cause that's just who i am this week

[hannah3]

To be honest, Vincent just wanted to throttle something. Throw down some random guy and give him the good ole one-two punch. Sink his fists into the solar plexus of an unknowing stranger or the solid trunk of an oak tree. It didn't matter how, but he wanted to hurt something, do some damage. He couldn't remember ever being this overrun with emotion in his entire life. Of all the training completed by a Marine sergeant, how to handle his emotions was never something he was taught. He could lead a squadron through a series of drills, he could scale walls, run ten miles, do hundreds of push ups, swim for kilometers at a time, and yell until his lungs got sore but he didn't know how to release anger and betrayal in any other form than physical violence. Many people met Vincent in his usual, very complacent mood, and rendered him nearly harmless. He usually never liked using his physical brutality to bring pain to anything aside from over zealous fans threatening his assigned starlets, but this was different. He was usually very reserved, making his emotions known to no one but himself. They were private things and only obvious to one's self for a damn reason, but Vincent felt so full of rage he just couldn't stand it.

And when Vince wanted to, he could inflict some serious damage. When he made up his mind to kick the shit out of someone, that person really had it coming. He'd keep after them until he was restrained or the person was dead, and it took a lot to restrain him. He was a big guy, and on top of that he was strong and trained in combat. The saying, "Once a Marine, always a Marine" was truly something he lived by. He used his training daily, for simple civilian tasks. But really, why was he so pissed off? It was really difficult to get to the root of why, exactly, he was angry. It could have been a lot of things. The fact that he obviously still cared at least a little bit for a fling he had with a girl who was almost a decade younger than him. Or the fact that the woman who was most amazing to him was giving him the cold shoulder.. he really didn't understand Lucia. She confused him beyond what he could reason. She was, obviously, gorgeous beyond what anyone could surpass and absolutely perfect from any angle Vince could see - and in accordance with what the magazines were saying - he'd seen her from just about every angle. He felt like he screwed up their professional and personal relationship by treating her like he knew he should.. by sleeping with her.. by flirting with her constantly. And he hated himself for it.

That was precisely why he'd been running down the shore of the beach for somewhere around five miles. Judging by the movement of the sun, he'd been at it for about an hour just going nonstop. He'd made the mature decision that, instead of pounding the shit out of someone, he should work this shit out of himself. It was around seven in the morning, which was a little early for anyone to be out on the beach. That was his goal, getting some time alone.. like he didn't have enough of that anyway. He even left Zeus at home, who had recovered from his strange illness and whined incessantly at the front door until Vince disappeared down the street. He didn't need the doberman tying him down.. he just wanted to run. Run away from all these damn problems that wouldn't have occurred if he could have just kept it in his pants - then, and now. He forced a big breath of salty sea air into his lungs as he pressed onward, mindlessly running his fingers over the scar on his right arm. It brought him back to his military days.. when he was just a little rascal at military school and thought he was big and bad. He told people it was from when he was in the service, but anyone who knew him from his high school days knew it was from a juvenile fight with some kid who pulled a knife on him. It had required twenty or so stitches, which, at that time, made him a badass.

Vince almost smiled fondly at the memory, but at that moment, he remembered he wasn't out here to recall happy memories and reminisce about his militant past. He was out here to work himself to death and drag himself home. It was difficult, though, considering he'd only been sleeping a couple hours at a time. He would wake up, work out, go home, sleep, go babysit Lucia, bask in the awkwardness, go home, sleep more, and do it all over again. He liked the consistency, but not the overall mood of his life. Actually... he hated it. He swung his arms, listening to his elbows and shoulders crack, followed by his knuckles as he pressed them into each palm. That was a bad habit of his, but it always felt so nice afterward. After pulling out of that thought, he realized he'd broken pace and ended up slowing to a walk. He dipped his head back, folding his arms behind his neck. His eyes drifted shut and he had flashbacks of his general shouting commands and obscenities at him as he stopped running. He growled to himself, dropping down onto the sand as he began pumping out push ups at an uncanny speed. It just wasn't giving him the challenge he wanted, to he switched to one-armed push ups. He was struggling by forty, all the negative energy inside draining him of energy. Sighing with frustration, he dropped onto his back in the sand. He didn't care that it was all sticking to him because of perspiration. He stared up at the morning sky for a second before shutting his eyes.

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It was just any other good day for Bianca Tanner. Sure, she got into a fight with her parents about her recent slip-ups and probably broke the heel on her new boot and woke up with a bad headache that morning, but for her, it never made sense to mope. She also felt like upsetting people would really get her no where and only be more trouble on her own part. No sense in getting angry, so she kept a smile on her face the rest of the day. It had been a long day and it was a little hard for her to believe as tired as she was from running around all day, she still thought to go to the beach and just lie there. Bianca never had been the kind to like being alone. Sometimes, she hated it. But moments like these, when she was tired out of her mind, she felt like she needed to have those alone Bee times.

She wasn't even sure of her own extent to the tiredness and ended up falling asleep there on the beach, waking up at around seven in the morning with the sun now coming up. Slight disgusted look on her face, Bianca sat up and brushed off the sand from her hair, standing up to shake the rest off as she folded up her towel that she had rolled off of a few whole ago, looking around. So apparently no one did this often and fell asleep on the beach. Her eyes fell back to the ocean and her lips stretched into a smile, wondering how often people actually appreciated the nature she was gazing at in front of her. No. People around here these days only seemed to be concerned with money or relationships, which was a little annoying to her. In all honesty, she couldn't care less about either. Then again, she's saying that now but if she had no money in the bank that lets her do all that shopping every other day, she wouldn't be thinking the same thing. However, there really were some things she appreciated more.

Maybe it was just the fact that she was like every other human being and perhaps got a little too emotion after looking at a sunset or a sunrise. She smiled at herself again, turning once again after a little while only to find a man on the sand doing one-armed push-ups. Okay, that was hot. Plus those muscles looked insanely nice if you asked her. Bianca very slightly jerked when he fell back, though, raising her eyebrow as she wondered what was wrong. Well, he did do probably a million push-ups with the time she was watching him. Neh, maybe just fifty, but still. He had almost every reason to get drop like that. But he didn't seem like he was tired or anything. Being the friendly one she was, she decided to say hi because first of all, she did like company and judging my those ripped muscles and the seemingly cute face, he seemed...well, cute. After getting at least three yards within him, however, she realized he knew the guy. Bianca smiled, forgetting that he probably had no clue who she was.

She'd seen him around with Lucia before a few times and though she never told Bianca much about their relationship, she suspected something was going on between them. Now as much of a whore as Bianca was, she usually backed off instantly when she knew about something like this. Even though she had no clue what was going on, she didn't want to get in the middle of whatever it happened to be. Besides, Lucia was a good friend and as sexy as this guy was, she wasn't gonna start anything. Didn't hurt to say hi. What she said next just kinda came out, "Don't tell me you're already tired, Vince." It was then she realized he probably had no clue who the hell she was. Crap. And what was with the dumb sarcasm? Being the kind of girl with no sense of other people's personal space, she went and lied down beside him. She wasn't whoring herself to him, obviously. Already did decide she wasn't going to go there with this one, as hot as he was. Hell, she was even fully clothed with a shirt and capris.

[hannah3]

Vince just couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. He couldn't, for the life of himself, understand why he let himself do this. He knew, as a thirty year old man, that this would happen, and still he put himself through it. If there had been a concrete wall nearby, he probably would have tried to break it with his face. Why had he done it? He knew he would never know. He was drunk that night and didn't have complete control of himself, he knew that was part of the reason. The other was probably because he actually felt what he told her he felt. He never talked about feelings; hell, he never saw the point in talking about feelings with anyone. They were the only things in the world you could keep private anymore, but there he was, spreading them all over the damn place for everyone to see. Okay, maybe not everyone, just Lucia, but that wasn't really the point he was trying to get through to himself. The point was to not explain his feelings so openly. If people knew how you felt, they knew how to hurt you and therefore knew your weakness. Vincent liked to believe he didn't have a weakness, and the times he knew that he did, the last thing he wanted to do was show it. And that's exactly what he did. He went blabbing. Yes, he regretted it. She said she liked him when he was soft, expressing his feelings in rational ways and calm voices instead of using his mental converter to take any emotion he couldn't deal with and turn it into anger. He'd broken down and told her he had some intense feelings for her. He thought he was being the bigger man, being mature and just flat out letting her know that he thought he loved her. Apparently it was wrong. Yeah, she looked surprised, but she laughed at him. Everyone always complained he was never compassionate, but the moment he started being that way they wanted the other Vince back. Just thinking about it had him clenching his fists tightly, digging them into the sand. The energy was bad, but it was negative and fairly useless. It would get him far enough to exhaust himself and have nothing left to get back with. He forced himself to stay down: stay motionless in the sand. Maybe if he just laid here his problems would fade out with the sun that was making the sweat on his skin more intense.

Vince pulled himself out of his thoughts as he sensed someone approaching. He did that a lot - he was a very astute person, alert to his surroundings at all times even when he seemed relaxed and withdrawn. He didn't sit up though, or even make any notice that he knew they were there. Why give away a nice advantage? He knew they were coming, they probably didn't know he knew. He liked having the upper hand for once, at least strategically. He usually just relied on his strength and size to save him in a predicament, coupled with his untouchable skills. He stayed still even when he heard a voice, though he was surprised to hear it was female. Well, shit, Vince, you're at a beach not a Marine base for crying out loud! No one's going to come up and stab you, relax. He sighed slightly, but then he heard his name. His eyes popped open and nearly out of his head. He didn't know the voice, and he didn't know the face either. He quickly got a hold of himself. Get a grip, he reminded himself. It's just a young girl being friendly, or recognized him from something. It wasn't unbelievable, he'd gotten a lot of press as of late. He'd sat up bolt straight hearing her voice, but coaxed himself back into the sand as she laid beside him. At this point, he didn't even care how she knew him. He didn't recognize her but then again that wasn't strange either. Alright, play it cool, marine.

"Not a chance," he said simply with a forced chuckle, part of it was completely sarcastic and joking. He wanted it to be true, but the emotional baggage he was carrying was heavier than any physical weight he could have placed upon himself. He felt the anger draining from him, the positive attitude he could feel from this girl was refreshing. It didn't seem like she was here to play fifty questions about his relationship with Lucia - which he wasn't willing to say a damn thing about at this point. He usually wasn't a very talkative fellow and now really wasn't very different. "Should I bother asking how I know you?" It wasn't meant to be harsh and wasn't. His tone was simply interrogatory, which was a little surprising to even Vince. He'd expected it to come out rude, but thankfully it didn't. This girl seemed nice and he didn't want to be a jackass to her when she didn't deserve it. He reminded himself to think before he spoke to make sure he didn't drive her away.

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Bianca was still trying to adjust herself in the sand. Now she was awake, she wondered how on Earth she managed to lay there half the night on the sand. She was probably unusually comfortable or was just too into her sleep to even care, let alone notice. Slipping her towel under her head and shoulders, she turned her head over. He seemed shocked to hear her say her name and that was when she even more regretted not watching what she was saying when she freely freaked him out. Wasn't he some sort of ex-military man or something? Okay, he was no celebrity but should he be shocked she knew his name? she wasn't sure. Maybe he wasn't used to people knowing it. With her, she was better of when no one knew her. She loved attention, don't get me wrong. But it wasn't what she'd ask for when people came up to her just to ask her if she could possibly get a hold of her cousin Jack Bailey because they were apparently big fans. Either that or ask for Tristan Silvers. Sheesh. She hadn't even talked to either of them in so long anyway. Jack was back and forth in New York somewhere and Tristan was...well, fuck if she knew. Moreover, they asked about Devon. Like she had any clue where that girl was these days. Hanging around with Jack..wherever he was. New York or on the set in LA.

Besides, she'd seen the guy on TV before. Being a single girl practically living alone in a bigass house, there was usually nothing better to do than sit around and watch the news or read E! Now Bianca wasn't a genious or anything, but she wasn't too dumb to know a forced chuckle when she heard one. she didn't push it at all, she didn't know the guy and the last thing she wanted to do was make him tell her what's wrong. probably because a part of her didn't really care. unless it was about lucia, because then she would be all ears. Telling herself not to talk to him about it, she ended up over-thinking it in her head, but stopped herself soon enough. He didn't seem like he was in a good mood and Bianca had no clue what kind of mood Lucia's mentioning would trigger. She would leave that part up to him.

"Haha, well I didn't think so. Wouldn't doubt you could do fifty more of those with me standing on your back" His next question made her think a little. What was that supposed to mean anyway? Should she answer or just tell him he didn't know her? Couldn't he just ask her if he knew her or not? That would've been a more simpler question, but okay. "No, you shouldn't. I don't think you know me." So maybe Lucia wouldn't show him pictures of her friends, she was a little offended, though because she thought she was good friends with her. "Not your fault. I saw you on TV yesterday." She told him with another friendly smiled. It was rare for people to see her on TV, she never was into much the fame and cameras like her friends and cousin was. "I doubt you've ever seen me on TV." There were only a couple productions she's ever been in and it wouldn't make sense if anyone ever remembered. It was mainly her body they all wanted to use, not so much her face.

[hannah3]

Vince raised both eyebrows at her suggestion that he could do more push ups with more added weight. Of course he could do more, but did he feel like it? No. And that was unusual. Vince liked strenuous physical activity; it was what he based his life on. Hell he was earning his living by being physically superior to most of the general public. Sure he couldn't take on some of the pro wrestlers or whatever, they had sheer strength on him. But with a little luck, he didn't doubt that he could take some of them down. Hopefully some sumo wrestler wouldn't be attacking Lucia anytime soon. Though it struck him he needed to be prepared if one did. It was his mission, after all, to make sure she was safe at all costs, which he was doing for more reasons that just keeping his job right now. He felt protective and territorial over her, like she was his for protecting without her having hired him. He knew there weren't that many immediate threats out there, but he also knew this world was a damn crazy one, and you could never be too safe.

"I seriously doubt that, sweetheart," he replied, his Southern accent putting that adorable little twang in his voice. He usually hated his accent, but right now, he wasn't too unhappy with it. He was learning to accept it instead of hiding it. It didn't belong in Los Angeles, but there were times he knew he, himself didn't belong here. He belonged in some obscure country overseas fighting with his fellow Marines. Vince listened to her response and decided it was fair enough, considering he'd basically snapped at her. He instantly felt guilty for doing it. This poor girl didn't deserve his wrath.. hell he wouldn't wish his temper on anyone in the world. Not even child rapists and homicidal punks. "Sorry.." he started off, his eyes on the sand in front of him then on her. "That was unfair of me," he explained, using his fingers to smooth his hair back out of his eyes.

"I get the strange feeling I should know you," he said, cocking his head slightly. Seeing her friendly smile, it was hard for even a hard ass like Vince to not smile back. He found it somewhere deep inside himself to smile at her, a genuinely handsome smile. The one the TV cameras and tabloids could never quite capture and do him justice. He could clean up well, but most all of what the magazines wanted was dirty. He could deal with it, but he hated dealing with it at the expense of his happiness. And he was clearly not happy - everything on his face said that. "At any rate," he spoke, just to clear the scene in his overworked mind, "Vince Moore." His introduction wasn't needed, but he liked giving it anyway. He was a Southern gentleman after all. He offered his big hand for her to shake. His hands were worn, rough, and a little stubby but comforting all the same.

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Bianca watched him as he raised his eyebrows at her. Okay, what? It was a joke. She smiled at the look on his face. They probably both did know she was kidding. And then spoke, calling her a sweetheart. She had to smile at that too. “Like I said, I don’t doubt it at all.” She chuckled. Now Bianca wasn’t dumb, she could tell that he probably felt bad for what he said the way he said it, but it really didn’t make a difference to her. She was used to people not knowing her, that’s what she preferred over actually being known. He didn’t seem like he was in a good mood and she chose herself to go up and talk to him. It was then she sat up as well and looked off beyond the shore again. ”You have nothing to be sorry about,” her voice was as blank as ever when she shook her head and brushed her stands of hair behind her ear with her fingers.

She wasn’t sure how it was unfair. Granted, being a friend of Lucia’s, Bianca would’ve thought the man knew her, but did it really matter? She could know so many people that didn’t know her. Hell, the guy right beside him could know many people who didn’t know him. Circle of life, right? Turning her head, she caught his warm and friendly smile. Her friend sure had good taste. And then he introduced himself. She knew exactly who he was. “Bianca Tanner” She nodded to him and raised her sandy hair to hold his for a second or two before letting go. Her name wasn’t well known either, but it was better known than her face. Just like her body was better known than her name. It usually wasn’t how things went, but that’s what Bianca was used to.

If she was in a bikini at the beach, people just might recognize her from a certain movie doing a certain scene, but it was never the face anyone remembered. ”You’re an idiot. You don’t have to know me. I’m a friend of Lucia’s.” Shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out and went it did, she just kinda spoke up again, hoping he wouldn’t question her, ”If you’ve seen Cellular…there were these two girls in bikinis that start off the second scene in the movie. Yeah, I was one of them.” She rolled her eyes at herself and just stood. And if that didn’t work, she tried again, ”So what are you doing here so early in the morning?” She looked around as though it was supposed to be a strange time to come out here. It wasn’t even a weekend. People at this time usually rushed off to work or something.