,- happy endings *

[zelodide faith whitlock]

* LETS TALK T H I S OVER

IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE D E A D*

zelodide couldn't sleep. it was like every time she closed her eyes she saw vivid images. she saw images of blood, guns, fighting, cries, panics, she ever heard it all too. she couldn't stop thinking about the war. especially now. the war had taken complete control of her life. she grew up loving her life, happy, sweet, kind, and thankful. she was nice to almost everyone she knew, there was only a few people she would not allow herself to put up with. one was rafael, he was a nice guy. however, when her mother died, she was only five years old. she never got a chance to know her real mother. her parents were never together, they split shortly after zel's birth. she loved both of her parents when they where younger, her mother had an alcohol problem. her mother had always been depressed so when zel's father couldn't put up with her anymore, she went over the edge. she tried staying strong. she wanted to see zel graduate, she wanted to see zel go to prom, she wanted to see zel graduate the eighth grade. however, the more she tried the more insane she became. so rafeals mother always knew zel's father. they've always been friends. so when she heard about rafeal, about having a baby brother, she was so young. she couldn't help but be jealous. she hated him. he had both his mother and his father around for him when he needed them. she had nobody. she loved her father but would always be upset with him for giving up on her mom when she was so young. most parents stuck it out for their children, didnt they? thats what she had thought. she hated walking through the park, holding hands with her dad as she saw other kids pass her by with both of their parents. if she learned anything from her moms death it was to make the best out of any situation. however, she did regret things. like treating rafe so poorly all his life. she just didnt want anything to do with him hardly, but she loved him. she didnt want to, but she did. no one would mess with her little brother. no one at all, she had his back no matter what. there where a few are times that they did bond but most of the time she was just mean to the guy. so now that he was gone...yep, gone. she had received a letter that her brother had died. the guy she never gave a chance to, dead and gone. so now she would never be able to.

she would never be able to take back all of the mean things she had told him, all of the hurtful things she told him. she hadn't been the same since. this was 6 months ago since she found out. she did ave support, her being a nice girl she had all the friends she needed to support her. lately she has been acting like she has been better. she smiles more, but their not real smiles. she is just tired of everyone questioning her. she went through a tragedy, didn't everyone? didn't everyone suffer? or was this just her, did God have it out for her? why did he have to take rafe away? she had harley to support her, her best friend though out. through thick and thin, harley has always been there for her. it sort of scared her, harley could see through the 'i''m okay' act that zel put on. zelodide wasn't okay, she was becoming more depressed, more like her mother each day. she was slowly slipping away. she was so close to her breaking point a while back, then she had met someone. someone special. someone that made her forget about all of her troubles. he didn't constantly bring up the war like everyone else did. he made her smile. hell, he even made her laugh, she had fell for the guy the first time she saw him.. he was so charming. he knew all the right words to say, all the wrong words not to say. the right way to look at her, the right way to smile at her. that wasnt possible right? to fall in love so early in a relationship. that couldn't happen, right?

zelodide sat up, shifting herself so that her feet where dangling from the edge of her bed. she store at the ground, breathing hardly. trying to stop thinking about it all. one thing she had to do was conforn dominic. she wouldn't be able to get even an hour of sleep if she hadn't. zel was sweet, she wasnt the confrontational type. but this had to be solved. why did dominic recruit bryce out of all people? it was like people where just born to ruin her life. she never knew what the guy had against her. she was nice, and caring, she was always smiling. wouldn't people enjoy a person like that. maybe it was because dominic was sad, and empty inside? he had to be, right? there was no way someone could be that heartless for no reason. no matter how much sympathy she tried to come up with for the guy, it just wouldn't work. it wouldn't fix things. they were on a date when it happened, one of the best dates she had ever gone on. she had ever been on. just like that he ruined it. slipping on some black skinny jeans, a long sleeved white turtle necked shirt, and some black and white slip ons. she looked at herself in the mirror. sure, this wasnt par material. she didnt care. she wasnt going to the bar to have a good time. she was going to do something she felt needed to be done. she couldnt live her life asking herself why. why did dominic do that. she hated him, her heart wouldn't open up for him. he needed to know that. he needed to know how much she hated him. she got into her car and drove to ivans road house. dominic was known for hanging around bars and such. whens he got there she parked her car and made her way inside. sort of crowded but she wasn't shocked. people wanted to get their minds off of the war, and it was a friday night, 12:00 a.m - ish. she glanced around, and once she saw his stupid face she made his way over there. she poked him a few times on his shoulder, so he could turn around and look at her. when he did she said, "we need to talk."

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[/color]: 1111 TAG[/color] dominic NOTES[/color] lets start! xD STATUS[/color] done bby..[/center]

[dominic allistar desmond]

Honesty didn't get me anywhere ,
- - - I know, 'cause I read it in your diary .

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His dark brown eyes slowly peeled open as he stared up at the ceiling, wondering exactly where he was now. Sometimes he woke up and he had no idea. Being a musician had its perks. He scored all the hot chics with no strings attached, because they knew that once he made it big, he would be on the road all the time. For now, however, he had to stay in school. He was twenty years old, and he didn't have the best grades, so he didn't get a scholarship back in high school. In fact, it was a miracle that he shaped up at the end of his senior year and passed. He was highly intelligent, but he just didn't apply himself. Even at that age, he was still doing the same as he was now: picking up women, playing the guitar and singing, and blackmail. He had the whole school wrapped around his finger, including most of his teachers and his principal, because heaven forbid that this Desmond heir lets out a devastating secret. He made it this far based on lies. Now, in order to stay in school and not get drafted because of his poor grades, he had been assigned as recruiter. So he was the guy that went around telling people that it was their turn. Once they handed you that paper, it was over. It wasn't a respectable job in his opinion and that's exactly why he liked it. Why should anyone else be happy?

Dominic was born into a wealthy family, but he was raised mostly by the maids. His father was a successful business partner at the lawfirm and he owned several casinos across the states, but he was never a real father to him. It was almost like he scorned him. And his mother? She died when he was younger. Maybe he looked too much like her. Whatever the case, Dom began to grow cold and distant like his father, who he always idolized and wanted to get approval from. But once he got into music, his father basically cut off all ties with him, because he wanted him to become a lawyer too, so here he was. Wait, where was he again? He glanced around, noticing that this was in fact his room. He grinned, though the element of surprise was lost, which was a pity. He turned his head to see an empty bottle on the cold side of the bed, not another strange woman. He didn't bring them here. It would be best for them not to know where he lived, because that was deadly for players. They might ransack the place. In fact, some of them had gotten together and made an anti-Dominic website once, but he got back into their good graces with a little word play and alot of champagne.

Now that was the good life...

He grabbed the neck of the bottle and dropped it into the trash bin, before running his hands through his hair with a loud yawn. What time was it? Oh well, it didn't matter. The bars were always open for him. He honestly didn't remember most of the names that he recruited. That happened at school too, he didn't retain useless information, so as soon as the class was done, he was ready for the next chapter because his mind was clear. But most people knew what he did on his off time, so they steered clear of him, afraid that he would pry into their lives and figure out a way to ship them out. That was stupid. As if he didn't have better things to do. But he liked having that power over people. He was very power hungry, ever since he was younger. He always wanted to be the leader and anyone who disagreed was thrown out of the group. He would probably make a good sargent, but the truth was that he was afraid of the war. He wanted to be a musician, and he knew that in order to write good music, he had to stay innocent in terms of bloodshed. Not everyone would relate to that and he'd just get all depressed and it just wasn't worth it. Besides, can you imagine getting blood out of an armani suit? Complete hell, I tell you. Good luck.

Dominic brushed his teeth and threw on a light blue striped shirt, along with some black slacks and a red tie, before grabbing his suit jacket and slipping his arms into them. The temperature was getting pretty temperamental lately and he didn't want to be caught defenseless in a storm. It wasn't long before he flagged down a taxi and made it to one of the local bars. He flirted with the bartender, who probably should have been a model in his opinion, before glancing around the place. It wasn't too packed yet, but he knew that the night was just beginning. This was his life. He took his classes early, then slept away most of the afternoon, and then partied all night. Alot of eligible men for the draft usually hung around these places, hoping to find a catch, but instead, he would be the one on the winning side. His latest one had been a guy by the name of Bryce Turner, who seemed like a geniunely good kid, but his girlfriend was a mess. Or, at least, he thought that was his girlfriend. He couldn't keep track of these things. So she was the last person that he expected to meet here, out of all places. He ordered his second drink of the night as he watched more and more people crowd the place around midnight. He'd already danced with a couple of girls, who were more than happy to be his arm candy, before returning to his spot, not wanting to lose his seat.

He was on his third drink when he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. It was probably someone else who wanted to dance with him. Or maybe makeout. Sometimes women were hard to read. He immediately had a smirk on his lips, which only faltered slightly when he turned his head and came face to face with Zelodide. He didn't remember her at first, wondering if he'd slept with her and forgot to call. She looked hot enough, even if she wasn't dressed for the occasion. It would all come off eventually anyway, if that was the case. "We sure do," he said after his licked his lips, leaning back against the bar's counter, still having no idea who she was. He ran a list of names through his head, but she didn't seem to fit into any of the common ones. Dammit. "Remind me what the subject is again, love?" he asked after a small pause, talking loud enough so that she would hear him over the music that was playing. He was British, so he did have the accent. A British guy recruiting Americans. Go figure.

( LYRICS ) honesty - attack! attack!
( TAG ) zelodide whitlock to the keke =]
( WORD COUNT ) 1,170 w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) woot, let's rock!

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[zelodide faith whitlock]

* LETS TALK T H I S OVER

IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE D E A D*

zelodide couldn't help it,a dislike grew more and more for the guy as she store at him. however, she kept a neutral look on her face. she was going to respectfully talk to the guy. if it were up to her she'd probably pay one of her cousins to handle him, she did have the money to do so. he wasn't the only wealthy person around this place, and her cousins could kick some ass for sure. haha she humored herself, about recording him getting his ass beat, and putting it up on the net for everyone else that hated dominic to watch. what was it about dominic? why did he enjoy making everyone elses life a living hell. what did he have against her? he must be some sort of drunk that imagined things about people, and took it out on them or whatever. this guy wasn't a good guy at all. he seemed like the thought of 'bad' brought happiness into his cold, lonely, and miserable life. but..why was that?? why did it have to be like that for him. would he ever be truly happy because of the right things. she wanted to yell at him, slap him, then gran his drink and poor it on him, then leave and pay her cousins (hehe). but, she had to be careful with this guy. bryce had told her that he was capable of getting into peoples heads. she didn't believe it, its not like he was satan was he...maybe an offspring, but he wasn't satan himself. just some sort of wannabe or something, he was pathetic. she raised an eyebrow slightly at his "we sure do" response. good, so he knew that they needed to talk about? then he had said, " remind me what the subject is again, love." she clenched her fist lightly when he called her that. she wasn't his love, and that accent of his got on her nerves. she wanted to tear his mouth off! no one messed with the people that she loved....err...cared about. no one at all. he had crossed the wrong path with the wrong person, only he didnt know it yet.

she smirked, nodding her head a little. "well.." she said, the neutral look returning to her face. she placed her hands on her hips and store at him. ugh! such an ugly face, okay not really, but she couldnt help but hate everything about him. haha, bryce was right, only a very high and alcoholic girl would ever be interested in him. in fact, it seemed like this place was full of them. "bryce, bryce turner..you know, right? the one you recruited for no apparent reason at all.." she said. her face expression turning into a frown. "i know i dont know you to well...dominic, right? that's your name?..but I need to know. why did you recruit him, and why at the time you did it..." she said, because they had been on a date when this dumb ass walked in on them. " i mean, i'm sure there's a reason you recruited him...there has to be, because if you went out picking random people. i think you know and i know that would be considered handling your job irresponsibly, am i right?" she asked. "so tell me, enlighten me... why bryce turner?" she asked, her eyebrows slightly raised in curiosity.. yeah, he was gonna talk to her now! she wasn't going to let him go on thinking that the bad things he did wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass. this guy was horrible, and she had no reason to be. he was rich, and that was privilege enough. she had a few friends that weren't as lucky. so why was he so horrible to people.


zel wanted to seriously wipe that dump look off his face. she looked around the place, full of drunks, extreme party girls, and familiar faces - college students. hah, dominic had fit right in. wow, was this the place of acceptance for him. she wasn't big on parties unless one of her girlfriends dragged her there, then she'd have an okay time. she took her education seriously. she majored in journalism, which could offer a lot of job opportunities. she needed something like that because she also minored in music. some say she had quite the voice to her, but ha, she was no mariah carey...yet. she just needed to be discovered. everyone had hopes and dreams, and so did her boyfriend,....err...friend pal. yep friend pal, hah. so for a man, who wasn't even american by the way, recruiting people with such hopes and dreams. that was pathetic. she started to question why she had even decided to come here, it wasn't like he was going to tell her the truth. some drunk, red head, skinny girl. part animal, it seemed ran up behind zelodide and pushed her, "he's mine bitch!" zelodide rolled her eyes, turning around with a slight smirk on her face. oh no, no one put their hands on her like that. "well...obviously." she said, pushing her back so that her tiny body flew back and fell down she had poured her drink on herself accidentally when she did fall. "he's busy right now, whore." she said. rolling her eyes at the guys that were screaming out pathetic things like fight! and damn! and girl on girl!...what the hell? she turned her attention back on dominic. "this is quite the place here, actually. i heard i could find you here if i ever wanted to talk to you." she told him. it was easy for her to forget about the stupid things that had just happened, like that dumb girl, trying to start up trouble. whore..

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[/color]: 958 TAG[/color] dominic NOTES[/color] hehe, yes!STATUS[/color] done bby..[/center]

[dominic allistar desmond]

Honesty didn't get me anywhere ,
- - - I know, 'cause I read it in your diary .

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Dominic was still trying to figure out who this woman was and how she knew him. Well, it was pretty safe to say that everyone knew him, but she seemed to have a well-grounded vendetta against him. He could see it in her eyes when he looked at her, as they were the window into a person's soul, or so they say. Well, hers looked like the pits of hell, so he must've done something terribly messed up for this kind of response. Still, he couldn't say that he hated it. In fact, he liked them feisty. It was less trouble, so he could cut right to the chase. As he waited for her to speak, he wondered exactly what made her tick. What was it about him that had her all worked up? She looked calm, but he could see through that cheap facade without even trying, really. He knew how to pretend too. He had spent most of his life pretending to be what his father wanted, only to be thrown out in the end. Ever since then, he'd learned not to trust people. He didn't even trust himself sometimes, to be honest. For all he knew, Zelodide could have been one of his one-night stands, or even someone he met at a business party once.

Either way, he was sure that he never called her back. He never called anyone back. It made him look weak and desperate, even if sometimes it was nice to have company. But he always preferred enemies than friends. You never had to put up a front around enemies. They knew exactly why they hated you, so they weren't looking for a reason to test your relationship. But friends on the other hand, those were the people that pryed into your life, showing up unexpectedly and accidentally losing their phones when you really needed them the most. Sometimes he trusted his enemies more than his friends, but maybe that was just his bad experiences that gave him this twisted outlook. It was pretty clear which side of the spectrum she stood. If looks could kill, he'd be dead already. But even knowing all of that, she still wasn't on his level. He had turned cold over the years, starting from a very young age, while she just became that way because of her recent tragedies. He was what most would call the scum of the earth, but he would be wearing the most expensive clothing, even when he was six feet under. This was one wealthy son of a bitch, but that wasn't what made him so powerful. He was manipulative, the best kind around, and it wasn't hard for him to turn your own words against you.

When she spoke, one side of Dominic's lips curled up in amusement. So they were going to have a little chat. She wasn't bad looking, so he would listen. But it appeared like maybe she was angry that he didn't know her. Did she know how busy he was? Not only was he a musician, but he also needed to keep up with his title of blackmail king. He knew pretty much everything about the people in Dermont. Some things he'd rather not know. When she finally spoke, she dangled him on a string for a moment, not really answering his question, up until he mentioned a name. "Bryce Turner? Not really. He doesn't ring a bell," he said after a small pause, shrugging his shoulders casually as she continued. When she mentioned him recruiting the bloke, he suddenly understood. "Angry girlfriend, right? Look, I don't decide who stays and who goes. It's my job, I just do as I'm told." It was simple and probably not what she wanted to hear, but he didn't take much pride in his work, nor did he despise it either. It was just a job. People don't know where their clothes come from, even if they are sweat shops in some foreign country. So who cares? Alright, so he was a bit cold-hearted, but he had never been caught up in the crossfire before, and he was planning to keep it that way. By sending others, he was saving his own ass. Every man for himself.

"Yeah, I am Dominic, by the way. Just so that you don't embarrass yourself calling me by something else. I'm pretty well-known around these parts," he added in a matter-of-factly tone. "I don't feel the need to enlighten you, nor do I need to discuss the details of my line of work. Bryce Turner was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sure he can take care of himself." With that, he reached for his drink and downed the rest of it, a smirk sitting on his lips as he thought about the whole situation. It had happened before and sometimes he even got slapped, but it was nothing other than entertaining. They couldn't do anything to him. He was untouchable. It wasn't long before his arm candy for the night walked up to Zelodide, causing a small cat fight between the two, but the new girl came out on top. He couldn't say that he wasn't impressed. "Have you ever considered getting into wrestling? Because you have quite the strength, my dear." He looked to the fallen whore and grinned, always loving it when the ladies fought over him. It made him feel special. He moved forward to stand, hopping off the small barstool as he lifted his drink in cheers. "Ladies, ladies, there's enough of me to go around. And it is quite the place, umm... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. But whoever you spoke to is right. I practically live here, actually. I haven't seen a display like that in a while though. Kudos."

( LYRICS ) honesty - attack! attack!
( TAG ) zelodide whitlock to the keke =]
( WORD COUNT ) 970 w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) haha, he's so conceited XD.

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[zelodide faith whitlock]

* LETS TALK T H I S OVER

IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE D E A D*

zel didnt like this guy from the moment she saw him. she knew it would pretty much be impossible to give the guy a chance. even if there was some good deep down in his dark heart. zelodide was a sweetheart, she was bubbly, kind, generous. so confrontation wasn't her thing. so she decided she'd talk it out with him. he couldn't be as bad as people told her.she went around asking a few people "you know dominic desmond." and they'd either say "thank God I don't," or "he's an ass" or "he can burn in hell for all i care". well it was pretty cool this guy wasnt as popular she he claimed to be. he had this vibe about him, the guy was stuck up, and had a big ego. he needed an reality check, people didnt respect him willingly, people didnt like him - they acted like they did. as far as the girls went. any guy can get any whore to do and say anything. people feared him if anything else. how oculd he live with himself? knowing that he ruined peoples lives with a piece of paper, then not even having an emotional say so about it. not even second thinking his position. she hated people like dominic desmond. they let their money and their social status get to their heads. dominic would probably never know how it feels to be truly loved back, ha. bry was right, he'd probably end up marrying one of his cats. there had to be one that looked like him. maybe a dog, haha. maybe he'd marry himself before anything and realize he hated himself and file for divorce? that would be funny. dominic desmond, he was different though. he wasnt some person that just wanted to be mean with a good heart. he was cold inside and out. he was probably a demon child born without the horns. ugh, she hated him already. she didn't really care that he didnt know her. it wasn't a big thing to be known by mr. " i'm the devil" junior.

she raised an eyebrow when he said his name didn't ring a bell, it had to be the alcohol or he was the most spineless man alive. how do you knot remember the people that have to go off to war because of your nonsense? sure, he may not have decided who stays and who goes. but that didn't give her a response as to why he had to do it at the time he did. "oh really, how about when. i mean, people deserve their privacy...you cant just walk in and be all 'your being drafted into the war, buddy', things just don't work like that, at least they shouldn't." she had told him. "and i'm not his...i'm not his girlfriend." she corrected him. she wasn't his girlfriend, that was the truth. she wouldn't mind being it, but then again, it would only make her more stressed that she couldn't be with him.he was far away. "were just friends..." she told him, not like he needed to know that. she just felt the need to correct him."hah, tanks..but i don't think i'd be the embarrassed one." she shrugged, she didn't care how much people knew about dominic. many people knew about her too, due to her kind heart and her friendliness and everything. "really?" she said. "never heard of ya until the whole bryce thing..then i started to ask a few people around the university about where i could find you.." she shrugged.oh yes! it felt good telling this egoed out man she never heard of him, and mostly because it was the truth, sort of...haha."but its nice to meet you, i guess." she said with another shrug. oh yes, pretending she didn't care about who he was, or how popular he was. it felt like she had just gained a little bit of power herself. oh, so now he wanted to have a smart mouth with her. hell! she felt the need to be enlightened. so somebody better start talking soon!

zel smirked, "really, your absolutely correct. its your line of work, sending unwilling people to the war. you know, whoever your parents are - i'm sure they'd be proud of you. you've got yourself a great job there buddy." she said with a smile. hah, she herself could be sarcastic when she wanted to."only i don't think you understand, the war isn't for everyone.." she told him on a more serious note. that was true, not everyone oculd handle it. you couldn't just throw any random person into the war and be all "fight!" those people were probably the first ones to die. then thats when his whore came in and pushed her, if..if thats what you could call that weak action of force. so she did it back, only the girl fell on her back and she continued her conversation. wrestling? what the hell? just because she could beat a bitches ass didnt mean she should consider wrestling. she wished she could beat his ass right now, but that would be a lost purpose. " oh, sorry to burst your bubble. but that was self defense. " she said looking at the girl that had fell to the floor. the girl had sat up, embarrassed, drunk, and stupid. she had looked at zelodide and zelodide had looked at her, raising her eyebrows, daring her to come back over. she had simply went on saying "wheres my drink! where's my drink?", her eyes watering up. yeah, drunk people were sensitive. zel sort of began to feel bad, that was just her good heart. "self defense and trying to win over somebody are two totally complete different things" she added in a "just so you know' tone. oh shut the hell up! she didnt need his 'kudos' or whatever the hell that meant. "zelodide" she finally said.

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[/color]: 986 TAG[/color] dominic NOTES[/color] epicness!STATUS[/color] done bby..[/center]

[dominic allistar desmond]

Honesty didn't get me anywhere ,
- - - I know, 'cause I read it in your diary .

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Dominic usually gave off a strong impression and you either liked him or you hated him. There really was no in between with him. He knew that alot of people only got along with him because he was so intimidating. Most of his friends were fake and there were only one or two that he could really call friends, even if he wouldn't admit it aloud half of the time. It was all in good sport. They weren't out for his wealth, or his power, or just the simple fact that he was so good looking, or so he thought. He lived a pretty lonely life, even if he was always surrounded by others. He never felt a true connection with anyone, because he was so closed off and he threw up these barriers, not allowing anyone inside. He preferred to hurt people on purpose than to disappoint them. People expected that from him. He did have a big ego though. It was like the world revolved around him and anyone who thought otherwise should be shunned. So naturally, whenever girls fought, he always thought that it was over him. As he looked at the girl before him, he saw strength, beauty, and determination. But she didn't have a mean spirit and she surely didn't have what it took to break him.

Everyone thought that they knew him, but they only knew what he wanted them to know. It was the method of his madness, wearing an invisible mask, portraying the bad guy to fulfill everyone's low expectations of him. When he did his job, he didn't make it a point to feel sorry for people, or else he knew that he wouldn't go through with it. People who worked at slaughterhouses didn't keep the animals in their conscious, so why would people be any different? Some of them had been so cruel to him, like his father, who wouldn't accept anything less than a mini replica of himself. "Well, that's how things are. Life's a bitch, love. The sooner you get used to it, the better," he said with a casual shrug, as if they were discussing last night's news forecast. When she continued, he seemed to grin at her response, not believing it for a second. "You sure about that? Because that look in your eyes wasn't friendly. You must be either blind or socially inept." When she tried to reassure him, he nodded in mock belief. "Right, of course... so then why do you care so much?"

Dominic tilted his head slightly to the side with an eyebrow quirked high up on his head when she continued, going on about not knowing him. Was this girl serious? Everyone knew him. If you didn't, you were seriously sheltered. Maybe she lived under a rock. She looked like she crawled out from one, now that he really looked at her. Or maybe it was just his spite. "Are you sure about that? Because that's pretty bloody ridiculous. You must be one in a million," he said with a chuckle, twirling his empty shot glass on the counter. "Oh, I'm sure the pleasure is all mine," he added in a fake polite tone, though he had a bit of a twisted look on his face, almost disgusted. Who did she think she was? She must not know him very well. He could make her life hell if he wanted to. In fact, he would. He grinned when she mentioned his parents, which was a really low blow, considering that he didn't have a mother himself, and his father didn't speak to him, but she didn't need to know that. "It's my line of work to help protect this country. If I have to send a few immature men out into the battlefield, then I'll do it. I've never been one for approval, so whether or not my parents approve doesn't cross my mind. I'd send them in myself if I knew that it would help the country." That much was true. He'd learned to scorn his father, although he wasn't sure if he'd really go through with sending his own flesh and blood out to die. He might be cold, but he probably wasn't that cold. Or maybe he was.

He nodded his head slowly, but didn't look at her when she continued, as if bored with the conversation and only humoring her. "Is that so? Well, I guess we'll just have to find out," he answered simply, not feeling the need to justify himself. He didn't have to prove himself to her. He didn't even know her. When she spoke again, he laughed. He couldn't help it, she was a riot. "Is it? It seemed like wrestling to me. I quite enjoyed it, actually. Encore, anyone?" he added as he lifted his new shot glass up in the air, getting a few cheers from the crowd, mostly just a few of his posse. He wasn't sure what she was talking about after a while, wondering how he could get her back into the ring, so to speak. "Uhh, sorry, pet. But I'm not a prize. However, if you'd like to demonstrate your skills once more, feel free. The floor is yours. He noticed her sharp tone, but Dominic didn't respond to it. Not how she wanted him to, anyway. When she told him her name, he almost told her that she was lying. It was unique, to say the least. While Bryce valued her originality, Dominic seemed amused by it all, like it was a game. They were completely different people and he had no idea what he had coming. But he certainly deserved it.

( LYRICS ) honesty - attack! attack!
( TAG ) zelodide whitlock to the keke =]
( WORD COUNT ) 946 w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) haha, he's so conceited XD.

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[zelodide faith whitlock]

* LETS TALK T H I S OVER

IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE D E A D*

zelodide clenched her fists tightly after his next comment. who did this guy think he is.. she didnt want to be around this guy anymore, even if she hadn't fully made it clear that she hated him. who cares if he knew or not. she didn't want to see his stupid face. who could think so horribly? what type of person? "your right.." she said, looking down at the floor for a moment, she looked back up at him. "but there's always hope, you know? there's always that person that can make things better and can make things worse..there's always a good guy and a bad guy, you know?" she said. "so, come on dominic. i know your not as bad as your rubbing off to be. there has to be a heart somewhere, right?" she said, a small smile on her face. oh. it took a lot to even smile at the guy she hated, but she managed too. she wasn't a mean person, and maybe dominic would give into her friendliness? that was, until he continued talking of course.. "well, yeah. you see...dominic. some people actually care about other people, did you know that?" she asked him in a sarcastic tone. he probably didn't even know how it felt to care. "look in my eyes? you can read eyes or something?" she asked confused. her emotions did play out well from her eyes though. she just wasn't aware of it.

she scoffed when he asked his question. "why do i care? are you serious? bryce turner is an amazing man. he doesn't deserve to be out there.." she said, she didnt even know why she had came here now. its not like she was getting any information out of him. she smirked, oh yeah, she had hit a nerve. he didn't seem to like it very much that she didn't know him to well. or that she claimed she didn't know him too well. the truth was she didnt know about him to much until the whole bryce thing, then she was dying to know more about his character. she wanted him to know she hated him, and what he did wasn't right. she wanted him to feel guilt. then she began to wonder, did he ever feel any guilt? "not ridiculous true. i heard about some dominic guy recruiting my friend, and i became curious...call me guilty?" she added in with a slight eye roll. she laughed, oh yes. it was way too great to be finally meeting him. "i doubt it, my dear." she said in his same annoying tone of sarcasticness, and mimicking his british accent.


zel didnt know about his mother being gone, and his father not being around. fi she had known that she wouldn't be so hard on him, and she would feel bad as hell. even though she hated him, she had a conscience. who didn't? she looked at him in pure shock when he said he'd send his parents if he ave to. "you have no spine. that's a horrible thing to say!" she said, she didn't even know his parents and she felt bad for them. "they obviously didn't raise you correctly, your just evil." she said, giving up the act she was putting on. this guy could burn in hell for all she cared. "how could you even think like that. people like you need to be sent out there, not good hearted people. your fuckin horrible." she added. glaring at him, her arms crossed. looking at the bartender she gave him a nod or whatever. he had filled her up a cup of beer and she had took out some cash from her pocket holding it in her hand. she store at the cup as he continued talking, a small smile growing on her face. "nope, no encores for you. why don't you just enjoy your drink. you must love to drink..i can tell, form your smell, to the way you move. and well.." she said, stepping closer to him, cocking her head to the side she poured it down on his head. yeah! take that dominic assmond! "and well..the ways its all over you, thats horrible." she said, then placed the empty cup on the bar table.

zelodide didn't care about this guy. so she probably wouldnt feel bad for whats e just did. she heard gasp here and there. she smirked, looking around with a small shrug. "enjoy your night, dominc? it was a pleasure meeting you." she said giggling as she made her way out. she wouldn't be looking back, she would go home feeling achieved in her wants. dominic desmond had just met his worst enemy...or well..one of them, and all she had to say was. "bring it on." as she made her way outside and drove herself home. getting a good nights sleep after changing back into her pajamas she had stripped off form earlier.

[/b][/color]: IDK =D

TAG[/color] dominic

NOTES[/color] epicness! and end? xD

STATUS[/color] done bby..[/ul]