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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Aug 13, 2011 10:25:26 GMT -5
Carter only grinned further as the Priss asked what there was to do. In an instant, Carter was holding out a small canteen towards the blonde. "Lot'sa fun." He beamed again, and took a swig of the canteen's contents before handing it off to Priss. He shoved his hands deep into his pant pockets and lookes off towards the gate. After a beat, he jerked his head towards it. "Come on, I'll take ya somewhere. It'll be fun."He He winked and made a running start for the fence and jumped onto it. With ease he scaled over it and dropped down before turning towards Alice. "Well come on! It's not too far. Ya don' even hafta bother ta call yer limo." He chuckled at that then starting walking, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag. He figured he'd go to Jim's again and introduce Pete to Priss. Remembering what he told Jet before about him having to work made him cringe with guilt. Yeah sure he had to work, but his idea of hanging with Priss didn't come to mind until...well, ok, BEFORE he hung out with Jet. So in a way..... he had already had plans? He wasn't backstabbing him......right? Deciding to shrug it off, Carter turned around to watch Priss and waited patiently, taking yet another drag of his cigarette.
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Post by Cyraus on Aug 18, 2011 23:13:07 GMT -5
I don't think I like that smile very much, thought Alice as he took the canteen Carter gave him. He looked down at it with a questionable expression and sniffed the opening to confirm it as alcohol. Without sipping it, he lowered it to his side with the rationalization that he didn't want to get any diseases from it. However, he knew full well that one couldn't acquire any STDs from saliva; he just didn't want to place his lips where a faggot's had been... and to be an asshole. Another thing Alice didn't like was Carter's intention of taking him 'somewhere' where 'it'll be fun', especially that he didn't disclose the place where they'll be going. All he could imagine what Carter meant by 'fun' was getting high, drinking all night, breaking and entering, and fucking. Alice put his hand to his forehead and released an anxious sigh. There was no escaping from this now, he knew; he had lit the wick of the dynamite and there was no way to snuff it out. To draw some composure, he put his hand upon the bump in his pocket. A bit of relief curbed his anxiety and he let his hand drop. Alice watched as Carter effortlessly climbed over the fence and dropped to the ground. After a moment of contemplation, he just murmured, "No." and walked around the fence to the opening through which he entered before. Alice approached Carter but continued to stay a few paces away from him, even more than any other time. He didn't bother to ask him his destination for he knew he wouldn't speak it. "I can't be out all night," he said dully, "so you can forget about doing any shit that'll take that long."
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Sept 6, 2011 23:57:30 GMT -5
Carter watched the Priss walk the long way, looking almost displeased. But in a flash, it was gone; his emotions could easily change in a manner of seconds. He chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for Priss to get closer, and his ears automatically perked up as he listened to what the other had to say. Frowning as they walked, he just shrugged. "It won't. Chillax." He said dully, walking a little ahead just so he could at least get away from some of the negative energy the Priss was practically hurling at him. But nevertheless, that feeling disappeared as Carter eventually led them to Jim's just down a couple blocks. He saw that hardly anyone was there, and smirked. Pete would definatly give the Priss some shots for sure. With a heave, Carter pushed open the heavy metal door to the back and let Alice go first before he shut it again. "Yo! Pete! My man! I'm back, with company!" He called, practically waltzing into the room, just coming from the small hallway. He waved at the large bear of a man behind the counter and Pete waved back then studied Alice closely. He went very close, waaaay too close for a Priss's taste for sure (as Carter saw it, but then again, he wasn't paying attention to Alice but to a group of collage girls at the pool table). "Hmmm..... whadda' ya want?" Pete growled, then suddenly laughed. His voice was making the glasses vibrate (as Carter felt it, but then again he was focused on some blonde's ass as she leaned across the pool table to take a shot). Carter snapped his head back to Pete, however, once he caught on that Pete was allowing it. "I'll have a rum and coke." He said, smirking. Pete nodded. "Sure thing, C.J.!" He went to fetch the glass. Carter leaned on the counter, and started chewing on a toothpick he picked up from a box of them to his right. He had his arms crossed, and looked relaxed, yet his creame eyes kept looking towards the girls.
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Post by Cyraus on Sept 19, 2011 17:16:24 GMT -5
((Before you post here, could you please reply to The Wereling? This is getting pretty old. )) Coming to a bar was seen from a million miles away by Alice. Other possible destinations he thought of while they were venturing into downtown was strip bars, gay clubs, and an alley notorious for women wearing more makeup than clothing, desperate, out-of-work men looking for their next fix, and hysteric girls trembling out with broken heels and bleeding asses. When he thought that those girls could also be boys, Alice drew in a sharp breath. In spite of the fact that nothing like that has happened yet, he was glad that he brought what he brought. When they entered the bar, he was glad to see that there were few people present. The possibility that one of the people that would be in a seedy little bar would be acquainted with his father was very slim, but he wouldn't want there to be many witnesses to bump up that possibility. His eyes scanned the rest of the shabby bar after picking up the people there from the torn leather booths to the chairs at the circle tables that were noncorrespondent to the appearance of the majority chairs. He picked up a slightly noticeable odor of molding wood. Alice cringed at Carter's tactless greeting to the bartender but quickly recovered; however, his glowering expression to Carter did not show that. With a sigh, his sight shifted onto the tall and husky bartender approaching him. He took a few steps back when the man bent his torso to his height. His expression showed no fear (however, he did feel it) but rather perturbedness. The man's rancid breath finally reached Alice and burned his nostrils as soon as he was able to distinguish was the man grunted to him. The mixture in his breath smelled of alcohol (how surprising), beef jerky, and cigarette tobacco if it wasn't tobacco itself. Blinking back his tears, he followed Carter to their seats. When the Pete returned with Carter's beverage, Alice gave him a wry smile and said, "I'll have a ginger ale, thank you." He wasn't going to stoop so low as to have alcohol at a bar where it wasn't only illegal for him but for the bar as well. After a few moments of silence between the two, he looked at Carter and saw that his sight was focused on something different. His eyes moved over to the young women who were playing pool. He saw the blonde with the skirt more fitting for an undergarment and casually moved over to another. Alice looked to the brunette who didn't look very pleased. When he saw her, he locked his eyes on her and concentrated his entire self to her. His body made a violent jolt and he shook his head, making a few taps on the table with his fingers. His eyes glazed and he began murmuring some indistinguishable words. Gradually, they became more audible and he speaks an octave higher with a different vocal presentation, "... fucking believe it. She's such a fucking ugly little slut. Like, are you asking to get raped? to get raped? to get raped?" Those last three words were repeated like a skipping record. " Oh my God, Jennifer. You are so asking for it and you're going to get fucked by some drunk, homeless niggers and I am so not going to help you." Alice paused to make a little snigger. "And your brown daughter is going to grow up without a daddy just like you did and become a total fucking whore. total fucking whore, if she even lives to grow up. That's right, bend over so everyone can see your hairless pink cunt... fuuuuckiiin' sssllUT!" The last exclamation made everyone turned toward him. Alice grimaced and then coughed and gagged for a few moments. He picked up his drink and took a few sips. He looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him. He smiled and said, "I'm fine. Sorry." Gradually, they all went back to what they were doing. Alice put his hand to his throat and muttered, "Damn. What the hell did I choke on?"
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Oct 22, 2011 18:34:23 GMT -5
Carter literally choaked on his own drink, splurging as he heard Alice let out the most violent set of cursing and hell-spawned insults he had ever heard. He stared at Alice like everyone else did, and the girls stopped as well. The one that Alice had read minds with looked like she just saw Jesus Christ. She excused herself now and ran off, the other girls too shocked to move.
Once Alice made his excuse, Carter had snapped out of it. "Ahahahaaaaletsgonow."he grabbed Priss and steered him out of the bar and started walking far away from that spot.
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Post by Cyraus on Nov 10, 2011 21:34:12 GMT -5
Alice replied to Carter jumbled sentence with a perturbed, "What?" and jolted when he took his arm and dragged him out of the bar. As soon as the door clattered shut behind them, Alice freed his arm with a single pull. With a huff, he turned around to face the faggot and said, "What the hell was that about? I didn't even get my ginger ale." He frowned as he distinguished the anxiety in Carter's face. "Are you okay?" After glancing at his watch, he sighed and said, "Look, I'm gonna go home now. Thanks for the, uh... pleasant time." When he turned around to walk away, Alice rolled his eyes and thought, And the hangover in the morning.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Nov 21, 2011 13:23:40 GMT -5
Carter frowned at him, actually irritated. "What the fuck just happened in there?" He snapped, freaked out. "Why were you sayin' shit like that in there?" He called down now and took hold of Alice's shoulder and turned him around. "Hey now. We just started havin' fun. Look, let's go somewhere else. Maybe that place isn't yer shtick." Carter thought about where to go then smirked. "I got it! Come on, I know a cool hang-out spot." He smiled gently. He gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and locked eyes. "Come on. Just a bit longer. It'll be fun."
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Post by Cyraus on Dec 5, 2011 21:26:38 GMT -5
Alice turned around at Carter's sudden barking and furrowed his eyebrows. Whatever shit was being said, it certainly wasn't coming from his own mouth. He was about to ask what the hell he was talking about, but Carter quickly changed the subject before he could answer. Going along with the next topic, Alice sighed and shook his head, scolding himself for the tenth time for ever giving this guy a chance. I'm going to be out all night, he thought. And may only be known as John Doe next month. "I can't comprehend your desperation," he said with a dull look. "It won't bear any fruit, I promise you." He paused for effect. "However, that you have any desperation at all interests me. That alone won't keep me around throughout this night, but for now I guess it will." He let out a very audible sigh, just to let Carter know that he was doing this reluctantly. He took a few steps toward him, but maintained a three foot range from him. "One more chance to impress me," he said, hiding a condescending smile. "You fail, I leave." Alice said the last part with a dramatic tone, as if it was a deadly challenge. ... with your soul, he added in his head.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Dec 5, 2011 22:50:56 GMT -5
Carter beamed, ignoring the fact the Priss was reluctant. "Heh. Deal." He said then took Alice's hand (it felt oh-so good), and led him along towards his spot.
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Getting there was a piece of cake. It was several blocks from the bar, and just gently lit up by the moon so you could see the waters ahead. It was a beach. Coover's Dip to be exact. This was Carter's favorite spot to hang out. Although it was closed, there was an ice cream shack just a block down the sands, and had some of the best ice cream in the whole town. When he would skip school, Carter often came here to just swim, even with his clothes on. He'd get his ice cream and relax in the shack, then walk on the beach until sunset in the summers. He and Jet and the gang would also chill here frim time to time, but not anymore. At least not with the others, just Jet. But even Carter's boyfriend didn't even care much for this peaceful, youthful place. But, whatever, Carter was showing Priss this place anyways, he just didn't care if Priss didn't like it. So as they walkes up to the beach, Carter took his loafers off and felt the cool sand with his bare feet, his toes wriggling playfully before he dashed ahead, running to be closer to the shore. "Come on, Priss! Let's chill!" He called then rushed into the water just up to his shins.
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Post by Cyraus on Dec 6, 2011 19:28:04 GMT -5
Alice immediately writhed his hand from Carter's grip once he got ahold of it. He hated being touched by anyone in any way; however, he hated it even more when the one who was touching him was Carter. Recovering from his vexation, he followed Carter with not nearly as much enthusiasm as he had. When they reached the beach, Alice zipped up his jacket, but that wasn't enough to ward off the biting bay breeze hitting him. He frowned as Carter went sprinting into the sea tides, thinking the guy a crazy one to be frolicking in a lake in the Midwest during autumn at night. The only way to get any colder is to do it all in the winter. When Carter called out to him, Alice scoffed. He turned his head away from the wind and rubbed his watering eyes. He wasn't impressed with his choice, nor pleased with its cold. The deal before stated that he'd walk if he didn't like it, but Alice wasn't that much of an asshole that he'd completely blow off Carter's incessant attempts, no matter how pathetic they were. Sitting down, he began to sulk in his reluctant obligations. He let himself lay on the sand with his hands behind his head and stared at the few stars visible from the cloud cover, thinking them as angels who giggled in pity for his situation. He glowered at them, now making himself upset at his metaphor as if they were truly mocking him. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax his workaholic brain by focusing on the roar of the tides sweeping in and off of the shore. In a matter of seconds, he found himself being tossed about as if he was riding the waves. The smooth rocking of the motion was lulling him to sleep when there came a violent wave that crashed against his body, forcing him so far under that he felt the thud of the bottom against his back. He tried to resurface, but remained submerged as the tides pulled and pushed at him, continually shifting his body around in the water so that he didn't know where the bottom and the top or left or right were. His chest began to burn from the lack of oxygen and his head throbbed from the constant pressure being forced upon it. Struggling against the cruel water drained him of his stamina until he could no longer fight it. Back on the shore again Alice's body twitched several times before going into a series of fits where he flailed his limbs around and twisted on the ground. The spasm resided rather quickly until his chest began to pump until he spurted water out of his mouth. He coughed and gasped for nearly a minute before calming down to deep breathing. Alice sat up and frowned at the water that covered his chest. "What the hell," he muttered hoarsely before clearing his throat. He glared at Carter and snapped, "Don't splash me, you idiot!"
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Dec 7, 2011 19:55:34 GMT -5
Carter almost didn't hear the Priss. However he did, and he looked over his shoulder with the most perplexed look. "Say what!? Whadda ya mean 'Don't splash me'?! I'm all da way over here!" He called, then ran off towards Alice. He looked down and saw him soaking wet. "What the hell? What happened ta you?!" He looked around for other people, then up at the sky. "It rainin' or something?" Obviously it wasn't, which made him even more confused.
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Post by Cyraus on Dec 8, 2011 20:11:43 GMT -5
Alice raised his eyebrow at Carter with a perturbed expression. "So what happened then, did a star angel come down from the sky and splash me with some water?" His irritated face turned displeased, realizing how stupid that sounded since Carter wouldn't understand the reference to his metaphor in the last post. "What other explanation is there? I think you should have realized by now that I'm not stupid. Sorry, but you lose." Alice raised himself but then immediately fell back down, vomiting violently on the ground. Afterward, he sat up and said, "Well then... we found our solution. I did it to myself." He took a few deep breaths and slowly got up. He turned around and faced Carter, saying, "Thank you for the night, but I must take my leave." Walking away, he thought to himself, Thank God, I have an excuse.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Dec 8, 2011 20:48:30 GMT -5
Carter blinked at Alice's metaphor. "...star...angel?" He asked, but let Alice correct himself. He got angry for a second when Alice blamed him even more, and he was about to speak when Alice doubled over. Light brown eyes widened and Carter took a step forward, "Priss, hey. You okay?" Before he knew it Alice was standing back up and he relaxed a little at Alice's words, chuckling a little. "You're in no position to walk alone." He ran up behind the Priss, knowing he'd hate this, and swung him over his shoulder. "I'll bring you back to my car and drive you home, I don't want you fainting on the street or mobbed by thugs or something... Just hang on." He darted off and went towards the school where he had left his car in the parking lot. Once getting there, he opened the door for Priss and set him down. "There get in, I'll drive ya home."
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Post by Cyraus on Dec 10, 2011 13:36:45 GMT -5
Walking away, Alice rolled his eyes at what Carter said and retorted, "And who are you to decide- that!" The last part he yelped because Carter had lifted him up at that point. The pressure of Carter's shoulder on his stomach made him purge the last of the contents in his stomach. After recovering, he glowered at Carter more with appall than contempt. "What the fuck do you think your doing, you fucking bastard?!" he protested in a snarl; his question was a lot more of a scolding than an inquiry. Alice tried struggling, but Carter's grip was firm and his writhing would only disturb his stomach even more. Without a moment's consideration, he took out what was in his pocket which turned out to be a Swiss Army knife. It was a Christmas gift from his mother given the year she left; he was the only one to receive one from her. There were no more gifts following that; not even for birthdays. Alice brought it just in case Carter was going to try any funny stuff. After pulling out the blade, he then gave what he planned to do some thought. Swinging him over his shoulder like some damsel in distress doesn't technically qualify as assault. It may be unnecessary and extremely irritating, but not assault. With a disgruntled huff, Alice returned the blade into the handle and put the knife away. After Carter let him down in the school parking lot, Alice shoved him back and shouted, "Asshole, don't you dare do that again! I was fine." Muttering some profanities, he opened the door and got inside. He didn't look very pleased.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jan 11, 2012 12:47:44 GMT -5
((:3. ..... He's cute.))
Ironically, Carter burst out laughing. Alice amused him at this point. However he remembered Alice had purged again and took his sweater off right then and examined it. The cold bit at his skin like diamond dust. It had started to rain. Frowning but seeing no mark of Alice's stomach contents on his sweater, he put it back on and walked around the car to the driver's side. He climbed it, turned on the whipers and took off. He was smirking the whole way back to Priss's house, but he said nothing untl they were outside the house. "Hope ya feel better." He said with a soft smile. "Sorry for the inconvenience of the bar..... um... see ya around?" He asked but didn't really look at Alice in the face.
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