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SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
Gwin pulled her focus back to the music and the coffee, breath whizzing out her nose as she gulped another mouthful of burning liquid. There was a pounding headache behind her red veined eyes, and a dryness to her mouth that no amounth of drink would fix.
Sleep deprivation seemed to make the visions worse. She was waiting for one to happen. So far it hadnt, and Gwin felt she was tip toeing on eggshells.
She sighed as she rubbed her temples, before reaching into her nag and extracting a cigarette and lighter. Quietly she sucked in the smoke, eyes closed against the grey sky and other cafe goers
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
If it hadnt been for the shadow cast across her table, it was likely Gwin wouldnt even have known that Emmett was there. The woman slowly looked up and pulled of her headphones.
She felt that pang of annoyance when the stranger asked if she could sit with her. If there had been more seats around, Gwin would have refused, but the seat across from her was a lone one, and Gwin didnt have the engery to fight. "Sure." She mumbled, going to pull up her headphones again.
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
Gwin was tired. A long night of horrific sweats and bloody noses, not to mention the nightmareish visions taht seems to stretch out every hour. She couldnt remeber half of them; or maybe she just didnt want to remeber them.
Dark rings hung around her eyes, her hair hung in limp, around her shoulder, the only attention is recieved that morning was a brief brush through with a comb. Her red checkered shirt wasnt buttoned correctly, and her jacket hung off her shoulders.
She slumped down on a metal chair outside the quiet coffee shop, a steamy cup of coffee laid out before her. Hopefully the dark liquid will get her through the day. If not, she did have an energy drink stashed within her bag. But coffee tasted better.
She pulled her headphones over her ears, and jacke dup the volume on her phone. 'Land Of Confusion' by Genesis began to play, vibrating her ear drums and echoing out into the air around her.
Gwin scooped up her cup and took a deep swig of it, wincing slightly as the hot liquid burned her mouth.
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
I AM ALL FOR THE PLOTS PLOTS PLOTS. I love having a sense of control over my characters (its a coping mechanism) and I love to plot with an end goal in mind. That said, I also love spontanous plots the just appear and bloom themselves!
ACTIVITY
â–º How often can you reply to a thread?
Honestly this is a muse thing. I do try and post as often as possibe, usually within a few days. But if i dont reply in a week, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE nag me and tag me until I reply.
â–º How long are you willing to wait for a reply to a thread?
Usually Ill wait until I loose interest. I know thats vauge, but if its just a meet and greet, and not an important thread, then my attention on it will poof away.
â–º What about volleying?
YES YES YES I love volleying! Its my fave thing, as im hella impatient and love to see where threads go as soon as possible. If Im up for it, and youre up for it, lets do it!
â–º Tagging
Please tag me whenever you reply to my threads! It makes me feel included haha and its easier for me to know and where I need to focus my attention
â–º Contacting you?
Discord is best for plots and questions! Ink1Green#0640
â–º Anything else?
Im a chill dude
LIMITS
â–º Godmodding
Mild Godmodding is ok! You want your character to take my characters hand in theirs? Thats fine. You want you character to knock my character to the floor, lets discuss it. I prefer anything that isnt tiny to be discussed before hand. Usually Ill say yes.
â–º Romance
Im all for planned and naturally blooming relationships. All for them cuddles and stuff. Im fine with gay relationships, older relationships, any relationship! I love exploring this type of thing.
â–º Violence
Inky loves violence and how different people write it! So blood, guts, gore, grossness etc (all within the PG-13 relms obvs) Abuse is cool by me to, just let me know when its gonna happen so I can do research and shit
â–º Sex
Totally cool with whatever you guys are cool with! I am fine with fades on the board, but Im also down to a more detailed roleplay of the naughty act elsewhere in private
MADE BY ★MEULK
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
Gwin wasnt really one for motivational speeches. They were cliche now a days, and almost boring. But she listened; not intently, or with interest, but she still listened. Salty water beads rolled along her cheek as she exhaled another cloud of smoke into the air.
She knew he was right, but it was easier to be bitter; fester on her situation, blame some evil force for her situation. She didnt want to be a mutant, she didnt have any intention of being a mutant, so surpressing the powers was a good route. Thank god for drugs, right?
"You're sweet, but Im not a village, and this power isnt a natural disaster. Its more like a fucking virus that is slowly killing me." Fuck Gwin whe did you get so dark?
Moonie said kind words, and Gwin shuddered a little; maybe from the cold, but maybe from a fear of getting close to anyone. It wasnt ok to not be ok. It was weak, at least in Gwin's eyes - a rather horrid view instilled on her from her mother.
She reached out and took the card, turning it in her fingers, reading the words. She was touched by his words; not many had offered her solidarity and comfort so readily in her life. The sensation was odd, and Gwin wasnt sure if she liked it. Standing, she let his jacket slide of her arms, and she wanders to her crumpled clothes. The card went in a pocket, and she slowly pulled on her jeans and shirt over her salt slicked skin.
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Blood was dripping into her mouth everything she parted her lips to release smoke into the air. The taste of blood didn't bother her, and the blood itself wasn't really a problem. The first port of call was the headache and trying to stop any other visions from happening again today.
The girls disdain was clear in the girls voice, not that Gwin really cared. "I'm smoking..." She said lowly, leaning back and surpressing a wave of nausea
Gwin forced back the nausea that threatened to creep its way up her throat. She wanted the other girl to just go away, so she could be alone, just like she wanted to be. Its easier to deal with pain and self loathing alone.
The girl spoke again, and Gwin pulled the tissue from her face, leaving behind a smear of vermillion around her mouth. There was an icy silence around her before she took a deep breath and let out a bitter awnser. "Im fucking fine." Came her growl
"Dont get the nurse. Im fine." Nurses ment fussing and Gwin didnt like fussing. She went rumaging around in her bag and pulled out a joint, lit up the end and placed the smoking rod to her lips. The drugs washed through her system, hopefully this time it would hold back the visions.
Gwin really didn't want anyone around, least of all right after a vision. And the sudden appearance, dissappearance, then reappearance of the woman didn't help with the fog within her head. There was a confusion pushing into the world before her; what just happened, where was she, why was her nose was bleeding.
Gwin looked at at the girl with red eyes, frowning just a little as she reached out to take the tissue. Oh right. The vision.
Gwin ran over the vision in her head. Yep. Bright colours... Snow...
Wait. Bright colours. Gwin looked up again at the girl. Of fucking course. It was easy enough for Gwin to realise that the bright ball within the vision represented the girl before her. Ok so what did the snow mean? Oh what ever it didn't matter to Gwin.
Gwin had felt the vision slowly bubble up through her spine, boiling in her neck, coming to a stop at the base of her skull. The headache made her feel sick, but she forced herself to rush from her class to the silence of the auditorium.
At least there she could suffer alone. Usually weed stopped the visions, but today it didnt seem to be doing anything.
She slumped down onto a chair, feeling her breath become almost stuck within her lungs. Her sight went out of focus, and the auditorium became nothing then a blurr of red and black.
The headache became a burn behind her eyes, and she found herself groaning in pain. Fire and ice were combining within her head to freeze and burn her skull. Gwin tilted her head back, gripping the arms of the chair with all her might.
The vision came rushing towards her like a train in a tunnel, a buzz screeching within her ears before she was thrown into some abstract hint of the future.
A bright, pulsating ball of glowing colour that was almost difficult to look at visible within an icy storm, snow swirling around like a hurricane. The balls colour slowly fades as ice began to creep over it.
And then like that Gwin could see again. the room slowly came back into focus. The world was a a see-saw, rocking back and forth. Gwin slid onto the floor, struggling to suck in enough air to fill her lungs. Her hands shook.
There was a taste of blood within her mouth; great. A nose bleed. She pushed her hand against the streaming flow, trying to at least stem the blood that was dripping down her pale face.
"Hello? You doing alright there?"
Slowly Gwin turned her head, the woman who spoke a confusing blur of colour. "What?" She slurred her words, blood still dripping between her fingers onto her jeans.
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
Gwin sympathised with his story greatly. When he had finished his little speech, Gwin took a deep, heavy breath, tracing shallow lines in the grainy sand. There was something a little sad in her eyes as she sucked in a lungful of smoke. There was a silence that hang around her like a veil as she lowered herself into the rough embrace of the sand.
She was about to do something she hadnt done since she had manifested; confess her true feelings about being a mutant. Sure it was no secret that she hated it. But there was more to it then that. Much, much more.
Maybe it was the weed, or the cold air, or how frozen she was... but she wanted to confess. Let out her feelings.
She took a mouthful of cool air, before beginning to mumure quietly.
"Ive only been a mutant for a few months... I wasnt supposed to be one. They told me that the gene I had was dormant. It was a drunk driver hitting me that turned me into a mutant."
She took another puff.
"I dont remember much... Just a lot of fucked up dreams. I woke up in hospital. There were recruiters there. Then my life ended." She sucked in a sharp breath. "They hurt... The visions..." Gwin turned to look at him. "I can see the future... But the visions make me fit and make me pass out. And sometimes I dont know what the date is, or whats going on." She looked back up to the sky.
"Ive lost most of my friends. My family doesnt speak to me. I cant afford my own place so I stuck in a shit school. They want me to be 'happy with who I am.'? How the fuck can I be happy when Ive lost everything for some shit powers I never asked for."
A pale, shaking hand went to brush a salty tear form her cheek
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin scoffed a little when he told her he was beautiful. It was her job to question it though, wasn't it! And his little speech, was compelling, but definitely not enough to make her embrace her mutant genes.
"I'm a fucking mutant to.." She said, maybe with a little bit of shame within her tone.
She took the offer up of taking the hit readily, taking his but from his hand and replacing it with he down. She leaned back, sucking in the smoke. A moment passed before she releases the smoke into the air, moaning a little. "Its good shit..." She couldn't afford nice weed like this. All she could afford was back alley weed from gross dealers that was cheap and honestly not that nice.
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
The green eyes framed by dark lashes watched him as he placed the joint between his lips and began to tug off his jacket. There was a shocked glint within her optics when he offered the article to her, but after a moment she moved to slide her arms in and pull it onto her shoulders. She didn't try to hide the bareness of her skin, or the black bra, or the thong. What ever right? They were both high. It didn't matter.
"Thank..." Came her voice, a little confused, but also a little thankful.
The sing on her phone changed, and the rough vocals of Stevie Nicks with 'The edge of seventeen' began to fill the air. Gwin moved to turn up the volume, fingers drumming the grainy sand to the beat.
The stranger started to waffle about what she could only guess was weed lingo. Gwin got hers illegally, it wasn't fancy, or expensive. Cheap, simple stuff that was all she could afford, but it did its job.
Her irises disappeared behind lids fir just a second as she took a deep drag, and when she opened then, the boy next to her had his fucking arms stretched out way longer then they should have been. Either this batch of cannabis was spiked, or this dude was a... Mutant.
Fuck sake.
And things were going so well.
"Of course youre a fucking mutant..." She muttered lowly, raking her fingers through her damp, salt roughened hair.
"Gwin" Was all the answer he was going to get as she took several long inhales
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
Did she have a beacon light or something glowing out of her head? Or did people just naturally drift towards her. Naturally (more through instinct that embarrasment) she tugged the thread bare towl a little tighter around her, hand lowering to try and hide the joint. Who knows maybe this guy was a kiss ass of the law.
"Im fine..." She said slowly, trying to control the exit of slate smoke from her lips. "Cold." She had been shivering for a while now, but it was so quiet and solitary out here.
The stranger sat n the corse sand a small distance from her, and Gwin subdued a groan. "I s'pose the Clash are ok..." She mumbled, clearly feeling just a little awkward.
That was until he pulled out his own joint. PHEW! Gwin let out a sigh of relief, and brought her own to her pale lips. The smoke she exhaled jolted in the air with the shiver of her lips. Her muscles dropped their guard, and she leaned back a little, releasing her tight grip on the towel.
"Whatever, I dont care much." If he wanst annoying, she would deal with his presence. And despite how adamant she was on the matter, Gwin did actually enjoy the company of others.
