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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 14, 2006 0:16:03 GMT -4
Gahh I can't post right now I took my dad's car to drive over to my friend's house to punch him in the face, which I did, and now...well, now, obviously, he's pretty pissed off with me... and... I can't concentrate, to say the least
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 14, 2006 1:19:13 GMT -4
Jake honestly could not decide if he loved Wynne or if he hated her.
And he kind of needed to figure it out, because…well, they were kind of dating. On the one hand, she couldn’t even yell at him. She couldn’t tell him to shut up, or slap him across the face, or tell him she was leaving him for Mel Gibson, who wasn’t even as much of an asshole as Jake was. When Jake would have yelled, Wynne preferred whispers. When Jake wanted to curse and spit, Wynne wanted to use words like “cesarean section” which, although random, is a pretty big word, and it’s pretty gross too. Hell, when Jake wanted to throw up, Wynne probably wanted to eat.
On the other hand, in that very same sense, she fit him like a puzzle. Every pothole in Jake’s personality was filled with Wynne. Although he would probably never understand her, and she probably would never understand him, they worked, in kind of dysfunctional, missing-every-other-stair sort of walk. Or maybe it was that they were just learning how to walk. So even though their relationship had banged its little baby head when it was real young, it was pretty cute, despite its retardedness. It was cross-eyed, but it could still smile.
That’s a good romantic line: Our Relationship Is Like A Mentally Retarded Baby.
However, if anyone in their relationship was messed up right then, it wasn’t Wynne, and was Jake. Even though he wasn’t listening to what she was saying, it was still helping. Next time Jake went beserk, he might actually hear her when she told him all the behind-the-scenes perks about being best buddies with the Ice Queen. Whatever the perks were, she should give the same sort of speech to Jade about what was good about Jake, because she was obviously the only one who could see the good in both of them. If he could have, he would have told her to save it and tell Jade to get off his case. It was one of those things where you needed a peacemaker, and an “I’ll Stop If You Stop” sort of compromise.
Her voice was unnaturally calming, and Jake could feel another side effect happening: drowsiness. Vomiting wasn’t in the program, as far as he knew. That was left to alcohol, or LSD, or heroin or something.
Jake turned his head a little, just so that he could mumble, “Makes me feel top of the world, sugar.” Which, sometimes, it did. If you weren’t, say, freaking out about your girlfriend and her friend, then you might be able to have fun, relax, eat a pint of ice cream, admire the pattern of the rug, or indulge in other productive activities. It sure made homework more fun. He used to play a game with himself when he needed to write a paper or something, and Wynne wasn’t up to writing it for him: he’d take a hit, then write down a sentence. His papers never came out perfect, but they never came out saying, “I like grapefruit. Stop being a nutcracker. ‘Nutcracker’ rhymes with ‘Fuck, cracker!’” They just usually weren’t finished.
INSIDE THE STONED MIND: So, pros and cons.
Pros: 1. Tom Cruz voice. “I love you. You…complete me.” 2. She’s pretty hot, right. 3. Break ups are a bitch. 4. Remember? Fuck four! There’s no fucking four!
Cons: 1. Let’s keep the Jerry McGuire theme. “…I’m not gonna do what you think I’m gonna do, which is, you know, flip out!” 2. Well, Jade, probably. 3. Is number one really con?
OUTSIDE THE STONED MIND: Grasshoppers chirp. Our boy starts to fall asleep.
[*proof reads a million times* Okay I know it's crap but like...I'm telling you... concentration: here
Jason: here.]
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Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 14, 2006 5:59:55 GMT -4
The music thumped an endless beat, words churned in the crevices of the instrumental, weaving and humming, dipping and sliding amongst the beat of the drum and the twang of the guitar. The consistency in the music was a comfort for those who found their surroundings alter from familiar to a wonderland over the progression of the night, or rather the digestion of alcohol. With every glass everything looked just that little bit brighter, illuminated by a brilliance entirely its own. With everyone in her range of sight, bearing a smile so large, it was hard to believe that alcohol was a depressant. But from experience Hadley knew not to be fooled.
There were three types of drunks; the sick drunk who consumed their body weight in alcohol and spent the remainder of the evening clutching their sides over a toilet bowl or making frequent escapes from conversation to hurl in the bushes. The happy drunk, who danced all night to a tune in their head and laughed at the fridge opening and closing and then the sad drunk, who cried about everything until their mascara bled black down their faces, but only if they were female of course. Alcohol magnified your mood and blew things beyond proportion turning everything into an oversized world where the problems were so enlarged it was beyond daunting. For Hadley who had yet to consume even a slightest drop of alcohol she found herself seeing the stupidity not the fun.
Reaching down from the table she motioned to a guy who handed her the remainder of his beer. She drained it in a second and returned the cup with a wink and smile. She wanted to be apart of the fun, not an outsider.
Hadley danced. Took the vodka shot offered to her and continued to dance. She let the whistles from below and the yells drown into the background. Although, like most people, Hadley like attention she didn’t want to be made to feel like a cheap hooker. A feeling that had lingered in her mouth and hovered on her flesh the day previous. The day she would just rather have forgotten. The Jake day.
A yell, her hands reached above her head fell instantly to cover and hopefully protect her eardrums. A laugh escaped her lips and the dancing continued, swaying of hips, arms high and then low. It was like one big MTV video shoot in here.
As Ni offered her his hand for a dance Hadley tilted her head back and laughed. She felt slightly lighter although her alcohol consumption was rather low. It was the buzz as it entered his system and began its process of slowing her senses. Extending her hand and placing it into his Hadley curtsied and tipped an invisible top hat. This felt natural, this felt good and no one was getting hurt. She couldn’t understand why she had found herself so spellbound and captured by Jake Wallace when she standing before Ni, a boy that actually made her laugh with real jokes not just twisted, sarcastic remarks that were found to be offensive. Lie. She knew why she found him so spellbinding; it was his lack of care. Jake acted as though he owned the world and spending even that half an hour with him the day previous, she’d felt a glimpse at what that felt like. And sure, his humour was dry and often offensive but there were laughs to be had under it all. In a way Jake was like his drug, an addiction. You knew it was bad and you knew you shouldn’t want it and yet under it all there was something that put up a fight.
A slight bump from behind and a girl with blonde hair and deep chocolate brown eyes appeared. Lainey. Now here was a true beauty. A pretty face with a sense of good-natured humour and the ability to have fun. She suspected her to be smart too and talented. Hadley was yet to share a conversation with the girl but already she knew she was a part of this year’s team and from the rumours, a very nice girl. Smile widening as Lainey was pulled up onto the table beside her Hadley nodded.
“Hadley. That’s right. Nice to meet you!” She found herself raising her voice a notch over the music and the combined rumble of other conversations.
“The party’s awesome but something tells me we’re going to need more than just a broom to get this place back in order.”
Anyone with eyes could have formed that observation. Not only was the place packed with intoxicated and high kids but it was already on the verge of being trashed. The floor would no doubt be stained in patches and sticky on the harder surfaces. Hadley just hoped nothing was broken. She wouldn’t like to be the one to explain why the Debriefing House was in ruins, though she didn’t doubt it would be a very interesting story. I swear to you it was the rabid bees. Combining their skills of flight and extreme brainpower they managed to break into the potion lab and devour enlargement chemicals and then they set loose on the Debriefing House. If it weren’t for Seth’s skill with a net there would be no house to speak of. They’re very clever those bees. Cough.
Snatching up Lainey’s hands as Ni pushed her towards her, Hadley shook back her long red hair. Releasing her hand she raised her arms above her head, a smile blossomed across her lips. Lainey’s cheeks were flushed a light pink, a combination of alcohol and dancing she presumed but Hadley cast it no second thought. She wondered what she looked like. She hadn’t bothered changing from her dark skinny leg jeans and belted green polka-dotted shirt. The red of her hair hung in messy tendrils down her back, scooping it into her hands she pulled it into a ponytail at the top of her head.
“Dance with me!”
Now this, this was what Hadley called a goodtime.
[[Aaaagh. Everyone's posts are like so good dude. -Bounces- Lovely post Jason. Good depliciton of a druggie.]]
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Post by Lainey Carson on Jun 14, 2006 17:02:23 GMT -4
[Gah. This is so weird? Mm. Whatever.]
Suddenly, she was up on a table dancing freely. Every once in awhile she’d take another beer from an outstretched hand, and she was starting to feel a little more dizzy. The room was starting to spin. She didn’t feel sick, she felt like she was on the top of the world. And she just kept dancing with Ni and Hadley, moves she’d never have the courage to make if she weren’t that drunk.
She laughed as Ni told off some kid in the crowd. “Such a gentleman.” She teased lightly as she danced, her hair flipping, and each body part moving in perfect rhythm with each other.
“Nice to meet you, too!” Lainey shouted back, giggling. And then, “You’re probably right, but we don’t need to think about that now. And since it’s already so messed up, we might as well have the best time possible.”
She danced with Hadley, she danced with Ni, she danced with both at the same time. They were having an awesome time, and the shouts and cheers they were receiving made her grin. Half of what they were saying was incredibly inappropriate, but it was attention all the same. That’s all anyone needed; a little attention. Although, Lainey felt almost insecure dancing up next to Hadley. She was gorgeous, her red hair still perfect after all the dancing she had done. Her make up hadn’t run at all. Hadley, hands down, was good looking and fun more importantly. They were alike in some ways, always up for a good time. And Lainey hoped Hadley, like herself, would do anything for fun, whether it was a joke or getting completely trashed.
Lainey got off the table, almost stumbling into a guy standing nearby, but managing to keep her balance. She walked over to the island to get three shot glasses, filled with vodka, and she got back on the table. She gave two of the shots to Ni and Hadley grinning. “Cheers!” Lainey clinked her glass with theirs and downed the glass easily.
Continuing dancing, she looked around the spinning room for people she knew. Jade was standing by herself (Ha.) and Wynne and Jake were heading outside. They both looked upset, and Lainey felt a tiny pang of remorse for them. It was a party—they should be having fun. And it stunk for Jake, who seemed like the kind of person who’d always have fun at a party like this. Once again, she got off the table unsteadily and wound her way through the crowd. Every once in a while, someone would stop her and dance with her. She’d have to apologize giggling and try to push her way through again. But, when someone grabbed her, she assumed they wanted to dance. So she’d started, moving her hips, getting low and coming back up, but she was turned around. There was an older looking guy in the corner—a senior with dark hair and..sunglasses? injecting something into his arm. Others were smoking cigarettes, and two were snorting. The person in front of her put something into her mouth and when she breathed, something went into her lungs, then filled her brain. Her vision was cloudy. Her throat hurt. She took another drag, as if to relieve the pain. And it did.
Whatever she had just had wasn’t pot. Pot was supposed to make you mellow, right? But this-this made her feel like she was high. It was better. She was in an everlasting good mood, and God everyone was beautiful. And as one of the guys smoking pot offered her his joint, she declined, and took the other thing she had just tried. Why go down when you can go up?
After a few more drags she was close to Heaven. She said Bye to the group of guys, kissing a few front on, and made her way to the island. Too many people were around the one side, so she went into the kitchen area. A redhead was slumped on the floor; a different shade of red. It was Paige! So that’s where she was. Lainey walked over, petting her head, and laughing. She grabbed onto her arm and tried to pull her up, but it was like she had no strength left. But it was okay. Everything was okay right now.
“Paige, get up!” she giggled, and nudged the girl with her foot. It took her awhile to realize she was crying. Lainey took a step back, tilted her head, and watched the girl for a moment. She had no idea what to do. She didn’t even remember what crying was for right now. All she wanted to do was dance. She took another look at Paige, and then ran through the crowd. She fell over twice, and when she finally reached the table, she allowed someone to help her up. Finding Ni and Hadley again made her feel better and she danced, hard. Her heartbeat was up, she was laughing, she was having fun. Fun.
Lainey was having the time of her life and there were so many people in here. Goddamn stupid people. They were all in her way; they were all in her beautiful world. It was hers. Somebody she didn’t know was dancing next to her and they were so blurry. Was it a girl or boy? Lainey’s face hardened as she muttered a “Fuck off,” and pushed them off the table. They landed on their feet; they were okay, and meanwhile Lainey had burst out laughing.
Some sense seemed to return to her, if only for a second, because she turned to Hadley and whispered in her ear, “Paige is crying in the corner.” And then she started to giggle again.
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Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 14, 2006 19:30:01 GMT -4
That was such a perfect post! -Bounces- Will post later today. Probably after Red, -NodNodNods-
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 14, 2006 19:35:09 GMT -4
-pokes- I'll post after Jade, probably... -nods- Maybe sooner...
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 14, 2006 21:07:32 GMT -4
-read back- Not much point in me posting, as no one responded to my post in the first place -shrugs-
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Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 14, 2006 21:11:02 GMT -4
Yeah I think Hailey opened the door.
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Post by Jade Delanvers on Jun 15, 2006 1:28:09 GMT -4
opened he door and was rude.
Forgive me, but I'll post tomorrow when I wake up...
I had a scope done today, so I was doped up most of the day.
Sorry.
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Post by Ni Gustov on Jun 15, 2006 9:26:26 GMT -4
-this is a strange post- -just warning you now-
Ni would never let on, but all these drugs, all this booze, it bothered him. He had seen families get torn apart by it, well…family. But he had already thought about Tenna today, he didn’t want to do it again. He had said that he would have one drink, singular, not plural. He hated the monster headache that always came after a drink. Most of all, he hated how he acted when he got drunk. It wasn’t pleasant for him or anybody else. He would not be a ‘happy’ drunk or a ‘sloppy’ drunk, he’d just get really, really depressed. He’d sulk around everywhere, and well…act depressing. And it wasn’t just when he was drunk that he acted like that. After a big drinking experience, for about a week, he’d act depressed. Other people would ask him what the hell was wrong with him, or ask him why he didn’t take his medication. Ni would know that it had to do with the drunken-ness, but he would say nothing, he had enough issues without everybody calling him idiotic names.
Ni danced with Hadley, and laughed. Deep inside, where even Ni didn’t go, he was disgusted that she’d let herself get so wasted. He was just generally pissed off that anybody would let themselves get so wasted…Geeze, what assholes. Ni would laugh, pretend to be happy, but all the while he’d feel like barfing up the last thing he ate. The smell was everywhere, the mixture of drugs and alcohol. It made his head hurt already, and he knew that even if he made it out of here without drinking, he’d still have a monster migraine the next morning.
The other people laughed at him, but they were so idiotic, they wouldn’t remember it in the morning. Ni laughed, and flipped them off. They thought he was joking, but he couldn’t have been more serious. He continued to dance, watching as Hadley took another beer. “You know…There’s something called alcohol poisoning, and it could kill you.” He yelled over the crowd.
He saw Lainey grab some shots, and hand them to Hadley and himself. She clinked their glasses together, and then downed hers. Ni was a bit more than shocked. This girl could hold alcohol better than he could. I mean, look at her, she was drinking as if it was going out of style. Or as if she was lost in the Sahara desert and had just stumbled across a big booze filled lake. He looked at the shot glass, and sighed. He had stopped dancing and singing, and was now just standing on the table. He looked around the room, and sighed again. They were all so…sad. They were so drunk or high that they wouldn’t notice if their best friend was killed right in front of them. He looked back at Lainey and Hadley, watched as they danced, and then as Lainey jumped off the table, and went into the kitchen. He looked at the drink in his hands again, and in a burst of violence, he threw the glass against the wall. The glass shattered, and the liquid burst all across the walls.
“I don’t feel like dancing anymore…” He said bitterly. “Sorry Hadley. You can keep dancing…or drinking…or whatever else. I’m gonna sit this one out…”
And with that statement, he jumped off the coffee table, and sat down on it. You dance when you’re happy, right? These people made him feel ill, not happy. He took off his glasses for a moment, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His brain hurt, a lot.
He watched the people for a moment, wondering why. His wondering was cut short however, because Lainey had come back. She looked worse for wear, but seeing as Ni seemed to be the only sober one here, he was the only one who seemed to notice. She leaned in towards Hadley, and said a bit too loudly (though maybe she thought it was a whisper) ‘Paige is crying in the corner.’
“Shit.” Ni muttered darkly. “Who the hell is Paige? Why the hell is she crying? And which corner did she go to?” He stood up, and walked to the spot on the table where Hadley and Lainey were standing. “Maybe, most importantly, why the fuck isn’t anyone doing anything about it? God, if this is a school for the gifted, why does everybody act so fuckin’ stupid?!”
Yes folks, Ni had taken a turn for the worse. He was bitter, angry, and defiantly leaning into his goth mood. Just what we needed in this world, another depressed teenager.
-gah- -that was bad- -sorry-
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Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 15, 2006 10:40:23 GMT -4
[[This post is CRAP. It jumps all over the place I know! I know!]]
Hadley marked memories by colour.
Red for the roses her father bought her one Valentine’s day, kept well too long, their petals showering the table in a wilted shade of crimson, black at the edges. Green for the day all the children in the street had a water fight in the Chase’s backyard, water pistols, water bombs, buckets, sponges and the green grass stains that never came out of her most expensive pair of white pants, ruined at the knee. Blue for her first make-up attempt at age twelve, way too glittery eye shadow in the most obnoxious colour. Yellow for the sun that rose the day after the truth slipped through swollen lips, the sun she thought would die grieving for her loss, the sun that still shone with splendour. And yellow for the pyjamas she wore on that night, in a hopeful attempt at mimicking the sun. She had sat in the darkness of her room, watching the glimmer of moon slip silently in the chill of the night, voices churned beneath her floorboards. She had seen enough and had returned to her room in a home and even then, she had still not found comfort. It was not until she created the haven from stripped sheets and torches with her siblings she felt a sense of familiarity, of the peace that lingered inside their cave. Black for the tears she cried that night.
Despite what many might think Hadley was not drunk, slightly tipsy perhaps but not drunk. For drunk with Hadley evolved into so much more than cheap laughs and a good time. She lost herself when she drank and what started out as fun rarely ever ended that way. Her blue eyes roamed the floor beneath her.
It was easy to get absorbed into their worlds. Caught between the music and the night, a whisper of a promise between exchanged lips and whisky breath. It was easy to forget where she came from, who she loved, who she missed, who had made her this way. Locked night after night beneath her comforter and the tainted dream almost solid, she could wish away reality, shrug off the burden and be free for those few moments. Loved. But stolen kisses in the dark weren’t enough, her bored time was too short, her reminders too deep. It was becoming harder to forget. Alcohol has started off as her escape. Brief moments stolen from a life that wasn’t hers. It had then leaked into an obsession, an addictive crave that screamed in the pit of her stomach and in the crevices of her mind. And now, it was back to square one with a frantic attempt to regain control. She told herself she was not drunk but it was as the recovering alcoholics said, one drop, no matter how many years it was since your last one, made all the work go down the drain. Again she told herself she was doing this for fun as she clinked the shot glass with Lainey’s and watched her retreat.
It was the smash as the glass hit the wall that shook her. The anger in Ni’s eyes that gleamed so fierce that she found herself blinded, and back there.
A barrier trial of smashed china littered the floor like paper pieces, stage-whisper voices and confusion. A hand outstretched with wanting. Comfort, to heal wounds reopened. Crouched in the dark of the room, a door protecting her Hadley had stared in disbelief as her world fell apart at a sentence. Frantic feet, frantic pace, climbing the stairs without thought to her own noise level. Closing the door and sitting amongst her childlike room. She had wanted to believe she was asleep. But what we want does not always come true.
Hadley recoiled from him as he spoke and found herself slipping on a split drink. Falling into strong arms she pushed and pushed. Just get away. Whisky breathe cradled against her neck, a mouth inches from ear spoke and she heard nothing but silence and the drill of her heart. Get away. With a final push against his chest, a swear word filled the space between them and she was gone.
She had been having fun. Where was Lainey?
The blonde re-entered, a giggle escaping between her lips. Lainey was pissed. With a small smile Hadley nodded. Paige. Corner. Crying. The sensible part of her brain flickered over Ni’s frustrated yelling. Half of her felt like screaming the other half told her to find Paige. She knew her despite the fact she was only freshman. It was the sheer fact that she had red hair like Hadley that had led her to questions about her identity. Paige, on the Team, a Healer. But why was she crying? And where was she? Hadley’s brow furrowed as she snatched up one of Lainey’s hands and bent towards her to hear over the speakers. The music throbbed on.
“Where’s Paige Lainey?”
She didn’t expect much of an answer so she looked in the direction Lainey had come from. The kitchen perhaps? Sure, there were plenty of corners in the kitchen. In fact, there were plenty of corners in the entire fucking house. Hadley found herself torn. At the age of ten Hadley had been faced by a similar situation as this one she now found herself skyrocketed into. She had broken her mothers’ favourite blue vase. It was a beautiful vase, cream with tiny royal blue flowers painted across the china surface. It’s creamy handles inlaid with intricate gold filigree designs. Her mother loved that vase and sometimes even gave her young daughter the impression that she valued more than her young life.
With wide youthful blue eyes, rimmed with shock and the promise of punishment like a curtain soon to fall Hadley had knelt before the broken china pieces, picking each up in turn and wondering with the slightest hope if her mother wouldn’t notice. It was then, when the first tear spilled across her cheek she realised she did not have to take responsibility for this. There were no witnesses, except the unmoving eyes of her dolls and their mouths that would never speak anything but their chosen catch phrases of ‘mama’ and ‘bottle please.’ No one could ever accuse her with proof for having done the deed. So she was faced with a choice, to run or to accept her fate with her mother. Later that evening Hadley returned to playing dolls once again, only this time in the safe haven of her room. Taking it in turn to remove each dolls play clothes from the day and replacing them with silk night dresses and pyjamas with their names sewn on the left chest of each garment she tucked them each into a large finely cut wooden cradle. It was then, as she tucked Charity, the doll with the rosy cheeks and perfect blonde ringlets into the cradle, that she heard a scream.
We are all expected to take responsibility for our actions. And that was why, in an act of karma and caving to the little voice in her head, Hadley had turned from Lainey, walked past Ni and headed for the kitchen. Her eyes felt slightly blurry as she glanced around the confines, bench tops a large fridge and in a corner, a red headed girl on the floor.
Hadley crouched down before her.
“Paige, isn’t it?”
With tears in her eyes and alcohol clouding her expression she looked so young sitting there on the tiled floor. Hadley felt slightly uncomfortable sitting before the girl, unsure of what to do. Suddenly she wished Ni was there. He'd make things better. He'd say something funny or do something to make eveything good again. Then she remembered Ni's outburst and wasn't so sure.
“What’s wrong Paige?”
Even asking sounded stupid but silence was far worse.
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 15, 2006 17:04:36 GMT -4
Jeremy stood awkwardly outside for a while. Damn this was fun. Whoot. He leaned against the door, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants glancing around. Shit. Was the grass seriously greener here? Fuck man, the team gets everything. A whole house and greener grass. Jealousy? Ok a little just a little. ITTYBITTY jealousy. However, the costumes they had to wear(or where rumoed to wear) where pretty fucking hilarious. He definetly wasn't jealous of those. Spandex? Really, honestly, who was actually comfortable in spandex?
"I'm letting you in, ferret boy, but you better not let anyone know. I'd rather not be associated with you."
The door opened and Jeremy tripped in a little before regaining balance and glancing up at the girl. Blech. His stomach turned. The sight of her kind of made him want to punch babies. Luckily, there were no babies in sight. Just one bitchy Jadezilla standing infront of him, and a raging party behind her.
"Trust me, the feelings mutual," he growled walking in after she stalked off and then muttered, "Jadezilla."
Oh no, Flick would never say this to her face. He knew better than to insult her in such a way. He'd make fun of her humorously, tug her hair now and then, but not ina samll inclosde place with rooms that are sure to be empty in which someone could be killed in without being heard. Maybe tomorrow. Eh? Walking in, he immediatly felt out of place. The party seemed to be raging for quiet a while before he got out of there. Alcohol. Shit, this party atleast had something going for it. Now if Blair showed up, Jeremy would be set.
"What is this..?"
He looked at the bottles of liquor sadly disappointed in their labels. Born and bred in Lousiana, Flick started drinking at about twelve years old. Awful, I know but thats what happens in poor neighborhoods. Atleast thats what people like to think. Kids are raised as crackwhores and drug addicts. Or alcoholic genetically mutated freaks. Flickeroo, a key example. He shoveled through the cabinet till he found something priceless. Staraya Moskva. Man, the team even got vodka straight from the mother land. God bless russia.
The boy, manuvering through the few people that were rushing around, chasing each other, giggling, fighting and dancing, toward a door that he assumed led to the kitchen. Bingo. He set the vodka on a table and opened cabinets. Crystal? Their glasses are crystal? Wow...rolling his eyes a bit, he grabbed one of the cups and set it on the table, slowly unscrewing the bottle and letting the clear liquid fall exquisitly into the glass. Ah. How much to drink. It as a short glass, to thick to be considered a shot however. hmmm. He filled it to just below the edge and screwde the bottle closed. Setting the crystal to his lips, he closed his eyes and allowed the liquid slowly make its way down his throat. Unlike most who drank for the fun, Flick quiet enjoyed the flavor.
Forewarning you now: Jeremy Swanson is an awful drunk.
Ever seen that show cops? Well, when he was about fourteen, Jerem and his four best friends friends found a keg and drained it clean. As they walked through the streets, two of his friends decided it might be a good idea to break into someones car, and as they did, Jeremy peed his name onto the sidewalk (His handwriting is actually better when hes wasted). Next thing he knew, he was on tv, pushing a cop and laughing histerically as he watched his two friends roll off in a patrol car. His mom actually has it taped somewhere in their house.
HOwever, at this point and time, the alcohol has yet to settle into his blood stream. The sixten year old exited the kitchen walking into the living room and taking a seat down on a sofa, letting his body sink into the cushions. Man this was fun. Where the hell were the chicks? Blair mainly, though he wouldn't mind seeing that Molly girl. Or Lain for that matter. He doubted either remembered him, but he sure remembered them. Girls at Hawthorne were pretty much all drop dead gorgeous. Something was obviously in the water.
"Someones got some?"
He said raising an eyebrow as he watched the scene unfold infront of him. He was a fan of Jake, he didn't really know him, but he seemed like a pretty tight kid. About the only one he knew at the school who smoked, and he had a decent sense of humor. Why he was going out with goodytwoshoes he wasn't so sure. Of course, Flick didn't really know Wynee, but she seemed like a decent person and she was veyr pretty so he had no real beef with her. Other than the fact that she was friends with Jade. Another thing he couldn't seem to get his mind around.
"Wrong time to ask huh?"
He asked again, as if anyone was listening to him, and smirked a bit. Smiles never left his face. Always a grin, a smirk, a smile. Even when he was angry, it lurked at the corner of his lips, giving him a slightly insane look.
"I have a bad habit of missin the interestin stuff."
He muttered to himself, getting up and heading out of the room. Cough. Blink. Man this was one fucking long hallway. Bam. Seriously? He barely had anything to drink and he just ran into a wall? Oh Flick, your really letting yourself go. When was the last time he had a drink before tonight? Four, five months ago? Shit, out of practice. Still not drunk though, fully aware of his surrounding, of what was going on. Except for that fucking wall, where the hell had that come from? Jeremy slid to the floor and sat there.
"Someone interesting is bound to show up SOMETIME."
He growled. Come now, where was Sam? Or streak? Or arrow? Or hell, Speed? Any of his silly friends would have done. Any one in general would have done, as long as he had someone to converse with. Why again, had he bothered to come to this? HE wasn't part of the team, had no interest in becoming one of the team. Perhaps it was tradition or because he knew it'd be an ok chance to meet people, meet chicks. Probably because he knew Blair would end up there somehow, or maybe because he wanted to run into one of those extremly annoying girls from earlier that day and convince them that they could walk through walls.
Who knows, not Jeremy. All he knew, was that he had been there less than twenty minutes and he was bored as shit
(baddd post, couldn't think of anything)
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Post by Jade Delanvers on Jun 15, 2006 21:10:09 GMT -4
Jade didn't care if the odd girl had been on the team or not. She didn't give a flying fuck either way. That was the bad thing. She didn't have a problem with a few people, yes, but she really didn't like many people. That was obvious with the way she acted, yes? Well, good it should be. She had to hold in all of her emotions, so she just had to be frank while being emotionless. It worked the best for her. Jade didn't have many fears and she didn't have many problems or whatnot, but she really, really didn't care for Jake. She found that he treated her best friend in a way that she shouldn't be. Always calling her a stripper and whatnot. JAde didn't like it. She never would.
"I don't care who she is. She shouldn't have been dumb enough to get that way in the first place."
Jade muttered as she peered around. There wasn't much going on that she was interested in. She didn't drink or do drugs. Hell, she didn't do many things that people considered cool and that was a good thing. If Jade let herself go like that she'd obviously end up blowing someone up and that wouldn't ever be good.
Hell, Jade didn't even like the music that was playing. The mean, bitchy young woman went for more rock type music, or even classical. SHe didn't like this whole situation, though. She couldn't stand it and she wanted to just get out of there or away somehow. She couldn't stand things like this. Though something brought her out of her reviere. What the hell? Someone was breatking things?
"Who the hell is breaking things?"
she muttered to herself heading into the livingroom and looking around. She could see the broken glass, but she could also see that she had left the kitchen in good time. She was keeping away from Lainey, which would always be the smart thing to do! Her piercing, crystalline blue eyes traveled around the room for the culprit, but she wans't sure who had done it. She looked more sour and surly than ever, though. She'd figure out who broke than and knock their teeth down their throat. Damn this party was a stupid idea...
(Yeah, it sucked, but I'm totally uninspired.)
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Post by Wynne Westwater on Jun 15, 2006 22:27:14 GMT -4
Jake can still wake up. He'll just be in a different room. -nods-
Drugs. Wynne could not understand it. Wynne would never understand it. “Makes me feel on the top of the world….†Well, that was a good enough explanation for Jake but it wasn’t for Wynne. She took a deep breath and looked at her knees.
“I will never understand you, Jake Wallace.â€
She sighed and glanced at his back. Well, Jake had stopped moving. Wynne tapped his back.
“Jake…?â€
She bit her lip and laid down on the ground so she could see part of his face. He was still breathing. A good sign. The funny thing or annoying thing to Wynne was Jake was softly snoring. Wynne rolled her eyes and groaned a little. That little Ass! He fell asleep, while they were talking. Just like him. Jake lived up to his reputation.
Wynne stood up and rolled him over on his back. He was still asleep. Jeez, heavy sleeper much…What was she going to do? She couldn’t carry him back into the house and to his bedroom. She couldn’t just leave him outside (although she sort of wanted to). She couldn’t drag him anywhere…So all that was left was…
Wynne took a deep breath. This was going to take a lot of concentration, something that she really didn’t have. She sat down, next to Jake, and took his hand. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her feet soon began to disappear. Then her legs and torso began to dissolve away. Next came her arms and finally her chest, neck, and head. Jake slowly began to disappear. Soon both were intangible and pretty much floating away.
Wynne had never done this before. Sure, she became invisible before but she never tried to carry someone else with her. After floating all over the place, she finally got control over her powers. She quickly flew under the door and floated above the partying crowd.
The smell of the room was unbearable. It almost made Wynne lose control of her powers. She quickly regained control again and dragged Jake into his new room. She concentrated most of her powers on landing Jake safely on his bed, she forgot about herself. She tried to make Jake tangible again and while she was still in the air, she started to become tangible herself. She fell onto the floor with a bang. Luckily, she was only a few inches above the ground, so when she fell, she didn’t feel much pain.
Wynne groaned a little and slowly got up. She looked at Jake. Still asleep. She took a deep breath and blew out. Wynne tiptoed out of the room and back into the dreadful party.
Wynne almost gagged when she smelt the horrible stank that engulfed the room. She quickly walked through the room, she wanted to get back to the kitchen and talk to Jade. Before she could, some drunken senior tried to grind with her. Wynne pushed him off and made a face at him. He’s buddy tried to do the same thing.
“That’s it! Back off, dumbass…â€
Hello, Junior Jade! Yea, just because Wynne wasn’t always so outgoing, she did have her moments. She resembled Jade in a few ways. Many that would be shown later. You hang around a person long enough, you start to take on a few of their traits.
Before the guys could try and dance with Wynne, she was gone.
Wynne usually never used her powers for her own gain but she didn’t want to deal with drunk, high, and horny guys right now. She reappeared in the kitchen. A puff a smoke first then her body came. (Like in X Men with Nightcrawler.)
“Assholes…â€
She muttered a little too loud when she reappeared. She immediately looked around for Jade but she wasn’t there. Instead, Paige and……..Hadley……was there. Wynne took a deep breath and was about to disappear again when she saw the Paige was crying. She looked at Paige…
“Paige, What happened?â€
She was fine a few minutes ago. Oh no. What did Jade say to her to make her this upset?
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Hadley Chase
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Your body looks better on me.
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Post by Hadley Chase on Jun 15, 2006 23:24:03 GMT -4
Excellent my dear! We can now chat!
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