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Layla Williams (laylawilliams) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-22 18:17:00

Current mood:	cheerful
Entry tags:	complete, day 33, layla williams, spike

Who: Layla Williams, Spike and Laura Moon?
When: Day 33, sundown.
Where: The bar closest to Spike's and Layla's rooms.
Status: Incomplete.
Warning: Pg-13 for now, might go higher.

Layla had gotten ready after talking to Spike. Her hair was pulled into two low ponytails, wearing a gauzy, light green top and a long, denim skirt with sandals, wearing pink nail polish on her nails and toenails, red lipstick and some mascara. Layla wasn't used to going out drinking, so she thought it was a new occasion, having her "Alcoholic Cherry Popped," sounded like she needed to dress up some. Layla waited there patiently, she had eaten a hearty meal before she came out. Salad, fruit smoothie and a tofu wrap so that she could drink and not get sick too soon. Now, she was just drinking some seltzer water with a twist of lime and waited patiently for whoever else was to arrive. Humming, 'What a wonderful world' to herself. She also wished for some Brick Bats to be played and lo' and behold, it was playing in the background. "Chapter 1 Funeral Drive."

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laylawilliams
2009-02-26 01:28 am UTC (link)

Layla was still hurting from earlier, at least she stopped crying. Layla always felt so connected to her plants, they were her best friends, even here she got teased for it, but she would never admit how much that hurt her. The sad thing was, the reason she posted to her journal and got lambasted for it, was because she was homesick for the people who knew her, completed her, knew all of her secrets and knew how much of a private person she was, after all. All the things they said made her eyes mist up, so what did she do, leaned over and grabbed the shot of Jack, downed it, made a face, but wished for another one and downed that. Layla could lie to this guy, and he, being a preternatural lie detector, would know she was lying, would know that she had fooled around just yesterday with her new boyfriend, but never had any intercourse, really. Well, she really didn't know how far that all worked? Layla wanted to cry, but she wouldn't. Layla Williams was tough stuff, she was used to being the sidekick, she puts herself there. Layla stood up to the system, railed against its antiquated ways and stood up for the under-appreciated, abused, neglected, unsure, in pain. Layla wanted to save the world, the planet, the human race, animal life and plant life. Layla was intelligent and sociable, caring and understanding, or so she thought. The things that had been said to her made her think. Layla's way of being with people was to help, it was part of her social ineptitude, no-scratch that, it was her motto...her creed. Freedom, love, life, liberty, life without labels, be who you are and be proud. And right now, if you asked her, she felt like all of that was shit, she was shit and that was why she was here, drinking. Trying what was the social norm of sorts. The living in the fantasy, leaving your life behind by leaving your senses at the door. None of it felt right. Flailing for an answer, what did she say to this man, who seemed so open to her? He had this poetic allure, self assurance that was laced with deprecation and conflict. It was just the way he carried himself, like a badge. Layla respected that, that he let himself be himself and gave societal norms the finger.

Layla hadn't recognized her voice when it squeaked out a yes. Looking down at the floor, being so open about herself, and so hurt at the same time, was killing her spirit and he didn't deserve this.

"I am so sorry. Thank you for being so kind and respectful, and even answering all my yammering honestly. I just..." Her voice and face cracked for a moment, then she plastered on the Layla smile, the 'I will support you until death,' smile. The Layla Williams mask, because Layla was always the supporter and not the supported, she was flailing.

"They talk to me." Layla said honestly, "and I to them."

Standing, wanting to run out of there before she embarrassed herself. Thinking back to the rum and coke and how yummy it tasted, one appeared and Layla grabbed it quickly, preparing to flee, except that would seem rude and Layla did not do rude. Not to anyone, they deserved better. So, she covered her fragile mask by taking a sip of the drink provided to her and waited for mocking, ridicule, a pep talk, understanding...she had no idea how he might react to the crazy behavior she was showcasing, but she didn't know how to do this, how to not keep all of her cards close to her chest, keep losing the pot until she revealed it was all part of her plan and in her own time and way she would reveal what was needed.

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bleached_wonder
2009-03-01 02:13 pm UTC (link)

"What'cha sorry about love? Nothing to be ashamed of here.." He listened to her cocking an eyebrow. "You weren't yammering, and I don't mind answering questions." He smiled to her, looking as his bottle refilled. "Nicceee" He drew out the word. He could hear her increased heart rate, but felt it was polite to not point the poor human's state out to her.

He looked to her with a flash of blue eyes, and white teeth. This girl was more interesting then she first appeared to be. "That right? You a witch, or just gifted?" He said curiously. "Known a couple of witches, Red, she was like that almost, so much magic in her veins she was connected to the whole planet.. pretty green fingered.." he looked to the plants.

"Not that I see many plants.. most flowers and shit close at night.."

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laylawilliams
2009-03-02 02:15 pm UTC (link)

"Just not very much myself today and it's just been...really terrible, horrible day. I am not used to letting people in so easily. I am pretty private and I miss home and people tend to twist things around to fit themselves. Sorry, I am rambling here.

Layla took a few more sips of her drink and hiccuped. "OOPS, excuse me. All right, good to know, not yammering and you like to answer questions." Layla nodded softly.

"No, not a witch, I guess you could call it a gift, lots and lots of people where I come from are like me, but not like me. I am the only person I know that has ever had what I have and has ever been as powerful as I, with this kind of a power, not that people haven't been powerful. I've had it since I was 4, most people where I live don't tap into theirs until they hit puberty and some, then, don't even either." Thinking of Ron Wilson, bus driver as one of them and Will as almost the second.

"That doesn't matter to me, I talk to them, and they, sort of, listen to me. Do what I ask, and I am always polite to them. They have feelings and they speak, just not the way you would think. I can make anything I want, well, besides a lemon. I never could do lemons. Someone once said it was because I don't have a sour bone in my body. I am not so sure." Layla smiled then, feeling very giddy and tipsy and drunk. Yeah, those were good adjectives. Her tongue would have never been so loose if she hadn't been. "Can you just do me a small favor, and not tell anyone, or everyone, please? I just, I like my privacy. I am the supporter, not the supported...does that even make sense?" Layla hiccuped again.

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