Dream Of Californication {open!}

[markus daniel kiedis]

DESTRUCTION LEADS TO A VERY ROUGH ROAD

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but it also breeds creation[/center]

Markus had woken up in a bad mood that morning. He'd been having the same terrible nightmare he'd experienced on and off for months now. In the dream he was sitting cross-legged in the middle of a bed in a seedy motel. Vida walked over and sat on the bed, holding a piece of material she'd ripped from a sheet in her hands. Markus cooked the heroin in a paper cup, filling the needle as Vida tied off her arm. Markus's fingers felt numb from his arm being tied off, too. After filling both the needles they shot each other up with one hand, removing the makeshift tourniquets from each other with their other hands. The two felt the burning liquid enter their veins. As though watching a movie where they fast forward a couple of hours he and Vida were laying on the other twin bed and he got up, feeling as though he were about to throw up. And when he came back she had stopped breathing, by then it was too late. She had died and it was all his fault...because not only had he introduced her to heroin but he gave her the last and fatal dose. The dose that claimed her life.

He couldn't sit around all day again, the stress from the nightmares, the constant reminder of what he'd done and what he'd lost was eating away at him. He had a large cup of coffee and some leftover pizza before heading upstairs for a shower. After he got a quick shower he decided to skateboard for a little while and maybe meet up with a dealer later since he'd used the last of his heroin the night before. He wasn't to the point of the shakes, having so much already built up in his system. He tried to call Jay then remembered he was probably in school. Blaze had dissapeared for the morning as had his other buddies. So he was left to skateboard on his own.

He changed into a pair of baggy light denim jeans and slipped on Vida's old locket, something he never ever took off except to get a shower. After hunting down his black fedora he grabbed his wallet and laced up his beat up black and red Etnies skate shoes. Finally he grabbed his board and headed outside. He walked aimlessly for several minutes before he came to the beach. He skated around in the parking lot, grinding the railings that went down to the lower sidewalks a few times. He spotted a flight of stairs with a middle rail followed by a minuscule platform and then another flight of stairs that led to the beach. He grinned to himself and pushed his black fedora down tighter over his short, shaggy brown hair.

He gathered the needed speed before hitting the top rail and riding it down perfectly, as he continued on the mini platform and hit the second railing he missed by a half inch. His board made it halfway down the railings before he was propelled into the air and thrown into the sand of the beach, his board clattering down beside him. He lay on his back, willing it to stop hurting. Second only to his drug of choice, skateboarding was his biggest rush. He laid there for a few more moments, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He wasn't hurt by any means he just was exhausted from his fall. Though he could only imagine how it looked to passerby, as though he'd suffered a major injury probably. These were the days when he missed being back in California, everything seemed so much more fresh and bright there.

WORDS; 620
TAGGED; Open!
OUTFIT; Here!
NOTES; None
LYRICS; Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers

[acey]

[shadow=red,left,300]What Was I Thinking??
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After the drive from her home town to Boston and then the flight from Boston to the next largerest city near Lipton, Annabelle felt exhausted! Oh and lets not forget the nightmares! Her lids kept dropping over her eyes while in the cab from her Hotel to the college. The ball of nervous she felt wasn't helping either. She didn't know what to really expect when she stepped foot on Liptin turf . She loved everything about the town and specially the college! She spent hours on the towns website, college website, searched up photos on google, and even the repetition the college held was firm.

'I regret not coming here sooner to check it out before i actually enrolled in the college and moved. I don't know what to expect now'
' What am I doing here?!!!?"
' This is crazy!'
' What a big scarredy cat you are! Grow up! You can do this

was just the beginning of thoughts racing in her mind. Wiggling her foot back into her black pumps she flattened her suit jacket against her chest and stomach before reaching into her purse to pay the taxi cab driver. Once he stopped at the entrance of the college.Not even glancing up or around but feeling the excitement and nerves build even more in herself she gave the short bald driver his cash before collecting her purse and stepping out of the cab to turn around

"Woah"

her eyes lit up once she finally got a look of the college in real life. Just the look of the building was impressive. All alone in a forgin county she felt scared, nervous, and crazy.

'God help me'

Her head throbbed and she didn't know if it was cause her redish hair was pulled back tight at the back of her nape or if it was the stress and lack of sleep. Her hand reached back and took out the pony tail allowing her hair to splash down and around her shoulders as the new chapter of her life that would bring her goals closer each day. She dove head deep into her dreams and she was in for it! Specially being new and not knowing what will welcome her once she entered those doors

"Well its now or never"

muttered out of soft pink lips as she felt sickness rush over her as she started her way to the entrance doors..
This was all to much!
It was a decent day out. Listening to the wheels of the cab rolling along the cement of the road
'I cant do this, too soon!!'
Annabelle swung around and ran after the cab. The short stubby guy either didn't like getting paid cause he never stopped the car, even when she throwed a 5 inch heel black pump at the back of the cabs window. Which just doomed her more sense she had to wobble to pick it up over semi hot cement. "God D*****"she shouted as a rock Pierced the bottom of her foot just has Annabelle reached her shoe. This was crazy! New town, New college, Didn't want to walk into the college entrance to get things set up for herself What a chicken she was!

Remembering passing by the beach on her way to the college she stepped back into her thrown heel and started marching down the road towards the beach. She hadn't been near water sense the... No she wasn't going to think about it. Wearing the white and black Woman's suit trying to look professional had failed her today. It was hot and she was already uncomfortable. Her bags wasn't even going to be here for awhile.

^{...20 minutes later....}

As sea salt filled her nostrils a light smile faded on her face. She missed the smoothing sound of the waves, the smell, the sun, even the sandy being in places it shouldn't be! "Mom! Dad! Look! I did it!' [/b]the memory of her standing up on a small surf board invaded her mind before she was able to wipe it out
'Stop thinking about them!'
Dang these shoes!
She thought getting tired of carrying her pumps that she took off ten minutes after she started walking. They were dreadful! Just as Annabelle started to fling her pumps to the beach below her chocolate eyes focused on a skater boy riding down a rail and then disappear when it came to the second one. Winching has she heard the faint clatter of his board she raced over to the railings and looked down. "Are you okay?" She called down at him. Taking in his appearance. He seemed okay but you could never be too sure.


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[markus daniel kiedis]

T E L L M E B A B Y W H A T S Y O U R S T O R Y

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where you come from and where you wanna go this time oh[/center]

He'd scarcely laid there ten seconds before he heard footfalls headed towards him. He propped himself up on his elbows as very cute girl came asking if he was okay. He let that silly-guy grin stretch over his lips and threw his head back laughing. He quickly sat himself up on his butt and nodded to the girl. As he brushed flecks of sand from his hair and body he couldn't help but notice how pretty this girl was. And figured she must be new since no one around Lipton dressed that nicely. He took in her curly hair, her chocolate brown eyes, and the ridiculous black and white suit she wore.

"Yeah, happens all the time. At least it was sand and not concrete, that shit hurts. I haven't seen you around before. Name's Markus Kiedis, at your service ma'am." Markus snorted a laugh as he stood up, dusting the sand from the front of his jeans.

He grabbed his board from the ground and leaned it against his left knee as he stood there. The girl definitely wasn't the Lipton type either. Of course it wasn't like there were that many 'types' to choose from in Lipton. You had your preps and jock straps, your wanksters, your drug addicts and burn outs, your goth and emo kids, your punk and paranoids, and your crazies. Markus couldn't quite put his finger on which one of these the girl infront of him was yet, but he'd love to find out. The heroin he had shot up in the wee hours of the morning still buzzed in his system but was slowly wearing off. He suddenly really, really wanted to shoot up but forced himself to focus on the girl infront of him. Markus smirked again at her, actually interested in what she had to say.

He heard a whistle and waved to a guy crossing down the beach. Then another person yelled out his name and he waved to them. Damn, when did he get to be so popular. It was only then he realized he wasn't wearing a shirt, and for some reason girls became very hysterically fanatical about him when he wasn't wearing a shirt. It wasn't like he was a body-builder. Sure he had good muscle tone, but what skater didn't? And yeah he had that whole 'exotic' appeal because of his half native american, fourth spanish, fourth eastern european heritage and the fact he was from California. but otherwise he wasn't anything special, really. Markus's friends all refused to go places with him because he gathered so much attention. Hell, even Blaze with his bright pink hair and obnoxiousness wasn't as attention-gathering as he was. He stuck out his hand, realizing he hadn't been cordial enough yet to the girl. And depending on whether she was from here or not she might need a sexy tour guide.

WORDS; 488
TAGGED; Open!
OUTFIT; Here!
NOTES; None
LYRICS; Tell Me Baby by Red Hot Chili Peppers

[acey]

[shadow=red,left,300]What Was I Thinking??
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The pale hand starting lightly tapping there fingers on the hot rail as Annabelle looked down at the male. Eyes roaming on his body. 'First Good looking male I've seen in ages!'
then again she hadn't been really paying attention to males after her parents passed away. Instead she had thrown herself into working and keeping her mind of things which was hard on nights she couldn't sleep, which was always! A person could tell that with her dark circles under her eyes that was lighten up a bit using a little bit of make up this morning.

Taking more of the males appearance she also discovered in her past she would have never even spoke to a …SKATER BOY! She would've laughed with her friends about him falling and walked away with out a single back glance. Dang she had been a b*tch in her past!

Giving him the smile the males back home used to say was a bit Friendly, Spicey, & innocent all wrapped in one. She used to be that snobby rich popular cheerleader in high school that everybody loved to hate until that day that changed her life. Now instead of the priciest clothes, getting her hair, make up, and nails done in a Salon. She wore clothes that made her look slightly style'ish, classic sexy, & professional. She had been nice to people in school once. Middle school until people started picking on her calling her 'Annabelly' cause she never had a tone body until she hit high school age. But now Annabelle decided a different road for herself. A new start. College. PYeah her family still had money but after that boating crash that had caused her to lose her parents, a faint scar from her ear to the middle of her cheek, & feeling alone in the world. She needed the change.

'Markus is sexy.. HM. Like most sexy guys he's probly a real jerk once you get to know him.'

"Nice to meet you Markus - " ' Yes real nice' she thought while she spoke "My name is Annabelle Kincaid. I just got in town about an hour ago."


She showed him some teeth that was pearly white. But not as pearly has they used to be. Miss goody two shoes wasn't so goody now. She just hoped that people didn't see her families worth, hear the news from back home, or anything like that. This was a fresh start for her. Least she hoped. Her attention was knocked off Markus to another dude that was getting this strangers attention. Well people seemed to know him. That was good.

'I like the way he smirks..'

Her nerves had calmed down a bit and the pumps in her hand were only being held by two fingers. One high heel hanging on each finger tip. Some hair flew across her cheekbone slightly tickling her skin where her scar was but she barely noticed sense Markus had stuck his hand out for a handshake. Grasping the hand strong but, not too strong. Just strong enough to make a good impression and show people she wasn't a weaklen.

She didn't know what else to say or do so she moved down the railing and onto the warm sand that sunk underneath her feet and around her toes making her sore bare feet feel a little bit better. Her nails were painted a light pink and her finger nails had a light french manicure going on but with sparkle.


Word Count: 643

[markus daniel kiedis]

T E L L M E B A B Y W H A T S Y O U R S T O R Y

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where you come from and where you wanna go this time oh[/center]

Markus glanced at the girl's fingers tapping away on the railing. He hoped he wasn't keeping her from doing something more important. Tough he could come off as an ass sometimes around his close friends or whenever he was fucked up from drugs, he tended to try to be a nice guy the majority of the time. He ran his tan fingers through his mess of short, dark brown hair in an almost nervous gesture. He wasn't used to having the urge to impress a girl, normally they just seemed to flock to him as friends first. Not that he was even positive the girl standing infront of him was even interested like that. Well, of course she probably thought him cute, sexy, hot, whatever. Most girls did unless they were butch, which he highly doubted this one was. He gave another lopsided smirk in her direction.

Markus couldn't deny the fact he caught her checking him out. He tried to be nonchalant and act like he was interested in something down the beach so she could get a look without feeling like he was staring back. He mentally snickered at himself as he stretched, careful to show off his abs and chest muscles and moveing a little onto his tip toes so the tops of his pelvic bone showed. He cleared his throat softly as he finished his stretch, the shoulder that took the most damage popping loudly in protest. He titled his head at her as she introduced herself, intent to catch her name. Annabelle? That sounded southern to him, of course he was used to girls with freaky names or names of clothing or car brands. Even more so those who went strictly by nicknames in order to keep on the down-low from the cops. Hell he couldn't count how many 'J-dog' and 'Sketch' and 'Blaze's he knew.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Kincaid. Well, interesting then! What brought you to our quaint little shithole? I'm on the run from the government myself...only kidding!" Markus laughed to punctuate the joke he made at the end, of course he wasn't outrunning anything..except his past.

He watched Annabelle move into the sand as if the warmth melted away whatever she had on her mind. The beach was always a good place to go think for Markus, he loved the sound of the ocean battering the rocks. It reminded him so much of back home in California when he would spend all day with his friends at the beach harrassing the rent-a-cops, surfing, skateboarding. He gently dropped himself onto the ground, sitting cross-legged on the sand and smiling another big grin at the girl. He wouldn't mind getting to know this one better and he had all the time in the world since Vida wasn't hanging around him like a buzzing fly today. He leaned back onto his elbows in the sand, loving the feeling of the sun on his face. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the beautiful girl in front of him for very long, she was enchanting to look at. She seemed wise but fiesty, always a good combo. And she had this whole exotic feel about her, though he couldn't place her nationality. He looked up at the sky, bright and blue above them. Maybe today wouldn't be such a waste after all, and it seemed like things were turning around for Markus already.

WORDS; 576
TAGGED; Open!
OUTFIT; Here!
NOTES; None
LYRICS; Tell Me Baby by Red Hot Chili Peppers