under ` this ` burning ` blue ` sky `` lara

[murdoc taylor arliss]

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and i'd give you everything
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Handfuls of CDs hung from Murdoc's fingers as the boy attempted to find the one he was looking for. That was the unfortunate part about the record store's clearance selection. There was absolutely no organization to it at all, much like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Murdoc sighed heavily, letting the Offspring CD--which he already had--and the Lady Gaga CD--which he had no desire for--fall from his hands. After glancing through the huge bin one more quick time, Murdoc turned on his heel and made his way to the second of eight more clearance bins. He'd never quite understood what qualified these CDs for clearance, but they were good enough to be played and they weren't that scratched in the first place. Stopping in front of the large cardboard bin, Murdoc sighed. What was he doing here? Was it truly that difficult for the world to just fucking get it's shit together? Because Murdoc was tempted to just leave...

But he really wanted that CD. It was the first record that Black Flag had put out, and normally Murdoc would have just cut his losses and downloaded the fucking thing off of iTunes and burned the CD for his car. But that had been what his aunt had suggested when he'd asked her for the keys to his car. It was incredibly braindead that his aunt insisted on holding onto the keys for him, considering he'd bought the car and was consistently paying for the insurance with the money that he'd earned from some of his last business streaks. Not even his parents had had any right to 'hold on' to his keys for him. If Murdoc goddamn wanted to drive to the record store and fucking buy a CD, who in their right mind thought they could stop him? Aunt Janie did, obviously. She was the most frustrating part about Trenton, which was a small enough town that if he got into even the tiniest bit of trouble, everyone would be appalled, like he'd killed someone or something like that. The people of this town didn't quite understand that what he was doing wasn't bad at all. He was simply playing off of everyone's stupidity for his own gain. Lazily, Murdoc picked up a CD that looked eerily like Damaged from a slanted angle, but was really just some Star Fucking Hipsters CD. That was one band that Murdoc would have loved to love, but at the same time, one two minute trip to their website had him biting his lip with annoyance. They were anti-racist, anti-sexist, anti-homophobic, and anti-fascist. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Murdoc had found himself saying with an eye roll. They were like a revival of hippies but with song titles that had Murdoc cringing and a sound that made him want to throw his head back and sing along.

Regardless, Murdoc couldn't find that Black Flag CD. With a faint yawn, he flipped another CD over and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the familiar picture of a fist smashing a mirror. Fuck yeah, Murdoc said, nodding contentedly to himself and twirling his car keys around one finger. The funny cannabis keychain that he'd had on there since he'd gotten the car had been taken off by his Aunt Janie, along with the one he'd gotten from Washington D.C. and had covered up the Lincoln Memorial with a cartoon of George Bush dressed up like a clown Murdoc had made from the cover of that NOFX CD. God, his aunt's family were such Republicans it was almost painful. Of course, Murdoc was a Republican himself, but regardless, he still thought George Bush was a moron. The cannabis keychain was a joke, of course, but Aunt Janie just wouldn't have it. There will be no jokes about drugs and... blah, blah, blah. Had Murdoc listened? No. It wasn't like he smoked weed or got trashed on the weekends like the rest of this 'badass' town. Guys... Guys, I have beer. Oh my God. Oh. My. God. OH PLEASE. It was people like that that had Murdoc questioning why adults felt this generation was really that bad. It was ridiculous. Murdoc glanced down at the Black Flag CD and figured he might as well go on a whole CD shopping spree. He grabbed a Voodoo Glow Skulls CD that he saw and ventured deeper into the store. This store literally had everything. From Taylor Swift to Blink 182 to Rammstein.

Murdoc plucked The Offspring off of a CD rack and then grabbed another CD of theirs that he didn't have, either. He had the money. But he also had strict instructions from Aunt Janie to get the CD that he wanted, then head right back home. Immediately. Nothing else. No random stops. And if he wasn't back in half an hour, she'd call him and check up on him. Oh, please, bitch, he'd thought, turning his phone off in the pocket of his leather jacket as she spoke. On his way out the door, he'd almost spat his own instructions to Google Black Flag and get back to him with her lecture about proper music and how anything louder than Mozart meant you were going to Hell. Murdoc didn't care. He was already going to Hell for different reasons. He might as well do it thoroughly. Feeling someone bump into him, Murdoc raised his eyes to see a hot--he mind interesting--looking punk kid with a neon blue mohawk and piercings at his lips and through his eyebrow pass by him. That was why Murdoc was going to Hell.

He wasn't in the mood to still go on his rebellious music shopping spree, and instead dropped both Offspring CDs onto the rack where they belonged, along with the Voodoo Glow Skulls CD that didn't belong anywhere near him. Murdoc miht as well pay for the goddamn CD that he'd come for and just get home. He trudged his way to the front of the store and dropped the CD on the counter for the cashier to ring up.

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the city sleeps in flames - scary kids scaring kids Reckless;; lyrics
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[lara]

Lara had woken having a hard night sleep. She drunk for two reason one to have fun and two not to think about that might happen if she stopped. For the fact that drinking was something for her that went with partying she didn’t know what else to do. Now rubbing her eyes and moving over out of bed to the bedroom where she would soon be ready. She wore clothes that she felt comfortable in. She really didn’t feel like wearing something like a dress or shirt. It wasn’t that hot outside either so wearing skinny jeans seemed like a good idea.

As she left her house she figured going to look for some kind of music would be nice for the fact that well music was calming and relaxing. Lara never met one person in her life that didn’t like music. She didn’t care what kind of person you are or what kind of music they like as long as they found something that they liked to listened to she knew that they were human. Other than the fact that she loved to listening to music and everything about it. She worked at the place. Sometimes she enoughed to work in the morning but most of the time it was during the afternoon.

For one really the fact she didn’t have to get up early and she feel like throwing up. She did not care what time in the after noon as long as she could just wake up during sometime around 1 pm. She was the kind of girl that would party into the morning come home and then pass out in a random place in her house. Most of the time she did try to reach her bed room so her parents would not need to ask what she was going. She was only junior and she had already have some kind of drink problem. For her Lara felt like people who told her that she had a problem just didn’t know how to have any kind of fun.

Before even making her way over to the music store she made her way to get a tuna sub and a soda. She was never one to walk into the store the front way. With a name tag on your chest people knew you work there. And then right away people who wanted to buy something started bothering her. She knew that there question were sometimes important and sometimes she really could not careless what they would really asking or wanting to know. Every single cd where in there own little secton. Then they were in abc order from the artist name. It was an easy thing to find what kind of cd you wanted. Well if someone couldn’t find the cd. There was usaully one answer to it which we didn’t have the cd.

For some reason people didn’t understand how they couldn’t have the cd that they loved. There were all different kind of reason for why they might not have it but she wasn’t aloud to say something rude to them so instead she made custermore write a note to what cd they wanted on the rack if they could enough notes for one cd then they would put it on the rack if not then they would have to go look for some where else.

It was only once place in the store that she was kind of in charge of yesturday and she really didn’t care too much about that side. Clearance cd she didn’t really understand why anyone would bother to even care if they were in order or not. She didn’t even ever see people walk over there for some music unless they were poor. She just kind of stuck them there where ever she felt like weather it was in the right order or not. Who was going to yell at her no one because no one cared either it was just a waste of time to even bother with that side.

Lara walked over to the back of the music store opened the door and sat down at the table it was a little room with a big tv showing everything that was going on in the store. That way she didn’t have to sit at the front desk and she could still see if someone was trying to steal a cd or poster. She moved opening up her tuna sub as she took a fork and ate some. She was more into eating all of the tuna first and then she would eat the bread second. Lara didn’t really eat the it like some kind of sand which. She felt tried if she could Lara would fall asleep right now but she knew someone would ring that stupid bell and if she didn’t get over there someone would call her boss. Something she was not looking for. She needed the money that came to this job. At least it was a job she didn’t have to do that much.

As she ate her tuna Lara looked over at the camera seeing some guy swearing and excited at the same time. She could not understand how someone could be this excited about buy something even music. Lara thought it was also really interesting how before you bought the cd you could listen to a sample that way if a person found out they really didn’t like the music well they didn’t have to buy it. Lara liked this idea because then people couldn’t bring them back and get there money.

She heard someone ring up and she noticed that someone else got the kid she moved and throw away her food as she walked up in the front and and saw a note with her name on it saying she didn’t have to work today. Why the hell didn’t they just call her then. Lara walked over taking a sip of her drink as she wasn’t paying attention to anything she was looking at Lara bumped into Murdoc. “Watch where your going… you don’t own this place” she moved she felt sick to her stomach as she pulled and grab a cd.

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[murdoc taylor arliss]

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and i'd give you everything
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Murdoc rolled his eyes at Lara. It was endearing how she wasn't nearly Murdoc's age, yet still thought she had authority over him. Actually, it wasn't so much endearing as it was kind of irritating, but that was okay. People were allowed to have big heads for things that they didn't deserve, though it typically wasn't suggested. Murdoc curled his lip, trying to keep a snide remark from leaving his mouth and taking to the air. Oh, who the fuck cares? he asked himself, leaning against the check-out counter with a look of barely disguised sadistic enthusiasm spread across his features. I'm sorry, love, he told her, glancing at his fingernails, which seemed to have all of the Earth's dirt caked underneath them. Next time I'll be sure to avoid walking into the landmass that you refer to as a body. He raised an eyebrow at her, daring her to challenge him. A tiny smirk curled one corner of his mouth upwards. He wasn't serious, of course, but if there was one thing that made girl's tick, it was a crack at their body weight. The odd thing was, Murdoc knew Lara well enough. He certainly

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