gone most of the time ,.

[athena mccarthy.]

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athena persephone *
-----you’re such a good friend, I have to break your heart.

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[/font]enerally speaking Athena was a prominent nighthawk. An owl was too much of a genteel sort of creature for Athena to even half be considered in such a way. Plus, her eyes were like cameras; constantly detailing every little section and scene around her. She was the ultimate epitome of an addict. Her bones were constantly dizzied, her veins always aching for more- her slender legs un-stabilized and her eyes always cloudy, hazy and her mind preoccupied yet vacant. Yet, she was respected to an extent, she didn’t whine out her problems to anybody she could get to hear them- she was the stereotype to bottle brash thoughts, though often appearing irrational to the human eye. Athena was not a team-player, she did not live up to other people’s expectations - and she did certainly not conform to ( many ) people’s beliefs about her. It was surprising that even though Athena had been awake for 72 hours, with a few sacred moments of sleep ushered spontaneously, she still seemed awake, even though a sullen smirk would appear on her face at the most insensitive of times she was still alert, even if her eyes told a different story. The robotic words of “This is going to make you freak.” broke the short-lived silence that had held the room demurely for so many hours. Lfo’s song would have startled her, if she hadn’t been expecting it- the song had been on a constant playXre-play for well over 3 days now; it appeared her favoured dog Adonis was not used to it though, and as he began to incessantly bark Athena threw a slipper across the room, forcibly making the dog run after it out of instinct. And once again she was left alone. There were hidden motives to her sudden spurge on drinking copious amounts of liquor, for one there was that nagging urge that kept reminding her that her grandmother had just died; she may have been a sports obsessive, but she sure knew how to be the life and soul of the party when it suited her. Many said that she took after Saoirse McCarthy for her wild ways and versatile advances. But as she was propped up on her window ledge, peering out into the azure-plain sky that seemed to hang over the city like a dead curse; cigarette elegantly situated in her eloquent and thin fingers she couldn’t have been more like her mother Ciara McCarthy.

-----------T[/font]he informative beep of her laptop lead her to believe that somebody was contacting her, and as urgent as that message was Athena couldn’t bring herself to leave the tiny space that was separating her from the ground a good few floors below her. Inhaling sporadically, she took a few simple seconds before miserably exhaling. She looked very much like an old French Movie star at that very moment in time, though she was sure her own demise would not be down to drugs - the way she was going did not seem very promising. Finally taking her last drag on her unloyal white and brown friend, she lay it to rest in a cliché draw that most women seemed to have about. Shutting it with a bang her dog emerged looking awfully proud to have brought the slipper back, and now was greedily devouring it. As she sat back down on the floor, moving her finger twistedly on the small black patch the screen animatedly flickered into practise, there was a message from Cillian Romano. That boy was certainly interesting to the youngest McCarthy, she was fascinated by men - and although she perhaps loved and loathed women more, she could not help but admire the sensual sexy way they seemed to keep track of soccer matches down to their latest notch on the bedpost. Swiftly typing up a less than short reply she found that somebody else had responded to her. . . Paul, a 42 year old man - he may have had a receeding hairline like Jude Law ( sans the attractive, masculine face. ) but he knew how to bring a twinkle to the young girl’s eye, he was a great gamble to take but Athena was glad she didn’t pass up on the chance of meeting him. Infact, Paul was the guy who had brought her the most expensive thing she had owned, a silver bracelet which she had pawned the moment her grandmother passed away - in hopes of buying beautiful lilac and white flowers to decorate an urn that had once been quarter filled by Saoirse McCarthy’s ashes. Now, it was filled with water and decaying flowers. Saoirse had always said that when she died she would rather be burned, which most of the McCarthy clan reluctantly agreed too. Athena had scattered her in a small field, it held absolutely no reference to her grandmother other than the simple fact Athena was hanging onto: the fact she loved kids, and the fact that Athena would never reproduce and give her a grandkid, hence the fact a field where a lot of kids play = a happy deceased grandmother, in some twisted turn of events.

-----------A[/font]nd then it happened, the cd became jammed, playing in a stuck sound ‘causing Athena one of the biggest headaches she could have had in a while. Adding a sassy ‘bye, babe’ to Paul’s sweet ‘hay bbe’ she appeared offline, pushing herself up with a struggle, off of the dingy floor of her flat- turning off the cd player with a hearty slap, resulting in a loud echo and bruise on the cd player’s outer shell, “Oh, for fuck’s sake .[/font]” Athena cursed, instantly nibbling ravenously on her second finger on her right hand - when she almost ripped the skin she gave a jaunty yelp and let the finger fall from her parched pink lips. It was surprisingly quite a short walk to the beautiful Trousdale Estates, where Cillian’s house was. She had subconsciously forgotten (ignored) to call Daisy to see if she could make an appearance at Cillian’s. It was spiteful of her, but in a wicked attempt to ensure that she got the best out of her night, she couldn’t invited Daisy. There would be less stuff for her to use, and would honestly cut her time with Cillian like Sweeney Todd in his barber shop. Though Athena knew if Cillian wanted to instigate anything with Athena, he would do so whether or not Daisy was there, she couldn’t help a small part of her remind her how graceful and beautiful Daisy Van Buren was, thus, she would completely spoil such chances with Cillian Romano. That in mind, Athena knew that neither Cillian or herself were a love-sick pair, smitten with sights of each other; she still wanted something to happen tonight. With her already clouded pre-conceptions of how the night was going to turn out, she would of course have to do her part if Cillian got lazy after taking something.

-----------S[/font]ituations like this reminded her of when she had been dating Annabelle Gray, her first official girlfriend. She had been a great lover - sexually seductive but emotionally Athena could not connect with her, it was mutual. However, when Annabelle disappeared, note in tow of how she ‘couldn’t do this’, Athena began to think there was something wrong with her. Athena’s warped mind played various jokes joyously, yet imaginatively springing from the most insane places. When Athena had been loved in that way, however, she completely turned the opposite way to most people. She was not nicer, it just meant she flirted with women a whole lot more, and was perhaps less confident than she was in any other situation. Every love song effortlessly made her sick to her stomache, and Athena was sure there were no butterflies flitting around in her body, apart from those in her head- messing and stirring with her conceptions and morals.

-----------T[/font]he next sequence of actions were a blur. A surreal one, since knocking impatiently at Cillian’s door and finding it ajar, much to her annoyance she walked inside the place - admiring various pieces of artwork which adorned the hallway she was stepping into. As she soon found the living room where Cillian was situated she sexily sashayed to a position on her couch. Smiling and kissing the corner of his mouth, her trademark of sorts Athena’s eyes twinkled mischievously upon seeing rows of white crystals in front of her. Finding a razor scattered within hands reach, she began merrily chopping up the rocks with amazing precision. The way Athena was acting was no like a kid in a candy store, but rather like a famous woman in her golden years - ruining any bit of potential and intelligence she had entered Romano’s house with and thrown it away carelessly. “Do you have a bill ?[/font]” Athena asked, watching Cillian summon a green note she took it from him, laughing slightly at how smooth and casual the whole situation was. Throwing her hair back over her shoulder and looking up at Cillian out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly cupped her hand around the tiny rocks, her note in tow as she leaned down to the coffee table sniffing until she could feel the gritty things dissappear, twitching her nose and rubbing the ends delicately she suddenly arose, checking in her reflection in the polished coffee table there were no obvious traces of the white powder - and smiling up at Cillian, “Your turn .[/font]” she told him rather childishly, raising one of her eyebrows inquisitively and waiting for him, waiting eagerly to see what he would do. Whilst subtly listening to the music in the background, trying to work out who was singing whilst she waited impatiently but occupied enough.


status[/font] , finished, unfortunately !
music[/font] , fuck like a star -
porcelain and the tramps .
outfit[/font] , click !
word count[/font] , 1983, rubbish ! c:
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[cillian romano.]

you aren't tired
YOUR ARE THE CAUSE OF RIOTS
who could say no to you?


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Ever since Cillian had moved out to Los Angeles with his cousin he had been on what he liked to call the his very own special coke diet. In Italy he had never felt the need to do drugs even though it was commonly used around his uncles house by all the playmates. He stuck with alcohol and every now and then would snort up especially if he was about to fuck. It had made him extremely horny for some reason so whenever one of the girls weren't gettin it from his uncle, he would grab his stash and head back to his wing. Regardless that wasn't as often as it sounded. He usually brought girls back to the house and then dumped them off only really fucking the playmates once a week or so. Anyways once he had gotten to Los Angeles he found himself using the white substance everyday. His uncle had arranged an old family friend of his to help the boys out and that old family friend also knew a really good dealer for Cillian. Cillian knew Romeo didn't do shit like this often but he knew every now and then he lit up. Cillian had become a regular to this guy & everyday he was calling the man. Why the sudden change from once a week to everyday? He was bored. Most people said it's an addictive thing and it hadn't been for him at first. Now it truly was something he did everyday. He felt like there was nothing offered to him hear and there really wasn't. Italy was way better and the only way to get over those thoughts were for him to be constantly high so whenever Blaise would step out for a second he would break out his little kit. Most of the time Blaise would come back while he was in the middle of snorting up but he was to high at that point to care what he would have to say about it. He knew his uncle wouldn't have been too pleased if he had heard about what he did constantly but he was twenty and own his own so he figured he could do whatever the hell he wanted to.

Cillian's green eyes gazed towards the clock which read 5:30. He was most likely going to go out later tonight and meet up with his friends and then charm some girl by speaking Italian to her. He'd end up taking her home no matter what state she was in a fuck the living shit out of her then in the morning when she got up he'd be gone and he of course had the generic note next to the pillow thanks for yeah. lock your door on the way out. the key is under the mat. He was quite the romantic charmer when it came down to it. He knew what to say to make any girl swoon over him. His dark features and Italian accent had to his charm and mystery something ladies loved. He had recieved most of his looks from his father but the charm he learned from his uncle. His uncle and father were two of the biggest playboys ever in Italy in their time , both co-running and owning a huge corporation which was the Italian equivalent to playboy over here. His father though was killed over a gambling dispute when Cillian was about nine or ten and he was sent to his live with his uncle in one of the biggest renowned mansions in Naples. He could have went and lived with his mom except for the fact that his had killed herself right after she had had him. She had been going through alot of thing but Cillian tried not to think of the past. His uncle was pretty much like his father who he called pop and his cousin and him were like brothers often being mistaken for brothers as well. Cillian also had a nanny who he had been really close to so there was no need to reminisce about his parents. Most therapist would have said he acted the way he did because he longed for his parents but that wasn't it at all. He was fine with his unconventional family. He just like before was often bored.

Grabbing his macbook and plotting down on the leather couch he smelled himself. He hadn't showered from the night before where he had been at area all night. He would get in the shower soon but the main reason he hadn't because he had just woke up an hour ago. He was a professional party goer. He had no clue why him and his cousin has made the trek out here. He didn't have a real job and neither did his cousin. The basis of them being here was sleeping all day and going out all night. They couldn't stay here forever either which was something Cillian was happy about even though he had met some different people. They would probably stay here for a couple more years then either move to New York like they had originally planned or just move back home. Either way neither of them would ever have to lift a finger until there uncle decided it was time to pass on the throne. He kept tempting the boys telling them one of them was going to end up with it. Technically Cillian was older but Blaise's father had been running the company by himself for quite sometime now. Most likely it would become a joint company but Aeaneas liked to play tricks on the boys and make them antsy. Signing onto his msn account there were many randomners who had requested to add him, probably people he had met the night at point or another. After talking to one of his favorite girls here in Los Angeles who he often weant to parties with he invited her and her best friend over to do some lines with him. This girl was the female version of him and he loved that about her. Of course he would never settle down with anyone but she was a good girl. He would have a kid someday but he knew marriage or monoagamous relationships weren't his thing. Finishing up his conversation with her, her brother, and another girl who he had a dinner date planned with her for tomorrow he closed his laptop with one hand while picking up his black pug, georgia in the other. He became kind of lost in a trance , not really thinking about anything but to someone he would have looked like he was heavily in thought.

Finally snapping out of it he carried his laptop in one hand and his dog in the other up the hardwood floors of the house to his room. Putting the laptop down on the bed and the dog in it's miniature bed at the end of his bed he reached under the mattress and grabbed his utensils . He knew that this wasn't going to be let's just do some lines and then go out. He was going to have two beautiful girls in his house and of course he was going to persuade them into a threesome. Knowing Athena's party character she wouldn't mind at all. He actually thought she might welcome it. He didn't know whether he should get dressed to go out now and just slip his clothes back on after everything was done or just dawn his no t-shirt and boxers. Finally deciding on something in between both he put on his wife beater tank and some sweat shorts. He had taken his boxers off because he didn't really like the feeling plus it made leeway for easy access. Looking around his room he had realized he totally forgot where he had put his stash. He had his razor and metal engraved sniffer he got as a gag gift from one of the girls in the house back in Italy. "Fuck" he screamed outloud that even made georgia sit up. Looking up at the intercom made him remember his speakers which he had for no reason. Taking off the front cover there was his stash of half a kilo. He grabbed that and his utensils and went down stairs to set it up. He had all the lines set up which was supposed to total three but he ended up making it five in case someone wanted more him being that someone. The thought of overdosing hadn't even crossed his mind. Forgetting the snorter he walked back up the stairs this time before he managed to grab it he had totally forgot about his cousin coming home from where ever he had been soon. Oh well once again he didn't care.

Hearing the door creak open , Georgia took off running and barking down stairs. Grabbing her on the stairway before she made it to wherever she was going to catch the intruder he took her back to his room and closed the door to keep her locked in. He knew it had to be Athena because he had told her to come right in. He left the door unlocked as well. He lived on Sunset Boulevard he doubted any intruders were going to come barging right in through the front door.Walking right into his living room with the glass table he saw the girl ready to go. "Ah the most bella donna in the city is in my living room.Where is your little blonde friend?" he asked in his thick Italian accent. He thought maybe she would be on the way but if she wasn't coming that meant more for them and more intimate session between the two. The light kiss she gave him on the corner of his mouth was nothing but it sent shivers down his body. She was hot. Putting down the snorter on the table the girl wasted no time."Better yet" he replied "my own silver engraved snorter" as he put it down next to her watching her pick it up and use it. He grabbed his remote to the sound system and turned on the top 40 hits. Fuck me pumps by Amy Winehouse was playing which was one of his favorite songs. He watched her do her hit then take the snorter from her for his turn. Bending his head over the glass table he had realized he had made too many lines if her friend wasn't going to show. Doing his line he wiped his nose waiting for the euphoria that he loved to experience to kick in. Turning his head looking at her he bit his bottom lip as his hand started to caress her thigh whispering in her ear while nibbling on it,"Voglio fare l'amore dolce a voi tutti la notte" he spoke in he ear . He knew the Italian would drive her crazy. He began to kiss her starting from her shoulder blade working his way past her neck to her lips, biting her bottom lip eventually going back to her working on her neck intent on giving her a hickey. He did not plan on leaving his house tonight.

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status ,

[/i][/font]done, it took the life out of me, feel free to go way less than that.
outfit ,[/i][/font] wife beater & sweat shorts
word count ,[/i][/font] 2160 & it's all rambling.you know i suck.
music ,[/i][/font] n.e.r.d.
credit ,[/i][/font] alexaa
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[athena mccarthy.]

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athena persephone *
-----in the morning you’re vexed, he’s onto the next.

----------S

[/font]he looked amorously yet vulnerably into his green eyes, watching them before he bent down into the glass table, which seemed quicker than hers had. Athena’s pupils were already wide and quite doe-like, which was upsetting to her as quite naturally she liked her eyes. They were her favourite feature, one was crystal blue and the other was a mix of blue with the colour of mocha. Half and half, very much describing Athena more eloquently than anyone else could. “Quite. She couldn’t make it tonight, she has other plans .[/font]” Athena spoke simply and cunningly, looking almost sad for a few seconds. When he spoke Italian, Athena could not tell whether the reason her heart beating faster was because of the cocaine or her own convictions. Now, Athena could speak many languages but Italian, she didn’t. However, she realized that ‘amore’ meant something along the lines of love, and Cillian wasn’t one to confess his love - his type was rather dirty and raunchy, which, she figured from his kissing it wasn’t some sudden marriage proposal. Deciding to leave her thoughts behind her, Athena smiled fetishly - already in the mood from her hit, and the way he spoke to her was so beautiful. Cillian was a good friend and she wasn’t the type to pass up on many offers. She’d rather stay in and be caned with her coke and friends than be a part of the nightlife, when half of the men in LA already had wives and children. It was an insane, vexing situation which Athena would rather not get too involved in. Athena laughed inwardly into the kiss she was receiving, running her hands sensually up Cillian’s back - feeling her own already arch, pushing her more toward the ‘Italian Stallion’. Athena called hear a bit of rumbling upstairs, she hadn’t seen Cillian’s pug Georgia in a while - she was the cutest little thing. It had been the pug that had got Athena so obsessed with them- she liked them for their jester and joyous attitude to life. Whilst not being the best looking dogs, or famously known for them - they still had the best personality. Tracing Cillian’s spine with her fingers, she did it slowly intent on making him shiver or shake. She could feel her neck giving way to the hickey that Cillian was obviously trying to give her. The taste of Cillian was still transfixed and jaded on her tongue- he had the sweetest taste. Athena thought it was rather narcissistic in a way to be enjoying this, since he was practically was the ragazzo version of her. However, Athena wasn’t intent on staying on the sofa and kissing him all night. It simply wasn’t that easy, it had to be interesting as Athena often grew very bored. Suddenly she pushed herself onto Cillian, pushing him down onto the sofa , hand in his hair. She nibbled feebly on his ear before working her way across his prominent jaw bone to his mouth, sucking slightly on his bottom voluptuous lip and opening his mouth slightly with her own lips, before kissing him - her own mouth still shut. Athena pushed herself up off of Cillian, her eyes open and mischievously gazing at Cillian, looking incredibly doe-eyed due to the intoxication earlier. Regardlessly, Athena got up off of Cillian stood up, biting her bottom lip and moving backwards toward the door. She did not intend to speak much, as anything she could say could be said through her eyes or actions. Finally reaching her destination of the door she opened it with one hand resting on the door knob, suggestively rubbing it before opening the door, shutting it behind her and quickly shutting the front door within 10 seconds. Finding her way up the elegant staircase she could hear Georgia rubbing and sighing against the door, she had to laugh. But, before she played with the dog Athena had much more to do. She needed to figure out what she was going to do. Finding the bathroom, cautiously she turned the shower on, before retracing her steps back to where Georgia was, opening the door she somehow managed to catch the dog before it ran full-force down the stairs. Shutting the door behind her, Athena sat on the bed, fussing the dog, laughing at its funny jumps and gleeful barks.

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status[/font] , unfinished.
music[/font] , amy wino & ne-yo. c:
outfit[/font] , click !
word count[/font] , 1030 so far !
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