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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 11, 2006 14:19:00 GMT -4
Lainey had found the Debriefing House by herself. It was a beautiful, large brick house. She had thought it was just for meetings, but boy, had she been wrong. The living room was huge. There was a living area with a huge TV that doubled as a computer. That was the main one she had found out; the one that could track crimes in the city. Not only could it do that, but this computer/TV came with HBO, huge stereo speakers that connected with others all over the house, an alarm, and probably more things she had most likely never heard of. The biggest couch she’d ever seen was in the area as well, with a coffee table and two unnecessary chairs and end tables. Closer to the front door of the house, along the wall, were lockers where their “uniforms” were kept. Yes, uniforms, but we’ll get to that way later. Behind the couch was an impressive pool table that begged to be played on.
The kitchen was off in the far area. There was everything you’d need: an oven, dishwasher, sink, refrigerator, freezer, countertops, an island with stools around it, and it looked like a pantry filled with snacks. Whoever arranged this for the Team was incredibly smart. The dining area was to the right of the living area. It was a large, long, wide table with around ten seats. One extra for a guest, or maybe even the Dean himself? There was a bathroom in a small hallway near the kitchen, and that was it for the Living Area.
But that wasn’t it for the Debriefing House. Far from it.
Down another hallway there were bedrooms a bit bigger than the ones in the dorm rooms. Like the dorms, they were for one person at a time. There were thirteen bedrooms in all, spread out between three floors. Two bedrooms were down in the massive basement along with a game room, gym, and locker room complete with showers, toilets, and a sauna. The ground floor had three bedrooms and a bathroom there. The upstairs had the eight other bedrooms and two more bathrooms. This house was amazing.
When she first walked in the house, she knew she’d definitely move in. There were too many perks to not. She could make her own breakfast, lunch, and dinner which she preferred, since she loved to cook. Lainey could watch TV, take a shower in a private bathroom. She could work out in the basement, practice pool, use the phones, and always be close by when the alarm starts to sound. It was perfect. So, she had to leave her nice painted room and pack up her clothes and belongings (which weren’t that many.) Lainey used her powers to help carry her bags out. Every once in awhile she’d get distracted and everything would drop, but that was the most exciting thing about ‘moving in.’ Arriving back at her new house, she was astounded to see that no one else had moved in yet, even though the Dean had clearly expressed they could all move in once the Team was designated. It was late Saturday afternoon, after the Team had been announced that morning, and after she had met most of her team mates out on Campus. Unfortunately, she’d also met Jade.
It wasn’t time to talk about the negatives, though. She had first pick on a room. And after going through every single room from bottom to top, she picked one on the second floor. It had a great window, nice walk in closet, and a bed built into the floor. It was hard to describe, but it was amazing. And best of all? The walls were already painted yellow.
It didn’t take her that long to unpack and put all of her things away. She was excited to explore the house more, and she also didn’t have that much to pack. Lainey had run away from home, without permission, to come to this school. She couldn’t afford to take too much with her. After she unpacked, she went downstairs to the kitchen. She went through the cabinets and the refrigerator. There was food to last them for two days, but they’d need to go shopping. But lucky for her, there was milk, butter, sugar, brown sugar, vanilla extract, baking soda, and chocolate chips. In a cabinet near the dishwasher there were different kind of cooking pans, including a cookie tray. Someone must have known she loved to bake chocolate chip cookies.
Weird, and kind of creepy. But, she just went ahead and made them anyway.
Once they were all plopped onto the cookie sheet and baking in the oven for ten minutes, the soft smell of cookies started floating around the house. Any team member who entered the house would smell something delicious, which was, it had to be said a nice way to come home. Plus, it might be an easy way to start a conversation.
“God, these are delicious!”
“Oh, thanks. I always used to make them at home.”
“Really? Where are you from?”
Etc, etc. And even if it didn’t start a good conversation, Lainey would have a good time eating them. But not as good of a time running them off.
While waiting for them to bake, she sat herself down onto the huge couch. It was incredibly comfort, made of a fabric that seemed like it could be either cool or warm if you wanted it to be. She found the remote control and flipped on the TV, now noticing that under the big TV/computer was a desk with a smaller version of it. She watched as both screens flicked through channels for a few minutes, bored, then settled on The Simple Life. She chuckled a few times, watching how they did so many stupid things and seemed to get away with it all. As they were dancing on tables, Lainey suddenly remembered something she had heard.
It was tradition for the Team to host an amazing party at the Debriefing House the night they got picked. It was tradition for the students, actually, none of the teachers knew about it. And if they did, the Team would have gotten kicked out of school, since they were breaking about every rule in the book. The party was hardcore: loud music, booze, drugs, of course most provided by Speed, she had heard. And apparently, the Debriefing House was sound proofed. It was some kind of legend—the best party of the year. Everyone in school was invited, but only the few chosen ones knew about it. And by few, about thirty. Sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on the Team and how many people they knew.
Lainey had never been a huge party girl. She liked to go out and drink with her friends, but didn’t do it a huge amount because of all the sports she did. This would be a completely new experience. She pushed herself up and tore her eyes away from the screen as she checked the cookies. They were a nice golden brown, and the aroma seeped out of the oven when she opened it. Using a baking pan she pulled them out and placed them on top of the stove. Examining her cookies, she smiled wide. They were perfect.
Tonight would be perfect, too.
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 11, 2006 14:33:57 GMT -4
[Yesssssss we get partyyyyyy *happy dance*]
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Paige Haddix
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Post by Paige Haddix on Jun 11, 2006 14:41:29 GMT -4
Paige was super excited to be part of the team. She couldn’t even believe the honor that was hers, to be the first freshman ever to qualify. Paige had been living at Hawthorne longer than anyone else on campus (aside from some teachers, of course), even before she was old enough to join the school, and she had grown up living and breathing the desire to make the cut. Now that she was finally old enough, she was experiencing her dream come true. She was about to enter the debriefing house.
She fell in love right away. The large brick house was welcoming, not intimidating, and the cheerful landscaping was exactly to her taste. Usually she didn’t appreciate houses that were too large, preferring more cottage-looking abodes, but this was perfect. She stopped on the pathway outside the door for a second to breathe in the glory. She already knew what color room she wanted: green, her favorite color, because it’s so soothing and tranquil.
Paige was carrying all her bags with her. She hadn’t bothered to check out the Debriefing House first, since I had been her lifelong dream to live there. It wasn’t like she was going to pass on this opportunity just because the décor wasn’t to her liking. She reached for the stately door handle and hesitated for just a second. Paige was a little bit shy, and she was worried to enter and find a bunch of older students already buddied up, and she was worried about that feeling you get when you enter a party you’re not invited too. But she brushed it away, and stepped inside.
The first thing that hit her was the smell. It reminded her of home, of mothers and love and feeling safe. It was cookies, chocolate chip, her favorite kind. Paige closed her eyes and stood in the doorway, savoring the smell. When she opened them, she gasped. The room was the most beautiful, most luxurious she had ever set foot into. Not only ws it fabulous, it felt homey, too. She could definitely imagine making friends in a setting like this.
Paige tossed her bags onto the enormous comfy couch and called out in her most cheerful, endearing voice, “Hello? Is anyone home?”
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 11, 2006 17:14:40 GMT -4
Lainey had picked up a cookie in her hand and was blowing on it as she heard a voice behind her. She spun around to see a girl a few inches taller than her throwing her bags on the couch. The girl had gorgeous red hair. She was cute, but she looked kind of young. Lainey tilted her head and came out of the kitchen area, presenting herself to this girl. That had to be the freshman. Lainey offered her a wide smile and a wave as she bit into the cookie. It wasn’t crunchy and it wasn’t too doughy—somewhere in between. The perfect cookie. Lainey had been making them long enough to always expect one; and that’s normally what she got.
“Hi,” she said brightly, tucking a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m Lainey Carson, a sophomore. And you are…?”
She retreated back into the kitchen area to grab this girl a plate and a cookie of her own. She walked back out, noticing the girl taking a look at her surroundings. Lainey gave her the cookie and wondered if this girl was as awestruck as she was when she first walked in. The house was amazingly impressive. Lainey looked at the girl: her hazel eyes and the freckles all over her face. She couldn’t help wondering what her powers were.
“So, what can you do?” she asked, then realizing she hadn’t specified what the Hell she was talking about. “I mean, what are your powers?”
Subconsciously, Lainey started planning for the party in her mind. She could hook her laptop up to the huge computer and play her good music. God only knew what people here listened to. What would she wear? She could go the whole “I’m not trying to look good, but I just do” look, but would she be able to pull it off? That was something Blair Banks could master when she woke up in the morning. Lainey could wear a jean skirt and some kind of tight T-shirt. She’d rather not wear a cami, inviting every boy in the room to stare at her body obviously.
Lainey crossed her arms and thought about this girl. Would they become good friends—close enough to tell anything to one another? Anything except for that one thing that had been lingering in the back of her mind since she had found out. She had been created for one purpose; only alive to fulfill his dream. And so far, she hadn’t even come close. There had to be some kind of catch. She wanted to believe that it was that easy—that she could pick whatever side she wanted to be on, and that she could do whatever her little heart contented. But she wasn’t that gullible. And besides, she could feel it, something primal rising inside her, and something on the outside like a dark cloak covering any ray of hope left. If the Devil was really coming back, he’d come back as soon as he could and with a bang.
Hopefully the bang didn’t have anything to do with Seth.
She grabbed some of the girl’s bags. “Want to find yourself a room? You’ll have good selection since you’re the second who’s come.” Lainey nodded and led the way into the hallway, opening the first door on her right and showing the bedroom to her.
“Heard about the party that’s supposed to be tonight?”
[short.]
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Post by sethhudson on Jun 11, 2006 18:12:29 GMT -4
[-looks for captian- -looks in mirror- Found 'im!]
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 11, 2006 18:43:56 GMT -4
“Come on out Billie! We need to go…Come on. I’ll give you a treat…â€
That got him. Billie, Wynne’s cat, slowly slid out from underneath the bed. He sat down and looked at Wynne with his bright green eyes. He gave a soft meow and Wynne laughed a little. She grabbed the cat treats and gave him a few. She stood back up and opened her suitcase. There was a suitcase full of neatly folded clothes and about 3 books. At least 20 other books were still sprawled across Wynne’s bed. She closed the suitcase and, with some difficulty, pulled it off the bed and onto the floor. She ran over to the opposite side of the room and grabbed a book bag. She unzipped it and began to place the rest of her books into the bag. After she finished that, she grabbed her book bag and set it next to her suitcase.
Wynne had only stayed in this room for about a day. She hadn’t really unpacked anything because she knew she would be going to the Debriefing House. The Dean asked her to return back to the team before the last summer started. Wynne looked around and sighed. She loved the Debriefing House. Considering she lived there last year, she knew where everything was and all the secret areas.
Wynne’s cat meowed at her and she looked back at her black cat. She smiled a little and looked down at him.
“Ready to go?â€
She picked the tiny cat up and placed him in his carrier. She also had a mouse named Hector; he was in his carrier at the door also. Wynne looked at all her stuff, trying to figure out how she was going to carry it all. She sighed and pulled her book bag around her shoulder. The mouse carrier, fortunately was shaped like a purse so she wrapped it around her arm. The cat carrier was in her left hand and her suitcase was in her right. She was ready!
Very slowly, she made her way out of the desolate room and walked up to the debriefing house. She finally made it there and she opened the door. A wave of the smell of cookies met her nose and she smiled. Someone here was a good cook. Good thing too because last year…well let’s just say the meals were disgusting. Wynne didn’t know how much longer she would be able to carry her stuff so she walked forward, not saying hello to anyone, and down to the basement. Jade would probably want the other spare room down here. If anyone took it from her, well, there would be a tad bit of trouble.
She flopped all her stuff on the bed and pulled Hector’s cage out. She placed him into the cage and grabbed Billie. She would unpack later. She would to say a little “Hello†to everyone. While still holding Billie, she walked back upstairs and looked around.
The new girl was their and another new girl. Younger girl too. She didn’t want Lainey to think her to be just like Jade so she smiled a little and walked up to her.
“Umm…Hello…You're Lainey, right?â€
She tilted her head a little and scratched the cats’ neck.
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Paige Haddix
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Post by Paige Haddix on Jun 11, 2006 19:04:26 GMT -4
Lainey seemed cheerful, and she made some wicked good cookies, so Paige’s first impression of her was definitely positive. Lainey was super cute, but Paige wasn’t the jealous type. She appreciated the help with her stuff; the walk from the Freshman Dorm had been positively hellish with all the art gear she had brought along. She hoped she could find a room with big windows so she could get some nice natural light and be able to paint some still lifes. She thought some paintings would make excellent presents for her new teammates.
As Lainey led Paige to the girls’ rooms, Paige was delighted to see that the Debriefing House just got better and better. And she got to live there! The taste of the cookie was in her mouth and it was the sweetest thing she’d ever experienced. Walking down the long, elegant corridors, Paige fantasized about gearing up and sitting down with her new friends in front of the giant debriefing TV and learning about whatever menace they’d be defending against. Despite her ebullient fantasies, Paige cautioned herself that with the opportunity to perform heroics came the possibility of failure. This brought to mind her ultimate failure, and she angrily pushed it from her mind. No need to dwell on that now, it was the happiest day of her life!
It had been too long since she’s spoken, and, never a fan of awkward moments, Paige burst out cheerily, “I’m Paige Haddix, I’m a healer. My mom bakes cookies just like yours and I hope she sends me some!” A lie; Paige’s parents had been dead for years, that’s why she had lived at Hawthorne for so long. No need to tell anyone, just keep perpetuating the lies and no one will ever know what you don’t want them to… “What’s this about a party? Cool!”
Actually, it wasn’t that cool. Paige had only been to cutesy birthday parties for her friends, never a hardcore high school party. Sure she was pretty enough to be invited to a couple, but she was always too shy. It would be okay, she supposed, if she were going with a bunch of friends; but this party would be a bunch of people she didn’t know, doing a bunch of things she didn’t even want to think about, and it might be a little much for her.
“I love parties! I used to go to them all the time in my old town, in Maryland. Dancing is pretty much my favorite!”
More lies, but who would ever know?
A new girl came in; not new, it was Wynne Westwater. Paige had heard of her. She had been on the team before. Wynne was a bit of a bookworm, so Paige had heard, but obviously that hadn’t hindered her ability to make friends, as was obvious from her greeting to Lainey. Paige already felt left out, and Wynne’s cat reminded Paige that she still had to go back and get Noel, her bunny, from her old room. Paige thought about the upcoming party and got even more nervous. What was she going to do, learn how to dance all by herself between now and the party, or just back out? She wouldn’t back out—she had to prove herself to her friends, or at least try to make them her friends. Paige had work to do before the night was up.
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 11, 2006 19:31:57 GMT -4
Paige Haddix? The Healer? She was the freshman—the first freshman to make the team ever. It was a pretty high honor, did the eccentric girl even realize it? And she seemed nice and fragile and young, like she hadn’t experienced anything bad in her life. Would she be able to harden by the time they were out fighting? She seemed too sweet to imagine in battle, but then again, Lainey wasn’t supposed to judge people by their looks. Maybe Paige had a strong resilient side. Maybe she had gone through something bad in her life and she was just excellent at hiding it.
“Maryland, huh? What town?”
She’d been to Maryland for tournaments before. And on the way she’d passed through Washington DC. It was a thriving city with shops and so many beautiful sights. She’d wanted to stay there, but the bus they were on didn’t even stop. No pit stop, no flat tire or accident; they just passed right on through like DC was just another Burger King on an endless highway. They dropped off Paige’s bags in a rather large room with a huge window. She had an excellent view, and even the walls seemed to Paige’s liking—they were green.
As they made their way back to the living room, Lainey saw Wynne come in through the front door. She didn’t look anywhere near as astonished as Lainey or Paige did, just merely happy to be there. Wynne had acknowledged her, which made Lainey smile. Wynne didn’t seem to be like her friend, Jade, whatsoever. Good. Because Lainey definitely wouldn’t have been able to deal with two Jades in one house. And then the thought hit her: she would be living with Jade. No! Not a good idea at all. They had talked for maybe three minutes and already hated each other. Living down the hallway wasn’t smart. They had to deal with each other on missions and such, but living together? She could already imagine the fights they’d get in.
“Jade, if you’re going to use my toothpaste would you squeeze from the bottom?!”
“Stop using all the hot water, you blonde hog! Other people have to take showers, you know!”
“If you’re going to use the last paper towel, you need to replace the roll!”
It would be stupid things. They’d probably end up getting in a fist fight or playing dirty pranks on one another at every chance possible. The Dean said he had placed powers and personalities together perfectly. Did he completely miss the part where he put Jade and Lainey on the same team?
“Yep, I’m Lainey,” she said, smiling. “And you’re Wynne? I heard this is your second year on the team. Congratulations.”
A sincere compliment. She hoped Wynne wasn’t like Jade in that respect. Lainey glanced at Paige next to her, looking a little uncomfortable. She had seemed perfectly outgoing a few seconds ago. You add another person and she clams up? Lainey didn’t think about it too long; it was probably really intimidating to be in a Junior and a second year teamer’s presence. She didn’t blame her. Lainey was intimidated and chose her words wisely, but she wasn’t going to shut up.
“And this is Paige,” Lainey said, giving Paige a little nudge toward Wynne. “She’s a freshman; the healer.”
The blonde suddenly remembered her cookies sitting on the island table innocently. If everyone in the house decided to hate her at least she could make herself useful by cooking. Lainey scooped a few on a plate, walked back over, and held the plate up in front of her two teammates.
“Want a cookie?”
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 11, 2006 19:53:20 GMT -4
Upon returning to his dormitory, Jake sort of wished he hadn’t made such a mess. He just hadn’t expected to be appointed to the Team, that was all. Jake honestly had no idea why he was on the Team, but he was willing to take it on like he normally did; head-on. He was probably going to have to work harder or something, but Wynne had already offered to “help.” This mainly consisted of Wynne talking at him and writing things down for him, while Jake nodded along and admired her features. Whenever she noticed, he would tell her he was “marveling at her beautifully delicate bone structure.”
The best part about being part of the Team wasn’t the glory at fighting crime, wasn’t the nice building you got to live in, or the educational experience he was going to get. The best part was the hella kick-ass party that was thrown every year in the Team’s honor. Jake only had to stay with Wynne for a little before disappearing off somewhere to smoke a joint, and possibly get away with it because everyone was doing it. Even Wynne was known to sip champagne or something when the ambiance was perfectly balanced. Jake hadn’t known her to get wild when drunk, but whatever. Jake remembered her getting tipsy and giggling a lot, but he was too smashed on his own part to remember much anyway. When Jake was drunk, he was wild. When Jake was stoned, he was ultra mellow. When Jake was a combination of both, he threw up a lot. But how often was he ever drunk and high at the same time? Not very often at all. Tonight was as good as any night.
He hauled out his two bags and began to chuck his stuff back into them. Shirts, pants, toothbrush, toothpaste, Preparation H…(just checking if you’re paying attention). Without very much difficulty, he managed to close his trunk. He straightened up and looked around. Where the hell was his stupid cat? Normally, his fat cat could be found somewhere, but even when Jake slapped the bed to scare him out from under it, the cat was to be found.
“Kittyface? I know you’re here. Get your fat lazy ass out her.” Nothing. “Whatever, man. Hang loose. I’m moving out.”
Kittyface wouldn’t stay MIA forever. He was probably off making baby kitties or something, because his mother wouldn’t let him fix any of the animals they had. His mother always had like, twenty cats running around their house, plus some pigs, or goats, llamas…whatever she really wanted at that point in time.
He blinked in the early afternoon sunlight, feeling like a loser, hauling his bags along. He used to have one of those rolly backpacks, you know, that you pulled along behind you, until he got hit in the face for it. When he told Eric, Eric laughed and said, “What’d you think, you little douche. Those things suck.” So much for a caring older brother.
When he reached the Debriefing House, the door was open. He put his stuff down in the doorway and characteristically stretched his arms above his head. He recognized two thirds of the people in front of him: there was a redhead he didn’t know, that girl Lainey, and this other brown haired girl he sort of knew from somewhere. He was about to say something when Lainey, who was holding a plate of cookies, said “Want a cookie?”
“Yes,” he said, stepping between the two girls and plucking a couple of cookies from the plate. “Don’t eat any, Wynne, you’ll get fat,” he said, turning back to his things. He picked them up and began to walk towards the rooms.
He heaved his stuff into an empty room, and, not caring whether they were assigned or not, threw his bags onto the bed. He ate one of the cookies in one bite, and called down the hallway, “Shit, these are good. Who made these? Does this happen every day?”
[Ehh whatever.]
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 11, 2006 20:21:52 GMT -4
Wynne knew Lainey would be a little hesitate to talk to her after seeing her and Jade together but her and Jade were very different. Even though they were best friends (which was weird because Jade and friends don’t really fit together) they were still entire different. Most people were surprised when they saw Jade and Wynne speaking together. People immediately thought,
“Oh Wynne’s super smart. She must be doing Jade’s homework because Jade threaten to beat her up.â€
Entirely not true. Wynne just sort of caught on to Jade’s personality. Jade told her about her powers and how if she loses control of her emotions, bad things would happen. So if she had to be an ice queen because she was trying to protect the people around, then that was fine with Wynne. Just because she couldn’t really express her emotions, it didn’t mean that she didn’t want a friend. She just didn’t want stupid friends. And Wynne was not stupid.
Well, not most of the time. Wynne smiled a little to Lainey.
“Yea, my second year on the team. I’m excited. Congratulations on making the team also.â€
She nodded and looked over at the freshman Paige. She nodded and smiled.
“A healer? Wow, that’s going to be helpful. Thankfully I don’t do much of the hard labor work so I won’t need to be healed very often but believe me, a lot of people are going to need your help so always be alert.â€
Wow, she just met this girl, like 5 seconds ago, and she was already lecturing her.
Stop being the teacher! Why can’t you just smile and say, Nice to meet you!?
“It’s nice to meet you.â€
Wynne nodded and smiled a little. Paige had a huge honor of being excepted into the team and only being a freshman. Wynne wondered if she could handle it. Wynne looked at the door when it opened and saw Jake coming in. She smirked a little and then looked back at Paige.
Wynne watched Lainey walk out with some cookies. She smiled a little at her. Wynne wanted to kick Jake for that comment. She bit her lip and shook her head a little.
“Umm…No thank you. I’m not really hungry.â€
She nodded and walked into the kitchen grabbed an empty soda bottle and walked over to where Jake was. She leaned against the doorframe and chucked the can at him. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough to show she was a little upset in what he said. She tilted her head a little.
“Jerk…â€
She narrowed her eyes a little and turned around. She smiled a little and walked back into the living room. She could never really be truly mad at Jake. Everything that came out of his mouth was a joke and so was his little “fat†comment. She walked over to the living room and leaned against the doorframe, looking around to see if anything had changed from last year.
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The Amazing Flick
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 11, 2006 20:27:39 GMT -4
-snickers- Am I going to be the first non-team memeber to jump into this topic? -tilt- will be awfully awkward
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 11, 2006 20:32:35 GMT -4
I'll officially start the party in my post. Kay? So then it won't be as awkward? *Tilt*
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The Amazing Flick
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 11, 2006 20:34:29 GMT -4
-shrugs- Whatever you'd like love, I'm glad to post either way, just giving you a hard time -grins-
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 11, 2006 20:43:55 GMT -4
At Jake’s comment, she smiled. She liked how Wynne and Jake could just freely say anything to each other. No matter what it was, it some how translated into ‘I love you.’ She wanted that—Lainey had always wanted something like that. She was never much of a one night stand, let’s make out and then you get out, kind of girl. Her friends back at Hartford were, and she’d always be dragged in, but half ass it. She didn’t want to hook up, she wanted a boyfriend. A walking hand in hand, hug and kiss on the cheek, go out to dinner, saying I love you kind of relationship. Lainey had never had a meaningful one.
She watched as he made his way through the house like he owned it already. But he was amusing and tonight, he’d probably be a whole lot of fun. And Lainey loved to have fun.
Calling back to him she said, “Thanks, me, and only if you’re nice.”
Since Wynne had politely declined, she placed the cookie plate on the coffee table for anyone to grab when they came in. Lainey looked out the windows, watching the sun slowly set, wondering when this party was supposed to start. Who was going to come? What was she going to wear?
To Wynne’s congratulations, she replied, “Thanks!” She paused for a few seconds, looking around the room, and then to either one of the Juniors in the room, “When does this thing start?”
But it seemed her question was about to be answered when there were knocks at the door. She made to walk over and open it, but it opened by itself and people started pouring in. Cases of beer were placed everywhere, someone had cued the music, and already the lights were dimming. People were rolling joints in the corner, and others were dancing, gyrating obscenely to the music with almost no clothes on. It was definitely a party, probably the best there’d ever be. And she wasn’t dressed for it at all. Excusing herself politely, she walked into the hallway and then up to her room, getting changed into something better. She pulled on a jean skirt and a black halter top. She left her hair down, which was straight, not one hair out of place. And since she barely ever wore make up, she thought now was as good as ever to try some out.
The lip gloss went on easy, but she had a hard time with the eyeliner, but using the aid of a magazine she managed to put it on straight. She blinked a few times, stared in her mirror, astonished. She looked really good. She’d worn make up before, but tonight it was different. She finished off with mascara, and for the first time, she felt really pretty.
As she went back into the living room, the party had gotten even rowdier. Lainey looked around, wondering if anything had broken, but deciding to just have fun. As some older looking guy passed her a cup with beer she sipped it slowly and smiled. She put the drink down, not feeling anything yet—no buzz, no tingle, not tipsy at all, but she started dancing anyway. She hadn’t danced in so long. And while she moved from person to person, she wondered where Paige was and whether she was dancing like she said she loved to. Lainey looked for Jake and Wynne, wondering if they decided to skip the party and just make up. She wondered if Wynne would wear something a little less conservative and if Jake was going to get completely trashed. She wondered whether Seth was up for these kind of things.
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 11, 2006 21:06:04 GMT -4
Jake returned to his room and unzipped on of the bags. He didn’t want to unpack yet, he just always felt better with the Good Book was in his nightstand, not because of it’s religious value, but because he just always felt more secure with his hollowed-out copy of the Holy Bible where it should be. He was hunched over his bag, chewing another cookie, when someone threw a soda bottle at his head. He turned around, starting to say, “What the hell?” and realized it was Wynne, and she didn’t look her happiest.
“Jerk,” she said.
Jake’s people were silenced. He often overdid it with the jokes, but he also knew she would never stay mad at him for very long. The first time he had called her his hooker, she stopped talking to him until Jake asked, “What’s wrong?” She had almost cried when he first told her to “take off her clothes and perform a sexy minstrel show.” But they were still together, through…thick and thin.
“Wynne! It was a joke, Wynne, I was kidding,” he said, following her down the hall. He wasn’t sure if she heard, though, because there was already music thudding in the main room. Jake ran back down the hallway, closed the door, and then back to the scene of the crime. People were already shirtless (men for the most part) and shaking their asses to whatever was playing. Jake wasn’t really a dancing kind of guy-he normally sat at the bar and drank hella shots while everyone he knew danced. People were pressing plastic, overflowing cups of beer around the room, and there were a couple of people making out in the corner. But what Jake was really interested in was the guys with the goods-those rolling cigarettes of our boy’s favorite vegetable.
He looked around again once for Wynne, but figured she wasn’t around. He accepted a cup of beer and wormed his way through people to get to the buds.
“Hey, fellas. Roll me up a big fattie and quick, my girlfriend’s coming.”
One of the guys bent over and snorted cocaine off the table, and another took a hit from his bong and passed him the grass. With expert hands, Jake quickly rolled a blunt with a cigar. He took the razor blade off the table, slit the cigar, and emptied the tobacco out of it. He licked the inside of the paper, slathering his tongue enough so that it would hold, and filled it with grass. He licked the opening enough so that it would stick better, and wormed his way through people to add his own special touch. He placed the joint in the microwave and heated it for about five seconds, then took it out and, looking around sheepishly, lit it with the little Zippo lighter in his pocket.
He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and took a fat, heavy drag. If there was any left here after the party, he called dibs on it. But right now, he sort of needed to go somewhere Wynne wouldn’t find him, at least until he finished his smoke, then he could find her again and make up properly. Where would she probably not look for him? The dance floor. Jake eased his way into the dance floor, gently pushing people aside, saying, “Excuse me…’scuse, man, thanks…” In the middle of the pit, he straightened his back so he could breath better and sucked in.
[Sorry it's short... As for the graphic description of how to roll a bong, don't try this at home, kiddie-doos.]
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