* THE FUTILE , open

[MARY JANE FOX]

B A B Y G I R L, I ' M A B L U R .

Why was she here again? Oh yeah, she was dead.

It was still a hard concept for MJ to grasp, unlike the beer bottle that was in her left hand that she was clinging to like her dead life depended on it. Not that it really did, since her life ended about a month ago, but old habits died hard. Loud music coursed its way through the crowd and to her ears, the smell of booze mixed with sweat and sex filled the atmosphere of this out of control and out of class house party. MJ wasn't even sure why she was there let alone how she ended up with a free beer but hey, she wasn't going to complain. Beer was beer, and if it helped settle her nerves she was all for it. She had been here a month and she still had yet to meet someone, but she had to start somewhere, right? Right, but this house party was definitely getting out of hand.

As she slithered her way through the crowd MJ tried her best to keep her eyes on the floor and not on the people around her. There were girls topless, guys without pants on, people doing lines of coke in the bathroom - this place was a complete wreck. Surely the people who lived (for lack of better words) in this purgatory like state had more class then this, right? This evening was starting to make MJ wonder if she really was dead or not. This seemed like every other party she had went to when she was still alive, just more .. out of control. She scuffed at her unrealistic thoughts. I'm dead, she reminded herself in thought. Stop wishing you weren't and accept it.

Reaching the edge of the dancing people in the living room MJ managed to make her way outside, her cold beer still in her hand as she took a long sip. She grimaced at the taste, examining the bottle. Yup, beer still tasted like piss. Glancing to her left as she excited the back of the house for some fresh air she spotted a boy and a girl on the porch right outside the door, playing tonsil hockey it looked like. No longer wishing to carry her beer around MJ casually stood on her tippy toes and tipped the bottle over, pouring it out on the couple that apparently didn't care where they were. Disgusting. The girl gasped, and the boy broke his lips away from hers just to look at MJ as she carelessly dropped the bottle at their feet. "What the hell!" The guy protested, MJ merely shrugging smugly, responding with "Get a room, Christ."

With that she turned her heels and walked off into the lawn, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her cellphone. She paused after seeing it in her hands, realizing she didn't know anyone. So even if she wanted to leave and go somewhere else the only option was to wonder around town alone. "Perfect," she muttered, slouching lightly as she stood in the fresh and crisp nighttime air.

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TAGS: Open!

[JASON BRYAN HADRIDGE]

Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark

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Ever since he started college Jason knew that the parties wouldn't change that much. He had all ready been attending any and all that happened since he had arrived in the Dirge, although in the beginning most of his time was spent at the club. A party was still a party nonetheless but for now house parties seemed to be where the action was at and by action he meant entertainment. The club was always good for dancing and drinking but at least at an actual house party he could dance around, drink, mingle, and figure out who was who. After being in the Dirge for so long it was easy to recognize faces, at least for him. There was a never ending supply of fresh faces when it was possible for anyone to die. Perhaps if he focused more on college he could meet more people but the classes were just as entertaining as the ones in high school, which he had spent most of his time ditching. There was a reason why school wasn't for everyone and here it seemed even more pointless to receive an education. What was the use?

With a now empty beer bottle in hand he walked out of the house party, not caring for it any more. It was time to move on to the next one, which was easy to get to by flying with his wings. Tossing the beer bottle aside he took off into the air, his wings propelling him forward through the night air. There was at least one more party he would check out before calling it quits, that would of course be after he had plenty to drink. There was no use in letting good alcohol go to waste on stomachs that couldn't handle it. He spotted the house that was his last stop and began his descent, zooming towards the ground just for the adrenaline rush. Of course it was more exciting when he had far too much to drink but it took him a while to reach that point and he wasn't there just yet. The landing was easy enough as he barely slowed down right in time, although he didn't notice until the last second that there was a girl all ready standing a few feet away from where he was heading. With a swoop of his wings Jason's feet touched the ground before his wings retracted onto his back. "Sorry about that." he apologized as he ran a hand through his hair, "I didn't think anyone would be out here during the party. You all right?"

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TAGGED: Mary
WORD COUNT: Enough
LYRICS: Fall Out Boy
NOTES: Here goes nothing