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Post by jayden cooper • on Jul 12, 2009 10:54:08 GMT -6
( J A Y ) [/color] Today had not started off very well. After getting up Jay had discovered that his toaster was broken and he was out of cereal. He did not fancy ice cream for breakfast for once so had ended up cursing the whole kitchen to the depths of hell. The eighteen year old went back to his bedroom moodily to get changed. Not really looking, he pulled some clothes out of the closet and changed into them. Only when he glanced in the mirror did he see what he was wearing. A pair of distressed skinny jeans with holes at the knees covered his legs and were hitched up with a black belt with silver studs all over it. On his upper half he wore a bright lime green t-shirt that was a bright contrast against his blue bedroom. There was a logo on the t-shirt that was unreadable. Jay grabbed his leather jacket from its usual place on the end of the bed and slipped it on. Giving his room one last look over and grabbing a pair of socks, he went into the living room of his flat. He would have to go out to get something to eat and he couldn't do that with bare feet. Pulling on his socks and lucky dark blue trainers, Jay was ready to go. After unlocking the door he raced down the stairs at top speed.
Now, at about nine in the morning, he was just approaching the local supermarket. Not that he had any intention of paying for anything. Strolling in, Jay began to browse the shelves of breakfast cereals. Luckily for him the sole cashier was caught up with a customer complaining that the milk was all out of date. 'Perfect. Makes things much easier for me.' Jay moved towards the next shelf which held croissants. Just what he was in the mood for. Taking a packet of four from the shelf, he casually slipped it inside his jacket without a pause for breath. Walking quicker than usual, he made for the exit. Just as he thought he was safe the damn bleeper things bleeped. Jay ran for it, his fit body taking the sudden exercise in its stride. Only when he was far away did he slow down. He just hoped that the store didn't have CCTV.
Jay opened the park gate, stepping onto the asphalt ground. Childrens' play equipment was all around - swings, roundabouts, slides and other things. Heading towards a swing he was glad to see that the whole place was empty. Then again, it was only ten past nine in the morning - most people would still be in bed. Jay ripped open the packet and took out the pastry. It was cold but at least it was something. Soon he had devoured three of them; he would save the last one for some other time. The handsome youth looked around the park but it was still empty. As soon as some doting mother arrived with her toddler he'd be out of there. But for now he was content to sit there, thinking about his close shave.
WORD COUNT;; 525
MUSE;; pretty good.
MUSIC;; none.
COMMENTS;; enjoy. i just wanna get into action with this guy.
TAGGED;; anyone.
OUTFIT;; as described in post.
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Post by angel on Jul 12, 2009 12:10:40 GMT -6
The town was new, but it didn’t seem that way to Angel... afterall, after seeing one small town, haven’t you seen them all? He thought so. It sure seemed that way, at any rate. He was a newcomer, having driven through the settlement for the first time last night around nine. He’d quickly located any area of importance; the police station, the grocery, the stable, and the home he’d bought with the help of Jeannie, his adopted mother. She was adamant that he still needed ‘help’, though she didn’t say it in so many words. Angel had figured out, though, that she just wanted to know where he was at. Afterall, she’d missed out on her ‘sons’ most important years... she was trying to cope, and he’d let her. He’d do as she wanted for now. Besides, it was thanks to her that he was where he was today. Angel was positive that if she hadn’t agreed to help him and welcomed him back... well, he’d still be living like he had been, if not dead by now due to stupid decisions. There was no way he wanted that to be his life. The twenty year old wanted a good job, a wife, and kids. He wanted to die old and happy. He didn’t want to become a nobody, a ‘druggie’, party-goer like he had been just years prior. He’d heard a rumor that the man he’d considered his ‘brother’ had been killed. Angel didn’t know how, nor was he concerned with how his best friend from his old life had been shot down. He just knew that he didn’t want that to be his fate.
He’d not slept that well. Not that that was much of a surprise, Angel often didn’t sleep well. He was a very light sleeper, every noise woke him... and being in a new house, well, it was hell, to put it lightly. He knew that he’d get used to it after a few weeks, but until then...
After waking for what seemed like the thousandth time, he couldn’t take it any longer. Rolling over, he glanced tiredly at the alarm clock, noting in annoyance that it was only seven o’clock in the morning. He’d hoped to manage to sleep at least until nine... but apparently not. Angel grumbled under his breath as he pushed the thin sheet off his body and cut the bedroom fan off before standing and stretching. Once everything had popped that was supposed to pop, he stumbled into the adjoining bathroom for a long hot shower.
An hour later he was back in his room, a towel wrapped around his slim waist as he looked through his clothing. His long red hair hung limply down his back, dripping water, though he appeared to not notice. Angel finally settled on a form-fitting black t-shirt and a pair of dark green, black, and brown camouflage cargo jeans that were obviously too long and rather tattered around the bottoms. On his feet he wore his old army combat boots. The boots were well worn and steel toed, the scuffed metal shining out from underneath the leather in more than a few places. After running a brush through his hair and finally pulling the slightly wavy locks up into a high ponytail, Angel tugged his tresses through a black baseball cap and left his bedroom. He was almost ready to leave.
After a small breakfast of bacon, toast, gravy, and Dr. Pepper, the young man went out back and unclipped the chain that held his dog, a large English Mastiff, from the stake he was affixed to. The dog was fawn in color, though in a few places he had white lines of fur crisscrossing his body from injuries that had damaged the nerve-endings. The fighting-dog’s body also held a fair few scars, thick and bulging to small and wire-like... trophies of fights. Though Cain was a fighting dog, he was treated fairly well. Angel wasn’t like some dog-owners, though he could be pretty cold at times. The dog fought well enough as it was, and Angelus had no reason to resort to the crueler methods of ‘toughening up’ the animal.
Now he could leave. As he and the canine, whose name was ‘Cain’ passed through the house, Angel glanced at the clock and saw with annoyance that it was only eight-fifty-six. He sighed, this was going to be a long day.
The dog walked obediently alongside its master, never straying far away else he’d receive a sharp tug on the chain. Cain was curious of their new home. Angel was glad that there was no one else out at the moment. He didn’t like taking the Mastiff out in crowds, there was always too much of a chance that someone would approach the dog and get bitten. No, Cain was an aggressive dog when nervous, and he got nervous in large crowds. As the minutes ticked by antagonizing slow, Angel found that the town apparently woke up a bit earlier than he’d expected. He tugged Cain across the street when the dog started pressing up against his leg and growling every now and then when a few more people began leaving their houses.
“C’mon,” Angel muttered, suddenly detouring towards what looked like a park. He couldn’t remember if he’d seen it last night, but decided that he hadn’t, else he’d have remembered it. The redhead and canine slipped through the park gate quickly and silently, and Angel noted with relief that it appeared fairly empty. No one was around, it seemed, except for a guy around his own age, sitting on one of the swings. Angel's eyes scanned the area once more searchig for anyone he might have missed. No one. Good... He nodded in the other guys general direction, acknowledging his presence, but not bothering him before glancing down at his wristwatch as he closed and relatched the gate before walking slowly towards the other end of the park. Eleven minutes after ten... It was going to be a long day... Wordcount: 9-hundred something, I forgot...
Comments: Hope you don’t mind...
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Post by Noelle Launge on Jul 12, 2009 21:37:00 GMT -6
Noelle walked past the park. She saw a guy on a swing. Hmm? Possiblities. She opened the gate. Walking on the asfault. Her golden stilettos click-clacking on the pavment. Her cute little V-neck dress was a white with a beatiful floral pattern in blue. It had lace at the bottom. It was somewhat warm out side. She then wondered why she was up this early. She was happy.. There were no girls around. Good those bitches just got in her way.
She walked to the swings. She sat in the one next to the boy. Hello, I am the famous model Noelle Launge. You probably know me. She said in a sexy tone. She winked and swished her now waves brown hair over one shoulder. It was her natural hair after all. She was tired of red. She looked at him. Whats your name? Wow why was she so nice today. She was wondering the same thing. She was never like this. Weird. She tilted her head to the side. Making herself look adorable. Well she was hot anyways. She sat there wondering if he was going to speak to her. Well she actually was a famous model. How did he not know her?
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Post by jayden cooper • on Jul 13, 2009 12:57:50 GMT -6
( J A Y ) [/color] Why did he have to always mess things up? He'd moved here to make a fresh start but that wasn't exactly working out, was it? Tommorow his face would be plastered on the supermarket window with a description of 'Scruffy black haired, tall youth. Shoplifter. If any information contact the police'. Jay sighed to himself. He couldn't help it - it was in him, that longing to make trouble. If he could have stopped himself he would have done, all those years ago when it all started. Now look where it'd got him. Living alone in a flat and he had a mother who hated his guts. Jay gave a small groan, quickly coming back to the world that was still running. He heard the gate squeak as it opened and the tapping of claws hitting the ground. Looking up he saw a guy with a large dog - Mastiff, maybe? - come into the park. Jay wasn't exactly in the mood for talking to a stranger so just stayed silent. The other guy nodded at him slightly which he returned with the same motion.
The teenager returned to his thinking, dead to the world once more. Maybe he could try and contact his mother? He had her number but doubtless she had changed it. He'd better try anyway. Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, Jay searched through his few contacts until he reached the labelled 'MOM'. Pressing the green phone button he held it to his ear, wondering if she'd got caller ID installed yet. But then came the computed message he'd been dreaded. With a quiet curse he flipped his phone shut and returned it to its pocket. He sat in silence for a few seconds before he heard someone's voice. He glanced up and saw a rather attractive girl in a floral dress sitting in the swing beside him. Jay couldn't help but notice her gorgeous brown hair that framed her face. He got the feeling that he knew her from somewhere... Then she mentioned her name - Noelle Launge. A moment later she announced that she was a model. That was it! She was in that catalog he'd found on his mother's bedside table when he'd gone to take a twenty dollar bill from her purse.
Jay's brain registered that she was flirting with him by the tone of voice she was using. Normally he wouldn't take this long to figure that out. Still, there was no harm in having a bit of fun, was there? "Hey Noelle. Of course I've heard of you - who hasn't?"
[/color] he answered, his voice slipping into it's sweet tone he used on girls. "My name's Jay, babe,"[/color] he grinned, the 'babe' slipping out as he decided to flirt some more. With any luck he'd land a girl today and be able to ditch her tommorow. Jay smiled his charming smile, teeth flashing. If that didn't get her then he'd have to get some new tactics lined up for future. WORD COUNT;; 500
MUSE;; pretty good.
MUSIC;; songs from lines, vines + trying times. xD
COMMENTS;; naughty, naughty jay. =P
TAGGED;; angel and noelle.
OUTFIT;; as described in post.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by angel on Jul 13, 2009 13:51:15 GMT -6
Angel wrapped Cain’s chain around his wrist twice to keep the animal on a shorter lead and quickened his stride a bit. Cain needed this walk more than the redhead did, though Angel wouldn’t deny that he was enjoying himself. He kept close to the fence, keeping the Mastiff between his body and the chain-link so the dog had no choice but to go wherever his master went. They circled the park. As Angel and Cain got within distance, Angel glanced towards the swings to see if the other guy was still there. He was, and now a brunette girl sat next to him. She was attractive, the redhead noticed. Angel averted his eyes and continued walking. He wanted to let Cain run a bit before anyone with little kids got there, but it looked like that was a no-go.
“Guess we’ll have to make due.” The young man said to the dog, looping the chain around his wrist again. Angel broke into a slow jog, letting Cain run alongside him. His red hair swung wildly behind him as he ran. Angel enjoyed running, surprisingly... though he honestly thought it was too early in the day to be doing it. The dog was enjoying the run too... Wordcount: 206
Muse: Ok... not the greatest, but ok...
Comments: Ran out of something to do, but gotta idea for next post, I think... [/size][/color] |
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Post by Noelle Launge on Jul 13, 2009 19:06:56 GMT -6
Noelle smilled. Come with me. Let's go for a walk. She got off the swing. Grabbing his hand and pulling him up. Come on. She said firmly. Walking forward. She looked behind her and smiled sweetly. Her heels clicked once she reached the pavment. She fell into step with Jay. So, what does an extreamly handsome man, like yourself want to do She winked. It was simply adorable. She looked up at him. Then she interlocked their fingers. She looked at a park bench. It looked promising. She tugged him along.
Let's go to that bench babe.. She said. She was just a few steps from it. Then she lowered herself down sitting on it. She patted the seat next to her. She smiled and giggled. She always was nicer to boys...She hated girls. They only got in the way. She crossed her long beatiful legs. Do you have a girlfriend Jay? She asked. She didn't have a boyfriend. She didn't even really want to mention that just 3 days ago she got a guy to her house. Again, that should probably remain unsaid. She wanted to change. She wanted to change from a cold hearted bitch to something beatiful. Maybe Jay could help her with that. She didn't want to get wasted anymore. She didn't want guys to use her body then leave. She wanted an honest friend, one that would maybe, turn into something more.
She was probably just too hopeful. Anyways..What kind of guy would actually like her for her personality. She was always going to be mean. Mean to girls. Well not many girls like her. She looked at Jay with her big blue eyes. They held nothing but trouble. They showed her soul. They showed that she was actually a tortured soul. She didn't mean for this to come apon her. She didn't mean to hurt people. She just wanted some clarification. She wanted one true friend. She wanted a boyfriend. Someone sweet. Who understands her. Was Jay like that? Maybe, just maybe...He was.
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Post by jayden cooper • on Jul 14, 2009 10:53:32 GMT -6
( J A Y ) [/color] All his life he'd been a player. The kind girls wanted to date but regretted it a few days later. Jay had only done it to stay popular; in those days popularity was everything. And he meant everything. If you had the same chick for more than a week they kicked you out of the 'cool club'. It was mandatory to dump them and dump them hard. Recently he had started to wonder why he still did it. Leaving people behind was hard, he'd realised when he left Mom. He could only imagine what the dumpee would feel. The tall guy had just decided to try and change when he heard Noelle order him to go walk with her. Why not? Maybe this was the first step in changing. Noelle pulled him up from the swing and he had no choice but to follow her. As they began to walk he heard her ask what he wanted to do. But before he could answer she had grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. Then went right back to the tugging.
Jay felt powerless against this torade of movement so let himself be washed along to a nearby bench. Noelle sat down and patted the space beside her with a smiggle (A smile and a giggle in one.) Of course he sat down, resting one leg over the other. The question she asked him next sort of startled him. Do you have a girlfriend? Woah. "Er... No. I only recently moved here from Chicago so... I don't have a girlfriend,"
[/color] he explained quickly. Did he want a girlfriend? That was a tricky question to answer, especially as he was in his new frame of mind. Jay left this question unanswered in his mind and returned his thoughts to the present situation. A hot girl asking if he had a girlfriend. She was making moves, he could see that easily. Now there was a question. Would he make moves back? "So, a gorgeous girl like you must have a boyfriend, right?"[/color] he asked cheekily but sweetly. Maybe she was the kind of girl who just wanted to use guys. Maybe she wasn't. He couldn't tell. Either way what did she, a world famous model, wants with him? He was nothing but a vandalising, cheating, swearing, stealing scumbag. And she was a gorgeous, famous, better than him beauty. Surely they couldn't go together at all? But the saying his mother always used to say came back to him. Opposites attract. Was that the case here? WORD COUNT;; 421
MUSE;; pretty good.
MUSIC;; nada.
COMMENTS;; my dad found a baby rat which disrupted my post so it may seem a little ramblnig and strange. xD and I can't wait to see what you've got in mind, Britt! Plus I'm wondering how this will turn out with Jay and Noelle. xD
TAGGED;; angel and noelle.
OUTFIT;; as described in post.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Skylar Frieathy on Jul 19, 2009 8:42:24 GMT -6
[ post coming soon ]
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Post by Noelle Launge on Jul 21, 2009 11:06:27 GMT -6
Noelle laughed. No I don't actually..Although everyone wants to mine. Lucky paparatizzi arn't invading already. She rolled her eyes. She wasn't the modest type. She knew she was beatiful. She had the most power. She giggled slightly. She was invited to exclusive clubs, her daddy had all the money in the world and because she is a memeber of the billing's alumni she can have whatever her heart desires. She smirked. There is a party I am going to tonight. Better then any of those so called parties in Chicago. Or whatever. I am talking history in the making here. A mischievious glint was in her eye. I can have a plus one. Why don't you come along. She smirked, she got closer and closer to him.
Her blue eyes peircing. She pulled away. Let's see what he does. I was just about to go shopping for the right dress actually. She said with a scoff. Pretty much implying she had more money then him. She isn't a poster child for great manners, or even a good personality for that matter. She looked at him. Let me get your number. Then we can get in contact before the party. Unless you want to come dress shopping with me. She said. It is full of fun.. He crossed her legs. Wondering what he was going to do. She was very intimidating. Well, whatever. She was going anyway. Why not get a few free make out sessions with some random guy. If he did come though...Then that would just be peachy.
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