THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the 6 things about the muse. People who get tagged need to write a post of their own 6 things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged
1 Opie has gotten pretty lazy after surviving county. He's sluggish, and eats a decent amount more than he used to. He won't volunteer for jobs as often and usually complains about being picked.
2 He sleeps like a rock. If he has slept for more than twenty minutes, you aren't waking him up for a few hours.
3 He never set foot in college. He took honors classes in high school, but he was set up with a job at TM so higher education was never a concern.
4 Opie used to have a tarantula when he was in junior high. Until Jax thought it'd be funny to put it in his pants while he was sleeping over and the thing bit his dick. It was gotten rid of promptly.
5 As a bearded individual, he finds a kick in watching Duck Dynasty once in a while. He's thankful he carries himself the way he does over the way a few of the individuals in that show do.
It's nothing new, they're always fighting. Alex is always putting holes in the walls or throwing things like a fucking child, and Audri's voice has developed a slight but permanent rasp to it if you listen close enough, too many days and nights of screaming until she can all but feel the small cracks in her skull becoming larger with the onset of another nasty headache.
She sees the beer bottle fly in her direction before it registers that it's actually flying towards her, the bottle cuts her off midway through "you cold-hearted son of a bitch" when it explodes into millions of brown pieces above and to the left of her head and ohshit, Alex is mad. As if it weren't already obvious, but this? This was different. She knows from history that when Alex is like this, there's no such thing is "calming down". She catches that all too familiar glint in those sinfully dark eyes of his (she finds it amusing that those very eyes that pulled her to him are the same eyes that chill her to the core when they're on her now), and it's not a minute later that she's outside, rounding the corner of the brick building, trying to calm a raging temper and a racing heart... and ignore the slight tremor in her bones.
His hand's wrapped around her arm with a grip like a vice and she's trying to pull away, only succeeds in making that grip tighter before it's gone all together. She looks back for all of a millisecond and --
blood, thick on her tongue, it tastes like copper and the searing pain in her jaw is only offset by a second blow, this one straight to the eye and she feels the skin underneath slice open on his rings. Everything feels slower than it is and she's being hauled up when wide brown eyes catch the rage in his for all of a second; the chill it sends up her spine barely has time to register and she doesn't have time to brace before her body's colliding with a brick wall, headfirst. There's a sharp, blinding pain that seems to resonate throughout her body, an agonizing cry of pain that she doesn't recognize as her own, there are words coming from Alex floating around her head; she can't focus enough to comprehend anything except the pain she feels, but she hears his promise of "this from here on out" loud and clear before she's thrown back to the concrete and he's walking away.
----------------
The first time she reconsiders painting their headboard with his blood and brain matter, she's already halfway through Illinois and it's roughly seventeen hours after it happens. There's a loud ringing in her ears, her bones feel as heavy as lead and she's forcing her eyes to stay open on the road. The small pit of fear in her stomach appeared about three hours earlier, she's still wondering where that fear was when she actually pulled the trigger. She's on the verge of regret when she thinks about how she's completely turned her life inside out in less than 24 hours, worries her teeth lightly on a split bottom lip when she thinks about the look on her mother's face when she told the woman she was leaving.
It's a quick glance in the mirror at the dark purple shading the left side of her face, however, combined with the pain behind a blackened eye that has her turning up the music. It's the ache of broken promises and two years worth of unshed tears burning behind her eyes that has her foot pressing a bit harder on the gas pedal. There's a vibration now, and she can feel every imperfection in the blacktop as she flies down the interstate.
97 miles per hour -- that's fast enough to leave painful memories and life-altering decisions in her dust, right?
Over the years, Audri has had a slew of piercings, including (but not limited to), her hipbones, nose and eyebrow. Currently, she’s still got metal her hipbones and her nipples, but other than the three holes lining her ears, she’s taken out everything else.
Food:
Audri’s got a massive sweet tooth, there’s no doubt about it. Her mother loved to bake and when Audri was living at home, if her mother was making any kind of dessert, the girl was found right there in the kitchen at her mother’s side… be it helping or sneaking tastes every other second.
Thanks to her mother, Audri loves to bake and, if asked, won’t hesitate to bake you any dessert you can think of... though her specialty is pot brownies.
Education:
Audri did pretty well in school. She was a lazy student who liked to skip class and a heavy procrastinator, but she always managed to get things done at the last minute… and had a knack for getting A’s in those times as well. Audri was (and is) a huge Chemistry nerd — and yes, she was involved in accidentally blowing a hole in the chem lab’s roof. Trial and error, people, trial and massive error.
Blood.
A lot of blood. Too much blood, and in hindsight, maybe she shouldn't have pulled the knife back out of his neck, maybe she could have avoided the way the blood seemed to just spurt from the wound. Something that, in her truest fashion, had Audri quickly moving across the tile, her back against the oven to avoid the sudden red that sprayed forth… though not fast enough, as her shirt was left more crimson than white.
“Goddamn it all to hell.”
Her phone lay on the ground in the living room right where she dropped it the moment she’d been grabbed, a text sent to Juice only minutes earlier detailing her unease that something was going to happen to her that day. It was a heavy, dark energy that seemed to wrap itself around Audri from the moment she woke, an urging to stay alert running through her. Now, as she stared at the dead body of her also-dead ex’s best friend, all the girl could do was stand up on untrustworthy legs, leaning her body against the counter as the death grip she held on the knife slackened ever so slightly. The initial fear and adrenaline of the attack was slowly fading, she could feel the beginnings of numerous bruises forming, an intense ache settling in the gaps of her ribcage. Small cuts from rings slicing through skin stung along her cheek, left her staring back down at the body with a futile wish that her problems stayed exactly where she left them, across the country.
The roar of a nearing motorcycle had Audri sighing, a corpse and a bloody woman were the very last things anyone needed, and she glared down at the body for a moment as if cursing him once again. It was the blond hair that walked through the unlocked door that had confusion etching her features. She’d only been in Charming for a few weeks, but she recognized him from the few times she made her way to Teller-Morrow… given the scene he’d just walked in on, the girl could only hope he knew how to help her fix yet another mess added to a troublesome list that’d become far too long.
“I’m gonna assume Juice sent you... and that you’re probably wantin’ to know what happened,” she said, looking up at the barely familiar face. “I’m Audri, and on the other side of this counter is a... dead not-friend of mine,” she sighed, darkened brown eyes flickering towards the body on the ground. Sharp teeth nipped at her bottom lip momentarily and she finally released her grip on the knife, letting it rest on the counter, conflicted brown meeting confused and surprised blue as she looked back up.
“As you can see, we kinda had a little bit of trouble..." she said, bringing up the uninjured arm to close her index and thumb almost completely together.
so, i had a pair of boots a few years back, and they were my favorite boots in the world. nothing could compare to them, i was on top of the world and no one could bring me down when i was wearing them.
apparently though, water on the stairs could bring me and my boots down, and i fell straight down two flights of stairs as classes were changing and just laid there on the ground for about a minute trying to figure out what happened... in the end all i could do was just stand up and try to mask my wounded pride and incredibly sore ass.
