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Post by JOHN MALACHI BOYER on May 11, 2010 17:01:56 GMT -5
 SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD• to believe there's someone else who could be •JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME
It was afterschool hours. Thank God, summer was creeping just right down the corner. School was such a bore that he often felt his pain disorder teasing him in his spine as the teacher blab on and droned. There were no excitement and it brought pain. What a strange conflict. Really! He ought to write a book about it. Boredom was the devil's setting, his tool brought the pain. Excitement, while it was a dance with the devil, gave him a fighting chance. Survival of the fittest, except John wasn't feeling so strong at the moment. The joints in his hands and knuckles were throbbing for no reason. It was worrisome. It could mean nothing tomorrow or it could bring a week of laying around in his bed waiting for the pain to fade. Shit! His lower back was even a little stiff. Growling under his breath, he slammed shut his locker with what he needed in hand. It was pay day today, chronic pain or not.
"How ya doing?" he said, shoving a bag into some kid's stomach. He took it and looked about the gym nervously. "Trust me, we're fine." John assured him, lying through his teeth. Actually there was a chance someone, even a teacher, could walk into this drug deal but whatever. He wasn't feeling very stressed to tie the loose ends. Especially for a weed deal. It's not crack, then John might feel more pressured. The kid reached into his pockets, wrestling his fingers with a few flaps of green bills. John took it, counted it and flashed him a grin. "Good." The kid walked quickly, no practically ran outside. Eyes wide with amusement, he sat down on the benches in the empty gymnasium. He lit himself a malboro red cigarette idly, bored and hurting a bit more.
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LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! sorry it didn't come up as quickly as i had wanted to post it. anyway, it's here now at least!? =D |
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Post by TALON SARAH MCALEXANDER on May 13, 2010 17:30:09 GMT -5
Why Talon did half the things she did was a complete mystery to herself as well as others. She listened to her impulses rather than her mind and what was considered right or wrong. Talon really didn't know what was right or wrong, she had ideas of what others thought they were but there was just something with the girl that didn't allow her to process good and bad, people told her that Christian was bad, but they were in love, he was all good to her. Other people were wrong, that was it.
Tal meandered around the school or building or what ever you would call it for over an hour with a curious look plastered to her pale face. She had her usual re-occurring questions buzzing behind gray eyes. When can I leave? Why am I not with my love? Why am I here? and many more in depth questions. She did like it here, she had a few friends and it was nice to get away from the usual hustle and bustle of her Californian home, but she was also torn about where she wanted to be. She wanted to be around Christian but he had vanished, and she wanted to be back in Denmark with her family. She would have to wait for now. Maybe in the near future.
She walked one light step after the other towards the gymnasium with no set goal. Talon felt like she wanted to just sit in there and maybe practice her push ups. Despite her thin and fragile-looking deposition, Tal was a tough girl she was in ballet through out her childhood and when she was scared in that cellar she would practice till she hurt, it gave her strength. Talon walked through the door and shut it softly, her flats tapped the linoleum floor of the gym softly with each light step. She looked around the large empty room and her eyes stopped on a boy, smoke emanating from his body. She back up to the bleachers quietly and took a seat just watching him. She wasn't sure if he had noticed her entrance but she wasn't in the mood to be loud or outgoing today. |
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Post by TALON SARAH MCALEXANDER on May 13, 2010 17:30:38 GMT -5
Why Talon did half the things she did was a complete mystery to herself as well as others. She listened to her impulses rather than her mind and what was considered right or wrong. Talon really didn't know what was right or wrong, she had ideas of what others thought they were but there was just something with the girl that didn't allow her to process good and bad, people told her that Christian was bad, but they were in love, he was all good to her. Other people were wrong, that was it.
Tal meandered around the school or building or what ever you would call it for over an hour with a curious look plastered to her pale face. She had her usual re-occurring questions buzzing behind gray eyes. When can I leave? Why am I not with my love? Why am I here? and many more in depth questions. She did like it here, she had a few friends and it was nice to get away from the usual hustle and bustle of her Californian home, but she was also torn about where she wanted to be. She wanted to be around Christian but he had vanished, and she wanted to be back in Denmark with her family. She would have to wait for now. Maybe in the near future.
She walked one light step after the other towards the gymnasium with no set goal. Talon felt like she wanted to just sit in there and maybe practice her push ups. Despite her thin and fragile-looking deposition, Tal was a tough girl she was in ballet through out her childhood and when she was scared in that cellar she would practice till she hurt, it gave her strength. Talon walked through the door and shut it softly, her flats tapped the linoleum floor of the gym softly with each light step. She looked around the large empty room and her eyes stopped on a boy, smoke emanating from his body. She back up to the bleachers quietly and took a seat just watching him. She wasn't sure if he had noticed her entrance but she wasn't in the mood to be loud or outgoing today. |
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Post by JOHN MALACHI BOYER on May 14, 2010 18:50:37 GMT -5
 SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD• to believe there's someone else who could be •JUST AS MESSED UP AS MEWhile most students here practically screamed their boredom to anyone who listened all day and night around here, John preferred to laze around like a cat. Smoking in the bleachers, he felt the nicotine relaxed him more and more with each breath. He loved the fact that he was alone right now. He rested his head on another bench, staring up at the high high ceilings of the gym. He was half asleep as he continued smoking, this was a skill he had perfected since he first smoked his first cigarette. He remembered Mischa bitching about how he'll pull an Edie Sedgwick and burn down the house because he fell asleep with a lit cigarette.
Eyes closed, and occasionally fingering the cigarette from his lips to exhale, he got the feeling through his sleepiness that he wasn't alone. Was it the weed-kid back for more or something? That'd be annoying. He didn't look up yet, instead just continued minding his own business. But the feeling of eyes on him continued nagging him like some snot nosed kid. He dropped the cigarette down, smushed it with his feet as he looked around- spotting a girl watching him play mr. chimney. Well, that was annoying too. He gestured her to come, however, in a nonthreatening way.
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LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
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