Solemn Silence

[Cyraus]

THEME SONG

PLOT
Everything about Alice Powell appeared to be normal, in spite of his uptight attitude and his perpetual good academic record (and his female name). However, beneath the surface, as the social delinquent Carter Allen discovered, there lied a more disturbing reality. The two adolescents begin an awkward friendship usually consisting of consuming alcohol and Carter's pursuasion to get Alice to skip school or try drugs. The relationship took a more personal turn when Alice reveals his secrets to Carter.
As it turns out, Alice had a sixth sense that enabled him to feel the presence and sometimes even see those who are deceased. He'd been living with the ability since he was a child but it was always kept behind closed doors of his upper class family and nearly never mentioned. Alice usually ignored the spirits or drank the sense away, but with Carter at his side he feels more secure to try and communicate with them. The friendship then gruadually becomes a case of 'opposites attract' sort of romantic intimacy.

Since you said that I could do whatever, I decided that I would prefer to start the roleplay over. I enjoyed the gradual romance between these two very different people and I wish to engage in it again, perhaps with more thought to it now. Some things we did during the live action one will appear here but I think most will be very different.

I pronouce this roleplay...
ABRIENDO!

[Cyraus]

Alice Powell stared vacantly at the blank wall to the right of him where there used to be tall, gaping windows the preceding year. Due to the violent brawl that erupted in the cafeteria that ended up with a fourteen-year-old right below one of the windows with shards of glass impaling his back the windows were replaced with cement, wood, metal, and plaster. Alice eyes occasionally drifted to the area and he sometimes missed the view of outside, however dull and commonplace it was. But now that the cafeteria was without the windows Alice felt ever more confined in the room. It wasn't that he despised being in school, but rather in the commons where consuming and tedious socializing loomed. Whereas other students looked forward to the forty-five minute break from the classes, Alice usually dreaded it. He would work on any assignments but the perpetual chatter and laughing aggravated him too much to concentrate on them.
Alice's eyes trailed over to his 'friends' where they engaged in conversation; it was more of a one-way conversation however. The one talking was Luis, a scrawny and pimple-faced video game addict who fancies himself an intelligent person just because of his science fiction space jargon. The one who stared blankly at Luis was the tico named Rafael; he actually worked well with arithmetic and algebra but was lost in nearly every other class. There were a few other students at the table whose names and characteristics Alice didn't bother to learn. Sometimes he wondered why he ever stuck with these idiots but then reminded himself that he didn't want anyone thinking he was a lonely loser. He didn't really give a damn what anyone thought of him, but if people thought he was lonely they might pursue a friendship with him.
With a silent sigh, Alice stared down at his tray and began nibbling on the rest of the crust off his pizza. A wave of sudden and perturbed energy loomed over him and he threw down his piece of crust. He glared at the space around him, recognizing this essence as Genie, the annoying schoolgirl whose spirit was very much alive despite the two decades she's been dead. This spirit would drive Alice over the edge in school too often by startling him for her own amusement. She was one of the few who could make a faint image of herself before him. Thankfully, he had found a very effective antidote to her presence.
Alice took a long swig from his 'water bottle' and soon felt the energy recede. The liquid in it was actually a mixture of vodka and water, an ingenious concoction he devised himself. Vodka was clear and had no distinct odor or taste. He would easily get by teachers with the claim that the water bottle was necessary because he got dehydrated often. The downside to it is that if anyone should sip from it the guise would be foiled. But Alice had been bringing the bottle to and from school every day for the last four years and no one had even asked him for a drink. How he obtained the vodka was a little more conspicuous.
With his age often being mistaken as years younger, Alice would never be able to pull off presenting himself in a liquor store. He had gotten acquainted with a bum downtown who supplied him with a $30 bottle of Russian juice for double the price, which meant that Alice would have to give him $90 for each bottle he needed. Fortunately, it wasn't a problem coming up with the cheddar at all due to his upper-class family. His father had a system of giving $20 with each A his children brought home. To his other two siblings in school it was a challenge getting any more than three A's, but it was very easy for the high school's valedictorian. Along with the traditional chores-for-allowances procedure, Alice could come up with the money for three bottles every month. Dipping the tip of a pinkie into his savings could get him up to seven.
After his drink, Alice held the bottle up to his eyes and saw that it was nearly empty. He finished off the rest of the alcohol and got up from his seat. Taking his tray with him, he walked across the cafeteria and set it on the counter where the dishwashers could collect the trays. Alice took the path to his locker while keeping the empty bottle with him. He never threw away the bottle for fear of the alcohol being detected... in whatever ways it could be. He didn't know what happened after a bottle is thrown away nor did he care to learn; with something as vital as his vodka, Alice took as many precautions as he felt were needed. Once opening his locker, he stuffed the empty bottle in his school bag and took off the sheet at the bottom of the locker. It concealed a black case with a number lock on it. Putting in the code 137, he opened it and took out one of the bottles of his concoction it contained. After locking the case, he closed the locker and sat down with his back to the locker.
Despite all the alcohol he has, Alice has never gotten his blood alcohol level up to the point of drunkenness. He knows the idiocy in playing around with alcohol unlike most of the school who apparently ignored everything that they've been informed of regarding alcohol and its dangers. I actually have a reasonable cause to drink, thought Alice staring at the ceiling, which wasn't to loosen up and have fun, or to relieve stress, or because adults do it, or because friends do it, or to get fucked, or any other bullshit excuse adolescents make these days.
A snickering guy ran passed Alice with a red-faced one pursuing him. Once the chaser caught up to to the other, Red Face wrapped his arm around the other's neck and shoved his fist into Chuckles' stomach repeatedly. Chuckles broke free from Red Face's restraint and shoved the other into the locker making a loud clatter. Red Face repeated the same thing to Chuckles and kneed him in the gut. Alice shook his head and sipped his bottle thinking. Dammit, Dad. There was one thing that you should've taken from my bitchy mother. Red Face finished Chuckles off with a punch to the jaw which sent the guy to the ground. I should've been sent to a boarding school.

[Ichigo Kulric]

((HA HA! PRISS.))

Being a senior was normally all peachy-keen and easy because all the work you had to do in the rest of high school paid it off.
So it was only natural to work, do your homework, get As and Bs, and be a social-friendly teen, right? Wrong. This was not the case for Carter Allen. Hell no. Carter was an 18 year old who had to repeat fifth grade. However, he was an okay student, got mostly Bs and Cs, but his only problem was skipping. This morning he had even done it. But now since Jethro had gone to school, he decided to go along with since he had nothing better to do.
He was already high, and somewhat drunk, but that was normal. So when Jethro had started 'play' fighting with Rick, he just rolled his eyes and smirked. Finishing his cigarette off, he tossed the butt aside and then went into the building to follow his friends.
It was easy to find them, they made enough noise as it was. The guys were slamming into lockers, snickering but nevertheless looked serious about it. Which, in a way, they were. It was all business for them. Who would dominate whom. Carter just sighed and ran a hand through his untidy dark brown hair, before slamming his hands into his pockets. His spike bracelets rose up a bit as he did so, but he paid no mind to it. Rounding the corner, Carter watched Jethro punch Rick in the jaw, and the guy hit the floor hard. "Hey hey, careful now. Don't get too rough, the teaches will be pissed. Let's go now so we don't risk anythin'." He said this all calmly and walked over to his partner in crime and wrapped an arm around him. He didn't even notice Alice. Jethro smirked and wrapped his own arm around Carter's waist. Though Jethro was 6''3, Carter was still tall. He reached a height of 6''1.
The two chuckled together, their foreheads touching as they did. Finally, Jethro looked over Carter's shoulder to see Alice sitting down by the lockers. When he did look, it only made Carter turn to see. Jethro nudged him and he just obliged by lifting Rick over his shoulder. He started to follow Jethro out, but then looked over his shoulder and then gave a quick salute and wink to the boy as he left.

With the help of Jet (the personal nickname for his bf), Carter was able to get both himself and the unconcious Rick over the school fence. After that, it was easy. They simply ran back to Jet's house to do the normal thing they always did; get high and drunk.

Now Carter was a bad boy, yes... but he was also a pretty normal teen. He had his mom and dad in a nice decent house. He wasn't very rich at all, and they barely got by sometimes. But they were still a happy family. His mom was the best. She accepted anyone and even knew about his drinking, drugs, and sexuality. Carter was all the way open, not just gay. He didn't care what he had sex with. He was just like that. So his family was awesome, his dad had a small bar in the basement, and his mum WORKED at a bar, so it was an all-around fantasy life. But he had his own problems. Being a slacker was sometimes a little bit of burden to him. He at least worked, though he was planning on quitting soon. He was looking at an apartment complex in Chicago at the moment and saving up for it.

After five hours of video games, smoking pot, snorting coke, and guzzling down some beers, Jet, Rick and Carter all relaxed back in their Lay-z Boys and just fell into the moment. Carter was used to this... it was a two-days-a-week-to-get-high-in-a-group time. School would be getting out in a hour, so maybe he'd drive by there and pick up some of the homework that he had missed.

[Cyraus]

Alice had an assignment in front of him but the comotion down the hall was wavering his attention from it. He decided just to secretively observe the situation, giving brief glances every few seconds. Another guy walked passed him right after Red Face gave Chuckles a knock out blow, evidently an affiliate to the offenders. After a few moments Alice could see that the two men were romantic with each other with how they embraced each other, an observation that was unexpected of Alice. He knew neither one of them on an aquantaince level but knew some of their notorious behavior of skipping school and doing drugs, so it was a surprise that the two social delinquents would be homosexual. An image of the two fucking each other appeared in Alice's mind for a moment. He shook the thought away, muttering, "Gross."
He took a little sip of his vodka as the two noticed his presence at last. His returning gaze was an unimpressed one. As the two passed by him, the shorter, shaggier one gave him flirtatious gestures. His brow furrowed in reply and he shuddered in disgust when they disappeared around the corner. That was disturbing, he thought as he stood up. As he began walking to his fifth hour class, the bell sounded beginning the rush of obligation.

The alcohol Alice consumed during the lunch period was enough to get him throughout the last three classes without any impedence from Genie or any other spirits lurking in the school to whom he wasn't aware of. He doubted any other ghosts were around, aside from the occasional dead rat or cat. The auras of animals are the weakest but Alice senses them more often than humans, which didn't make much sense to him. The most common theory explaining hauntings is that the spirit is unrested because it has unfinished business. It didn't make sense for animals to have unfinished business. No matter, Alice didn't really concern himself with such questions since there would be no certain compromise to them anyway.
After the final bell rang, Alice leisurely walked to his locker and out of the school, chatting with no one and bidding no one goodbye. His house was located fourteen blocks away from the school and nearly halfway through it Alice suddenly halted his pace. He swung his backpack out from behind himself and zipped it open. After rummaging through it, he straightened himself and cried, "Goddammit!" Zipping the bag closed and throwing it over his back, Alice sprinted back the way he came. Four years! he thought frantically. How could I have forgotten my bottle after four years? Though he was desperate to get to the school as fast as he could, his poor stamina couldn't keep up with him and he was out of breath within four blocks. He walked for a while to catch his breath and started up the running again. After approaching the school at last, Alice slowed his pace down to a hurried walk as to not alarm anyone within the school. As he made his way he searched through his thoughts to remember which class he had left it in or wherever he could have left it. He didn't remember having it during the last hour since he needed it not so he decided to head toward his sixth hour class: German.
Composing himself, Alice entered in the class to find that Mrs. Klein was still present there. "Guten Tag, Alice," she said to him.
"Guten Tag, Frau Klein," said Alice. "Is my water bottle here?" They both scanned the room and Frau Klein pointed to his desk and said, "There it is. I didn't notice it." He walked over to the desk and grabbed it, feeling immense relief come over him.
"Dankeschön!" said Alice as he headed for the door. "Auf Wiedersehen."
"Auf Wiedersehen," replied Frau Klein with a smile.
Approaching the school's exit, Alice took a nice long gulp of his 'water'.

[Ichigo Kulric]

As soon as he felt well enough to drive, Carter headed out of Jet's house. He decided to give Rick a ride home since the bastard was dazed enough. The guy was holding his head and trying to catch some z's before he arrived home.
Carter turned the radio on, and had some soft classical music playing to calm himself down. But as soon as Rick heard it, the spikey blonde opened his eyes and then frowned. "What the hell is this shit? Dude... lame." He growled and leaned over and switched the tunes to hardcore rap, blasting it so loud Carter's ears hurt. The brunette winced and rolled his eyes, but otherwise did nothing. He was used to his buds not liking some of the things he did. Even Jet didn't listen to classical or anything soft like Carter did.
"So, yeah... how's it goin' with Jet? You two plannin' on movin' in together?" Rick said, his words a slur. Carter shook his head. "Nah. We talked and I just told him I didn't want to. I wanna live in Chicago and work there. It's... kinda not really in my interest to LIVE with him, but to be his boyfriend is fine I guess." Again Carter ran a hand through his messy hair, and got out his cigarrettes from his pocket and slipped one between his lips and lit it up. "You think Jet's mad about that?" Rick asked, though Carter knew he truly wasn't concerned. Honestly, Rick was kind of a jerk. A poser. A 'wanna-be'. So, he just shrugged, not really caring if his boyfriend was mad at him or not. He let out a huge puff of the toxic smoke, cracking open the window to let it out.
Thankfully, Rick had passed out after that so that he could turn the volume down and not have another stupid conversation.

After dropping off a dazed Rick, Carter made his way to the school. It didn't take long to get his crappy car to the building and he parked it in front of the curb and got out, slamming the car door shut and flicking his second cigarrette butt onto the lawn. He skipped the steps until he nearly bumped into someone. It was the boy from before.
"Oh, hey. It's you. 'Sup?" He said smugly, and saluted Alice again. "School's been out... ya look like yer wantin' a ride home. How 'bout it?" He jerked his head towards his car and gave him a small smile.

[Cyraus]

As he exited the school, Alice thought of what a scandal that would erupt if his secret was discovered. Since all of his water bottles look the same it would be very easy to connect an abandoned bottle of vodka to him. Firstly, he assumed his social status would probably rise quite a bit since the idiots in his school praise bold and lude behavior. Secondly, he would be suspended and possibly expelled if the police discovered the extensive time he'd been doing it. Juvenile detention would be a liable threat. Third, his father's realty company could suffer from the setback. Once all that happened, Alice could safely assme that his life would be ruined.
He wondered how he could make this more secretive but was at a loss for ideas currently. It was then that the guy with the unkempt hair appeared, having almost collided with Alice. Recoiling, he looked up at the teenager with a frown. The guy gave him the same salute as before and Alice raised an eyebrow, thinking, What the hell is with the salute? He felt disrespected even though the gesture was usually intended to display respect, however he doubted that the dude meant it in that fashion. At the offer of a ride home, Alice shook his head and said, "I don't think so. My house isn't very far from here." He stepped aside and continued on his way. Where does this guy get off? Getting a ride home with a crack-headed pervert? No thanks.

[Ichigo Kulric]

Carter stopped him. "Hey, hey now... What's the rush? Come on.. one block or two or more it don't matter. I'll give ya a lift. It's no big." He wrapped his arm around Alice's shoulder, practically forcing him to go to his car. He opened the door for him. "Where do ya live? Ya might live close to me." He was lying. Of COURSE this guy wouldn't be living around Carter's area. He was in the modern area, and the way this guy had his hair cut and how... proper he looked just made him look like a....
"Say, what's yer name, Priss?" He asked with a smirk, suddenly loving this nickname. He didn't think he'd ever get rid of it even if he did find out the kid's name. And who knows? Maybe he would be able to see the kid around. A soft breeze flew by, and Carter caught a whiff of something that he was all to familiar with. He looked down at the bottle in Alice's hands, and frowned. He suddenly snatched it away and took a huge sniff, smelled nothing, then took a sip. "Huh. Vodka. Whadda ya know?" He grinned mischievously, and handed the boy back his drink. "Aren't you a little young?" He joked, winking yet again. "Here, get in." He nodded to the open door.

[Cyraus]

With a perturbed expression, Alice was about to refuse the guy's offer once again but lost his train of thought when the adolescent put his hands on him. A major pet peeve of Alice was being touched especially by people he didn't know. This was one of those cases. Alice cringed away from the guy while still approaching his car, only so that he wouldn't have to be touched again. When the guy made the joking inference that Alice could live near him, he quietly scoffed thinking, Yeah, I'm sure your caddy shack would be a lovely addition to my two-story estate. His teeth clenched at the guy's question; he was both irritated due to the question itself and the little nickname afterward. The bastard doesn't even know my name and already has a nickname for me. Nevertheless, Alice didn't answer his question. He was quite self-conscious of his name and seldom introduced himself even when asked to.
Alice recoiled when the guy reached for him again but was aghast when he snatched his bottle away from him. "What the hell!" he shouted as he reached for it. By then it was too late and the delinquent already had sipped it. Alice's face fell when he was able to identify it as vodka. My God, he thought in disbelief. And I thought that leaving it at school would reveal my secret. With a glower, Alice took back the bottle and snapped, "Bullshit. Speak for yourself, idiot." But he bit back his tongue, realizing that this drug junkie had access to the secret that could ruin his life. He wasn't sure if the faggot knew it, but he didn't want to risk any chances. With this in mind, allowing the drive home was an obligation. Fuming in his head, Alice walked up to the car and sat in the back seat; this way the dude wouldn't have access to him to pull off any kinky shit. Rubbing his eyes, he thought of how ironic the situation was. I came to school to get my bottle to make sure that no one found me out and in doing that this fuckhead did exactly the thing I was trying to avoid.

[Ichigo Kulric]

((Ooooo...fiesty. >XD))

Pretty much ignoring the kid's bitching, Carter smirked and just rolled his eyes. "No name, huh? Fine...I'll just call ya Priss until ya get yerself one." He watched the boy get into the car and just frowned. He easily shrugged off the other's rudeness and went around and got into the driver's seat. "Ya coulda came up here, I ain't gunna do anything." He laughed then and popped a cigarrette into his mouth before starting up the car.
"'Kay...tell me where ya live, Priss. I'll get ya home safely." He gave the younger a cocky smirk in the rear-view mirror and took off. As they were driving, Carter rolled down his window so he could let the smoke out, and his already wild hair started whipping around. Holding the cig between his teeth, he took a turn towards the richer side of town. He peered out of the window, grinning with awe. "Weeeell....... Snob Hill. Heh. Wonder what you 'leash and collars' do for fun. For us tramps, we do whatever we want." He glanced back real quick. "Lady and the Tramp reference. Ya know, the Disney movie?" Instead of waiting, Carter just turned back to the front, strolling right along. Damn...this kid had attitude. Carter liked it. He was SUCH a prissy princess.

Carter spat out the rest of the cigarrette from his mouth out the window, and stroked his peach fuzz. He'd have to shave again soon. It seemed like his hair just loved to grow. Pulling up at the curb in front of Priss's house, Carter looked behind him and offered his hand. "I'm Carter by the way." He said with a grin.

[Cyraus]

With every passing moment with this teenager Alice got more offended by him. He rolled his eyes at the guy's comment about him sitting in the backseat, thinking, Yeah, I'm sure I can trust a gay drug addict who fucks legal delinquents and is unable to take no for an answer. His street talk aggravated him each time he spoke. A belief of his is that if one couldn't correctly pronounce a word then one should not use that word. On that account, Alice felt that this dude should just shut up completely because nearly every word that came out of his mouth was lazily said. What chafed him most is when the faggot began to smoke in the car. Smoking was viewed as a disgusting habit to Alice. The guy didn't even bother ask if it would disturb him if he began doing that. Oddly enough, he actually didn't mind being called 'Priss' for it was better than his actual name.
It was when the dude asked for the directions toward which his house was located that Alice began to panic. Oh shit, he thought realizing what deep of a hole he had just dug for himself. If I give him my address not only will he know where I live but he'll also know that I have access to money. He knows my secret and can blackmail me for some cash. Lowering his head, he rubbed his forehead with his fingers and thought, Fuck! Why didn't I think of that before all this? After a few moments, an idea entered his head. He wanted to think it over but he had to respond quickly so the silence wouldn't seem suspicious to the homo driving.
"It's on Alexander Avenue," said Alice with an even tone. He didn't expect the dude to know where the street was so he just gave him directions throughout the drive. Once they arrived on the street, Alice began looking for the smallest house on either side of the avenue. He gave the guy a quizzical look after he referenced Sinatra and a Disney movie he had little memory of. Why, we leash-and-collars enjoy fine dining, attending expensive operas, and participating in parties that support charities so we can brag to our wives that we did our good-deed for the year. After looking ahead a few houses, he spotted a rather regular, one-story residence and said to the guy, "It's right up here. The small, brown one on the right." When the car slowed to a stop, Alice was eager to get out but saw that his chaffeur had his hand out for him to take. The faggot had the name Carter, which he thought was a juvenile name like Tyler or Colby.
Alice took Carter's hand and said, "Thank you for the ride." While keeping his name a mystery still, he got out of the car and onto the boulevard. Approaching the house that was not his own, he decided to go behind it as if going through a back door. Once concealed from Carter by the house, Alice took a long sip of his vodka and looked across the alley that he was facing where his actual house was located. It was a few houses to the right but he knew that if he sprinted across the way he might not be seen. He wasn't sure whether or not the car was still there but he didn't dare peek. With a few deep breaths, Alice ran straight ahead so he was still concealed by the house to the sidewalk. After that he scuttled down to the right passed the houses and arrived at the largest house in the neighborhood; his own. As he walked up the steps to the front door, he laughed and thought, I can't believe how easy that was. Last time I see that fucking homo again...

[Ichigo Kulric]

((Okay, Priss is starting to piss me off...but then again, he always did. That's why his ass is gunna be Carter's. XD But what a fucking cum guzzling whore mongrel snobbish toy poodle of a bitch who is a rich sucker and buys anything he can to ignore his kids and the priss knows he's gay and he can't see how much of an as he really is and how much of a suck up prick he is, but thankfully that small prick will be soon violated by a sexy rogue who at least has feelings and a heart, and a job, mind priss, so he actually makes a good living while killing himself at the same time with drugs and alcohol and yet he still has the patience to not punch priss in the face because he knows just how much of a fucking priss the fuck is being! AND WHO YOU CALLING A FAGGOT, PRINCESS!! YOU MIGHT AS WELL CALL YERSELF ONE CAUSE YOUR ASS WILL BE HIS!! *huffs and pants and then sits down* I'm done.))

Carter watched the priss go, knowing full well this was not the princess's house. No way. He acted way too snobbish and dressed like a pansy. He drove off despite this, and ignored his devious thoughts on this boy...for now...

About fifteen minutes later, after having gone to a convenient store and buying cigs, Monster energy drinks and junk food galore, Carter pulled into his driveway to his small house. Upon entering, he was immediatly attacked by a vicious blood-thirsty monster, causing him to fall back and his store supplies to tumble out of the bag.
"Woah! Hey, hey, Abby, Abby!" He laughed as his golden retriever lab mix lapped at his face. He pet her, ruffling her fur and giving her light kisses on the snout.
"Is that my darling son?" Came an angelic, cheerful voice. Carter watched his mom come into the room with a huge smile on her face. Her long golden hair all up in a bun. She looked messy. Probably die to the fact that she was wresting her baking apron and had a caked spoon in her left hand. As Carter got up, he brushed Abby down again and took his mother in for a hug. "Hey, Mom. How was yer day?" He asked as he pulled away. She laughed then gave him a kiss on his fuzzy cheek. "Great. Your father brought home some big bucks today, so we're celebratin' with cookies!" Carter smacked his lips. "Mmm mmm! You always make the best ones!" He said, grinning, then gave his mom a kiss before walking into the dining room. His father was sitting at the table, sipping coffee and playing cards with Carter's younger sister, Georgia. At the enterence of her brother, Georgia beamed and ran out oif her chair so get big brother could pick get up. She giggled as he tickled her sides and then sge hugged him. "Guess what, Carder?" She chirped, making him smile at his nickname. When Georgia was young, she couldn't pronounce Carter right, so she ended up pronouncing him 'Carder', which has stayed ever since.
"'waus that, baby?" He asked her. She played with his peach fuzz as she talked. "I beat Daddy in Blackjack! Twice!" He chuckled then joined his family at the table to play a round of cards.

((Abby: 1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P7qu1wDYAw/SIeyTcUCoaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/I1R039MIVMM/s400/Tabitha%2BAndrews.jpg ))

[Cyraus]

((.... oh my God....))
It was evident after several minutes that Carter would never approach the door, to Alice's grin. Though the house was only two stories, the ceilings were quite tall so it appeared larger. It wasn't nearly as extravagant as a mansion, but it was much more elegant as the regular house. The tiles had intricate designs engraved into the linoleum and where there was carpeting it was made of woven cotton in multiple earthly tones. Leaving his school bag at the end of the elaborate iron banister of the stairs, Alice strolled into the kitchen the size of a bedroom. The surface of the counters and the nook was marble and the cupboards was a dark mahogany with a stainless steel oven and refrigerator. Alice opened the refrigerator that was nearly filled to the brim with drinks, containers, and packages of food. He huffed and muttered, "Nothin'." Closing the door, he got a glass and set it in the slot in the refrigerator which poured water into it.
"Why are you home so late?" asked Dylan, Alice's eleven-year-old brother, as he opened a cupboard to take out a bag of cookies.
"None of your business," murmured Alice before taking a sip of his water.
"That's what you always say," replied his brother as he shoved a cookie into his throat. "Why don't you ever speak anymore?" Letting out an irate sigh, Alice turned to his younger brother and snapped, "You want me to speak? Here, listen to this. Why do you ask so many questions? Why do you always have to piss me off? Why do you get so bored that you have to make other people miserable for your own amusement?" Dylan threw the package of cookies at Alice and shouted, "Shut the hell up, you jerk!" With the cookies hitting him and falling to the floor, he cursed loudly and Dylan scuttled out of the room.
"Fucking ay, Dylan! I'm not cleaning this up!" After a moment of deliberation, Alice decided to clean it up no matter the circumstances. Dylan would bitch and moan to his father until the ultimate result was Alice on his knees scrubbing out the crumbs and chocolate off the linoleum.
After erasing the evidence of a brawl, Alice grabbed a bag of chips and a handful of snack bars. As he made his way toward the stairs leading to his room, his other brother, Matt, appeared behind him and wrapped his arm around Alice's neck.
"Get the hell off of me, Matt!" groaned Alice trying to writhe out his brother's grasp. His brother laughed and said, "You should thank me for trying to cheer you up. You seem like a dead person these days."
"Maybe you guys should stop killing me and maybe I'll stop," muttered Alice as he trudged up the steps with his school bag. Matt shook his head and walked off, murmuring song lyrics.
Once Alice got to his room, he immediately set up his homework and began his homework. Most of his room was organized like his shelves and desk but his closet, bed, and dresser drawers were quite a mess. He was never quite organized with things that didn't relate with his schoolwork. Throughout that whole night, he never once thought of Carter again.

[Ichigo Kulric]

They had supper after playing cards and even a little Monopoly. They had to pause, of course, and Georgia was assigned to clear thr table, and Carter to set it. Emilia, Carter's mother, just happened to make a mexican feast, complete with burritos, rice, chips and salsa, etc.
When that was done, Carter's father, Mic, was lounging on the couch, taking a quick nap. Emilia was helping Georgia do the dishes, Georgia's worst chore. So during this time Carter went upstairs to his room, Abby following along with a trot. Getting to Carter's room was easy (just down the hall, last door to the left), but getting INTO the blasted thing was only something the young adult could do. He kicked his door opened, pushing through the piles of clothes, empty pop cans, several beer cans, cigarrette packs, and a ton of video games. Funny thing was, Carter's room didn't stink....it actually smelled good: Axe, the 'chocolate' kind. Then again, he never smoked in there without the window open.
Throwing himself onto his messy bed, he held a cig in his mouth loosely and stared up at the ceiling. He twirled the stick in his mouth, just thinking about the Priss. He seemed waaaay too stuck up to living in that small house. It was a definate; the Priss had lied to him...but why?
"I want you to know! With everything I won't let this go! These words are my heart and soul. And I won't let go!" Carter ignored his ringtone for a moment, knowing it was Jet just being bored. After another call, he lazily picked up the phone. "Hey yo." He said. At first, there was no sound but then a loud moan suddenly came from the other side of the line. Carter rolled his eyes...he had been expecting this. "Jet you perv. Do you need something or are you just bothering me?" Carter asked with a grin. A sensual sigh. "I need you, baby." Carter scoffed. "Goodnight, Jet." He said with heavy sarcasm, then hung up on his ridiculously random boyfriend. Suddenly yawning, Carter looked at the time to see it was way too early to go to bed. So he just turned on his X-Box and played games until 3 am, before passing out despite having school the next day.

[Cyraus]

((There's not only differences in personality and lifestyle between Alice and Carter but also families. They are like living oxymorons to each other. ^^))
As he studied his textbook on the language and culture of Germany, Alice heard the door to the house open and close. Giving a glance over to the clock, he inferred that his twenty-two-year-old sister Jeane had an issue with a possible compromise at the house. He concluded this because she never returned home as early as seven p.m. Due to the space of the house, any sounds louder than the normal voice would easily echo throughout the rooms. He only listened in until he knew what the problem was. As Alice expected, Jeane went to confide in their father, Martin. It only took a few moments for the indistinguishable murmuring to escalate into raised voices. He could hear a mixture of snaps and reprimands that enabled Alice to put the story together rather quickly: Jeane needed monetary assistance for an issue with her car and couldn't pay it because she had borrowed her money to a friend. Father was displeased with this and complained of her irresponsibility and the fact that she couldn't hand money out to people now that she was depending on her own income.
Alice didn't bother to listen in anymore after that; it usually took the two quite a while to settle out their aggravated thoughts and find a compromise. He took out his ipod and began listening to White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane. The Alice in Wonderland reference to the song didn't bother him; he only does when people relate him to it. He wasn't very crazy about music at all but he usually listened to the songs from 60's to 90's. Seldom did he ever go near music that was made less than ten years earlier. Even though he usually only listened to music to tune out arguments, Alice thought strongly that current music was terribly without passion or inspiration. The argument between Jeane and her father went off and on until nine.
After studying, Alice read a mystery novel until eleven and shut off the lights. It took him about an hour to fall asleep during which he thought about chasing white rabbits.

In third hour the next day, Alice was finishing up on an assignment. He felt the essence of Genie startle him once again. His eyes darted around him and he noticed a smoky figure to the right of him. Barely audible words echoed in his head and he distinguished the message as, "You didn't do very well on your quiz, Alice." His eyebrows furrowed and that's when the history teacher, Mr. Sullivan, called out to a student to pass out the quizzes of the preceding day. Once he was handed his quiz, he scanned through it and noticed that on the essays a few points were docked. He still had an exceptional grade, but even Genie knew that Alice hated getting any lower than a hundred on anything.
However, this was expected to Alice. From what he gathered, Sullivan had a personal grudge against his father. They had been classmates during high school and Sullivan's goal of reaching the top of the class was always overthrown by Martin. Now, Sullivan has two children who aren't very near to any honor roles yet Sullivan still lowers Alice's grade. Raising his own child's grade would be suspicious, but no one would care to notice a few points off of the valedictorian's paper. All of his siblings experienced the same thing to Alice's knowledge. But it didn't concern Alice very much. As long as he got an A, he was fine.

[Ichigo Kulric]

Opening his eyes was hard. Getting up to trudge towards the annoying alarm clock was hard. Trying to find the blasted thing was even hard. But picking it up, and then chucking it across the room like a pro pitcher was easy. "CARTER JAMES ALLEN! STOP BREAKING THOSE CLOCKS!" His mom's shrill voice sounded from down stairs.

Carter eventually got to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, smothered himself in Axe Dark Temptations, and left for school. When he got to class, he was two hours late because he had decided to drive around with energy drinks drowning his mouth and smoked a half of pack of cigs.
However he just waltzed into class, looking bored already, and hit the back. He slumped into his chair and drummed his fingers onto his desk yet still had that debonair look. The teacher was used to his late arrivals, and just passed out his graded paper without looking at him, and still talked with the class. Carter flipped a corner to see it was a D. He scoffed and crumpled it up, then shot it across the room into the recycle bin when Mr. Sullivan wasn't looking. However he did hear the shot, and right in the middle of his sentence, said dully; "No throwing while I'm talking, Mr. Allen." The class snickered at that, but they weren't the only ones. Carter chuckled himself and winked at a few girls that were giggling about it. They rolled tgeir eyes playfully and looked back to the front.
Sighing, Carter crossed his arms and sat back in his seat more, closing his eyes and prepared to snooze. But then just before he closed them, he saw some blonde and a sweater vest. He sat up in his seat and cocked a smirk. Well well...the priss was in his class and he hadn't even known it. Then again, this hour was normally his nap time. Leaning forward a bit more, he wrinkled up a paper he had had in his pocket, and chucked it at the priss. When he did look, Carter gave him a small wave, looking a little too cheerful.
"Psst! Dude! Who ya waving at?"
Carter's ears perked up and he looked to his left. Oh yeah, Rick was in this class too. He winked at him then grinned. "Oh, just some rich kid I met." He sounded like he was bragging. Rick didn't look convinced. He looked at Priss, then at Carter, then back again, and raised his eyebrows. "Ya have the hots for HIM?" Carter blinked. "What the fuck? I'm dating Jet." He whispered harshly. Rick rolled his eyes. "Ya KNOW Jet's screwin' Kate Mitchells. It's pretty much an 'open' relationship." He growled back.
Carter waved him off and just sat back, ignoring the bad rhoughts in his mind.