Post by mj on Jul 20, 2009 16:17:50 GMT -5
HOW TEDDY MANAGED TO GET THROUGH his life wasn't exactly an easy question. he might have been a bit of a pick-pocket for a while there. before the whole band getting signed or whatever came around. yeah, not exactly the best way to make his money, but it worked. it got him the money he needed while he more or less lived on the streets. it got him the drugs, and the occasional new outfit. for food and everything else, he just used his few friends for that. he didn't care if they wanted him to or not. there was really no choice for it. some nights he'd sleep on their couch. some nights he'd sneak money out of the secret hiding places. he was a theft, a criminal. sort of. and none of it really bothered him all too much. it was his life after all. he could do whatever the hell he wanted and not give a flying fuck about it. and that's how he did manage to live out his life. people's thoughts still didn't affect him all that much. not enough for it to actually do anything. and he roamed around the streets, not caring if dangerous or not. if something happened to him, he would take it as a blessing, a pay back for what had happened to his friend six years ago. no, the boy still wasn't over it. he had grown sour and bitter because of it. but there was no changing his attitude. maybe love could. but the boy never fell with someone. he didn't stick around to test it. honestly, the boy never even had an actual relationship. but that was okay. he didn't want one. he didn't want to feel any responsibilities. he didn't want the feeling of having to please just one person, staying with one person. it wasn't his style. or his anything. it wasn't what teddy was at all. he was a mess, reckless, and completely uncommitted. to be honest, he wasn't even all that committed to the band. sure, the music thing was all good. he actually earned his own money (though, it still didn't help him from slipping his fingers into the pockets and removing whatever it was in other people's jean just to get another fix.
he as an addict. and he didn't care. if it helped him forget the things he wanted to, then he was all for it. if it killed him, even better. he didn't want to be part of this life. but he wasn't going to rush off and take his own life. he didn't do that type of thing. he wasn't suicidal by means, nor did he ever plan on being so. when it was his time, he'd be off. god would choose his time and then one little thing would go wrong with him, and all teddy would forever see would be black. he doubted anyone would miss him anyway. he was an asshole to a majority of the population he had come to, just by pure impulse. but even when he was, he didn't feel one bit bad for it. ever. every single person was all alike, following one another and never taking a leading spot. all people were, were just toys, puppets, for god to play around with. it was a reality show without the re-shots, a documentary without the commentary, a soap opera without the excessive dramatics and bad acting. every single person in this room was just another toy for god, if he was even up there. teddy was neutral on the situation. parts of it did make sense, while other's didn't. 'cause while some of the things discussed completely contradicted each other. after all, weren't the one's that followed god thought that witchcraft was the devil's work? but wouldn't have god needed "magic" to create the world? to create man and all the other living things on this earth? it wasn't something he thought about often, but he always found it funny the way the "faithful" ones acted sometimes. the ones like his parents. always preaching so, so much about how good god was, that god loved everyone. if he recalls his mother's last words were "you're a disgrace in god's eyes." turns out he doesn't really love us all then, doesn't it?
it did take a lot to bring teddy down from his high horse. it wasn't really like he thought he was better than everyone else. he really didn't. there were so many people who had it better than him, who were better off than him. but he didn't take pity on himself. he was going to live out his life to the maximum. hate it all you want, he didn't care. there really wasn't anything that got to the boy. except when he heard the girl speak once again. and that fucking god damn nickname. his expression didn't fall much though. his eye might have twitched, wincing just a bit. but other than nothing else changed much. "i'd watch yourself, baby doll," he said, smirk still present on his lips, while his free hand reached up a bit, sliding a finger down the edge of her face. "wouldn't want such a pretty face getting hurt now, would we?" his finger rested under her chin, curled just a bit. his blue, blue eyes looked at the girl, studied her a bit, before he removed his contact on her. that hand soon reaching up to his own face and moving his eye matching hair out of his face. why he had ever chose blue hair to begin with, he didn't know. maybe it was to stick himself out from other people. for just because he was completely bored. he didn't know. but it was working for him, almost. even with the occasional person that would call him a smurf, sort of like that thing that just happened to be on his shirt. but really, maybe the whole blue thing was to just go against he "norm". the social one at least. he didn't like being driving down to made into every single person on the planet. in all honesty, there were now two people that were alike. so why did we all have to carry on with the pretending that every person was equal? well, when it came to rights it should be, but other than that. it didn't make sense. but then again, a lot of things in life didn't make sense.
maybe it was the sudden memor of his now deceased friend. but a weird sort of glint fell onto his eyes. and he knew right then that his high was completely over. "now, if you excuse me," he stated, a hand reaching into his pocket for the little silver container, twirling in his fingers for a second, "i have some business to attend to." that little smirk on his lips grew a bit more, as his fingers launched the thing flipping into the air for a moment before his hand grasped over the body heated metal. "don't miss me too much, doll," he spoke, sarcasm dripping in his voice. sure, he might not have had to exactly have to have another hit of the substance. he could be stubborn and say that. but if he was going to have to deal with the girl any longer, he might have needed the hit. otherwise, the girl would justh ave gotten on his nerves completely. though, that didn't really take much. even if there might have been something about the girl that he couldn't help but tease, be sarcastic with her. he didn't think about it. she was just an easy target and that was it. before he left, headed to the bathroom, the smirk fell from his lips and his eyes looked at the girl for a moment. it was nothing though, just a reminder of what to avoid for that night. though he highly doubted that. but either way, his best friend in hand, he turned his heels from the girl and headed into the direction of the bathroom.
he as an addict. and he didn't care. if it helped him forget the things he wanted to, then he was all for it. if it killed him, even better. he didn't want to be part of this life. but he wasn't going to rush off and take his own life. he didn't do that type of thing. he wasn't suicidal by means, nor did he ever plan on being so. when it was his time, he'd be off. god would choose his time and then one little thing would go wrong with him, and all teddy would forever see would be black. he doubted anyone would miss him anyway. he was an asshole to a majority of the population he had come to, just by pure impulse. but even when he was, he didn't feel one bit bad for it. ever. every single person was all alike, following one another and never taking a leading spot. all people were, were just toys, puppets, for god to play around with. it was a reality show without the re-shots, a documentary without the commentary, a soap opera without the excessive dramatics and bad acting. every single person in this room was just another toy for god, if he was even up there. teddy was neutral on the situation. parts of it did make sense, while other's didn't. 'cause while some of the things discussed completely contradicted each other. after all, weren't the one's that followed god thought that witchcraft was the devil's work? but wouldn't have god needed "magic" to create the world? to create man and all the other living things on this earth? it wasn't something he thought about often, but he always found it funny the way the "faithful" ones acted sometimes. the ones like his parents. always preaching so, so much about how good god was, that god loved everyone. if he recalls his mother's last words were "you're a disgrace in god's eyes." turns out he doesn't really love us all then, doesn't it?
it did take a lot to bring teddy down from his high horse. it wasn't really like he thought he was better than everyone else. he really didn't. there were so many people who had it better than him, who were better off than him. but he didn't take pity on himself. he was going to live out his life to the maximum. hate it all you want, he didn't care. there really wasn't anything that got to the boy. except when he heard the girl speak once again. and that fucking god damn nickname. his expression didn't fall much though. his eye might have twitched, wincing just a bit. but other than nothing else changed much. "i'd watch yourself, baby doll," he said, smirk still present on his lips, while his free hand reached up a bit, sliding a finger down the edge of her face. "wouldn't want such a pretty face getting hurt now, would we?" his finger rested under her chin, curled just a bit. his blue, blue eyes looked at the girl, studied her a bit, before he removed his contact on her. that hand soon reaching up to his own face and moving his eye matching hair out of his face. why he had ever chose blue hair to begin with, he didn't know. maybe it was to stick himself out from other people. for just because he was completely bored. he didn't know. but it was working for him, almost. even with the occasional person that would call him a smurf, sort of like that thing that just happened to be on his shirt. but really, maybe the whole blue thing was to just go against he "norm". the social one at least. he didn't like being driving down to made into every single person on the planet. in all honesty, there were now two people that were alike. so why did we all have to carry on with the pretending that every person was equal? well, when it came to rights it should be, but other than that. it didn't make sense. but then again, a lot of things in life didn't make sense.
maybe it was the sudden memor of his now deceased friend. but a weird sort of glint fell onto his eyes. and he knew right then that his high was completely over. "now, if you excuse me," he stated, a hand reaching into his pocket for the little silver container, twirling in his fingers for a second, "i have some business to attend to." that little smirk on his lips grew a bit more, as his fingers launched the thing flipping into the air for a moment before his hand grasped over the body heated metal. "don't miss me too much, doll," he spoke, sarcasm dripping in his voice. sure, he might not have had to exactly have to have another hit of the substance. he could be stubborn and say that. but if he was going to have to deal with the girl any longer, he might have needed the hit. otherwise, the girl would justh ave gotten on his nerves completely. though, that didn't really take much. even if there might have been something about the girl that he couldn't help but tease, be sarcastic with her. he didn't think about it. she was just an easy target and that was it. before he left, headed to the bathroom, the smirk fell from his lips and his eyes looked at the girl for a moment. it was nothing though, just a reminder of what to avoid for that night. though he highly doubted that. but either way, his best friend in hand, he turned his heels from the girl and headed into the direction of the bathroom.