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Post by fletcher ezekial cross on Apr 4, 2011 20:10:03 GMT -5
 Today had been pretty eventful compared to yesterday. Yesterday he'd lounged around for most of the day, considering they'd had the week off from school, and hadn't done much else than watch television and wish he had something to do. Today he'd been incredibly active, having had seen The Langoliers and thought he was going to die a horrible death if he didn't get off his ass and contribute to "the big picture". So, he'd made himself useful and called Caleb and Sam up to see if they wanted to come and have a movie night or something at his house. After agreeing to meet at around four at his place and settling back into his bed, he quickly realized that his house was full of strippers and raging alcoholics--and that he needed to get them out fast. On top of that, he was fairly sure that the drug addicts his parents had had over last weekend had eaten all of their good snack foods, and he needed to stop by the supermarket to get all the good stuff for his "party". In short, he had a lot of fucking work to do.
The first step was, of course, get the real party out of his house. He'd managed to convince his parents that a better setting for getting drunk and naked was probably the beach, because it was going to be nice out, and who didn't love beaches? Fortunately, they'd bought that, and had decided that a bonfire-camping-night was in order. Perfect. He'd helped them pack the tents and drag all the wasted sluts out and even throw them in some of the jeeps parked in their driveway. After about an hour, around two in the afternoon, he'd headed for the supermarket in order to fully stock their fridge and make it seem like they'd had something other than nutella and patron in there for a few days. A half an hour later, he returned with two bags full of chocolate chip cookies, pretzels, chips, soda, assorted candy, ice cream, whipped cream and fudge. It wasn't until he had sorted everything on the counter and began to count the change he had left that he realized they had shit little to eat for dinner. So, with a groan, he had started halfway through the door when a thought hit him: pizza was readily available via internet. Several minutes of looking through the "meats" and "unmeats" sections of Domino's pizza passed before he finally got dinner ordered to the right address and all other foodstuffs out of the way.
The next task was showering. That took all of a good ten minutes, after which he smelled like vanilla and peach spice and felt exceptionally soft. It was worth the time.
Lastly came the entertainment. He'd dragged himself throughout his house, looking for movies, games, and other entertaining things they could do with their time. By the time he was finished, he had collapsed on living room floor--hair still wet and clinging to his face, dvds stacked around him, a bowl of chocolates on the table, and the Puppy Bowl reruns on television. Between nearly passing out and cheering lamely for the golden retriever puppy, who had quickly won his heart in the first round of showcasing when he'd tripped while prancing around the stage, he wasn't sure he was physically or mentally up to having his friends over. But no, his mind nagged him. He needed a day where the three of them could just hang out, veg, and not have to worry about all the stress-related things that seemed to be invading their every-day lives. Besides, he'd gone through all that trouble and had transported too many whores to have given up.
It was a little after four when he heard the doorbell. For a moment, he choked on the whipped cream he'd been pouring into his mouth, but threw the can on the table and hopped up from his position on the couch. "Coming!" he yelled, coughing as he swallowed and brushed the rest of the whipped cream off his face. "Uh, door's open!--just come in," he added hastily, swearing under his breath as he tried to clean up the mess of chocolate wrappers. He snatched the smaller trash bin from the corner and began scooping them in, taking care to wipe off the bit of whipped cream on the table in case the others saw. "I just--er--got out of the shower. Sorry."
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this post is WHO KNOWS words long. fletcha is wearing this. this post is for caleb + sam.
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Post by sammii cori knowell on Apr 5, 2011 16:52:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://oi56.tinypic.com/28apbt1.jpg][atrb=style,padding: 5 0 5 5px] | [atrb=style,padding: 5 5 0 5px][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://oi56.tinypic.com/28apbt1.jpg);]this post is 744 words long. tagged for caleb & fletch. the character is wearing this. notes for the reader: godfine. i replied. HANNAH'S NEXT.  | | [cs=2][atrb=style,padding: 5px][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://oi56.tinypic.com/28apbt1.jpg);] When Fletcher had called to tell him to come over today, Sam had been pretty relieved. The boy had not had any plans otherwise — and that was always a big bummer. So the news that he, Fletcher, and Caleb would have a night of doing... whatever, was pretty exciting. Now he just had to get himself out of bed so that he could get ready. Granted, it was only eleven in the morning and he was not supposed to be there until four.
But, hey, whatever.
Sam managed to crawl out of bed a half hour after deciding he ought to, and then shuffled carefully downstairs to the kitchen. He knew that his sister-in-law would still be home, not having to go in to the restaurant she cooked at until... probably around the time he would be leaving to go to Fletcher's, actually. The realization ruined his happy mood, as he looked out for her — in order not to cross her path. Luckily, he did not run in to her at all on his way to the kitchen. Or in the kitchen, for that matter. With practiced ease, he swiftly maneuvered around the room getting the food he was going to have for his 'brunch.' If all went well, he could avoid Cathy the entire day until he left. Then the night would be spent at Fletcher's watching movies, talking, and not sleeping. He loved being able to avoid Cathy like that. With a smile on his face, a sandwich in one hand, and a glass of apple juice in the other Sam snaked his way back up to his room. Technically, eating there was a no-no, but Cathy rarely caught him. He was too quick to let that happen. And she tended to leave him alone when he was in his room; it was usually his one safe haven. For an hour or so, Sam nibbled away on his sandwich, watching the time tick by until he could leave for his friend's house.
Around three, he finally got off his bed again, bringing his plates to the kitchen. Unfortunately, the woman was there this time. Sam paused in the doorway, wondering if he could sneak back out and not be seen, but she turned to him with a frown on her face and asked where he had been with 'that food.' He was quick to mumble that he was down the basement — where it was all right. Cathy seemed disbelieving, but after a moment she walked over. The boy flinched slightly, expecting worse than when she simply took the plate and cup from his hand with a disgusted grimace. "I-I'm going to stay at a Fletcher's tonight," Sam explained nervously. Cathy looked at him, obviously not enjoying the idea. Then she listed off chores he would need to do before he was allowed to leave the house. Sam cursed in his head, nodding in reality and quickly leaving. Shit, and he only had an hour. And still needed to shower. Letting out a deep sigh, Sam dove in to the chores. He was glad that they actually didn't take too long. Although he was only left with a few minutes to shower if he didn't want to be late to getting to Fletcher's house... He supposed he could always skip the shower. It took too long to walk to the other boy's house. Sam sighed again, disappointed by the turn of events, and packed up the things he would need for staying the night with the same rushed fervor of his chores.
Finally, he was finished, and hearing Cathy shuffling around the door, waited to leave for a few minutes. As soon as he heard the car door slam and its engine roar to life, he made his way down the stairs and out of the house himself. It took about ten minutes to walk to Fletcher's house, getting him there only a few minutes past four o'clock. He knew Fletcher wouldn't care if he was a bit late, but he hated being late so he always tried to be punctual. Around ten-after, he rung the boy's doorbell and waited for the door to open or for Fletcher to say something. After the blonde did, he let himself in, heading toward the voice that was still talking. He giggled at the sight he stumbled upon, unsurprised. "You could at least wait for us before you stuffed your face," he pointed out. |
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Post by caleb alexander chevalier on Apr 9, 2011 15:30:48 GMT -5
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Caleb never had the best social life, actually, that was an understatement. Caleb had no social life besides the two losers he called best friends. He was stuffing his clothes into his bag as quick as he could, before his mom got home. Once she was home, there was a zero percent chance of her letting him go. Braden, Ruthy and Thomas were at a friend's house, so Caleb really had no reason to stay, besides the fact that his mom was a bitch and wanted him home all the time. He had about fifteen minutes before his mother got home and he still needed to take a shower. He finished shoving anything he may need into his bag and dropped it into the floor, scurrying into the bathroom so he could catch a five minute shower.
His clothes were soon lost and thrown to the floor and he was in the shower, washing his hair. It didn't take him long before he hopped out of the steaming water and grabbed his towel, drying his hair off first. With the towel around him, he gabbed his insulin pump off the counter and took it with him to his room. He hadn't washed clothes in a while, so he didn't have much to wear. He rummaged through the drawer looking for his gym shorts. It's not like he had to look cute for anyone today. Before he even looked for a shirt, he changed the needle out of his insulin pump to a clean one and inserted it into his stomach. He hated needles, but he was a diabetic, it was hard to get around needles. The piece of medical tape was place over the needle to keep it in place and a clean shirt that was laying on his bed was slid over his torso accompanied by a hoodie.
He sighed, already exhausted. It took all of his energy just to get ready for the day. He walked to the bathroom, plugging in his straightener and letting it warm up some. Running it through his hair a few times, he decided he was done and slid on a pair of his big Gucci sun glasses. Even though his hair was only partially dry and messy, he didn't have time to deal with it. Now, he just needed to find his keys that his mother had taken from him a few days earlier. He looked all around the kitchen with no luck, going as far as pulling a chair up to the fridge and looking on top of it. He then made his way into his mom's bedroom, careful not to wake his sleeping father. On the back of the bedside table, there his keys sat. He quickly grabbed them, dropping them into his pocket and left the room, closing the door silently.
And with that being done, he was out the house, locking the door to his house. He opened the door to his explorer and jumped in the front seat, looking around to make sure his mother was no where in sight, and soon enough, he was on his way to Fletcher's. It really wasn't that long of a drive to his house. Hell, nothing was too long of a drive in this town, it was so small and Caleb was sick of it. But, there was really no way out as long as it was under quarantine like it had been for the last fifty or sixty years. He finally pulled up and shut his engine off, walking over to the door and ringing the doorbell multiple times, just to annoy whoever was in the house.
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