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[cordelia faust]

CORDELIA A. FAUST,

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If we sleep together, will you like me better?
If we come together, we'd go down forever
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-----Another friday night was finally here, not that it made a bit of different in cordelia's life who was used to excessive partying. the past few night she had to admit, had been quite interesting, the most interesting part of it was the company, a guy that went by the name of noah tucker. the stuff they did were the most depraved and savage of acts, most people would never consider to do half the things they did. cordelia was not like most people, she was actually quiet disturbing. growing up the way she did was not easy, but she never placed the blame of her actions onto others, that's what weak and pathetic people did. she knew who she was and what she did and never apologized for it, she never regretted anything she did, and even though sometimes she did stop to think 'damn, im really fucked up' she didn't stay long to pay more attention to the voice on the back of her head begging her to stop whatever she was about to do. it's sad really, the way she turned out to be. this was not what his parents envisioned of her, specially since she was raised as a catholic and spent most of her childhood attending the best catholic schools the upper east side had to offer. her father bartholomew faust, was a famous designer who married a super model, it was perfect, like the pages of a fairytale book. but things were anything but perfect. when cordy was born they were already on the verge of divorce and bart had lovers all around new york city. her mother, started drinking to numb the pain that this was causing her and to dwell on the fact that she was no longer young or on the cover of some fancy magazine

-----Fat. that was the imagine her mother had of cordy, that she was some fat horrible beast that needed changing. for as long as she could remember, cordy never heard a kind word coming from her mother, only insults. she actually blamed her for the fact that she was not beautiful and she told her several times that she was the reason her career came to an end. pressure was all she knew from that woman, the pressure to be perfect, to be thin, to be a good student, to be the good daughter. by the age of 13, cordelia was already taking diet pills and starving herself to satisfy a woman who was impossible and who never realized how much her daughter was hurting herself. there was a time in cordelia's life when she was kind hearted, when all she wanted was to find some kind of affection from the people who were supposed to love her without questions. but it seemed that there were a lot of conditions she had to meet in order to receive that sort of love from her parents. it wasn't until she turned 16 that she realized how fucking stupid she was being and how she didn't have to put up with any of that crap. she did a complete 180 and started acting like a complete bitch to her family, always breaking the rules, getting in trouble, stealing her mother's booze, and doing drugs. sex was not something she cared for at the time, but it wasn't until she was raped on the parking lot of a club that she came to her senses and changed her mind. most people after the go through this traumatic experience become very introverted and refuse to sleep with anyone, the are actually grossed out by the idea of having some guy inside them and just decide to stay away from any sexual contact. cordelia it seems, had the opposite reaction. from the on, she became more open about her sexuality, open meaning slutty...yes, she became that wonderful whore she is today


-----Virgins. oh how she hate those frigid bitches who complain and bitch about how disgusting she was and how sex was a sacred act that should be experienced with the person you love, wait until marriage and it will be perfect. shut the fuck up and get laid already, because as far as cordelia was concerned it was the solution to every fucking problem. you have a bad day, have sex; the movie was crap, have sex; you are bored have sex; you're hungry, have sex. see? there is nothing that couldn't be solved by a good banging. she knew she was a whore, she just didn't care; she knew she was a drug addict, she gave a rats ass; she knew she was a bitch, and she loved it. cordy lived her life to the fullest, no regrets and no attachments. no thinking about the past or the future, just the moment. the girl was actually pretty fun to be around, specially if you were a horny guy looking for a wild party. life was a constant party for the snobby rich girl, and why not...daddy pays, right? her father was such a push over and cordelia had managed to wrap him around her little finger. after all those years of neglect, bart started feeling extremely guilty and now he was spoiling the girl blind. still, he managed to force her to go to school, so cordelia enrolled at fidm to study fashion design and merchandise, but everyone knows that it didn't matter, she was going to end up working for his father one day

-----Tonight she didn't have a date or a friend to go out with, she didn't bother calling anyone up. no, tonight she was going to put her new outfit and her heels and hit the town on her own, see who she'll bump into. those were always the best nights, not knowing who you would meet along the way. either way, she knew her night would always end up at sbar where noah worked and there were always hot guys there. after fixing herself up, putting on some makeup and getting her hair the way she liked it, cordelia jumped on her car and went on her way. she spent a few hours at different clubs, getting free drinks from the guys, dancing on tables with her girlfriends she had run into, sitting on guys laps, you know...the fun things you do when you party. it was 2 in the morning when she drove her intoxicated self to sbar and almost parked her ass on the curve, she threw her keys to valet to park it and made her way to the door to pat the bouncer on the back, he of course opened the doors for her and cordelia walked inside the famous club like she owned the damn place. the tall brunette took a seat by the bar, requested a martini from the bartender and lit up a cigarette, not really caring if smoking was allowed

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status • finished
tag • bailey!
words • 1366
currently • echo and the bunnymen

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[bailey tyler .]

bailey noah.
-----I DON'T HIDE IN SANCTITY, I DON'T HAVE WINGS TO FLY .

There were many different ways of describing Bailey Tyler. There were many different sides of him, some nice, some not so nice. And this Friday night seemed to be one of his not so nice days. The gash on his arm had stopped bleeding now, but a few hours earlier he’d been involved in a fight during which the opposition had pulled a knife and sliced his arm. Bailey had absorbed the pain, it was only shallow, luckily and it was nothing a pill couldn’t cure. He wasn’t talking about an aspirin either. If you knew the eldest Tyler, you knew he’d been involved with drugs his entire life, and he had a specific love of ecstasy. He’d been addicted three times in his twenty four years of life, once when he was sixteen, again when he was twenty one, and now again. The previous two times, he’d sought out help in the form of rehab clinics. Not this time. After Amazon had told him she was pregnant, he’d felt like a failure. It was something he couldn’t explain, but Bailey had always been the on to want to do things properly. Marriage, then kids. The orderly fashion. Probably because his entire life had been fucked up already and he wanted a chance to at least do things right for his own kids. But Amazon had been a fling, they met up for sex and never really spoke outside of that. Then he’d received that text ‘I’m late.’ His head had been spinning, he’d felt sick. He wasn’t ready to be a father now. He was nearly finished with college and soon he’d start working on his business. The hotel he’d dreamed of as a boy. Then of course, he’d heard that haunting voice in the back of his head, the voice of his father, a man that had been assassinated thirteen years ago but was certainly not dead in Bay's mind.

Failure. That’s what the voice tended to say a lot. A failure, unworthy, son of a bitch. Every time, it seemed, Bailey got close to someone, he’d hear that voice. And every time he made a mistake it’d be there, screaming with a psychotic laughter. Hunter Tyler had been a sociopath in first form. His parents had been notorious and murderous con artists too, but that man was something else. He’d kill in cold blood for amusement, he’d beat his wife in front of his three young sons. Bailey, Malakai and Andre grew up tormented by the man and so it came as a relief to know he’d been killed. In a sick and twisted way, Bailey had always been Hunter’s favorite. That wasn’t a good thing though. Hunter had had aspirations that Bailey would take after him, and so he’d pay extra attention when ‘toughening up the kids.’ There were still faded white scars on Bailey’s back, legs and chest from belts, cigarettes even a few knives. How child abuse was supposed to toughen him up, he didn’t know. But apparently it worked. To this day Bailey was fuelled with bellicosity. He was a fighter. Every weekend, more or less, you could count on him being involved in some sort of fight. He’d been shot, stabbed and knocked out before. But mostly, he won. There were also a few men he could call in times of trouble, Noah and Rhys were a couple of the guys he’d only recently befriended. Bailey had never really been associated with them two, but it seemed, when it came to arguments and fighting they all had something in common. Funny, really, the types of things you en up bonding over, isn't it?

Since finding out about Amazon’s pregnancy, he’d took one very steep downhill tumble. Called a few people, ordered a fix, and quickly he’d already relapsed into his old lifestyle. Tonight, he’d been out with a few of his siblings, his full brothers Kai and Andre, and his step sister McKenzie and a couple of his friends and their friends. Over the past four years, he’d actually been getting his life on track but it seemed he was willing to blow it. They’d started at a bar, had a few beers, he’d had his signature drink Jack Daniels and a few cigarettes. He’d already made out with some of his stepsister’s friends and his wallet contained three fresh condoms, let’s say, in case of emergency. He planned to end up fucking someone tonight. Bailey Tyler had always been somewhat of a manwhore, he loved sex and that wasn’t a crime. He’d already had two fights, one of them leading to the knife wound on his bicep. After it, he’d popped the pill in his pocket, downed a bottle of water to prevent his body from overheating and then they’d made their way to S Bar at about quarter past twelve in the morning. He’d been up on the dance floor all evening and he had gotten six numbers, a blowjob from a girl he vaguely knew and even a few girls had bought him some drinks. Bailey was a big JD Tennessee Whiskey fan. That was his drink. It was approaching two a.m. and he was starting to feel exceedingly intoxicated. He had the ecstasy in his blood as well as alcohol, it was a heavy mix.

Dancing was a true passion of his. You could guarantee that whenever he went up he’d pay at least one visit to the dance floor. He couldn’t help it. Music was in his soul, he liked to show off and flaunt his moves. Even street dancing had something specifically incredible about it. Like, you could be dancing with a woman and in his mind it was like they were having sex. It was intimate and the bodies had to work together otherwise it’d look and feel messy and you wouldn’t ever want to repeat anything with her again. Needless to say, Bailey was just as good in bed as he was on the floor. He had moves, and skills in both departments. When he was pumped with alcohol or drugs, sometimes he was just so absorbed in the music and dancing that someone would have to physically drag him away and take him home. Other times, like tonight, he wasn’t so bad. The club was pumping and completely full. Any claustrophobics would have died, everyone was glistening with perspiration from the warmth and the bartenders were rushed off their feet. Even the bouncers had been busy breaking up fights.

For one moment his eyes were fixed on the doors as he saw a brunette swagger into the club. Cordelia Faust. He’d had the pleasure of meeting her a few times before around clubs and the likes. He left the dance floor and walked across the large club, through the harsh laser lights and over to the bar, all of the bar stools were taken up and so instead he stepped up behind her and leaned down to speak into her ear above the music. “Well, well.” He said, in a low rough tone. “We need to stop meeting like this.” Bailey added with a quick smirk, placing a masculine firm hand on the small of her back. He paid the bartender for her martini and slipped onto the stool on her right as a woman left it empty. “Jack.” He said to the bartender who slipped his a glass of the amber brown liquid over several ice cubes. He drank the sour liquor slowly, his eyes floating down Cordy’s body.

-----STATUS . finished.
-----ATTIRE . click.
-----WORDS . 1308.
-----NOTES . sorry about the wait.

[cordelia faust]

CORDELIA A. FAUST,

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FRIDAY, JULY 2008[/font]
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If we sleep together, will you like me better?
If we come together, we'd go down forever
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-----Alcohol was a big part of cordelia's life, and it all started with her mother. because she stopped being a model and according to her that made her world fall apart, she decided that the best solutions was to become an alcoholic. she would drink all day and night,and smoke like a chimney. there were a lot of times when cordy found her mother passed out on the couch holding a lit cigarette in her hand. it was a damn miracle that their home was intact and not burned to the ground. cordelia didn't blame her mother for her decisions or for the way her life was right now, even though most psychologist would tell her that it was indeed her mother's fault. cordelia made her own choices, and she chose to get wasted and do drugs, it was her decision and nobody held her at gun point and forced her into that mess. drugs. she didn't consider herself a drug addict, but then again drug addicts lived in denial. it was not like she spent her entire time on drugs or with a bottle in her hand, but she did drink more than most people and used cocaine as a boost to keep going. after drinking all night, and once you start feeling really bad, all you need to do is one line of coke and you'll be good as new. you can now start drinking all over again and this was maybe the reason why cordelia lasted so long.

-----It was no secret that cordelia loved to party. she was always the girl dancing on tables with tons of guys around. she was not afraid of the attention of anything and she loved to be the center of attention. many times she would find herself giving guys a striptease or lap dance, she would go skinny dipping at the beach, make out with any guy or girl that met her standards, and end the night having sex with one or two guys at her place. yes, cordelia faust was a whore and she knew it well, hell...she embraced it to her full potential. she didn't care what people said about her, how people hated her, as a matter of fact, she liked it. she liked being the bitch everyone despised, it was fun. she herself made damn sure that people felt that about her. fucking with other's boyfriends, spreading rumors, destroying lives. it was such a fun way to pass the time. the girl was used to getting her way one way or another, she didn't care who she had to stab in the back or step on to get it. there were very few people in her life that actually mattered, one of them was roxie. the girl could see right through her and was probably the only person who could tell her to fuck off and make her realize what a bitch she was being. not that it would make a bit of difference because cordelia was not about to change her ways for anyone, but at least roxie could make her think twice about the things she did

-----Sex. it was really not that big deal to cordelia. sure, she was a whore and she enjoyed having sex, but it wasn't her that important. she didn't see sex as most people did, as something intimate, something that mattered, it was just two people having a good time and she really didn't understand why some people made a big deal out of it. she used to think that i was something of importance, when she was a young girl. there was a time where cordelia believed in love, when she fantasized about getting married to her prince charming and having her own happily ever after. that was then, before her mother's alcoholism, before the anorexia, before the rape. it was one thing after the other, a downward spiral. first, she started drinking and partying, and it was this that made her rape possible. there she was clubbing with her friends, when this guy drugged her and took her to his car behind the club. she couldn't remember exactly what happened, all the details were erased from her mind. she know that things were different, that the guy had violated her. normally after a rape, the person goes into hibernation. they stay away from sex and suffer from post traumatic stress. cordelia started doing the opposite. from that moment on, cordelia faust became the whore she was today. again, she never blames the rape for her actions, since she knew exactly what she was doing and knew exactly what the consequences were. she just didn't give a shit

-----When she went to the doctor after her rape, she was in pretty bad shape. cordelia was suffering from internal bleeding, and they had to perform an hysterectomy, which meant that they were forced to remove her uterus. cordelia would never be able to have kids. there was a time when she wanted to be a mother, she played with her dolls like an average girl and pretended to me a mother. that day will never actually come. cordelia hated kids, or at least that's what she told herself. she acted weird around kids, she couldn't see herself like the mother figure now, she could barely see herself as a human being at times. people thought that she was happy being the person she was, and indeed that was how she acted all the time. deep down, this was different. deep down, cordelia was miserable, she hated the person she had become. there were times when she would be coked up and catch her reflection in the mirror and feel completely disgusted with herself. of course, she would never admit this little fact. she would never tell people how bad she actually felt with herself, not about the things she did, but with herself.

-----There she was, sitting by the bar drinking her martini and not really paying much attention to her surroundings. she wasn't that wasted anymore since she did a line in the car before she walked in the bar. her girlfriends decided they had enough partying and went home, but the night was still young for this particular brunette. suddenly, she felt a presence behind her and hear a voice she vaguely recognized. “We need to stop meeting like this.”. as he sat on the stool beside her, she noticed his face...bailey tyler. my was he attractive. the guy had this bad boy thing going on for him, one quality that drove cordelia crazy. her and bailey were randomly meeting up at parties and clubs, but never really got the chance to have a nice conversation or get to know each other better. and by knowing each other better i mean, fucking each other's brains out. cordelia gave him a seductive smile and took a last drink of her martini, picked up the olive with her fingers and slightly placed it in her tongue. "i have to say, i rather like it this way. if i knew any better, i might think that you are stalking me mr. tyler. but that's ok, i don't mind"

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status • finished
tag • bailey!
words • 1432
currently • about damn time, sorry it took this long

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