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Post by Charlie Parker on Sept 7, 2008 22:59:12 GMT -5
{You know what they say, never try to stand between a dog that want to fight and the object of its anger...well, that applies here. We were angry, and really wanted to beat someone up. So...we decided that instead of gang beating someone in real life and probably going to jail, we would make a thread where Charlie and Sebastian could beat the crap out of someone.
So, this is in the past, sort of like a flash back to when Charlie was a big hot head and always got into fights. This thread is reserved for only those who have known Charlie for forever...meaning Sebastian, Chey, and Anthony.}
Charlie Parker, he didn't fit into any clique at all. He was a complete nerd, completing four years of high school in two. He was incredibly athletic and "built." He got along with most people. He got in fights all the time. He didn't like the attention from all the crushing girls. He went out very often with the guys and ended up with some girl. He was very understanding and forgiving. He would hold a grudge forever. He was a rebel who was always in trouble. He was about to graduate from the police academy. He was ten million and one contradictions all at once. It was amazing he had any friends at all. Then again, they were probably all just as crazy as he was.
A large gray horse whinnied angrily and reared up, striking out at the man handling him. He was fighting this human with everything he had. He didn't want to hurt the man, that wasn't in his nature, but this man was hurting him, and taking away the flight instinct that he had, leaving him with the only option of fighting. He reared again and again, circling, bucking, jerking his head. Every time he was rewarded with the sharp sting of the whip on his hide which only made him more angry. His rider soon resorted to merciless beating and jerking on the reins again and again.
Charlie walked into the stable, and that was the scene that met him. The terrified horse in the stall, lashing out at its owner, it's owner trying to beat him into submission. That was just wrong...in so many ways, it was just wrong. It stirred up a certain anger in Charlie. He moved towards the guy, who was quite a bit larger than Charlie, intending to give him his what for. As he got closer though, he could see two other guys there, egging the man on. That just made Charlie more mad. Why would they even think to do that? If they hated horses that much, why were they here? He really felt like going over there and knocking the guy's block off. But he would try to be civil and talk it over in an "understanding" way.
He stepped over to the stall and caught the man's arm as he pulled it back to strike the horse again. I don't think that's the way to go about this. He said, calmly, very eloquently masking the rage that was urging him to break the guy's nose. The man jerked his arm out of Charlie's grasp and proceeded to beat his horse. Frustrated, Charlie grabbed the guy's shoulder, and pushed him back from the stall. You're making it worse you idiot. He said fiercely, glaring daggers at the man.
Now obviously, calling the guy an idiot was a mistake. He could have just said "you're making it worse" but no, he had to throw idiot in there. Needless to say, he had a few communication issues. They had landed him into trouble and fights more often than he cared to admit, and yet he still continued to do it. He would go in, intending to just talk about it, and he would end up offending someone, and wallah, a fight. It wasn't always physical, but they were verbal too. Charlie was a smart kid, and he was right 90% of the time, which often made people even more angry...especially when he wasn't all that gentle about saying things, but quite blunt and straight forward.
The man was already mad because of his horse, and now some kid was telling him how to do things and calling him an idiot. That didn't go over too well. and you think you could do better? He practically shouted, stepping towards Charlie. The man was about 6'4" and sort of towered over Charlie's 5'10" stature, and he was about 50 to 60 pounds more heavily built than Charlie was too. But that didn't make the 19 year old back down. No, he'd been training for two years how to take these kid of guys down, and he was pretty sure that if it came to that, he could take care of himself.
No I don't think I could do better. Charlie said, rather smugly, I know I could. and there went another mistake. Charlie had officially pissed this guy off to the maximum extent of the man's self control. He was really in for it now. When he said that, the man's two friends stepped forwards too. They weren't quite as big as the first man, but they were still bigger than Charlie was. He was about two breaths away from getting gang beaten by these three men, and he was too arrogant to step down. He could take these guys easy...right?
The angered man stepped up and shoved Charlie back a stepand took a swing at his jaw, which he ducked away from and slammed his fist into the man's gut, sending him reeling back, gasping for breath. Now if that didn't fuel Charlie's big head, I don't know what would. The guy was temporarily out of breath, but he would be back in a moment or two, even more angry than he was before. Bad news for Charlie. He could take these guys on one at a time easily, but all three of them at once? No, that was a ridiculous fantasy...which he unfortunately believed.
The other two stepped forwards, their every intention to beat the stuffing out of this punk kid, and then leave him lying on the floor for their "leader" to finish off. Charlie of course, was convinced otherwise. He could take on two of them...he was about to become a cop wasn't he? That just made him more invincible than he already was. Yes, Charlie was doomed. These three men were going to beat him senseless, and he didn't even see it coming.
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Post by Cheyenne Kings} on Sept 8, 2008 0:01:28 GMT -5
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Chey. Ah Chey. 17, simple minded, kind, caring, goal setter, hopelessly in love... yep, that's her. She was about to graduate high school, Sebastian and her were still going strong, and nothing could be better. The thought of Seb noticeably brightened her face, a small sigh escaping her mouth. Yep, like I said, hopelessly in love. Now, to be fair, Chey had always fallen easily. If I guy so much as looked at her she would somehow come to the conclusion that they were interested. But this was different, and anyone could tell that. Her and Seb were really meant to be together... he was actually her first real boyfriend. But really he was more than that. He was like her knight in shining armor so to speak. Her hero. After her mom died, she needed someone she could lean on. Someone to trust. Seb had provided that, and he still did to this day. That would never change, she was sure of it...
She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she neared the stable, coming up from the pasture after putting Shadow away. She was supposed to meet Seb here for lunch. She smiled, picking up the pace a bit as she entered the stable, her worn work boots making soft taps echo from the rafters. But soon her ears were filled with another noise. It was a horse neighing in panic. Chey jogged around the corner briskly, trying to get to the source of the sound as quickly as possible. Chey stopped dead in her tracks as she rounded the corner and came upon the scene, her eyes widening. A horse was lashing out in his stall at the end of a lead which was held firmly by a man, whip in hand. At first she thought maybe the horse was attacking him, but then she realized that it was and act of fear, not violence.
That was way wrong... how did that guy to expect the young horse to calm down if he was treating him that cruel? He was just making it worse! She was about to step forward and say something, a little bit of both fear for the animal and anger towards the man running through her, but someone beat her to it. It took her a second, but she soon recognized him as Charlie, one of Seb's best friends. She took a few steps forward, trying to listen to what he said. He seemed calm enough, but the guy obviously wasn't listening, and another lash of the whip fell upon the animal despite Charlie's attempts to stop him. Chey flinched, taking yet another step forward. What was wrong with this guy?! She was about to call out to them when suddenly Charlie pulled the furious looking man back from the panic-stricken horse. She still couldn't hear what they were saying exactly, but something was wrong...
And then it happened. A few shoves and then the fists came out. The guy was much bigger than Charlie, and Chey found herself frozen in fear for a second. He seemed to have a couple of henchmen too... The guy took a swing at Charlie, but missed as Charlie ducked, coming back with a punch right in the guy's gut. Chey instantly flew forward, ignoring the other two guys that stepped forward, obviously looking to beat the crap out of Charlie. She stepped between them without thinking. All she knew was that she had to stop the fight or they'd kill Charlie. "Hey! Let's not overreact here guys..." She said, directing a cool glare that the stranger. Only then did she notice how big he was, easily more than twice her small, 5'2" 1/2 frame. She gulped, but stood her ground.
The guy didn't seem at all happy about any of this, and he obviously wasn't willing to talk any of it out. 'Back off b.itch' He snapped furiously, his eyes practically burning as he reached out and shoved Chey out of the way roughly, easily knocking her the ground. She didn't even have time to react before her body made contact with the floor. She yelped painfully, not able to catch herself in time as she landed on her arm at an odd angle. She cried out pitifully, but she knew she had to get up... she couldn't let the fight escalate more than it already was, even if she knew she had no chance against any of them. The other two guys snickered as she struggled to get up, only to stumble as they started towards her too, ready to keep her out of the way. Probably so their 'leader' could finish Charlie up. Chey gasped in terror, struggling to get on her feet again. "Stay away from me! Leave us alone!" She screamed desperately, hopelessly swinging her arm full force at the guy who was closest to advancing on her.
((OOC: ugh... not exactly accurate with your post jess, but I tried ;P haha... it's late and I haven't much muse, so I apologize for any crappiness xD woot! this ish gonna be fuun))
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Post by Sebastian Kings on Sept 8, 2008 1:01:43 GMT -5
Sebastian Summertime is finally here
That old ball park man is back in gear
Out on 40 now; man I can see the lights
School's out and the night's roll in
Man, just like a long lost friend
You ain't seen in a while
You can't help but smile
And now we come to a young Sebastian Kings. At twenty years of age there is no shortage of the "qualities" he still posseses such as; An inexplicably large ego, a certain air of self confidence, that charming, girl grabbing smile of course, and of course his pig-headedness, you know that "I'm the best" attitude that gets him into trouble, then turns around and makes him fight even though he's wrong. That's Seb for you, if he's right he's right and if he's wrong don't point it out, or you'll pay for it. Sebastian drove along the road on his way to Pinewood, he was going to see Chey. Chey. Her name still gave him shivers, it takes alot to make Sebastian Kings shiver. The boy had mized feelings about Chey, the strongest of course were love and lust. The two "L"s, could they really exist in a realtionship together?. Love; he'd never felt like this before, butterflies when he saw her, sweet, innocent kisses, up all night talking about forever... it was amazing. Lust; What teenage boy didn't feel lust towards their object(s) of obsession? He was young, she was gorgeous did no one here take bio? And what they'd shared the other night wouldn't have happened if there wasn't any lust on her side too. And it's two bare feet on the dashboard
Young love in an old Ford
Cheap shades and a tattoo and a Yoohoo bottle on the floorboard
Perfect song on the radio, sing along cause it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine
It's summertime, sweet summertime Sebastian sighed blissfully as he thought of that night not too long ago. It was perfect, the best ever. But I'll spare you the gory details and try not to make Chey blush. Seb donned a devlish smile as he thought of what Chey's father would say if he knew. Sebastian hated that guy "She's only seventeen" he'd whined. But Sebastian figured if she was seventeen she cold make her own choices and her choice was him... But back to mixed feelings. We mustn't forget about Terrified. Terrified is a big one, we already mentioned Love, of course he felt that, inside, but he couldn't just say it, he'd never said he loved someone before... That night when Chey said it to him... He just covered her mouth with his before she could get it all out. Yes, Sebastian Kings was terrified of commitment. Temperature says 93 down at the Deposit and Guarantee
But that swimming hole, it's nice and cold
Bikini bottoms underneath, but the boy's hearts still skip a beat
When them girls shimmy off them old cut-offs Sebastian pulled into the Pinewood Stables parking lot still wearing a stupid grin. He couldn't help but smile when he thought of her. This summer was perfect, just Chey and Sebastian... With a little Charlie and Anthony mixed in, when he needed to be a guy again... or just get drunk. It really was a miracle that they'd been together this long... Not that Chey wasn't the most amazing girl he'd ever met. But as mentioned before Sebastian was extremly afraid to commit. He went around like normal teens do, doing what he wanted, to whom he wanted. It was the life of a rich, very good looking, party boy and everyone, including his friends were bewildered he'd stuck with one girl... That he'd missed Diana Ball's huge summer party to stay home and watch a movie with Chey. He still partied alot, but it was cut in half of his usual week. Especially now that he was out of school, it was like being in college without the classes. It was perfect. He and Charlie shared an apartment which they brought which ever girls they liked to. They were lving the life... The more things change, the more they stay the same
Don't matter how old you are
Man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout,
Yeah baby, when you got....
Sebastian parked the truck and lept from the driver's side door. Slamming it shut he walked briskly to the stables. He was meeting Chey for lunch and then he had to work StarBound, his new horse. She was such a promising mare at only four years old... Sebastian strode easily into the hall to find Charlie and some very alrge men, between them was Chey Back off b.itch was heard as she was pushed to the ground and that was it. Something inside snapped, looking back on the day, it was probably the self control switch. Sebastian charged forward Don't fucking touch her! he muttered, lod enough for Charlie's attackers to hear. He threw his fist into the guys jaw, sending him staggering backwards a few steps. Another came at him and was met with a sucker punch to the gut. He reeled over but would soon be back for more. Sebastian stole and look at Charlie and then it was on... [/size] Two bare feet on the dashboard
Young love in an old Ford
Cheap shades and a tattoo and a Yoohoo bottle rollin' on the floorboard
Perfect song on the radio, sing along cause it's one we know
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Post by Charlie Parker on Sept 8, 2008 2:21:40 GMT -5
Everybody knew Charlie was prone to cause trouble, and he almost always dragged someone down with him. It was sort of a flaw of his. Not only did he cause problems, but he also got other people into trouble with him. He never intended to get other people in trouble...but he somehow always managed to do so. It was usually Sebastian he brought down with him anyway. Like that one time...back when they were seniors...and Charlie decided that he was tired of the quarterback always getting in his face about his girl friend flirting with Charlie...and took matters into his own hands. Sebastian of course tried to come to his rescue, and well...lets just say they got gang beaten...by the whole football team.
This wasn't quite that bad, and Charlie was guessing he wouldn't walk away from it without the broken wrist and a billion bruises and bleeding all over the place. He was actually pretty convinced that he was going to walk away from this without even so much as a scratch. Again, the invincibility thing. He was an incredibly smart person, some would go so far as to say he went full circle and landed on stupid again. But I'm fairly certain that he was just a stupid teenage boy with more adrenaline and testosterone than was good for him. Of course, he was actually much better now that he was leaving the teenage years and was already about to be thrust out into the worst of the worst as a policeman. But man, you should have seen him three years ago...that was more than entertaining.
He was the youngest senior...ever...to graduate, at only 16 years old, but man did he seem like he was 18 along with the other guys. He could hold his own in the frequent fights, but he was so charming that he always managed to talk his way out of trouble...and occasionally even get Sebastian out of the trouble Charlie had gotten him into in the first place. He was the kind of person who was hard to dislike, and he used it to his advantage whenever he could. Sebastian...well, he was a lot like Charlie, only not so good at getting out of trouble. They might as well have been brothers though, they were that alike, and that close.
The next thing Charlie knew, Chey was coming between him and the bigger men trying to get them to stop. It was far too late for that. This thing was going to happen...even if it didn't now, they would hunt him down later and finish what he started. Just his luck, they'd hold the grudge forever. In the brief moment when he was being stopped, he realized how big these guys were, and cursed himself in his head. He needed to pick on people his own size...or smaller preferably. Chey was always like that. She hated fighting, and it drove her nuts how often Charlie go into it with someone over something or another.
Charlie was about to back down when he heard the vile words aimed at her, and saw her pushed down. Oh no, not on Charlie's watch was any guy going to mistreat a girl like that...especially not Sebastian's girl. There was this thing about Sebastian and Charlie...that made people underestimate them. They didn't look like much by way of fighters, but when you made them really mad...as in I'm going to kill you unless someone stops me mad...they were said to be pretty much unstoppable, or "able to lift cars" according to Anthony, who basically had some entertaining comment like that to label Charlie and Sebastian with.
Anyway, on with the current situation. The first man, the biggest who was just mad at Charlie came towards him again, once more under estimating what his "opponent" could do. Driven by anger, he rushed at Charlie...big mistake. Charlie stepped out of the way, barely in time to avoid getting flattened, and watched as the guy went hurtling past him. Just then, he heard Sebastian's voice, and turned to see him coming. There went another mistake. The moment his attention was shifted, the big man came at him again.
Charlie attempted to get out of the way again, he was caught across the chest by the man's arm, and slammed against the wall. Pain rushed through him as his spine connected with the wood, and the back of his head cracked against the wall. He winced slightly, just in time to take a fist to his jaw. Oh that one hurt. He would have taken another one if he hadn't slipped down just in time and the man's fist hit the wall. Taking advantage of the man's temporary pause in pain, Charlie whipped around and brought his fist down on the man's back, right where the neck connects to the shoulders, and directly on his spine. That was one he learned at the academy...it caused an instant black out if you hit it just right...if not, it did nothing and you would get killed.
Luckily for Charlie, it worked, and the man was soon collapsed on the floor. Yep, that fueled him even more. He'd just downed a 6'4" 170 pound adult man...and he was only a 5'10" 130 pound nineteen year old. Oh yes, he was going to make that one of his many claims to fame. He had a lot of them...including being the youngest graduate, the youngest police academy "student," and going through the training with two broken ribs...courtesy Sebastian. All of it went to his head too...and if it was you, it probably would too, so don't even pretend it wouldn't.
Charlie turned towards Sebastian, who seemed to have things under control, and decided to wait over here for a minute or two and see if Sebastian actually needed his help. That was Charlie for you. Start the mess, then let someone else clean it up, unless they really needed help. Yes, he had been called several names, which I won't bother to mention, for that habit. Mostly when Sebastian was in trouble and Charlie got off scott free for something he started. Good thing he and Sebastian got alone so well...otherwise, Charlie might be on the receiving end of some of those punches more often than he was already.
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Post by Sebastian Kings on Sept 8, 2008 12:55:03 GMT -5
Sebastian Run your car off the side of the road
Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere
Or get yourself in a bind lose the shirt off your back
Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare
Now Sebastian isn't what you call a master f self-control even now a days. But if you can think back... way back to when your ego controlled your brain, your pride controlled your actions and your pants controlled your heart... You can imagine it was even worse back then... Sebastian was pissed. If anyone... ever... hit a girl in front of him they'd get beaten half to death... But his girl... This guy was dead. Sebastian wasn't a very big guy, about the same hieght and build of Charlie... He worked out like most guys his age and was pretty much in top condition, but compared to these hippo-sized men he was pretty small. It didn't matter Sebastian could send a grizzly running for cover when he got mad. Oh and he was maaad. Sebastian's tighly balled fists shook with anger as he ducked a punch from one of the guys. But coming back up he was smacked with one from the second guy, to the jaw, the impact sending him back a few steps. With the taste of blood on his lip he covered the distance between him and the other two men, back with a vengeance... This is where the rubber meets the road
This is where the cream is gonna rise
This is what you really didn't know
This is where the truth don't lie Sebastian didn't even notice Charlie being rammed against a stall door, spooking the horse inside. He didn't notice, the huge bang as his head smashed against the wood. He didn't notice the huge man fall to the ground, out cold... He wasn't worried about Charlie... He knew Charlie cold take one guy, and he hand his hands quite full with two. It was just like Charlie, to start a fight and let Sebastian finish with it. Sebastian might be just a little better at fighting than him, maybe not in technique, but he was a whirlwind of fists... Quite like the tazmanian devil on looney tunes... Charlie usually got off easy, letting Sebastian take the fall... Sebastian didn't mind really, Charlie's dream was to be a police officer and he couldn't really do that with a criminal record... So Sebastian took the fall almost always, sometimes sharing with Anthony, but the two boys kept Charlie's criminal record shining like a new penny. Meanwhile dotting theirs with offences. It was what friends were for, right? Besides one day.... somehow.... Charlie would repay them... Everybody wants to slap your back
wants to shake your hand
when you're up on top of that mountain
But let one of those rocks give way then you slide back down look up
and see who's around then Sebastian didn't see why he wanted to be a cop in the first place... Sebastian and Charlie had spent the last five-ish years of their life doing stupid, unlawful shit, and half the time ended up running from them... But it was his choice and Sebastian wasn't ging to stop him... He just hoped he didn't come back boring... Okay, back to the task at hand... The first guy, the smaller of the three was not really small at all, but he was the smallest, of course excluding Charlie and Seb, came forwards first. Sebastian dodged the blow to the gut and whipped around, his fist connecting, with great velocity to his attackers temple... The man toppled over, blacked out... Well if that didn't fuel his ego.... Sebastian was busy teeming with pride when the last guy standing lifted his huge foot and kicked Sebastian in the gut, sending him flying backwards into a stall. Sebastian's neck whipped back as his head slammed agains the stained oak finish... The guy was coming at him again, Sebastian's labboured breathing quickened as the big guy came nearer, to finish him off he supposed... You find out who your friends are
Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get there fast
Never stop to think 'what's in it for me?' or 'it's way too far'
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who your friends are
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Post by Charlie Parker on Sept 8, 2008 14:02:45 GMT -5
Allow me to reminisce once again before I get back to the here and now. Charlie and Sebastian had been friends since God knows when. It all started at one of those neighborhood gatherings that Charlie's parents always forced him to go to. He hated them, with a passion...all those stupid girls took great pleasure out of following him around and driving him nuts. He was no ladies man, that was for sure...not when he was eight anyway. At this particular gathering, there was a particularly large amount of girls there to drive him insane, so he was naturally driven towards the other guy his age. Of course, Sebastian was 11 then, and the difference between 8 and 11 is fairly significant.
Charlie started out as an annoyance to Sebastian. Following him around everywhere trying to get him to be friends. Talking about random eight year old things, and basically bugging the crap out of him. As time went on though Sebastian seemed to get the hint that he was stuck with Charlie no matter what he did. Although Charlie wouldn't ever admit it, he looked up to Sebastian, sort of admired him like an older brother, considered him nothing short of a hero. As time continued on...it has a tendency to do that...toleration started to become friendship, and friendship became best friends, and best friends became inseparable, and inseparable became one and the same.
They became known as Charlstian, or Sebarlie depending on which you preferred. In most cases, if you were talking about Sebastian, you were talking about Charlie too, and if you were talking about Charlie, you were talking about Sebastian too. They were so much alike in so many ways, their differences didn't really make a difference...if that's even possible. Sebastian started high school before Charlie did, but since, as I mentioned before, Charlie finished two years of high school in one year, they graduated together. It was only fitting really. They did everything else together, so why not graduate together?
Now here they were, getting into another fight that Charlie started and dragged Sebastian unintentionally into. Charlie had downed his man, and as he turned to look at Sebastian, he saw him take out the second guy. He was holding his own pretty well over there. and then all hell broke loose and Sebastian was slammed against a stall door, and his head was whipped back. Not good...he'd probably have some nice whiplash after that one. It didn't look like he was rebounding too well after it either. Charlie was guessing that he would have to intervene here, unless he wanted Sebastian to get killed.
Easy enough. The guy seemed to have forgotten Charlie even existed, he was so intent on getting Sebastian. Charlie shrugged, and casually walked towards them, a hint of a smirk on his face. Just as the guy was pulling his arm back to finish Sebastian off, Charlie took hold of his wrist, spun him around, and slammed his chest against the wall, twisting the man's arm behind his back. It wasn't really needed though...the man's head snapped forwards as his chest hit the wall, and he cracked his forehead against the wall. Down he went, out cold. Charlie mentally cursed himself again...his commanding officer would kill him if he knocked someone out doing that move at that academy. It was supposed to force a man into submission from pain, not knock them out. Oh well, Charlie was the only one here who knew that, so it still looked pretty good...like he had intended to do that.
He let go of the man's arm, and let him slump to the floor, then surveyed the damage. Not a whole lot...perfect. Three unconscious men, and just a bruised jaw, aching back and headache for him and bleeding lip and possibly some whip lash for Sebastian. Better than usual. Normally one or both of them had to go to the hospital for some reason...like stitches, or some sort of brace. They'd done alright this time.
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Anthony hadn't known Charlie and Sebastian for that long, only three years, but it felt like a life time. He still remembered Sebastian's first words to him though. As he recalled, they had been "What's with the accent shorty?" Oh yes, he had said that. Anthony had just laughed though, after all, it wasn't every day you met a 5'4" white Mexican with an Italian first name and Hungarian last name in Pinewood West Virginia. Actually, scratch that. Anthony was only 16 when he met Sebastian and Charlie, and he was even shorter then than he was now. When he first met them he was only maybe just barely 5'2" which made it even better for Sebastian who was 18 and almost as tall as he would get, and Charlie who was also 16, and about 5'8".
Sure they made fun of him all the time, but that didn't bother Anthony. The only thing you could do that would bother him would be if you tried to hook him up with some girl for a one night stand. Charlie and Sebastian had plenty of those, and they were more than happy to make fun of Anthony for the "V Card." He wasn't budging on his standing there though. At first it bothered him a low when they did that, but as time went on, he gave up on letting them bother him, and just laughed. He liked to say they were just jealous...which of course he knew wasn't true, but still. Either that or he would just go off on them in Spanish, pretending to be angry at them, and make them feel guilty, since they had no idea what he was saying and really thought they'd offended him...when in reality he was struggling not to laugh.
He walked in just in time to see Charlie smash some guy against the wall and collapse to the ground. Sebastian looked pretty dazed, like he'd just about been killed. Charlie looked pretty good, though there was a bit of a bruise starting to form on his jaw. There was a total of three men lying on the floor, the biggest one about 6'4" a whole foot taller than Anthony, and the other two probably no shorter than 6'. He stopped and stood in the aisle of the stable, looking skeptically at the three unconscious men, Sebastian and Charlie, and Chey who didn't seem to happy with the whole situation. She was going to have to get used to those two getting in fights.
After a minute, he shook his head and walked towards the three standing humans. I don't believe you two. He said in mock irritation, Why would you go and schedule one of these things and not tell me about it so I could at least watch? That was Anthony for you. He wasn't much of a fighter...considering his vertical short comings. He was plenty strong enough, and if he was Charlie and Sebastian's size he could probably kill somebody, but as it was, he would have to stick to watching...unless he wanted to get squashed like a bug. Ir y teniendo toda la diversión sin mÃ. He muttered under his breath, Los tipos de Gracias, yo realmente lo aprecio. He added a bit of Spanish in there just for that extra touch...and because he knew it drove Charlie and Sebastian insane since they didn't know a lick of Spanish. He was the third leg of the stool, the third musketeer, the third stooge of the three stooges...without Anthony, it just wouldn't be complete.
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Post by Cheyenne Kings} on Sept 8, 2008 15:46:11 GMT -5
C.heyenne }}
Don't fucking touch her! Chey knew that these guys were as good as dead as she heard Seb's words, laced with fury. Chey never was one for violence. In fact she hated it. That's only one of the reason's Chey and Seb were really an odd couple. Seb would do almost anything for a fight, and somehow Chey got the impression that she could actually stop him... ha. She barely had time to turn around before she heard his fist connect with the guy's face. Her eyes widened with horror as the fight broke out even worse. "No!" She stampered hoarsely, barely able toget her voice to work. No, she wasn't really scared for Sebastian and Charlie, but rather for the other three guys. Boy they were about to get it. She could see Seb practically shaking with anger, and he had that crazy look in his eye... She stumbled forward, only to leap back again as some guy came crashing into the wall. Her gaze flickered back and forth as she watched Charlie and Seb fighting the three giant guys off. She couldn't tell who was winning or loosing, but it looked like everybody was getting a pretty good beating. That was the stupid thing about fights. No matter who won, nobody came out unharmed.
"Just stop!" She screamed from where she stood, finding herself getting a little mad as someone went down. She knew she was useless to stop them now that they were on a roll, but she had to try. She wouldn't admit it, but inside she felt just a little smug. Her boyfriend was kicking these guy's butts... for her. It was still stupid and pointless, but she couldn't help feel just a tad bit of pride. Was she a cheerleader for this fight though? Heck no. She flinched as Seb took a hit, then a scream escaped her mouth as he was thrown back against the wall, the back of his head making contact with the wood. It didn't look like he was going to get up either. "STOP!" she screamed at the top of her lung, rushing forward to stop him before he could do anymore damage. But Charlie, whom she had lost track of, beat her to it again. He took hold of his upraised arm, which was ready to come down any minute on Seb, and twisted it behind his back, throwing him headlong against the wall. Chey's hand flew to her mouth as she watched him slump the the ground, out cold. Was she relieved? Yes. Pissed? You know it.
Her eyes met with Seb's, softening for a moment as she got down on her knees next to him. "Are you okay?" she asked shakily, her hands brushing where his lip was bleeding. Stupid guys... She turned her head to Charlie, meeting his eyes coldly as she pulled herself to her feet. What an idiot. He could have killed both Seb and himself. She wasn't even aware that Anthony had come in. Without warning her hand made contact with Charlie's cheek. As far as he was concerned he deserved a good smack. "You idiot" she muttered before turning back to Seb. "You're both idiots!" she screeched with false anger, knowing that it wasn't true. It was really the other guy's fault. And hers really. She just had to take it out on someone. "Stupid guys with their stupid egos and their stupid little fights!!" She screamed, pivoting around to look at all of them, her eyes flashing. She was really about to loose it. In fact her whole frame was shaking with anger and fear and relief... but it took all her strength and self control not to just throw herself into Seb's arm and cry. She was so happy he had come and fought those guys off... even if it was a stupid thing to do. A stupid, stupid thing to do.
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Post by Sebastian Kings on Sept 8, 2008 17:02:09 GMT -5
Sebastian I couldn't wait to turn sixteen
and drive all the boys around
Foot on the gas and hands on the wheel
was all i could think about Was he scared? No... He knew Charlie would have his back... Besides, what a way to die, defending the girl your inexplicably in love with... But he wasn't going to die, this guy might though, if Charlie wasn't careful. Sebastian watched, a smug smirk playing out on his beauiful features, as Charlie whipped the guy around, rendering him unconcious in seconds. As I mentioned before; Charlie had the technique to be a serious fighter... Sebastian had been so consumed by the anger and adrenaline of the fight he hadn't noticed Chey's yelling. But when she rushed to his side, his smug smile never faded... He figured she be happy with him... Are you okay? [/s] she asked him. Sebastian looked at her like she was crazy and stood up seemingly effortlessly, his back was killing him from being rammed against the wall. Of course he drawled lazily, like it's been nothing. I'd be worried about "them" if I were you he said looking around at the three huge bodies on the stable floor. Sebastian went to sling his arm of his girlfriends shoulder but she wasn't there.[/size] A little rust in the bed of that truck
and a four speed on the floor
Five hundred dollars
it was mine all mine
and i never wanted nothing more You idiot![/s] she shrieked at Charlie, smacking him on the cheek. Sebastian immeadiatly wrapped her his arms around her middle, trpping hr arms agains her side. Hey... he said gently. But Chey ignored him and finished her rant. Sebastian stood there, holding her from behind very calmly. He took a deep breath of the scent wafting from her long dark hair as she finished. Take it easy babe he said, nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck. He kissed her softly under her ear. We're fine he whispered loudly, kissing her again... His lips smirked against her skin as thought about how she would blush, but also how she would melt... Sebastian had that effect on girls, Chey inparticular, they melted into his arms... He looked up, still holding her, to see Anthony... Why would you go and schedule one of these things and not tell me about it so I could at least watch?[/s] Sebastian laughed at him and softened his gentle grip around Chey, he was still standing behind her, with his arms draped across her middle. You just have shitty timing Anthony... Now I'd love to tell you all about it, but we should get out of here... he said looking backat the guys. It wasn't that he was afraid of when they woke up, but when the manager came ouside, he didn't want to be standing here with barely a scratch on him... [/size][/blockquote] I took Katie down by the river
with a six dollar bottle of wine
Just a fool tryin to play it cool
hopin she'd let me cross the line Sebastian intertwined his fingers with Chey's and took off running, knowing everyone would follow. He didn't run as fast as he could, Charlie could of course keep up, maybe Speed could too, even with his short legs. But Chey was so short, he doubted she would keep up. The four reached Sebastian's truck in no time, Sebastian laughing, adrenaline still pumping through his veins... He looked over at Charlie and Anthony, Sorry boys, you get the rusty metal express nodding to teh bed of the truck as he opened the passenger door for Chey. Before piling in the drivers side door. He didn't have to wait for the guys to get in, they knew the drill. Charlie springs over the side in one easy leap, pulling Anthony into the bed with one arm and off they went... You may ask whey this routine was so practiced... If you thought about your question, you'd realize it was a stupid one. The boys executed this escape route frequently. Sebastian was always the driver for no real reason except when they were younger, he was the first with a license, so he was the one to drive everywhere, besides Sebastian was a very good driver. and I was prayin that she couldn't tell
I'd never been that far before
The first time's a one time feeling
and I never wanted nothin more...
no I never wanted nothin more Buckle Up he called, not bothering to put on his own seatbelt. Sebastian started the truck with a roar and winked at Chey before peeling out of the parking lot. The adrenaline from the fight had still not worn off when the adrenaline from the escape had kicked in. With a double shot of "his drug" Sebastian was grinning from ear to ear. he looked over at Chey, expecting to find her unimpressed, he shrugged and continued at warp speed down the dusty dirt road. A chuckle escaped his lips as he saw two tire marks in the grass on the shoulder off the road, he'd pulled over here many times before with Chey. And he had an idea... Sebastian swirved onto the shoulder and smirked at Chey. He wanted to loosen her up slightly... And anyone with half a brain knows that making out in the cab of a truck with your friends in the back is jst the way to do that... wrong! Stupid adrenaline rush. Sebastian scooted closer to Chey and pressed his smiling lips to hers. All the heat, passion and excitement of the moment exploded in their kiss. Sebastian's hand trailed up and down her side absentmindedly. While his other one was getting tangled in her hair. Usually, this was enough to cut off Chey's brain and just let her melt into him, but he wasn't sure it would work... If he wasn't completly distracted by one of the most explosive kisses he'd ever had, then he might have been thinking about the look on Charlie and Anthony's faces, priceless... Well, I'm what I am and I'm what I'm not
and I'm sure happy with what I've got
I live to love and laugh a lot
and that's all I need
I never wanted nothing more
and I never wanted nothing more
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Post by Cheyenne Kings} on Sept 8, 2008 19:38:44 GMT -5
C.heyenne }}
He looked confused as she asked if he was okay. I'd be worried about "them" if I were you" She rolled her eyes inwardly. Oh had she hurt his ego asking him if he was okay? Please. She felt his arms wrap gently around her as she started her rant, holding her arms to her side, but she ignored him. Her first angered instinct as she finished was to shrug him off, but his whispering in her ear sent chills down her spine and she froze. "Take it easy babe" She set her jaw stubbornly, but his lips against her skin made her soften considerably for a moment. "Cut it out" she whispered, her brow creasing as she tried to come off as annoyed. She felt her face and neck grow hot as he kissed her neck again, shrinking away from him as much as possible. He wasn't going to get away with it that easy. "Why would you go and schedule one of these things and not tell me about it so I could at least watch?" She heard Anthony ask. She rolled her eyes. Stupid guys. She was still fuming, but with Seb's arm around her she really didn't have the will focus to stay furious. She hated how he had that odd sort of power over her... it was frustrating.
Then Seb was speaking again... he sounded proud, smug. Chey huffed, unimpressed. You just have shitty timing Anthony... Now I'd love to tell you all about it, but we should get out of here..." Before Chey even had a chance to say anything in protest, hand was in his and they were running towards his old truck. Seb was laughing, but Chey wasn't finding any of this amusing. He was almost always looking for a fight. Maybe it helped his ego, who knew? Chey certainly never would. She climbed in the cab reluctantly anyway as he sent the guys to the back. Her arms crossed over her chest tightly after she buckled up, waiting for Seb to get in the drivers seat. It was a habit of hers, to buckle up. Especially after her mom's fatal accident just a few years ago. She shook the thought as Seb climbed in and started the engine. Did he just wink at her? She could tell he was all hyped up, sort of on a high. This was all just a game for him wasn't it? Chey didn't even meet his eyes, still trying to keep a cool attitude towards him. She was really just mad at herself for giving in so easily... not that she could really help it.
She tensed up at how fast they were going. She eyed him from the corner of her eye, realizing he didn't even have a seat belt on. Was he just determined to kill himself?? Chey knew it would do no good to talk to him, not now. He was pretty stubborn when it came right down to it. And all keyed up like this... Chey looked back out the window as they slowed down a little bit, wondering what was going on. She faintly recognized this spot... they had pulled over here not too long ago... she blushed but shook the thought quickly, her brow creased as they pulled over and rolled to a stop. Her eyes met Seb's. What now? Why was he smirking at her? She opened her mouth to say something but before she had a chance to make words form, his lips crashed down against hers in an explosive kind of kiss she didn't even understand. Chey's eyes widened in shock, automatically placing her hands on his chest to push him away... what did he think he was doing?! But as his hand ran up and down her side and through her hair she felt all the power slowly drain from her... she gave in just slightly before catching herself. No, she wasn't going to give in that easy.
She pushed back with all her might, finally pulling herself back and getting away from his hypnotic kiss. "What is your problem?!" She asked, a little out of breath, her eyes flashing again. Who did he think he was? And with Anthony and Charlie in the back? What was he trying to do, impress them? Egotistical, selfish, inconsiderate, jerk... it was all this stupid adrenaline rush. "Gah, you're being such a... guy!" She spat. She hated being mad at him, but today she had just had it. He was being immature, even if it was to defend her. And now this! Of all the things he could have pulled... She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest again and glaring at him. Knowing him he would probably find her reaction amusing, but she wasn't very amused currently... She had her guard up, not wanting to forgive him just yet. Not until he calmed down a little bit and came back to his senses. "For crying out loud Sebastian, get some common sense!" she shook her head, pulling her eyes away and staring out the window coldly.
((OOC: sorry for skipping your turn jess xD we just didn't want to wait  but I'm sure you can catch up...))
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Post by Charlie Parker on Sept 8, 2008 20:43:46 GMT -5
Charlie had an incredibly cool composure at all times, no matter what, and even after something like that, he never looked at all strained. Pumped up, yes, but strained, no. If someone walked in, they would never assume that Charlie had just downed two men quite a bit larger than himself. They would also never guess that he was in pain at the moment. His back had this terrible throbbing ache all the way up his spine from the blunt force trauma that had just been applied to him via the wall and being slammed against it. His head was spinning, and his vision was very slightly blurred...mild concussion, nothing to worry about, also from being slammed against the wall. His jaw was throbbing slightly as well from getting punched...oh that bruise was going to be a fun one to explain tomorrow at the academy...he'd probably just make up some story to make it sound better. Other than that, he was in tip top shape.
He looked up as he heard that distinct and unique one of a kind Spanish accent...Anthony. It was probably a good thing he hadn't been there. They would have killed him. Anthony hurt himself racing enough as it was, and didn't need to add any injuries to his list. Not to mention, he was right handed, and he couldn't lift his right arm above shoulder height, which automatically caused problems for him if he was going to get in a fight. Charlie didn't doubt that he was strong enough, but when you're that much smaller than the guy you're fighting...there was no way you could hold your own for very long...unless you're trained to fight...and Anthony certainly wasn't trained to fight. He was trained to perch on the back of a speed demon horse running 45 miles an hour down a track, but not fight.
Just as he looked up though, Chey's hand whipped across his face, and she practically screamed at him. What did she expect him to do? Just let the guy beat his horse? He obviously wasn't going to pay any mind to talking. Her slap hurt more than it should have, considering that was the same side he had just been punched on by a guy big enough to be a horse who hit hard enough to equal about that of being kicked by a horse. He rolled his eyes slightly at Sebastian as he kissed Chey and quieted her...he was one heck of a lady's man, that was for sure. Charlie could be when he wanted to...but he rarely wanted to when he was sober.
Next he heard Sebastian say that they should get out of there, and he agreed 100%. If he got caught for this, that'd put a huge black mark on him, and he didn't want that right before graduation from the police academy. His commanding officers would be so mad at him...they just might kill him. The four of them headed out quickly to Sebastian's truck, like always. Seb really didn't need to tell Anthony and Charlie that they had the back, they always did...always. Charlie had to help Anthony get up, since he was so short and his stronger arm couldn't be used to pull himself up into the truck, but it was just like a natural response for them, and Anthony was in no way humiliated by it.
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Anthony watched in amusement as Chey lashed out at Charlie, and just had to laugh. How ironic...Charlie gets slapped by his best friend's girlfriend...what were the odds? He never actually took part in fights with Charlie and Sebastian. First of all, he would get killed if he tried, second of all, he wasn't like that at all, he got his adrenaline from racing, and third of all, he would get killed. He was no fighter. Sebastian was all reflex and speed, hitting opponents before they even knew what was happening. Charlie was all technique, doing everything the "pretty" way with minimum damage to himself.
Anthony was neither. Sure they called him Speed, but that was because he did almost everything fast...especially racing. He might have been rather small, okay, a lot small, but that didn't mean he couldn't be fast, and he was. He just wasn't fast in the way you needed to be fast in order to fight. Plus, he wasn't violent at all. Heck, he wouldn't even carry a crop in a horse race. The most violent thing he'd ever done was that one time back in Mexico when he and a few of his jockey friends were out late one night and...we won't go there. Why put a black mark on Anthony's seemingly spotless record? I know what you're thinking, and no, it had nothing to do with drinking or girls.
Anthony wasn't really sure why he needed to "escape" with them...but he did anyways. He always did. He was like their shadow, if the two of them were in trouble, it was automatically assumed that he was in trouble too. That was just the way things worked. After all, if two stooges are in trouble, the third one has to have some sort of association with the whole thing right? Then there was Chey...she was kind of in the same boat as Anthony...except she was roped into it because, although Seb would never admit it, they were in love. So it was off for another priceless escape.
He and Anthony jumped into the back, Chey and Sebastian clambered into the front, and they were off. Sebastian really was a good driver, he could go fast, and keep the vehicle in complete control the entire time. Charlie, he was a good driver...but he was a cop driver. Meaning, he really really liked to drive recklessly and dangerously...like he was on a high speed chase. His driving was more than Sebastian and Anthony could take. Anthony...he just didn't like driving...according to him it was too boring. Go figure. If it wasn't careening down a track on a horse, it was too boring.
Then suddenly, Sebastian swerved onto the side of the road and stopped the truck, nearly throwing Charlie out of the bed of the truck. Anthony was about to turn around and ask Sebastian if he was trying to kill them, but when he saw him kissing Chey out of the corner of his eye, he changed his mind, and kept his back to the cab of the truck. Charlie saw the expression on Anthony's face, and knew exactly what it meant. He, of course, just laughed, and didn't bother turning around to see what was going on in there. It was Sebastian...what else would be going on in there?
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Post by Sebastian Kings on Sept 9, 2008 0:59:01 GMT -5
Sebastian In my next life I won't cuss so much
I won't ever touch that first cigarette
In my next life I'll stay away from that bar
I'll listen to that voice inside of my head
I won't wake up and look in the mirror wondering what I did last night Sebastian heard Charlie's loud laughter and smirked against Chey's lips. Sebastian felt Chey's hands pushing against his chest.... Uh oh this wasn't a good sign... She wasnt melting... Finally her lips escaped his, her brow furrowed "What is your problem?!" [/s] she asked, her voice filled with anger and annoyance. Sebastian was thankful the windows were done up and Charlie and Anthony couldn't hear... Sebastian's face was confused. Why was she so mad at him. He'd defended her, but she was upset, so he'd tried to make it up to her and she's gotten even more mad. Gah, you're being such a... guy![/s] she spat at him. Such a guy? What the hell was he supposed to be? His face was still confused when she spoke yet again... For crying out loud Sebastian, get some common sense![/s] she scolded. Sebastian huffed and sat back in his seat. Common sense was not his strong point, but he'd always prided himself on knowing how to work a girl... Chey was proving differently. What do you want from me? he huffed, glancing in her direction, a sullen look on his face. He was a twenty one year old, party-going, girlfriend-stealing, rich kid... This is normal for him...[/size][/blockquote] But in this life I want to have a good time
I wanna live fast
Kick ass hard as anybody has
'Til they turn out the lights
If I get to come back I promise you that I'm gunna walk a straighter line
In my next life... Sebastian started the truck and carried on along the dirt road... By now he was sure everyone knew the destination. It was a regular hangout for the three stooges and their friends, the meadow was secluded, a huge open space and almost always cop free... Sebastian drove along for a few minutes before he got the nerve to talk to Chey again. Look. babe... I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset yu in the first place... And I'm sorry for the stupid way I tried to make it up to you... Are you... are we... okay now? Sebastian asked in the sincerest of voices. He left on hand draped over the steering wheel and placed the other gently over Chey's small hand, he held her hand gently, as if it were a delicate flower petal... I'm sorry he repeated very softly, hardly audible over the trucks roaring engine. The truck barreled down the road, kicking up dust behind its tires. The entrance to the meadow was just up ahead. Sebastian looked over at Chey and smiled his charming, lopsided grin before using his remaining hand to turn the truck off the main road and onto the top of a hill. In my next life
They can keep their shirt on, when i'm at Mardi Gras
Gettin' loose and free
In my next life, I won't do body shots
I won't think I've got to try everything
I'm gunna be a little angel who gets his kicks flying right
Sebastian lept from the cab of the truck and went to the passenger door, letting Chey out and grabbing the supplies; two coolers to be exact. One of beer and one of food, with a couple pops thrown in there for Chey and Anthony... It was the perfect day for a tailgate party, it would be nice just the four of them, but since Chey was there, Sebastian would watch how much he drank, just so that he and Charlie didn't duke it out as they do frequently when they are shit-faced drunk. He placed the coolers on the ground just under the now open tailgate of the truck. He opened a the cooler and tossed a beer to Charlie. Holding up another he asked: Anyone else of course already knowing the answer... He asked out of politeness, knowing Chey nor Anthony would ever accept. He chose a large boulder about ten feet from the truck, he sat down and cracked open the can and fishig in his pocket for his cigarette packet. Yes, young Sebastian was a smoker, quite addicted too. His silver zippo lighter flicked open and lit the cigarette and Sebastian dragged some smoke from it, blowing smoke rings into the air. Chey had made it quite clear that she hated his habit, and Charlie and Anthony hated the smell, so he did it far enough away that it shouldn't bother them, but close enough s that they could talk... But in this life I want to have a good time
I wanna live fast
Kick ass hard as anybody has
Til' they turn out the lights
If I get to come back I promise you that I'm gunna walk a straighter line
In my next life
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Post by Tyler Haze on Sept 9, 2008 3:46:51 GMT -5
The truck started out on the road again, and yes, both Anthony and Charlie knew exactly where they were going. They knew where they were going the moment they headed for Sebastian's pickup. It was where they always went. None of the cops ever came out here, the road was too hard on their cars. Basically, Charlie was the closest it had ever been to having cops out there. Now Charlie, he wasn't supposed to be drinking while he was in the academy, but he had his own little way of twisting that rule so that if he ever got caught he could get out of it. The rule said specifically that there was to be no drinking in the academy. Charlie would just play it dumb and say he thought that meant on the grounds of the academy...you know, in the academy. Brilliant, I know.
When they stopped in the meadow, Anthony and Charlie vaulted out of the pickup bed. They couldn't count how many times they'd come out here and just chilled for a while...or how many times they'd had parties out there...or how many times Charlie and Sebastian had gotten into fights while Anthony just shook his head. They were "mean drunks." Charlie always came across as a depressed drunk when you first looked at him, but if you ticked him off when he was drunk...which Sebastian was good at...man, you could bet he'd about kill you before the night was over and the high from the alcohol had worn off. Sebastian...he was just mean. He was sort of a tiny bit sensible about it though, and didn't just go getting in a fight with anyone he set eyes on.
Anthony...he didn't get drunk...and he didn't get in fights at all. He'd tried drinking once with Charlie and Sebastian, and that was when they discovered the genetic drug and alcohol dependency. It sent his body into complete shock, and it was a good thing it hadn't taken very long and Charlie and Sebastian hadn't had enough to drink to the point that they didn't realize almost instantly that something was terribly wrong. He refused to let them take him to the hospital, but they managed to get him home safely, without him dying. They all were rather shaken by the sudden uncontrollable, borderline seizure, shaking that came over him after only a tiny bit of the alcohol had entered his system. After that, they all agreed that Anthony wouldn't be doing any drinking...ever.
Charlie and Sebastian though, could drink to their heart's content Of course, when Chey was around, they never had more than one or two. Sebastian had insisted that they remain civil when she as around, meaning no getting drunk. Charlie grudgingly agreed. Since he was usually the one to start the physical part of the fights, he had to promise to not get drunk when she was around, for Sebastian's sake. Funny how the minds of young men worked. He had to force Charlie to not get drunk...so he wouldn't get in a fight with his best friend. They were such guys, it was rather entertaining.
Charlie jumped down from the truck, and caught the beer Sebastian tossed to him effortlessly. He leaned back against the truck casually, and cracked the can open. Thanks for saving my ass back there...again. He said, in a cool even manner, like it was something he had planned on getting into, like it was a normal every day thing he did. It sort of was though...Charlie was always getting into it with someone over something. If it wasn't Sebastian, it was usually someone who would kill him if he gave them the chance...but in those cases, Sebastian was always just around the corner and on his way to bail Charlie out of the situation.
Anthony swung his legs over the edge of the truck, balancing easily on the side of the truck bed. Being a jockey, he had to have good balance, and he could perch on just about anything and everything. People could swear that he would make a good gymnast on the balance beam. But, being Anthony, he would just shrug and say it was too boring. In his opinion, stuff like that was just a pathetic attempt to show off strength. Which was why he hated the olympics. But now I'm rambling on about nothing, and will get off this ridiculous rabbit trail and back to the current scene in the life of this quartet.
Anthony cast a glance at Chey, then at Sebastian. She seemed pretty upset earlier, and he wondered if things were less tense between them. He noticed that Sebastian moved away to smoke, a very wise choice. Charlie demanded that Sebastian be at least ten feet away from him when he was smoking. Charlie hated cigarette smoke, it drove him crazy, and he could hardly breathe when it was all close around him. Anthony wasn't so passionate about hating it. He could deal with it, heck, he grew up with his parents smoking all the time. He just was much more fond of fresh open air than smoky thick air that burned your throat.
Maybe you guys should choose someone a little closer to your size next time. Anthony said with that lopsided grin of his, though moments after his expression became serious again as if he'd just thought of something bad that could come of what he just said, just not someone smaller than you either. he said. He looked totally serious, but they all knew he was only joking....sort of. He was the mood lightener of the group. Sebastian and Charlie could get pretty intense, and Chey could get pretty angry. The only time Anthony was intense was when he was racing, and the only time he was angry was when he messed up and blew a race. They all needed Anthony's humor every now and then, and that was why they kept him around.
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Post by Cheyenne Kings} on Sept 9, 2008 15:42:34 GMT -5
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What do you want from me?" Was his response. Chey sighed, not really sure... 'you're acting like such a guy?' what the heck? He was a guy! Stupid female hormones got the best of her she guessed. "I don't know" She said, passing a hand through her hair, quite frustrated with herself. She was probably embarrassing him in front of his buddies... and lord knows she wouldn't want to do that. She almost rolled her eyes at the thought. This wasn't exactly how she wanted to spend the day with him, but Chey felt stubborn. She wasn't going to forgive him just yet, even though she didn't even know why she was mad at him any more. That was Chey for you. She could be pretty stubborn if you caught her on the right nerve. And today was one of those days.
She knew almost instantly where they were headed as they started down the road again. The meadow was one of the popular hangouts of the boys, and of course Seb ad Chey... it was 'their meadow' in Chey's mind, but she didn't mind sharing it with the boys every once in a while. Even if she didn't completely agree with everything that went on there... Look. babe..." After a minute of driving in silence his words startled her a little. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you in the first place... And I'm sorry for the stupid way I tried to make it up to you... " She softened again, starting to feel a little bad for blowing up at him. "Are you... are we... okay now?" She flinched. She hated the way he put it like that, like she would actually leave him or something. The thought of no 'we' terrified her.
His gentle hand on hers was enough to make her melt, like she always did. "I'm sorry" She bit her lip, loosing ground very quickly. He knew her too well, pulling the 'sweet' card. Great. There was no way she could resist that. And then he gave her that crooked smile as they pulled into the meadow... she couldn't help but smile. How could he do that? Before she knew it they were there and he was helping her out of the cab. She stood back as he grabbed two coolers from the back of the truck and pulled something out, tossing it at Chalie and taking one for himself. Beer. Chey grimaced. Great, this was turning into just one big party with the boys wasn't it? So much for their lunch plans. Chey was feeling that little bit of anger slowly crawling back. Selfish? Maybe...
"Anyone else?" Seb asked, about to close the cooler. Chey rolled her eyes, pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the truck bed and dangling her feet off the edge. Her eyes wandered over to where Sebastian had gone to sit, away from the group. Cigarettes... Chey visibly wrinkled her nose. She had told Seb over and over, making it clear, that she hated that habit... it was disgusting and unhealthy. But it was an addiction for him. She would break it someday, she was determined. She felt grumpy and out of place right now, no matter how much she didn't want to. She didn't mind Charlie or Anthony, not at all. But in her opinion, if Seb wanted to hang out with the boys he should leave Chey out of it. It wasn't that she didn't find it sweet that he wanted to spend time with her, and she wasn't trying to be selfish, but sometimes she just didn't want to be the 'firth wheel' if you know what I mean.
Chey sighed, reaching down and grabbing a soda out of the cooler. At least he had considered her in all this. And Anthony. He was the one who didn't drink, right? "Thanks for saving my ass back there...again." She heard Charlie direct at Sebastian. "Maybe you guys should choose someone a little closer to your size next time." Anthony chimed in. Chey turned them out and cracked the cold soda open to take a sip, directing her gaze out over the vast meadow in front of them. She decided not to say anything least she bring down the mood here. If Seb wanted to talk with the guys then she would stay out of it. She wouldn't want to 'kill the mood' after all. She set her jaw and took another sip of the soda. Looks like she was bound to spend the day with the guys...
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Post by Sebastian Kings on Sept 10, 2008 1:14:23 GMT -5
Sebastian Preacher told me last Sunday mornin`
Son, you better start livin` right
You need to quit the women and whiskey
And carrying on all night Sebastian winced as he saw Chey's face, she was pissed... Being young and lacking communication skills, and maybe a little common sense, Sebastian figured if he ignored it, it would go away... He dragged on the toxic smoke again and let it linger in his lungs before he let it seep out his nose... Smoking was never something he planned for his life. But he'd tried it one as a curious sixteen year old and had been hooked ever since. The way it melted his stress was amazing. Pot did the same thing for him, but Charlie couldn't get caught smelling like weed while he was in the academy so Sebastian never smoked it around him... And if Chey found out he would get slapped. And so nobody knows, except you of course, that Sebastian Kings climbs out his window and onto his roof each night to smoke a joint... It kept him sane, the pressure his coach put on him was immense. His parents, even though he moved out, were still calling him everyday, pestering that he needed to go to Harvard and become aristocratic lawyers like themselves... Sebastian knew that his grades weren't good enough for Harvard. Not that he wasn't smart enough, mostly because he didn't try... And partying till the early hours of the morning and coming to school hung over dont help much... Don`t you wanna hear him call your name
When you`re standin` at the pearly gates
I told the preacher, "Yes I do"
But I hope they don`t call today
I ain`t ready Sebastian was almost finished his beer when Charlie spoke Thanks for saving my ass back there, again... [/s] Sebastian laughed, be lucky that guy is an idiot and pushed my girl, he said looking at Chey, or I would've watched you get beat up a little longer before I stepped in[/b] he joked, subtly noting that that's what Charlie would have done. Anthony chimed in after him; Maybe you guys should choose someone a little closer to your size next time[/s][/i] Seb laughed heartily... Thats not gonna happen Anthony, it wouldn't be fair for them he chided. Yes, downing 3 huge men between him and Charlie had been a major boost to an already huge ego... Sebastian stubbed out his cigarette on the rock he was seated on and sidled over to the rest of the group, he tried really hard not to look at the cooler full of beer... He wanted badly not to have to drink to much in front of Chey... But while it was sitting there, it was tough. He sat down gently by Chey and wrapped an arm aronf her shoulders hesitently. He pressed his lips against the top of her head and offered her a small smile. Whats wrong babe? he asked oblivious to the real reason she was upset. He grinned playfully, trying to cheer her up, hugging her with the arm he already had wrapped around her. His eyes drifted to the beer again. No, he was not having another. [/blockquote][/size] Said preacher maybe you didn`t see me
Throw an extra twenty in the plate
There`s one for everything I did last night
And one to get me through today
Here`s a ten to help you remember
Next time you got the good Lord`s ear
Say I`m comin` but there ain`t no hurry
I`m havin` fun down here
Don`t you know that Just like you knew he would, Sebastian eventually lost the battle with himself and reached over, picking up another beer and sipping at it eagerly. He contented himself with the fact that Charlie had probably had twice as many by now. He didn't look at Chey, half ashamed, but twice as relaxed now that he's had two. Two was a good number, with two he was still very sober... He could talk without slurring his words, his vision was 20/20 and he could still drive. After four he started to get goofy, and after eight he was very very irritable... and hungry... not for food... And I wont say anymore... Sebastian set down the empty can and looked over at Charlie, he was drinking unusually fast tonight, already there were four cans beside him. Easy does it Charlie.... At this rate you'll be passed out by 6:00 he chuckled. He looked back at Chey and pressed his lips against her temple Feeling better Beautiful? he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear... Everybody wanna go to heaven
It beats the other place there ain`t no doubt
Everybody wanna go to heaven
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Post by Tyler Haze on Sept 10, 2008 2:30:11 GMT -5
Charlie was a pro at hiding things. There were probably a million and one things that he had hidden from Sebastian until the time was just right. Like the one time, when he'd made out with Jamie Lee when she and Seb were "together." He kept that one from him until Sebastian had found a different girl and so wouldn't be quite as mad, and would have a little more self control with her around. Or when he'd been the one responsible for some rumor leaking out that they'd gotten out of Charlie when he was drunk. He waited until Sebastian laughed about it a few years later to confess.
This was a different sort of secret though. He was currently totally stressed out about everything. His parents were wanting to move to New York, but since Charlie was stuck here, they had to wait and it was stressing them all out. Family trouble, you know how that is. One little thing and the whole delicate balance is thrown totally off. Charlie got along with Chase just fine, but his parents...oh no, they were on bad terms. They didn't like that Charlie was going to be a cop, and they argued about it regularly. It even got to the point that he told them to just go to New York and leave him the hell alone.
Then at the academy. Charlie had been "promoted" to a higher ranked class, and his new commanding officer hated him with a passion. The more things Charlie did right, the more impossible tasks he was given just to make him look bad. He was getting a bad rep with everyone because of this, and everyone it seemed was totally against him "passing" and graduating. Any chance the other guys got to screw him up, they took it. Right now, Charlie's graduation was very iffy. He hadn't told a soul though...you know, didn't want to burden them with his problems that they couldn't do anything about.
He was on a mission this afternoon though...get drunk and forget about all of it. Unfortunately, he forgot to factor in the fact that he hadn't ever gotten drunk without getting in a fight with someone, and the only person here who would fight was Sebastian...and Sebastian had an incredibly mean punch. Nevertheless, he was determined to forget about all of his problems for a little while, and the way to do that was to either get drunk, die, or...get drunk. So, get drunk was the winner, because he really didn't want to die...yet. He wanted to live to be at least 20, and he still had a year to go before he hit that mark.
After finishing four beers, he heard Sebastian's laugh and comment. For some reason, it made him mad. They had no idea what kind of stress he was under right now. They would have done the same thing if they were in his shoes. The way they were now, Chey was on the end, then Sebastian next to her standing up, Anthony perched on the edge of the truck, and then Charlie. Anthony wasn't much of a distance between Sebastian and Charlie though...considering 115 lbs wasn't much by way of broadness. Still, Charlie stepped in front of Anthony so that he was right next to Sebastian...looking rather angry.
You'd better hurry up and make it up to her, He very nearly growled, of course referring to how Chey was still rather angry at Sebastian. or you won't get her into bed tonight. No doubt about it, Charlie was drunk...he had achieved that part of his goal, but his issues were still on his mind. Anthony could tell that Charlie was drunk, and swung around and out of the way. He knew what was coming next...at least...if things kept going down hill like they were so quickly. He'd been around these two long enough to have a little common sense when it came to this stuff, and he didn't want to be in the middle of it.
With one like her... He said, with a curt nod towards Chey, you'd be missing out on a lot too. Yes, Charlie had officially just painted the line 30 feet wide and then ran across it. He was doomed now, not to mention he and Sebastian were only inches apart. He was vulnerable, and he quite simply didn't realize it. He wasn't in his right mind, he was stressed, and he was drunk...this was what Charlie did when he was stressed and drunk. He went out, got someone pissed off at him, and put himself in a vulnerable position for attack. Ah, young Charlie, not a whole lot of common sense mixed in there with all that genius.
There was no stopping it now. You might as well just sit back and enjoy the show. It wouldn't be a long one. Charlie had only so long left up on his feet, and Sebastian was probably going to cut it short in a matter of moments. Sebastian could take crap about himself, but when you said anything about Chey...oh it was over. You were a dead man, especially if you were in such close striking range. It was now just a matter of where Sebastian hit him. He'd already taken one to the jaw, cracked his head on the wall, shoulders weren't decent for causing damage...yup, it would be a gut...and it would probably about knock him out cold. Anyway, on with the show.
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but I'm sure you can catch up...))
