Post by FAITH ATTICUS UNDERWOOD on Jun 3, 2010 9:17:53 GMT
THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )
faith opened her dry eyes and immediately wanted more sleep. for the last few nights, she hadn't been getting more than three hours of sleep because of her obsession with wanting to become an author and sell books for the rest of her life. currently, she had fallen asleep on her work bench and faith's head was resting on her laptop keyboard. rubbing the sleep from the corners of her eyes, faith moved so she was sitting properly on her wooden spin chair and not leaning on the laptop, drooling into the electronics. how on earth she hadn't electrocuted herself by now god only knew. she stretched, trying to get her muscles to behave and stop aching, but it didn't work. they were tightly coiled together, not wanting to move properly at all; faith sighed. she had to go into work today, and having bad muscles wouldn't spell so well in there. faith knew that she couldn't look as though she was in pain as soon as she stepped through the doors of one of the roughest bars in london; the horse and hound. really, the only people they served there were hard-ass bikers wearing leathers and were covered in tattoos. they didn't respond to weak people well and if faith turned up weak and in pain... well, she'd be a goner. even if she had the tattoos like the bikers and liked all of the same music; she'd be totally fucked. she'd seen one of the weak ones approach the bar just last week; he ended up with two black eyes, a bust lip and being thrown out of the bar. faith didn't want that to happen to her; not today. it would completely kill her muscles even more than they were already. yawning, faith checked out the time from the clock on her wall - it was eleven in the morning. she had around two hours to get ready and walk down to the bar - plenty of time. she pulled herself up from the wooden spin chair and walked slowly to her bedroom, fearing the worst - faith knew that it would be a tip; her bedroom always had been and always would be. but to look at such a mess just as she'd pulled herself from sleep wouldn't be such a good idea - glancing back to the clock, she reminded herself that she had to go in there. otherwise, she'd have no job since the horse and hound didn't take well to lateness or just not turning up. faith braced herself and stepped into her room.
it was a mess, as always. clothes were thrown across the floor, some landing on the bed, some not. rubbish dotted about around the floor; empty alcohol bottles; cigarette packets that faith knew were empty, since she'd smoked the last of them whilst she was attempting to write. sighing, faith refused to tidy her room; it would take her much too long, and she needed to buy cigarettes and go to her job. glancing around her room, she found some jeans that were fayed and half covered in white paint from when she had re-decorated her apartment. they were fine to go to work in - it was only a bar, not a super popular nightclub where she'd have to wear a dress to be aloud inside. at the horse and hound, they couldn't care less if you turned up in jeans and a t-shirt or a plastic bag. as long as you didn't wear a dress, you were fine. the red-blooded men loved a gal in a dress and flirted with the girl in the dress until they walked out. not a good thing. looking around again, faith grinned as she saw her favourite vintage band t-shirt - the clash. it had been her father's; one of the only things he had left behind for her and her mother. she bit her lip thinking about it; the memory of never being totally normal, never having a father there to watch her grow up was painful. and especially since her mother was a bitch who hated vampires' guts and wanted them all dead. faith, however related to her mother, didn't care about the vampires - they were just like humans, just more dangerous and older. faith saw nothing wrong with them and refused to be anything like her mother. shaking her head to free herself of the terrible memories she had in california, faith looked for some shoes - they couldn't be high heels, because that would attract the bikers and they couldn't be little flat things because she was handling heavy things and if they dropped on her feet, she was fucked. finally, faith decided on a pair of her extensive collection of converse trainers - this pair a neon green colour and newly bought. now, she needed to sort out her long black hair. after taming her hair into a straight ponytail. she checked the clock in her bedroom, faith saw that she had only wasted half an hour. not bad at all. after grabbing her dc backpack and throwing her cash, phone and other important things inside it, such as a change of clothes - perhaps another one of the bikers would spill his drink all over her again; for once, faith didn't want to be caught out. and didn't want to stink like beer until she got home. her make-up only took her a few minutes since she was so used to throwing it on quickly. today, she wore a light smoky grey on her eyes, with gold thrown into the mix. she teamed this with some black mascara and faith was done. that was it; her make-up. no fancy foundation on this girl. throwing her bag over her shoulder, faith had one last glance in the mirror. she looked perfect for the bar - not too flirty, not too boring, either. faith would attract some customers with her as she walked to the bar.
sighing, faith stepped out of her apartment and automatically plugged in her earphones and turned on her ipod. city life was fine, but after a while, all she wanted to do was listen to music instead of traffic and chatting visitors to the city. it didn't take her long to get to the shop that sold her favourite cigarettes; pulling an earphone out of her ear and digging out her cash, she paid for the twenty packet of little cancer sticks and practically skipped out of the shop. she hadn't had a cigarette in over seven hours and her cravings were beginning to drive her insane. tearing the wrapping from the box, she dived into the packet and took out her first cigarette of the day. in the less than thirty seconds, she was setting off walking again, puffing on a cigarette. it felt perfect - the best thing in the world. faith smiled as she inhaled the cigarette smoke and felt it caress her insides all the way down to her lungs - this, was her life. she had missed not smoking for the seven hours that she had ran out - faith wasn't one for habits, since she controlled her life with an iron grip, but this was her one habit and she would be damned if she had to quit. on the last stretch of the road up to the horse and hound, faith finished her cigarette and threw it to the ground. immediately, she began to miss the feel of it in her mouth. biting her lip, faith knew she couldn't start another cigarette, not just because she couldn't smoke in the bar, but because if she started another, her cravings would want more and more cigarettes. and before she knew it, she would have ran out. shaking her head, faith stepped into the bar, nodding at the customers sitting at tables, drinking their pints of beer. there was a suitable lack of females in the bar today, no biker chics at all. but plenty of men. faith sighed; it would be one of those days after all. the men seemed to fight a lot more whenever there were no women in the bar; perhaps, they were trying to look good for the girls, so they could have some lovin'. faith didn't doubt it. that was exactly what the bikers were like. she stepped further into the bar, used to the dim lighting that changed the day into the night. she grinned at the man behind the bar - jimmy. he was a good talker and she knew that the night shift killed him, since most of the customers wanted to be left alone to drink and talk with their friends. he was a new kid, younger than faith, and had hardly any tattoos. no wonder they didn't talk to him, she thought. "here, jimmy, you can go now. it's my shift." she laughed as he practically scrambled out of behind the bar and ran out of the drinking establishment. he really needed to toughen up, she thought to herself whilst shaking her head. she stepped behind the bar and took jimmy's seat, knowing that today was going to be a slow, slow day. the regulars were in during the day, and sure, that was great, but extremely boring. faith wanted something to happen; something to spice up her shift, and something to take her mind off her cigarette addiction and her muscle pain. as if.
THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )[/center]
W O R D S • one five eight zero (:
T A G G E D • it’s nice and open.
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • hey (:
