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Post by dumbanddumber on Jun 22, 2008 2:20:39 GMT -5
Dramatic emo sweep. Marco sweeped his black hair out of his bright green eyes, focusing once more on his wrist. eyes traveling down it. One cut, two cut, three cut, four... He stopped counting the welt like cuts on his wrist, which were actually pretty old. He looked at the other wrist. only two cuts on that one. He sighed. Stupid decisions, alright. But oh well. He had a perfectly happy life now, the fast time he used his exacto knife was ages ago. the welts just... werent fading away. his eyes sunk a little. Why had he done that to myself? Attention? Or was it really to vent out the emotional pain trapped inside? He wasnt exactly sure, but he knew one thing: he would never do it again. Not now, not ever. Not amount of pain would drive him to that insanity. What if he slipped and cut too deep? Then what would he do? He could lose his LIFE. if he wanted to kill himself because of pain, hed do it the right way, not pulling an exacto knife across his flesh.
with another sigh, he dug into his bag, and pulled out the stoners eyedrops. He looked them over momentarily, before leaning his head back and applying the drops into his bloodshot eyes. So what if he was high? the drops werent really necessary. People were going to figure it out, by the goofy way he acts when hes high. The drops were mostly to calm the itching feeling in his eyes. The boy pulled out a mini mirror, and examined his eyes. Clearing up already. Perfect. He adjusted to a laying position on the couch i was stiing on, covering my eyes with one eye, boredom taking over. I hated this, not doing anything. I would go ride but my horse wouldnt be brought over for another week or so. "Where is everyone in this god damn joint? I came here to be with people. And looky, looky, look at all the people!" He hissed sarcastically. "Theres just Mobs Of people around here!" He added, in the same sarcastic tone. "Pssh... whatever."
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Post by wesson on Jun 22, 2008 3:45:01 GMT -5
P R O M I S E M E A B R I D G E
[/color] ---[/center] Turning around, he threw a second leaf of hay over the stall door as Wesson flinched out of the way before going back to munching. The teen huffed lightly as he stepped back and wiped his brow. After mucking a stall and feeding the large friesian stallion, Mike was normally a little out of breath; tody was no different. With his tendancy to wear sleeves and more concealing clothing while doing this kind of physical activity, he normally ends up overheating anyways. By now, it's only second nature for him to reach for a cold water bottle. He sighed, tapping the top of the stall door before latching it shut and turning around to head back towards the loft to grab a water. Once again, he didn't make any hesitation as he pushed open the door to the loft, this time not in search of, but running from something. The heat, to be specific, but still. He stepped inside, and paused a foot or two after he had stepped in, the door slowly swinging behind him. He could clearly see a man sprawled on the couch, a head of dark hair, much like his own actually, but nothing close to his pale complexion. He couldn't see his eyes, given they were closed as he lounged back against the sofa, and that was probably a good thing; lord knows he had an attraction to stunning eyes. That is, given they were stunning, and-- why was he thinking about all this in the first place? The door suddenly clicked shut behind him, a rather loud noise in the otherwise dead silent room and he quickly turned and moved towards the fridge, clicking open the door and reaching down to the bottom corner, where he had a few water bottle with his name written on them. He picked one up and straightened again, checking to make sure the thing was sealed correctly before opening it. He was very particular about the things he digested, and water was one of the higher ranked ones. Glancing back into the fridge, he noticed the row of water bottles was an odd number, and moved some things around so that one was laying down. He couldn't deal with things being uneven, but being uneven with a creative side was something he could do. He straightened again, inspecting his work before flushing as he realized he'd just been fidgeting. --- [/size][/color] W H E R E T H E R E I S N O R I V E R [/center][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jun 22, 2008 3:59:14 GMT -5
his mind was in a daze, zoning in and out as he rested, not being aware of really anything. But his mind was jarred sharply from its nap at the loud click of the door. Naturally, as an instinct, the boy jumped. But MArco, being a high tweeker, jumped more than a little bit. It was more of a leaping motion off the couch, tryin to to land on his feet, but it was a little more complicated than that. COnsidering he was pretty baked, and the blood rushed to the emos head, feet failing, body hurdling itself into a sumersault, and landing on his butt afterwards, facing the opposite end of the room, where his eyes spotted another guy. And he wasnt exactly UGLY... in fact, he was pretty fricking hot. Id bang the boy thought to himself.
A smirk tugged at his lips, identical to an all knowing-overly confident cheshire cat, as he got to his feet. "Easy, there, tiger, ya could have gave me a heart attack." he taunted with a friendly smirk, before walking around the sofa and to the fridge that the boy was standing at.he looked inside. Nothing that seemed appetizing. he frowned and grabbed a soda before shutting the door, glaring once more at the unhelpful white fridge. his stomach growled. eyes glared down at it. "Shuddup." he snapped at it, giving it a swift hit. Damn munchies. Marco looked back at the guy beside him, who was about four inches shorter then the boy. "So whats a -" he stopped to hold back the word sexy from escaping his mouth. "Young... man like yourself doing up here?" he asked casually, leaning his built, tan, thin frame against the counter, moving his head to sweep the hair out of his face, exposing his bright green cat eyes. [/blockquote] |
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Post by wesson on Jun 22, 2008 4:54:05 GMT -5
Mike whirled around as a thud echoed out through the room. He wasn't quite sure how the other boy had ended up so far away from his position on the couch, but that wasn't the point. He was now sitting on the floor, facing away, and even stoic Mikey had to crack a smile at that. A moment later it vanished though and he jerked his gaze back to his water bottle, fiddling with it while glancing into the fridge. Her jerked his head upwards as the other male moved around the other side of the room and spoke to him. Michael was silent though, choosing not to comment on the first sentence.
His eyes flitted around, trying to look at anything except the other man. It was working too, until he was right there and punching his own stomach. Strangely, Mike found himself struggling to keep a laugh down, condemning himself to staying straight faced. He didn't, however, remember to keep his gaze elsewhere and found himself staring straight into the two most georgeous eyes that his, dull in comparison blue, had ever met. They were green and peircing, and the darker complexion and hair of the other made them stand out even more. He was reduced to little more than a barely-gaping, half-blushing mass when this kind of thing happened.
He was aware of the question, but it had to run through his mind a few times for him to actually read that he was being talked to and he jerked his eyes away quickly, stuttering for a moment, Oh, uh. I-I was just getting a water.
[/i][/color] he replied, hands rolling the bottle in his palms in a nervous manner. It was then he noticed that the collar of the man's shirt was crooked, and he bit his lip to keep his hands away from fixing it. Most people didn't react well to being fidgeted with. [/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jun 22, 2008 5:09:37 GMT -5
My already big smirk accelerated into an even bigger grin as i looked down at the boy. He was a nervous wreck, i could tell. What drives such a good looking boy to be so... shy? I tried to figure it out. He could have been beaten, had his heart broken, or raped... eyes wandered up and down him. No, not raped. Even if it was true, i was about the only guy i wanted to see touching him. At this thought i chuckled, the desire set ablaze in my eyes. A gloved hand-yes, the ones that dont have the fingers- ran through my hair, and i sweeped it to where it was supposed to be, and, out of boredom, i used my tongue to spin one of my lip rings, never taking my eyes off him as i did. i reached the gloved hand up to toy with my eyebrow piercing, also out of sheer boredom.
My smirk changed to a warm smile as he stuttered. Aw, cute kid. Maybe not so good at the talking part, but nothing that couldnt be fixed. He may be a shy, keep to himself kid, but i was a loud, outgoing kind of guy, and there was ways us outgoing people could break a person out of thier shell. I would like to be his friend, but its hard to do that when everytime you talk to him, he has, like, a siezure. But i couldnt help but wonder how he was in... I shook my head. No. Stop that. you only just met him, you sex driven bimbo! I scorned myself, before attention going back to the boy. "Getting water, eh? Well, if you keep shakin like you are, youre gonna end up with all your water on the floor." I said with a laugh I strode over to where there was a table and a couple seats. I set my pop down on the wood thing, and looked back over to the boy, a gesturing hand towards the table. "You wanna sit down?" I offered, sitting my own self in a chair, eyes never taken off the boy. I didnt want it to seem like i was anxious to get to know him, but it was hard not to show that. A warm smile one again tugging at my lips, i fiddled with the closed bottle of pop, watching with interest as the top turned into a light fizz.
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Post by wesson on Jun 22, 2008 18:05:20 GMT -5
Michael barely caught the change in hue of the other man's eyes, and he gulped. Inside he was a puddle of... Mike that had just seen enthralling eyes; but somewhere he was just hoping that this trip into the loft wouldn't end the same as the last. He shuddered lightly at the thought. If he had to go through another episode like that, he wasn't sure he'd ever come back into this room. For this reason, it was both relieving and surprising when his daunting grin shifted into a warmer smile and he backed off a bit. At least now Mike could calm down enough to stop acting like a hunted animal.
At the first comment he flushed a little more and looked down to his hands. Indeed they were shaking a bit, and he took a deep, silent breath to get them to stop as the other turned around and crossed the room with his soda, obviously to drink the damn thing. Mike looked up again at the question and blinked. Well, in truth he had nothing better to do, since he'd already done his chores and was about to head out for lunch. He could stick around a bit and drink his water. A slight shrug and he crossed the room,
[/size] Uhm, sure...[/i][/color][/size] he murmured as he sat down in the chair. After a moment or two of silence, he opened his water and sipped it again, [/color] Do you, uhm, board here, too?[/i][/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jun 22, 2008 18:32:34 GMT -5
cat eyes stayed with the boy as he sat down, but then they jumped to the window as the wind shook the trees, making them seem to dance. I cracked up at this, the fact that iwas indeed high made me giggle at everything, and the idea of dancing trees was amuzing enough, especially with my giggly mind.
Then he spoke, my mind seeming to overexaggurate this as well, and i jumped about three feet in my chair, my overactive attention jumping to the boy beside me. I let out a relieved sigh, covering my eyes with my hands and shaking my head. shit dude, you scared me. i said with a smile. But its all good in the hood. And yes, im a boarder here. I have a thoroughbred quarter horse mustang mix named hickory d i c k ory doc.
[/color] I answered. I looked up, focusing on the fabulous designs on the ceiling. Well, they probably werent that too incredibly fabulous, but, seeing my state of mind, they were fricking entertaining. I pulled my attention from above me, looking back at the smaller person beside me. What kind of horse do you have?[/color] I asked. I opened the window and sat a little closer to it, reaching in my pocket and pulling out a box of cigarettes and a black lighter. I pulled a single stick out of the box, and lit it, before putting it in my mouth and taking a long drag, a sense of comfort and ease washing over me, my addiction being comforted by the nicotine from the cigaretter. My eyes jumped over to the other emo. you dont mind, do you? I asked politely. Second hand smoking isnt healthy, and i wouldnt ever push a friend into a situation that could jeopardize his health. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by wesson on Jun 22, 2008 23:14:03 GMT -5
Mike lifted his eyes from the water bottle as the other jumped hastily before settling himself again. At that moment it became painfully apparent that the other wasn't in his right mind at the time. The telltale signs in his eyes strangely gone, though. He mumbled a sorry before the other trailed off talking about his horse. It somehow surprised Mike that such a guy could be into horses, but then he took a mental look at himself and sighed; he didn't really fit the "equarian" type either. He glanced up at the sudden question, Uhm, I board Wesson. He's a friesian, gypsy vanner, shire mix. He's been trained for dressage and show.
[/i][/color] Mike was actually surprised when he added the last part, not normally one say more than he needed.
His gaze locked on the candy apple green eyes once more and reveled at the fact that they were almost feline. Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd seen such eyes. Oh wait, yes he could. He pulled his gaze away and sighed shakily, lifting his head at the next question and he paused. He hated it when people smoked around him, but he wasn't going to admit it. He glanced away again, slightly defeated within himself, I don't mind. Go ahead.[/i][/color] he replied. Just then he noticed he hadn't asked the other man's name, nor had he been asked. He sighed again, a little deeper this time as he leaned his elbows heavily on the table. The man probably didn't want to know his name anyways. He was just some punk at the stable to talk to, and he probably was only doing that because he was high.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jun 23, 2008 5:25:53 GMT -5
Eyes went back to the boy from where he was staring out the window, his hand-and the cigaretter damgling out the window. He smiled and pointed his mouth away from the boy and blew smoke rings from his mouth. Yes, leadies and gentlemen, smoke rings. He opened his mouth, and popped his jaw, the circles floating from his mouth ((Yes, thats actually how you do them)). after all the smoke left, he looked back at the younger emo. Friesian gypsy shire, eh? A frepshire? Interesting... I bet hes a beauty.... He stated, eyes on his pop. Probably really big, too. He added. His thumb flicked the end of the cigaretted, excess ash from the burning tip falling to the ground below. Marco's eyes followed them, and watched for a second, before they jumped back to marco. Cant have that shit startin a fire, now can we?
[/color] He asked. It was a retorical question, and he didnt expect an ansswer of any sort. Suddenly forgetting his manners, he eyed the shorter boy. And whats your name, tiger? He asked, chuckling at his own words., and taking another drag of the cigaretter in his hands.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by wesson on Jun 23, 2008 5:46:43 GMT -5
Mike watched, partially entranced at the other man blew smoke rings, a skill he himself had never managed to learn. Blue eyes followed them until they disapated into the air and he flicked his eyes towards the next until they were gone. He didn't answer the comments at first, instead taking another sip of his water and fiddling with it, rolling it across the table.
He was slightly surprised when the other continued, and tipped his head to glance over again, obviously listening to something drug induced. He sat for a moment, pondering the cicumstances and why he was being so calm about this whole thing. Normally he was very distant with people he didn't know, but now he was just chatting with some random, not to mention stoned, guy. He guessed it was because of the fact the other wasn't clean. He could contort the memories of the meeting if he wanted, and so he didn't hesitate to answer the question, dismissing the name as something drug induced, Michael, I go by Mike. You?
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jul 3, 2008 20:56:49 GMT -5
Marco eyed the other boy, and nodded. Micheal, eh? How bout I just call you mikey. Or mike. Or shortface? he asked with a smile, before he took another drag on the cigarette, making sure to point the smoke away from the other, as he could tel that this younger one didnt smoke. And how could he tell? Any real addicted smoker would have asked him to light one up, or at least take a drag from marcos. This boy just sat there.
Marco, looked down at the stick, before flicking it again. he smiled with joy. Flicking it was one of his favorite parts, besides the smoke rings of course. He got bored again and decided to do more smoking tricks. He twisted his tongue and let go of the smoke, creating a squiggly shape. when it was gone, he looked at mike. Coolio, huh? He asked with a smile.
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Post by wesson on Jul 4, 2008 17:07:35 GMT -5
Blue eyes had turned away from the other as he muttered on. The slight sugar rush he had had earlier in the day from his morning coffee had worn off a while ago, making him a bit lethergic and irritable. He leaned on a single elbow, relaxing a bit, Oh yes, very.
[/b][/i][/color] His sarcasm rarely shown through, unless he was around good friends, and he wondered where the sudden spitefulness came from. I need to be nicer...[/i][/color] he thought to himself as his blue eyes turned back to the other and watched as the puff of smoke drifted away, and your name?[/b][/i][/color] Blue turned back towards the other, trying not to be sucked in by his green eyes again.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jul 6, 2008 18:50:15 GMT -5
Green eyes shot over to the other boy. Even as high as he was, Marco could tell a sarcastic tone from a mile away, considering marco was like, the king of sarcasm. Well, and something else, but lets not go into that. :DD His lips twisted and he snorted. Well ya dont gotta be a god damned girl about it, Mike... He snapped, and took another drag on the cigarette. He smiled though, and added. and the name's Marco.The clicking of toenails caught his attention, and his eyes locked on his rottweiler, who, alarmed by his master's sharp tone, was padding over. 160 pounds of powerful muscle rippliong beneath his fine black and brown coat, his blocky head and well set jaw made him the definition of a mean looking dog. But in reality, the purebred was a sweetheart. He was a lap dog at heart, unless provoked.
Marco laughed as the rottweiler sat beside him. Hey, i forgot he was over there...
[/color] He stated as he scratched the dog's ears, the dog closed his eyes in pleasure and leaned his bulk against the chair. Marco looked back up at Mike. A smirk spread onto his lips. SoOo... i heard about your little run in with Nyxie...[/color] he said with a chuckle, and waited for the smaller boy to reply.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by wesson on Jul 15, 2008 1:01:12 GMT -5
[[we need more sexual tension in this thread. >.> ]]
A heavy sigh and rolled his eyes. He wasn't a stranger to being called a girl; considering the guys at his school had been pretty rough on him for his almost feminine appearance and sexuality. That was history though, and he knew that this guy - Marco apparently - didn't know anything about that, so he chose to ignore it. He fiddled a bit more wth the side of his water bottle, deciding not to answer the other's comments; sparing only a glance towards the obviously friendly rottweiler. He wasn't a stranger to the misunderstood breed either; although that was something he really didn't want to think about at the moment.
He was almost to the point of entirely blocking out the other when he had to remind him of a certain person he recently had met. It wasn't that he really disliked her or anything, he just didn't work well with girls. Well, most of them. His eyes widened a bit and he tipped his head to look at the other, suddenly finding himself at a loss of words, Uh… y-yeah…
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jul 16, 2008 0:25:06 GMT -5
{{kk, but you have to PROMISE Mike wont run away, because Marco's waayy to high to run after him, and not fall down the stairs lolzzz =3}}
A chuckled escaped his throat, as he watched the boy's reaction when it was brought up. So she WASNT just making it up... haha.... He stopped to take a drag off the cigarette, smiling at the younger guy. Lol its all good... Nyxie can be, err, REALLY intimidating, unless you know how to talk to her...
[/color] He stopped to release the smoke, forgetting he hadnt done so already. Itching his neck quickly, fixing the collar of his shirt as his hand rested on it. The boy decided he would let Mike in a little bit. You see, me and Nyxie have ALOT of history, actually... Ive known her since, like, forever. Shes the one who convinced me to come here.[/color] He explained, before his eyes looked at his feet. And she was.... uhh... my first time...[/color] He added with a sheepish smile, as if his toes could see it.... Finally he decided to loosen up a bit. He scooted a little closer to the boy, and wrapped an arm loosley aroudn his shoulders. Now was the time. Was he comfortable enough to sit there and maintain a slight composure, or would he run like he did with Nyxie?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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