DRUG DEALER & TATTOO ARTIST
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So you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain?
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Post by PHOENIX SAWYER WARD on May 26, 2014 16:48:22 GMT -7
Boredom was something that Phoenix found himself plagued with more often then he liked. Especially when he was by himself. Things got too quiet and it made it feel like there was a hive of bees in his head. That was when he would find an activity to keep himself from going crazy and tonight that was just walking the streets. It was early enough to not be too dangerous and late enough for him to be able to see some things that would probably be kind of interesting. Anything would be more interesting than sitting alone inside the dark and quiet apartment. So he grabbed his jacket and was out the door just to find something to entertain himself with.
The breeze blowing his already jacked up hair would probably aggrivate him a little if it were any other day but today he hadn't put much effort into what he looked like. He knew it didn't matter if he rolled out of bed and walked out the door or if he spent time putting himself together, girls would still stare at him. And they did. He didn't feel too social, especially not toward the girls that were slurring their compliments of how sexy he was before their cold hands would drift down toward his pants and he'd have to hiss at them that he wasn't interested. He'd need to have a few drinks himself before a bunch of girls grabbing all over him would be something he enjoyed.
He was guilty of taking advantage of a situation with girls like that in the past. Yes meant yes, but he wasn't a jerk. Yea he'd get pissed if they changed their mind but he knew that there were plenty of other drunk fish in the sea. But that took the right mood and that wasn't something he was in today. Today he just wanted a familiar face to talk to and maybe just people watch the drunks that were being dragged out of clubs to go home by their friends or strangers looking to get lucky.
tagg: Rory ✖ words: 346 ✖ notes: It sucks. D:
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freshman/journalism/boxer
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I've got nothing to say here. Just a wanderer passing by, don't mind me.
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Post by RORY AMBER BARLOW on May 30, 2014 6:29:20 GMT -7
| the young man that she had been seeing since she arrived in the same city that she had been born, but taken away at such a young age. a dress that was so simple, yet showed enough clevage to allow her to get enough attention to cause her troubles to disappear from her consciousnesses. her voice rained true in the the choir of it all, and before she knew it her time with the church choir was over. it was one of the bargining chips that she had to rain to be able to get herself to be alone in the city that she once lived a few blocks from her best friend, Rian Todd. she ran a hand through her hair, while walking out of the church. she made sure that her hair was out of dress, it was completely outof habit.
gentle breeze lightly picked up the bottom rim of her dress causing it to sway with the soothing wind and nibbled her bottom lip. she ran a hand through her hair, while walking into the sidewalk and trying to figure out a way or reason to stay out of the apartment of her keeper. maybe it was time to seek out a friendly face, someone familiar of how troubled of a little girl that she once was or maybe a recently made friend; either of those options seemed reasonable. she didn't have the option to sleeping around, not like that she was that type of girl anyway, but it was because she was with someone. she had no idea of his whereabouts or the reason he avoided her calls at certain parts of the area, it's normally when she decided to go out and keep her mind busy.
she pulled out a pair of headphones that were once in her purse, and plugged them up to her phone. so, while her attention was astray-ed, she ran into a bystander-ed. she let out a soft squeal and looked up at the person that she ran into and slowly smirked up at him, "watch were you're going, bucket head." she responded, with a soft giggle. "hello you, nix-y hon." she said, and tapping him lightly on the nose. as best friend to the little blonde, she knew that this one had possibility of being off limits, considering she had yet to watch the two of them to interact with one another.
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tagg: pippn w/ phoenix ✖ words: so many ✖ notes: i love nix so much
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