althea. (pixiecut) wrote,
@ 2011-06-16 09:16:00

past, present, future, anything works.

the table;

001 Whipped Cream.	002 Peaceful.	003 First.	004 Last.	005 Coffee.
006 Pirates.	007 Rose.	008 Hide and Seek.	009 Code.	010 Ring.
011 Chocolate.	012 Cookie.	013 Cake.	014 Candy.	015 Ice Cream.
016 Storytime.	017 Hell.	018 Frame.	019 Dust.	020 Erection.
021 Shadows.	022 Sword.	023 New Year.	024 Sunset.	025 Dawn.
026 First Sight.	027 First Kiss.	028 First Date.	029 Beginning.	030 End.
031 Quest.	032 Rainbow.	033 Love.	034 Lust.	035 Travel.
036 Dark Alley.	037 Genetics.	038 Jump Rope.	039 Body.	040 Poker.
041 Money.	042 Poetry.	043 Cigarettes.	044 Arrest.	045 Drown.
046 Dare.	047 Werewolf.	048 Vampire.	049 Monster.	050 Valentine.
051 Knife.	052 Ball.	053 Pillow Fight.	054 Disappearance.	055 Law.
056 Horse.	057 Hat.	058 Moonlight.	059 Scream.	060 Kinky.
061 Silk.	062 Priest.	063 Firelight.	064 Map.	065 Toys.
066 Drag.	067 Tattoo.	068 Candlelight.	069 Blindfold.	070 Piercing.
071 Touch.	072 Taste.	073 Smell.	074 Sight.	075 Hearing.
076 Ritual.	077 Computer.	078 Bondage.	079 One Night Stand.	080 Mirror.
081 Dance.	082 Secret.	083 War.	084 Moon.	085 Sun.
086 Stars.	087 Fire.	088 Earth.	089 Water.	090 Air.
091 Exotic.	092 Innocent.	093 Grudge.	094 Evil.	095 Perfect.
096 Promise.	097 Forever.	098 Duel.	099 Reservation.	100 Campfire.

101 Gloves.	102 Woods.	103 Angry.	104 Watching the Clock.	105 Glory.
106 Sleeping In.	107 Awake.	108 Claim.	109 Pet.	110 Gift.
111 Winter.	112 Spring.	113 Autumn.	114 Summer.	115 Change.
116 Gold.	117 Silver.	118 White.	119 Black.	120 Red.
121 Green.	122 Blue.	123 Purple.	124 Yellow.	125 Pink.
126 Paint.	127 Blind.	128 Deaf.	129 Mute.	130 Mountains.
131 Work.	132 Alone.	133 Babble.	134 Content.	135 Devious.
136 Hairbrush.	137 Incense.	138 Leather.	139 Eternity.	140 Afterlife.
141 Wish.	142 Storm.	143 Candles.	144 Miracle.	145 Slut.
146 Future.	147 Masturbate.	148 Ecstasy.	149 Chart.	150 Patience.
151 Safe.	152 Superpowers.	153 Nightmare.	154 Dream.	155 Accident.
156 Escape.	157 Victim.	158 Oil.	159 Beach.	160 Snowed In.
161 Diamond.	162 Heart.	163 Spade.	164 Club.	165 Joker.
166 Sick.	167 Belief.	168 Deception.	169 Teddy Bear.	170 Imagination.
171 Kitten.	172 Christmas.	173 Virgin.	174 Lost.	175 Found.
176 Exploration.	177 Costumes.	178 Puppy.	179 Balance.	180 Energetic.
181 Cranky.	182 Fight.	183 Nature.	184 Exhausted.	185 Embarrassed.
186 Intimidated.	187 Confused.	188 Frustrated.	189 Nostalgic.	190 Hot.
191 Snow.	192 Rain.	193 Anonymous.	194 Playful.	195 Cold.
196 Sky.	197 Freedom.	198 Thankful.	199 Vulnerable.	200 Ghost.

201 Naughty.	202 Need.	203 Justice.	204 Riddle.	205 Flight.
206 Curse.	207 Champagne.	208 Ice Cube.	209 Beans.	210 Jail.
211 Wolf.	212 Hawk.	213 Whiskey.	214 Beer.	215 Wine.
216 Clue.	217 Blackmail.	218 Slow.	219 School.	220 Haunting.
221 Court.	222 Trade.	223 Heartache.	224 Stolen Moments.	225 Betrayal.
226 Spy.	227 Vodka.	228 Imagination.	229 Balloons.	230 Daydream.
231 Sleepover.	232 Book.	233 Lovers.	234 Strangers.	235 Friends.
236 Blood.	237 Burn.	238 Slow.	239 Family.	240 Enemies.
241 Broken.	242 Murder.	243 Reunited.	244 Fur.	245 Castle.
246 Battle.	247 Picnic.	248 Wedding.	249 Forbidden.	250 Rebellion.
251 Letter.	252 Forgiveness.	253 Gag.	254 Dancing.	255 Kidnap.
256 Surprise.	257 Desert.	258 Suspect.	259 Birth.	260 Death.
261 Choice.	262 Silence.	263 Pounce.	264 Interest.	265 Discovery.
266 Dinner.	267 Music.	268 Temper.	269 Decisions.	270 Giggly.
271 Skating.	272 Midnight.	273 Fireflies.	274 Pain.	275 Dark.
276 Hours.	277 Days.	278 Weeks.	279 Months.	280 Years.
281 Interrogation.	282 Poison.	283 Adultery.	284 Conspiracy.	285 Youth.
286 Big.	287 Small.	288 Round.	289 Beaten.	290 Practice.
291Space.	292 Cemetery.	293 Amused.	294 Razor.	295 Cuddle.
296 Drunk.	297 Greed.	298 Revenge.	299 Research.	300 Good Intentions.

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	tyrion 2011-06-16 12:13 pm UTC (link)
	297, 154! (Reply to this)(Thread)

I might do the other later. Here's greed.

pixiecut
2011-06-16 12:44 pm UTC (link)

Her mom always worried about her eating too much candy. Her father liked to say it was because Althea's grandfather had been a dentist and her mother was just trying to make sure she grew up as miserable as she was and snuck his daughter bags of M & Ms and packets of Reese Cups whenever possible. Her mom just told her that her smile was important because it was the first thing people saw. Althea honestly didn't see the point of worrying about her teeth when she was seven. She had lost two already.

The candy was almost always in her mother's purse, something she had been told not to go snooping around in unless someone specifically said so, but she was out shopping so Althea didn't see the harm. Candy deprived in her early years or not, her mother had a sweet tooth now and always kept something handy. Lifesavers weren't her favorite, (her mother usually stuck to chocolate) but she could hardly afford to be picky. She tore some paper of the already opened roll and knew she had to be careful. If she took more than the one already in her hand, she would have to tear off more and that would be a dead giveaway.

It was butter rum flavored and stuck to her teeth one it had gotten had gotten thin enough to bite. She stuck a finger in her mouth, trying to get a bit of it off one her mother came in, plastic K Mart bags in hand just in time to see the torn off bits of wrapper (and her purse) in her daughter's lap.

"Thea!" she scolded. "Have you been eating candy?"

"Dad said I could have some?" she offered with what she hoped was an innocent smile and a shrug.

After that Jenna started hiding things in the glove compartment of her car. Her daughter figured that out a couple weeks later.

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	pianoforte 2011-06-16 01:09 pm UTC (link)
	2 - peaceful (Reply to this)(Thread)

pixiecut
2011-06-16 01:44 pm UTC (link)

Everyone told her that she would miss suburbia once she got to New York, but she's never looked back. She still needs absolute silence when she's working. The only sound she needs or wants to her is her guitar as selfish as that might be. There's too much going on in her head at any given moment, but at the end of a busy day there's only one thing that can calm her down.

She usually makes a cup of tea first, peppermint or vanilla before slipping into her most comfortable pajama pants (the ones covered in snowmen that she really should only be wearing during the winter months) and heads out onto her balcony. It needs a new chair. The green striped cushion on hers is missing a button and the stuffing has settled into a permanent lump, but it hardly seems to matter after a while. The city's even noisier than any number of scattered thoughts in her brain. The couple down the street screaming at each other have problems that seem much more complicated than hers, drowning them out completely.

It's a strange little symphony that's always been comforting because on some level, even back home, organized chaos is all she's ever known.

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	pianoforte 2011-06-17 12:04 am UTC (link)
	I really love this, I feel like it said a lot about her. The imagery in this is beautiful, I could really sense how at peace she was, despite being in the middle of the cacophony that's New York City! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	abcd 2011-06-16 01:15 pm UTC (link)
	Watching the clock. (Reply to this)(Thread)

pixiecut
2011-06-16 02:01 pm UTC (link)

Althea was starting to wonder if she was the ultimate cliche. New York was full of artists, dancers, singers, actors who swore they were just biding their time waiting tables because they had bills to pay. Then something that was supposed to be a temporary thing became your life, your career if you were too proud to pack up, head home and admit that you had failed.

She had been working at Carmella's for about six months now and was already a pro at scooping gelato for tourists who barely even looked her in the eye. Last week she thought about going to back to school, kicking herself for leaving when she only had a few years left until she remembered her scholarship had walked out the door when she had.

There were no pity parties today. Okay, so maybe a gig at a crappy bar that held about ten people wasn't Madison Square Garden, but it was something. She had a show. A light at the end of this dreary tunnel of a day. Or she would if time stopped playing tricks on her.

"Hey, Jamie. What time is it?!" she asked eagerly once her customer, a skinny blonde with dreadlocks shoved a straw in her iced latte and headed out.

"5:37. And for those of you playing the home game, that's exactly seven minutes after the last time you asked," he said dryly.

"Sorry," she said with a sheepish smile even though she was sure it had to be later. "Hey, are you coming to my show?"

Her coworker shook his head but there was a smile on his face. "Sure. But first I'm buying you your own watch."

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	abcd 2011-06-16 06:25 pm UTC (link)
	i loved the glimpse into her pre fame life! it was good! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	tyrell 2011-06-16 02:46 pm UTC (link)
	187. (Reply to this)

	gobsmacked 2011-06-16 02:52 pm UTC (link)
	171 - kitten 300 - good intentions (Reply to this)

	betaphi 2011-06-16 03:04 pm UTC (link)
	115. (Reply to this)

	celebi 2011-06-16 05:41 pm UTC (link)
	220 - haunting (Reply to this)

	cannibalism 2011-06-16 06:32 pm UTC (link)
	049 (Reply to this)

	edison 2011-06-16 07:24 pm UTC (link)
	jump rope, ritual, court, battle, confused, rain, blind, paint, and perfect! (Reply to this)

	bronn 2011-06-17 02:19 am UTC (link)
	174, lost! (Reply to this)

	mugatu 2011-06-17 02:23 am UTC (link)
	blindfold (Reply to this)

	losfeliz 2011-06-18 03:56 am UTC (link)
	249. Forbidden! (Reply to this)

	connery 2011-06-18 10:21 am UTC (link)
	287 (Reply to this)

	parklife 2011-06-18 02:17 pm UTC (link)
	hide and seek! (Reply to this)

	turnballac 2011-06-18 04:03 pm UTC (link)
	238 Slow 216 Clue (Reply to this)

	sorry if i doubled up! mojave 2011-06-21 02:17 am UTC (link)
	173 and 245 (Reply to this)(Thread)

pixiecut
2011-06-21 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Okay, doing virgin because I've been meaning to do this in narrative form but everyone's written a first time narrative so....

It hurts, but no more than she expected. When it's all over neither of them says anything, though a little voice in the back of her mind is screaming that he could totally tell that she didn't know what she was doing. When he falls asleep, she can't help but feel a little relieved.

She can't help but stare either.

Conor's more beautiful than handsome. He's also the resident manwhore on campus Tall, with pale skin scattered with freckles and cheekbones that even Bowie would envy. His lips were softer than she expected, pouty, girly even. And that stupid voice in the back of her mind kicks in again.

Of course he's androgynous. Of course she chose someone who wants nothing more than exactly what just happened after a few too many beers.

When he doesn't call, she doesn't mind. Seeing him around another girl a few weeks later stings, but only because she hears him whispering the same things in her ear that he whispered into hers. Didn't she even warrant some new material?

She doesn't feel different. Not at all. She feels nothing and that's even worse.

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	mojave 2011-06-22 03:55 am UTC (link)
	awwww, althea. :( jo would've kicked his ass. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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