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For my hopefully upcoming Halloween Party

I'm back on Polyvore (once again :S ). I hate facebook with a passion and the Mibba stories I read rarely update so I needed another website to be addicted to. Needless to say I remembered dear old Polyvore.

My Chemical Romance Story:
 
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A a few of my killjoy friends and I have started our tale. I am Dusty Sunset Voltage, the stereotypical British girl at heart, but the no joke girl on top. Along with my dear friends Sunshine, Retro, Angel, Ghosted and Shadowed we will help you prepare for the war against BL/ind with our inside knowledge told through out story.
 
Prepare for the unexpected, Killjoys. Our lives are not as typical as they seem and this tale is not for the faint of heart.

Unfinished :(

I actually took this deadly seriously XD well; you never know when zombies will strike. I'm going to explain the reasons behind my choices, I feel that it's important =] :
 

Last Words - It depends on the situation that I'm in. It could be telling my friends I love them or telling someone they're just a pain in the butt…

 
Sidekick - I couldn't pick a single one of my friends to help me so I picked all of them as they all have their pros and cons (mostly pros, the main one being they are all sehr smart!) -
 

Emily: she watches so much of supernatural that if any supernatural beast attacks us she'll know how to kill it. She has a huge pain threshold and can take anything, fire, knives, whatever. Emily also is probably not afraid of killing anything as she’s pretty much fearless when it comes to anything gory.
 

Kate: she has a good singing voice. She’ll provide entertainment and if we get bored of her we can eat her. Nah, I’m joking. Kate is rather fast and very flexible because of her gymnastic background, and all around very sporty. For a petite girl she is incredibly strong. And Kate can cook amazing cupcakes and other foods
 

Katie: she probably has the most common sense out of all of us so would probably be the best to work out a survival plan. Her brother is also very inventive and Katie has some of the same traits so she’d be rather helpful when needing to set up traps and stuff.
 

Xoe/Zoe: Zoe is incredibly sporty and has super human strength. She’s always at sports groups and before the group shut down she did martial arts which she likes to show off at by fighting me (not really brutal) and winning every time. She has a great pain threshold much like Emily. You punch her with all your strength and Zoe’s like ‘Is that it?’.
 

Eleanor: Ellie is another sporty one and is very, very fast with swimming and running. Her stamina is amazing and she’s come high in cross country a lot. Eleanor hardly ever get’s ill and when she does it’s not for long at all.
 

Steph: my ninja friend who is as awesome as a ninja. She exercises 23/7 and she always goes running and takes part in many sports groups, martial arts being her favourite. Steph knows how to use ninja style weapons so would be very useful in battle.
 

(All my friends are also incredibly smart. I know together they could concur anything)
 

Location – For some reason I thought that forests would be a good place. You always see zombie attacks in the cities as that’s where most people live so out in the forest there won’t be many people or many zombies, therefore making it very safe. Unless the animals turn zombie…
 

(Upper) Clothing – Really its just general clothing which would be flexible and wearable. I had to pick a MCR top as if I was going to fight to the death I would do it wearing something of my favourite band. My Chemical Romance mean a lot to me and I feel like I would be doing them proud to wear their stuff whilst battling to save humanity.
 

Headwear – Seriously, that hat is cool. I have one like that and it keeps you really warm and is just plain awesome. I read this zombie survival website that said you need something to protect your breathing system from getting intoxicated from any airborne diseases caused by the zombies. I just picked Frank Iero’s one from the ‘Na Na Na’ music video.
 

(Lower) Clothing – Jeans are practical and if you watch Bear Grylls (is that how you spell it?) he’s always wearing them no matter what he’s doing. The boots are obvious a necessity because high heels or slip-ons are going to be brilliant when on the run or climbing trees.
 

Stronghold – It’s up high so you can see for a long way round and I think zombies would have trouble getting up stairs like that so it’s a lot safer. The only probably is, is how do we get down if needed? My solution: a rope ladder thrown out the window or climbing up the tree like little monkeys!
 

Main weapon – A Glock 19 with a large supply of ammo. A 19 as it’s smaller but just as powerful as a 17 and more ‘feminine’. I’m not one for big machine guns and this much easier to use than a machine gun or anything else which fires much too quickly. I can be clumsy and you have to press this once for one bullet instead of once and get fifty so it’s less likely to cause unnecessary accidents and ammo is not wasted.
 

Secondary weapon – not certain of the weapon name but it’s a more ‘hands on’ approach to killing zombies without getting to close. I’ve seen this used in a delightful history video, not very nice watching someone’s skull get shattered but it’s effective and will be very useful wiping out zombies. The downsides are it’s a little to close range for me and as I said previously, I am extremely clumsy so this could be dangerous.
 

Vehicle – my dad drives a similar car and I love it’s off-roading abilities which are brilliant in forests. It’s also very strong, very fast and could whoop some zombie @ss.
 

Inventory – Just general survival stuff which I can’t be bothered to explain in detail. Kind of speaks for itself.
 

Battle Anthem – its My Chemical Romance brilliance with an awesome guitar solo and pure epicness of lyrics. It just screams battle song. I love it!!!

Originally posted on mibba for a songfic and photo (Emergency by Paramore) contest but I found the picture I was given on here so I thought I'd post it :) Enjoy xxx
 
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Last night I saw something that changed my life completely. Last night, the strongest person I knew cried. Last night, true love died when it deserved to be alive.
 

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The wood was quite as Drake and I stepped into the clearing of where tonight the party would be held. It was informal so I had dressed in a blue floral dress and an old pair of Dr.martins. My hair was loose, still drying from the quick shower I had had before leaving. Drake, on the other hand, had dressed in nothing more than a pair of well-worn jeans and some Nike trainers, the weather was warm for once in Britain and he was taking as much advantage of this as possible. Honestly, I think he just wanted to show off his new muscular body, but who cares? I had no rejections.
 

In the middle of clearing, a bonfire had been built, and in the shadows of the surrounding trees I could see people foraging for more branches. Obviously, this bonfire was going to be huge. My friend, Elena, walked out of the shadows, a large amount of sticks in her arms. After dumping them on the fire she turned to me, the largest smile plastered on her face.
 

“Flo, I knew you would come!” She said, rushing over and embracing me in a tight hug. “I see you brought supplies.”
 

Smiling, I handed over the large fireworks I had brought with me. “I would never forget. I want your party to be perfect.”
 

Elena giggled gleefully, embraced me one last time then ran off to place the fireworks.
 

A warm arm snaked around my waist, pulling me into a sweet, but firm, bear hug. “Someone’s excited.”
 

I turned and hugged Drake; “It is her eighteenth after all.”
 

Drake poked the tip of my nose gently, a large smile etching onto his face; “I’m on about you, silly. You’ve had that stupid grin on your face since we got here.”
 

“You think my smile is stupid?” I faked a gasp, pulling away from his hug.
 

“I think it’s perfect.” Drake replied, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me back. “Still a drama queen, I see.”
 

I flicked his muscularly chest; “An actress never leaves her role.”
 

“What’s this role then? Spoiled brat?”
 

“Hey! I brought those fireworks, what did you do?”
 

“Nothing.”
 

“Exactly.”
 

I tried to keep a straight face, but hysterical giggles broke through my lips, totally foiling my attempt of being ‘cool’ for at least ten seconds. Drake wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leading us over to the fallen trees which were to be used as seats, muttering something along the lines of; “Muppet,” under his breath. By the time we had sat down, more people had begun arriving, and very soon after, all the tree logs were filled, forcing me to sit on Drake’s lap, not that I minded. As the sun disappeared behind the greenery, Elena carried a large, fiery torch towards the huge pile of branches. Raising her free hands to her lips to ask for silence, she lowered the burning torch to the ground. Soon after it touched the whole bonfire was burning at a steady pace, massive red flames leaping high into the air and above the treetops. I squirmed in Drake’s tight grip, the scene before me sending adrenaline pumping through my veins. Once Elena seemed to think the flames had got high enough, she pulled a box of matches out of her jean pocket and began lighting all the fireworks surrounding the bonfire. We counted down, everyone craving an exciting result. But, something was wrong. The first fireworks fuse had burnt up, but it sat in the same place whilst we all watched in anticipation.
 

“No-one move!” Elena commanded, rather have people miss out on a couple of fireworks than them receiving serious injuries.
 

After another minute nothing happened, but still Elena told everyone to remain seated.
 

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a large bucket of water causing a plan to swim into my head. I nudged Drake, then pointed towards the water.
 

“I’ll do it,” He said, lifting me off his lap and grabbing the bucket.
 

“My idea, Drake. Let me.” I replied, not wanting him to get hurt.
 

I placed my hands on the bucket and gave it a sharp tug, a sign to Drake to let go. He raised an eyebrow unimpressed.
 

“We’ll both do it.” I nodded slowly and moved towards the firework.
 

Elena either didn’t see us, or thought that we would be OK. Whatever the answer, she didn’t intercept. When we were around two meters away from the believed lifeless firework a slight hissing filled my ears. Smoke began pouring out the end of the firework. It was going to set off. Drake must have realized this too, the way his eyes were fixed on the dark smoke told me this, but why wasn’t he moving away?
 

“Drake, come on back. We’ll get hit.” I urged, starting to move backwards.
 

“I don’t want anyone getting hurt, go sit down, Flo.”
 

Frowning, I shook my head, refusing to move. The hiss began to turn into a whoosh and I began to back away, but Drake stood still.
 

“Drake! Move!” I yelled, dropping my handle of the bucket and rushing to his side.
 

“Just go sit down!” He replied.
 

I grabbed onto his arm then made a feeble attempt to try and move him back, but with his newly found strength it was impossible. Sparks began to fly everywhere and a sudden jolt to the chest made Drake fall to the floor. I gasped and felt liquid touch my flesh. Glancing down, I saw it was blood. But I was not bleeding…
 

“Drake?” I whispered, not daring to look at my boyfriend.
 

Cautiously, I looked down to where he lay and my breathing stopped. Drake’s stomach was bleeding. Violently. His chest rose and fell quickly as he breathed heavily, his eyes filled with pain.
 

Moisture began running down my cheeks, instantly making my legs weak. I fell to the floor, grasping Drake’s bloody hand in mine.
 

“Leave, Flo. Don’ t look at me like this.” Drake whispered.
 

Wiping his hair from his brown eyes, I replied; “I’m not leaving, Drake. I’ll keep holding on.”
 

He attempted to nod but I could see the movement caused him pain.
 

“Don’t move.” I said quickly, making him rest his head on the grass floor. “Stay completely still.”
 

Drake was silent for a few seconds and I could hear the commotion going on around me. Teenagers were screaming whilst Elena desperately tried to calm them down. A few had their phones out, but from the flashes of bright light every –so-often told me that they were taking photos not calling for help or an ambulance.
 

“Flo, are you listening?” Drake asked, his voice was becoming fainter. “I want you to listen.
 

I nodded, focusing all my attention on him.
 

“I’m not sure I’m gonna make it,” he breathed. “And if I do, these scars won’t fade away. So I want you to promise something if do die…”
 

“You’re not going to die.” I wept, the tears falling harder.
 

“I want you to promise me that you’ll forget me. I want you to ignore all the gossip people will spread and you must never, ever think this was your fault. OK.”
 

I shook my head, my sight too blurry from the tears to even distinguish what was happening. All I could see was crimson red blood spilling everywhere and the sound of Drake’s strong voice beginning to break under the pain.
 

“Flo, listen. You must promise me. It’s my final wish.” Drake’s voice was weakening, and even though I did not want to attempt it I knew he was going to die.
 

“I promise, Drake. I promise. But you are not going to die, OK. You are not going to die! We’ll get through this. We’ll get through this together, please Drake. Say you’ll get better.” My tears fell faster and my whole body shook as I spoke. My words fell out of my lips seemed useless and meaningless, I was a wreak. I had never cried, once. And when the time came for me to be strong for Drake, I had not been strong. He was the one in pain, and I was the one weeping, not him.
 

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Drake sighed.
 

The tight grip he had on my hand loosened and his hand fell to the floor.
 

“Drake!” I shouted, “Drake! Please!”
 

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged his lifeless body. Burrowing my head into his neck I ran my hands through his hair, my tears mixing with Drake’s blood.
 

“Please.” I whispered one last time.