Topic: City of Angels (Mature Content 18+ -- Possible Triggers)

Rebeca De Luca

Date: 2016-07-09 19:56 EST
Becca's Los Angeles Theme Song

The Distillers- City of Angels

It's going down tonight in this town 'Cause they stare and growl They all stare and growl I take a scar every time I cry

'Cause it ain't my style, no it ain't my style Going down to the gravel head to the barrel Take this life and end this struggle Los Angeles come scam me please

Emptiness never sleeps at Clifton's 6 a.m. With your bag lady friend and your mind descending Stripped of the right to be a human in control It's warmer in hell so down we go

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings

It's a ghost town rabid underworld Dionysian night vitriolic twilight A mirage comes up it never ends Once you get born you're never the same

Left behind erased from time Ain't no decency in being boxed up alive Look around ain't no R.I.P. signs here We don't rest in peace, we just disappear

So here we are Los Angeles No angels singing in your valley of unease I watch the sun roll down the pacific Over hooker sunset strip

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings

There's a black moon tonight Shining down on the western neon lights There's a black moon tonight Shining down on the western neon lights

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings

They say this is the city The city of angels All I see is dead wings.

Rebeca De Luca

Date: 2016-07-10 04:31 EST
"Come on, Mom. Wake up." A hand came out to tap the woman sprawled across the couch, littered with empty bottles and various drugs and paraphernalia scattered about her slumped and too-thin frame. The black-haired Italian girl cursed under her breath, nimble fingers carefully picked up the trash around her mother, tossing it in the bin she'd dragged close. Needles, bottles and small zip-lock bags that seemed like it would be a junkie's heaven. To her mother it was, and yet she still seemed miserable. Lips turned into a snarl, Rebeca shook her mother. "I hate it when you do this.." She mumbled, words unheard by the middle aged woman that was groaning and turning her head back and forth as she woke to a somewhat conscious state.

A hazy, intoxicated smile spread across the woman's lips as she looked through blur and spinning vision at her teenage daughter. "Heyyy babygirl." The words were slurred and nearly not to be understood if Becca hadn't spend a good percentage since she was 9 figuring out how to understand her mother's slurred speech. Three wrinkles appeared on the bridge of Becca's nose, a hand laced with cuts and broken skin over it's knuckles waved in front of her nose. "Jeez, Mom. When was the last time you brushed your teeth with anything but a bottle of Jack?" She nearly gagged at the rancid morning breath coming from between the woman's teeth, shaking her head before she snagged her mother's arm and looped it over her slender but strong shoulders. "Come on....let's get you to bed."

There was only a small, blitzed giggle that left the woman before a hand clamped over her mouth, eyes wide like someone had come up behind her and gave her a jump scare. She shook her head, audibly swallowing. A single finger with nails too flashy and long lifted as she let out another giggle while being hoisted up by her daughter, making a few stumbling steps until she found her balance. Or as much as she could muster..."Saved it!" She seemed so proud of that, and it made Rebeca's stomach churn in turn. How can you feel so proud when your teenage daughter is helping you to bed because you're too doped up and drunk to walk" There was some resentment in that inner monologue of the young Italian's but deep down she still loved her mother, still hoped that she would change some day. Be the woman Rebeca had looked up to, had admired and loved unconditionally, had been proud to say Hey, that's my Mom! Now, she was just a broken shell of a woman who only faintly resembled the woman Becca once knew behind that haggard face and glazed over expression.

Taking babysteps the whole way, mostly because the woman was taller than Becca and nearly leaning all of her weight on her. The femmina was built like an ox, but that didn't mean that carrying a wasted woman that nearly kept falling asleep with every step was an easy task. Grunting, grumbling and bitching under her breath the whole way, words remaining unheard by the out-of-it woman who's arms were looped around her leather clad shoulders. Finally, they made it to her mother's bedroom, where she slapped at the door until it opened fully and they shuffled in, trying not to stumble over her mother's heels and outfits scattered about the floor and furniture around the room. "Alright," she grunted, heaving her mother onto the bed, where she just flopped and bounced a couple times before she mumbled inaudible words beneath her breath before glazed over eyes started to hide behind make-up smeared lids. "I have to go to school. I'll be home around 3. I'll make you something to eat when I get home, Mama. When you wake up, try to shower, huh' You smell like a brewery that was hiding a heroine cartel." She mumbled the last sentence, all of it spoke with a dead expression, no hint of a smile or gleam in her eye other than maybe some anger that she tried to keep hidden around her mother.

"Have fun at school, baby." The woman's arm lifted in a half-hearted wave before flopping back to her stomach, joining the other hand as her head turned to the side and snoring poured from her lips. Just like that, she was out like a light again. Becca sighed, the muscles behind her jaw twitching with irritation as she looked around the room. She had no problem whatsoever with sex workers and strippers, she knew some pretty cool chicks at her mom's club that seemed to be doing just fine. It was just her mother that left to go into the back alley after work to meet her dealer and go home to get smashed out of her mind, slowly wasting away before her daughters eyes. Resentment flashed through Becca's eyes as she looked back at her mother before turning on an ankle-high leather biker boot and moved to the door, slipping out and shutting it behind her.

What happened to you, Mom' Why can't you get your shit together?

Rebeca De Luca

Date: 2016-07-10 06:18 EST
Driiiiiiiiiiiing.

You've made it this far, Bex. Just keep it up. Don't get into a fight, don't get suspended again. You got this. The mental pep talk kept up like that as she made it across the painted tiles of the school's hallway floor, her fingers picking at the worn strap of her olive-colored messenger bag slung over one shoulder. Paranoid eyes hidden behind furrowed brows and a warning glare shot to those who bothered to look at her, heavy booted steps kept going until the doors to the cafeteria were in sight.

High school was a bust. She'd seen documentaries on the animal kingdom that were more civilized and though it was survival of the fittest, she still thought it would be a better alternative to the prissy bitch cheerleaders, beefcake jocks and the judging eyes of teachers. She had a small crew of people she hung out with but mostly kept their hang outs at school. With exception of one gay metalhead who had managed to get in her good books enough that she hung out with outside of lunch and classes.

Slipping through the doors of the cafeteria, it didn't take her long to find her table of misfits scattered around the table; sitting in chairs, sitting on the table, sitting or standing by the table. A couple of them noticed her and waved, a returning upnod from the angry Italian back to them. She went over there, skipping the lunch line as her bag slid off her shoulder until the strap fell into her ready hand. She slung it into the side of one of the misfits who were reading the book. "Safe it for class, nerd." She teased, but her half-cocked smirk revealed her joking manner as the book worm of the group grunted at the impact of the heavy bag and looked up at her. "Maybe you should pick up a book now and then, Bexter. Maybe an insult thesaurus." He teased right back, a lazy and stoned smile etched across his features. A raspy laugh left the ruffian and she walked over to him, catching an apple tossed by another one of her allies of misfits which she caught in one hand and promptly took a bite out of it. She gave them a two-fingered salute of thanks and her other hand pushed the book to Trekkie's chest, tipping it upward so she could read the title. "You and your Sci-Fi shit, Trekkie." He grinned and held up one hand, splitting his fingers at the middle with two fingers pressed together on each side of the split, earning him a roll of the eyes. She loved science, could appreciate sci-fi flicks and books, but Star Trek wasn't her thing. She hated both Star Trek and Star Wars. "Dweeb..." She mumbled around the mouthful of the juicy apple, crunching away at it with her teeth.

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/df/ed/b1/dfedb1155bbd2a61db9c6cbf3eaa7425.jpg Photo reference for Trekkie, Jay Baruchel. (NPC)

She moved on to the next visit on the list, taking another bite of the ripe apple as she made it to Ace, her favorite gay metalhead. "Hey anal plug." She teased with a grin, climbing onto a chair before turning and sitting beside the lying form of a guy with somewhat unkept shoulder-length hair, wearing a Cujo pull-over sweatshirt and a pair of tight jeans littered with tears and stains. He was drumming in the air with his banged-up sticks, one earbud settled into the hole in his ear while his head bobbed away to the rhythm of the music she could hear from where she was sitting. "Whatcha listening to?" He looked over at her, grinning wide as he paused in his air drumming before setting aside the sticks. "If it isn't my favorite Wicked Bitch of the West." He cooed to her, then picked up the free earbud and held it out to her. "It's not the Distillers, but you'd probably like it." She immediately poked an apple covered tongue out at him, leaning back until her head met the ridges of his rib cage and plucked the earbud from him, gently easing it into her ear. "What is it?" She asked of him, but instead of waiting for him to reply, she rolled her small frame some to snatch up his ipod to discover it for herself. Her foot tapped on the chair beneath it, head nodding somewhat. "Inis Mona by Eluveitie"" She shrugged, "Never heard of it." She set the ipod down and settled back against him, listening to the words she vaguely understood through the raspy screaming, but it was the beat she was liking the most. "Folk Metal, babe. It's good shit. Who knew the Swiss could be metal, huh?" He smirked, head bobbing away to the beat and sound of the trashing guitars, bag pipes and drums. "They've gotta have something going for them other than hot women and Swiss cheese." She retorted, giving him a smirk before finishing off the apple and shooting the core like a basketball toward one of the trash bins, but missed as it just bounced off the rim. She made no moves to pick it up, instead just crinkled her nose at it. Ace's eyes danced to the apple core and he tapped a finger to her forehead. "Stick to Tats, Punkie. You'll never make it in B-ball." She could hear his wheezing from smoking since he was 11 as he laughed, and she smirked. "You got it, Ace. Speaking of which, when you gonna let me tattoo you?" Her steel gaze shifted to him, a challenging smile rested on her mouth. "When you get your license, and I trust you won't tat a dick on me somewhere." He scoffed, lifting his hand to tuck them beneath his head while they sprawled on the cafeteria table. She made a fake pout at him, a gleam in her gaze as she cooed to him, "But you love them so much." The corner of her mouth twitched as she looked at her favorite homo. The remark made him grin and he looked down high-cheekbones at her, lifting his brows in quick succession. "You know it, babe." But he still didn't agree to the tattoo yet. Pussy.

http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/33000000/miles-miles-mcmillan-33004040-466-700.jpg Image reference for Ace, Miles McMillan. (Playable Character)

His profile can be found here.

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Rebeca De Luca

Date: 2016-07-10 14:08 EST
Small talk was thrown about the group until lunch ended, the bell going off that signified it was time to head off to their next class. Science, bitch. One of her only classes through the day that had Ace in it. Which of course, left them walking together to next period.

Hand tucked deep into the pockets of his torn jeans, fiddling with the slit of torn denim as he slipped the white cotton fabric of the pocket through it. Ace's eyes slid over to where Becca was walking beside him, hands tucked into her leather jacket pockets. "How's your mom doing, Bex?" Their footsteps moved in unison, falling into step with one another as they always did, even though his were much longer than hers. He had a good 8 inches on her when it came to height.

She sighed, her oceanic eyes moving over to him with an unamused expression. "Same shit, different day, man. Had to cart her off to bed again this morning....completely fucking wasted." She sneered, contorting her mouth and exposing pearly whites. She was glad he didn't have to deal with what she did, the fact that both their mom's were strippers but he seemed to get the better deal. She was glad and somewhat bitter about it. Glad in the fact that she didn't want him to have to deal with that sort of business, he was a good guy through and through and she didn't want a junkie mom ruining that about him. Her resentment and bitter feelings were directed more towards her mother than him about the situation. If his mom can do it, you could've too, Mom.

"Damn, B. I thought she was gonna try to go clean again?" His fair lips pursed, that slight hint of a pout that offset the natural glare he always had. It was a complete contrast to his disposition, he didn't have a mean bone in his body. His lungs expanded then deflated as he heaved a sigh, one of his arms coming up to loop around her shoulders. He seemed to be one of the few that could touch her without her punching him, probably because she knew better than to think he'd ever knife her in the back.

A scoff slipped through snarling lips, her blue orbs ticking over to him with an expression that said no less than you're fucking joking, right? "Yeah, I'm a prima friggin' ballerina." She shook her head, snickering beneath her breath as they neared their classroom, their footsteps slowing as they got closer and closer to the door.

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug, fingers of the hand that remained in his pocket rolling a piece of lint around. "You used to be," he pointed out, lifting his brows at her. He knew Becca like the back of his hand, they've known each other since her mom started stripping at the same joint as his mother's. His own mother's bleeding heart was always trying to find that opportunity to fix Becca's, hoping that she would straighten herself out for her daughter's sake but from his point of view, she wasn't changing. As much as he hoped and dreamed she would. Becca needed it.

"I used to be, just like she used to be clean. Shit changes, Austin." She snapped at him, clearly done with talking about her mother for the day. Luckily, they'd made it to the science lab doors where she shook his arm off from her shoulders and tugged the door open, not saying anything more on the subject. She waltzed in like she owned the place, snapping her teeth at one of her classmates she would've loved to pound their skull into the pavement.

Ace stood outside for a moment, wiping off the frown from his mouth and shaking off her snapping. "Yeah, things do change.." he muttered under his breath, catching the door with fingers curled around the edge before following after Becca to join her at their table. He knew the rule, too. When science class started, one subject that they both enjoyed....No Mom talk. He could respect that.

Rebeca De Luca

Date: 2016-10-03 08:22 EST
The final bell went off, and it was one of the few times that she didn't want school to end. Science was the one thing in school she was good at other than gym. It was the one subject that wasn't in the trash. Somehow, she managed to fail all classes with impressively horrid marks, yet maintained at least a 90 or above grade average in science, a perfect score in gym class. It was the one point in the day where she didn't feel like her life was falling down the tube.

She dumped her books and belongings into her bag, pulling herself out of the plastic seat while slinging the back over her shoulder. As if it was routine, by the time she made it around the lab table, Ace was at her side. "What are you doing after school" Or do I even need to ask?"

"You don't need to ask." She retorted, snickering as her fingers twitched. She needed a smoke, both kinds. One was easier to obtain, she just needed to walk out those front doors to dig it out of her backpack.

"Jay and Duncan." He didn't say it as if it was a question, a slow bob of his head as if he knew.

"Just Duncan actually. He's doing something with his parents tonight." She swallowed the scoff that was creeping up her throat. He had good parents, she was happy for him. She fought back that resentment, that jealousy that ebbed on the edges of her mind. Not everyone has to live shitty like you do, Bex. Be happy he doesn't have to know what it feels like to pi-...

She was thankful for the intermission of Ace's voice that had her snapping her attention to him as they passed through the doorway, him taking the lead. "You guys going to get in trouble?" There was a bit of a smile on his face, not quite his Joker grin but it was close. She loved the fact that he never judged her for anything.

That smile was something you couldn't ignore, it lit up his eyes, his face. It lit up the whole damn room, almost blinding you. "Probably, you coming with?" She lifted her chin, a slow smile that shifted her appearance out of bitchy to almost a normal girl.

"Wish I could, but we adopted another puppy. You know.." he shrugged his shoulder, but he was beaming as they made their way down the hall to their lockers.

"Another one" How many you got now"!" Her eyes rolled as they came up on her locker first, looking over at him as she knocked the tumbler around with a few swipes of her fingers, hitting each memorized number in turn. "You hitting the hundreds yet?" She snickered, shaking her head at the exaggeration she made as she gave a jolting tug to unlatch the lock, slipping the metal loop out of the hole before prying open the locker to put the unnecessary items away.

Ace's shoulder met the unused lockers, hands slipping into his pockets as he let out a laugh. It was a pleasant sound. One Becca actually enjoyed hearing. "Nine. It's not that many." He objected, shaking that metal-head hair of his.

"Bull shit it's not that many. Seriously, dude. You and your mum should just buy out an animal shelter. It'd save you a lot of time and space." She finished up with the locker, slamming it closed and easing the lock into place, clicking it into place with the heel of her hand before spinning the dial to reset it.

His nose crinkled, a look of disgust lacing his features. "Animal shelters don't pay enough attention to the animals. They need love, man. Not just to be thrown into a kennel for God knows how long. With the cold floors....those stupid fluorescent lights.." He shuttered at the thought, shrugging away from the lockers as he and Becca made their way to his locker next.

With her pack lighter from the lack of books, exception to her science book. She'd do the class' homework, but that was the only class she'd do it for. The others could frankly go to Hell. "Alright, you got me there. Those places are pretty horrible. Even I can't go in there, it just makes me suicidal." She scoffed, clutching the strap of her bag as she trailed after him. "Your mum work tonight?" Her voice was quieter this time, aimed right for him as she glanced around. She didn't care about scrutiny against herself. She'd kick anyone's ass who talked shit. But she didn't want Ace getting the flack.

"Yeah, she works tonight. You going to be at the club later?" It was unorthodox for the stripper's kids to show up at the club but they knew the bouncer. Manny might as well be Becca's adopted, massive brother. And she liked the other strippers there. For some reason, her mother just seemed to be the worst of the bunch. The others hadn't fallen that far down the rabbit hole.

"I'll be there. You going to show?" She waited for him, standing beside him as he went about putting things away and taking things out of his locker.

"Yeah. I'll be there." He confirmed, a slow bob of his head. He was quick at his locker, having exchanged books and gotten together everything needed. He was a good student, honor roll through his entire existence in this Hellhole. She didn't understand he managed to maintain everything. The zoo he had at home, homework, hanging out with Becca and the gang on a regular basis. Walking his mother to and from work so she didn't get mugged or hurt on the way. All the while, he never seemed tired at school nor did he fall asleep in class. Even after a rough night of hanging out with Duncan, she found herself falling asleep by second period.

"Cool, I'll meet you there. I promised Manny I'd stop by." She never went for her mother, she went to see Manny or Ace, even Ace's mum or the other girls. Even the bartender that would sneak the hooligan a beer now and then. But never her Mum. Maybe she didn't want to see her stumbling off with some random man to go home with.

"Sweet deal, Bexter." He beamed at her, that familiar friendly face that seemed to be the sole thing that got her through the day.

She couldn't help but grin back at him, a light punch to his shoulder lashing out. "You're still my favorite homo." And then she was off, seeking out freedom and a much needed fix of nicotine. Even a much needed fix of Duncan.