all the bets are off [Kira/Boris]

[DAMION RACHER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #323232; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #ababab;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #323232; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #ababab; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style] [style= background-color: #323232; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] THE FEAR OF SOMETHING OR NOTHING [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] LONELY EMPTY LIE [/style] [style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #202020; color: #949494; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #949494 solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;] Complications. All games had them, but this one was starting to get out of hand. Damion had always prided himself on being the one to remain standing when everyone else had given up. He was perfection. He didn't falter, he didn't fall and he didn't hurt... Apparently that didn't count for jealousy. It did, because it was an emotion that stopped Damion from thinking clearly about anything and everything and it wasn't because apparently, Damion was suffering a severe case of it. It wasn't even the kind of rage-jealousy he'd had before with Eli involve, this was something that just continued to burn. Rage was exhausting, it burnt out quickly, but whatever was sustaining this was slow burning and seemed to last forever. Losing a bet wasn't something that happened to Damion often Tripp must have cheated or not told him something but when it did, he was more than happy to admit it. When Finn tried the same game and lost as well... that made him feel a little better. All through the day since he'd lost, Damion had tried to ponder what Tripp might want of him, but he'd come up with a complete blank. It was impossible to tell.. but that was part of the fun. A date had not been what he'd expected... He'd also not really expected the flare of jealousy over Finn as well. He wanted to go on a date with Tripp, but for some reason, he wouldn't have been averse to the other option either. Especially since he no longer had to worry about Finn's little boy toy. As angry as Damion had been over Nate's continued idiocy, he couldn't help but be a little pleased. Finn was gorgeous in her own right, but while she'd been so happy with Nate, Damion had refused to let himself think of anything but the fact she was a friend. A good friend and nothing more. Now that there wasn't that... Well admittedly she still wasn't exactly on his radar - one didn't play with friends hearts - but he was more than happy to admire her. And perhaps entertain the idea of dating her once or twice, maybe even the idea of sleeping with her. All he had to do was get through the date without letting on to either of them how jealous he actually was. That would help if he didn't see Tripp or Finn for a while, and he could just concentrate on doing something... bad. Or something. Yes. [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • ### | TAG • WHOEVER | NOTES • BITS AND PIECES CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. LYRICS BY FLYLEAF [/style]

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