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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Dec 4, 2011 20:33:18 GMT -5
The lounge wasn't the place one would normally find Winnie. The 4'10 gal was normally found jamming out in the music room or sitting at "ground zero" (as she called the spot where all the people were) eating God knows what while watching the guys set up out of boredom. Instead, today she decided it would be a good idea to switch it up. That and the music room was being used by another band and ground zero was preoccupied by a cleaning crew moving all the trash left behind from the previous show. So she was in the lounge sitting on the floor holding her purple PS3 controller with her legs crossed Indian style. Her long, dark hair spilled over her thin shoulders, down her back, and reaching the floor with ease. Her large, bright teal eyes were concentrating on the game at hand, Nazi Zombies, and she had her tongue slightly sticking out of her mouth as she bit on it. It was just another quirk of her's.
"Die, muthuh fuckuh!!!!" she yelled out as she pressed the buttons quickly to start killing the zombies. The large flat screen television was enough to keep her happy and as she got way too into the game, she was suddenly on her feet yelling at the screen, "Bitch! He's right behind you! I'm not saving your ass again!!!" normally, Winnie didn't curse unless pissed, which wasn't all that often since it took a lot to send her into the deep end (years of practice) but when it came to video games...expect her to have a sailor's mouth. She was starting to button mash as she continued playing, all too focused on the game. She had long abandoned her heels on the ground next to her so her tiny highlighter green socks were visible on her equally tiny feet. She was at her full height instead of the added couple of inches she got with those large monsters on her feet.
As her team mate was killed, Winnie jumped a bit as her adrenaline pumped into her system. She was anxious because now she was the last one left and she had to keep on freaking going, "Fuckin' a!" she yelled out, not even worrying if anyone came in. She was here first anyway so what did it matter, "Ha! Mwuahahaha!" she gave a fake maniacal laugh as she shot at them, using up all her ammunition because she knew she'd end up dying anyway but she wanted to go out with a bang, "HA! TAKE THAT!...Aw man," she watched as the zombies ate her on the screen and frowned as she calmed down, her shoulders slumping a bit in sadness over not making it further than she anticipated.
As she was about to restart a new game with new people online, she heard someone clear their throat and she whirled around to find someone sitting on the couch looking at her with a mixture of annoyance and possible amusement but she wasn't sure. She was a bit retarded when it came to reading people-unless they wanted sex or money. Then she knew how to read them. She smiled big as she recognized who it was and went over and practically tackled him on the couch, "Jimmi!" yeah...she knew he would probably hate her some more for that but she loved greeting people with lots of hugs and an overabundance of glee. She was just weird that way. Moving off him so she was sitting next to him but facing him, again her legs Indian style, she smiled brightly at him like he suddenly made her day that much better, "I didn't know you came to the lounge?" probably because she was never there to see him in the first place if he did or didn't.
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Dec 4, 2011 23:06:21 GMT -5
Jimmi wasn't expecting much today, in fact, he wasn't expecting anything. The junkie had had a rather rough morning, he narrated his thoughts as he picked himself up off the floor in the bathroom and pulled a needle out of his arm, cussing slightly. That was the seventh time he had done that this week, and it made him question if he was shooting up too much at one time, or if he wasn't shooting up enough. Whatever the reason, it caused him to pass out, and he wasn't all too impressed when he had woken up to THAT. So it was no surprise that the little incident had pushed him in to a foul mood already and when he looked at the clock on the stove, it wasn't even three o'clock yet. Way too early for Jimmi to be awake, let alone moving around. Sadly, he couldn't fall back asleep and decided to go score, shoot up, then wander around a little.
Jimmi stood in front of a closet like thing in the room he was sleeping in and looked around, picking out some clothes that didn't smell, put on a pair of Doc martens boots and shaved the morning's stubble from his face. He then smudged on some eyeliner, re-spiked his hair and sighed, staring in to the mirror, in to himself. His skin was a sickly yellowish color, and he almost looked transparent, he had lost a little bit of weight as well, so he tightened his belt. Thankfully, his arms weren't trashed...not yet anyways. Well....maybe a little, there definitely were some trackmarks on the underside of his arms, but they would probably get confused with either bug bites or a rather rough sexual encounter...like Jimmi normally came in to contact with.
He lit a cigarette and snorted a few lines of coke, then threw on his leather jacket and was out the door, a pocket full of bitch change to help him on his way, probably going towards buying breakfast. He stopped at a shitty little fast food joint and ordered a breakfast egg muffing thing, and ate it while he walked down the street, watching people drive by and stare. He stopped only once when a young teenage punker stopped him and asked for his autograph. He obliged and signed her leather jacket, then went off on his way again, wondering why the town was so quiet today. Not that it normally wasn't quiet, it just hardly had things to do at times, which lead him to consume more drugs then he normally would....drugs....Jimmi patted the pocket over his heart gently, then let out a sigh of relief, thanking his lucky stars he had some drugs on him. He wandered around almost like a ghost, although, he probably looked like hell, heroin did that to people.
He noticed that the lounge seemed like a good place to hang around at, especially when he was laying low and avoiding people on this day. All strung out and he needed a place to go, most people when they wanted to find him barged in on his life at the bus, normally he was writing things all over the walls and not really paying attention to much. But not this time, this time he was going to be well hidden amongst people, a few people, but still a crowd none the less. He entered the lounge and sat down on a couch, not really incognito enough...he was still in plain sight. Then he noticed someone sitting on the ground by his boot clad feet playing some sort of videogame.
He then recognized it as Nazi Zombies.
Jimmi held back a small chuckle of amusement, and then, she started to yell, and the painful morning-after-shooting-up headache came back, and he held his hand, groaning somewhat. It wasn't much soon after that he had had enough of her exited squealing and laughter, and cleared his throat, giving Wyona a look of pure annoyance, although, she had amused him to almost provoke the corners of his mouth to pull a little. it was a very, very weak attempt at a half smile, but then again, he wasn't expecting her to shriek out his name. That alone took him by surprise, and he certainly wasn't expecting her to jump on him, anger pumped through him a few times as he grunted, forcing his body to stay upright when she wrapped around him. Soon came her question, and he rubbed his head a little, snorting somewhat "Yeah...well I don't go anywhere often" He spoke, his thick Scottish accent muddying his words ever so slightly. "What's with the early morning assault?" He asked, rubbing a sore spot on his arm where he nearly tore a vein apart trying to force drugs in to it.
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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Dec 5, 2011 1:13:39 GMT -5
As he asked her about the early morning assault, she cocked her head a bit to the side like a puppy and her neat eyebrows furrowed together, "I say hi to everyone that way..." she seemed confused by his words, like she didn't understand why he would question her greeting when no one ever had and if they did, she didn't know about it. She shrugged, though, catching him rub his arm in her peripheral, "Do you want to play? I brought an extra controller," she asked innocently. She loved playing video games. She didn't play them as a kid because she couldn't afford it, but she started playing them when she became a porn star since she started getting a steadier paycheck. She'd been addicted ever since-age 15-and she attempted to perfect almost every single game she played, some taking longer than others, "Or would you prefer Katamari? It isn't loud," she figured her yelling was what made him have that look on his face...or maybe it was just her presence?
[/color=821612]"And it's easy and lot's of fun! You just roll this big thing around and it collects stuff all over the planet and you have to make it as big as possible so you can get land masses and constellations and neighboring moons and stuff like that,"[/color] that was honestly the entire game in a nutshell. It was super simple, uber Japanese, and somehow, it was miraculously entertaining. Truth was, he could just want to sit there and she'd be just fine. She liked him and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because she could have easily ended up on the same path he was on if she hadn't chosen to instead shove it all into a box and never look back on it. She lost everything, had absolutely nothing. No family. No friends. No money. All she had was herself and the clothing on her back and with a roll of the die, she ended up here. She could still remember when she first met him. Her band was crossing his band in the hallway after a show and she had watched him perform. Originally, she disliked the way he acted on stage but the more she watched, the more intrigued she was. She liked the air of mystery around him, the darkness that loomed over him like a storm cloud. She used to have it but her's wasn't fueled by drugs. It was fueled by depression that still lingered there, just below the surface, but she was a magnificent actress who covered it all up with large smiles and happy sounding laughter like her entire life had always been a fat piece of cake handed to her on a silver platter. So when she was on her way to the stage and he walked passed her, she looked him right in the eyes and gave him a genuine smile. Maybe he didn't need it, but she felt like he did so she just did it. After that it was when the bands were together to discuss the tour? Or was that an interview? And she finally got to officially shake his hand and meet him. She had offered the same smile without skipping a beat. She liked the idea of a smile possibly lightening up someone's day, if only for a few minutes and it was why she did it so often. The day she wasn't smiling was the day of the apocalypse in the like of Winnie. If that ever happened...no one would probably know exactly what to do. "Here," forget waiting for an answer. She handed him the extra controller on the coffee table and bounced up to walk over and change the game on the PS3 before plopping herself back on the sofa, again Indian styled, "X to roll, sticks to move, arrows for the camera, circle to jump," she explained the basics as the beginning song played. She was excited. Most people would think she was crazy for wanting to be near Jimmi Ziggs but she didn't care. They didn't know him and though she didn't know every intimate detail of his life, she wasn't going to judge him on anything he did so easily. He deserved more than that right? [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Dec 5, 2011 13:27:13 GMT -5
"Do that and you'll get wrinkles" Jimmi spoke, poking the place where her eyebrows met, then quirked an eyebrow "Everyone? Or just me?" He asked, giving her a look as he studied her face. Normally he would have forgone the questioning and ask her to bang, but today, he was being almost gentlemanly and refusing to even ask that question. something with Wyona just made him not want to be a prick about sex. He didn't know much about her past at all, since she had kept it to herself . Jimmi had done that as well, and very few people knew about Jimmi Ziggs' history and they weren't going to either. That's what he hated most about being mildly famous, people didn't leave you the fuck alone when you wanted them to. Jimmi tilted his head a little as he thought about her question. Did he want to play video games? "Mmm, not really" He spoke, yawning a little and stuck a cigarette between his lips, lit it and blew out a silvery stream of smoke. What where people going to do anyway, he liked smoking, and he was going to smoke where he wanted to. He resisted the urge to make an innocence joke and just let her ramble, not that he was complaining any, it made him look busy, and no one approached him. A snide little snicker escaped his lips before he could stop it...he probably looked like he needed help, what with the random giggling.
Jimmi, without saying a word, put a finger to her lips and stared her down "Shh. your talking too fast" He spoke, almost glaring at her, he hadn't caught a word she had said, and now he was rightfully annoyed. "Just.Calm.Down" He spoke, giving her a little glare, he was not used to so much energy at one time, although, it made sense that she was a drummer. Most drummers he knew went from 0 to 110 in the blink of an eye, while guitarists were a little more 0 to 90, bassists 0 to 60 and singers normally were the calmest of the group, ranging from either 0 or at most that he'd seen was a 20. Right now, he had little to no energy and it was starting to take it's toll on him. He nearly blacked out and after a moment of staring off in to space, he gave her a small look "Have you calmed down now?" He asked, his tone venomous and sarcastic.
Of course, he never understood why she even bothered with his dumb arse. It really did beg the question if she had a thing for him, or that she was just being friendly. He didn't know, or care for that matter and recalled the first time he had laid eyes on her. It was a quick passing through the hall after Wakefield just finished their set and he had stared her down, like he did most of the time, but what confused the hell out of him was the little smile she offered. Yes, he knew that in the beginning, she didn't care much for his theatrics, swearing or tossing of half drank beer bottles in to the crowd, but he had learned that she had eventually, started to like him. He was confused at first, mostly because he hardly talked to ANYONE the first little bit and always walked around with a dark gloomy storm cloud above him, and flipped out at the littlest things. Jimmi shook his head a little, what was he talking about, he still did those things. The interview thing was weird, mostly because he was strung out, higher then a kite, his track marks were really, really bad and he had to meet all the other bands, and that didn't sit well with him. Normally because HIS bandmates had forced him to stop being a recluse and come along to wherever they went, the bastards. He wasn't expecting Wyona to be so....short.
Although, to him, almost anyone was short, Jimmi was proudly six foot six, although, sometimes it was a pain, especially when the top of his head grazed ceilings at times. When he shook her heand, it brought him back to reality, the skin to skin contact almost made him shiver, although he hid it quite well, he did enjoy touching and such, weather it had been sexual or not, and this encounter was anything but sexual. The little touch and surge of feeling brought him back down enough so he could answer questions and rage about politics and be a typical Anarchopunk on national television without stopping and saying something like 'the fucking walls are breathing, and a group of storm troopers lives in my garden. Somebody better do something about that shit'
Without even the slightest bit of effort, she forced a controller in to his hands, just barely catching her exited instructions. He gave the screen a rather confused look, then looked back at her and made his character jump. A seriously confused look crossed his face again and off he went, zoning out a little, tripping out a fair bit. He wondered what was wrong with her, most people didn't even want to be near him. He kinda smelled, not like body odor, but like...well, he smelled like a junkie. He wasn't the most polite person in the world, and he was an ornery bugger. Frankly, however, he found her company almost....almost bearable and comforting. Although, he wondered why her thing for him. He was lost in though until something jumped out at the screen and he bristled "Oh FUCK!" He yelped, nearly throwing the controller at the television.
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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Dec 9, 2011 23:30:16 GMT -5
click for outfitsorry I took forever! finals these two weeks D: and I love the muse overload <3 I can keep up, I promise ;D
When he poked her eyebrows, she attempted to look up to see what he was poking at but she failed epically when she heard his voice. Did she really do it to everyone or just him? Well, the pouncing thing she only did to people she liked so he should technically consider it a compliment, "Both," she smiled sweetly. and despite him saying he didn't really want to play, she forced him to do it anyway. When he put his finger on her mouth, she immediately shut up and looked up at him with those large teal eyes of her's like a puppy waiting for a command obediently. She knew people found her strange to be so energetic all the time but after everything she'd gone through, she thought it was a miracle she could even smile without getting depressed over it. Everyone had a story-some willing to share it more so than others. She liked hearing about other people's past and she always did wonder about Jimmi's, "Yes, Zigg Zagg," she said the nickname on purpose with a snide little smirk-just to annoy him. Sometimes, annoying him was so entertaining, she wondered often why he hadn't beat the crap out of her yet because of it. She normally didn't intentionally annoy him-he just seemed to be irked by her just blinking most of the time.
Once she got the controller in his hand, though, she was fixated on the screen. On a talk show she saw once, someone had commented that they thought she was sweet and bubbly but that people thought she was only like that, so childish and energetic, because she hadn't gotten a normal childhood herself. People knew she came from Alaska and what kind of childhood did Alaska really offer? It was why people slowly began trying to dig up her past and found nothing. All they found was that she was born in the snowy state, that her mother died during child birth and her father passed away not long after and she was raised by his friends. Other than that, people figured she just went from Alaska to Florida, met the band, and it became history. There was so much in between like the death of her best friend, her porn star career, having to live with her boss and in turn get screwed by him almost on a daily basis. People thought she was so innocent but she wasn't and she didn't try to portray it either. She knew more moves in the bedroom than the Kama Sutra. She probably wrote the book. She knew how to hold her own in a fight because she used to fight daily over racist remarks tossed in her direction while growing up just because she was the only white girl in the entire village. She had a sailor's mouth when she wanted and she could go from being the sweet bubbly thing she was now to a delicious little sex kitten if she wanted to. Most would think her height was a huge disadvantage to most things but for her it was an advantage in nearly everything she did. She could escape paparazzi easier in a crowd, she could easily become a human pretzel, she could dodge better and was lighter on her feet in a fight. She loved being short on the best of days and she never thought she'd like a guy who was so much taller than her, she was an ant and he was the tree.
With her tongue sticking out as she concentrated, she quickly made her character move around the screen before almost yelling (though she tried to keep her voice down after he seemed obviously ticked at her and her usual energy), "Watch out!" but the monster jumped out at the screen and she quickly made her character push his own out of the way so her own died Pacman style, "Aww man," she had barely registered his outburst, frowning as the monster killed off her character, "You have to pay attention," she looked up at him again with that childish innocence she never understood how she possessed it. Apparently it was why her ex boss loved her so much. She had the innocence without having to fake it. It came naturally and it was what sold him so many damn movies, "I can't be saving you all the time," she stood to grab the remote before plopping back down on the couch next to him. She handed the remote right back to him to start up another round, again her concentration face coming into play.
"Did you eat anything yet?" she asked simply. She was thinking about ordering some food but she had no idea what to eat. Maybe he was hungry and he could just decide for them. She had no idea why she liked Jimmi Ziggs so much. It wasn't his accent, wasn't his face, his style, anything appearance wise. She didn't know why she'd been so undoubtedly attracted to him. Maybe it was that darkness that seemed to always surround him-like the superficial story line of the good girl falling for the bad boy only she wasn't entirely a good girl and he couldn't possibly be entirely a bad boy. Everyone had a bit of both within them and maybe she was just attracted to the mystery that surrounded him. That or maybe she just wanted to help him but she had no idea how.
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Dec 12, 2011 20:21:43 GMT -5
Jimmi rolled his eyes, he was now getting irritated with her, of course, he hadn’t seen her pounce on someone like a cat besides himself, so he didn’t really know. “I call bullocks” He spoke, giving her a look with his glass-like baby blue eyes, tilting his head and quirking an eyebrow “You’re a strange lass, you know that, right?” Jimmi asked, giving her a patented glare, the one that was normally plastered on covers of magazines and such. He was pretty sure he was the cover model for ‘dark and brooding’. He gained somewhat of a pleased expression while she sat there silently with his pointer finger over her lips, he didn’t even want to know what kind of toxic crap was on his hands, so he silently hoped that her lips didn’t start to tingle from the cocaine residue on his finger. Nobody knew about how Jimmi Ziggs, aka Jimmy Grier, came to America and joined a band, etc, etc. He was lost in lala land and then Wyona broke the sacred silence and spoke her annoying little nickname for him.
Jimmi ground his teeth in agitation, he hated that fucking nickname more than anything in the world, yet he didn’t move to strike her, just stared at her with an extremely annoyed look on his face. “Wyona, don’t fuckin’ call me that in public, people are gonna think I have friends, let alone a female friend. I can see it now....” Jimmi trailed off, giving her a look and changed the tone of his voice “Our top story today, that strange guitarist from punk rock group Wakefield was seen at the lounge with the drummer from Forever Cursed. Sources say that she has pet named the sleazy punker and pounced on him as a greeting. It is believed that Jimmi Ziggs has found himself a new plaything..etcetera, etcetera, etcetera” He ranted, glaring at the wall, an almost visible gloomy cloud looming over him. He wasn’t even remotely sure why she had to constantly irk him. Was it a thing that she did to just him? Did he like her teasing? He answered a definite no to the last one, he did not like her teasing him, but, he was an ornery guy, and it was easy to annoy the crap out of him.
Jimmi snorted and went onward with playing videogames, drifting deep in to his memories, one of the most predominant ones anyways. He had come home after a night of debauchery and drug use, and his dad was in the kitchen smacking his mother around. Of course, he was all strung out to the point where he was tripping absolute balls. Fight over flight, he stepped in front of his mother, got a smack and glared down at his father, pushing his mother behind him and snarled “Don’t fucking touch my mum again” He had growled, shoving his father out of the kitchen and out the front door in to the snowy streets without so much as a coat or a decent pair of shoes. That coldness in his heart had probably saved his mother one more tanning to her backside and face, and she could have died. Jimmi learned about a thing called respect that day, and he knew that if his dad ever decided to come ‘round the house again, he’d kill him.
Another little memory that floated in to his mind was his first time trying heroin with his junkie-ex girlfriend Rena. He smiled at the thought of her sitting on his bed in one of his ratty old tee shirts, cigarette in hand, flame red hair in a mess. Sex on heroin was always his favourite, and now he only banged on heroin, because the feeling when he was sober wasn’t near as good. He thought about sex for a little bit longer, he could be an asshole, but he knew what he was doing between the sheets. Irritated junkie in public and nothing but pure energy in the bedroom. He missed running his fingers through Rena’s soft hair and singing snippets of songs to her, and then the slap came. She was screwing around with someone else, and had pulled his heart out, tossed it in a blender and poured the goopy mess back in to his empty chest cavity.
Jimmi was brought back to reality when she spoke “I spaced, pardon” He growled, taking the controller again. He nearly flipped when she gave him a smart-alecky comment, and he responded with his own “Then don’t bother with my dumb arse” He commented in the typical sharp tone he talked to everyone with “I told ya I’m no good with videogames” Jimmi spoke, giving her a look of distain, he really didn’t like the way she looked up at him, all innocent and shit, it made him want to smack the look from her face, just to see something on there besides happiness and innocence. Pain, anger, sadness, pleasure, anything to make the junkie feel like he wasn’t alone anymore. He was so hollow inside, he hardly felt pain anymore, let alone emotion, sure, it was there, but his main focus was on drugs. Drugs ruled his life, they were his main love interest, his morning and sunset, the Bonnie to his Clyde. Jimmi rolled his eyes and imitated her tone “I can’t be saving you all the time! Give me a break, Wyona, I know how to play video games” He muttered, staring her down again, then went back to playing, puffing on his cigarette.
Her next question caused some confusion. It was a very strange question to ask, and Jimmi lifted his shirt slightly, looking at his stomach and belt. The weight loss wasn’t that noticeable, was it? “Uhm, no, no not really. I mean, I had a few bites of an eggy bagel thingy, but I didn’t finish it” He spoke, going back to playing video games “Why?” Jimmi asked, now curious as to why she would ask a question like that. He looked over at her, and tilted his head a little as he observed her. He wondered why she didn’t have a boyfriend, any man could see that she was drop-dead gorgeous, so why hadn’t someone snatched her up yet? He bit his lip slightly and sat back in his seat, Rena wasn’t near as pretty as she was, yet he had no interest in her....”Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow
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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Dec 13, 2011 0:32:20 GMT -5
click for outfitsorry I took forever! finals these two weeks D: and I love the muse overload <3 I can keep up, I promise ;D
"I meant in the game, stupid," she retorted, though it didn't come out as harsh as she wanted it to be. She knew the nickname annoyed him-hell she knew her presence annoyed him but he hadn't grabbed her and physically tossed her away like a rag doll so she must be doing something right. Upon hearing him answer her question about food, she nodded before explaining herself, "I haven't eaten yet and I don't know what to eat so I thought if you were hungry, you could decide for both of us," she shrugged it off, hoping he'd be craving something because when it came to food, she wasn't picky but she ate the strangest things. Two days ago, she had a scoop of french vanilla ice cream on top of dry Lucky Charms cereal and rainbow sprinkles with a tall glass of orange juice to drink. That same day, she had a peanut butter, banana, and apple slice sandwich on whole grain bread for lunch and for dinner she had two hot strawberry poptarts with Nutella in the middle to create a weird sandwich. She had a sweet tooth that was for sure and since she never had money to go to a dentist, she took ridiculously good care of her teeth herself. Literally after every meal she brushed, flossed, and rinsed her mouth/teeth. It was just a tendency she had since she was a little kid.
As he brought up the question of why she didn't have a boyfriend, she kept her eyes away from him and on the screen as they wavered, her face going a bit too serious. But she seemed to make it disappear quickly as if hoping he didn't catch it and she smiled over at him, "Because I don't need one. I've always been fine on my own," and she shrugged her tiny thin shoulders. It was true, Winnie had really been on her own for the majority of her life since she didn't really have parents and her father wasn't the greatest one in the universe, "Plus, I'm not a good person to get attached to," she continued, knowing he'd agree with her with all his little heart, "I've done too many things and I'm annoying as fuck," she kept the smile on her face and laughed softly. She did know she could annoy people...
And not wanting to dwell on the topic of herself much longer, as usual, she added, "Isn't that right, Zigg Zagg?" she laughed again, "I'm sorry, there might be a photographer or journalist hidden under the couch recording our every move! I better watch out before they catch us existing together in the same room!" she was laughing again, falling back a bit so her back wasn't straight and she was more against the couch. She was messing with him again because, well, it was fun and keeping him annoyed kept him talking too-whether he realized it or not and she really liked his accent. It was out of this world in the universe of Winnie. That and she didn't think her laughing could bother him too much. It was light and sweet and anyone who knew her knew that if they got her to laugh enough, she would actually go completely silent-only making noise when she was taking in a deep breathe to continue laughing.
She was the weirdest of the weird but wasn't Jimmi Zigg weird too? It was probably the only thing they had in common. He was weird because he was always so zonked out and she was weird because she was annoying as hell, in his words. She knew he'd freak if she ever said they had similarities between them. She half expected him tp pull out bug repellent spray and spraying it in her direction in hopes she'd disappear...possibly for good. It was just...she couldn't explain it. There had to be something in him that was making him the way he was-not that it was necessarily a bad thing. She saw a lot of herself in him at times and it sometimes made her feel like she'd lived for much too long, despite her very young age. Eighteen years wasn't enough to know all the things she knew, see all the things she's seen, do all the things she'd done. She experienced more than a lot of the people on this tour-not all but definitely most. The best part was probably how she even managed to keep it a secret for so long.
Or maybe it was because Jimmi reminded her of a person from another life. Where she grew up in the Alaskan Bush, the elders used to tell stories of how soul mates met in another life and the earth recycled their souls and brought them back but that they had to work on finding each other again and even if they didn't get to see each other for generations upon generations, they would eventually meet and the two would be together again. They would just know...they would just click as they would say the white people spoke. She often wondered if Jimmi's soul might have been her soul mate in another life thousands of years ago and that their souls had been recycled so many times by the Earth that now they couldn't recognize each other. It stemmed from her off feeling of dejavu she sometimes got while around him but voicing all of this would label her as a complete psychopath. He'd probably think she was obsessed with him when she honestly wasn't. She was infatuated, smitten, crushing on yes. Obsessing about no. These thoughts only came about whenever she was around him which wasn't too often but was probably more than enough for him. Sometimes she wondered what it was about her he really didn't like. She couldn't understand why he hated her so much or let on that he did even if he didn't. She tried so hard to seem like a good person, like she never did anything wrong in her life despite it being the contrary and he just hated her...Maybe he could see right through it? Maybe...hopefully if he did he wouldn't tell anyone about it.
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Dec 23, 2011 12:06:10 GMT -5
"Who are you callin' stupid, ya prat?" Jimmi glared, giving her a look that could have meant certain death if it wasn't for that small little tell-tale twinkle in his eye that meant he was calling her names just out of pure humor, not to be a vindictive asshole. "Don't be so bloody cheeky" He coughed and puffed on his cigarette a little bit longer and huffed slightly, blowing a few smoke rings while he was playing videogames. She must have noticed the weight loss, he was at least ten pounds lighter then he was a few weeks ago, the damn heroin was just such a little bitch to him at times that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it, other times he couldn't get by without it. He was also completely in love with the drug, it was just...it was there for him when he needed it to be. It wasn't out on the town and he didn't have to worry about it cheating on him. In short, he just needed something without emotional attachment, and heroin was it. He thought for a moment and tapped his fingers on his chin...what to have for breakfast? It was always the hardest question of the day because normally, he didn't give a rats ass if he ate or not, but now that Winnie had told him she was hungry, he thought about a greasy good-morning burger "Hmm....I don't know actually....do you like sweet things?" He asked, tilting his head a little. Jimmi had a huge sweet tooth, and often splurged on candy and chocolate, although, more often then naught, it was sour cherry bombs. He liked those the best, the ones that came in a tub, not a plastic packet. He reached in to the pocked of his leather and took out a bag of the candy, popping a few in his mouth, enjoying the somewhat hard outer shell, and the taste made him crave more. "Here, want one?" He asked, passing the bag of candy to her "They're a little sour, but also sweet....kind of like you" Jimmi muttered the last part of the sentence, hoping that she didn't catch it, he didn't mean to say it either...it just came out.
Jimmi’s face burned with embarrassment...he hadn’t just said that....he mentally screamed at himself for being an idiot, and immediately tried to cover it up “Sometimes though, they get stuck to your teeth and can be annoying as fuck to get off” He spoke, and smirked a little, congratulating himself on the quick cover. He then noticed her facial expression and tilted his head, he had never seen happy-go-lucky Wyona have a serious expression on her face. “Makes sense, I know how that feels, you don’t need someone to lean on like a crutch, because you can take care of yourself, right?” He asked, hoping that she felt the same way he did. He wanted her to feel like him, not dope sick or the feeling of needing to shove something in to his arm, but some of his emotions at least. Least he even think of acting like a sensitive guy around her. No, he wouldn’t let that happen, He had earned his reputation from working hard, dammit! He certainly wasn’t going to spoil it for a moment of stopping to smell the roses. ‘’Yeah, I’m not the kind of person one would want to associate with, or even be with. I have a fuckload of baggage and I’m not very easy to deal with when I’m zonked out” Jimmi admitted, keeping his tone soft for only her to hear.
He shook his head, what the hell was he doing? He hardly knew this girl and yet his secrets were spilling from his mouth like word vomit. “Oi, you are not that annoying, lass. I think I have you beat there” Jimmi spoke, giving her a look with one quirked eyebrow, practically saying ‘I’m challenging you, better well accept and beat me’. “At least you aren’t calling me ‘Ziggy’, so I guess I can lighten up about it, eh shortstop?” He teased, then bristled at her next comment “Jesus I do not want to be in the papers, Seriously. If I have to punch another reporter for snooping I’ll damn well do it. What the hell is so funny?” Jimmi asked, screwing up his face in to a rather annoyed look, he didn’t want her to laugh at him, he had just...well, almost poured his heart out to her and now she was laughing at him? “Whatever” He muttered, crossing his arms and turning his head away from her, looking fairly indignant. He had to admit, they had quite a few similarities, he noticed how light and girly her laughter was, while his true laughter, if he even laughed at all, was a deep and dark chuckle. He lit another cigarette and puffed away, he missed when he laughed, when it was true and not forced, when he didn’t have to plaster a fake smile on his face and preach stupid lies to get people to leave him alone. He let himself off to be a lone wolf, when in reality, he thrived on other people being around him, he craved attention like a deprived child. Any attention someone was paying to him was good in his eyes, although, he hated negative attention more then anything in the damn world.
His grandmother in Scotland once told him that the black cat and a sprig of heather would bring him good luck in his travels. He hadn’t listened to her, but later, had kept Heather on him at all times. He missed her, and her tales of finding perfect matches. He had gone to visit her a while ago, and the exact words she had greeted him with were “Jimmi, where’s the wife and wee ones?” He had told her he was still single, and that he was still too young to be worrying about marriage and children. His grandmother had called him a pussy “If ya doon’t go marryin’ someone shortly, I’ll look for a good Scottish girl for you here, got it?” Jimmi had indignantly agreed, although, he had lied to her in a letter that he was in a serious relationship with a girl named ‘Alison’ She had seemed pleased and left him alone along the subject. It seemed with Jimmi that he was being suffocated by love and attention sometimes, and all he wanted to do was get away and be able to breathe. Fat chance of that happening.
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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Dec 23, 2011 17:07:47 GMT -5
Personally, Winnie loved food and it wasn't obvious. She was a bit of a twig though she still had meat on her bones which could be explained very easily. Where she grew up, very skinny women were considered barren and though it never entered Winnie's head, at the time, that she probably would be a shit mother, women were supposed to be strong and fit-as part of the culture. Having tits and an ass were practically mandatory and she had just the right amount up top for her size but she'd always been told, by her ex boss, that her butt was too big. She was never all that self conscious about her body anyway. She'd been naked so many times in front of the camera, it didn't phase her. But she did love sweets. Actually, she loved junk food in general though it would never beat actually eating from the wild in the Alaskan Bush. She used to actually take the time after school with her best friend and hunt moose and deer for dinner, going fishing and ice fishing, and then gutting it out, doing all the dirty work. The beauty of food here, though, was that it was all prepared already and she didn't have to go to the middle of the intersection with her rifle and kill a deer on the tiny island. That would be one hell of a sight to see, though. Tiny Wynona with a large rifle.
She nodded before he handed her the treat and without hesitating she popped it into her mouth, "Mmm, thank youuuuu," she sucked her cheeks in a bit at the sourness. It was much too sour for her, since she wasn't used to it, but she liked it nonetheless, "Like me," she added to the end after he said the candy was annoying and she chuckled. Yeah, she heard what he said but she wasn't going to outright say she did-just poke at it subtly. She wondered, absently, if he'd known the old her, would he have liked her better. Most people liked her now and she knew if they knew the short tempered, rebellious, frustrated, violent younger form of her they would have probably hated her or written her off before getting to know her. She was so radically different it was a wonder she wasn't suddenly a different person with a different name.
"Exactly," she added once she finished the candy in her mouth, "I've been taking care of myself since I was seven years old. I'm sure I can handle the rest of my life," she shrugged it off as if it wasn't a big deal. To her, it wasn't. By twelve, boys and girls were considered men and women. She beat them by growing up faster than she should have long before they did. She had to if she wanted to survive, "Pfft," she pushed his shoulder with her own gently when he said she wasn't that annoying-that he had her beat. He totally didn't. She didn't find him annoying at all, "You're not even a little annoying," she rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, "And baggage is baggage. Everyone has it whether they want to admit it or not. The trick is to find someone who's willing to accept you with it-not necessarily try to make it all disappear," words of wisdom from the annoying drumming midget. An old coworker of her's told her that once when he'd asked Wynona for advice on how to ask some chick out that he met a couple weeks ago.
She couldn't hep but laugh, though, and when he seemed offended and went lighting his cancer stick, she tried to stifle her laughter, "Hey! I'm not laughing at you! I swear!" she chuckled and after his whatever comment, she abandoned her controller and practically jumped on him, trying to make him laugh, "Tickle monster!" she announced profoundly, though she made sure not to yell in his ear as she tickled him and, in a sense, it seemed more like she was trying to wrestle. She was a genius with wrestling. She was so tiny, she could slip out of trapped positions easily and it always frustrated her randomized opponents. She managed to get the cigarette out from his fingers after nearly climbing all over him like he was a mountain (and let's face it, compared to her-he was) and she put it out on the table quickly so they wouldn't suddenly catch on fire-and he could smoke the rest of it once she had her victory-unless he managed to actually pin her down. She had yet to meet someone who could. She was sure Jimmi Ziggs would be a worthy opponent especially because he had a huge advantage: she was partially in the middle of a giggle fit and had yet to eat today so she wasn't as strong as she normally was, "Told you I could be more annoying," she had obviously accepted his challenge as she attempted to pin him down on the couch but was failing on an epic scale because she was still laughing a bit at how amused she was by this.
He would probably hate her for putting him through this but she was hoping, deep down, he wouldn't. His air of mystery was what kept her somewhat pining for him in very subtle and not so very subtle ways. Most would think that, at the moment, she was flirting with him and if she was, it was completely unintentional. He was pretty horrible at the video game so she wanted to see if he was good at wrestling or tickle monster and she was stupid ticklish...it was ridiculous. Though she won with wrestling, she always lost in a tickle war.
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Jan 4, 2012 21:12:41 GMT -5
Jimmi was a bit of an eater, after all, growing up in Scotland had taught him that breakfast was big, lunch was supposed to be small, and dinner was large as well. That and most things came in a box. Although, growing up, he was a bit of a chubby boy, and he got teased mercilessly for it. His mother told him that it was just 'baby fat' and that he would grow out of it, but sadly, he didn't believe her at all, and the more he got teased at school, the less he did believe her and the more he thought he was cursed to be a beach ball for the rest of his life. However, when he hit fifteen, he shot up to his current height and thinned out, and he was somewhat built because he worked out often, and was constantly getting in to fights. However, at sixteen, he met his love Rena, and shortly after that she introduced him to pot, and slowly he started his decent in to the drug world, however, he stopped trying other drugs when he met heroin, and it was love at first hit. His grades suffered and so did his home life, although his mother never bothered him about taking hits of heroin or snorting coke off of his guitar, she didn't like the fact that he was doing them either, though. His mother also didn't mind when he jumped ship from Scotland to America and although he missed her something awful and wished she would come up more often to visit. She didn't really approve of his current lifestyle, and would rather see him settle down and raise a house full of children, Jimmi, however, wouldn't trade his current life for all the coked up sex in the world, even though he didn't even have to think about that, he got enough of it already.
Jimmi smirked and imitated her vocal pitch "You're welcome" He smirked, giving her shoulder a gentle push, chuckling a little when she sucked her cheeks in and made a sour face "Ya look like a startled goldfish" He snickered, poking her cheeks a little "Sweet little Winnie can't handle a little sour candy huh?" He commented, then gave her a look "Annoying, you are not. Mildly intolerable at times, you are" Jimmi relaxed on the couch, eating a few more Cherry bombs, savoring the taste "Then again, they taste better when you are zonked out on heroin. It's like an orgasm in your mouth" He spoke, stretching out, his large boots resting on a glass coffee table, getting mud all over it, to his delight. He liked being an asshole and making life difficult for others,it was his thing, since he rarely had other ways, besides having sex with groupies or smashing up public/private property to keep himself busy.
He looked over at her with a mix of emotions on his face, all very hard to read "Seven? that's a long time...it was thirteen for me, although, I was looking after my mother most of the time" Jimmi spoke, although he would know about handling the rest of his life "I probably won't live 'till thirty" Jimmi muttered so she could hear, and it was the honest truth. The guy was seriously at rock bottom, he had been there for a while, although it was fairly quiet, nobody visited him at the bottom, everyone was always to bust at the top to even notice he was down by himself. "I am annoying, your just saying that because you don't hate me" He spoke, giving her a look out of the corner of his eye "My baggage is quite scary, care to take a tour?" He asked, not meaning a word of it "You bring up a good point, and it's what's wrong with society today, people don't accept people with baggage, and they try to change them and mold them in to something their not. You are born the person you are supposed to be and people think they can change that" Jimmi knew he was ranting, she just touched on a painful subject for him, and almost all the time he ranted, he hated when people tried to change him in to something he wasn't, it just never sat right with him. Although, her words did spark inspiration for something, he just didn't know what yet.
"Sure you aren't" Jimmi spoke cynically, giving her a look that meant certain death, although, he wouldn't kill her or anything like that, mostly it was to try and nurse his ego a tad. Jimmi had no idea that she was going to jump on him, and it startled him enough to make him yelp in surprise. "NO! No tickle monster!" The punk cried, twitching and bucking as he tipped the couch backwards, pulling Winnie with him "No!" He howled, kicking his legs and squirming, pulling himself along the carpeted floor to try and get away from her and her demonic hands that caused him both pain and pleasure, although, his back was scraping across the carpet now, his shirt having ridden up. He arched his back and managed to pull it down "No! I'm more annoying" He managed to say through clenched teeth, trying not to laugh, however, the rare occurring phenomenon of a true laugh from Jimmy Ziggs. He took a few deep breaths and let out a deep chortling laughter, a big grin on his face as he wrestled with her and rolled on top of her, basically straddling her "Hello, love" He smirked, then started tickling her sides, aiming to get her to laugh as hard as he did. It probably would be a strange sight to see, normally because Jimmi almost never smiled, and yet there he was, sitting on Wyona with a big, stupid grin plastered on his face. Jimmi was good at getting other people to laugh and he almost always won in tickling wars, namely because of his height and weight advantage, but when it came to video games, he really couldn't play them to save his life, save for Nazi Zombies, that was one of the few games he could actually play.
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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Jan 6, 2012 12:56:12 GMT -5
It didn't take much to make Wynona burst out with laughter. At first, when she managed to flip them so he was on top, she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep herself from laughing. Soon enough, the smile slowly started forming as she started trying to squirm out from under him but she was tiny. Ridiculously tiny. Normally, she could get out of situations such as these but he was straddling her and she was literally trapped and pinned underneath him at her hips. Once he hit the right spot at her side, she seemed to collapse and laugh her usual light and cheerful laugh. The apples of her cheeks turned a blush pink from laughing so hard and she attempted to move his hands away by grabbing his wrists but she failed miserably, "Haha!!! Okay! Okay!" but she kept laughing, "You win! I give!" and she tried one last time to squirm out from under him and in the process, her shirt seemed to have a mind of its own as it rode up just under her chest to show off the expanse of her flat and slightly concave abdomen. Giving up and not realizing her shirt had ridden up, she laid back fully and let out a heavy sigh, her chest moving up and down with her heavy breathing as she looked up at him, "Just so you know...I always lose at Tickle Monster...so don't get all proud about it," a dorky smile found its way onto her face. This kind of thing was nice. She liked hanging out, being a goofball. Her band mates, as much as she adored them and their talent, always seemed like they were wound up a bit too tight. They seemed caught up in all their own drama and issues, they forgot to look up every now and again and just feel the sunshine on their face. She remembered being in an interview and someone saying she was probably the friendliest drummer they'd ever met...and the friendliest person in the band period. She didn't try to be friendly. She used to-because she used to be just like her band mates. At one point, though, she just got fed up at being depressed and pissed off all the time. It was a change she made in herself for herself. If not, she'd probably be dead by now and as tranquil as that sounded, she preferred being alive and being able to smell the flowers and eat cherry bombs and have a tickle fight with Jimmi Ziggs where she loses.
"Well hello there, beautiful," the guy holding the video camera came up closer to her face and a sixteen year old Wynona smiled brightly and innocently. Her hair long hair was in pigtails and she had her glasses on. The outfit of choice was a little school girl uniform and she sat on the couch, "So I've been told you're here to full fill Mr. Johnson's crazy fantasy, yeah?" her boss who was holding the camera looked at her and Wynona nodded, not saying a word. Mr. Johnson was some British man, married and middle age. He was average in height, in build, in size, in everything and Wynona was supposed to be his toy for the evening, "Oh Mr. Johnson!" Wynona called out from where she sat and as the guy walked into the living room, he seemed to lick his lips as he looked at her. She easily complied to even the most basic commands and soon enough-it had become the video the kick off her career...
And it was because of that video that she forgot what it felt like to wear clothes and not wear clothes. It was when she suddenly became much more comfortable in her own skin, when people actually wanted to hear her say Yes, I'm Native American. Ain't that a hoot?. People started liking her short size, her smile, they liked her better all sweet and cuddly and she just got used to it. Looking up at Jimmi, she just seemed to hit that point where she just got comfortable with him despite him currently still sitting on top of her and she just laying there like it was the most normal thing in the world, "I've been a porn star since I was fifteen years old," she admitted quietly, "Desperate times called for desperate measures and I was homeless so it was way better than living under a bridge. You were looking for your mom, I was looking for acceptance. And in the porn industry, I was practically the new reining queen," she sighed deeply, propping herself up on her elbows, "I'd never try to change you. I like you the way you are, ya know? I didn't want people changing me...I changed the horrible person I used to be because I wanted to. I got tired of being depressed and angry all the time," she offered him a tender hearted grin like she was some kind of Anime Japanese character from a graphic novel, "I haven't found what I was looking for yet. Did you? I hope you did," she had rambled a bit but the tickle fight seemed to knock her brain around a bit plus she was usually this random. She'd randomly thrown the controller at him to play earlier, right? Meeting him was even random.
Like him, her baggage was more than just serious. If her life was made into a movie, it would be pretty heart breaking and anyone would wonder how she didn't end up dead from suicide or neck deep in some kind of addiction. She had everything horrible thrown her way from the death of her parents to being ostracized because of her skin tone, given racial remarks because of it, treated like the scum of the earth, and then having to live on her own in order to just survive to the next day. She didn't have help in high school, college wasn't an option because in the Alaskan Bush, nothing was possible for them. You were born, you went to school, you got married right after, had a bunch of kids, passed down the tradition, and then died. No one really had any legitimate jobs. They all lived off the land and flourished because of it. She only opened up to Jimmi because he was Jimmi and it was just further proof she trusted him for some unknown reason other than just infatuation toward his direction. He could guess all he wanted as to why she liked him but she wouldn't be able to give him a straight answer. She just did and she liked the surreal aspect of it all-of never having a crush and then suddenly having one and feeling like one was in a movie or a dream world that existed out of the norm. Reality was always too harsh anyway. This version was much better.
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Jan 18, 2012 23:39:57 GMT -5
Jimmi nearly doubled over when he heard the sound of her laugh, and now that she was laughing hard and at the mercy of his fingertips, the wide smile and blush that swept across the apples of her cheeks made her look completely adorable. Jimmi laughed along with her, and couldn't help but think that this was the way life was supposed to be, easy and calm, completely at ease with himself and the person he was currently sitting on. He couldn't believe he won that easily, normally it took him a bit longer to pin people, but she was a fair bit shorter then him and he outweighed her by probably a hundred pounds, maybe more. "Yeah, you damn right I win!" Jimmi laughed and poked her nose with his pointer finger, nearly letting her escape when she tried to squirm out from under him, and he got a look at her. Normally, the sight of exposed skin didn't do shit for him, it didn't bother him, it didn't excite him in a sexual sense, he was completely indifferent to it, on most occasions. However he couldn't help but look at her bare midriff for a moment, and he noticed how smooth and blemish free her skin was. He cleared his throat a little and pulled her shirt down a tad, slightly flustered, and he didn't know why, because most of the time he was used to seeing girls half naked and he hardly cared, so why was she making him all bothered and hot? "I doubt that, you are a very limber lass, I'm pretty sure you could kick someone of average height's butt" He commented, and couldn't help but grinning when she gave a dorky smile of her own. Frankly, he liked being with her, even though she annoyed him to high hell, it was easy to be with her because she never judged people, nor did she smother him with affection, and he liked it. When she smiled, she reminded him of Rena, and it made his heart squeeze painfully, and he banished the feelings as fast as he could, he didn't want to think about that.
Jimmi sat on his bed, seventeen years of age, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking over at Rena, who was digging around in her bag "What are ya lookin' for, love?" He asked, taking a long pull on his cigarette, Rena looked over at him and pulled out a little bag, something akin to a cloth penilcase. "This is what I was lookin' for" She sat down on the bed and Jimmi looked at it, inside was a small baggy of some white substance, a spoon, too needles and two cotton balls "Christ Rena again with the cocaine? I told ya I was sick of that shit already!" Rena looked over at him and smirked "Jimmi, this isn't coke...it's something new I picked up today" Jimmi raised an eyebrow, eyeing the baggy hungrily "What is it?" Rena smirked "It's called Heroin"
Jimmi couldn't believe what she had just said because it had shocked him more then a slap to the face and pulled him out of his memories, he shook his head a little and stared at her open mouthed for a moment, then raised an eyebrow "You were a porn star?" He asked, sitting back a little, not really leaning over her anymore "Wow and I thought I had a fucked up time in my teens" He muttered, then looked over at her again, listening to her speak, and he couldn't help but feel some kind of sympathy in his chest coming to a bloom. "I uh..I'm sorry?" He offered as a sort of weak excuse of a sympathetic apology. Jimmi sighed, he knew what it was like to be stuck between a rock and a hard place "I used to sell drugs, though, it's not really a related topic" Jimmi spoke, then lifted up his shirt, showing off a scar over his rips "I got shot selling to a few people I shouldn't have" He spoke, pulling his shirt back down "I was living in a real bad neighborhood in Portland, sharing a one bedroom apartment with seven other people was tough, but you have had it much tougher then I did" He muttered, then looked at her "Well aren't you a breath of fresh air. Finally" He spoke, sighing heavily "I'd never judge you too, you know that right? I don't care that you were a teenage pornstar, I know you as an amazing drummer and a healthy person" Jimmi spoke, then looked down at her, raising his eyebrow for a moment, had he found what he was looking for "Eh, I'm not sure, I may have..." He spoke, gingerly pushing some hair up off his face, spiking it back in to place. He suddenly had a strange clear moment, somewhat sober then slowly leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to hers, then pulled away, clearing his throat "Well..." He muttered, getting off of her and sitting back down on the floor, looking away from her, a bright red blush on his face.
Why the hell would he do that? She had just opened her heart up to him and he had to act like a horny bastard and do that. Jimmi lit his cigarette and puffed away on it, looking down at his bootclad feet. It was true, he hadn't felt even a twinge of affection to any woman in a very long time, nearly three years and now he was...so confused. He didn't know what the hell he did that for at all, but now a small voice inside him told him that maybe she would be a good thing for him? "I'm sorry.....uh....I didn't.......I shouldn't have done that....I swear I'm not trying to get in your pants!" Jimmi spoke, rushed and flustered, looking like a little cartoon character that just had a massive caffeine overload. He didn't know what to do at all, and now all he wanted to do was become invisible and hide himself from everyone.
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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Jan 25, 2012 20:59:11 GMT -5
Wynona listened intently and it was obvious she was fully focused on his words as if she were hanging on to every syllable uttered. She had brushed off his apology not as if it were nothing but as if everything was fine now. She was content and dandy, peachy even though at times her past did get to her and she would feel some uncontrollable urge to go do something stupid and reckless. She usually took her frustrations out on video games or the drums. Maybe the paparazzi but they were still people so she usually just avoided them as much as possible. For someone like her, one would think she'd love the media attention but once someone knew more than just what was on the surface, it became obvious she was better off and just happier when she was on her own. She wasn't used to company, wasn't used to people but she was forcing herself to be to the point where she wasn't sure what it was she really wanted anymore. Maybe that was why she hadn't found it yet-she lost herself along the way.
He showed her the scar and her eyes automatically followed to where he was indicating and sympathy bubbled up within her. No pity. No one liked pity. She reached out, without hesitating, and traced it a bit before quickly pulling her hand away like she noticed what she was doing and should know better than to be like that around someone. She should. Wasn't that how she'd always been? Her and the road. She loved her band mates, considered them family, but she didn't really know what such a title meant. She'd never had a true family before. Her mother passed away when she was born and her father committed suicide when she was seven-which she blamed herself for of course. So family wasn't something she knew much about. Continuing to remain quiet, she tried imagining Jimmi getting shot but couldn't. In many ways she saw him as Batman. He was the anti hero with all the qualities of a hero but that dark, repressed storm cloud forever looming over him where he drew his power form. He fought the darkness but he also gained strength from it. Without it he wouldn't exist yet he fought to destroy it even if it meant destroying himself at the bitter end. But she wouldn't let him fall away to his own self destruction. She did care about him, much more than she should, and as an honest friend, she knew better than to let him crack his head open at rock bottom. She lost her best friend-the only relationship that had ever been innocent and that she was ever good at-and she wasn't about to lose Zig Zag.
"I'd tell you you were the sexiest man alive, but I wouldn't want to give you an ego boost," she joked, lightening the mood just a tad from their somber conversation. She could never be serious for too long not because it was physically impossible. The petite gal just wasn't sure how she'd react to being serious for an extended amount of time. The last time she did that, she ended up with her boss on top of her, struggling with keeping her from hacking away at her arms with a cheese knife she found in the drawer. She kept herself stable by avoiding such things because facing them seemed much too scary. She liked the light. She could see the world and all its beauty. The darkness swallowed her whole...it was attractive, caused a feeling of nostalgia to consume her, and made her feel comfortable in her own skin. It was easier...and she knew deep down, it was one out of many reasons why she had first been attracted to Jimmi. His eyes, with all the emotions hiding behind them, were her home away from home.
But when he leaned in and their lips suddenly met, it made even more sense. She could feel her heart melt with the contact and land right in his hands. With a simple squeeze, he could shatter the tiny, rotting thing covered in tar and as he pulled away it was like she was running away from home and she'd left her heart behind. Wynona remained quiet and still for a moment, somewhat frozen in place as she just stared at him. It was partially in a daze and partially in disbelief. She always thought he disliked her or at least had a mild dislike toward her. The fact he kissed her just threw her off balance but didn't home always do that? Didn't the darkness always leave her disoriented? He mentioned not trying to get into her pants but it didn't seem to penetrate her brain because she was leaning in and returning the kiss, wanting to go furhter but forcing herself not to. Sex, obviously, was not foreign to her as he now knew (even if she did give off the holy virgin vibe). Making love, however, was...but was this love? She knew he didn't love her. He couldn't, could he? He wouldn't want to-someone used up and annoying like her.He was Sid and he needed his Nancy. Wynona was no Nancy, "...and I'm not trying to get into yours," she said it quietly, a hushed whisper with her face still close to his after cutting the kiss off short. Her nose was so close to his, a piece of paper probably wouldn't be able to fit between the gap. She was on her hands and knees in front of him without even realizing she'd gotten into said position but it didn't stop her from brushing her lips against his and starting up another kiss. She was testing the waters-see how far she could push her luck before he tossed her away. Wasn't that what they all did?
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Post by jimmi ziggs; on Jan 30, 2012 2:17:13 GMT -5
Jimmi kind of figured that she was hanging on his every word, what with the way she was staring at him like he was the Jesus of suburbia, and in a way he was. If Jesus had a white nose and track marks, that is. Yes, the life he lead was an unhealthy one, and he realised this, but he couldn’t stop it. Once the cash started rolling in, their manager stopped bugging him about his drug use, and his manager even started buying it for him. People were kissing his ass because he was making so much fucking cash...it made his head spin how much he made on a daily basis. Royalty cheques, groupies, drugs, music...His live revolved around what he was doing for a job. The junkie had minimal time for anything except for his job and his recreational time for doing drugs. Earlier in his music career, he was kicked out of a bar he played frequent gigs at because he tossed a half drank beer bottle in to the crowd and it hit the back of some woman’s head. Jimmi had called her a whiny bitch after he picked himself up off the sidewalk, further on in his career, he walked out of the bar, drunk as all hell and ran in to a news crew. He punched the reporter and kicked the camera man square in the face, hollering profanities at them.
The more he noticed that Winnie was listening to him, the more detail he put forth while he continued to tell her the story, and was a little shocked when her fingertips brushed hesitantly against his burning skin. her fingers were cold against the horrid scarring from the shooting wound, of course, he shivered slightly, and was fairly disappointed when she pulled away from him, he wanted her to continue to explore, to get to know every inch of him, every bump and scar. He wanted her to know him, and that frightened the junkie, he hated people touching him, he hated when someone forced themselves into his life, and yet, now all he wanted her to do was press herself against him and feel his heart beating, listen to her worried and loose himself in those eyes of hers. "Wynona...I...uhh....I think..." He couldn't even finish what he wanted to say, already he felt the need to be near her and protect her, to keep her close, and this worried him. Was it the fear of being alone that the heroin normally brought him? Or was it something more? At that point he didn't know what the hell was going on with his emotions, let alone the way his body was reacting near her. Jimmi felt heat crawl up his body, starting at his toes and going all the way up, leaving him a little flustered and hot. He could nearly feel the heat radiating off of his own skin, and had an image of himself in his mind red as a fire truck and sweating bullets, which he was...but he didn’t stink....thank god for little miracles like pit stick.
Jimmi blushed a little when she called him 'the sexiest man alive' and he snickered, giving her a suggestive look "Must be why the panties drop so fast when I walk by" He teased, then snickered a little "Love, I don't want you to just stroke my ego...if you catch my drift" He laughed lightly, giving her a small look "I'm joking..." He smirked, and he was being completely honest when he said this, normally he was a sexual deviant and had he urge to bang any female in his company, and yet....He didn't want to jump Wynona's bones. Well, that was a lie, there was nothing he wanted more then to jump her, but he didn't want to fuck her...fucking was meaningless....he wanted it to mean something to her, to have her scream his name and cuddle up against him while he had a cigarette, and play with her hair as she fell asleep, murmuring soft words to her.
Kissing her was like a dream, her lips were soft, and he knew he had shocked the hell out of her, but he didn't want it to end. He enjoyed her being around him, and he enjoyed her touching him, frankly more than any floozy that hung around Wakefield did. Mostly because with her, he was like a virgin again, everything he did near her was careful and measured, he watched what he said and kept his behaviour in check, but the kiss had left his heart racing and his body tingling as though electricity had passed through his body. Why had he done that? Jimmi shook his head again and puffed on a cigarette, studying his old, beat up combat boots. He thought about all the kissing he had done in his life, meaningless acts of false love he promised other females in exchange for sexual favours, those had made him feel nothing, and his rotting heart couldn't feel anything. Yet now...now he felt like Sid vicious, alone in the world, having meaningless, coked up sex as much as he wanted, yet when Wynona came around and talked to him...He felt like she was Nancy. Sid and Nancy, united against the world, coming from shit pasts. He was caught by surprise when she pressed her lips to his, and he stared at her for a moment before he relaxed and his eyes closed, yet when she pulled away, a part of him was left craving more, and that was what he was going to get. While she stared at him a little, he made up his mind and pulled her tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips against her again. He held her and slowly moved his hand to cradle her head while he kissed her, his body feeling light and tingly, excitement coursing through him, slowly leaning back so he was laying on the carpeted floor, and she was laying on top of him. He smirked a little, not removing his lips from hers, and closed his eyes again, Could Jimmi Ziggs, Sid Vicious of the new millennium, have finally found his Nancy Spungen?
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Notes: It's alright love! <3
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Post by wynona aleshanee citlali; on Feb 1, 2012 0:44:01 GMT -5
click for outfitNot entirely sure if you wanted this to happen-I can change it if anything!
When he smirked, she felt it and she couldn't help but smile. She shouldn't be doing this, she knew it was wrong. She was supposed to be focusing on the band, getting herself out of the mental rut she was in yet here she was, on top of the notorious Jimmi Ziggs, going from simple kissing to taking off his top and then her own...undoing his pants and letting hers disappear, discarding under garments and fitting together perfectly like a lock and key. Sex never had meaning to it in Wynona's book. It was like yoga or doing jumping jacks. It was another work out every human did at one point or another in their life. But this...well, this was a whole different ball game. It had been a while since she'd actually participated in the activity and though she wasn't sure if that was a factor, it must could have been. Plus, it was Jimmi fucking Ziggs...enough said.
Every single kiss. Every single bite. Every single nibble or lick, moan and cry, it felt like it was all heightened and sharpened, clarified to some kind of ultimate experience. She clung to his tall frame to keep them as close as possible, felt every single movement as being vital and necessary, and she road the roller coaster of a wave over and over again and couldn't get enough of it. Winnie even left behind a few marks of her own on him, a temporarily reminder of their encounter that matched her own. For the first time ever, she liked that someone was marking their territory across her expanse of sun kissed skin. No, not someone, not just anyone. She liked that he was the one doing it. She liked the way their sweat mingled, the way he pulled her long hair with just the right amount of force where it wasn't too rough or too hesitant. She liked how it all just seemed natural instead of staged as these encounters had always been for her. No cheesy perverted lines, no crawling around on her hands and knees begging to get screwed where the sun doesn't shine. No pigtails or whips, caked makeup or disgusting connotations. It was just Sid and Nancy against the world and currently, their world was damn well awesome.
The brunette didn't know how long they'd been there at the lounge on the carpeted floor (which she had a rug burn for on her right knee. ouch.) completely naked for. Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours but she liked that she'd lost track of time in his arms the way they were. She would have never expected any of this to happen-not that she ever really had expectations when it came to Jimmi. She usually tried not to have them with anyone-they only ever lead to disappointments. She felt like she collapsed against him, her head on his chest so she could hear his heart thudding loudly in her ears and her hair spilled all over the place like a waterfall. She could feel her cheeks flush as she seemed to snuggle up against him, bright and shining eyes looking across the land that was his skin within her line of sight. Absently, her fingers traced different shapes into his skin, following any scars and his ribs before she moved her head slightly to look up at him. The exhaustion was starting to creep in but she was trying to fight back sleep. It was like trying to watch a baby trying not to close it's eyelids after having been fully fed and being rocked to sleep with a lullaby. Her slightly pink tinged eyelids would droop but she'd quickly open them right back up, "I think I'm in lo..." but she didn't get to finish her mumbled out statement because she had finally dozed off, unable to keep her eyelids from completely closing.
She dreamt of their encounter over and over again, from beginning to end. It was like rewinding and pressing play but never fast forwarding and on occasion, it would skip around to different times when she'd seen him and spoke to him that she could remember. There was no way she could have ever been able to see this conclusion to their unlikely friendship. It wasn't sex. It was something more than that because if it wasn't something more, she wouldn't have stayed and she wouldn't have worried so much over whether he'd be there or not when she woke up. She wondered what had gone through his mind the entire time, if she compared to the gazillions of other women he'd been rumored to have since she had obviously never witnessed it herself. Did he feel that same undeniable pull? It was like he had his hand literally in her chest cavity, squeezing her heart hard but not enough to make it deflate or burst. It was just enough pressure to keep her alive but if he let go, it was sure to stop beating. She was absolutely positive that would happen.
Wynona woke up to the sound of a car horn honking loudly outside. She didn't know why that, of all things, woke her up but it did and it scared the living daylights out of her. She immediately sat up straight with her eyes large and wide in surprise. Maybe it had been her dream? It had gone from sweet and magnificent to scary toward the end. Somehow she had ended up running in her dream though she wasn't sure where and when it began but she did know that she ended up getting hit by a car and that was when she heard the horn honk and she had jolted awake the way she had. She blinked a few times as she looked around the lounger and everything seemed to flood back to her. Her tensed muscles relaxed but only for a moment as she seemed to frantically search for Jimmi before she spotted him right next to her and she let the tension slide away with ease. She was stupid for getting scared that he would have left but it made it that more obvious at how wrong what they did had been. Didn't they both have problems with attachment? Possibly her more than him when it came to human beings? He had an obviously addictive personality...to substances, to drugs. She didn't. She easily got attached to people...and she was already very attached to him...and his love making abilities.
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