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Post by sammikay on Oct 19, 2015 19:52:51 GMT -5
She could feel herself breaking down. How many fucking breakdowns did she need to have before she could be a normal person again? With Zach around, she wasn't sure how many that would be. She bit down on her lip, wanting to just drink herself into a coma. It was in this moment that she craved the alcohol, even more so in that first time that Zach had found her. She had been having a physical dependency to it then, but now it was an emotional one. She was still craving that buzz, that feeling of being able to just let it all go.
She could hear him mumble under his breath that she looked fine. She wanted to growl and smack him for that! It was his fault after all! He was the one that had put her in this vulnerable position. He had wanted to share with her something special: his brother. Yet, he had been the one to compare his love for Joey to his love for her, and his desire to help them both in their sickness. She could feel her stomach rip at that thought. She hadn't thought about her mom in so long, but here she was, on this fucking island, thinking of that bitch.
Maybe she was the kind of woman she was because of her mom. Her mother had been a bitch and had thrown away men, namely her father, whenever she was done with them. And now, Lori did the same. Or, she had. She watched as Zach ran past her into the caves. She assumed he was going for her cigarette, because she could notice how frustrated he was getting with her. He wanted something from her, but all she could think of was him wanting her love, and he couldn't get that. There was none to give.
She followed after him, glaring down anyone who looked at her. She stopped to pull on more of her clothes, wrapping her jacket around her as she entered the cave. She tied it around her waist, looking around for Zach. When he returned, she noticed the thin cigarette in his fingers. She held her hand out for it, quite obviously not looking at him as she did so. She couldn't even face him in this moment. She instead looked outside of the cave, to the place where she wished she could escape everyone, namely, the gorgeous man that stood in front of her, only wanting to help.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She has used up all of the alcohol that she had scavenged from the wreck, and is down to her very last cigarette. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 20, 2015 12:16:31 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
His overflow of emotions were wearing off now. Zach felt some clarity returning to him as he looked around the cave for Lori. He had a feeling of being home. The cave was his dominion now. This was where he led his people to safety. They had crossed the Red Sea of terror into the Promised Lands. Well, he at least had fun calling himself Moses in his head. Really, this whole thing may not last long, since it seemed people were starting to talk of moving out to the beach, like before. Disobedient much like the Isrealites. They saw disaster strike and still wanted it their way.
Lori walked up to him and he saw that her expression hadn't changed much. She still refused to look at him, and Zach sighed in frustration as he slapped the cigarette into her outstretched hand. What a brat, she was. A self-centered, beautiful bitch. Zach could be harsh, but cruel didn't really describe him like it did Lori. He was really disgusted with her in this exact moment, as his sappy feelings were forced away, rejected blatantly by her. It was becoming get clearer and clearer that she thought little of him other than as her own plaything. How else could someone slap a hurting person in the face like she was doing?
Maybe it was all for the best. He felt he was too deep in unfamiliar waters. Their first night was a selfish indulgence. He was damn sure he was allowed to be selfish once in a while. Everybody else sure as hell made it a point to be.
"I never met someone who loved themself as much as you do. I guess you'll never feel lonely that way. Woohoo. Feminine power."
He made a sarcastic face along with an eye-roll. He was reverting back to his more scathing personality, burying his hurt feelings underneath it. Lori didn't know scathing Zach yet. She didn't know he could be ugly, too. His brown eyes reflected the sunshine from outside, making them glow.
"You look like shit, by the way," he repeated her words from earlier. "Just like when I first met you. I wonder how soon you'd have died if I had just left you there while you cried like a little pussy. I saved your life twice, and you look at me like I'm some kind of bad guy."
He stood his ground before her, face full of frustration and disgust. It felt good to get it out, and yet, he was completely unhappy to do so. Why did it have to be like this? Nothing was ever fun when it was out of his control. He should've known he couldn't keep his cool forever.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 20, 2015 19:32:30 GMT -5
Maybe it was him, maybe it was her, but she had an immediate surge of anger when he slapped the cigarette down on her palm. All she had needed to do was calm down, to smoke a cigarette, to realize that he didn't mean what he had said, or at least, convince herself that he hadn't meant it. But, Zach's obvious hissy fit caused her to grow even more upset, but this time it was furious. She felt her teeth clench, which resulted in her jaw tightening and really showing how pissed off she was. Her hand clenched around the cigarette protectively as she crossed her arms over his chest. Much like her, he was throwing a fit. She couldn't understand why he was pissed too! It was all his fault that she was being the way she was! He was lucky she hadn't smacked his beautiful face and ran from him when he had insinuated that he loved her like she had to so many before him.
He wasn't so lucky when he opened his mouth again.
She had taken his snappy comment about her loving herself with ease. She couldn't blame him for that. She did love herself, and that was because she'd rather love herself than have someone else love her. She watched his eye roll, and she felt the anger gather in her throat once more. She wanted to explain to him why she was the way she was, but she had never really explained much more than that first night with the boy that had taken her virginity. My mother had said she loved me. Look where she is now. Taking care of some other bastard's family. She would have tried, but he then opened his mouth again. After what he had spat at her, she wanted to smack him clear across his cheek.
So she did.
After he had said she looked like shit and called her a pussy, she couldn't resist the quick snap of her arm as it landed firmly on his cheek. The smack rang through the caves, and each conversation came to a screeching halt and the silence around them expanded. Not once had Lori looked away when Zach had been spitting fire at her. If he wanted her tears, he wasn't going to get them. Once again, she had gone as cold as could be, back to her bitchy self once more. She had tried to salvage the situation by hurrying to her cigarette, and he did this to her?
She got a sick sense of satisfaction at the red print that came up on his cheek. Her hand hurt, but she was easily able to ignore that as she stepped closer, notably in his personal space. Lori had always used invasion of personal space as an intimidation factor since she wasn't physically intimidating (unless you found tattoos intimidating). Her voice, thick and as poisonous as venom, spoke to him, not caring about the audience that they had gathered from her smack. She didn't get stage fright.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again. You're the one that had sex with me when I was like that. Who's really the weak one? And don't even pretend like you're strong. I felt you shaking in the middle of the night," she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him as she spoke, continuing to purposefully be in his personal space. "I saw you lick that alcohol bottle, and you're the one who can't even handle a guy fishing on his own without wanting to beat the shit out of him. Don't talk to me about weakness, Zach," she growled, glaring at him the entire time she spoke.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She has used up all of the alcohol that she had scavenged from the wreck, and is down to her very last cigarette. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 20, 2015 20:01:17 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't expecting what happened next. Part of him knew, and yet, he just couldn't stop himself from reaching a breaking point. He'd been a true mess this entire time, and Joey's rattling appearance had awakened the real storm inside of him. It was brewing the night these two had met. It was brewing the moment he thought Joey was dead.
That slap hurt. The sting of it, even though he thought he was ready for its violence, caught him off guard, and little specks of black actually clouded his vision for just a moment. His face stayed contorted to his side as he stared at the stony ground under his feet. The anger inside him was savage and he had to take a few moments to not react in the same way she had. He was not that guy. He didn't hit women, he didn't particularly enjoy hitting anybody. His best violence was his power of words, and it usually just led him along to moments like these. He reminded himself that this was Lori Glory he was dealing with. The fact that she hit him so hard probably meant that his words had an equally hard impact on her. He hadn't shown her this side of him yet. Even the incident with her alcohol on her arms was done out of a twisted kind of care.
Nothing she spat at him made any sense. She was weak when they had sex? No, she was drunk, maybe. The weakness had fled from her by then. He had seen her desire to live in her eyes, unlike those moments when he stood above her in her fathom of tears. That, and she was so alive when she was underneath him. She had admitted that was her natural element; she'd just invited him in.
He recalled the one night they spent together in the cave. She knew about his shaking. Had it surprised her? They were both addicted to something, after all. The rest went over his head now. She pulled at every possible thing she knew about him, and even he was disappointed at how little there was to tell. They were such strangers, and yet, each apparently felt wildly compelled by the other. Why else has neither of them actually walked away?
His arms stayed at his side while he turned his face back to her, finally. He seemed a little less aggressive than before, as if he were completely done with it all. Part of him was, but he always wanted the last word when possible. He was truly vexed by Lori.
"You haven't been listening to a fucking word I've ever said to you. I know I'm weak. It was the first thing i ever told you. Have I ever let it stop me, Lori?" he stated simply, his voice full of an argumentative reasoning. As usual, his dark eyes held incredible intensity. "You're an idiot! I was just whining to you about how weak I feel and then you stormed off like it was offensive to you. What the hell do you want from me? Cause it was you that turned around to listen to me. It was you that admitted you weren't capable of taking care of your infected arms. Is that what this is about? I won't apologize for that."
Well, where did they go from here? How could she argue with anything he said? Zach didn't think she could.
"And for the record, I had sex with you because you were the first person to make me feel human again. After all the shit I saw, I felt as good as dead. You brought me back to life. Wow, what a crappy thing for you to do, Lori. Are you gonna start telling people I raped you now? Is that what you did to all those other guys you told me about?"
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Post by sammikay on Oct 20, 2015 20:59:58 GMT -5
Seeing his face whip around from her touch didn't make her feel as satisfied as he had hoped for. She actually felt pretty disgusted with herself, which was new. Lori wasn't one to ever have feelings of resentment towards herself. She could control herself, she couldn't control others. Namely, she couldn't control the ones that mattered. She stared at him, her stomach curling in. She had made a mistake.
This realization made Lori's shoulders slump in defeat. Very much unlike her, she turned her face away from him in realization as looked outside of the cave. Everyone had still remained quiet, watching it all unfold. She could see a few looks of surprise from her sex comment. Maybe the two of them had been too selfish in taking a moment like that while people died and suffered all around them. When she turned back her face to listen to him, she no longer had the twist of rage on her face. Her resting bitch face was glued to her expression, but even in that her eyes deceived her with intense sadness. What was it about this infuriating human that caused her this kind of reaction?
Every single day was another breakdown with Zach. She thought he was helping her, but ultimately, he was causing her such an emotional turmoil. This wasn't fair to her, and for once, she thought about someone else too. It wasn't fair to him. Zach couldn't be with someone like her. Someone who couldn't be a decent human being when she was sober. She dropped her eyes when he admitted to her that she made him feel human again, for bringing him back to life. If this were normal circumstances, she would have joked that she had that way with people, that she was just that good.
But this moment was different. So different.
She swallowed before meeting his eyes again. This time, instead of tears proving her emotions, it was the way her voice shook with each word she squeezed out. She was done crying. That was a vow she needed to make for herself. Like Zach had proven, she was weak. But, she was strong enough not to cry again. She was done with that. "I don't want an apology," she began with, eyes boring into his own. She searched for anything there, but she only saw what she perceived as anger.
"Zach, I'm not going to pretend like I know you. You don't know me either," she stated, rubbing her palm over her forehead, pushing her hair back over the crown of her head. The long brown locks curled and laid lazily over her shoulders as she looked back at him. "I stormed off because you wanted to get emotional with me. I don't do emotions, especially the one you were falling into," she confessed, quite obviously unable to say the word 'love' in that context.
"I don't make love; I have sex, I fuck," she stated simply, that being the only sentence she had said yet that didn't sound like she was ready to break into tears. "I don't expect you to know why that is. How could I? But I don't do what you want," she said to him, putting a hand around her stomach so that she was able to semi-hug herself as she talked about something like this. Here she was, in front of a crowd of people, unable to really 'win' this fight. Did she want to win? Really, she just wanted to smoke this cigarette and disappear.
She stared at him for a long time, the word 'rape' hanging in the air. Everyone around had looked down at that. Lori just shook her head. "You didn't rape me. If anything, I took advantage of you. You don't want this," she muttered, holding her arms out and gesturing to herself with a sweep of her skinny arms. "I had sex with you, and fucked all those guys, because it makes me feel better. Unlike you, I don't feel 'alive' having sex. I feel more like myself. More like the whore that I am," she spat the word out, turning away from him at that moment.
"Just like my mother."
Her retreating figure moved back towards the jungle. She couldn't handle the pressure anymore. She was doing what she was best at: leaving. Again. This was the second time that she had left Zach's side. Without looking back to see if he even thought to follow her, she tucked the cigarette in between her pouty lips and took the lighter out of the waistband of her shorts and flicked it a few times before it took. She lit the cigarette, blew out a cloud of smoke, and hoped with that smoke that she could also blow out the memory of what had just happened between her and Zach.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 21, 2015 12:35:12 GMT -5
If I'm a danger to myself Imagine what I can do to you By the time he was done with his outbursts, Lori seemed to have backed down from her aggressiveness. And then she spoke. Finally, she was just being honest with him, and that's all Zach ever really wanted. He listened closely as she started to explain herself, but not before he had done enough soul-searching to see that she seemed to be coming to her senses. Some kind of sense, anyway. Whatever she was thinking, she seemed less angry, and just completely sad. What could she be sad about? Wasn't like she had put herself out there...like he had been doing. While Zach collided head on with these situations, Lori just ran away. She so infuriating!
And then the anger melted away as she spoke very upfront about the way she felt for him. The way she admitted that she wanted nothing to do with what she called "emotions." It was confusing, after all the things they'd already been through together these last few days. Zach had gotten the idea that Lori was full of emotion.
"You're the one that first asked me about my brother," he mumbled, voice thick with confusion. His brows were furrowed now in disappointment instead of the anger that had made him blind to rationality. She was the first to pry into his emotions. Now she wanted to run away from them?
It got worse as she kept on talking. Instead of clarity, Lori became more of a conundrum to him. She admitted the way she had felt during their encounter; or rather, she admitted that she felt nothing. There was nothing at all that she found lovable in him. Why did the idea of that sting as sharply as her slap? Here he was thinking she was just mad at him for trying to be friends after his rash decision in the cave. It was a lot more than Lori just wanting to act like a baby. She really was cold as ice and damaged.
Even he knew that he had been idiot to think anything otherwise. She had already told him pretty explicitly about her life. He'd just gotten lost in his imagination. But the red flags had been there in the beginning, he'd just ignored them. He'd chosen to be selfish, no matter the cost.
Now she was trying to tell him what he did and didn't want, implying that she was the unlovable one. At least, that's what it seemed like. The obvious disdain she had for herself about made him cringe. She called herself a whore and it left a bad taste even in his mouth. Had he ever thought of her in that way? He had to be completely honest with himself... He had. At first, he thought that's all she was. A drug-addicted whore who collected money for her next fix. But, she herself had shot down those implications. And the more he got to know her, the less he had thought of the image.
Still, he had been thinking about how soon he'd find her with another guy. And that just wasn't a normal thing to worry about. It was time for him to face reality; Lori was right. He did not want that kind of relationship with her. It would destroy him. In a very animal way, Zach was territorial and Lori had already been his.
She was walking away, leaving him in the uncomfortable silence of the cold cave. But she was a fool if she thought he'd let her walk without getting in a last word. So, he followed behind her until she had stopped to light her cigarette. He wasn't angry anymore, just confused, and tired. So tired, he was. And he wanted a goddamn beer.
"Boo! I'm the emotion monster," he cooed behind her, walking until he was a few feet in front of her. He looked at her face, careful not to reveal some kind of pity. He had a feeling pity wasn't what she was after. She was just being honest - more to herself than to him. He talked before she could try and push him away.
"Ok, fine. I'm sorry, Lori. I'm sorry that we had sex. I met you that day, and I....just instantly liked you for some reason. And I only opened up to you back there because I thought that's what you wanted from me. I thought you wanted me to say sorry for pouring alcohol on you. And I thought you actually cared enough about me to want to know that Joey was alive. I'm so sorry for thinking we were friends."
He shrugged at that, starting to walk backwards to signal that he was finally done and would lay it to rest. He would leave her alone with her cigarette and her lonely thoughts since it was what she wanted. His tone of voice may still have carried some of his usual sarcastic bite, but it was sincere, and his eyes looked sad. Was this the end of them? Weird, it felt like a break up, but Lori made it clear that they were never together to begin with.
"You were the only person to ask me about Joey. Thanks for that."
He didn't touch on the whore comment. That was out of his league. Zach wasn't some kind of mental disorder specialist, but he was pretty certain that it wasn't something he could level with. Lori had to figure that out on her own. He turned his back on her and walked away, heading back for that clearing where they had met up. He was far from ready for more socializing. Lori had her cigarette, and Zach felt like he had absolutely nothing to lean on now.
#zach credit to tori of adoxographyv2
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Post by sammikay on Oct 21, 2015 17:17:38 GMT -5
Lori had always been a runner. She had always loved the high she got from going until her body could no longer take it. She had been the kind of girl to run every day of her life, at least once a day. She had even ran during the terrible winters of New York, dragging herself to the gym every morning. She had never considered that she also ran away from her problems. But, staring at Zach, staring at this amazingly infuriating man, she knew then that she too ran away from her problems.
What was it that she saw there? Annoyance, definitely. Confusion, for sure. But was he fed up? She couldn't tell. Let down? Possibly. She was tired of these games. She played games on her time and her watch, and neither of these were the current situation. Here she was, on this island, with a man that she couldn't get away from. With a man she didn't really want to get away from. She wanted to go back to getting drunk with Zach, with playful flirting. She wanted to feel his arms pull her closer in the middle of the night when they slept side by side.
She nodded her head. "Yeah, I asked about your brother. I wanted to know. I want to be friends, Zach. I want this island to be at least a little bearable," she said, taking a long drag of her last cigarette. "But I don't want to love you."
She had finally been able to say the word that seeped into her like poison. Love. She didn't want love. She wanted a friend, a partner, someone to laugh with. But she didn't want love. She didn't want what came with love. The expectations, the commitments. She only wanted the fun parts. She didn't want the parts that made her mother leave her dad and her. She didn't want the heart-wrenching disappointment. She didn't know what would have been worse: being disappointed in Zach or having him disappointed in her. Either way, she didn't want that.
Lori looked at him when he teased her about the emotions monster. She couldn't even spare him a smile at that. She was still so fed up with this all. She wanted off this god damn island, and she wanted to get away from this man that made her think about every single thing she did. She had been living life so carelessly, and now she wasn't allowed that nomad attitude. She was being held responsible, which was something that she had never been.
She watched him, a sliver of smoke snaking out of the end of her cigarette and between her lips as she exhaled. She couldn't even really enjoy her very last cigarette with whatever this was between them. She swallowed his apology with bitterness. She wasn't sorry they had sex. She had loved that. It seemed like the only time that they had really enjoyed being around each other. That, and when they were drunk together. That night flashed in her eyes, and she turned her face away. He thought she didn't care. He thought that they weren't friends.
She could feel a tightness in her chest when he turned around after breathing out a thank you for asking about Joey. She had wanted to know more about Joey. She had wanted to see if Zach and her could really work on just knowing each other. But, as he turned away from her, she did the one thing that she hadn't expected to do. She reached out for him, grabbing his wrist in her small hand. "Zach," she said quietly, looking up at him. She tried to wipe everything off her face, the anger, the disappointment in herself, and the sadness.
She was just about to continue to speak, but in that moment something snapped beneath her. Her foot sunk into the ground, and with a yelp she grabbed onto him for support. She looked down, noticing immediately that her foot had broken through what looked like an old plank. She could feel the splinters digging into her calf as she tried to pull her leg out of the hole. "What the hell," she grumbled, finally pulling her leg out of the hole. Standing where they were now, all that she could see was a black hole, dust billowing out from where Lori had broken through it. Momentarily distracted from what they had just been talking about, Lori looked up at Zach. "What is that?"
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She has used up all of the alcohol that she had scavenged from the wreck, and is down to her very last cigarette. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 23, 2015 17:03:46 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zachary wasn't a lovable person anymore. He was aggressive and arrogant and he did things without consideration to the feelings of other people. He was driven mad by the need to make things right. Fix what was in front of him and if he could focus on that, he could run away from what he was feeling. Zach, maybe, was a runner, too. Even if just for a little while. The difference between he and Lori was that he did have the desire, the capacity, to love.
She didn't want to love him, she said, and he was thinking about that as he turned to walk away from her. Zach admitted he felt strongly about Lori, enough to care if she died. And she slapped him in the face literally and emotionally when she rejected the unspoken idea. It made him feel stupid. And yet, he wasn't convinced. She was running away from him, but why do that if she felt nothing?
His thoughts were interrupted quickly as the feel of Lori's hand gripping his wrist stopped him from getting away. He turned his head to look at her, but he wanted to go and hide, like he originally planned. He didn't want Lori to know she had wounded him. It was on him, for letting himself feel. He wanted to be how she was; unattached. Like the feeling he got after two beers. The scenes played out before his eyes, but he was watching from out of body, somewhere more peaceful. He gave her a regretful look, though her face seemed almost serene now.
Then, suddenly, Lori's weight lurched under her, and Zach instinctively reached out to grab her with his free hand. It was like the earth had just tried to swallow her, and it happened fast. Before either of them could really react, the dust was settling and Lori was halfway through some old and rotting wood. Just one of her feet had fallen through what seemed to be a man-made doorway. Excitement made his eyes sparkle as he also looked to Lori. Swooping down, he brushed away some of the sand still covering the wood and tried to peer through the hole her leg was trapped him. It was dark, but he could make out the glinting of glass or something.
"Holy shit. People have been here before. It's some kind of... I don't know." His attention was diverted back to Lori. He couldn't ignore her, as she needed help getting out of there. Her leg looked like it could be bleeding, he wasn't sure. Definitely looked painful. That wood had really busted into some sharp edges. He reached down and used his fingers to gently pry some of it away from her skin. "Do you need me to pull you out? I'm gonna see what's in there."
He seemed like a different man all of a sudden. His mind was racing with imaginative ideas. This was some kind of basement someone had made. People had been on this island before, and it was the best sign, maybe the only sign, they'd gotten since crashing here. The wood seemed quite obviously old and weathered, but there was no telling what they'd find down here. Radios? Food?
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Post by sammikay on Oct 26, 2015 13:29:48 GMT -5
The wood had splintered around her calf, and as he pulled some of it away she pulled her leg out. "No, I got it," she hissed between her teeth as she felt the pain shoot from her leg. It burned as blood dripped down her calves from the wood cutting into her. She clenched her teeth, but it didn't hurt like the alcohol being poured down her arms had. She stood back as she watched Zach dust off the rest of the planks. She hadn't seen him this excited the entire time that she had known him.
Other people had been here before? Where were they now? How did they get off? Did that mean that they were still here? She suddenly got very nervous as Zach moved around excitedly. She stared at the door, wondering what could be down there. Completely irrational, she began to think of the scary movies that dates and her friends had forced her to watch as a young teenager. She could feel herself growing more and more nervous as she stared at the entrance, dreaming up what could be there.
She turned her eyes towards Zach and watched him. In this moment, he seemed so excited, and rather child-like. She could still feel the nervous energy in her stomach, but she tried to ignore that as she bent over to look into the hole her leg had made in the planks. Goosebumps raised on her arms as she too saw the glint of glass. What in the world could that be? She swallowed, wanting to be as excited as Zach. Sure, people had been here before, but what if they had died on this god-forsaken island just like they surely would. What if there were more corpses down there? She had already seen so much death.
"Zach, be careful," she whispered to him, as if the dead below that door could hear them. Sure, it wasn't 'Zach I love you,' but it surely did show that she cared. It was the small things that she allowed her feelings to be shown: here eat this, you can have this last bottle of water, be careful...They were all small things that she had said to others to show that she cared without coming right out and saying so. But, as she watched him bend over to open the door, her eyes grew worried and she clenched her teeth together as she watched him.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 26, 2015 14:19:48 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
The conversation had taken a dramatic turn, and all the tension that had built up between them didn't seem to matter now. They may have just made an amazing discovery, and Zach felt a momentary feeling of elation that made him forget he was an alcoholic, good at making enemies, and had just gotten slapped.
He waited patiently as Lori maneuvered her leg out of the splintered wood plank. She was definitely bleeding, and though instinct made him want to touch her, help her, he held himself back. No going with his gut on this one. Lori didn't want him to act like he loved her, right? So stop caring. He sniffled, wiped his nose absent-mindedly, and turned his attention back to the cavern below. He positioned his head so the sunlight wouldn't block his view; he could see the ground. It was maybe ten feet under them.
He stood up and kicked some more of the broken wood away. Common sense may have been to look and see if it was some kind of hinged door, but he was too excited to take his time looking. He made a hole just big enough to slip through, and started lowering his legs into it, when Lori asked him to be careful. He paused, arms holding up his weight, and looked at her with a stubborn expression, but he could not hide the traces of regret in his eyes. It felt sweet to hear her speak his name, and yet, it made him uncomfortable in a way he couldn't explain.
"Does it really matter?" he asked her wistfully, accusatory. Implying that harm to him would mean nothing to her. He was pretty sure she'd be just fine without him after what she told him. "You can just find another guy to fuck and you'll be alright."
He dropped himself down after that. Perhaps he was harsh, but really, it was just matter-of-fact, right?
He may have dwelled more on how Lori might react to that, but his attention was suddenly torn away to what was in front of him. There were makeshift wooden shelving lined all along a dirt and stone wall. The shelves were stocked full of cans, bottles, many of them empty, but others were full of something liquid. Of what, he didn't know yet. He first made a visual sweep around him before investigating the contents.
There was an old, musty pile of dried palm leaves in the corner, covered in layers of dirt, but they were gathered and flattened in a way that suggested some kind of bed. Someone had slept here. There was no sign of any recent activity, though. The sunlight filtering in offered just enough light to see that dust was stirring in the air, and it covered every inch of everything in here. Not even a footprint was seen in it's dozen square feet of sandy ground.
He stepped over to the closest shelf, nearest to the sunlight, and picked up a bottled sealed over by palm leaves, tiied intricately around the stem as a cap. He made quick work of ripping it open, and the potent smell of aged bourbon hit his nostrils, and it smelled better to him than the sweetest of roses.
"Um, Lori. If you're still up there... Get in here."
His eyes stayed trained on the bottle for a few more moments, and then, he took another wide-eyed look around at all the unopened bottles there were. Weeks upon weeks worth of bottles here! Was it all liquor, or was there food, too?
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Post by sammikay on Oct 26, 2015 16:41:43 GMT -5
She grew nervous as he lowered himself into the hole. She bent down, careful of her new scratches as she did so. She felt the sting, but it came from his words instead of the cuts on her legs. She clenched her teeth and stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. "No, it doesn't matter," she hissed back. "Maybe I will find some other guy. I think Logan may be available," she snapped, turning away from him. She had tried to be a friend. To show concern. And here he was, snapping back at her like she had intended to bury him in that cavern.
She waited until he was down in the hole, but once his head fell beneath she grabbed up a rock near by and hurled it into the jungle with an angry grunt. Zach was so infuriated! She continued hurling things around, breaking a small sweat as she did so, until Zach called back for her. How long had he been down there? At least five objects had flew through the air since he was down there. She was tempted to just walk away, but the tone of Zach's voice made her question what she should do.
She quietly dangled her feet over the edge of the hole, barely able to pick out his curly hair beneath. She lowered herself down, stirring up dust as she landed. "What," she growled, crossing her arms back over her chest. She looked around, unimpressed with the bottles that lined the walls. It didn't look like anything to her. But, then she saw that Zach had a bottle in his hands. "Zach, what the hell? You don't know what's in there. Don't drink it!" she snapped, grabbing for the bottle to get it away from him. All they needed was him dying of some kind of infection from whatever was in that bottle.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She has used up all of the alcohol that she had scavenged from the wreck, and is down to her very last cigarette. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 26, 2015 17:36:31 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Was Lori's reaction justified, or was Zach's? Their relationship seemed to be a seesaw of blame so far. They both had such strong personalities. Zach was only able to brush off her snide retaliation of hurtful words because of his attention being grabbed by a force more powerful than her bitching. Otherwise, he'd have been pretty angry being left to stew with the thought of Logan going anywhere near Lori in that manner. Logan angered him even more than Lori ever could, for reasons even more unexplainable.
He waited for her with patience as he studied the glass bottle, which seemed like some kind of old jar, actually. A honey jar, maybe. Others were shaped like vintage Coke bottles. There was wine, too, wine bottle were everywhere. He felt his heart beating rapidly as a cold sweat broke out on his skin.
Lori finally plopped into the room with him, and he turned to face her, though his eyes were still kept on the bourbon as his eyes glittered. He was ready to share in his glee when she suddenly snapped at him, even snatching the glass out of his hand. A smile actually apread across his face as he realized Lori had no idea what was happening right now.
"Lori. We must've died and gone to heaven. Smell what's in there," he told her, his voice hurried, and he reached over with both hands to place them overtop hers. He drew it closer to her face so she could get a whiff. Excitement took away all of his previous negativity, adding a bounce to his movements that spoke of happiness.
It was an alchoholics dream in here. What else would they find? He was grinning ear to ear as he waited for her reaction.
There was no thoughts of disappointment or shame, not even fear, though really, he should be very afraid. Who knows if he'd drink himself to death? All he cared about now was he suddenly had a safe haven here, and Lori was the one to find it with him, like some perfect twist of fate. No more shakes and shivers during the night.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 26, 2015 19:26:56 GMT -5
Lori was getting quickly annoyed with his excitement. What the hell was he so excited about in this hole? There were glass containers everywhere, dust, and she would assume mold. She noticed that when she snapped the bottle from him, he didn't even seem angry. That threw her for a loop, considering that he hadn't even reacted to her suggesting that her and Logan would hook up with Zach out of the picture. She furrowed her brows when he told her to smell it. Was he playing a trick? She imagined only the worst, like spoiled milk or molded over juice. But, when his hands touched her's, she let that melt away. She swallowed and brought it to her nose.
Heaven was short of what was in this.
She turned her face back up at him, her eyes glittering with the mischief that had faded away after they had finished drinking together that night. It was back full force now as she looked at him and whispered, "This is bourbon".
A smile broke out onto her face, and before she could even contemplate the gross-ness of placing her lips to the bottle, she did so and took a swig. Much like Zach, she was glowing with happiness from this discovery. Her last bottle had been poured down her arms, which now, were on their way to healing. But, pouring this down her throat immediately began to heal the internal. With the sweet spicy kiss of bourbon on her lips, Lori immediately grabbed the back of his head and planted her lips onto his own.
The kiss was small, didn't really mean anything, but it was a thank you to her. A thank you for inviting her down here when he could have left her up on top, completely clueless to this stash. She broke the kiss, brought the bottle to her lips for another close-eyed swig, and then held the bottle out to him. "Cheers," she said to him, grinning like a child in a candy store.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She has used up all of the alcohol that she had scavenged from the wreck, and is down to her very last cigarette. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 27, 2015 12:56:08 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zach tried to wait as patiently as he could for her to figure things out on her own. The changing of her expression was amusing for him and he couldn't help but match that same kind of glee that her eyes glittered with. Already, he wondered what would be of use in here (besides the drinks, of course) but even more so, he was internally debating whether or not to share it with anyone else. His mind was quick, but indecisive in this regard. Bitterly, he reminded himself that everyone else on this damned island was a selfish ass punk and why should he share? So everyone could get drunk and crazy?
Lori interrupted his thought process. His eyes watched her, but wasn't really paying attention, in the same moment that she placed a hand behind his head and drew him in for a kiss that tasted of strong booze. His heart raced and he could not pinpoint which was more enticing; her, or the drink he tasted. He wanted to shove his tongue deep into her mouth, but she pulled away as quickly as it had happened. His hands hadn't even gotten a feel of her lower back.
Zach felt uncomfortable after that. They had just fought about their differences, Lori exclaiming that she didn't want anything to do with loving him. That kiss didn't feel demanding or particularly loving, though. Maybe he shouldn't read into it. She could be trying to play games with him, and he loved games as long as he could win. Maybe he could learn to screw and run the way she did. As if to gain courage, his hand reached for the drink she had tasted, and he took a burning swig so big, it was hard to get it down. He about choked as he closed his eyes and shook his head a bit, shaking off the strong flavor. No more uncomfortable thoughts now, just a sense of right that softened his ever-churning anxieties.
"Good luck dragging me out of here," he said, swiping his tongue across his lips. "Your body really has a radar on it for good times, doesn't it?"
He took one more sip, turning his head to look at the shelf closest near them. He was going to get hammered trying everything here. There was enough for them to disappear for days.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 27, 2015 14:35:30 GMT -5
Lori in this moment could not be happier. Addiction took over as the thoughts of their fight drifted away. Her heart pounded in her chest, and for a moment, she wasn't sure if it were from the warm smack of the aged bourbon or the warm touch of Zach's lips. She smiled at him though as she moved away from him and began looking around at all the bottles. There were so many of them! She picked up a dark blue bottle, dust and mud collected on it to create a mask. She noticed right away that it had a cork, and corks were going to be very difficult to remove. She looked at him with a smile before rather ceremoniously hitting the neck of the bottle against a rock sticking out of the dirt wall.
It sprayed for just a few seconds, but Lori moved quickly to put her lips to the bottle so that the foam didn't go far. In that moment, standing there with a bloody leg, cotton shorts, and a sweaty dirty white tank top, Lori felt rejuvenated. She was back in her element. Her element of alcohol. And unlike Zach, a moment of guilty did not pass through her. She had no intentions of sharing. She had never played nice before now, why change? "I'd never want to drag you out of here," she cooed, taking another deep swig and feeling the liquid pour down her throat all the way to her stomach. The bubbly concoction that tasted like a mix of white wine and champagne swirled in her mouth like a makeshift mouthwash. She smiled as Zach talked about her body. It was a strong relief that he didn't subliminally call her a whore again. She was getting real tired of that.
"I've been known to find the good times," she said with a smile and a wink, turning away from him to look over the walls again. The place wasn't big, but it didn't really need to be. Whoever had been here before had exactly what he needed: the alcohol and a bed. Lori smirked, internally approving of this. There were a few crates scattered here and there, and she wondered what would be inside them. More alcohol? Maybe it was cocaine from the drug trades. Whatever it was, she was instantly curious. "Who do you think built this?" she asked, turning to look at Zach as he took another sip of the bourbon that he clutched in his hands as tightly as Lori clutched her own.
She took another long drag before setting down the bottle on one of the crates and bending to look at the sides, trying to find any kind of writing to clue in to what they would be. She ran her fingers along the sides, feeling for anything, because in the damp darkness, any writing on it was beyond her capabilities of seeing. She reached for her lighter, but after a moment's thought, she put it back to the side. She didn't need to light this whole place on fire.
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