Black Roses & Paper Hearts [Natalia]

[becca abigail faythe]

LOAD UP ON GUNS BRING YOUR FRIENDS,
^{its fun to lose and to pretend.}

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^{this post is 985 words long.
it was written for NATALIA.
Becca is wearing this spiffy outfit
[Becca] thinks people suck.}

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SHE’S OVERBOARD SELF ASSURED
^{oh no I know a dirty word.}

Becca had spent the morning locked away in her Bat Cave (as her parents so lovingly called it since they were sure she was plotting world domination in there) making some more funeral plans. She was having a terribly difficult time trying to pick out songs and it occurred to her she hadn’t picked out her outfit. Becca jumped to her feet and walked over to her closet, sliding one of the doors open and biting her lip as she looked around. She really didn’t have anything she would want to wear in her casket. And so that meant a shopping trip was in order.

Becca walked down the steps and smiled at her dad sitting at the desk in the living room working at a fevered pace on some sort of church-related thing. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing the side of his head. She put on her best ‘daddy’s little girl’ smile and sat down on the arm of the oversized chair next to the desk.

”Daddy, I need a new Sunday dress..” Becca started slowly.

Her dad looked up and smiled warmly at Becca, after all though she was the older of the two she was still his baby. Becca smiled back, trying to look like she wasn’t up to anything. Finally her dad sighed and dug around in his pants pocket for his wallet. He flipped it open and handed her a credit card to which she jumped to her feet in a jangle of metal chains and hugged him again.

”Just please get something not quite so…erm, black.” He sighed after spotting her outfit

”Sure thing, daddy. Thank you! I’ll be back later, okay? Oh! Can I borrow the car?” Her dad just raised an eyebrow and Becca mumbled something and left the house.

Today she wore her favorite black and pink plaid Tripps paired with a pink and black corset that was layered over a thin black shirt. She had on her studded belt and a matching studded bracelet with her mock-cameo earrings. Donning her usual extravagant makeup (today it was shades of black and hot pink) and her regular-height combat boots she was ready to go. She grabbed her black purse from the table and made her way out the door. Thankfully a bus stop was located just down the street from her house and she was able to catch it in time.

It wasn’t a terribly long ride over to the mall, though with the amount of people packed in the bus it was uncomfortable. Someone’s baby was crying, a bum was talking gibberish in the back, the entire bus reeked of urine, and there was a creeper guy who kept looking her over. She glared at him, hoping to get him to leave her alone but he just winked back. Ugh public transportation was disgusting. She wished her dad would just let her take the car every now and then; she apparently got her license for nothing, her dad citing that it was the family car and they didn’t make enough to buy Becca her own.

Finally she arrived at the mall and got off as quickly as possible. She was so done with that bus it wasn’t even funny. Becca decided she would walk home; she couldn’t bear another trip like that. Becca took a deep breath before walking through the doors of the mall, glancing around nervously for the sight of any of her bullies. She knew exactly what her first stop would be, and her feet walked the length of the mall until she heard the blaring music coming from Hot Topic. It had started to suck more and more over the years as they tried to integrate more into the mainstream but they did have good skirts and corsets and occasionally some boots on clearance. She felt at home, at peace even, in this small oddity store.

She browsed around, digging through the clearance rack until she came upon Marilyn Manson shirt selling for $7. She grabbed it up and meandered over to the dresses. That’s when she spotted it, a gorgeous black steampunk style dress. It was black with a mock high collar in the back, delicate black roses around the middle, and pickups on the bottom. She checked the price tag and about squealed it was $56, discounted from $125. She knew her dad would consider it just another black dress but perhaps he’d get over it. She grabbed it and made her way to the register with her purchases. The girl at the counter incessantly chattered on about how pretty the dress was, how everything here was too goth for her, and other nonsense. She must’ve been a newbie because Becca didn’t recognize her.

After making her purchases she realized just how hungry she was. So the next stop was the food court to try to find some sort of vegetarian option. To her luck there wasn’t a long line at Taco Bell and she managed to get a couple of bean and cheese burritos before making her way to a chair. Suddenly she was falling to the ground. A group of girls sitting at a table burst out laughing and the guy sitting with them trying to look innocent and muttered a sarcastic ‘oops’. Becca’s lower lip quivered as she quickly stood up, grabbing her things and bolting for a back table. She sat down and tried to catch her breath before she started eating. Her makeup was probably already smeared but she could fix it later. Was it so much to ask to find a nice person, other than Dems, in this pathetic town?

HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO?

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CREDIT TO SUPER ECHO?! OF CAUTION 2.0. SHE ROCKS MY LIFE, SO I WON'T DARE STEAL FROM HER UNLESS I WANNA GET MY SPLEEN PULLED OUT THROUGH MY EAR. LYRICS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER(S). TOODLE-LOO!

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[natalia annalise garcia]

Natalia sighed, setting her brother's 'borrowed' guitar down next to her. Her house was rather quiet today and she was slowly becoming bored with everything. Her mother was out working, again. The long hours that she had been putting in limited the amount of time that she was at home, anymore. Talia half thought that, that was the point. With her father currently over seas, her mother probably wanted some reason -an excuse- to be out of the house as much as possible. Down time allowed for people to start thinking... which, just seemed to lead to worse-case scenarios. She knew this from experience. Though normally a very optimistic girl, lately she had been thinking a lot. She was worried, and that just meant that her mind began forming drastic, improbable situations.

Which, Talia mused, was exactly why she needed to get out of the house. She'd been strumming away at her brother's guitar for a few hours now. He had left that morning to visit his friend, and she had borrowed his guitar shortly after that. It was now afternoon, and, though she had been practicing guitar, her mind still had entirely too much time to wander. She had spent the day second guessing her relationship with Matt, worrying about her father, and, really, just becoming paranoid over the slightest of things. She needed to get some fresh air.

The teen stood from her bed, carefully placing her brother's guitar in the center of the bed. She'd return it later; he already was well aware of her habit of borrowing it. He wasn't home at the moment, either, so Natalia wasn't the least concerned. She brushed all thoughts aside, pausing in front of her bedroom mirror to fix her hair. She wasn't really sure where she intended to go... but, anywhere had to be better than sitting at home alone. She didn't even have a dog to keep her company.

She scrunched her nose and grabbed her bag from the handle of her closet. After she slid on some flip flops, Talia made her way out of her room and down the stairs. Her bike was waiting for her around the back, where she had left it the last time that she had ventured out. Her bike went everywhere with her, which, was a pain sometimes. Being only fifteen, her options as far as transportation were limited. She could walk, ride her bike, beg her brother to drive her places, or take the bus. All of the options seemed highly unappealing, but the bike seemed best. At least with a bike, she'd get places at somewhat of a reasonable time, stayed in shape, and wasn't co-dependent on someone else. Talia hated that feeling of relying on others to get you what or where you needed. It just felt like you were being a burden on them.

Talia peddled for a while. Several miles down the road, the mall came into view and she skidded to a stop. The mall seemed like a good idea. She hadn't been there in ages. Between music lessons, her new relationship, and school she really didn't have time for much at all. It would be nice to take some time for herself today, she mused, as she knelt down to lock her bike to the wrack. Maybe she'd invest in some new shoes or a new outfit, of sorts? Really, Talia would settle for almost anything, at this point. It was just nice to be out of the house and ready to do something.

Natalia wandered through the mall rather aimlessly for a while. It seemed to be very crowded today, but that was normal. Lipton's choices for shopping were very selective. There were just a few, small stores in downtown Lipton and then the mall. It was no wonder that everyone flocked here in their free time. Natalia bit her lip slightly as she considered this, swerving her way through various groups. Nothing was really catching her eye as she glanced in passing window displays, so she just kept walking on to the food court. She was somewhat hungry... and maybe food would put her in a shopping mood?

She made her way through the line at a Chinese place rather quickly. With a plate full of Sweet and Sour chicken now in her hand, she glanced around the food court for an open table. There were several open spots in the back, and Talia started that way without much thought. She liked the back of the food court because there was less people. She didn't feel so compelled to impress if less people were around her. She was never really comfortable with just being herself around complete strangers, even if they weren't speaking. It was strange, but that was just Natalia.

Talia had just set her food down at an empty table when her eyes suddenly locked onto a scene playing out in front of her. Some jerk -a jock from Lipton High School, most likely- had just kicked the chair out from under a girl. And, not just any girl, it was Becca. Becca. Talia gulped, a feeling of guilt washing over her as she studied the scene. She knew that she should do something, but Talia lacked the backbone to do much of anything but stand there. Frozen. She watched as the girl made a beeline for the back of the food court, and then sighed. Poor Becca.

Picking up her food, Talia ducked her head low, praying not to be their next target as she made her way across the food court. She set her plate down in the chair across from her friend and frowned. Her worried brown eyes now tracing over Becca. "Bec, are you alright? I'm sorry that they're such jerks!"



[ sorry this took me so long to reply to! i was museless there for a while. xD ]