dark side of the moon , hailie

[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i29.tinypic.com/huoyzb.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] On August first, yesterday, Derek was released from the local hospital. He'd been sent in from a gruesome accident on his motorcycle. No one other than he had been hurt in the incident, thankfully. A passing car had called the ambulance, and he was immediately taken to a hospital to be checked out. Derek had been in other accidents before. This time had been a little more severe than the others. He'd escaped the accident with a concussion and various cases of road burn. The concussion was minor due to the protection of his helmet. Without the helmet, the doctors were convinced he'd be long gone into another life by the damage it'd taken for him. There was a long crack along the portion that covered his occipital protuberance, a fancy term used to describe the back of his head. The road burns hurt more than anything. They had been cleaned and covered with dry wrap, but their sensitivity to touch was a growing problem. Simple tasks such as flexing his arm or pulling on jeans sent a shooting pain through his body. The doctors had wanted to keep him longer, but Derek's lawyer made quick work of reading his rights. His concussion was stable after a week of treatment, and the burns were healing well enough to know for a fact that infection wouldn't settle. The concussion wasn't even their biggest concern considering it'd been so minor. The burns on his back had been the culprits behind his extended stay. Friction against heated asphalt took a toll on his body. Now that he was out, Derek was supposed to take days in stride. Most of all, he was supposed to relax. Right now, he couldn't settle his thoughts. There was one person on his mind that he hadn't expected to think of at great length ever again. Hailie Colbert. Derek thought the drugs had made him see illusions when he caught a glimpse of her in his hospital room. He continued to tell himself that he hadn't been visited by his ex-girlfriend up until the day his doctor's finally released him. They'd given him a handful of antibiotics and just so happened to drop Hailie's name in the conversation. Hailie. Hailie had seen him in the hospital. Quite frankly, Derek didn't know what to think. They'd broken up over a year ago on rocky terms, so he couldn't see her coming because she actually cared. Then again, he couldn't think of why else she'd come to see him on her own accord. Nothing matched up, and he needed answers. Stat. He'd gotten her address from the front desk. He learned that they'd called her down after the accident because she had been the only one on his emergency contacts that they could reach. He knew how she knew about his injuries now. That didn't explain why she decided to come, though. She could have ignored the call, but she didn't. She came to see him. Despite the weather outside, Derek dressed in dark jeans, a black v-neck, and topped off the outfit with a knitted black sweater. He'd be crossing town and the bandages would no doubt raise questions. His face had a couple bruises from knocking his face against the helmet, but they were slowly fading from visibility. He pulled up to her house around five in the evening thinking she'd be home. When he knocked, there was no movement inside. When he knocked again, he was met with silence once again. Shit. She wasn't home. He'd come all this way to find she wasn't home. Determined and obsessed with curiosity, he decided to take a seat at the door. About half an hour later, he saw a car and recognized the woman inside. He watched her pull into the drive, a blank expression on his face. This was it. hailie colbert , 642 words , outfit , creeeeper. [/style]

[draya]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #003366; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]672 • mr. moschella • OUTFIT bahaha so awk DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #003366;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #F2BF00;]At about five thirty in the evening Hailie pulled into her driveway in her black Maserati. M.I.A.'s Bad Girls was blasting through her speakers and since her top was down just about the whole neighborhood could hear her music. She reached over into the passenger seat to pull out her beach tote and a small grocery bag, then pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. For a moment she stood by her car as she adjusted her bags and made sure she had everything she needed. When Hailie looked up she noticed someone sitting on the front steps of her Santa Monica home. She frowned. Why was someone sitting on her porch? She wasn’t expecting any visitors and whoever this person was looked like a complete weirdo dressed the way he was. The young blonde cautiously approached her porch, but slid a hand into her tote to clutch the small can of mace that was inside of it. This guy could’ve been another crazy fan who was claiming that they were ‘meant to be together’ and tracked her down to her home. It wouldn’t have been the first time and it was part of the reason why she’d relocated from her last Los Angeles residence. If this was going to become a habit, God forbid, it looked like she was going to need to install a security gate, maybe some electric wires and get a guard dog or two. A girl could never be too safe. But as she got closer to the porch she realized that it wasn’t some random nutcase. It was... “Derek?” she asked, squinting at him as she pushed her sunglasses up onto her head. The realization only made her hand tighten around the mace and she could feel her heart dropping. She hadn’t expected to see him ever again. What was he doing there? How did he find her? She could’ve sworn she’d told the doctors not to disclose her personal information if he requested it. Either the idiots had forgotten or Derek just worked his charm on them. Dammit. Hailie stopped in front of him, staying at the bottom of the steps and refusing to go any further. She looked up at him and let her green eyes roam over him. It looked like he was doing a lot better since her visit to the hospital. When she’d gotten the call she’d been caught off guard, but still very alarmed. The last thing she expected was to be contacted regarding an accident that Derek was involved with. At the same time she wasn’t surprised. He was reckless, always doing stupid stuff and causing trouble for himself. It was one of the things that drew her to the man and made her so crazy about him. Even though they’d ended their relationship on bad terms a while ago, Hailie was concerned and scared when she’d gotten that phone call. After receiving the news about Derek's accident Hailie had rushed to the hospital as soon as she could. Since then she visited him regularly until he woke up from his coma. She’d been hoping he hadn’t seen her or had been too out of it to realize who his visitor was. Now that he was sitting here on her porch she realized there was a good chance she’d been wrong. But that still didn’t explain what he was doing here. Hailie shifted and it looked like she was about to say something, but she stopped and her eyebrows bunched as she scrunched her face at him. What the hell was he wearing? She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed his bizarre dress attire. It was July for crying out loud. “Why are you wearing that? You look like you’re about to go grave digging.” Her voice sounded a little too condescending for her taste and she almost felt bad about the outburst. Then again he was the one who was invading her personal space by showing up at her doorstep unannounced. [/style]

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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i29.tinypic.com/huoyzb.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style]As the car approached, the sound of her stereo pulsed throughout the entire neighborhood. Derek's eyebrows rose by a margin as he recognized the song. He'd never been in love with Hailie's music taste. He much preferred rockier tunes. Her car was nice, though. That was one thing she always had great taste in-- cars. Derek grew up with multiple foreign brands due to his European origin. He had multiple Italian sports cars parked at home, their values ranging from fifty seven thousand to three million. When he was bored, one of his favorite hobbies was cleaning his collection. Men had an unexplainable fascination with cars, but Derek couldn't offer a scientific theory why that was so. For him, the pure thrill of pressing the speed limit, hearing the engines purr, and observing other men gawk at their beauty made the dollar bills wasted into his guilty pleasure worth every penny. Now wasn't the time to challenge Hailie's interests, however. He'd lost that privilege awhile ago. Derek had come to investigate Hailie's being at the hospital, and he refused to leave until her answers satisfied him. The evening was ticking away, the sun midway through its last leg of the day. Hailie took her sweet time to approach the porch. At first, he questioned whether or not she had noticed him. Her hand was positioned in her bag peculiarly. What in the world was she... "Derek?" Bulls-eye! He stood to his full potential and looked Hailie straight in the face. He hadn't expected her to be thrilled to see him. He wasn't entirely charmed to see her either, even if he had been the one to scope her out. "Hey," he greeted gruffly. The heat of his attire and the bandages hugging his skin were beginning to annoy him. Would Hailie invite him inside if he utilized his best behavior? Well, it was worth a shot. Derek centered his stance carefully. Some of his flesh wounds were tender to movement because of their locations. Standing itself stressed his legs in general. He winced and reverted his weight to the right once more. Hailie's stunned face had yet to change. He hadn't thought through his operation as clearly as he thought. His mental defenses began to construct themselves in fear of Hailie's wrath. Hailie was normally a sweet gal, but she could take a lethal bite out of anyone who crossed her path at the wrong time. For whatever reason, Derek had a hunch he was positioned right on death row. The words he expected to hear were far from PG-13, but miraculously, the words never came. Instead, her fury was invested in his choice of clothes. Dark jeans and a black sweater were a tad unreasonable for that July morning. Hailie's little rant did nothing more than give him irresistible ideas. Smirking, he asked, "Would you rather I wear no clothes at all?" Honestly, he'd be willing to do so. Hospitals were encased by visitation policies. In short, Derek had been deprived of basic manly functions. Anonymous girls were not allowed in the hospital room, no matter how attractive any of them boasted to be. Hailie Colbert was the only exception. hailie colbert , 535 words , outfit , so tired and late. [/style]

[draya]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #003366; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]545 • mr. moschella • OUTFIT RAAWR!! feisty. i like this post. =] DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #003366;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #F2BF00;]‘Hey.’ Really? That was all he had? Derek hunted her down, came all the way to her house and sat on her porch for God-knows-how-long just to say ‘hey?’ Nothing would’ve thrilled Hailie more than to punch him dead in his handsome face. God he pissed her off sometimes. Like the way he was standing on her porch and looking down on her like he owned the place. He sure had some nerve. Hailie didn’t return his greeting. Her fist loosened around the can of mace, letting it settle back into its place in her bag, and she withdrew her hand from her bag and folded her arms across her chest. And she just stood there. Tight-lipped and staring at him with one eyebrow cocked as if to say ‘Well, I’m waiting.’ She could tell he was still in pain and his injuries still had some healing to do. Otherwise he wouldn’t have winced when he shifted his weight. There wasn’t much that slipped past her watchful gaze. Ever since she’d been forced to leave home with her sister at the age of sixteen, Hailie learned to become more aware of her surroundings and a lot more observant of the people she was surrounded by. Aside from that people were just interesting to watch. They did the most bizarre things when they thought no one else was looking and when they were caught it was like blinding a deer in your headlights. A keen interest in human behavior was what fueled her initial interest in pursuing a career in psychology. But that was before she’d discovered acting and her love and success for the art blossomed so quickly that she wasn’t averse to abandon her original career goals. Even though Hailie was no longer interested in becoming a psychologist the love for the field was still there. That much was apparent. Hailie rolled her eyes at his retort, though at the same time she had to fight back a smile. Even when she was annoyed with him he had a way of making her want to smile and that only annoyed her even more. Fortunately she was able to bite back the temptation and her face remained stony enough. Derek would pounce at the first sign of weakness and he would use her vulnerability against her to worm his way back into her good graces with his charm and wit. She couldn’t allow that to happen. There was no way she was going to give him what he wanted and he sure as hell wasn’t getting inside her house either. “Please, keep your clothes on and save me the horror,” she shot back coolly. Derek Moschella naked was anything but horrid. Truthfully she wouldn’t have minded seeing him with a little less clothing. It had been some years but the image of his bare body was burned in her mind as bright as day. She wondered how many other girls he’d been with since her... ‘Ugh, focus Colbert!’ “What do you want Derek?” The fact that he was able to get inside her head even when she was mad at him only fueled her frustration and added a cutting edge to her bitter words. The sooner he was gone, the better. [/style]

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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i29.tinypic.com/huoyzb.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style]Their encounter was much more than an interrogation, Derek came to realize. Unless she counted his morphine-induced stupor a proper visit with him, they hadn't truly seen each other in a great span of time. He couldn't say he regretted their separation. His current life as a bachelor treated him well apart from the ungodly scrapes and bruises that flawed his skin. The bachelor life was full of daring nuisance. In fact, only a couple hours before Derek's accident, he'd flipped the jet ski Hayden loaned him. He wondered how the blue-eyed man was now. Their entire misunderstanding had been ill-bred, and Derek couldn't help but wonder if he'd heard about his accident. Their next encounter would no-doubt cover a lesson on treating himself with respect. Hayden was pretty huge on the "self awareness" topics. Derek had a hunch his hidden past held the answer. Derek had parted from Hailie almost a year and a half ago on even rockier terms. Infidelity wasn't tolerated in American culture. In fact, depending on how far an affair went, it was one hundred percent illegal. Polygamy, for example, was a felony. Now, Derek wasn't entirely sure why someone would want more than one wife in the first place. He'd always seen them as high-maintenance. His relationship with Hailie had been a mere exception to the rules he usually obeyed. Three years with Hailie were three years he'd never relive, though he knew that he wouldn't take them back if he was given the chance, either. Her anger and impatience was plain in her attitude towards him that she'd rather him banished from her life once again. He'd leave her to her own devices soon. After a few questions, she'd be free to live her life unadulterated by his presence. "Please keep your clothes on and save me the horror," she retorted. Derek smirked at her wit. He knew he should have taken offense to her crude comment, but he didn't. Instead, he shrugged his broad shoulders indifferently. "I can't recall you saying so when we were together," he pointed out. At twenty-six and twenty, Hailie and Derek had been far from angelic in terms of their actions. She wasn't much more than a baby at the time. He'd been a maturing young man with an undeniable crush. To be frank, he noticed her sister first. That was one detail he'd probably keep sealed away forever. Lola was always a joy to be around before he grew serious about Hailie. Once they were officially, Derek was nothing more than a hungry, disloyal bastard. He used to pass her resentment off as jealousy. Times revealed and actions taken now prove that she'd been insightful, not vain, and Derek truly did regret how his relationship with Hailie had ended. With that being thought, he knew that Hailie had every right to run him off her property the way she was. His chances of regaining compassion in her eyes were narrow, and his survival rate was rapidly decreasing as his time before Lola arrived ran down the clock. "What do you want, Derek?" Hailie inquired, so frozen. Derek shoved his hands into his pockets. "All I want is some answers," he said truthfully. "Why did you come down to the hospital when they called?" The answer seemed so simple, but part of Derek wished that there was more to what meets the eye. He'd loved Hailie Colbert once. Seeing her so healthy and vivacious set his mind at ease but only with a price. He wondered if she was happier without him on her arm. He wondered if there was a new man in her life. But most of all, he wondered just how she felt about him. hailie colbert , 624 words , outfit , <333 dailie![/style]