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Posted: Jun 23, 2008 - 10:01 PM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
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Location: On a Rainy Day
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Pot brownies are wery welcome, thanks. They're a good complement to cucumbers 
And Ely's back! What do I need more in life?
3 guys maybe?  |
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Thanx Elyyyyy!
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Posted: Jun 23, 2008 - 10:22 PM
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Dart
Joined: Jan 31, 2008
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I'd settle for one if I had to. As long as he's bald
Uhm... Cucumbers and brownies, I don't know if I want to try this combination. I prefer to add bananas to the mix. They are awesome with chocolate and it's still phallic^^ Just not when baked, then it's all mush. That could be interpreted in different ways  |
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Posted: Jun 23, 2008 - 10:28 PM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
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I said "cucumbers AND brownies" not "cucumber brownies". They have different purposes if you know what I mean  |
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Thanx Elyyyyy!
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Posted: Jun 23, 2008 - 10:48 PM
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ddevil
Joined: Jul 24, 2007
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Location: Stowing away in Daron's spaceship with a box of Oreos and water.
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Posted: Jun 24, 2008 - 03:43 PM
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Spider
Joined: Oct 16, 2006
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Location: Warwickshire, England
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Soul'sRoulette wrote:
. That could be interpreted in different ways
No, it really can't. There is only one way to interpret that |
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Thanks for the signature, darling <3 (made by Lady_Dolmayan_90)
For the benefit of Mr. Kite..
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Posted: Sep 13, 2008 - 11:10 PM
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Joined: Jul 06, 2008
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Location: On a thin line between reality and insanity
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| Silvia! Just a reminder, luv! You need to start working on this one! LOL |
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Posted: Sep 14, 2008 - 12:36 PM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
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| I did. Unfortunately the new chapter went lost in the Big Crash - I still have the rough draft, so I just have to repost it. I'm working on RD now so it may take some days. |
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Posted: Sep 14, 2008 - 01:09 PM
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YAY! You are such an incredible storyteller!  |
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Posted: Sep 14, 2008 - 01:37 PM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
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 Thanx! *faints* |
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Posted: Sep 14, 2008 - 07:03 PM
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Dart
Joined: Sep 06, 2007
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Location: Their Hearts.Their Minds.My World.
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*wakes silvia up*
you're successful,girl!
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Posted: Oct 20, 2008 - 08:34 PM
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Dart
Joined: Sep 06, 2007
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This is the chapter that was deleted by the great fuckin crash of the 9/11.Silvia amde a great job, its niot the same as the oen u rea,d but still.
it rocks anyways.
for the new chapter, upll ahve to wait^^
Enjoy
CHAPTER 5
Serj's body was found the next day, by the woman who went there twice a week to clean up the house. I don't know why he needed a cleaner, he was such a tidy guy. Probably to help her to get a regular working permit.
Two detectives knocked at the door of my hotel room early in the evening. I still felt very weak and dizzy, due to the terrible migraine attack that struck me right after I came back from Serj's, but I let them in and managed to answer to all their questions.
Yes, I had been at Serj's house that afternoon.
Yes, we were alone.
I'm sorry, I don't remember at what time I left.
No, I don't think anybody saw me.
No, I didn't notice anything "strange".
No, he didn't looked worried at all. In fact, he looked very happy and cheerful.
No, I had absolutely no idea about who could have killed him or why. "I know someone will blame Turkey, or the fascist militiamen, even the CIA, but..." "Why do you think so?" "Because we've already been through all this crap, especially after 9/11. But let me tell you this, if they really wanted to kill anyone of us they would have already done it around that time. We were an easy target. So I don't believe in a political reason for this murder. Of course I might be wrong."
"So would you say it was a crime of passion?" "He opened the door to his killer, right? At least, that's what the news said."
Careful, man. Don't try to be smarter than them.
"Mr. Dolmayan, I suppose you knew that Mr. Tankian was gay. Did it affect you or other members of...err...System Of A Down?" "What does it mean? Do you really think one of us could kill him?" "Answer my question, please." "Eh? Oh, of course we all knew Serj was gay. He told us from the very beginning, because he didn't want it to be a hindrance to the band - you know, he had a crush on Daron, and..." "Who?" "Daron Malakian, our guitarist. He's anything but gay, so Serj felt it was necessary to tell us about it." "And?" "They remained friends. Serj was one of the kindest and most correct people I've ever met. But you can ask Daron about what happened then, I hadn't joined the band yet."
"And you? How did you feel about it?" "He never flirted with me. Beside that, it was just a minor detail."
"You look very calm, Mr. Dolmayan, considering that one of your best friends has been raped, tortured, and murdered, shortly after you've been there?", said merrily the second detective, stressing the "raped and tortured". Filthy bastard, he probably locked himself in his basement to jerk off watching Abu Ghraib vids or something.
"Am I officially suspected? If yes, come on, arrest me now or come back with a warrant. If not, excuse me but you can't come here and insult me." "My colleague didn't intend to offend you, Mr. Dolmayan", the first detective replied hastily, "but we must consider every hypothesis, including the one according to which your friend could have been killed by a person very close to him."
"I see...well, I'm not an emotional kind of guy, usually, but that doesn't mean I'm not mourning for Serj. He is, was one of my best friends and an amazing person, I could never, never, never do him such things. And now, I'm sorry but I must ask you to leave, if you don't have any other question. I'm still suffering from a severe migraine and these...news really devastated me. I need to be alone."
They left warning me to inform them before leaving Los Angeles. I knew sooner or later they would realize it had been me, but I was hoping I could fool them long enough to...what? To run away? And where would I go? Why?
We shared most of our adult lives, we're gonna share death as well.
I'm sorry, Serj. I don't know why I did it - I thought I knew, but now...I feel we're all pawns in a game we don't comprehend. The only thing I know is that I have to go on.
Daron called me the night before the funeral, dead drunk and probably stoned.
"Heeey Jooohn, guessh wha' I'm doin' now..." "Drinking, I guess.", I replied dryly.
"Ya clever boy...what elshe?"
"Daron, not even God knows how much you drank. Go to sleep, please - tomorrow it's Serj's funeral, you must be there in a decent state!"
"I ain't comin'!" "You will. Even if I have to snatch you from under your smelly blankets!"
He sobbed. "I can't, John. I can't shtand seeing him like this...hurts me too mush...me wanna die..."
"Don't you even say it. Listen, do you want me to come over?" You can't kill yourself, you little bastard, I thought, it's because of you that I did...what I did.
"Daron? Answer me, goddamnit! Shall I come over there?" Click. "Buddy what was that?"
Silence. Then a loud bang roared in the receiver, causing me to jolt. "Daron!", I yelled into the phone.
"Hee-hee, don't tell me you got shcared!" "You goddamn idiot, what the hell are you doing? Where did you get that gun? DON'T hang up, you fucking drama queen, now I come and if you still have a head I'll rip it off your neck and use it as a bowling ball!" "Aw, Shuperman got angwy.", the retard giggled again.
"Man, please, put that gun down! Don't do anything silly, I'm arriving!"
"John, why didn't it happen to me inshtead of Sherj? Why?"
As I quickly put my jeans on and ran down to the garage I tried again to persuade him to put the gun down, unsuccessfully. I heard 2 more shots - but at least I was sure he wasn't aiming at his own head...
When I arrived to his house in Glendale, a police car was already parked in the driveway, probably alerted by the neighbours who had complained about the random shots. However, the worst seemed to be over - Daron had thrown up all the crap he had been drinking and was now sitting on his couch, sweaty, smelly, and disheartened. It took me a good while to persuade the cops to leave without him, but in the end they went away, mumbling something about "fucking millionaire drunkards with nothing better to do".
Once alone, I sat down beside him, looking at my fingertips and waiting for an explanation. I was angry, but most of all I was worrying about him because I knew he was always overreacting.
"I...I'm sorry, John. I don't know what was up with me, I began to drink and took my gun and started to aim at all the awards that we won with System Of A Down...and then I got so out of it that I shot 'em all down...and meanwhile I also killed my TV and one loudspeaker...I swear to you I didn't wanna kill myself, Johnny, really. I'm just a dick."
"You're right about that, Dar", I replied, putting my arm across his shoulders, "you've been a total dick. Christ, if you wanted to talk, or even to cry, you just had to call me, there was no need to put on this act! You scared the shit out of me, man! What if you killed yourself by accident, as drunk as you were? Do you have a clue about how I and Shavo would feel then? And your parents?"
He flinched as if I was about to beat him, then nodded, snorting and wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "I didn't...think about it." "I see." He looked up at the ceiling, then turned to me and said, "John...will you do me a favor? Tomorrow, will you stand by me? I'm afraid I won't be able to take it, and I'll break down and panic or kick up a row, and", he swallowed hard, "Serj doesn't deserve this."
"You don't even have to ask me, man", I answered, patting him on the shoulder, "We're friends, huh? It'll be tough shit to go through all this, not only for you, but we're gonna make it. We owe it to Serj, he wouldn't have liked to see us so shattered, although he surely never thought he could...end up like this."
Daron looked up to me with his big sad eyes and said, "Thank you, John, you're a true friend. I apologize for making you come here to cope with my bullshit." "Well don't, I missed the sight on LA."
He smiled. "Johnny...wouldn't you mind making some coffee, please? Strong and black, my stomach's doing somersaults up to my ears!" "Sure buddy. But first..."
I suddenly seized him and flung him over my shoulder. "Hey what the fuck are you doing! Put me down! Put me down!"
I took him to the bathroom, shoved him into the shower box, and turned the water on. Cold. "Aaaahh you bastard motherfucker! Stop it! Stooop!" I opened the box, turned the tap off, and burst into laughter. Daron was squatting in the corner, looking like a soaked bobtail dog. He looked daggers at me, then he began to laugh as well, until his laughter turned into tears. He wept for a long time, while I took his wet, smelly clothes off and made him wear a bathrobe, rubbing him vigorously. He seemed not to pay attention to the fact that it was me, a grown up man, who was taking care of him - he looked like a child in the loving hands of his mother.
I brought him the coffee. He sipped it without a word, fiddling with a lock of his long beautiful hair. "Do you want me to stay for the night? Or do you prefer coming to my hotel?" "Thank you John, but I don't swing that way." I was baffled - did he know? But soon he punched me lightly on the shoulder, giggling. "Johnny! Wake up, I'm only kidding! Seriously, thanks but no, I feel better now. I promise I won't do anything stupid anymore and that tomorrow I'll be a brave boy." I looked at him, he might be laughing but his eyes were still sad and full of hope. "Will you stand by me?"
"OK, Dar, as you wish - but if you feel like talking or whatever, just call me at any time. And get rid of that fucking gun."
"It's under the couch. You better take it away, so you don't have to worry about me." He smiled, and his eyes were now smiling as well. "I love you Johnny." I put my hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, and hugged him. "I love you too, Daron. So...see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself, won't you?" He nodded, absentmindedly. What was he thinking about?
As I headed to the door he called me back. "John?" "Yes?" "Don't throw away the gun. I wanna have it at hand, when they will get that bastard. I wanna give myself the pleasure to shoot him right between his eyes, should it be the last thing I'll do in my life."
I shivered. He was quite capable of doing it. And if he realized I had killed Serj before the cops could get me, he probably wouldn't restrain himself to just kill me. |
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