[ we're too young to fall asleep ,, jason ]

[moxcianna beaux sharpe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/2571/17399a21.png)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] ...ALL'S THERE TO LOVE ,, ➼ You're not my eater I'm not your food Love you for God Love you for the Mother Eat me In the space Within my heart Love you for God Love you for the Mother ❤ ❣❣ She just couldn't remember. She couldn't remember what happened after that... The benevolent laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom, watching as the sun slowly rose from the horizon and spill it's lights across the room like a full paint bucket against a white canvas. Another night without sleep... How long was this going to go on? Moxcianna had a hunch that it would not stop until she remembered what had happen that night at the party. Since then, no one talked to her anymore; not even her boyfriend. She must've done something to piss him off; maybe gotten drunk and ended up flirting with that guy that offered her a beer... No that couldn't have been it. She was pregnant; she knew better than to drink alcohol. Placing a hand on her stomach, Moxy took a breath and rolled over to her side. She screwed everything up. She was supposed to be out of the house and living in some isolated... cottage in the middle of the woods, away from society and out of this house. Now what? She was like... the slut of society. Not even Tanya would talk to her anymore, and that was what she missed the most. Conversation. Sitting up when her door suddenly opened, she watched as her mother came in. "Does no one have to knock anymore?" She asked her slightly bitterly as she sat up from her bed. Seriously, just because they weren't talking to her and were mad or whatever, did not mean that they didn't have to respect her privacy. Old people now days... Once again, she was ignored by her mother as the woman went about her business, cleaning up her daughter's room and opening the window. Leaning against the wall next to her bed, Moxy watched silently. "You don't have to do that, you know..." She told her. "My room isn't even dirty..." Ignored again, Moxy sighed and shook her head. Standing up to move toward her. "Mom..." "I don't know why you did this to us..." Her mother suddenly spoke as she stared at a picture of Moxy as a child, sitting on Gabriel's lap with Tanya sitting beside him. "You didn't have to throw your life away for some delinquent boy." Picking up the picture and wiping dust off of it, Capuletta spoke void of emotion. "I didn't throw my life away. I'm happy." Moxy tried telling her, only to watch her mother break out in tears. The teen could do nothing but watch as her mother took a long minuet to cry, swiping away the tears that poured down her face in grief. She was so confused. Was it really that bad? Was her mother really that stuck up with outward appearance that she was going to cry over it? Taking a breath, the girl felt a stab of annoyance cut into her and her face twisted into an expression of hatred. "You're such a big baby..." Her mother whirled away, drying off her face as she headed out of Moxy's room. Closing the door with a loud bang. "Grow up!" Moxy screamed at her mother before instantly regretting it. Goddammit. Why did she always end up talking to her that way. They never did get along anymore; it was like two alpha females fighting for territory; and that territory was Moxy's free will. Well she'd be damned if she ever gave that up. Nothing could keep her down, and with that thought, the unruly teen slipped out of her window and scaled down the roof; hitting the ground silently when she jumped. Walking off on her own, she decided to take the trail that led south into the country lands. She could always think better there; not to mention, the horses were always pretty to look at. There was often on that she had made a habit of visiting. A chestnut mare named Ginger Snaps. Apparently, she was named that by her owners because of her feisty temperament and habit of biting. Whenever Moxy visited, however, the mare was nothing but sweet to her. Sometimes she fed her a sugar cube, a favorite of Gingers if Moxy couldn't get a hold of any fruits or vegetables. Clicking her tongue as she reached the Corral, she watches as the pretty, chestnut mare approached her, nickering a bit as she did. Ginger tossed her head, sniffing at her human friend who reached out a hand toward her. "Come on girl, what's wrong?" Moxy asked. The horse continued tossing her head, keeping a distance just out of reach of the teenager. "You're being a tease today, aren't you?" she asked as she smiled a bit, choosing to sit down on the grass and watch the horse pace around the corral restlessly. "Yeah... I know how you feel. If it were up to me, I'd let you out." ➼ Mother fountain Or live or not at all The most level Sunken chapel Love you for God Love you for the Mother All's there to love Only love ❤ ... black milk ,,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,380,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/2571/17399a21.png)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] ... STICKY NOTES ,, TAGG: Harley/Jason Mckinley WORDS: 803 OUTFIT: here SOUNDTRACK: black milk - massive attack LYRICS: black milk - massive attack NOTE: it's here!! and it's sucky.... :p SPEECH DIRECTORY: moxy - "dialog", thoughts

[jason alexander mckinley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i1225.photobucket.com/albums/ee384/chevygirl_1375/Backgrounds/36-01_crazykira.jpg)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] with just a look they shook And heavens bowed before him, simply a look can break your heart. The stars that pierce the sky he left them all behind. We’re left to wonder why he left us all behind. Hey miss murder, can I make beauty stay if I take my life? dreams of his crash won’t pass, oh, how they all adored him, beauty will last when spiraled down ----xx Beep. Beep. Beep. A light groan left the lips of the young man who’s head was buried into his pillow, hand slowly slipping from the covers and patting around on the nightstand until his hand found the alarm clock. Bleary eyes looked at the time; six o’clock in the morning. The hand slammed down on the snooze button and dropped, hanging off the side and swaying just a bit, face falling back into the pillow and low snore escaping not even seconds later. Three months on the farm and you would think that he would have gotten use to at least attempting to wake up early, but most of his life had been spent with late nights and sleeping in during the mornings until nine or ten in the morning. Sleep had overcome Jason once again, the soft bed and pillows pulling him in, and another snore slipped out. Beep. Beep. Beep. Shit. He finally sat up, knowing that trying to hit the snooze button any more would only lead him to frustration until he felt like throwing the alarm clock against the wall. Of course he already felt like throwing the damn thing across the room, but feeling and acting were two different things and he rubbed his face, his hands slipping through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck. There was still a bit of a sunburn back there, he could feel it, the skin still warmer to the touch than the rest of him, and he shrugged a bit while stumbling into his bathroom. Splashing cold water against his skin, Jason looked up at the mirror and yawned before drying his face off; dark circles resided under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in days, and that was mostly because he hadn’t actually slept more than four or five hours a night. No, not because he was constantly working, but because his insomnia had kicked back in and he was just not…sleeping well. But those circles would disappear after a couple hours of being awake and a Monster in his system, which the fridge was stocked full of. Getting out of the shorts he was in, Jason pulled on a shirt and ran down the stairs, his first stop being the fridge to get his source of caffeine, and then he was on the porch. The farm his mother had owned wasn’t large, at least not as large as the ones that he had seen around the area, but it was big enough that he was glad there were hired hands to help out. The sun colored the sky in a light yellow as it pushed back and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen, which meant that it was going to be hot and he was probably going to be miserable…again. It was, however, something that he had gotten use to over the past few months and once he started working then he usually found himself enjoying it to some certain degree. The sound of the screen door closing jarred Jason from his thoughts and he turned his head, watching Cletus step forward, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, and the older man looked down at the Monster. “That shit is going to kill you one of these days. And what the hell are you doing in plaid? Redneck…” The teasing note in his voice was obvious even in Jason’s half awake state of mind and he rolled his eyes, “it was the first thing I put on this morning Cletus, give me a break…” But the older man wasn’t going to give him a break and he knew it, which was why now was the perfect time for Jason to go along and start feeding the animals and letting the horses from their pens to run around. Setting his Monster back inside ( he learned the hard way that bugs loved the sweet smell and tended to land in his drink ) and ran down the steps, jogging over to the horses first and making sure they were fed. Horses, then the pigs, the chickens, and the cows. They only had a few animals of each, but it was enough that it took him easily a couple of hours to get it all done, and he was starting to get to the point where he could do it without getting any of the pig slop on his clothes. Except his boots…his boots were always dirty. Jason leaned against the fence that held the horses, reaching up pet one as she stepped over to him. The mare butted his hand with her snout and he chuckled, reaching into a nearby feeding bag and holding out oats to her. He never could remember their names, with the exception of one of them who had been named after his grandmother. A beautifully spotted tan and white mare with a temper that could make even the bravest of stallions back down; oh yes, it was difficult to forget Eileen. The mare he was feeding gave the palm of his hand one more go over and then turned away, moving from the fence and going to prance around with the other horses. And with that, Jason was headed off to the house again, grabbing his Monster and sighing. “You should go do something.” He looked at Cletus, thinking the man meant on the farm, but he was pointing to the dirt road that led away from the farmhouse and Jason caught the drift. He had found that arguing with older man was a useless endeavor that usually ended with Jason getting boxed in the ears with his powerful fists, so instead he went to change his shoes and then walked out of the house and headed down the path. It really wasn’t that far from the rest of the town, but there were about three other farms that he passed by, and Jason had started to notice horses were a rather common thing; and everyone seemed to have more than he did. Not that he actually cared; the four mares and the one stallion were enough for him. His eyes spotted the sight of a blonde teenage girl standing at a fence, doing what he would assume to be talking to one of the horses and he slowed his pace a little. He wasn’t all that sure what he was even going to say, but anything had to be better than just ignoring her and walking right past, right? “Uh…hey…” he said, rather lamely if he did say so himself, and he stood just a few feet away, probably looking like a rather awkward boy at the moment. TAGGED iron/moxy WORDS 1,106 OUTFIT here NOTES oh hey there~

[moxcianna beaux sharpe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/2571/17399a21.png)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] ...ALL'S THERE TO LOVE ,, ➼ You're not my eater I'm not your food Love you for God Love you for the Mother Eat me In the space Within my heart Love you for God Love you for the Mother ❤ ❣❣ "Would you settle down?" Moxy stared at Ginger as the equestrian continued to pace listlessly. Her hand had long since dropped from it's inviting hover for a pat on the horses snout. It now lay against the fence limply and her eyes stayed trained on the uneasy horse. This was odd, even for Ginger. It was like she couldn't recognize her good friend or something. Or maybe she was just upset about Moxy not bringing her any goodies. The dirty blonde knew one thing for sure; she wouldn't have been happy if someone forgot her favorite snacks and then demanded attention. How about a boot in the ass instead, where's my nommies bitch? Forcing a small and amused smirk away, Moxy took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. At least it was a nice day today. She had always loved the country side of Velveteen; always dreamed of someday having her own farm. To ride a horse out across the plains like some headstrong cowgirl ( well... she got the headstrong quality down already ). Watch the sunset-- really watch it. Not from her bedroom window where trees and buildings stood in the way, but out in an open field of nothing but tranquility. Oh she supposed that this was getting a little sappy... but there was still to hoping. Maybe instead of the forests, she'd run away to the countryside. At least it'd be a good place to raise a kid... Moxy still managed to cringe at the word. Pregnant. If one could feel like a complete dumb ass but at the same time, very accomplished; Moxy was that person. It wasn't like teenage pregnancy was uncommon, but boy was it frowned upon. Especially by the parents... She didn't know whether to be scared or glad. Glad that something was finally giving her enough of a shove to get away from the poisonous fumes that lingered in her household and made everyone turn against her. It was like chocking on asphyxiation. “Uh…hey…” The sudden sound of someone speaking made her jump a little. She turned to see a boy... man? Man-boy? Standing next to her rather awkwardly. Obviously she wasn't the only one who had absolutely nothing to do... or maybe this was his farm... and his horse? Then again, this would be about the time he stated that she was trespassing and needed to leave, yadda yadda yadda. Calmly, she glanced back at Ginger and tilted her head, shrugging a bit. "Hay is for horses...." She replied to him, a tad jokingly. Raising her eyebrows, she continued with a smirk on one side of her lips slowly creasing into view. "Better for cows... Pigs don't eat it 'cause they don't know how." Brushing her hand through her hair, she glanced at him again and smiled a bit. "I'm Moxy.... Is this your farm?" ➼ Mother fountain Or live or not at all The most level Sunken chapel Love you for God Love you for the Mother All's there to love Only love ❤ ... black milk ,,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,380,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/2571/17399a21.png)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] ... STICKY NOTES ,, TAGG: Harley/Jason Mckinley WORDS: 469 OUTFIT: here SOUNDTRACK: black milk - massive attack LYRICS: black milk - massive attack NOTE: it's here!! and it's sucky.... :p SPEECH DIRECTORY: moxy - "dialog", thoughts