Wise & Alpha

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Heyy :)

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Hello! ^^
Sooo... have any current cravings?

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Not anything in particular! I like a lot of different things. What're your preferences?

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I usually stick to realistic; cute fluffs and dark themes (drugs, alcohol, etc.) are my favorites! ^^

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We could do doubles so then we have one cute fluff and one with a dark theme, what do you say? XD

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... I... I actually love that idea. XD
You're a genius.

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Ah, me too :P
Why thank you, dear. *bows*

So! For our cute fluffy one, we could do a couple that was really in love a few years ago and had a lot of dreams and all, but then they split up due to some huge issue and they meet again and and cute stuff.

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Heheheheh. >:)
No problemo. ;)

That sounds good! x3 I was actually thinking of maybe incorporating a dare into this. Maybe there's this one super popular guy who was famed for being the ladies' man? All the girls love him. Maybe he could have been dared to get this one really shy girl to fall in love with him in order to claim his way to victory, maybe even so far to bed her? Maybe almost at the end of his plan when the girl's starting to feel a little something for the guy, she finds out from the gossip that's circling around school that it's all just a joke. We could feature in huge drama and all that, but essentially it'll be something cute because the guy could realize that he actually has feelings for the girl? I don't know. Feel free to disagree. c:

As for the dark one, I'm already thinking up ideas at the moment. x3

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I like it! So this happened before and then they broke up later on? Or are we not doing the other one and sticking with this one? Or do we just start at the beginning of their relationship?
dying because you're a genius too

Awesome :D

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Thanks! :) And ah, I was thinking we could do this one, but you're welcome to add some more if you'd like! c:
Oh, pshhhtt...

Alright, so for the dark one, all I've got is that there could be a girl who's addicted to drugs (change it up a little because usually, it's the guy who's kind of into that stuff). Maybe there's this guy who has recently moved into town and one day when he's out coming from the grocery store, the girl trips him and IDK, I ran out of creative juice.

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This one is good. I don't think we need to add much..we could always improvise and add twists and fun stuff as we go along!
don't pshhhtt me, you know it's true XD

So she literally trips him? Like, sticks out her foot and makes him fall? Cause now I'm confused, haha.

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Woot! One down then!
HUMPH. XD

Yeah, why not? XP And we could have the guy be pissed for a second but because he's kind of a nice guy, he takes it easy and I guess they could talk? The girl could kind of hate his company at first but maybe we could have her struggle at home with some sort of abuse and maybe one night, things can get too much and she could run to the guy's arms and just cry it out? Like, the whole time she's just trying to act tough like nothing can hurt her?

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Yep!

OMG I love it is beautiful. Oh we should have it be a smallish neighborhood/town so the girl sees that he's someone new so he won't recognize her or anything.

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:)

That's exactly what I was thinking!
This is going to be perfect. X3

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So who'll be who?

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McGonagall at her finest. XP
Ahh... both are gr7867 roles!
But ah, may I be the shy girl and the new guy? XP It's fine if you want the roles. ;)

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Gotta love McGonagall ^^
Nah I kind of really wanted to play the popular guy and the addict girl so we're good lol.

On to character making?

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Ya know eht. ;)
Sweet!

Sure! :)

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a lovely gif for you :p


Are you okay with simple formats?

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Aw, you're too kind. :P

And of course! I was just about to ask you the same thing! C:

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Why thank you! it was an epic story and then Fred died //ugly crying

Coolio! I'll have mine up soon!

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[Name] Sean Peterson
[Gender] Male
[Age] 17
[Appearance]

» dark brown eyes
» unruly dark brown hair
» 5'10"
» athletic, muscular
[Family]
» Thomas Peterson: father, age 51
» Kayla Peterson: mother, age 52
» Nina Peterson: sister, age 25
» Oliver Peterson: brother, age 21

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[Name] Avis Greenwood
[Gender] Female
[Age] 18
[Appearance]

» long, straight black hair
» wide dark blue eyes
» 5'2"
» extremely thin
[Family]
» Cooper Greenwood: father, age 40
» Carys Greenwood: mother, deceased

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((Love your charries! ^_^))

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『≎』Mabel Lorelai Zhou

● (17; ♀ ) ■ 14th of August; 10:21 PM. ■
→ Native of Seoul, Korea.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ Don't you even dare. ❞
● Citizen of the United Kingdom.

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 reading ◞ SINGING ↙ animals 

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[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Writing, cheering someone up, and equality.
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Racism, violence, poverty, and other worldly tragedies.
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Academics, in general.
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Trusting someone and failure.
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ Her shyness.



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『≎』Alexandre Beau Delacroix

● (19; ♂ ) ■ 15th of February; 12:21 AM. ■
▿ Native of Aix-en-Provence, France.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ I'm just waiting for something to hit me... ❞
● Citizen of the United Kingdom.

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[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ GTA, making people laugh, and eating.
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Silence, rules, and losing.
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Hand-to-hand combat and calculus.
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Writing and accepting his flaws.
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ His indecisiveness.

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AH I LOVE THEM BOTH.

they are beautiful.

truly.

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WOOT! I've earned your approval! >:)

Yours are flawless as well. ;)

So, how shall we start this?
With Sean entering the bet for sleeping with Mabel and Avis just chilling with her cigarettes? x3

And how do ya feel about first-person present? :)

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Lol because how could I not approve? ^^

And now I have yours :D

Sounds good. XD

I'd really like to do first-person present for this one!

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You're a sweetheart. ;)
w00t! (:

Alrighty! Would you mind starting first? I'm really busy today. D:

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aw thanks :)


Sure thing! I'll get on it right away.
Two things: where is this taking place? And is school still in session (for Sean & Mabel's plotline)?

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w00t
How about the United Kingdom? :) And yep! ^^

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Sorry dear, had to leave for a while! Went shopping with my dad :)
Could we do UK for Avis and Alexandre and somewhere in the US for Mabel and Sean? I'm not sure what high school (do they even call it high school?) life is like in the UK.

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Ooh, did you have fun? ;)
Oh, sure! ^^
I'm not even sure, to be honest. xD I'm in the US, too.

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Yep! My dad's cool as dads go XD
Lovely :)
Ahaha same so I would be totally clueless about the social scene.
Right, I'll start writing now! May take me a bit, though, I'm kind of busy because we're leaving for Saudi tomorrow. ^^

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That's pretty great. XD
:D
I'm with ya there. ;)
Woot, I can't wait to see your lovely post! XD
Oh, that's cool! Have fun, aha! And take your time. I'm kinda busy, too! ;)

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^^
Lol I'm excited to go, except kind of dreading the heat XD

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:)
Ah, man, best of luck! Hope ya don't sweat your brains out! XD

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SEAN

The five of us--Bat, Jason, Abdu, Sam, and me--have been coming here for years, sometimes skateboarding, sometimes just hanging out. It's our thing. The place isn't much to look at, just a small abandoned skateboarding park overgrown with weeds and littered with trash, a lot of it our own. The upside is, no one else ever seems to come here, so we always have it to ourselves.

As usual, we're being our loud, goofy selves, cracking jokes and laughing and throwing playful taunts back and forth. We've only got three good skateboards between the five of us, so at the moment Abdu and I are sprawled out on the scraggly, overgrown grass while Bat, Sam, and Jase race each other. Abdu and I have the job of determining who's best and providing not-so-helpful comments like, "I could do better than that with my eyes closed, Jase," and "Come on, Bat, knock him off his board!" as well as trying to trip them as they go by.

It's growing dark by the time we all flop down again, drinking the soda Bat brought and blasting music, mine and Jase's at the same time, the songs clashing so we can't really hear anything but none of us really caring. In the pause between songs, my phone rings, announcing a received text. I pull it out of my back pocket and register that it's from crazy--but hot--Alia Miller before Sam reaches over and grabs my phone.

"Hey!" I say, making a grab for it, but he holds it out of reach, reading out loud.

"It's from Alia," he says, smirking. "Alia fucking Miller is texting you? Like, totally hot, blonde, Alia Miller?"

"That's the one," I agree. "Bat-shit crazy, though. I'd stay away from her if I were you."

Bat waves this away as though Alia Miller's craziness doesn't matter, eclipsed as it is by her hotness. "How do you do it, man? Seriously. You need a healthy dose of rejection."

"Mabel whatshername Zhou," Jase says, smirking. "Bet you can't get her in bed. Doesn't get out much, does she?"

"Bet I can," I counter instantly--after all, I have a reputation to maintain--even though it takes me a minute to place the name. Cute, shy, Asian, sits two rows ahead of me in English. "Mabel shy-girl Zhou? Easy. In fact, I'll ask her out tomorrow."

Sam, always the most conscientious, says, "I don't know, isn't that a little..." He shrugs, searching for the right word. "What if she believes you?"

I roll my eyes at him. "Oh, come on. I'd be doing her a favor. Do her some good to get laid."

We laugh, and then Jase flicks a pebble at Abdu and the conversation dissolves into a wrestling match between them, egged on by the rest of us.

And by the time I get home, I've pretty much forgotten about Mabel Zhou and the dare.


AVIS

I have four unread messages on my phone. They're all from Dad. Of course they are. No one else gives a shit that I exist, much less has my phone number and would actually be calling me. Which is a pretty depressing thought, because Dad doesn't really give much of a shit either.

I listen to the first message. Dad's voice, husky from alcohol and God-knows-what-else: "Baby girl, I know you're mad, but you gotta come home. You can't bloody keep running off like this." A pause. "Damn you, Avis, answer the fucking phone!" Another pause. Then, "Fine! Fucking go to hell!" And, almost as an afterthought, he adds, "Bitch," before hanging up.

I delete it. The other three are variations of the first one, though I can hear Dad getting angrier and drunker with each phone call. The second message is just a stream of profanity, as is the third one. The fourth one, however, starts out pleadingly: "Come home, baby girl, we need to talk." A thump in the background, like something falling. More cursing. "Dammit, come home already! I swear--" The message ends.

I delete them all, then drink the last of my beer. I cock my arm back and throw the empty can as far as I can. It lands in the street and a car runs over it almost immediately. Great. Now I'm out of beer.

I'm not even sure what we rowed about--something stupid about me leaving my cigarettes on the couch and burning holes in the leather. Dear old Dad can't handle arguments without trying to beat someone up--that someone usually being me--so of course he chucked the TV remote at me, hit me right under my eye. And then he smacked me with his walking stick. Definitely going to have bruises there.

I don't know why I take it from him. It's always the same. Drunk Dad often means he'll just sit there on the sagging couch watching TV, but just as often he works himself up into an angry drunk, and then he beats on me a bit and I take it because God-knows-why and then I walk out.

We need to talk. Like hell we do. He just wants me to come home because I broke his bloody cane, and he can't do shit without that fucking cane, not with his bum leg. I fish around in my bag and find my pack of cigarettes. At least this is easy. Simple.

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

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MABEL

"Come on, May! Just this one last time!"

I roll my chocolate brown eyes as I shake my head. "No," I say firmly.

"Why are you being such a priss?" I avert my gaze from my open locker to Emily's irresistible puppy-dog-face. I quickly turn back to my stack of books, trying not to be lured in that pout. God knows how many times I'd given in. And right now, I wasn't going to let myself succumb once more. "You know why," is all I respond in retaliation.

"Okay, look, I promise you. This is the last time, okay? Last time I'll ever copy off of you." I turn my gaze back to her, searching for a glimmer of truth, something that sparkled genuinely with honesty. When I don't see anything, I just sigh and hand over my calculus notebook. Within seconds, a flurry of distracted thank-you's are muttered my way as she falls to her knees, her head turning back and forth as harried equations are scribbled across her paper in purple ink. I just shake my head, turning back to slide my Biology textbook into my knapsack.

We've been best friends since second grade, Emily and I, and ever since then, she's been always copying after my assignments. I remember feeling quite proud the first time she asked me if she could "check" her worksheet with me, pleased that she found me intelligent enough to trust. It was our deal back then; I let her copy my assignment and she and I could be good friends. I guess thinking back now, it was sort of a pitiful deal, me dishonoring the academic code just for the sake of friends. But like now, I was immensely shy back then. Anything I said came out in broken stutters. It was only a miracle that Emily was willing enough to be my friend after all these years. After all, I'm not what you'd say as someone... interesting.

I bite my lip, just watching Emily scribble down the last few answers to the homework that's due today before she hops to her feet gracefully, handing back my notebook with a bright smile plastered on her lips. That's another thing about Emily. She's drop-dead gorgeous, with blonde hair that falls in perfect waves and blue eyes that always sparkle with a hidden sense of mischief. And of course, she's tall. Standing at 5'6" with a lush body, everyone had wondered why she'd turned down the offer of being head cheerleader. Later, I'd asked her and she'd said that fame wasn't something that she liked. That was the one thing I could relate to her. Her modesty.

I sigh as I run a hand through my brown hair, looking down at my oversized red sweatshirt and my black leggings. I barely had time today to get ready and standing next to Emily, I feel terrible. I know it's silly; we've been best friends for years, but we make an odd pair. Me, standing at 5'2" next to her while she towers over me. Me, who's shy while she's rocking it out with everyone.

As if she's reading my mind, Emily stoops forward to give me a hug. And I don't say anything. I just sink back into her warmth.

ALEXANDRE

Okay, I'll admit it. Living by myself isn't easy at all.

I don't know where I even got the idea of just moving out. One minute, I was just chilling with sitting in front of the video game controller, munching on some Cheetos while I kept my eyes intent on the TV screen. The next thing I knew, I'd signed a contract to a one-bedroom apartment and now I'm struggling with the fact that I ran out of instant cup noodles. Okay, maybe it's pathetic, especially for a guy like me who's almost in his twenties. I get it. I fucking get it, okay? But I promise that you wouldn't be the happiest pig in the pen, either, if you realized that you only had a small bag of Cheetos and a can of peaches for dinner.

So, thus, it's obvious. I need to hit up the grocery store and restock on my inventory.

I pull on a black sports jacket over my burgundy T-shirt, running a hand through my already messy hair. If I'm really going to actually go out, I might as well look good. And it helps to have another reason back me up on my actually considerate splurging of time on making sure I look great; the fact that I'm still looking for love.

I know it's pretty fucking cheesy that a guy who's only nineteen is looking out afar for the potential prospects of falling in love, but hey, love is something that's pretty damn important to me. I don't know if it was just me, but when I was a teenager, I was what you'd call a "late bloomer." Always the last guy to understand the sudden new appeal of girls, I was pretty much that one weirdo who'd still be proposing to the guys on a ride down Suicide Hill whilst the others would be gelling their hair to an extreme amount and hitting up cheesy lines to girls. Instead of actually developing a crush for a girl and asking her to prom, I just spent my special night at home, hooking up some GTA and playing myself a few rounds. Pretty fucking pathetic, I know. But ever since then, the idea of love just attached itself to my mind and bam, I now spend every day analyzing each and every girl I see when I'm out, determining if they had the potential to be my next love. So far, with the few dates I'd been on, things haven't been going too well. It's part of the reason why I'm somewhat grateful that I'm now left to my own devices; I don't need to worry about my parents laughing at me behind my back.

I manage to find a spot and park my heavily-scratched Corolla into it. I grab my wallet and phone and step out, heading to the big doors that automatically slide open for me when I stand in the designated area, a cold burst of the air inside greeting me.

Now, if you haven't noticed, I'm a guy. And shopping isn't something you'd think of when you think of our male population. We're just tempted to splurge our money on useless shit and ignore things that prove to be necessities in our lives. Thus, I guess you could say I'm kind of intimidated, seeing the carts of neatly-arranged fruits beckon at me whilst bags of chips stand in neat rows, arranged in flavors. Shit, shit, shit. All I need is to find some grub for one night and just pick up on some crap that'll keep me going for at least two weeks. In the end, it takes me at least half an hour to grab some bags of chips along with boxes of ready-made macaroni and cheese before I'm out. The total ends up being around thirty dollars and with the bags of food ladled in my arms, I'm content with what I've bought. I've made it this far and throughout without stumbling -- at least not too much.

Thank fucking goodness.

[Yeah, these posts suck shit. x.x]

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[They are beauteous ^^ Mine were shit.

Guess what? I'm in Dubai!]

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[You're too kind! And don't you dare say that about your lovely posts! >:(

aND OMFG, THAT'S SO COOL! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO GO TO DUBAI!
<345 How is it there?!]

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[ :D

It's hot. And fancy. Really fancy. Also, expensive. So basically, Dubai is a showgirl. XD but we're not in Dubai anymore lol we're in Jeddah now.]

SEAN

God, will I be glad when junior year is over. Eleventh grade, apparently, is every teacher's big opportunity to dump as much homework and as many projects as possible on unsuspecting seventeen-year-olds. It's a free-for-all. I have two projects to finish and a bunch of incomplete homework, and if I don't start getting my shit together my impending report card will give my mother a heart attack. She already thinks I don't give school nearly enough importance.

She's probably right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

"Why can't you be more like your sister and brother?" Mom asked me yesterday, thrusting a detention slip from Mr. Mander, who teaches history, under my nose in a decidedly accusatory manner. It's something she says often. "What was this about?" So then of course I had to lie and tell her that I fell asleep in class, because the alternative was telling her the truth--I'd actually skipped class altogether with Bat. It wasn't the first time I'd skipped Mander's class--he's practically blind, plus he's deaf in one ear, and I didn't think he even knew my name.

Oops.

That lie made her decide that I was not getting enough sleep, and she had to go on about that for a while while I nodded and said "Okay," when appropriate and pretended to be listening. Don't get me wrong, my mom's usually pretty cool. She's a big believer in freedom of expression and whatnot, so she's lax about a lot of things other moms would probably freak out about. Her problem is, she worries constantly about me--I'm her youngest kid, and now that Nina and Oliver are both out of the house, she's got only me to fret over.

"Sean!" A familiar voice calls my name and I turn. It's Bat, of course. Broad-shouldered and stocky, he's at least five inches shorter than me, with a square jaw and fists like a boxer's. He's also the best friend a guy could have, which sounds cheesy, but it's true. I've known Bat for as long as I remember; he lived in the house across the street from ours for years before his family moved to a bigger house to accommodate their nine-person family. Bat is his nickname, bestowed by me when we were toddlers and I couldn't pronounce Bartholomew--seriously, though, who can? What kind of name is Bartholomew anyway? Since then, everyone's called him Bat, even his parents. Bat's not very tall, but he's big, and anyone who doesn't know him might find him a little scary, but really, he's pretty harmless. Unless you poke him.

Just don't poke him.

"Hey," I say, grinning. He thumps me on the back, hard enough to bowl an unprepared person over, but I'm used to Bat's greetings. I thrust my stack of books into his chest. "Here. Hold."

He takes them with a good-natured grumble while I search the crap in my locker for the English paper I stuffed in here almost two weeks ago. Pulling out a stapled stack of paper, I smooth it out against my locker door and scan it. Sure enough, it's my late English essay. I fold it and take my books back from Bat, then stuff them all in my bag and swing it over one shoulder.

I glance past Bat and see Alia Miller, standing a little down the hall and staring at me, looking none too happy. That girl really can glare. I hastily look away. I wasn't kidding when I told Bat and the others she was crazy--the girl really is nuts. And no doubt she's mad at me for cutting her off after that one date. Bat's attention, however, is elsewhere. "Hey," he says, sounding satisfied with himself. "There she is."

I follow his gaze to where a tall, curvy blond girl--Emily, I know her only in passing--is standing next to a shorter brunette. "Yeah?" I say. "You have a thing for Emily?" He gives me a look that says he thinks I'm being obtuse. "No, idiot," he tells me. "The other girl. Mabel?"

Shit. I suddenly remember the stupid dare. Why did I agree to that again? I've got other things to worry about. I study the girl--Mabel--and I don't think I've ever even spoken to her, other than maybe a hello here and there.


AVIS

Dad wasn't always like this. He used to be pretty great, actually, with possibly a small drinking problem. Nothing like he is now. He used to be a soldier in the army until he nearly lost his left leg in Afghanistan. They managed to avoid amputating the leg, but it doesn't work anymore. It doesn't look right either--all twisted and burned and scarred. But it wasn't the leg that screwed him over. It was Mum jumping from a window seventeen stories up a year later, when I was six, that messed him up.

Not that everything was picture perfect before that. My mother was always in and out of, alternatively, jail and rehab due to being a chain smoker, a drug addict, and a notorious alcoholic. (She was also an incurably unfaithful wife.) She was, quite simply, insane. Once she threatened Dad with a kitchen knife, before threatening to turn it on herself. She was suicidal--thus the Big Jump. One of my clearest memories of her is of me accidentally spilling juice on her dress and her livid with rage, cornering me against the wall and threatening me. I don't remember anymore what it was she was shouting at me, but I remember that she slapped me across the face twice. Somehow, the memory of those slaps almost hurts more than any of the other beatings I ever received from her, or from Dad after she died.

Looks like I'm following in her footsteps. I already look like her: same big dark blue eyes, same straight, night-dark hair, same bone structure, same features. Eighteen and already a drug addict. Factor in the fact that I really became addicted years ago? I can't help but wonder how long it'll be before I turn into a raging lunatic as well.

And I wonder...was I one of the things that drove her out that window?

I'm tired of thinking so much. My head is throbbing. My back hurts. I can still feel the bruises Dad's cane left on my skin. My chest aches. I'm hungry and I can't tell if it's for food or more drugs. Always more. But all I have is a pocketknife, a pack of Marlboros, a Bic lighter, and the clothes on my back. The hard pavement I'm sitting on is uncompromising, as is the rough wall of the small grocery store that I'm leaning against.

I want--need...something. I don't know.

I hate this town and everyone in it. Including me. Maybe me most of all.

Why I am so fucking mad all the time?

A beat up Corolla pulls into the the parking spot at the side of the store, right in front of where I'm sitting, and I wonder, without much interest, if the driver is new to town. No one ever parks in that spot because whenever someone does, the dog that belongs to the old storeowner almost always runs out and pees against it. I have no idea why. I've never liked animals much, and I always get the feeling that it's mutual. Maybe because even animals are smart enough to stay away from a fucked up person like me.

For lack of anything else to do, I watch a young-looking guy, about my age probably, come out of the Corolla and head past me into the store. Sure enough, he's new. At least, I haven't seen him around before, and I know practically every inch of this small town. Course, I'm not necessarily a reliable source. Drug addicts usually aren't.

My cigarette has burned down to a stub. It singes my fingers, but I barely feel it. I toss the cigarette butt aside and light another.

The guy comes back out of the store after a while, holding a bunch of stuff in his arms. Sure enough, the storekeeper's dog follows at his heels, tongue lolling, no doubt looking to pee on the Corolla. I feel a stab of irrational mingled fury and envy towards the guy. I imagine he has a mother that's perfectly sane and alive, a father who doesn't spend his days drinking and watching TV and beating him up...while I'm at it, I give him a few siblings and a nice big house to live in. I know it's ridiculous, but I feel angry at this guy for everything I assign to him in my head.

He's walking past me, unaware, I guess, of the pee-happy dog behind him. On an impulse, I stretch out my foot to trip him.

[Sorry I didn't post for so long--turns out the house we're staying at has no internet. I'm seriously dying without Internet. But anyway, at a Dad's friend's house for a while, and they have wi-fi.]

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[Hey you there?]

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[Gah, I'm so sorry! I didn't even see this! But, ah, the truth is, I've become a lot busier this summer and I don't think it'd be fair to you if I reply with half-assed replies that take a long time. :/ That said, is it okay if we can roleplay sometime when it's not so stressful for me, aha? D:]

[[deleted user]]

[Ah I totally understand and sure, of course I'd like to roleplay with you sometime when things aren't so busy :) ]

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[OmG, thank you so much for understanding! :') <3 You're the best.]

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[ :D I love honesty. Like you said, I'd rather you just tell me than stretch it out cause it sucks to just be waiting when the other person isn't into the RP anymore. So you're awesome for just telling me :) ]