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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 23, 2012 22:35:52 GMT -5
((Poor muffin. dont worry, Carter will make it all better!! :3) Carter ended up punching the stearing wheel as soon as Alice was gone. "Fuck!" He was pissed at himself. The only option was to go and find that damn knife. So he drove off back towards the road. Gritting his teeth, he thought about how he had made Alice cry. The hate his his voice when he had touched him. Maybe Carter was being too bold. But then again that was his nature.... but no. Priss was hiding something and he seemed really lonely. For some reason, that thought made Carter cringe. He didn't want Priss to be lonely. He didn't know why, but it made his own heart ache. For the third time today Carter pulled over. Cars passed by him as he got out of his car. At least it wasn't too busy. But that didn't make finding that damn knife any easier. He searched the streets, he searched the ditches, the tall grass, the sidewalks. That damn knife was no where to be found. Already an hour had passed, and Carter sat down on the curb and held his head in his hands. He massaged his temples, feeling like the biggest dick in the world. The sun was setting and the dread and shame returned to Carter's throat. If it grew dark out he wouldn't find it for sure. With a glance upwards, Carter's luck seemed to change. It looked like karma had decided to give him a second chance. There, just in the middle of the street not 10 feet away from him, was that damned knife. The 1999 red Chevy Caliver screeched to a halt right in front of Alice's home. It was late, but Carter had to deliver the knife back. Covered in dirt and dust from his search, he marched right up to the door, knocked, and rang the door bell.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 23, 2012 23:06:02 GMT -5
((Did you forget that Jet was with him in the car?)) Two hours later, Alice woke from his nap, his body tight and sore. He was hoping on sleeping through the night, but that obviously wouldn't happen. He would have to occupy himself with something; something that wouldn't require much physical activity because his back and neck were killing him. So, Alice just put in his earphones and began listening to his iPod whilst lying down and exploring the wonders of his imagination. He amused himself by imagining himself as a video game character using various weapons to fight off ghosts and faggots and family members in order to face the Ultimate Faggot Carter and get his knife back. Down below, Jeane Powell was lounging on the couch in the living room, snacking on some chips and watching TV. She heard a knock at the door and rolled her eyes with a huff. Pausing her TV program, she got up from the couch and walked over to the door. She first looked through the eyehole and saw the face of an unfamiliar guy. With a frown, she opened the door and found a rugged young man in front of her. He was pretty attractive, but had some dirt on him and was quite untidy. "Can I help you?" asked Jeane in a curious but perturbed tone. It was a bit later than usual for unknown visitors.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 23, 2012 23:17:46 GMT -5
(Did you not read he dropped him off at home before he dropped of Priss? >.<) Carter blinked as a beautiful woman opened the door. "Hubba hubba. Hello gorgeous. Um... is Priss here?" He blinked and looked behind her for any sign of the blonde. Maybe he was at the wrong house. There was no way this hottie could live with Priss. It wasn't fair! "Er... so you his girl or sis?" He raised an eyebrow.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 24, 2012 0:41:44 GMT -5
((*narrows eyes* .... well played...)) Jeane frowned even more deeply at Carter's comment. She was not in the mood to get hit on. "Priss?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know who you're talking about. No one I know goes by 'Priss' here. I think you have the wrong house." She wondered if this was some sort of weird flirtatious move in action.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 24, 2012 1:20:29 GMT -5
It suddenly dawned on Carter he had no idea what the fuck the priss's REAL name was. "Fuck...uh... that's the nickname I gave to him. Blonde hair, glasses, real prissy lookin'?" He scratched his head, cursing himself for this mess up. Especially in front of such a hottie. "Look I just have to see him for a sec, so is he in?"
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 24, 2012 1:49:52 GMT -5
Jeane laughed at the short description that Carter gave him, realizing exactly who it was. "You mean my brother, Alice?" she said, amused. "Yeah, he's in." She turned toward the staircase and yelled, "Aliiiice! Someone's here to see you!" Even with his headphones in, Alice could hear his name being called as if it was shouted in his ear. With a frustrated huff, he pulled out his earphones and sat up. He was not in the mood to do whatever Jeane wanted him to do. After a few deep breaths, he slowly pulled himself to his feet. His lower back was killing him a lot more than any other part of his body. As he left his room, he wondered how many bruises he had all over his body. Trudging down the achingly long staircase, he asked his sister, "What is it? If there's chores to do, I'll do them tomorrow." "You've got a visitor," said Jeane with a smirk. As he reached the end of the stairs, he looked up to set his eyes upon the Ultimate Faggot. His eyes widened and he said, "Jeane, close the door." His sister frowned at him and said, "But, why? He just-" "Close it!" he said before he ran over to the door and slammed it shut himself. Locking it, he snapped at his sister, "Why didn't you close it?" She scoffed at him and said, "Jeez, I don't know. Maybe 'cause it's rude? What's your problem with him anyway?" "He's been stalking me lately," said Alice as he tentatively peeked out the window. "We may need to call the police." Jeane laughed and walked away, muttering, "Whatever." Alice sighed and thought, God, he had the nerve to show up at my door now? I am no longer safe. After making himself a sandwich, he trudged up to his room again.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 24, 2012 2:08:55 GMT -5
(D:< SCREW MAKIN HIM FEEL BETTER! THAT LITTLE BITCH IS GUNNA GET RAPED!!) Carter frowned. Alice? No he wasn't looking for a chick.... He was about to correct the chick when Priss came down the stairs. He blinked. Priss's name was Alice? "No freakin' way your name is ALICE? HA!" Carter blurted out and doubled over in insane laughter, repeating 'fuckin Alice?!' every few huffs. However it was cut short when he heard Alice say close the door. "Hm?" He looked up just as the door slammed into his face, hitting his nose. "Argh! Jeez! Motherfucker!" He doubled over again this time in pain and held the bridge line of his nose. Swearing to himself he was just about to say forget it when a thought came to him. Perhaps he could sneak into Alice's room, "Ha!", and just leave the knife. So he went around back and looked up at the house. There was a large tree that seemed to lead up to part of the roof. From there, there was a small window with a light on. Thinking it might be Priss's, Carter climbed his way up the trunk and branches until he made it to the roof. He climbed across the panels and looked into the window. First of all it was open, and second it reaked of prissiness, so it was definitely Alice's room. It seemed the little prick wasn't there so it was the perfect time to sneak in. And as he did that he landed on a rather fancy bedspread. Then he noticed the more fancier things. Not too much to look at but the way the room was designed and built really gave Carter the hint they really were rich. "Niiiiice." He grinned as he got off the bed to snoop, forgetting his purpose there.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 24, 2012 2:59:30 GMT -5
Taking a bite of his turkey sandwich, he opened the door and then spit the food out as soon as he saw Carter snooping around in there. "How did you..." cried a flustered Alice, pointing downstairs. "I just saw... you were down there." He looked over at the opened window and frowned. He stepped out of his room and said, "Okay, out of my room, now. I think I made it very clear that I didn't want you around. Is is possible for you to take no as an answer, dammit!" He groaned and stepped inside again only to start pushing Carter out. "I swear to God I will call the police. Or worse yet, I'll get my brother to beat the shit out of you. Get out." He wondered how much effor would it take to get this guy off of his back. He's like an infection. I just wish I knew what the cure was.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 24, 2012 3:24:09 GMT -5
"Hm?" Carter was just awing over a lamp when Priss came in. He gave him an 'oh shit' look before the kid started to push him out. "Hey hey hey! Stop it you damned brat! I'm just here to--- did you say brother? Ooo! Is he cute?" He grinned and switched the tables on poor Alice and shoved the kid back into the room and shut the door. "First off, calm down. I have something for you." He reached into his pocket and took out the knife. He held it out for Alice to take, rrying to look as gentle as he could, though he was covered in grime.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 24, 2012 4:16:02 GMT -5
Alice cried out in frustration at Carter's ridiculous question. "You are such a queer!" shouted Alice, though he intended it on being a thought. "I doubt he'll look very cute when he's bashing your face in!" He backed away into the wall when Carter shut the door to his room. "Stay away," he growled warningly. He took his desk lamp and held it up, ready to strike. He began to raise it once Carter said that he had something for him, but when he saw what it was he lowered it and frowned. It was his Swiss Army Knife. Placing the lamp on his desk again, he cautiously approached Carter and snatched it away from him. He thoroughly examined it with his eyes and his hands, half-expecting it to turn into butter knife. One of the edges was rough from being scraped on the road, but other than that it was in mint condition. He took out the blade and saw the little chip in it at the top from when he dropped it once. "Are you here just to give me this?" asked Alice, raising his eyes to him. "If that's all, then you can leave now."
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 24, 2012 5:00:37 GMT -5
Carter stayed quiet once Alice had taken back the blade. He bit his lip and tried not to seem like a dick. When Alice asked him the question, he nodded but then smirked. "Hey now don't kick me out yet! I gotta piss so.. I'll do that then leave, yeah?" He grinned and went straight into the bathroom. "Holy caviar and Merlot! This is the mother of all Snob bathrooms! Damn!" He shut the door in Alice's face and pissed as he said he would, awing at everything. However as soon as he saw the tubs and shower his sneaky grin returned. Instead of pulling up his pants, he let them drop to the ground and he got rid of all his clothing. He immediately went over and started the shower. "Ooooohohoho... this is fuckin' brilliant." He cooed as he climbed in. "Sweet jesus I'm in heaven!" He sighed as the water hit his back and massaged it. The dirt washed off immediately as Carter cleaned himself, not caring if Priss got mad.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 24, 2012 19:24:59 GMT -5
Alice released a frustrated sigh at Carter's response and said, "Just hurry up, okay?" He sat down on the bed, feeling uneasy with his unwelcomed guest in the bathroom. He rolled his eyes at Carter's impressed exclamations, despite feeling flattered and proud. I'm sure he's never seen a bathroom so exquisite in his poor life, he thought with a scoff. When he heard the shower turn on, his amused face turned stricken and he leaped from the bed to the bathroom. "What the hell?" he yelled once he opened the door. Carter was in the shower and his clothes were bunched up in a grimy pile. "What do you think you're doing? This isn't a motel, you know!. This is a home and you're invading it. What you did is considered breaking and entering!" Alice glowered at the shower, imagining the filth he was spreading in it. "You better not be getting dirt all over my shower. I will drown you in the toilet if you do."
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 25, 2012 1:42:58 GMT -5
Carter was calm and cocky. "Hey, chill chill. Is this how you repay me for gettin' yer knife back? That is why I'm dirty. And for god sakes the shower washes itself." He started humming as he shampooed himself and rinsed quickly. "I'll be out in a sec," he explained.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 26, 2012 13:55:38 GMT -5
Alice gave the showering Carter an outraged look. "Repay you for my knife?" he shouted, appalled at the idea. "You're the one who got rid of it, you stupid faggot!" Alice slammed the door shut and plopped on his bed, rolling around in frustration.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 26, 2012 16:38:25 GMT -5
The slamming door spooked Carter a bit, so he jumped and looked wild eyed at it. He smirked and licked his lips at some thoughts that seeped in his head. Carter groaned aloud, again, not caring, but stopped his thoughts there. He did have a boyfriend after all.. He dried off and whipped on his boxers and pants and looked in the mirror at his scruffy face. He massaged his mug and gave his hair a tossle before he stepped out, still bare-chested, and showing off his rather tan skin. But he wasn't flaunting himself literally; he was just comfortable. "There. Thanks." He said, smirking as he dried his hair with a different towel.
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