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Post by James Walker on Apr 3, 2011 14:46:54 GMT -5
It was too late for coffee. Seven at night, probably later, and he knew he'd be up staring at the ceiling all night, if he tried to sleep at all. He drank it anyway. He would need to leave soon if he wanted to walk back to his foster parents' home before dark... but he wasn't ready. As much as he hated the dark, he hated even more the thought of going back to them. After the fight earlier that day, James needed some time away from them, from everything, and it was too soon to go back. He would just have to spend the night on the town.
The drink was too hot, but he downed it quickly. The caffeine gave him a buzz, kept him alert. He had no way to drown his sorrows, not without finding somebody to buy him a real drink, but as much as the idea sounded appealing, he hated himself for even considering it. His mother had left his birth father because the man became a drunk after his son's birth. Alcohol was a demon, something that James needed to stay far away from... but the thought was tantalizing.
James set the coffee mug down on the table and ran a hand through his hair. He needed to think clearly, but his thoughts were racing, both from the coffee and from the fight earlier. Chris would need him at home, but the idea of going back and facing Mark and Alyson so soon was poisonous. Stuck between the two choices, he remained at the table, struggling to put his thoughts in order as he stared at the door. He needed an escape, and as much as he despised parties, it could be just the thing he needed to pick him back up. Likely a good place to find a drink, too.
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Post by kianna on Apr 8, 2011 12:58:34 GMT -5
Kianna wasn't going to go back to powers, not just yet, this had been her first time for freedom in the past two years. It was currently 7pm, she had just noticed the clock on the wall of the coffee shop. She was only in the shop, abiding her time, sipping at her coffee that was just going to keep her alert for when the real party started. Which was hidden away in her bag. No she didn't have a mass of people loitering in her back; but she had the poison that started the party hidden away in the jumble of her school books.
When the clock struck half 8, she stood to leave the shop, but as she reached the door, a young male stood in her way. Appropriatly she gave a small cough to announce that she was there awaiting to leave, but of course. She was silent due to the late night, and she sighed. Before extending a heavily gloved hand and tapped him on the shoulder. She awaited for him to turn or even shift out the way, before exclaiming loudly. " Jesus, can you just budge it? I have a party to get to, this alcohol won't drink itself " |
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Post by James Walker on Apr 8, 2011 19:53:49 GMT -5
James jerked away from the touch, and turned to face the person behind him. He'd barely realized he was standing; one moment he was at the table, and the next he was halfway to the door. Was it the coffee combined with the late hour, or was his subconscious trying to tell him that there were better things to do? He glanced toward the door, then back to the person who was now in front of him. She was more than a foot shorter than he was, and he had to look a long way down to meet her eyes.
"Alcohol?" he asked, and cast a skeptical look over the girl's diminutive form. As much as part of him wanted to believe her and potentially join in the fun, the back of his mind was screaming for him to get away. Drinking was wrong. He was too young, it was too dangerous, and he'd already lost his parents to drugs and alcohol. He ignored it. "And where did a kid like you get alcohol? You barely look like you should be in high school, let alone drinking. Maybe I should... supervise."
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Post by kianna on Apr 9, 2011 13:22:41 GMT -5
She was just about to start running, free running was her favourite past time. She let out a sigh that broke her pale lips apart. He had spoken just a small word that was bound to catch her ears, no matter how far apart they stop. " Yes, Alcohol. Ever heard of it sir? " She wasn't usually like this, it was just her way of saying "I have a tight sechudule, either follow me and interrogate or just stop and leave me alone." Though she didn't care which one happened, the more at the party the better. To tell you the truth, there was no party, she just wanted some time alone with the alcohol.
His skeptical look couldn't get past her, it was obvious he didn't believe her. A michevious glint in her eye, caused her to tilt her head as her superman bag swung into view from around her back. The moon was only shining on one side of her body, and it cast a gloomy glow on her short profile. Her shadowed hand dipped into the bag, gripping the familar bottle. It slipped out as easily as it had entered. The moon shone off the green stained glass. Her hazel eyes were now focused back on him, as she waited for his verdict. " Well, to be honest, sir. I don't need supervision, but you can join if you wish. but I have to say, I do prefer a one man party. " |
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Post by James Walker on Apr 10, 2011 17:49:51 GMT -5
Sir. James only ever used the word sarcastically, and he didn't know anyone his age who didn't. The title was made of mockery, and it gave him immediate impression of this girl: bitch. But she did have alcohol, she'd produced the bottle to prove it, and a little wild night out might get his mind off his troubles at home. Not that it was his home, but that thought only made things worse. His good judgment had taken a backseat the moment he'd decided to stay out a little later, and now it was fully bound and gagged in the trunk. James was driving, not his conscience.
"Well, damn what you prefer, I didn't come sit out here just to sip a mug of coffee. If you want to get rid of me then give me a bottle, but otherwise I'm staying." And who knew. Maybe this girl would be fun. Anything would be better than going back to the house and dealing with his foster parents and their claims that they had his "best interests" at heart. What interests? They'd never asked him what he wanted. No, James was going to look out for himself.
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Post by kianna on Apr 10, 2011 18:21:42 GMT -5
She called every male she didn't know the name of, sir. She knew it was full of mockery and anyone in highschool who needed to use the name was just a little bit of a prick. In fact, the only name that could be used for her right now was Bitch. She wasn't much of anything else. A sly grin appeared on her face as she let the bottle fall back into her bag. She definatly had no intentions of giving up her alcohol. That was suicide. " Well its just you and me, and my ol' buddy spirit. " She spoke like she was from a south coast state, Texas. Though she had never been there and she was definately not born there.
She slowly strode back to the male, her body shone on by the flood light, which stood above the door of the coffee shop. " The name's Kianna, don't try to figure it out, it'll kill you " She knew she had an unpleasently weird name; but it fit her to a T. So she didn't give a rat's arse if he thought her strange. She was now glad that she had actually remembered to wear her gloves, or this would end up in a sticky situation. |
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Post by James Walker on Apr 11, 2011 21:51:43 GMT -5
She was small, but the curves were there, and the light accentuated that fact. James wasn't normally one to spend his time running his eyes all over girls like this, but the thought of a pretty little thing like this supplying him with a little liquid party was sounding pretty good. "I'm James," he said shortly, and pushed the door open, holding it for her. As much as he wanted to shrug the bitch off and go his own way, there was nowhere else in town to get a drink.
The back of his mind was still trying to catch up to the rest of him, and a wild panic momentarily surged through him as the barrier bent. No, he thought firmly. That's exactly what they would want me to do. Alyson would just give me some bullshit praise about doing the right thing, and Mark would only care that I'd thought about doing it in the first place. I'm doing the right thing. And his conscience was again shoved away, locked in a small drawer behind the still-sober wall in his mind.
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Post by kianna on Apr 12, 2011 11:11:17 GMT -5
She hadn't really expected him to stay with her, usually when people saw the way she was, and had hear how she spoke, they tended to run away, but here he stood which caused her to give a curious tilt of her head. Her pearly white teeth bit into her lip as she stepped through the door, a sigh leaving her lips. While there was silence between the two Kianna couldn't help but scan the male over; well she had to spend the night with him, he couldn't be an eye sore could he?
Her hazel eyes ran over his face, taking in every little detail of the guy. They followed every crease and crack of his skin, and clothes; Hey Kianna, I know you're listening to me; It was her concious mind speaking and she didn't wanna hear it. Hey Girl, don't ignore me. You know what I'ma say here. and yes... Kianna did know what her mind was telling her, though she didn't give a toss. He's cutttte Kianna. You better get some At this she snapped, turning away from him, she made to lead the way, to anywhere she didn't care as long as she didn't have to look at him as she did it. She didn't want to fight with her mind; that was why she had the alcohol. To get rid of her overreactive brain. |
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Post by James Walker on Apr 13, 2011 18:31:27 GMT -5
He did his best to ignore her searching gaze. James hadn't often seen that look, but he did know it. At his old schools he'd been something of an oddity, a foreign student that happened to speak their language. He wasn't like the others his age, the talkative teenagers who loved to sneak a drink when their parents were out. He'd always been quiet, rule-abiding (except for the fighting, of course), almost reclusive. Any friends he'd made had been with the "wrong crowd", and had always been left behind when he'd moved to yet another new family. Girls had never really been interested in him, and the look this girl was trying to hide was a rare thing indeed.
James finally turned to look back at her, but she'd turned away. "So is there anywhere in particular we're going? Or are we going anywhere?" Not that they needed to find a party. Even a parking lot would have been fine with him if it meant staying out late. Going back to Mark and Alyson's house was out of the question at this point, now that he'd already stayed out late, and his silent cell phone meant they couldn't call him if they wanted to. James could do whatever he wanted, and he was going to take advantage of that.
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Post by kianna on Apr 14, 2011 8:33:55 GMT -5
She had been searching the car park that they happened to be stood in, what had she been searching for inparticular? Who knows. She had just seemed to wander around when she was drunk, being a scizhophrenic always created problems, and to add ontop that she had powers. It was just an over active mind; one that she didn't want. Kianna you silly mutt, don't ignore me. Okay her mind had fallen into an abyss that it knew was dangerous. She spun again and raised her arms, with another tilt of her head. " Why don't we stay here, and waste away the hour with alcohol. " She hadn't really planned on going anywhere while it was like this, but she didn't intend to walk around until she found a suitable place, and she knew from her last break out from powers that there wasn't any quick way to get to the beach. |
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Post by James Walker on Apr 14, 2011 18:40:58 GMT -5
"Fine. Why not? Break out the goods." James leaned against a nearby sign denoting the car park's hours and looked back at her. The light was fading fast, even though it couldn't have been eight in the evening yet. Late October was cold that way, and he knew that, by Halloween, it would be dark almost when school got out for the day. Still, it was a good way to avoid Mark and Alyson, not to mention a prime method of pissing them off: the darker it was, the earlier they wanted him home, and the less likely he was to comply. This girl had appeared for him at exactly the right time, promising alcohol and a good time, a perfect way to forget.
In the growing darkness, he was slowly turning almost invisible. His dark-wash jeans blended with the blacktop, even as his dark blue hoodie vanished into the night. He was like a ghost, exactly like a ghost, dead to the world. In only a few minutes, that's all he would be: dead to the world. That small part of his mind was pleading now, bargaining, doing everything in its power to get him away from this girl and her poisons, but he would have none of it, and he ignored those little thoughts. Instead he focused his eyes on Kianna.
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Post by kianna on Apr 15, 2011 10:25:49 GMT -5
When she had made a breakout of Powers, she remembered a few things for her escapade, and one of those objects was a flashlight. It would come in handy at 12am and the moon was high. She clicked it on and let it fall to the floor as she made to dive back into her bag. She had brought many things with her. Her hand occasionally twitched to the top of her head, keeping her hat resting upon it, as it was slowly sliding over her face.
After rummaging through her bag, she pulled out a blanket and held it out to the male; she now knew as James. "Hold please" Without waiting for the male to take the blanket, she stook another hand into her bag and pulled out the alcohol that she had stashed in there. A grin was placed on her face as she zipped up her bag and bent down to grab the flashlight. She held it in her mouth in a rather unladylike way. |
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Post by James Walker on Apr 15, 2011 17:28:06 GMT -5
James took the blanket and held it reluctantly, letting it hang limply from his hand. He had no interest in waiting for her to dig; he needed to get this over with now, to get the drinks into his system before that smart little part of his brain could regain control. It spent too much time at the wheel, he thought, always trying to keep him out of fights or keep him from swearing. Now it was time for a little regrettable action, something that he would never regret at all.
"What, you lose it or something?" James was tempted to go buy his own, to either fake his way in or get somebody to buy some for him, but the thought of readily available drinks drew him to her. Besides, she wasn't bad-looking; maybe she would look even better after a drink or two. Hopefully she would have more than one bottle, and they would both be able to down a full one.
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Post by kianna on Apr 18, 2011 20:50:48 GMT -5
She yanked the blanket from his hand, after she drug out her alcohol and slowly trailed herself over to a space in the car park where she wouldn't be seen. Though she didn't really care if she was, she just didn't feel like today would be a good time to be dragged back into Power's academy.
"No I haven't lost it, But I like to be comfortable when I drink." She dropped herself onto the floor after she had flattened out the blanket. She patted the seat beside her as she placed the bottle in her lap. Her hazel eyes stared at him as she waited for him to move. "I have more then one bottle, James will you hurry up and get your butt over here." She wasn't usually this pushy, but she didn't want to lose a looker like this one. |
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Post by James Walker on Apr 19, 2011 17:34:46 GMT -5
James shrugged and settled down on the blanket near her. She was pushing him to move, to get on with things, but that was exactly what he wanted. It wasn't just his own mind that was egging him on, but some outside force as well, something that could share the blame if things went to hell. But they wouldn't, of course. It was just a little drink.
"Good, because we're definitely going to get through more than one. You starting?" He tugged off his jacket and dropped it on the ground at the edge of the blanket. No need for that to get in the way, though that small part of his mind, the one that was trying to talk him out of drinking, wondered what it might get in the way of. But the rest of him already knew, and welcomed it. Anything that might count him as a rebel, anything that could get him in trouble, any small act that would turn Mark and Alyson against him would be completely acceptable tonight.
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