can you keep a secret -- [LEELY]

[LUCAS DEAN HENDRICKSEN]

[style=width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 18px; line-height:40px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 339933; border-bottom: 1px dotted #339999;]why does it feel so good but hurts so bad

my mind keeps saying run as fast as you can.

[/style]
[style=width:415px; border-right: 4px solid #339933;]
[style=width: 395px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]Lucas breathed in deeply through his nose, actually enjoying the fact that he could appreciate being able to breathe through it, having had it broken a short while back. Not a pleasant feeling in the least. The kids were sent to school already, and his shift at the museum didn't start until it got dark, so he was laying in bed. Lucas was good at sleeping in the day, actually, he was good at sleeping at any time he could because there was no way to sleep while on the job. However, today he felt weird. He could not sleep in the least, and he hated the fact because he knew that he'd be exhausted later.

With a small huff, he picked himself off the bed in his room, his limbs stiff and his eyes a little itchy. However, his bones were aching, his finger tips tingled and he knew what this mean. Whenever the urge came on, Lucas tried to ignore it. Nothing really bad had happened to him. The nose break was a few weeks ago, and he was okay now, the kids were out of trouble as was his dad, so there really was noting to get the urge over. However, he could sense that he couldn't control it. His body needs the release. Maybe it's a lack of sleep, or stress, or sheer exhaustion. He walked into the bathroom, turning the faucet for the cold water, and washed his face with it. That made him feel only a little better.

Running a hand through his thick hair, Lucas made to make himself a cup of coffee, but his body was too buzzed, like he didn't know what to do with it and it annoyed him to no end. His dark green gaze darkened even further, and with a quiet growl he put his empty cup back in the cupboard, before moving to put on his jacket. He needed to breathe, he needed fresh air, he needed to not be Lucas right now, but be someone anonymous. There were only so many ways to do that. And Lucas knew what his favourite was, by far or course. Ge took his keys and his phone, hoping it wouldn't ring saying that one of the kids got into trouble. That was the call he wanted to never get, but sometimes it was easier said than done.

Nevertheless, he made his way outside. Usually, he preferred to have the protection of darkness, but when the urge hit he felt like his father, who just could not say to alcohol. Lucas, of course, hated this metaphor, hated being compared to him, but at least he could still function. He could still look after the kids and make sure everything went smoothly. His actions just made structures fall down, which they would all do eventually, he was just quickening up the process. By now, Lucas has learned to block out bad things from is mind, and so the time before the last was something he didn't think about. The kid who was in one of his fires. He didn't have nightmares about it, he learned how to be numb about it, which was why it was so easy to go to his own little world. There was no way he could give it up, not now.

He walked for a good half hour, his pace quick, causing him to be just the tiniest bit short of breath, and warm underneath his thick jacket. Lucas moved to unzip it, letting the cool air to fill up the space under the material, but the mix of warm and cold was something that made him shiver, yet he still felt hot. Never mind, the fire would make him feel even hotter. This was a place where he hadn't been to yet, but he'd been told that no one went there. It was deserted, and that is what he needed. And by sight, he could tell this was true. His eyes looked around the train graveyard it seemed. Apparently there was some kind of tragedy there, many dead, but he supposed that getting rid of something like a train which was already never used wouldn't be a loss. Maybe it would even be a favour, but then, Lucas guessed that that was just him trying to justify his addiction and actions.

Walking into the middle of the field, Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, skin tingling, as well as his finger tips. He moved his fingers gently as they twitched, but he took his time, taking in the damp smell of the leaves, the tang of the rust of the trains. It didn't matter that it had been raining and wet, he could set water on fire. He had truly mastered firetaming well. He would sometimes sit in one of the buildings, trying to make things happen, such as move the fire away from himself, even make obscure shapes. He was getting good too. Having this kind of power calmed him, and suddenly, his whole face darkened, and he walked over to one of the carriages. Inside he could see some worn chairs, and resting his hand on the outside of the carriage he concentrated. He had never done that before, made a fire from the outside of the thing he was going to burn.

His eyes were wide open, breath a little faster as he channelled his energy, focusing on the centre of the carriage, before taking a step back, watching as the flames rose from the middle, licking at the walls of the train, he looked around to make sure there was no one there, but he was so far out from civilisation, there was little chance that there would be. Because Lucas liked to enjoy his firetaming, so he made the burning slow, turning on his feet, he motioned his arms, his face scrunched up in concentration as he almost 'threw' some of the fire to the next carriage, so that now two were burning. A shiver ran down his back as he watched, wetting his lips with his tongue he was starting to feel better. He was starting to feel a numbness in his bones and he welcomed it. His arms were extended as he breathed in the smoke. He knew he had a while before anyone noticed the smoke, as he was pretty good at controlling the fire.

TAGS: NEELY/CUPPY || NOTES: EXCITED! || WORDS: 1068

♥thanks

[/div][/style][/center]

[NEELY CHASTITY ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? [/style][style=background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #0e0e0e; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial] neely's entire family always thought she was the lazy one. ever since she had come back from that stupid psych ward, they'd thought all she did was lay around and do nothing. that wasn't even close to true, though. the girl was always active, she just never left her room to great her family like the rest of them. she didn't feel the need to rise from bed and go to say hi to the family. what was the point? she wasn't really close to any of them, and it would just make the rest of them feel awkward if she were with them. plus, she didn't want to ruin her mother's precious image of jayne by irritating him in her presence. that was probably why they all thought she woke up at noon or later. in her entire life, neely had only ever woken up past noon when she was in the hospital. back then, there was nothing else to do. all she could do was eat, sleep, and take her medicine. they hadn't been very good at providing entertainment for her; the only thing she could do for fun was talk to the other people, which she refused to do. she had been in for anorexia - look how well that worked, she still was anorexic, though it isn't as bad as it was - so why should she waste her time talking to people in there for real mental health issues? she had refused to talk to the schizos and whatnot; they were too like that sister. she had gotten up at four in the morning, when everyone else in the house was still asleep. neely liked how quiet the house was now; except for the occasional sob from her mother, there weren't many noises that could be heard from her room. of course, she'd chosen the room farthest from the rest of the members of her house, but the shouting from her parents could always be heard from her room. now that her father was dead, it was much quieter. nicer. well, now that the police were done invading their house. that hadn't been very quiet; even in the early morning, the police could be heard talking about all the evidence and whatnot. it got really annoying really quickly. it took her all of an hour to get ready to head out; as she put her shoes on, ready to go, she heard a door shut nearby. well, not nearby, but close enough to where she knew who it was. the faerie froze as the footsteps neared her room. neely took a deep breath, clearing her emotions so that jayne wouldn't have anything to read when he stood outside her door. after a few moments, the footsteps started walking away, fading into nothing. she finished dressing, opened her window, and started climbing the tree down to the ground. even though she was in heels, she had climbed the tree enough so that it was the easiest thing in the word to do. she had no aim as to where she was going, she just knew that she wanted to get away from the house, at least for the moment. for a few hours, all neely did was roam around. a few guys had tried to get her attention; she ignored them, knowing their intentions. the faerie knew some of them, which was part of why she ignored them. they were disgusting. sleezy, gross, and she wasn't in the mood for that right now. plus, it was six in the fucking morning. she wasn't about to do anything like that. no, it was way too early for that. she decided to just go to a cafe, get something to drink, and relax. neely learned she could only do that for so long. after dinking around on her phone, reading as many magazines as she could, and making fun of people in her head, she had gotten too restless. the girl, figuring it was late enough to return home, did so. climbing back up the tree, she sneaked into her room, heading out of her door to 'great' her family. all it really was was a wave as she grabbed something to eat. she only stayed for about half an hour before leaving again, betting that they figured she just woke up. sighing, neely thought of where she could go now. she figured she'd go somewhere that was bound to have relatively few people - the train yard. sure, it was far away, and her feet were already a little sore from walking, but she could deal with more. having an actual destination ahead of her, neely walked with purpose, ignoring the slight pain in her feet. the faerie reached the train yard in less time than she thought it would have taken. looking around, she smiled; no one else was there. it was just her and the abandoned - and some not so abandoned - carriages. neely climbed on top of one of the carriages, clearing some of the rain droplets with a blanket left by some homeless man, laying on the top of it. stomach flat on the carriage, she crossed her arms and used them as a pillow. a small smile made its way to her lips as she closed her eyes, relaxing. it was so calm and relaxing here . . . no siblings, no mother . . . just the cool hair and her. i should come here more often . . . especially when it starts getting warmer. she could always use a nice, calm place, especially when it was actually spring . . . it would feel nice to lay like this in some real sunlight. neely had no idea how long she had been laying there when she started feeling much, much warmer. she blinked a few times, lifting her head up slightly to get a view of what was going on in the yard below her. the warmth was coming from in front of her . . . she raised herself up onto her elbows, searching for where the warmth was coming from. it had to be something big, so how was she missing it? she'd only felt this kind of warmth from . . . pyrotechnics. even those little fires for two seconds in band performances heat up most of the club. it was then that she saw a person, standing outside a . . . burning carriage. the faerie's eyes widened slightly, watching as he threw fire into a few more carriages. when two more were lit up, neely realized just how close she actually was to this. sure, she was still a ways away - and technically not even on the same train - but if he kept up this pace, the fire would spread to where she was. not having a death wish, neely smoothly slid from the carriage, landing lightly on the ground. she watched the male handle the fire, impressed. he obviously knew what he was doing, which made it all the more impressive when she realized that he looked pretty dang young. though his arms were still covered with his jacket, neely guessed that there were some pretty nice muscles underneath the clothing. she cleared her throat, hoping to catch his attention if he hadn't noticed her getting down from where she had been. " that's some pretty fine firebending. and it's really pretty, though a bit of a shame that they're being burnt. some of the things in there are comfy for a quiet nap, " she said, cocking her head to the side a bit to admire the flames more. they were growing, and as she stepped closer, warmed her up. [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] 1285 | THE QUEEN | OUTFIT let's get this sexyfest started! >D also i think this is my longest post in nightmare history [/style]

table made by MADAME MARIANNA of CAUTION 2.0

[LUCAS DEAN HENDRICKSEN]

[style=width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 18px; line-height:40px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 339933; border-bottom: 1px dotted #339999;]why does it feel so good but hurts so bad

my mind keeps saying run as fast as you can.

[/style]
[style=width:415px; border-right: 4px solid #339933;]
[style=width: 395px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]When Lucas got into something, he would be pretty deep in his element, that the surroundings just seemed to melt away. He liked that, that was his favourite part, because all that was left was his fire and himself. The perfect, deadly combination would be fire and passion, and Lucas had both. His affinity with fire was something he truly treasured, more than anyone knows, just because it was a way to get away. He wondered whether his siblings felt the same way. God, he hoped not. They still had hope. However, it seemed that some of them were just bent on becoming criminals, and the ones that weren't were too young to make decisions. Lucas's chest tightened a little at the thought, simply because all of the kids seemed so independent, and there was so little he himself could do to look after them right. Hell, he was only twenty-three, most people his age didn't even look after anyone but themselves. Which was why this time was important to Lucas. He was tired, tired of having to be responsible, he wanted to be the one to to care about bills, or groceries. Call it whining, the man had the right to. And all this anger got expressed through the fire in his veins. The perfect crunch of burning wood or brick. It made him somewhat calmer.

Taking in a few deep breaths, his eyes focused on the fire in front of him, the two carriages now completely sheathed in the flames, but he didn't expand the flames any more. As much as it felt good, it was a lonely life. Okay, so he had friends, a lot of them, but it didn't seem to matter because he still felt alone. A frown settled on his features, his green eyes flashing almost in anger, or despair at himself. He was about to throw more flames into the third carriage, but there was a voice. A voice ... what!? No one was supposed to be here! Startled, Lucas whipped around, his hands carelessly making the fire from the second carriage be thrown over to the third, and nearly onto the girl before he made the fire go down with his hands. His expression would have been priceless, because it was half shocked half pissed off that she almost made him burn her. A bit more, and the carriage would have exploded. Actually, a bit more wasn't even necessary, as it seemed that carriage three had some kind of fire enhancer, because the next thing he knew, there was a crash, and a heavy amount of fire spilled out of the roof, the metal breaking.

In a panic, he grabbed the girls wrist and pulled her further up the path, cursing the fact that the thing was exploding. His storm filled green eyes faced the girl once they were safely far away. "Jesus woman, do you have a deathwish?" He scolded, feeling the warmth of the fire even this far away. He let go of the girls wrist, and this is the first time he could actually get a good look at her. She had red hair, and she was attractive. Really attractive. Her dress seemed a little fancy for the train yard, and he narrowed his eyes a little in wonder as to what the hell she was doing there. With a long sigh, Lucas raised his hand to run it through the thick locks on the top of his head, his whole body stiff, because fucking hell she saw all that. Clearing his throat, he moved closer to the flames, willing them to go back into the carriage slowly. It would seem like he was walking into them, but his clothes weren't fireproof, so he didn't want to risk burning those as he made the fire small flames within the carriages. God, that was exhausting. He usually didn't use this kind of control, so his body ached now. But strangely felt sated too. The sound of the explosion made his body tingle.

A moment later, he was back in front of the girl, and he eyed her very cautiously. "Where did you come from? I didn't ... uh ... see you ..." It was his way of asking, why she was there when no one was supposed to. But then again, if he was here, why not someone else? He moved to face the carriages, not looking at the girl as he put his hands in his pockets, shifting on his feet momentarily. "You won't call the police right?" Lucas wasn't in the mood for bullshit, and he had to make sure, which was why he asked at all. He thought about what it would mean going to jail. Having been doing this for so long, Lucas really was used to no one finding him, because there was never any evidence. But if this girl called the police, there was a chance that she'd point him out, and he really couldn't deal with that. Leaving the kids with his sorry excuse of a father? No thank you. He'd just have to see what the redhead said, and then he could relax. However, an unamused smile played around his lips. "Are you okay? Didn't get hit by the flames or anything?" He had to make sure, as his vision flashed with the kid a few months back, he needed her to be fully okay, or else he'd feel even more guilt over something that made him happy. Or well, as happy as Lucas ever was.

TAGS: NEELY/CUPPY || NOTES: <33333 || WORDS: 923

♥thanks

[/div][/style][/center]

[NEELY CHASTITY ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? [/style][style=background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #0e0e0e; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial] neely never really had a care for dangerous situations. if there was a way for her to get hurt, it actually made the situation more appealing to her. when things were too fru - fru, fluffy, and calm, neely got restless. she needed action, a challenge - something! seeing the firetamer had been the closest thing to danger that she had seen in a while. watching the way the male moved - the way he controlled the fire - neely couldn't have been more hypnotized. she chewed on the inside of her lip for a few moments as she admired his body movements. the funny thing was, admiring the way someone moved wasn't too sexual for neely; being a dancer, she focused on movement, and this man definitely had beautiful movements. after she spoke, it seemed like the world was in slow motion. his body fluidly turned, the fire he held in his hand leaving its master and heading towards the faerie. ha, the fire is leaving the firetamer and headed towards the girl kissed by fire. she mused, not really realizing that the fire was headed straight towards her. neely seemed to realize this fact at the last moment, cleanly stepping to the side as the male forced the fire to crash into the ground. see? never in any real danger. it was as if her parents' fake over - protection was following her everywhere, making even these dangerous situations become harmless. where was the fun in life when you never seemed to fail, to get hurt, to actually live life? sometimes, neely was sure that her parents got a witch or warlock or something to make it so she never got what she really wanted. the faerie turned to face the carriage after she heard the crash, seeing the fire licking at the outside world like it was hungry for more. neely probably would have walked closer to the carriage - it was so bright and warm, beautiful, enticing - when the male grabbed her wrist. she made a sound very similar to a squeak as he pulled her away from the explosion, a small pout on her lips. she had wanted to watch the thing explode - probably from too close of a distance - but now they were too far away for it to really be the right amount of danger to grab the girl's attention. at the words, neely rolled her eyes, rubbing her wrist slightly when she got it back. " a death wish? i wasn't ever really in any danger. besides, you can't admit that wasn't a little fun, " she replied, a very slight smile playing at her lips as she looked dead into his eyes. he was, to say the least, gorgeous. she would even say sexy if she wasn't trying to follow kat's advice about not sleeping with everyone she met that didn't repulse her. so far, neely was still struggling with it; however, since she hadn't already tried seducing this man, it was obvious she was making an effort. well, okay, she was never that bad with her promiscuous activities, but she was still doing better than she usually was, especially because of his looks . . . geez, those eyes. she flashed back to remember her and kat's conversation about babies and heterochromia, about how one green - and one blue - eyed parent have a child, their child has a better chance of the unique trait. she shook her head after the male turned from her, a little embarrassed that she had been looking into his eyes that much. oops. she pouted a little bit as the flames started to die down; she had been enjoying the warmth of them. neely didn't comment on this, though, and just waited for the other to rejoin her. " where i came from? well, there's this place between my mom's legs . . . but, really, i was sleeping on top of one of the cars. er, trying to, at least, " she answered, giving her typical sarcastic remark before answering him seriously. neely just couldn't help it; when people asked her questions like that on a first meeting, it was just too tempting. she raised an eyebrow as he put his hands in his pockets, shifting in a nervous way. oh, god, that was just probably one of the worst things he could do when she was trying out kat's advice. just calm your damn tits and stop thinking that way all. the. time. she hissed at herself in thought. neely shrugged, crossing her arms in a more " i'm cold " than " i'm angry " way; though she wasn't actually cold, it was just more comfortable than having her hands lay at her sides. " why would i call the cops? they should be out catching rapists and murderers, not . . . well, not anyone like you, " she said, saying the closest thing to a compliment that she could without actually complimenting him. " are you okay? " neely always said one thing to this: yes. the answer was always the opposite, but in this case . . . it was actually yes. she hesitated when she answered, a little lost in thought, trying to figure out when was the last time someone had asked if she was okay and actually wanted her real answer. she couldn't think of a time in her recent past. " 'm . . . okay, really. just make sure my hair isn't on fire, " she gave an airy laugh and ran a hand through her wavy hair, looking down at her feet after. she noticed that there was a small trail of blood trickling down the back of her right leg, but she ignored it. " so, what were you doing out here, burning everything you could? just practicing, or venting? " [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] 979 | THE QUEEN | OUTFIT i'm sososo sorry if this is bad i'm so tired now just jtroqw @.@ [/style]

table made by MADAME MARIANNA of CAUTION 2.0

[LUCAS DEAN HENDRICKSEN]

[style=width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 18px; line-height:40px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 339933; border-bottom: 1px dotted #339999;]why does it feel so good but hurts so bad

my mind keeps saying run as fast as you can.

[/style]
[style=width:415px; border-right: 4px solid #339933;]
[style=width: 395px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]It seemed almost ridiculous to Lucas that this girl wasn't screaming her head off. It was as if she enjoyed this sense of danger, that she might hurt at any moment, and it startled the firetamer a little bit. Even though the firetaming wasn't dangerous to himself, well unless he burned down a building and it fell on him, he could see where she was coming from. He could see her rubbing the wrist that he had grabbed, thinking that he probably pulled too harshly, but he refused to be responsible for someone else getting hurt because of something like this, as the guilt was already eating away inside him. He cocked his head to the side, stray strands his his hair falling over his forehead and he regarded her. Her face he scrutinised, and he didn't care if she git freaked out because ... she just called this fun. He wasn't sure whether to laugh, or let his paternal instincts kick in and be angry. Not that he was a father, and well, he wouldn't wanna be her dad, but this sense of protection seemed natural to him, especially to people who don't deserve hit. He let out a little amused snort, his green eyes holding a little bit of a spark as the corners of his lips quirked up. "Well, you'd be the first person to say that getting nearly set on fire is fun, but I'll roll with it." He flashed a toothy smile and offered a nonchalant shrug, feeling like he could breathe more easily now.

It kind of threw him off, that she was looking at him so long and hard, and he had to admit that she was a beautifully striking woman. The kind of woman who could get any man she wanted, it was as if it was written all over her face. Her next words, however, made him laugh out loud. A laugh that was loud and booming and hearty, just because the phrase she said with such easiness 'place between my mum's leg's'. Lucas hadn't been expecting that, and he liked that she surprised him, he liked surprises like this, the easy way that she spoke sarcastically before she spoke seriously. Not many people could pull the sass thing off. But then she admitted to sleeping on top of one of the carriages, and he gave her a cock-eyed look, as if to say 'are you serious?'. "Can I ask why you thought it was a good idea to try sleeping on one of the carriages ...? Cause judging by your clothes, you don't look homeless to me." Of course, Lucas didn't know that. She could be homeless for all he knew, but really, the make-up on her face looked fresh and not smudged, her clothes were clean and new looking, and even Lucas felt shabby next to her. That never really bothered him though, because he knew that he couldn't afford newer, less worn clothes, and he didn't see any point in getting his panties in a twist about it.

Lucas chuckled lowly when she asked why would the police be catching someone like him. Moving back a little to sit on something metal that was rising from the ground, the firetamer ran a hand through his hair with a small shrug. "Well, I suppose they're kind of after the person who keeps setting seemingly abandoned buildings on fire ..." He started, a smirk quirking up at his lips, and somehow he didn't feel like he needed to hide what he was going to say next. This stranger didn't know him, and if he needed to run, he could run. "And that person may be me. For over ... forty instances now I think?" He shrugged, like it was no big deal. "I don't think people got hurt." He lied, his mind back on the incident when she set his thirty-second fire, and the two kids that had been messing about inside. One of them had died, and still Lucas felt a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach and thoughts ran through his mind; what if it was your kids. His brothers and sisters who he was like a father figure to, he didn't know what he'd do if something like that happened to one of them. Probably go after the guy who'd done it, and that just made him feel worse, and the worst thing was that he could not stop. Couldn't satisfy the need for the fire in his veins to be let out on solid things that people would notice, because it was his own little world. A world that this girl had barged in on, and he didn't even know her name yet.

He was glad when she said she was okay, and laughed when she mentioned her hair being on fire. Biting his bottom lip, he was back up on his feet again, his fingers bravely moving to the girls hair, picking up the strands to check the ends and he flashed her a grin. "Nope, you're all good ... though I can definitely see why you wouldn't want to damage your hair." He said, giving her a compliment, because this girl had the best hair he'd ever seen. Red and thick, and framed her features nicely. He could see the make up, and Lucas realised that there were probably freckles under it. Huh. He chose not to say anything about that. He moved to sit back down on the metal seat he'd claimed, and scooted over a little, patting it for her sit down as well. Might as well, it would seem like a pity to leave this little meeting. But before she could move to sit next to him, he spied the blood. "Oh shit, I thought you said you were fine ... you're bleeding." He pointed out, moving to crouch before her and inspect her leg, gently touching it with his fingers and frowned. "I haven't got anything to cover that with ..." He told her apologetically, before patting his own pockets, remembering the scarf that he sometimes carried with him. With a beaming grin he pulled it out. "Okay, that was a lie ... Lemme just tie this up, there's not much blood, but I'll feel better." He winked and looked at her leg again, and then she was asking her question and Lucas shrugged. "A bit of both, I guess ... it's a personal thing ... you're kind of the only person who knows about it, and I don't even know your name." He snorted, he could still sense the flamed behind them, literally no danger to them any more.

TAGS: NEELY/CUPPY || NOTES: the word count amused me || WORDS: 1111

♥thanks

[/div][/style][/center]

[NEELY CHASTITY ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? [/style][style=background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #0e0e0e; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial] truth be told, neely knew there was something off about her and the way she thought. she knew she found excitement and pleasure when she shouldn't; however, she couldn't help but find certain things fun . . . especially in this situation. there was a hot guy with her and there was danger. what could be more fun!? sure, she was a little weird for finding it fun, but she couldn't help it. the way she was raised, she learned to appreciate a little - or a lot - of danger. it was exciting, fulfilling . . . it wasn't like that boring crap her father had made her do when she was little. no more ballet lessons. no more etiquette classes. no more of any of that from daddy dearest. a small smile played at her lips as she thought of what became of her father. as a corpse, he would have no say over what she did anymore. " well, to be fair, i'm always on fire. haven't you seen my hair? " she quipped. the faerie couldn't help but smile more when she heard lucas's laugh. it was just so . . . so genuine. it'd been so long since she heard someone laugh like that; it was refreshing. neely thought it was kind of adorable how he laughed, going all - out and not caring about it. neely laughed along with him a little, though it wasn't the deep, natural laugh that his was. hers was more refined, obviously showing she was holding back. she really didn't know how to laugh like he did, though; she wasn't raised in a strikingly happy family. everyone was always so serious, especially about little baby neely, the youngest of the family. well, until they stopped caring about little baby neely, the one sent to the hospital and just wanted to have someone to play with. after that, she became the serious one. never smiling around her family, never letting them in. it wasn't like they ever wanted in, behind her little wall - so why let them? but then he gave her a bit of a look and neely's face hardened slightly. that was a compliment on her clothes, right? not looking homeless? or was it one of those really weird insults? she didn't really care at the moment, to be honest. neely shrugged. " wanted away from the family. got out before they woke up. they think i'm asleep, too, which is the best part. lazy me, sleeping in, when i get up before the rest of them. it's a little ironic, actually, " she said, trailing off in her own thoughts for a few moments. there was a very strong hatred for her immediate family in her heart, one that she didn't mind sharing with the world, and every time she thought of them, she thought of jayne. how perfect he was. how he was everyone's favorite. no one disliked him. oh, no, he was the perfect, ideal child, the one that everyone wanted to take over the family - while neely was the one everyone thought had killed their father. of course they would. she made no secret of her dislike of him, but that was a rant for another time. hearing what he said, neely bit her lip and smiled in a very flirtatious way. " you're that hotshot setting things on fire? well . . . why would i even think about letting them take someone like you away, hm? besides, then you'd have to explain how you started all those fires . . . might not be pretty. i wouldn't put anyone up to face hunters like that, " she said, ending with a sigh and a shrug. well, that hadn't quite come out as sexy as she wanted it to, but it was still true. she wasn't about to throw a sexy firetamer under the bus because of a silly little thing like a fire. neely heard the compliment and gave him a little wink. " thanks. m'hair's probably one of the things i like most about myself, " a bit of a stretch, but it worked. the only part of herself that neely liked was her hair; everything else she found faults in. even her freckles . . . she hated how many of them there were. she'd much rather just cover them up with foundation and leave it at that. when he noticed her leg, neely opened her mouth to protest, but he just . . . was so sweet about it. even though he hadn't had something at first, he made do and used his scarf. for a moment neely thought that he was up to something - he was working with hunters and trying to get her guard down, or he worked for jayne who was going to pop out at any moment - but he just seemed so . . . genuine. she couldn't help but be a little more relaxed around him, which scared her a little. she was never really relaxed around people, except for kat. after a while, she decided she liked this relaxed feeling. listening to what she said, neely thought for a moment. then she spoke. " the only person? really? i'd think you'd share this with some . . . girlfriend or something. it's pretty hot, what you do here. figuratively and literally. and . . . my name's neely. yours? " she questioned, looking down at him. after he was done helping her with her leg, neely gently laid down on the ground, legs outstretched in front of her, relaxing. " this really is beautiful, though. " [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] 944 | THE QUEEN | OUTFIT worked on this for an afternoon TAKE IT! [/style]

table made by MADAME MARIANNA of CAUTION 2.0

[LUCAS DEAN HENDRICKSEN]

[style=width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 18px; line-height:40px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 339933; border-bottom: 1px dotted #339999;]why does it feel so good but hurts so bad

my mind keeps saying run as fast as you can.

[/style]
[style=width:415px; border-right: 4px solid #339933;]
[style=width: 395px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]The girl was funny, and Lucas appreciated that, his own mouth slipping out a laugh at her words. He eyed her bright hair, and it definitely looked like it was on fire, and hell, even he could admit that would be stunning in certain situations, much like the fire in his veins was. Maybe that was why Lucas wasn't running, wasn't hiding from someone who witnessed what he had been doing because she seemed to relate. It calmed him, and it also excited him, because any time that Lucas thought someone would find out about this thing he liked to do to get away they'd call him a freak and run, but it seemed like that thought wasn't right. The smirk on his lips was amused and he licked his lips a little. "The girl on fire. Very dramatic title, though I must say, it does suit you." He grins, thinking about the how the title was just so fitting, though it applied to him too because he was literally on fire. But Lucas looked past that, in the habit of shoving down what he could in in return for normality and voiding judging looks. Though she hadn't so far, there was always a chance and Lucas couldn't risk it.

The words that came out of the redheads lips sounded familiar to him, the sensation of holding a resentment for her family. Clearly they didn't appreciate her, or so the way she expressed it, but he could relate. With his mother dead and his father a drunk, he was raising five kids all on his own and yet, whenever the anger came out from his father Lucas was the fuck up. Hell, the boy could have had a scholarship to any college he'd wanted, his IQ way above average, yet he was stuck here, never getting the opportunity and still berated for it. "Well, that's kind of why I'm here too." He informs her with a nod, hands in his pockets as he doesn't meet her eyes, not knowing why he was telling a complete stranger this, but it felt like he could, like she wouldn't really judge. "Family being dicks. The only time I feel happy is on my own." He turns to her with a smile, bitter but there was a truth in his eyes because he was treated like shit and who else to appreciate him, and make him forget other than himself and his fire? The flames dancing and licking at buildings were his source of escape and freedom, because no one could tell him how to do it.

Lucas listened to her words, and it only just hit him that some people may admire him. What he did, all the buildings were clearly the work of the same person, and rather than fear at the thought of the power he had, it was proof. Proof that he was doing something influential, and that actually, wow, it made him laugh. It was ridiculous, how much happiness and relief he felt at the words, green eyes on Neely now because she'd made his day. "I appreciate it. Though I'm not sure many people would agree. I mean, fire is a dangerous thing." He frowned then, memory of the bodies, the one that got away and the one he could not save. How bad of a person did it make him that he didn't stop, even after his fire took someone's life?He had thought he'd been in control, but clearly, anger had clouded judgement and then that had happened and Lucas hated himself for it for the longest time, and yet he still could not stop. Didn't want to stop because that was the only thing that kept him sane, or maybe he was already insane. He didn't know and he figured he didn't want to find out because he might not like the answers.

He eyed Neely, and he reasoned that a lot of things were attractive about her. He could see the make up though, and as pretty as it was, he realised that it hid some aspects that would be nice to the eye. "I do like the hair, but you ever think people may like better what's under the make up?" He asks, not thinking that he was being too blunt or anything, simply curious. If she couldn't see it, then people should show her. When he was tying up her leg, he had to laugh at her words, the sexy flirtatiousness that he instantly liked because well, he liked pretty women with a brain, and she seemed really interesting to him. "Mmmm, no, apparently I can't hold onto girlfriends. The moment they meet my family they flee." He smiles a little sadly. Hell, he's tried dating a few people but it was always the same. They couldn't handle the amount of time he had to spend on taking care of his family. "Besides, this is a thing for me to get away, you know? Most girlfriends don't appreciate their boyfriends being dangerous criminals." He chuckles as he finishes her leg and moves to sit on the ground, legs crossed.

When Neely said her name he smiled. "Fits you. It's unique, not one I've really heard." He and when she says what what he did is beautiful, well, he had to look away. His deep green coloured eyes looking to the burning trains, and he shook his head, because he had to agree. Fire, it was a beautiful thing. "Yeah ... my name is Lucas and I set beautiful fires. What a pick up line." He jokes lightly, leaning back on his hands to watch the flames flickering. He raises his hand, flicking his wrists to settle the fire to a low burning because he didn't want the police on his track. He could control the fire, he wanted to control it but he didn't want to get caught. "I think we should get out of here soon before the police come." He murmurs, distracted by his own work for a few long moments.

TAGS: NEELY/CUPPY || NOTES: nfdkjvnjfd leellyyyyyy || WORDS: 1009

♥thanks

[/div][/style][/center]

[NEELY CHASTITY ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? [/style][style=background-color: 1b1b1b; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #0e0e0e; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial] neely let out a small laugh when he called her the girl on fire. she wondered if he understood what that actually referenced to; she really hoped so. " the girl on fire? did i turn into katniss, now? " she teased lightly, smiling. to be honest, neely would love to be katniss if it wasn't for how screwed up in the head she became later in the series. of course, neely wasn't exactly right in the head, either; she despised her family more than anything, yet she still continued to live there. that was partially because of convenience, though, with transportation, as well as her mother practically begging her not to use her prostitution money to move out. at least she has everything for free and doesn't need to work! the faerie was a little taken aback when lucas said that he was here for a similar reason. it wasn't often that she met people that had either bad homes or just didn't enjoy their home. most of the time, neely was stuck conversing with people who tried to brag about how amazing their family was and how rich they were. of course, they usually knew nothing about how little neely cared for them or their family, so they would keep blabbering on. neely didn't really know why they did this, except it was probably because her parents - both, at the time - were trying to set her up. she wasn't the crazy one or the sickeningly sweet one, and she was gorgeous to boot . . . it made sense for her to think that her parents wanted her set up with some asshole snob. she noted how he looked away from her for a little while, wondering why it was he couldn't say that while looking at her. neely was curious as to what his home life has to be like for him to feel similar to how she felt. neely felt this way because she had been ignored, overshadowed - what must he have gone through? she wanted to ask but knew how rude that was. " i get that. somewhat. i'd much prefer having company that wasn't my family to being alone. " it had been a while since neely was so subtle; she really hoped she wasn't rusty. this was one of the first times she had been flirting without the intentions of just having a quick fuck in the corner before never seeing each other again. neely really hoped she would be seeing lucas again after this little encounter. neely couldn't even begin to try and hide the smile on her face when he mentioned how dangerous fire was, his eyes on her. god, his eyes were gorgeous. she actually was tempted to step closer to him just to see them better, but she refrained. " fire is dangerous, yes, but it's also beautiful. it means both destruction and new life. some might think you're trying to be symbolic. " neely wasn't one of those people - she knew that a family of assholes made you just want to get your anger out - but she'd heard a friend talk about these fires, actually. well, neely's type of friend . . . as in someone that she could relatively stand enough to talk to. they'd mentioned how they thought lucas's fires - of course they didn't know it was lucas's - were symbolic of . . . well, neely really hadn't paid attention to the rest. she got bored and horny and things just went downhill from there. the girl got the comment about her make up more often than one might think. people loved freckles, and being a " natural " redhead, she had them. neely wasn't quite a fan of them, so she covered them up with make up, only going without it when she was comfortable with how she looked otherwise. to the firetamer's comment, she merely shrugged. " maybe people would like it, but i'm not a fan of what's under the make up. " neely said, bluntly. she wasn't harsh, but she got asked a lot of things about her appearance. to be honest, neely liked how she looked now. she was anorexic, sure, and spent more time on her hair and makeup than she should, but she liked her body as it was currently. the faerie hoped the male didn't notice how thin she was; she was glad her cheeks weren't as hollowed as they had been. she listened to what the other had to say about girlfriends meeting the family as well as not liking dangerous criminal boyfriends. neely didn't even know where to start with this one, but she let the words roll off her tongue. " well, that's a little rude, to run off after meeting your family. then again, i can't really imagine much worse than my own. and if your old girlfriends wouldn't have appreciated what you do . . . i think it might be time to look for someone who would. " she bit her lip as she smiled, hoping to god that he wouldn't somehow not understand her flirting. neely moved her leg a little after he was all finished, mumbling a thank you to him under her breath. the faerie sat down with her legs to her right side so her dress didn't spread, leaning on her left arm, facing the fire. she laughed at his pick up line. " hey, it'd work on some girls. " the rest was left unspoken: some girls, like me. neely watched as he settled the flames some, intrigued by how he could do that. she wished she had a power like that sometimes, especially since it meant getting rid of her hideous fae form. she shrugged. " let them come. we're just innocent bystanders, our attention caught by the smoke. and if any of them think otherwise, i can take care of them, " she replied with a mischievous smirk, her eyes leaving the fire to look at lucas. he looked so beautiful with the fire light reflecting off of him. neely just sat there for a few moments, her eyes moving back to the fire. there was really no rush to get up and leave even if they were going to. there were sirens in the distance, but they passed by the two and the fire without hesitation. " i'm a bit jealous that you can do this. it's really beautiful. " she said softly. after she said that, she realized - he didn't know what she was. for all he knew, she could be a hunter that was trying to get him off guard before killing him. she wasn't, of course, but he had no real way of knowing that. [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] 1126 | THE QUEEN | OUTFIT wtf even time is it it's like 2 am have a thing [/style]

table made by MADAME MARIANNA of CAUTION 2.0