Board Thread:Ships/@comment-3058106-20140620044924

Description: Why play with fire when you can simply be it? It's 1978 and they're truly testing this. Notes: I got bored and this piece of shit happened. Good luck figuring out who the fuck is who - although I'm sure you can. I'll clear up some stuff at the end and if you have any questions about the meaning of life, what the fuck did you just read, what is wrong with me, am I secretly an arsonist, and whatever else you must ask, then do so in the commenting area thing and I will maybe respond.

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Flames are running wild and destroying the entire world. The heat from the fire burns  her skin with each little touch - each little kiss from the flame. Her whole world is on fire and the smoke surrounding her keeps causing her to forget how to breathe. She's gasping each second for air.

Yet, she doesn't want the fire to stop.

This fire is not just a fire - it is pure, hungry lust that consumes her entire being and thought. There is no simple control in herself anymore. It is a desire for more flames - more flames to kiss her skin, burn her hair, and leave marks all across her body. When the fire ends, she can still feel the burns it leaves. There's no forgetting something like that. How could anyone forget such a thing? This is an out of control wildfire and she never wants it to stop - no matter how much she tells herself she should. It can't stop - not ever.

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He holds the cigarette between his fingers as he stands on the porch. His hands rummage through his coat pocket to find the lighter he always carries around. When he finds it, he pulls it out, creating a small little flame at the end and placing it against the end of the cigarette. He takes a long, well-needed drag, letting out smoke in a large puff. His eyes take in his surroundings. He watches small cars driving by, letting off fumes behind them. All he can smell anymore is smoke and the taste is slowly beginning to sicken him.

Taking one last drag, he lets out a long breath of air, watching as the smoke flies off with the wind and joins the car fumes. He tosses the cigarette down and stomps on it, putting it out. He kicks it off the porch and into the muddy ground. He opens the screen door, barely hanging on to its hinges, back into his house where his wife cooks dinner.

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She can destroy this entire town if she tries. Her wild personality and wit is one that can neither be matched nor tamed. She is a fire ready to burn down everything in her path. Anyone who dares to stand in her way will surely be destroyed with a flick of wrist, a snap of a finger. Nothing can stop this woman.

Men fall for her each moment they catch a glimpse of her walking along the streets. Her long dark hair flying behind her as if it were smoke coming off her flame. The lust they feel is barely able to be contained, but they know if they dare tried to touch or look too long, they would surely be caught in her fire and crushed down into little ashes.

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Many will look at this tall lanky man as if he were simply a bumbling fool. He seems to have the looks for it. His words sometimes become stutters or completely incomprehensible sayings that one cannot always understand. Even so, he could possibly be one of the most intelligent of his friends. The money from his job is sent right to his college fund and then to all the other necessities - such as rent, food, water, et cetera.

Unlike the others, he can't seem to play with fire. He can't even control it. He may try as often as he wants, but it will never truly be contained by him. His hands are too nervous and shaky to be able to control such a wild thing. Even so, he tries to learn - learn to play with fire with fire - a dangerous way to learn.

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This small city brightens from her touch. She is the King Midas of this land. Everything she touches seems to turn to gold. The lips of a man consumed with desire can become golden when her lips brush against his. Her hands can caress rough skin and make a new world. Men fall far too easily for her touch - they all want to be golden.

<p class="MsoNormal">But, even gold can be destroyed. She can walk around in burning temperatures, but at 2000 degrees, she's sure to be destroyed. Her gold can create lovers, but those too greedy can destroy her and take her all for themselves. Each kiss getting hungrier and hungrier for her gold and causing her to slowly spirally fall down deeper into a dark cavern, cut off from her true nature of caring. All she is now is a lovesick woman trying to deny it - trying to get past the heat.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">He is the fire burning the world down, flame by flame. His kisses burn mouths and his hands - such soft hands - fool the world. They see kindness and love in his hands and they let him touch their skin, only to feel the pain of fire. He's almost like a dragon - breathing out flames and wrecking havoc upon poor people. Damsels fall down at the sight of him - many letting him break through their barriers and burn them down.

<p class="MsoNormal">One thing this dragon wishes for is to stop the flames. He may love the kisses and the skin brushing against his skin, but things need to change. He can't control his fire - his lust - his desire. It's a force that cannot be reckoned with and it completely consumes him. All he dreams of is the soft bodies under his, but all he needs is the calm to take over him and stop the fire - stop the flames - stop the lust.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">A glass bottle is thrown against the walls of the small apartment living room. The pieces fly around and brush against her skin - become tangled in her hair - find themselves sticking into her arms and clothes. His words scream loudly at her as things such as "whore" and "bitch" escape his mouth. Another bottle thrown, another curse yelled, another cry of pain escaped. He grasps onto her golden body and hisses at her. Her lips are parted, waiting for another scream to escape. Her eyes are wide, water flowing freely from them. The music from the small radio plays through her mind as she stares into his eyes - his harsh golden eyes that seem to be melting. His tosses her against the wall, yells at her to get out of his damn home. Why would he want another whore in his home? Another whore to destroy him? Another whore to steal his money? Whores were a pain in his ass and he wanted rid of her.

<p class="MsoNormal">The golden girl runs as fast as her legs allow her. The pouring down rain drenches her clothes to where they stick against her body - showing every curve. Her legs bring her across town to another neighborhood. Her fists beat rapidly against the door and a dragon of a man opens the door. He takes in the sight of her bloody body and the pieces of glass still lodged in her skin and clothes. He allows her inside his apartment. She says nothing as he takes out the pieces of glass and slides her shirt and skirt off her body. He leaves the room and hangs her clothes to dry on the different hooks in his bathroom. He comes back out with an oversized t-shirt and hands it over to her. She tosses it away - across the dimly lit room - and kisses him, pulling him into her golden spell.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The dragon leaves his apartment the next morning. His roommate and friend - the man who cannot play with fire - sits in the chair across from the old beaten down couch. The golden girl is wearing an old t-shirt that's two sizes too big for her. She's resting on the couch, laying on her side with her back against the board. He notices how the shirt hangs onto her body and he can see exactly what her petite body looks like underneath. Her long, bare legs jut out from the end of the shirt and he's completely intoxicated by them. He wishes to reach over and caress her, but he knows such a thing would be dangerous.

<p class="MsoNormal">She opens one eye to look at him. She had known he was there since she had mostly been daydreaming with her eyes shut, but she was smart enough to know he was there. She whispers words of kindness to him and he moves closer, sitting down on the floor next to the couch. He leans his back against it and her hands roam into his hair, mussing it up a bit more. She kisses his neck and he leans his head back against her, his eyes closing shut from the touch of her lips.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">He holds out a cigarette for her and she quickly takes it. They light them and begin smoking. They're sitting on the steps of their porch in the middle of a scorching hot summer day. He breathes out and leans over towards her, capturing her lips with his. Her eyes close tightly, trying to picture only his lips - only his rough hands - only his enticing touch - only his delicious scent. Yet, with her eyes closed, all she can picture is a man who breathes fire. Her eyes open wide and she sees his smoky face and his tightly shut eyes. He pulls away and kisses her forehead and she can feel the smoke touching her skin. It repulses her how he only seems to be the smoke that's always following her - then again, they say smoke follows beauty.

<p class="MsoNormal">He puts out his cigarette and she does the same. He leans in to kiss her again, this time holding onto her head with his hands and lightly pulling on her bottom lip. She can feel the small fire starting to light up and her hands go around his neck, pulling him closer against her body. The sounds of a few neighbors walking on the streets catches her attention. She can hear the annoying older woman clucking about how inappropriate the new generation is. A few teenage boys hoot about how he can get some of that fine ass. She glares into the kiss and her husband pulls away. He whispers that they should go inside, and so they do. He tries to light a fire inside of her, but no one can do that except him.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The dragon stares at the wildfire woman as she walks along the streets. Her hair entices him as he sits on the steps of the apartment building smoking a cigarette. She comes up to him and sits down next to him. They talk and laugh and simply enjoys her laughter. It has a pretty ring and completely brightens her features. His eyes glance down to her lips, but soon back up to her eyes. He knows he can't touch her.

<p class="MsoNormal">She leans in closer to him, her eyes seeming to dare him to kiss her. He can't kiss a wildfire - he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He simply pulls himself away farther, looking back at the streets and the few people walking along them. He says a joke about an outfit a strange woman is wearing and the wildfire laughs, placing her hand on his knee. His body stiffens, but he still tries to ignore it. She keeps it there for a while longer and he begins to grow comfortable, going back to the laughing and joking.

<p class="MsoNormal">Soon enough, his roommate comes by and sits on the stairs in front of the wildfire. He leans against the railing and joins in on the laughter. She moves her hand away from the dragon's knee and he can already tell that he misses her touch. Her hand then moves to muss with the other man's hair. He can't help but glare at his friend for the attention he's suddenly received.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The dragon and his roommate host a small party that soon is crowded with strangers that neither know. Their few friends are there though, and that's all that truly matters. The cigarette man shows up with his beautiful wife and a bag with everyone's favorite inside. The two of them along with the dragon, roommate, golden girl, and wildfire crowd into a small room and start lighting it up, breathing in their high. They can hear the music thumping through the entire house, but right now all they care about is this.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before long, the dragon leans in to kiss the wildfire. Her hands reach up into his hair, pulling him in closer towards her. The others laugh and tell them to get a room to themselves, but they're too busy to pay attention. All that matters right then is their kiss and their hunger. She pulls away after a few minutes and simply smirks at the others, before deciding to take in another drag. He glances around and catches the eye of the wife, glaring at him from across the room. Her husband is kissing along her neck, but her eyes are only focused on the dragon. He quickly glances away, trying to find something else to look at - something else to do. Her eyes boring into him with a ferocity he's never seen before terrifies him - but makes him want to shove her husband away so he can be the one kissing her body.

<p class="MsoNormal">He glances over and sees his golden girl kissing his roommate. They're completely caught up in each other - far more than he was with the wildfire - and the only thing that seems to be stopping them from ripping each other's clothes off is probably the fact that there are currently other people in the room. If they all left then, there was no doubt that they both would be on the bed tangled up in each other. His eyes look over at the wildfire who is leaving the room. He sighs, standing up to find something else to do.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">Another month, another house, another party, another drug. There's white powder in the room and the dragon and the wildfire are together, participating in this new activity. They both begin to feel like they are indestructible. They slide into the tiny bathroom, their hands and lips all over each other. Before long, someone comes in actually needing the restroom and they get kicked out. She whispers that they can go outside - truly test their newly found powers out there. She grabs his hand - and oh, it feels so good to hold her hand - and drags him outdoors.

<p class="MsoNormal">She's laughing and skipping along the streets with him right behind her. She's testing everyone around her - everyone in the world. She laughs and spins in the middle of the road as the rain begins to pour. She grabs his hands as his high begins to slow and she's dancing with him in the street in the rain. Her lips brush against his. She's possibly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She leans in closer to him, whispering in his ear - whispering words only he will ever know.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before long, it becomes their thing. They catch their high once a week and laugh and enjoy life. Even after a few months, he still hasn't truly gotten to know what lies underneath her clothes. He only knows her laughter and her smile - and for once in his life, it does not bother him. He leans in for a kiss and she gives him one.

<p class="MsoNormal">A dragon and a wildfire cannot last for long. One night, she comes to his apartment after catching a high on her own. She leans in and whispers in his ear, "I think I love you," and pulls away, giggling. She kisses his cheek and grabs onto his hand, pulling him outside. He sits on the steps, watching as she dances in the road in the middle of the night. The streetlamps flicker on and off. Soon enough, a car comes driving by. She slowly moves out of the way, but her high whispers in her ear that she's invincible and not even a car can stop her. She blows the dragon a kiss and runs in front of the car just as it reaches her.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">His hands are too shy against her skin. She cannot go without any ferocity in a man, and she kisses him harder and rougher every time - but he never seems to be able to catch up. After yet another night of being with him, the golden girl leaves his room in the middle of the night. She goes outside and sees the dragon sitting on the porch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. She sits down next to him, placing a hand on his knee. He doesn't say anything to her - doesn't even seem to respond. She leans in and kisses him with the passion she craves. He kisses her with all the anger he has kept bottled up inside of him - all the anger at himself for letting his wildfire be stopped. He picks up the golden girl and carries her inside to his room.

<p class="MsoNormal">She wakes up the next morning and goes to the kitchen where she sees the roommate sitting on the couch. He looks back at her, anger and hatred in his eyes. She gulps and turns away. She grabs her things from his room and leaves.

<p class="MsoNormal">She may be in love with him, but she cannot stay with the guilt. She cannot even look at him ever again because all she can think about is the anger in his eyes. She ends up in a city far away from her past life and moves on with her future. The golden girl is no longer golden - she's been melted away for all she can think about is the tall lanky man who melted her.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">It's been nearly a year since the dragon has even touched the wife. His hands burn her skin and her lips allow his name to escape her mouth. Her nails scratch against his back, leaving marks all along him.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The four remaining sit in a room together. The cigarette man has brought more sustenance for them. They start the fire and the room is filled with smoke. The roommate tries to not use too much - he knows it's bad for his health. He shouldn't even be here. He looks at the three last friends of his and he realizes he doesn't even like them. The dragon is the reason the wildfire was killed. He was the reason the golden girl cheated on him and then skipped out of town. He has so much anger bottled up inside of him and he takes one more drag and gets up. He feels powerful, stronger. He glares down at the dragon and before he even knows it, his fist is flying through the air and making contact against the dragon's face.

<p class="MsoNormal">A high pitched scream is heard from the wife. She jumps up from the table and backs into the corner. Before long, the two roommates and best friends are fighting - punches and screams coming from both of them. Her eyes grow wide with fear as she realizes this is what is becoming of her life - her friends are gone and now her remaining ones are at each other's throats. She breaks down in the corner, tears coming from her eyes. Her husband pulls the two apart from each other and then goes over to comfort his wife. She cries into his shoulder while the dragon looks at her, realizing that he could never be like her husband.

<p class="MsoNormal">A door slams shut as the roommate walks out.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The golden girl stands on the balcony of the skyscraper. She's completely high up - high up in the sky near the top of the building and high in mentality from her drug abuse. Her boyfriend and his friends are all passed out inside and their radio is playing music loudly. All she can hear is free bird and she steps out closer to the railing. She leans over it, letting her hair fall down and her eyes focus at the bottom. She's so far up from the ground that everyone below looks like tiny little ants.

<p class="MsoNormal">Won't you fly high, free bird is sung in the song and she takes it literally. She climbs up to the edge and overlooks the city. She grabs onto a railing above her head to keep herself from falling. All she can imagine is herself flying away into the night sky - away from her past - away from her present. She glances back and sees movement coming from the room. She carefully climbs down from the edge and goes back inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The roommate has his bags packed up. He shoves it in the taxi cab and leaves for good. He glances over his shoulder at the building where the dragon stands on the porch, watching him leave. His middle finger goes up as he stares at the man who ruined his life. From the porch, the dragon sees this and looks down at his own feet. He sighs and turns around to head back inside - to get away all of this.

<p class="MsoNormal">The roommate is on a mission to find the golden girl and try to make things right one last time between them. He finds himself in the large city. He's walking the streets after getting a room in a cheap motel. Perhaps walking will help him find her. Before long, he hears a scream from the top of a building. He glances up and sees a figure falling. He screams and jumps back, hearing the crack of the body breaking as it hits the pavement. His left hand covers his eyes while his right covers his mouth. He glances up again and sees a woman back away from the balcony and run inside. He looks down and sees the body of a man.

<p class="MsoNormal">Quickly, he runs into the building and to the floor he estimates the woman was on. He knocks on every door until finally a man opens the door, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. The roommate frantically speaks and the man says there is a woman in there who was screaming. He runs inside and finds the golden girl crying on the balcony. He tries to reach her but the shot of a gun rings before he even can. He glances over and sees a man standing there with a gun in hand. "Stupid whore killed him," he states.

<p class="MsoNormal">The roommate tries to stop the gunman, but it doesn't last long for him.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">News spreads like wildfire and soon enough the remaining three receive word about the loss of two more of their friends. Without even thinking about it, they get high again - hoping that might somehow stop everything.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The dragon kisses the wife every day. He consumes himself with her because she's all he needs anymore. He's been evicted from his apartment and he's sold all of his belongings in order to pay for more ways to catch his highs. His lips are everywhere on her - there's almost not a part of her that hasn't been touched by his lips. She's burning from his touch and she's gasping for air, but always wanting more. She craves him and she's no longer afraid to hide it - except from her husband.

<p class="MsoNormal">At night, she's taken by her husband. All she can taste is the kindness and love he has for her, but all she wants anymore is the hunger. She may scream his name at night, but during daybreak it's a different name coming from her mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal">Her husband rolls off from her body and kisses down her neck as he whispers that he loves her more than anyone else in the world. She says the same to him - and she truly does mean it. She falls asleep with his arms around her body.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">She's with the dragon again. Her eyes are closed tightly and she feels relaxed as he softly kisses her body. After a while, his kisses stop and he's climbing out of her bed. She stands up and goes over to him, begging him not to leave just yet. He agrees and decides to stay a while longer. They don't do the usual playing with fire, but instead laugh and talk for hours until her husband returns home.

<p class="MsoNormal">The next day when the dragon comes to visit, his kisses aren't all over her - but only on her lips. She takes him out to eat and they come back and joke around the entire time.

<p class="MsoNormal">The day after she's doing the laundry. She has all the sheets and clothes hanging up on the clothesline when he shows up. He presses her against the sheets and kisses her. They're kissing in the clean, fresh laundry that's flapping around in the wind.

<p class="MsoNormal">He continues to visit every day and it gets stranger and stranger each time. It's almost as if she's falling for him since her husband is too busy working to pay any attention to her. He's always gone - always busy - always working. He could end up becoming a stranger to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">The three are together again for the weekend with their favorite drug. Things are said and they all just laugh. Why should they worry about their lives? It's all spiraling down a cavern to the bottom filled with sharp rocks ready to kill them off. Ruining their health and sanity should be fun.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">It's been almost a year since she's began sleeping with him almost every day.

<p class="MsoNormal">She's with the dragon again and her whole world is set aflame. Her body burns with desire and she whispers to him that she never wants it to stop. She loves the fire - loves the sensation. He tells her he won't.

<p class="MsoNormal">They don't hear the door slam shut. They don't hear the angry grumbles in the kitchen. They don't hear the slam of the fridge as a beer is taken out. They don't hear the radio turned up to full blast. They don't hear the plastic bag ripping open. They don't hear the bathroom door slam shut. They don't hear the bedroom door open until it's slammed shut.

<p class="MsoNormal">Her husband was fired from work and now he's high on cocaine. He stares at his wife and best friend in his bed. He simply stands there, staring at them.

<p class="MsoNormal">He walks out.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">He isn't heard from in months. She's sleeping with the dragon day and night. The house is mostly empty since they've sold their stuff to pay for rent, food, and drugs. Neither has time for a job, so they don't even think about getting one. They're passed out one night and can't hear the door squeaking open and the sloshing of some liquid. They don't hear the bedroom door open or any simple sound. Furniture is moved to cover the windows and doors.

<p class="MsoNormal">The radio in the living room is turned on to full volume. There had been a song request for a certain time earlier that day and it was playing. Her eyes open wide as she hears the music playing. She smells the gasoline and tries to wake the dragon up, but he's too far gone in his unconscious state. Words fly across the radio - there's too much coke and too much smoke - and her eyes widen in fear as she hears a flame flicker to life on the other side of the door. She bangs against it, hoping that maybe her husband will stop what he's doing. He couldn't do this - can't do this. Oh that smell, can't you smell that smell - another scream comes from her lips and the dragon wakes up in a groggy state of mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">She smells the smoke in the air and the fire starting. She backs away from the door running over to the windows, trying to open them to get out, but boards cover the other side of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">One hell of a price for you to get your kicks - he yells and tries to back away from the gasoline, but it's everywhere.

<p class="MsoNormal">Their screams and the song - oh that smell; the smell of death surrounds you - are the last things heard in that house as the three of them burn.

<p class="MsoNormal">They fire they were all built upon destroyed them in the end.

<p class="MsoNormal">...

<p class="MsoNormal">Who the Fuck is Who: (in order of description things) Lauren, Connor, Paige, Wesley, Brooke, Jaime.

<p class="MsoNormal">(nickname bullshit things) the Dragon - Jaime; the Wildfire - Paige; the Cigarette Man/Husband - Connor; the Wife - Lauren; the Roommate/the Man Who Cannot Play With Fire - Wesley; the Golden Girl - Brooke <ac_metadata title="Whiskey Bottles &amp; Burnt Cigarettes - A Lebeaux Gang Fanfic"> </ac_metadata>