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Post by ! cow on Mar 22, 2011 17:46:19 GMT -5
I FINISHED HOME WORK AND ATE, I POST NOWWW xD but my show's ontonight so I might not finish xDD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 22, 2011 17:52:31 GMT -5
NO YOU HAFTA FINISH D<
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Post by ! cow on Mar 22, 2011 17:57:41 GMT -5
IM TRYING xDD I'm listening to this one song by the Goo Goo Dolls and it's inspiring my post xD so I'm all like sdfkjahsdhjfsadhjasfdsfdhhsadfhsdfahjksfa SPEEEED TYPAAAAAAA I already have like 400 words xD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 22, 2011 17:58:51 GMT -5
THAT'S HOW I WAS. Except it was a Daughtry song o-o and I had 3 all on repeat on YT xDD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 22, 2011 17:59:11 GMT -5
OKAY I'LL STOP DISTRACTING YOUU xD
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Post by ! cow on Mar 22, 2011 18:42:07 GMT -5
&& J A G G E R
welcome to the jungle !
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[/color]agger's fingers ran through the black hairs of Harley's mane. It had only been a week since he had left the barn that helped get him on the right path. But now he was starting to have his doubts. And he was slipping back into his bad habits. His breath still reeked with the alcohol he had downed last night; about maybe two cases exactly. In his motuh hung a cigarette, it wasn't lit, but the feeling of it in his mouth was comforting enough. Besides, his only lighter broke after last night. What happened last night... he doesn't really know. Harley walked confidently along the rugged path, his pace slow enough to keep his wobbly hung over passenger balanced. There was this special bond between Harley and Jagger. They both looked after each other and just had this strange connection. Like Harley had been made for Jagger and Jagger been made for Harley. It was a matter of fate that broguht the two together after Jagger ran away from home. W[/color]ith a frown, Jagger rolled up the sleeves of his blue-grey flannel shirt, revealing the scars from his abusive past he had run away from. Unconciously, his hand ran over the features on his face. The last time he had looked in a mirror was the morning after his step-father beat him; leaving a burning image of his bloody battered face in his mind. Times had changed, and he had pretty much moved on. Jagger didn't just run away from home, he ran away from his less than peachy past that could only be numbed by drugs and alcohol; which sadly had become his addiction and his only ticket to escape the memories and scars that dug deep. The price for an escape from reality wans't cheap either and drugs and alcohol weren't easy to come by; especially when you were still underage. But strapped on Jagger's back was his answer to his problem. His guitar. Gibson Les Paul to be exact. What Jagger couldn't express with words, he expressed through music. He went around playing in the streets to collect some pocket change that could get him by in life. Jagger was a simple man. All he needed to get by was food, drugs, and alcohol. It wasn't the best wya to get by, but it was the only way he knew how to. Harley's ears pricked forward, his gait turning from a leisure walk to a springy prance. Jagger's fingers clutched around the reins, his knuckles turning white, and his arm muscles bulging, slowing his horse down and almost flaling off doing so. He tipped forward and almost flipped right off Harley, if it wasnt for Harley slowing his pace so Jagger could catch his balance. "Easy... easy. Can't take this." Jagger mumbled, loosening the reins again. As soon as they cleared the woods, Jagger could finally see what Harley was reacting to - without the trees in the way. Just down the road a little were about ... two, three people and two other horses and... even a dog. Jagger rubbed his balled fists over his brown eyes, just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. He blinked a couple of times and his eyes caught on a glimemring speck. He instantly knew what the shiny metal can was. "Oh man, party." Even recovering from a hangover wans't enough to hold him back from alcohol. The hang over was the worst part. And Jagger always figured drinking more beer would fix the problem; which in the end only made it worse. But he had no clue. And then again... he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Or more like... probably the dullest one; you could have compared him to one of those kiddie shovels, the ones with the blunt round ends that could only dig through sand. Yeah, that's how bright he was. But the kid had an excuse. He didn't have much of a child hood or growing up period. He could list more beers than presidents. He was pretty much naive and clueless when it came to simple stuff that everyone learned growing up. He couldn't read or write. He just knew enough to survive, and that was it. The simple thing sin life which were totally normal to everyone were foreing to him. With the alcohol still burning strong in his system, he boldy went up to the little group; something he would've had doubts about being sober. But drunk or hung over, Jagger was this off-the-wall, silly, loud, social guy who would do any dare shot at him. He slid off Harley, adjusting the top hat that sat on his black curly locks of mane, tipping it backwards. A smile was locked on his lips as he looked around. He had totally interrupted this little... social gatheirng or whatever the heck it was, but he didn't care. He rubbed his left arm with his right hand and smiled again but this time sheepishly. He slipped off the bridle fastened around Harley's head and threw it behind him, making it clear he wasn't going to just introduce himself grab a beer and leave. No, he was here for some fun. His brown eyes locked on the girl who looked well... pretty much drunk. And God... she was something. He tried not to stare too long, so he looked around and he stared at the other guy who was just a little taller than them, but they were similar in the same build and everything and he looked rough and tough... THey could be like best friends. Instead of just standing there like and idiot he introduced himself, trying to enunciate his barely slurred and strung together words. "Hi, I'm Jaggaa." He beemed like the little naive idiot he was. NOTES - UHHH, bad post xDD IMMA POST CHASE TOO NEXT o-o but I need to take a break, that took a lot out of me xDD AND LOOK I USED PARTS OF JAGGERS OLD FORMT HINGY Lyrics - DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU AREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Welcome to Jungle by GUNS N ROSES xD Words - Uhhh, not sure BRBR xD 966 SO TINY OH WELL xD[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 22, 2011 18:59:06 GMT -5
OKAY NOW YOU'VE TAKEN LONG ENOUGH BREAK CHASE TIME THEN KAYLA THEN RORO THEN JAGGER THEN CHASE THEN KAYLA THEN RORO xDD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 23, 2011 12:14:16 GMT -5
Um okay, so Cookie you can post then? Since Goose might not be on today or able to post. I would post, but I'd have nothing to reply to xD SORRY THAT THE ORDER GOT MIXED UP this happens to us sometimes xDD
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Post by ! cow on Mar 23, 2011 14:43:23 GMT -5
NONON IM< GONNA POSTT it started thunder storming and my mom forgot my riding stuff so we just went home o-o BUT INEEDAA STUDY FOR MY RELIGION AND MATH TESTTTTTTT
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Post by ! cow on Mar 23, 2011 14:47:18 GMT -5
AND OHMYGOSH TODAY xD I was wandering the hall ways during religion and I got pulled over by year book people and they were like WHAT WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR? me: ... o-o what xD guy: ... like, what would you do for a klondike bar? xD me: EWWW ID DO NOTHING FOR A KLONDIKE BAR. THSOE THINGS ARE NASTY him: ... that's not what I said xD girl: -facepalm- like... is there one thing you really want? me: o-o OHYEAHHH uhh...................................................................... them: ... xD me:IMTHINKING ... uhhhhhhhhh......... OHOHOH BIG TRUCK girl: ... okay xD guy: OH YEAH ALRIGTH. HIGH FIVE me: HIGHFIVEEE and then they took a picture of me and I purposely did this really dorky smile and the girl was like ... ILOVEIT me: o-o NONONONONONONO IDONTWANTIT. NEW PICTURE them: time to go me: ... ;-; I looked bad xD
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Post by ! cow on Mar 23, 2011 14:48:37 GMT -5
.. okay nevermind I don't feel like studying anymore IGOPOSTNOW xD
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Post by TurnipHead on Mar 23, 2011 14:53:00 GMT -5
YAY POST
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Post by ! cow on Mar 23, 2011 16:24:29 GMT -5
" there ain't no rest for the wicked money don't grow on trees " Chase barely budged when Missy rubbed her head against his side. He cradled her splotchy head in his arms, staring in almost horror at the girl choking... He didn't know much about choking people, or how to fix them. So he just stood there with this aghast expression slapped across his face. He could have gone up and whack her on the back or something, that was if she wanted a broken back from him under-estimating his strength. He leaned into Missy, running his bear paw sized hand up and down the crevice her dish faced created. "Uhh... now that I got my horse, I'll just be off now." Things were getting weird. This girl was obviously drunk, and he was pretty much confused. But just as he was leaving the girl threw a curve ball at him, offering him a drink. He stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to her. A drink... a drink that would lead to another drink, and then another drink and that drink would lead to another drink which would end him up drunk. Things always got real wild when Kid was drunk. He was that unpredictable drunk. One second he could be all care free and happy and then the next second with his quick temper he'd be a violent mess. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair and turned around with a crooked smile teetering on his lips. "Y'know, that's awful nice of you miss. But it just happens to be I'm here allergic to glutton..." His smile widened as he turned around before he took to thought what he actually said. Glutton? Was there even glutton in beer? He spun on his heel, still smiling, "I mean uhh... alcohol. I'm allergic to alcohol. That's what I uh meant to say, ma'am." And that just sounded... stupid. His grin quickly disappeared and was replaced by a fake frown pulling at the corners of his lips. "Actually, I'm allergic to cans. Aluminum really. I break out a ton, and I get them hives, and I could uhm... die." Normally, his lies would have been more believable, but Chase was in a hurry to get out of here. He hadn't planned on taking a pit stop, especially here in a high population area. His only goal right now was to get to a town, somewhere where he could do his damage and run. Here... everyone was a bunch of horse hicks, there wasn't much to pillage from.
As he looked up, he realized the girl was heading over a fence to some shed thing.. probably going to go get some cans of beer, something he definitely didn't need. The last thing he needed to do was get distracted. But now was his chance to get the heck out of here. Life wasn't easy with a price on your head. Chase constantly had to be on the move before someone would recognize him. He didn't worry about the girl so much, but the people that would soon flock the barn he just so happened to stumble across. He fumbled around with the almost empty velvet pouch tied to his weapon belt which was out in the public for everyone to see; his gun, his daggers, some home made grenades, his lasso. But the thought never occurred to him to hide his weapons; like he thought it was perfectly normal for someone to walk around with a whole bunch of lethal devices. Yeah, perfectly normal. Everyone carries a dagger with them. Chase was about to crawl onto Missy's bare back when something ran into him. The force wasn't even enough to move him, he stood there solidly, and watched a girl tumble backwards with the force. She looked to be around five feet. Chase laughed silently, his growing grin the only obvious sign that he was laughing, that and his brown eyes that were lit up. "Oh God, I'm so sorry," Chase grabbed both her hands to help her balance herself, still smiling. "'Sure it hurt you more than it hurt me." He grinned again, about to climb back on Missy, until he realized how rude he was being. As a gentleman, he always had to make formal introductions before he even thought of leaving a conversation with someone. "Ki- Chase... Uh, I'm Chase." He would have introduced himself as Kid, but all the wanted posters of him he had seen had his name he normally went by, Kid. And if this girl had any inkling who he was, she might have figured out that he was in fact the bandit she was thinking about when he would introduce himself as Kid, so for now he was just Chase.
The other girl came back with beers to spare, but stopped as soon as she saw the other girl, the one who had previously run into him. “Hi there, are you here to join the party too? Okay. So I’ll go get a few more beers then." Chase shook his head, "NO. I CANT. IM ALLERGIC." And just then, the girl went tumbling over the fence. Chase blinked a couple of times before rushing over to her side and tried to help her up, but she was back on her feet in no time with no help. She came back and set down the beers cradled in her arms and dished some out, grabbing one for herself. Chase held the beer in his hand, knowing it was a bad idea to even think about drinking this. But his mouth started to burn for this lust for alcohol. The lust was stronger than his will and he finally gave in, cracking the can open and chugging all of it in one sip, crumpling the can in his hand and throwing it next to the other beers.
Suddenly, instead of just the two other girls, there was another teen throw into the mix. Kid looked over at the guy standing next to him, his eyebrows knitting over his eyes. He seemed... well already drunk. Funny how the beer had brought these four kids together. Chase picked up a can and chucked it at the kid who had introduced himself as Jagger. Yeah... he looked pretty chill, like they definitely could be buds. Kid decided to turn this into some ice breaker thing, "And I'm K-... Chase." He leaned back over for another can, popping it open with his thumb and chugging it down again. This was going to turn... very bad, especially the way Kid was downing the beer. Kid fumbled with the empty can in his hands, running his fingers over the rim, smiling to himself.
I got bills to pay and mouths to feed, ain't nothin' in this world for free. 1,107 - words ain't no res for the wicked - age the elephant - lyrics AHHHHHHHHHHHHH - notes once the drama starts going my posts will be... better xD BECAUSE THIS ONES CRAP xDDD but I... LOVE CHASE xDD he's almost as stupid as Jagger <3 love my boys xDD
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Post by TurnipHead on Mar 23, 2011 17:00:11 GMT -5
[ Seas Would Rise When I Gave The Word ] Kayla noticed she was staring at him with he rmouth opened. She quickly shut it, and smiled. "Ki- Chase... Uh, I'm Chase." So, Chase. What a cute name. He was a good foot taller than her. She felt short [as she usually does]. He was tough and muscular. She bet her impact did nothing to him. "Hi, I'm Kayla," she said bashfully. She had a tendency to get flustered around boys. Peeling her eyes off Chase, Kayla looked over to the girl, who was abviously drunk. She raised a brow. What was that? Something about a party? Kayla watched the girl trip over the fence. Kassidy, who had been sitting quietly, flinched and trotted over to the fence. Kayla held back a giggle when the girl popped back up. The girl debated with herself. She knew that what's-her-face was going to come back with more beers. Kayla had never drank before, or gotten drunk. She looked at Kass, who tilted her head. Kayla shrugged. Well, there's a first time for everything, right? A new boy entered the scene. He was just as tough-looking as Chase, but in a different way. He was nearly drunk to. She smiled hurmorously as he introduced himself. Jaggaaa? Nice. Of course, she knew he meant Jagger. She noticed how Jagger totally ignored her, but Kayla blew it off. Wasn't important, anyway. She grinned as the girl came back with an armful of beer. She looked at the drinks nervously. "NO. I CANT. IM ALLERGIC." Kayla laughed loudly. "Alergic? To alcohol?" she snickered. It was probably the worst lie she'd ever heard, and she's heard a lot of lies. She reached for a can and opened it with a bit of trouble, but not too much. She hesitated, and lifted it to her lips. The liquid slid down her throat. Kayla liked the way the alcohol felt. Her prevous nervousness dissapeared, and she downed the rest of the drink. It was good. Kassidy whined. She knew this was wrong, that Kayla was doing something she wasn't supposed to. After just one beer, Kayla was already starting to get giggly. She lazily pushed the dog. "Relaaax, Kass, it's just one time," she said. Kass snorted and bumped Kayla's leg. The girl's beer sloshed in its can. "Down, girl!" she said. "Why don't you go play with the horses?" Kayla lifted the can to her mouth again and drank thirstily. Kass seemed to roll her eyes in frustration. She turned and walked towards the horses. Kayla was a smart girl, but she wasn't making a very smart decision, in Kass's mind, at least.
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Post by TurnipHead on Mar 23, 2011 17:15:45 GMT -5
473 words. -dances-
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