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Post by maya-bird on Aug 16, 2011 21:58:32 GMT -5
"Sooo..." Dima trailed off. "We are waiting for something?" He had always been impatient, the one who would rather sneak into the movie the back way than wait for a long line in front of the ticket booth to get down. Waiting wasn't something he was good at. He strummed a few chords, then sat back down on the stool, tapping his foot to a compilation of random chords he thought sounded pretty good.
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Post by icefire on Aug 16, 2011 22:13:52 GMT -5
Yael kept grinning, "'Course not." He got up and walked over to a small little crate in the garage, he moved it to the side and grabbed a combination locked box stored in a divet in the concret underneath it. Scrolling the correct combo numbers, he opened the box, and the musky smell of drugs wafted out. Koya looked over his shoulder, grabbing the zip lock bag of shrooms before he could.
She laughed, "I'm starting out with one. These things fuckin' trip me out." Yael stood up with another baggie of weed in his hand, with rolling paper in the other hand.
"We can pass around a joint too, we'll all be trippin' so hard by the time this is over, you won't be able to stand." A devilish grin was on his face, and Koya took one of the shrooms in her mouth. It tasted funky, but she ate it anyway. Drugs usually tasted funky. She passed the bag to Yael and then to Dima.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 16, 2011 22:16:37 GMT -5
Dima popped when in his mouth, hating the flavor, but loving the trip that came with it. He grinned, and strummed a note. It sounded so loud, warped, and he loved it. He began playing the riff to a song that they were working on, suddenly concentrating hard and pulling off a difficult set of chords that he usually messed up when he wasn't tripping out or stoned. Drugs helped him play.
"Good idea." He said, suddenly noticing Yael rolling a joint, which was slick when you were already tripping out.
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Post by icefire on Aug 17, 2011 22:41:19 GMT -5
Koya giggled, looking around. When she was doing this major hallucinagen, everything looked cartoonized and colorful. She looked at her hand strumming her guitar, and it looked like it was leaving a blur behind it. Cracking a huge grin, she looked over to Yael, who was the only one not tripping because he was rolling the joint well before he got off his rocker.
They had a reputation for being.... er... Fuck buddies? Well... Only when they were REALLY high. This was looking to be one of those nights, one of the nights where they ended up making out or going farther, and then waking up not giving a shit. Either that or Yael wouldn't remember because she'd already be gone from his house. She began to stum the bass line to Feel Good Inc, and then randomly merged into the guitar line for the chorus. Her playing was a bit... Abstact when she was high.
Yael finished rolling the joint, lit it up, and took a long hit from it. He ate his shroom, which he had saved, and passed the joint to Koya, who also took a long drag and passed it to Dima. She puffed a ring of smoke and giggled at it.
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Post by icefire on Sept 4, 2011 19:04:48 GMT -5
Name: Holly (He doesn't remember his last name because he has to worry about so many other things) Age: 16 Year: Sophmore Appearance: He's skinny to the point that he looks sickly, and his skin is pail to match that idealism of sickly. His ribs jut out to the point it looks like he's starving to death, even though he does get a decent meal... Once in a while. His hair is blonde, but most the time it's matted and shaggy. Holly's eyes are a murky grey. Talents: He's a really good keyboardist, though, strangely, he doesn't own one. Friends: Friends? Perosnality: Holly is really skittish, because almost every jock or bully likes to pick on him because of his name. He doesn't really cry when they're wailing on him anymore, but you can often see the pain lingering in his eyes. The reason he doesn't have any friends is because he's so tormented by other people, that he can really only deal with the stray cats and dogs that hang around in his alley. History: His torment started in kindegarten, and followed him all the way to highschool. It all started when one of the jocks (even for a kindegartener) started to call his name and his skinny-ness weird. Holly's parents beat up on him a lot too, because they're both severe alcoholics. His raggedy looks come from being forced out into the alleyway on some nights because his parents scare him. In fifth grade, the bullies liked to play othello with blue and white thumbtacks on his back while he screamed and cried in pain. He almost never hangs around anyone else, if anything, it's for a project for class. Other: The school's counselor is bad, and they don't really notice how he's always solitary and skinny. They may not even notice him.
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Post by icefire on Sept 11, 2011 22:34:50 GMT -5
Yael siddled up to Koya and sat down on the chair with her, making her scoot over for him a bit. They giggled at each other and she looked around at all the wonderous colors that the hallucinogen, courtosey of the drug. She fingered the cords messily as Yael began to flirt.... Through touch. His hand grazed her cheek and he laughed at her uncomposure at the single touch, "You're so cute Koya."
She blused hotly and focused on the guitar. This was normal when they were high, he would flirt and she would eventually comply. It would form into a night of passionate, heated, rough and uncaring sex. Whatever. Koya didn't care if she was someone's doll, and hey, it was just one way to get her urges out, it obviously helped Yael too. Koya fumbled with the chords once again as his lips grazed her cheek, barely flicking his wet tongue against her slightly tanned skin.
She looked over at Dima, wondering how he was faring through all of this. Most of the time he was used to it, but hey, you never know.
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 11, 2011 22:40:02 GMT -5
Dima narrowed his eyes and tried to look away. He was sort of used to Yael and Koya....going at it when they were high like this, but the shock of how Koya let him to do it every time still lingered. He held the joint between his fingers, taking a few hits as Yael proceeded to be all over Koya. He didn't really understand how she let him do this to her every time--had she no self respect?-- maybe they really did love each other.
He kind of frowned, strumming some chords on his base and taking a few more hits. The high rushed to his head, and he smiled to himself. Fuck love, or whatever those two had. Dima was better off alone anyway, right?
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Post by icefire on Sept 11, 2011 22:53:59 GMT -5
Koya bit her lower lip as Yael kissed her neck and ran his hand through her dark hair. If her bangs didn't hid her eyes, you could see the faintest glimmer of tears in her eyes. However, she shook it off and instead gave a toothy grin, setting down the guitar and giving in, bluntly giving him a kiss. It quickly turned into more of a makeout session, and she yanked his head away from hers, "Relax yourself dude, chill. We'll get back to this when there isn't other here." Her husky voice was all a bit suggestive, and Yael smirked snidely at her, adding a nod.
Why was she so fucked up?
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Post by ash~like~snow on Sept 11, 2011 23:17:19 GMT -5
Name: Cassie White Age: 17 Year: Junior Appearance: Dark eyes and straight red hair to her lower back. Slender (but not nearly so as Holly) Talents: Plays the cello. Fast runner. Stuff like that Friends: None yet (recently moved to wherever, Colorado) Perosnality: Usually keeps to herself, not an outgoing person. Mostly doesn't talk to anyone unless they make a point to talk to her. History: Lives with her parent in their newly purchased house, they've lived there about a week before the murder. She didn't know the girl who died, but all the same, death is sad. Other: Pyromaniac
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 12, 2011 21:42:10 GMT -5
Dima cleared his throat, saying in his actions what he didn't speak. He strummed his base, then took another hit, feeling his head become extremely scrambled. He handed it over to Yael, maybe as him trying to get Yael away from Koya, but hey, who knows. This always happened, it didn't matter if Dima was there or not.
In fact, he was surprised they weren't stripping down here and now and fucking. It'd happened before, to his dismay, and he had jacked up his headphones, put sunglasses on, played the base, and faced the other way until they were done.
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Post by icefire on Sept 12, 2011 21:51:57 GMT -5
Koya decided that she'd scoot away from Yael and go mess around with his drums. Setting her guitar in her previous seat, she moved over to the stool and sat down. It took a couple mess ups on the symbol before she got a wannabe drum beat going, and she clacked away with the sticks on the snare and the bass drum, trying to keep rythm. Yael had picked up her guitar, and was attempting to pluck it, and she was relieved at his momentary distraction.
Eventually her high caught on and she was pounding away at the drums, keeping a decent but not expert beat and causing sweat to bead on her hairline from the energy exerted from such speedy playing. Koya stopped and chucked the drumsticks in the air, giggling, she caught them again.
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 12, 2011 22:00:10 GMT -5
Dima began to strum to the beat of Koya's drums, letting the music seep into his high. He usually went all out when this happened. Pulling out a very difficult riff, he ended with some notes in rapid succession that he usually couldn't hit. He grinned at Koya, then at Yael, who was off in his own world playing.
His smile faded, and suddenly he thought he heard something. Through the haze of the weed smoke and the hallucinogens, he narrowed his eyes. Cursing, he shouted to Yael. "Parent check!"
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Post by icefire on Sept 12, 2011 22:16:26 GMT -5
Yael jumped up, the high making him nearly topple over, "Aw, shit man!" He grabbed the joint, put it out, grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed it to the point that the air may be toxic with it. The baggie of shrooms was quickly thrown into the box, and locked. Yael had put it all away right before his parents opened the door, but it was still a bit weird smelling. Another problem also presented itself, his parents were drunk.
His father stumbled in with a pissed off look, "Boy, I thought I damn told you not to have friends at freakin'....." He tried to think of a time, but came up blank, "Whatever o' clock, and you still have friends here?! What the fuck kid?!" Yael stepped up boldly, the high making him feel like he could do anything.
"I can do whatever I fucking feel like, DAD!" He snarled back, earning a push from his drunken father.
"Don't you backsass me boy."
The push set Yael off, and he punched his father in the face, making the older man snarl and raise his fist to punch back. Koya saw this and got up in a flash to stop him, but his fist connected with her face instead, "Sir, it's alright. We insisted that we stay even though he was saying we should go." She cricked her nose and stared up at him, blood dripping from her nostrils.
The older man grumbled, "Alright then, get the fuck out of here!" He stomped out of the garage and slammed the door, and Koya wiped profusely at the blood with her sleeve.
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Post by maya-bird on Sept 12, 2011 22:22:38 GMT -5
Dima narrowed his eyes, not moving to rush and help Koya like he usually would have done. Koya could take care of herself, she was tough. He didn't say anything, just stared at the wall, watching Yael and his angry self through the corner of his eye. He packed up his base, feeling a sort of hesitant air creep around the room, surrounding him. Yael....he could blow up on both of them at anytime. Tripping out, high as a kite, and his parents to top it all off.
With his base strapped to his back, he walked over to the door, where his skateboard had been propped up. Had been were the key words. "Fuck," Dima drawled, risking a mis-guided glare in Yael's direction.
His skateboard was snapped in half, looking like it had been stepped on. Dima hadn't been paying attention, so he automatically figured that Yael's father did it. With an angry sort of sigh, he picked the pieces up and put them under his arm.
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Post by icefire on Sept 12, 2011 22:27:26 GMT -5
Yael reacted at Dima's angry sigh, and glare. With the recent blow up, he was rather flustered himself, "What, what the fuck is your problem?" He snorted in Dima's direction, sending a glare flying back his way.
Koya was done with this shit, she sat back and wiped the blood off her face, not moving to leave. She was too pissed off at all of them right now, Yael, Dima, and Yael's dad.
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