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Post by Jaysin Bryan Moore on Oct 6, 2012 14:15:16 GMT -6
[/font][/size][/ul] [style= background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2wn7c7o.jpg); height: 300px; width: 450px; vertical-align: top; padding: 0px;][style= font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; line-height: 22.5; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 0px; text-align: right; color: #6666CC;]everything's wrong everytime [/style] And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal. Got to bring myself back from the dead. Sometimes I hate the life I made. Everything's wrong every time. Pushing on I can't escape. everything that comes my way is haunting me taking its sweet time. Holding on I'm lost in a haze, fighting life to the end of my days. Don't wanna be rude but I have to. Nothing's good about the hell you put me through. I just need to look around, see that life that has come unbound. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Sin asked with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked through the courtyard, talking to Vital. The guy pissed him off most of the time, and they often argued, but the freak was better company than most. Vital simply rolled his eyes in response before announcing he had better things to do than educate the lesser, and Sin gritted his teeth as the other teen walked off. It was too soon to really start anything with Vital. The boy could prove a good asset. Why tick him off when his full potential had not been used yet? Jaysin Moore was still not happy in the slightest and was seconds away from going off on him. Thankfully, his cell phone rang and that anger was diverted to a different outlet. His mother. He'd been receiving texts from his half brother all week, warning him that his mother was going to head that way for a "visit". Sin knew what it was. She wanted to see if he had made any "progress" or some shit like that. There was nothing wrong with him, so what progress could be made? Sin honestly just did not get it. With a roll of his eyes, the teen shoved the crappy trac phone back into his hoodie pocket and continued to the dorms. He needed a drink. The one good place about the school was that Sin finally had a room to himself. He had never had one before. There had always been another sibling to share with, and he hated it. Why should he have to give up his space to some whiny kid that would be out of his life in a couple weeks anyway? Ridiculous was what it was. However, that was not an issue at the school. He had not been assigned a roommate, and Jaysin seriously hoped it just stayed that way. Of course, with his luck he'd either get stuck with a girly little queer-boy or some annoying as all hell jock whose face Sin would feel the need to break within a few minutes. Neither option was preferable, but very likely. That would just not do for Sin at all. It angered him simply at the thought. With a heavy sigh, he unlocked the door to his dorm and went inside, locking the handle and deadbolt behind him. Sin was glad to be away from the idiots that surrounded him, finding comfort in his little home away from home. Okay, that was an extreme lie. He was not comforted at all. Sure, he was glad to be away from the idiots of the school, but that did not make anything about that shitty little dorm room any better. Sin tugged off his old, leather jacket and tossed it onto the desk chair, leaving on the hoodie he wore over his long-sleeved shirt. "Shit, it's cold," he mumbled to himself, though he opened the window so that he could smoke there in the room without setting off any of the smoke alarms. It was too early in the day for that kind of chaos. Besides, things like that were never as fun without the psycho bitch around. At least the kid, though a queer, was some form of entertainment. Taking a drag off his cigarette, Sin pulled his bottle of vodka out from under his bed and sat down, leaning against the wall with an inaudible sigh. Drinking himself to sleep seemed like a great idea. Of course, any and all thoughts pretty much halted as he heard the locks in the door turning. The teen did not bother to get rid of the incriminating evidence in his hands. If he was going to get caught by a teacher, he might as well enjoy every moment. However, the person that came into the room was not a teacher. In fact, it was another student. In fact, said student had bags. What the hell was going on? Sin scowled as he sat up straight, taking another swig out of the bottle before setting it aside. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked the kid, who had to be lost, and just so happened to have a key that somehow opened his door. Right.
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Post by Meeka Everly Collin on Oct 7, 2012 14:21:34 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] when you're young like this you're supposed to party Words: 815 Outfit: HERE Notes: HES SULKISH. meeka realized real quick that this place was just like rehab. but not. there were a lot more people his age around that looked like they had bigger problems than his and a lot more adults that thought they knew him or his problem. he was so sick of people looking at him with pity that he didn't need. he wasn't sick. there was nothing wrong with him. his only problem was lexis thinking that he was going to kill himself on accident, which wouldn't happen. he knew exactly what he was doing. he wasn't like his dad either, even though he kind of understood where his dad was coming from now. life sucked. not that he was suicidal or anything stupid like that, but he would be the first to admit that life was rough and that it seriously sucked. it sucked not having money. it sucked having to go a day without eating or staying awake all night because you're too cold to sleep and too stubborn to ask for another blanket. it sucked even more when you realize you don't have the support of your family the way you thought you did. hell, meeka still had the black eye to show for that one.
weirdly, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would have. carter had a great right hook, whether he wanted to admit it or not. the last time he had gotten some sense knocked into him - literally- by his brother, he had been forced to keep a bag of peas on his face for at least an hour before he could see. this time, he just didn't care. this was just like rehab, but worse. at least in rehab, he knew why everyone was there. he knew how to worm information out of people so that when he got out, he knew exactly where to go for a fix. sure, the withdraws were hell to live through for the time he was there, but it was worth it when he got out. sure, it had sucked seeing his family's face when he got messed up again right after he got out, but they didn't understand anyway. and now he was stuck here. so what if he was a little bitter? he had every right to be upset that his family sent him away again to get help that he didn't want. meeka didn't need help.
maybe if he kept his head down for a while, lexis would let him come home. if he kept it clean long enough, maybe he could fake his way back into the house until he could get his own place. maybe he could find mom. he laughed out loud at the idea, but the thought stuck in the back of his mind. it was a last ditch effort, at the very least. he tucked his hands in his pockets as he walked in the direction where he was pointed, trying to stop his hands from shaking. he knew they wouldn't stop. he'd been through this more than enough times to know that this was only the beginning. at least it was cold enough outside that it would come across as him just reacting to the weather. he wondered what it would be like to be stuck in this place through this all. he wondered if he would make friends as easily here as he had before. he seriously doubted that he would be able to get close to someone without knowing what their problem was. here, someone could have anything wrong with them. the thought was scary, but also kind of soothing to know that his problem wasn't the worst thing these teaches had to deal with. maybe he could blend in.
he let out a sigh as he reached the door to the room that he assumed was his, taking a second to mentally prepare himself for the stay that was drawn before him. it took all of the strength in him to unlock the door in front of him and actually push it open, though he couldn't help but blink in confusion at the sight before him. does he seriously not care that he could have just been caught? he asked himself silently, shifting the strap of his bag up further on his shoulder. "i think i'm moving my shit into this room." he answered, forcing himself not to wince at how bitter his words sounded. something told him that this was not a good start with this guy. something else told him that the two of them wouldn't peacefully coexist. "what do you think you're doing?" he pushed on, not really caring what the other male had to say about his drinking, but it was something. instead of continuing on, he moved into the room that he assumed would be his and dropped the bag onto the bed. |
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Post by Jaysin Bryan Moore on Oct 9, 2012 22:00:18 GMT -6
[style= background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2wn7c7o.jpg); height: 300px; width: 450px; vertical-align: top; padding: 0px;][style= font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; line-height: 22.5; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 0px; text-align: right; color: #6666CC;]everything's wrong everytime [/style] And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal. Got to bring myself back from the dead. Sometimes I hate the life I made. Everything's wrong every time. Pushing on I can't escape. everything that comes my way is haunting me taking its sweet time. Holding on I'm lost in a haze, fighting life to the end of my days. Don't wanna be rude but I have to. Nothing's good about the hell you put me through. I just need to look around, see that life that has come unbound. Sin scowled as the other teen seemed to not get the hint to leave. The boy could go sleep in a dumpster for all Jaysin cared. "i think i'm moving my shit into this room." Well, that settled that. Had he not had a cigarette and a few relaxing swigs of the vodka, he probably would have gotten up and decked the guy for his tone. As it was, Sin was fairly relaxed, though annoyed. His annoyance was highly evident, though it had not crossed over to anger, yet. It was still possible, but that was no matter. He arched an eyebrow as the other boy asked him what he was doing. Obviously, he was having a drink and a cigarette. "Well, I was enjoying the quiet of my room before you showed up," Jaysin answered as he glared off to the side, wondering if he could just switch rooms to a permanently empty one. He did not want to have to share with anyone. Having the space to himself was one of the few good things about that place. "Do yourself a favor and request a different room," Sin finally stated after a few moments, studying the other teen with an expression that clearly stated his extreme dislike of the entire situation. There was something about the guy that Sin was not fond of already; but, then, Jaysin was not overly fond of people in general. Unless, of course, they had something to offer him. Then, he was quite fond of them as long as he benefited from it. Once that was done, though, Sin no longer cared. He did not really have an attachment to anyone. The closest thing would be with his half-brother. They were not close by any means, but all the half-siblings in his family sort of formed an alliance against the rest of the lot. At least they all shared some DNA. However, Parker and the other halfs were not exactly what he should be thinking on at the moment. No, he should put more thought into ways to get this dude to leave the dorm. Sin really just did not want to have to share his space with the guy. Taking another swig out of the bottle, Jaysin got up off the bed, setting the vodka aside before crossing his arms over his chest. He stood there only a moment before he went over to the other teen's bed, grabbing the bag off of it as he said, "Here, let me help you with your shit." Without any more hesitation, Sin took the boy's bag and tossed it out the still-open window, smirking a little to himself before taking another drag off his cigarette. That made him feel much better. So what if he pissed off the other boy? It would definitely be worth it. Jay often found himself highly amused at other peoples' misfortune. Schadenfreude, he believed it was called. Or something like that. It was a German word some guy he met in New York told him. Spanish was a much easier language in Sin's opinion. Plus, it sounded nicer, and it made it easier to charm the girls out of their panties than a harsh language did. Sin found that many girls tended to like a boy with an accent, or one that could speak another language, even if they did not understand. The idiots. Jaysin could not keep from rolling his eyes at the thought as he went over to take another swig out of the bottle, not bothering to spare the other boy a glance, just hoping that he would get the point and leave. Was it that difficult to get space?
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Post by Meeka Everly Collin on Oct 9, 2012 23:07:22 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]when you're young like this you're supposed to party Words: 779 Outfit: HERE Notes: OH NOW HES PISSED. something told meeka that he wasn't going to have a 'pleasant friendship' with his room mate. not that he was going to stay in this place for very long, but he really didn't feel like having to deal with this dude's attitude for the short time that he was stuck there. he could feel himself starting to push closer and closer to the brink of annoyance with every passing second, knowing that he had nothing to take the edge off. he just needed something to take his mind off of how long the next few weeks would be for him. "well i'm not stopping you from smoking your precious cigarette." |
[/color] he said simply. there was nothing sarcastic or vicious in his tone, but the irritation could be read all over his face. his eyes rolled slowly as he turned to look at the other male, his eyes narrowing slightly. was this kid serious? was he seriously trying to bully him out of staying in this room? obviously this guy thought that he was big shit and he was about to get a reality check. meeka had dealt with guys like this when he was back home. they thought that they could get anyone to do anything they wanted just because they were tough and good looking. it made him want to roll his eyes. meeka definitely didn't feel like having his head kicked around right now, but he wasn't about to pussy out and be bullied out of his room either. "if my being here bugs you so much, maybe you should request a new room." he pointed out, hating that he didn't sound nearly as nonchalant or firm as the other male did. there was always that lingering wonder if he could take the guy on in a fist fight, but something told him that they would be pretty easily matched if they really got into it. it was anyone's fight, really. meeka was used to being pushed around and fighting with his brother over space in their room, but over the past few months, meeka hadn't even spent more than a few nights in the same room as carter. and honestly, he knew all of carter's stupid fighting tactics. this kid was brand new territory and while he was great at fighting dirty, everything about him was pretty hood. rolling his eyes at the other, meeka turned his attention back toward his bag even though he really didn't make any move to unpack his things. honestly, he didn't really even have all that much to unpack. a few hand me down outfits and pictures of his family. everything that he had with him was kind of plain. he didn't really even feel like unpacking anything right at that moment. instead, he just wanted to crawl into that bed and pull the blankets over his head and sleep for three years straight. unfortunately, he doubted that this asshole would let him even think of sleeping. his thoughts shifted back to reality, though he was more in shock than anything when his bag went from sitting on the bed to being thrown out the window before he could even react. slowly, his shock turned to anger, red hot and fighting to get out. "what did you do that for?!" he exclaimed, shoving past the dark haired male firmly before looking out of the window and down to where the bag had been thrown. he really did not feel like going down there and getting his bag. he was so worn out from the fight going on inside of his body that he could have said 'fuck it' and relaxed if he didn't have to deal with this guy all over again. he clenched his fists as he swung back around to face the darker male, his teeth grinding together in anger. "you can fucking go and get it now." he ground out, moving forward angrily. something in the back of his head screamed at him to stop and to cower away from the male in front of him or go and get someone else that could deal with the situation, but meeka had never been the type to just shy away from a situation like this. he had always been one to walk head on into his problems and fight his way out. this situation would be no different. he didn't need anyone else fighting his battles for him. as he moved forward, meeka was surprised at how hard he shoved the male before him. "go and get it!"[/color] he demanded seriously, feeling his rage boil over. he was more than ready to fight now. bring it on, fucker.[/b][/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Jaysin Bryan Moore on Oct 14, 2012 19:12:31 GMT -6
[style= background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2wn7c7o.jpg); height: 300px; width: 450px; vertical-align: top; padding: 0px;][style= font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; line-height: 22.5; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 0px; text-align: right; color: #6666CC;]everything's wrong everytime [/style] And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal. Got to bring myself back from the dead. Sometimes I hate the life I made. Everything's wrong every time. Pushing on I can't escape. everything that comes my way is haunting me taking its sweet time. Holding on I'm lost in a haze, fighting life to the end of my days. Don't wanna be rude but I have to. Nothing's good about the hell you put me through. I just need to look around, see that life that has come unbound. "if my being here bugs you so much, maybe you should request a new room." Jaysin was not even going to dignify that with a response. Obviously, he was in the room first, so that meant it was the other boy that needed to leave first. Sin realized he did not even know the guy's name, and he still was not fond of the other teen. Even though he was rather attractive. Of course, that thought never crossed Sin's mind once and he scowled as he grabbed his alcohol to take another long pull out of the bottle. His spirits were definitely raised when he tossed the other boy's bag out the window. It made him feel a hundred times better, and he would have gone over to just collapse on his bed to finish off the vodka and enjoy the good feeling he had. However, he simply stood in place after the other boy shouldered past him, laughing in amusement at the question with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "I told you I was helping you remove your shit, didn't I?" he questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest. Surely this guy was not that slow. His anger was rather amusing in Sin's opinion, though, and honestly, the guy might be worth keeping around if he was that easy to annoy. Another smirk tugged on Sin's features as the guy demanded he go get the bag. Was he serious? There was no way Jay was going to go down the stairs like a little retriever to get the damn bag. He was almost amused to the point of willingness, though; almost, not quite. It was not enough to get him to move, though he did stumble back when the other boy shoved him. That immediately got rid of any and all amusement. Who did the guy think he was shoving him like that? With a sneer, Sin responded by throwing a punch at the boy, aiming toward his face, hoping to knock the kid out in one go, which he had managed to do a time or three before. "Keep your damn hands off me," Sin growled lowly. He did not respond well to someone pushing him around, ever. He was two seconds away from busting the other teen's face against one of the desks, but did not immediately go that route for some reason. He would blame the alcohol. It was definitely the alcohol and the fact that he had been highly amused only moments before, knowing that if he had been annoyed to begin with, he would've already had the guy on the ground. "Go get your own bag if you want it that badly. I'm not doing shit for you." Sin was not the type to run errands for anyone, especially not some dude that comes in out of nowhere. That demanded a sense of respect that the guy had not earned yet. Not that Sin thought he would ever earn that kind of respect. There was not anyone he respected enough to listen to like that. Nobody really had that kind of hold on him or ability to get him to calm down and back off. The only thing he had was alcohol, and that kept him pretty chill most of the time. Unless it was whiskey. He and whiskey did not agree with one another. Ever.
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