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Post by Adam McElroy on Jun 7, 2007 12:03:50 GMT -5
He couldn't believe he'd just done that. Seriously. Fucking seriously. He was Adam McElroy, after all. He didn't fight back. Usually. He didn't like to yell, or get fuming like he was now. The male hated it. But he'd done it nonetheless and it felt... it felt pretty awesome. She wouldn't come over again now. She'd leave him alone for good. He'd be able to go find someone else. Maybe see what Gabriella was getting up to these days, although he doubted she'd be pleased to see him again.
Hell-lo. Whose hand was that on his arm? Oh shit.
"What?!" Adam asked, and then turned just slightly as his arm was yanked and he was pulled slightly off balance. There was someone in front of him, blocking his way. Blocking his way out. This person was slim with blonde hair, and... wait. Tears. Tears in her eyes? What the hell? What was Charlie - the girl he had just tried to get away from - doing clinging to his arm all teary-eyed and stuff? Had he just stepped into some weird, alternate universe, or something? This was definitely not normal.
He listened to her small rant, frown never leaving his face. If he had been happy and hadn't downed the beers, he could have pulled her close and accepted all the lies she told him. In fact, he would have. But as it was, however, he had drank and he was pissed off more than he'd been in a very long time, and forgiveness wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind. He tried to tug his arm free, but couldn't and instead said with a sigh, "Fine. I accept your apology." His face remained cold, however, and he just waited for her to let go.
They were done... remember?
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jun 12, 2007 11:19:02 GMT -5
Charlie's composure seemed to falter at Adam's chilly short reply. It wasn't working. The whole facade, it wasn't bloody working. She had expected some sort of reaction, some sort of rise or emotion out of him. Evidently, he just didn't care enough to give her what she was looking for. Anger flashed in her kelly eyes, and with a little muted scream of frustration, she thumped him hard in the chest with both fists.
"Fuck sake!" she yelled, pointing accusingly at him, red glowing beneath the delicate blusher on her cheeks, "I-I just hate you! Ugh, you're so...so useless!" And for good measure, and not for the fist time she added, "McElroy, you're a fucking joke!"
And with that, Charlie quickly turned and stormed away. She would and could have stay and fought, but the truth was that she didn't want Adam to see her crying. Properly, she was crying now - only an Oscar winning actress could fake big hot sad tears like than as the rolled down her warm cheeks, smudging make-up and dripping onto her dress. Alexys was already gone from the bar long ago. He couldn't be bothered with a girl like her that night. She may as well just go home.
Opening the door with suck a force that it rattled off the wall, Charlie found herself outside. It was fairly dark, and she was still crying. Feeling tired, and a little faint thanks to the rate she was knocking back her drinks earlier, she leaned heavily against the same wall with her hand on her brow, weeping and sniffing. Thankfully, there was no one outside. It was a good two hours before closing time yet, at least.
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jun 12, 2007 12:53:23 GMT -5
After the cold brush-off, there was a silence, one which Adam hated. Like, seriously. Although, thinking about it, Maybe it wasn't the silence that had settled over them now that intimidated him, but rather the fact that Charlie's tears were now fading and her face getting redder and redder. Oh dear. He'd seen her temper before, and certainly hadn't enjoyed it the last time.
But he did care, even though she thought he didn't. Perhaps that was why he was acting the way that he was- he didn't want to care anymore. He was sick and tired of it. Caring about someone that appeared to hate your guts was a tiring thing, and he just didn't want to do it anymore.
Adam's arms flew up in an attempt to block Charlie as she exploded, but he didn't manage to do so. Instead he was punched in the chest, and he flailed his arms wildly in an attempt to get her off. All she seemed to want to do was inflict a mild amount of pain, however, as she stopped after the initial chest-thumping. This was good, as Adam had been slightly afraid at the thought of her whipping her wand out and hexing him to hell.
But she wasn't done. Oh no. Now she was insulting him in a somewhat long and angry-sounding rant, and he flinched during it several times- particularly when she spat out that she hated him. He'd been told that by too many people he cared about lately. Something needed to be done. Like, maybe he had to stop being such an idiotic jerk and pissing people off. Then perhaps he'd be saved the bruises, too.
Then she was gone. He hadn't expected her sudden disappearing act, and she'd left him angry and shaking and breathing as heavy as if he'd just ran a mile. Shaking his head, Adam slammed a fist on the table which Charlie and Lexi had previously sat, and then turned and stormed back to the bar. He wondered whether he should have another drink, but then he remembered Charlie's first comment about his drinking, and got mad again, slamming down a fist once more.
As the barman looked shocked, he turned and strode out of the place, his own forceful opening of the door resulting in what Charlie had done; the door swung back and slammed into the wall, making a loud noise. Adam took a few angry steps outside, not seeing the crying girl to his left right away.
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jun 12, 2007 13:21:48 GMT -5
Charlie wasn't really sure how much time had elapsed as she stood outside, trying to curb her tired crying. It couldn't have been that long, she decided. No-one had came out yet, so perhaps ten minutes tops. She was getting cold now, wearing just her spangly little jersey dress and the wedges. She always made the mistake of not bringing a jacket or coat on a night out, and she always regretted it on the way home. But of course, Charlie being Charlie, she never learned.
As she was deep in thinking this pleasantly bitter thought, Charlie barely had time to react to the door suddenly flying open to meet her. She flung up her arms to cover her face, and it slammed into her forearms, and knocked her right knee too. Charl yelped, and kicked the door away from her hard. The pain was sharp at first, but quickly came to a dull throb that only soured her mood further.
"Hey, asshole!" she sniped, frowning ferociously and quickly trying to wipe away her tears, though it was obvious she'd been crying hard, "Why don't you try hittin' it a little harder? Fucking jerk-wad..."
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jun 17, 2007 7:41:37 GMT -5
Adam was alerted to someone's presence - someone behind the door he had just forcefully slammed to - when a yelp rang out. He wheeled around in the darkness, saying, "Sorry." Then he realized just who he'd smashed the door into, and frowned. Charlie. He didn't say anything mainly because he didn't get the chance, as she went off on her insults as expected.
"I said I was sorry." Again, his voice didn't come out angry or annoyed, as his movements and expression may have led someone to believe. As it was before, with Charlie, it was just cold and flat. Utterly lifeless. It didn't even sound forced, as if he was doing it purposely to hurt her in some sick, mind-twisting way. It was almost as if he'd just totally given up.
He saw her tears, however, and a little more life came back into dull blue eyes. Sympathy, perhaps.
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