Post by Cammie Moonites on Feb 18, 2009 13:24:07 GMT -10
I decided that I wanted to bring Horatio - Back. In one of my rp's so I wrote this. It's him at a club, I hope you enjoy!
CUE SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING HERE
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now
No more gas, in the rig, can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it
On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it
Feels like I'm going insane, yeah
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind, it can control you
It's too close for comfort
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia
Faded pictures on the wall, it's like they talking to me
Disconnecting on calls, the phone don't even ring
I gotta get out or figure this sh** out
It's too close for comfort, oh
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind it can control you
I feel like a monster, oh
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia, disturbia
Release me from this curse I'm in
Trying to maintain but I'm struggling
If you can't go-o-o
I think I'm gonna ah, ah, ah, ah
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia
Horatio had found himself in a club.. no less one of the lower quality ones that seemed to only attract idiots and rapists. He wasn't there because of a crime scene, no, he was there to lighten up, and take a break from the job that consumed every fiber of his being.
He sat alone at the bar, ordering drinks, and wondering if anyone he knew by chance would stroll inside. He knew he was mistaken in that hope. He shifted as he sat, the smell of raw sex, and biological was flowing inside of his nostrils, and he knew the smell anywhere.
The room was dark, with glow lights only lighting up the area, and there was a shadow that hung on the left side of Horatio's face any time he looked up.
He wasnt usually one to get drunk - he knew when to stop drinking, although women where walking up to him-
One lady had walked up to him and asked to see his gun - and they weren't talking about the Semi automatic Sig Sauer he usually carried with him.
Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking
You, your sex is on fire
The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying
You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest
You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Horatio sighed - he didnt want another relationship.. couldnt take another one going south..
The alcohol was working no doubt, soothing his wounds, and his awareness. Just what he needed.
He shifted again as he sat and then stood up taking his drink with him, - a Jack Daniels kind of man he was. Champagne was good too though.
Horatio allowed a snicker to cross his features, lightly as he stood, watching the people dance. He'd always wondered what people found so great about clubs and why they needed to go to them. He never found a reason for them although many a crime scene had brought him to one.
He sighed, rested his hands on his hips and stood observing. He wasnt going to get down there and dance, No. Instead, if someone asked him, he just pulled his gold shield out of his pocket and flashed it. And as soon as they saw it, he was left alone. Although the more intoxicated the more they started to question weather his shield was real or not.
He slowly walked outside - for the air was cramping him inside, and stood beside his hummer. Yes, because Horatio Caine, was the man he was he did indeed drive his departmental H2 to clubs.
When he reached it he noticed someone had broken into it - there was no anger, no fear no reprimand that he felt, he was too laced over with Jack to care.
He checked to see if his pistol was still where he'd hid it, and sure enough it was, and nothing was missing. The only thing he found, as he groggily read it was a note.
Horatio Caine: You are mine
Horatio didnt really care, death threats where always around him. Instead he smiled and looked to the moon.
"I'm back." he said and allowed a wide snicker person to cross his features.
"Horatio Caine - Has returned."
CUE SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING HERE
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now
No more gas, in the rig, can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it
On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it
Feels like I'm going insane, yeah
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind, it can control you
It's too close for comfort
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia
Faded pictures on the wall, it's like they talking to me
Disconnecting on calls, the phone don't even ring
I gotta get out or figure this sh** out
It's too close for comfort, oh
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind it can control you
I feel like a monster, oh
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia, disturbia
Release me from this curse I'm in
Trying to maintain but I'm struggling
If you can't go-o-o
I think I'm gonna ah, ah, ah, ah
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia
Horatio had found himself in a club.. no less one of the lower quality ones that seemed to only attract idiots and rapists. He wasn't there because of a crime scene, no, he was there to lighten up, and take a break from the job that consumed every fiber of his being.
He sat alone at the bar, ordering drinks, and wondering if anyone he knew by chance would stroll inside. He knew he was mistaken in that hope. He shifted as he sat, the smell of raw sex, and biological was flowing inside of his nostrils, and he knew the smell anywhere.
The room was dark, with glow lights only lighting up the area, and there was a shadow that hung on the left side of Horatio's face any time he looked up.
He wasnt usually one to get drunk - he knew when to stop drinking, although women where walking up to him-
One lady had walked up to him and asked to see his gun - and they weren't talking about the Semi automatic Sig Sauer he usually carried with him.
Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking
You, your sex is on fire
The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying
You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest
You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Horatio sighed - he didnt want another relationship.. couldnt take another one going south..
The alcohol was working no doubt, soothing his wounds, and his awareness. Just what he needed.
He shifted again as he sat and then stood up taking his drink with him, - a Jack Daniels kind of man he was. Champagne was good too though.
Horatio allowed a snicker to cross his features, lightly as he stood, watching the people dance. He'd always wondered what people found so great about clubs and why they needed to go to them. He never found a reason for them although many a crime scene had brought him to one.
He sighed, rested his hands on his hips and stood observing. He wasnt going to get down there and dance, No. Instead, if someone asked him, he just pulled his gold shield out of his pocket and flashed it. And as soon as they saw it, he was left alone. Although the more intoxicated the more they started to question weather his shield was real or not.
He slowly walked outside - for the air was cramping him inside, and stood beside his hummer. Yes, because Horatio Caine, was the man he was he did indeed drive his departmental H2 to clubs.
When he reached it he noticed someone had broken into it - there was no anger, no fear no reprimand that he felt, he was too laced over with Jack to care.
He checked to see if his pistol was still where he'd hid it, and sure enough it was, and nothing was missing. The only thing he found, as he groggily read it was a note.
Horatio Caine: You are mine
Horatio didnt really care, death threats where always around him. Instead he smiled and looked to the moon.
"I'm back." he said and allowed a wide snicker person to cross his features.
"Horatio Caine - Has returned."
