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Post by Cyraus on May 18, 2011 19:15:32 GMT -5
Initially, Alice didn't concern himself with the student who appeared in the classroom more than half through class. However, his aura detector wasn't only for ghosts; he could also distinguish the presence of specific people at times. With the help of that and the sudden odor of cigarettes and some sort of nauseatingly strong cologne, he recognized this student as the homosexual delinquent he had the misfortune of meeting with the day before. Carter didn't seem to notice him as he lagged across the classroom to his desk in the way back. Alice ignored him, but also secretly prayed that he wouldn't realize that he was in the same class. More subtle words came out of Genie's presence. Alice frowned when he worded them out as the phrase, "A boy is staring at you..." "Shut up," he muttered to her, indifferent toward her message. He then took a long drink of his vodka and the entity gradually declined in existence. Sighing, he returned to his assignment. It was then that a crumpled piece of paper hit him on the back of the head. With an annoyed huff, he turned his head and glowered at a happily waving Carter. Son of a bitch, thought Alice bitterly. He gave the guy an apathetic sway of his hand that looked more like waving Carter off than greeting him. Turning back to his desk, he sighed and took out his mystery novel.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on May 18, 2011 20:31:35 GMT -5
((Aww! Poor Carter! And Axe is a deordorizer AND cologne, and it is NOT that strong even if a lot is put on. XP))
At the most pathetic wave ever given in the history of wave givings, Carter frowned and his waving hand drooped. Fine then fuck you too. He thought bitterly and sat back in his seat but just layed his head right down on his desk and fell asleep for the remainder of the hour.
The bell shook him awake and he groggily got up from his desk to leave the room. But first he had to pay a visit. He slammed his books down on the priss's desk just before he got up. Grinning like a psychotic pedophile, Carter hovered over him like a shadow. "Hey Priss. What's up? Say uh....we should hang out some time. I've ah...got a few things we could do if ya catch my drift." He made a motion of drinking a beer with his hand. "But uh...ya know, whenever ya can. Perhaps after school?" Hd raised hia eyebrows and smacked his lips together and quickly interrupted him. "I'll pick ya up ta give ya a ride home. Just give me an answer when I see ya. Later." He waved then dashed off for senior high lunch.
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Post by Cyraus on May 22, 2011 12:57:57 GMT -5
((Ha! That's what you think. Try talking to the ones who have to suffer with it. ^^)) Once the bell rang, Alice began gathering up his stuff when Carter appeared and hovered over him. He recoiled out from under him and stood up, giving him a glowering face. At the invitation to 'hang out' he only gave a raised eyebrow. What the hell is with this guy? Can't he see that I don't want anything to do with him? What he said afterward made Alice's eyes widen. Does he mean sex? he thought with an uneasy knot forming in his chest. But then Carter made the motion that indicated drinking alcohol. Oh, he thought as a wave of relief overcame him. When Alice was about to reply, Carter had already interrupted him with smacking his lips. That stalled the disturbed Alice long enough for Carter to tell him that he would pick him up after school in a accented laziness. With that, Carter walked off without hearing Alice's response. He let out a breath in a hiss and left the classroom. Does he see me as some sort of challenge for friendship? he thought approaching his locker. As he opened it, he tried to think up a plan of how he could evade meeting up with Carter and having him drive him home once again. I'm not hard-to-get, he thought smiling to himself. I'm impossible-to-get. With that, he slammed his locker shut.
At the end of the day, Alice gathered up his things and left the school. However, this method of leaving was different from his usual. He would go out the entrance facing the path he used to get to his home. This time, he went out the entrance at the opposite end of the school. Fortunately he knew of a few other paths than the typical one used. Feeling safely evaded from Carter, Alice coninued his way.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on May 25, 2011 13:30:21 GMT -5
Unfortunatly for Alice, Carter had figured that the boy would sneak out back. But that wasn't why he was there. He wasn't stalking him, but he was actually taking a quick smoke for the whole last hour of school. Just finishing off with his cigarrette, Carter flicked the butt away and exhaled slowly, then started walking to go to the front to try and find the priss, when he was tackled to the ground. He huffed as he hit the ground, his chin painfully hitting the cement sidewalk. Then he heard the voices above him. "Hey Carter, don't be so loose! Yo we coulda killed ya!" "Yah, and Jet would never forgive us!" chirped in another voice. The group laughed above Carter, who ended up chuckling himself. "I woulda never forgivin' ya. Now get off, Skye!" He laughed and bucked the curly blonde off of him and stood up, rubbing his chin and grinning like a doofus. His 'gang' or buddies were all there. Rick, Wyatt, and Skye, who had jumped him. Rick still looked beat up, but then again, Rick was a scrawny thing with no muscles, unlike Carter who was well built despite his own scrawny figure. It was mostly from free running with the guys all the time. Wyatt was your average looking guy with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He was normally the quiet one, despite his intimidating size of 6"4. He was on the basketball team with Jet. Then there was Skye, who is a punk ass gangsta wanna be. He was wearing low jeans that made his ass hang out, and a baggy ripped up worn shirt he probably hasn't washed in a week. Skye had bright sky eyes, but weren't so piercing like Carter's ice blues. He had a bunch of freckles and tons of scars from skate boarding and 'shooting', which was something he did often. Carter looked around for their 'leader' but didn't see him around. "Where's Jet?" he asked bluntly. The guys shrugged but Wyatt spoke up, despite his quiet voice. "I saw him leave with that Jenna chick." Carter frowned deeply, and that's when Alice came by. The guys noticed him first and Skye, being abnoxious, catcalled. "'Ey 'ey! Wanna come play with us, Princess?" Carter, getting distracted from his disappointment with Jet, raised his eyebrows and turned his head to see Priss. He instantly beamed. "Hey! Priss! I got this guys, see ya later!" He waved them off, and they started whining and making jokes behind his back, which he just gave them the finger to. He jogged up to Alice, still grinning. "Hey! Ready?" He asked cheerfully, twirling his keys around his finger.
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Post by Cyraus on May 29, 2011 16:14:32 GMT -5
As he edged away from the school, Alice's eyes dulled at the comment made by a bunch of guys not too far away. While he didn't dignify the insult with a glance, he recognized the voice that greeted him and said farewell to his friends. Will I ever be able to get away from this guy? he thought with a bitter sigh. He continued his pace despite Carter's invitation, only responding with, "No, thank you." Knowing him enough, Alice presumed that the denial wouldn't make Carter slow a beat. The opening and closing of a screen door made Alice's eyes shift over to the white residence two houses ahead of where he was. Out came a middle-age man with long, unkempt dark hair and in a white beater and tight blue jeans that were spattered in blood. Scratching his stubble with the dull side of his kitchen knife, he hopped down the steps leading to his house. As he walked passed he gave Alice a smile and said, "Nice hair." Alice returned the smile and replied, "Nice knife." This spirit appeared every time Alice passed by the house on 421 Greenwood Road, which he rarely did. The first time this man appeared to him, Alice was freaked out, especially with the compliment. After doing some research on the residence, he was able to reach the identity of the ghost: Gary Wuncler, the convicted murderer of his wife, Francine, and his child. According to the criminal records after an argument with his wife, the man took a knife and stabbed her thirty-one times. The little two-year-old child, Nathan, had witnessed the act and Wuncler had asphyxiated him to death. The whole case was very controversial over either putting him to death or exempting him from that due to his drunkenness that Wuncler claimed he was in. In the end, he was given life in prison. Ten years before, he died in his cell from an unknown assaulter. From how sober Wuncler looked every time that Alice saw him, he assumed that he'd been relieved of capital punishment under false pretenses. No matter, Alice always returned his compliment which wasn't always 'nice hair', but it's been 'nice glasses' and 'nice cardigan' and 'nice shoes'. After the short conversation, Wuncler walked out onto the street and dissipated into the air. The appearance and disappearance was a constant, in spite of Alice's attempts to try and communicate more at previous times. He chuckled for a moment but then realized that Carter was still behind him. A wave of dread passed over him but he shook it off and continued walking, hoping that he didn't notice anything.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on May 30, 2011 21:00:19 GMT -5
Carter frowned at the priss's response. But, nevertheless, he followed along. "Ya know, Priss.... I have a car." He said dully. He was tginking of turning back, but this boy was really intriguing him more and more by the second. So, Carter just shoved his hands in his pockets and followed along. It seemed the priss had forgotten about him within seconds, because the silence was so annoying, Cater was just about to open his mouth to speak, but the other said something that made him blink in surprise. Nice knife? What the fuck did that mean? Carter had a knife, a switchblade, but it was hidden deep in his pocket. "Wait, what?" He asked, coming up closer. "What do you mean, 'nice knife'?" He was very confused and noticed how Priss looked a different way. Was he not seeing someone? Helooked around but saw no one. Was this kid insane? He decided to shrug it off. "So, ah... Where we goin'?" He asked simply, his dull expression back on his face. He took out his pack of cigarettes and slapped it into the palm of his hand, getting all the nicotine to the tips. He took one out with his teeth and lit it up. He huffed a few, just following along, knowing he didn't have anything better to do.
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Post by Cyraus on May 31, 2011 22:10:30 GMT -5
Alice let out a hissing sigh at Carter's acknowledgment at what he said earlier to the apparition. Thinking for a moment, he said, "It's nothing. I was remembering a humorous phrase from this novel I'm reading." He smiled at his clever lie he came with up on the spot. His dread lifted when Carter changed the subject, although the question what quite a stupid one. With his back still to Carter, Alice rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I am heading to my house, if that isn't obvious enough. I don't know where you are going but I'd prefer if it wasn't my own destination as well." If that isn't a clear sign to get the fuck off my back, thought Alice, then I don't know what is.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 1, 2011 9:07:02 GMT -5
Carter was getting the hint, 100%. However, Carter was sly enough to play stupid. "Your place huh? Sounds cool! I got some of the 'stuff' in my pocket....just a little though." Carter stopped abruptly and looked at his phone. It was fifteen minutes to four; he had just remembered he had to be somewhere. "Say uh, Priss... How 'bout we meet up tonight? At the school yard by the huge oak tree? I'll be waiting. Meet me at midnight, 'kay?" He gave one last grin then dashed off, giving a lazy backhand wave as he ran.
When Carter got back to his car, he found it was already occupied. "Jet! Hey!" He said cheerfully. His heart lept as Jethro grinned back at him, opening the car door for him from the inside as he approached. "Hey baby, gunna take meh somewherez?" Jet cooed as Carter swung himself into the driver's seat. "Yeah, definatly. Café? Cheap restaurant?" He cracked a side grin, very happy to be with Jet. However the latino shook his head. "Nah babe. Dat's fer losers. How 'bout da bar, mí chico sexy?" Carter's heart dropped for a moment. He didn't want to go to the bar at all... "Ya know I hafta work tomorrow." He said dully. Jet just shrugged. "Big deal, one drink won't kill ya." Carter gave his boyfriend a nervous smile, but just drove off anyways.
Even though they were under aged, Carter and Jet 'knew' most of the employees at the small bar called Jim's. The main guy, Pete, was always working behind the counters. He was huge and looked like a black bear. Carter had been nervous the first time meeting him, but Jet had calmly introduced them. Now, theyz waz tight. "'My man Jet and good ol' C.J." Pete's big voice boomed. Carter cringed and gave a weak smile, hating that nickname. No one was allowed to call him that besides Pete. "Yo, Petie, 'was up?" Jet grinned and joined the bar with Carter. They ordered a couple beers, and chatted with Pete for the remainder of the day.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 13, 2011 20:25:44 GMT -5
The only responses Alice gave to Carter's words were irate grimaces and sighs to which Carter didn't notice due to Alice's facing away from him. Since he made it very clear to Carter that he didn't want anything to do with him, Alice now knew that the guy was intentionally aggravating him. He was appalled at Carter's mention of the 'stuff' in his pocket. The reference was subtle, but Alice assumed it was marijuana or some other drug. He discovered that I drink, he thought with perturbed alarm, and now he's thinks that I do that kind of shit? At Carter's invitation to the oak tree by the school, Alice only rolled his eyes and got even more irritated with him. As before, the queer walked off before receiving Alice's rejection. He was convinced that Carter wouldn't appeared at that place at his specified time; if he did, he would be in for a disappointment.
Once Alice entered his house, Dylan immediately swarmed him for assistance with his math homework. Usually, he would just ignore his brother and scold him for 'being dependent on everyone' but this was a problem he could easily help with. All Alice had to do was to explain the steps for finding the area and volume of different three-dimensional shapes. Afterward, he fixed himself a turkey sandwich and retreated behind his bedroom door for the rest of the sunlight hours. That day's homework was remarkably minute so Alice was able to finish his mystery novel within the free time. He was quite impressed with the author's complex and seemingly insignificant events and how he was able to tie them all together at the closure with no questions left unanswered. As Alice was googling the author for more novels, he heard a voice grunt, "Hey." He turned and saw a middle-age man leaning his back against the wall parallel to where Alice was. The man was rather husky with greying hair and vintage frame glasses. He was wearing a pale yellow polo striped with green and olive trousers and brown loafers. Alice made a wry smile and asked, "What are you doing here, Uncle Rick?" "Nice to see you too, Al," said Rick with a smirk. "Don't bother with any hugs; your hospitable welcome is quite enough for this old man." "I wasn't planning on it," said Alice. "I know it's weird, but I have a little discomfort toward hugging the deceased." Aside from Genie from the school, Uncle Rick is the spirit that Alice sees most often. He appears on no fixed interval, but the average that Alice would estimate would be one visitation every three weeks. He died rather young at the age of forty-seven from a heart attack. He wasn't the healthiest man with his luxury of creole dining down in New Orleans. Usually, Rick would present himself to give Alice some advice or a task to do. Alice enjoyed his lively presence until his uncle would discuss his real reasons for showing up were. "I see that you received a topping score on the state's math exam," said Rick with a bland face. "You never do settle when it comes to school, eh?" "Spare me from the congratulatory crap," said Alice in a sarcastically perturbed tone. "What do you want me to do?" Rick let out a hearty laugh before saying, "You used to like my humoring you." "That's when I didn't label it as humoring." "Of course. Well..." Rick walked from one side of the room to the other so that he was right beside Alice. "I see that you've made a new friend with... is his name Carter?" Alice's brows furrowed and he said, "Yeah, that's his name, I think. But why the hell are you talking about him?" Rick stood silent just staring at Alice for several seconds. "I think you should allow a friendship to develop between you two," he said with such bluntness that it angered his nephew. Alice guffawed at the suggestion and shook his head. "You want me to become friends with a homosexual, tweaking, social and legal delinquent pothead?" he asked in disbelief. "I know that it sounds all fucked up, but I think this could help you. If you haven't noticed, you don't really have any friends." "I don't need friends; I do fine on my own. And if I did need a friend, I think I would try and stay in the boundary of the ones who won't get me killed." "I'm not saying that you should follow his lifestyle. That's the last think I want you to do, but you do need more spontaneity in your life. What Carter is doing isn't the best way to live, but that doesn't suggest that yours is." "What's wrong with my lifestyle? In spite of my necessary alcohol consumption, I'm a law-abiding citizen and you don't find many of those in the adolescent class." "As I said," sighed Rick, slightly exasperated with Alice's defense, "you need more spontaneity, kid. You need to get a little more crazy-" Alice interrupted with, "By crazy you mean high." Evidently composing his frustration, Rick continued, "I'm not saying go out and get filled with psychedelic drugs or anything. It's just... you do the same boring shit every day. Where are the parties or the concerts or the midnight escapes? These years should be the time of your life and you've skipped them to go onto the monotonous middle-age life. Give the guy a chance and meet him tonight." With that last sentence, Rick disappeared from sight before Alice could respond to him again. Giving out a loud groan, he lowered his head onto the computer desk. Seldom did Alice ever follow Rick's advice but he usually did what he wanted him to do. After an extensive battle between what his execution should be, Alice decided to oblige Rick and meet Carter at the schoolyard. Following Rick's orders often ended up in success; however, this decision's success was very skeptical. No matter, twenty minutes before midnight Alice quietly escaped through the kitchen door, the exit farthest away from any bedrooms. Throughout the entire trip to the school Alice's head consistently told him to return home and reminded of how stupid his decision was and all of the reasons he shouldn't continue this. Despite this perpetual mental protesting, his feet continued to move forward to his destination. When he arrived, he paced around the oak tree and checked his watch every few seconds. He's not going to show up, he thought. He knows that I don't want anything to do with him so why would he show up? He's probably fucking his partner right now, completely forgetting his plans with me. They weren't even plans. They were just some fake invitation to annoy me even more than he already has. Why am I even here? I should just go. Damn you, Uncle Rick...
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 16, 2011 19:10:10 GMT -5
((@ Alice: Hey now you slimy git! Yer gunna be fuckin that homosexual, tweaking, social and legal delinquent pothead.))
After staying at the bar for a while, Carter drove Jet home. However the drunken gangster wanna-be decided he was horny so he invited Carter inside. Before they got to maul eachother, they chatted with Jet's dad and older sister. Carter thought Jet's dad was kick ass. He was almost as funky as his own.....almost. But his sister, Veronica, was a little uptight around him. In other words, she was a bitch. Jimmy Dean, as everyone called him, was the name of Jet's dad. His mom left when he was young, and they all hated eachother, so they never talked. So now it was just the three of them. After chatting and hearing the same old lame stories Jimmy Dean told, and which Carter LOVED to hear, he and Jet went upstairs. The olive-skinned boy slammed his door and started pushing stuff off his bed as Carter stood there, hands in pockets, and smiled, remembering the stories he had just heard not two minutes ago. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jet beat him to it. "My dad is so fuckin' lame. Sometimes I just wanna punch him in da facd, ya know?" Carter shut his mouth abruptly. He had just been about to compliment Jet's father's stories. He just bit his lip now and nodded once when Jet turned toward him. As the latino ranted about his dad, Carter had the urge to punch his boyfriend. Of course, he didn't, because he knew Jet acted this way. But then his boyfriend turned towards him and Carter realized he had stopped talking. He looked at him with raised eyebrows and the other smirked as a hand started undoing a belt. "Enough talk. Let's fuck." Carter's face lit up and he grinned as he crossed over to Jet to plants his lips to his. They were rough kisses, and Jet's hands tugged at Carter's dark hair as Carter cupped Jet's hips. They pushed against eachother, grinding and biting blindly. After five minutes of making out, Jet pulled back, leaving a dizzy lust-filled Carter confused. "Wha- ? What's up?" He asked in his daze. Jet looked cutely at him and cocked his head to the side. "Please?" Was all he said. For a moment, Carter got even more confused, but then he realized exactly what his boyfriend wanted...like always.... He sighed then just nodded. He dropped to his knees and started unbuttoning Jet's unbelted pants, but was stopped when he felt his chin being lifted up. He looked up at Jet, who looked like he was trying to hide his estatic face. "Te amo, mi sexy chico." Carter gave a fake smile and whispered 'love you' right back.
After fucking for nearly four hours, Carter left and headed towards the school, almost falling asleep on the way. However Jet had given him a shot of meth before he left, so he was going to wake up...eventually. So, he hopped up onto a tree branch and climbed up a bit until he felt comfortable enough to actually drift to sleep until the Priss showed up. Eventually, he did, but Carter woke up late, and just happened to look down to see the Priss pacing. He raised his eyebrows, actually stunned that he had showed up. "Hey yo! Priss! Ya showed up!" He beamed, finally waking up, and jumped down, and stood at his full height of 6 ft. "Glad ya made it. Booze?" He asked, holding out a bottle he had taken out from his jacket as he grinned like a maniac.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 23, 2011 12:29:32 GMT -5
With a sigh, Alice leaned his back against the tree attempting to be still in his body as well as his mind. He tried to avoid thinking of anything especially the thoughts that provoked him. This was easy for most adolescent boys but his mind was usually constantly at work at all hours of the day. Releasing another sigh, he rubbed his forehead with his fingers, thinking, There's no reason to be here. When Carter exclaimed above him, Alice leapt away from the tree from startlement. He glowered at him as he jumped down from the tree, wondering why he didn't look up there before. With no reply, he took the bottle Carter offered him and cracked it open. Unease drifted over him as he took the first few sips of the beer; being in an abandoned area at midnight with a misdemeaning queer was a rather uncomfortable situation for Alice. Once he sat down against the jagged trunk of the oak, a voice beside him cried, "Alice!" He jumped with the sudden exclamation and looked over to his left to see Genie beside him. He huffed and took a long swig of his drink and felt her presence recede slightly. The spirit said something that was barely audible but Alice made it out as, "What are you doing here? You are past your curfew!" He didn't bother answering due to Carter's presence and just drank some more of his beer. It only took a few minutes before her aura was indistinguishable. By that time, Alice had finished his first bottle. He placed it beside himself and stared at the black ground with little tints of dark green to indicate the grass. He felt awkward with the mutual silence but he knew it would become even more uncomfortable if he dared to speak.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 28, 2011 21:48:20 GMT -5
After the two had settled down under the tree, a long silence crept into the area. Carter wasn't uncomfortable with it, but in fact letting it sink in. He hadn't thought Alice would talk much to begin with, so the fact that it was quiet didn't surprise him nor upset him. He was enjoying it. As a soft breeze ruffled his messy hair, he breathed in the musky smell of the flowers hanging in the tree above them. It was a nice night, warm but a little sticky. So the hard cold beer in his right hand felt great when it began to sweat. Cocking his head back to rest against the trunk, Carter closed his eyes and listened to the crickets chirp and an owl hoot nearby. He suddenly flinched when Alice jolted by him, and he looked at him with the most confused face. "What the hell was that?" He asked, then noticed the empty bottle besides Alice. "Done already? Want another one?" He blinked, thinking this kid really liked his alcohol. Nevertheless, he still handed the Priss another bottle before sitting back to look up through the branches at the dark sky. A sudden tickle made him look down and he found that a cricket had jumped on his hand. A smile made the corners of his lips twitch up wards as he looked down at it, barley even breathing because he was in awe. Carter loved crickets. Something about the music they make every night just fascinated him. Now looking closely at it, Carter barely moved. "Look at this lil' guy..." He whispered very gently to Alice, despite him knowing the brat probably didn't care in the least. "Ain't he cute?" He chuckled a little as said cricket jumped off of his hand and into the grass. "Crickets are amazing.... most bugs are. You like 'em?" He asked, turning his head to the side in a lazy gesture to have a conversation.
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Post by Cyraus on Jul 5, 2011 21:33:32 GMT -5
((Flowers hanging from an oak tree? *shakes head*)) In reply to Carter's inquiry, Alice muttered, "I... um... just thought I saw..." He was about to use the cliche of spotting a spider, but he didn't want to give Carter the impression that he was a pansy; of course, if he didn't already. To cut the pause short, he bluntly said, "... something. I don't know." "Stupid," giggled Genie as she shook her head in disapproval. In spite of the alcohol he was consuming, she had a tendency to overcome it if she put enough effort into it. His eyes darkened in her direction as a response that said, "Shut the fuck up." However, he was well aware of the idiocy laced within his words, but he wasn't too concerned with presenting a good impression on the faggot. He took the beer that Carter handed to him and began guzzling it down immediately. Unfortunately, beer didn't contain much alcohol so Genie could keep appearing at various intervals. He looked over at Carter when he whispered and stared at the cricket upon his hand. His gaze shifted to Carter face that held an enthralled expression toward such a mundane creature. Alice didn't find it so peculiar for he had the same captivation with snakes. "Eh," he said in reply to Carter's last question. "I only mind them when their chirping keeps me awake." When he finished his second bottle, he was fully rid of Genie's presence. He doubted that it was due to the alcohol; she probably found something more entertaining to do. What a spirit could do to keep entertained besides torture the ones who can see it escapes Alice. Suffering from boredom, he took a blade of grass and began slitting it with his fingernail. I wish I brought a book, he thought with a sigh. He added, And a flashlight. As he pulled apart the pieces of the grass, he continued to think of how stupid he had done this. Whatever Uncle Rick was implying before, Alice wasn't seeing the logic in getting involved with this idiot.. He would rather go without friends that have one that could get him into turmoil. "So," said Alice in a much louder and bolder tone than he had been using throughout that time, "is there a real reason that you invited me here or did you just do this to waste more of my time?" The attitude of his voice didn't sound insulting but his words were obviously condescending.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jul 6, 2011 0:05:46 GMT -5
(( www.backyardnature.net/fl_bloak.htm FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK... YOOOOOOUUUUU....)) Carter decided to ignore the Priss's sudden random 'shut up' moment. He raised an eyebrow at it, but said nothing as he handed Alice the second beer. Was this kid crazy? Just shaking his head, Carter turned back towards the cricket on his hand. He smiled as it as it hopped off into the blades of grass. He looked at Alice as he spoke, and chuckled. "Yeah, their music can be loud... for some people anyway. Not to me; it lulls me to sleep." He smirked. But as Alice continued to speak, Carter frowned. He knew this moment would come. This Priss really had his head in his ass. "Well... just to hang out, I guess. No offense, but I can't see you doing anything better." He chuckled. "I'm... curious about you. You seem, well, other than a pompous Priss, you seem like someone I'd get along with, oddly enough. Heh..." Under his breath, Carter muttered, "..opposites attract..." He snorted to himself then took a gander to glance at the blonde boy beside him. "How 'bout we do something fun? Let's go somewhere..." He was shooting in the dark, but hopefully that shot was going to hit his fly.
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Post by Cyraus on Jul 28, 2011 17:46:57 GMT -5
((*reads with a displeased look* Well, I doubt they have much of a fragrance. And Alice never said 'shut up'; if you had actually read my post you would see that he gave Genie a look that said 'shut up'. )) Alice gave Carter a stricken expression at his comment that he would have nothing better to do. What the fuck? he exclaimed in his head. As if you know what I do in my time. I can think of a much better activity than this: sleep. His face grew even more strained as he went on to call him pompous. One thing he couldn't stand for was being criticized, especially by someone who doesn't know him or is in no status to place criticism. He dismissed the mildly flattering comment following that entirely as his head began swimming with so many loathing words that it eventually started hurting. Taking a long swig of the beer, he regained mental composure as it coursed down his esophagus. He sighed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "What is there to do at this time of night?" he asked in a monotone, not expressing much interest in whatever Carter had in mind.
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