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Post by Cyraus on Jun 29, 2012 21:00:33 GMT -5
Still sprawled out on the bed, Alice raised his head and looked over his shoulder at the half-naked Carter. He twisted around onto his back and sat up, yelling, "What the hell? Put your goddamn clothes on before you come out here, idiot." His eyes began trailing down Carter's body before he stopped himself. Rubbing his eyes with his hand, he sighed and said, "Get dressed and leave, please. I don't want to make this difficult." He put his hand down and looked up at Carter, making a wry smile.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 29, 2012 21:08:11 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Carter looked up from under the towel on his head. He blinked and then looked down at himself. "Sure." He winked and pulled up his pants in a second, tightening his belt and fastening it. Last he whipped on his shirt, and then lept up into the open window, just above Alice's head. "Hey." He called, looking down at him. "You should go with me to Chicago sometime. It'd be fun to hang." He grinned for a second but then figured the kid would just yell at him more. "Well er... thanks for the shower. Sorry again about the knife. But get better!" He saluted him off and was gone and down the tree in the next second.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 30, 2012 0:23:45 GMT -5
(('Twasn't a seductive smile! 'Twas an awkward smile, saying, "I want to be polite, but get the hell out." XP)) Alice stared at Carter as he got dressed, leaped onto his bed, and then jumped out of the window. He raised his eyebrow at Carter's offer to hang out with him in Chicago. Yeah, no, he thought. Murders, disapperances, and rapes are too common there. My body would never be found. "I never gave you the shower," he said as he stood up and closed the window. He lied back down on his bed and thought, What a douche. He looked over at the bathroom and pondered a time to sanitize his shower and toilet. It certainly wasn't going to be that night. So, Alice just shut off the light with the light dimmer above his bed and drifted off to sleep. As he slept, he had a rather odd dream.
Alice awoke with a start, gasping and sitting up in bed. It took only a few seconds for pain to hit him like a thousand bricks tumbling over his body. With a groan, he lied back down. However, he looked down and saw a bump in the covers. Two mornings in a row, thought Alice. He did his thing. By that time, he forgot the dream entirely.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 30, 2012 15:00:20 GMT -5
((*flips a table* NYAAAAH!! TOO SCARY! *runs and hides* I HATE SNAKES!!!! Though it is an honor Carter is a black mamba. ^^))
The streets were going from dark and cynical to being slowly lit up by the rising sun. The sky was a soft pink and there was dew everywhere. Carter loved these mornings. After being up all night, a crisp, clear morning was just what he needed. However he was not in town but in Chicago, where the city was huge and the sun reflected on most anything. At the moment, Carter was laying on the hood of his car in the park. No one was around except a few joggers, and the place was huge. He hummed peacefully as the birds sang and the chilly air shifted his clothes. It was beautiful. However he had to be at work in an hour. So with a sigh he left behind his cloud 9 and got in his car and drove back into the streets. He went to a little coffee shop and bought a box of doughnuts and a large black cup-of-joe before heading to work. Carter worked at the community pool. Thankfully the owner was lenient and paid Carter quite a lot of cash for the hours he had. If he wasn't on lifeguard duty, he was in the lobby getting people in. Truthfully he preferred to work in the lobby. Being out in the sun all day made him tired and groggy. Basically if a kid was drowning he'd probably let another lifeguard do the job. The community pool was actually a whole building that also included a gym. Carter was just waiting for the owner to say the okay to opening a hotel in this place. So as the day went on, Carter snacked on his doughnuts and got plenty of refills on his coffee, and sat behind the counter with one other co worker. She was plump but very fun to be around. Sadly she didn't work too often so this morning was a treat. Her hair was a curled mess on her head; dark blonde with pink highlights. She was actually in her forties but her personality was to die for. She was what Carter would call a White Negro. She had the personality of a classic plump black woman, just she was white. She even had the long ass fingernails included. "Now hunny you gotta refill dat damn pop machine ta-day." She said as she was both on the phone and typing on the computer. "Oh not you sugar, my fine-ass co worker. But that would come to $39.99 for a membership." Carter had heard her talk to him, but he couldn't help but lean on the broom and watch her work with a sly grin. She amused him so much. "Alright sugar. We'll see you in a bit. Uh-huh. Bah-bye now." She hung up. Then she faced the smug Carter. "Hunny what chu lookin' at? Boy you betta get ta work before I slap dat cute ass to it." Carter held up his hands innocently, but grabbed the broom. "Woah woah, Mama Bear. I got this. Have yourself a doughnut Mammy before ya loose that weight." Mammy looked at him with a 'oh-hell no' look. "Child you don't need ta be tellin' me twice. Now go!" She shooed him away then grabbed a long john and bit into it. "Mm mm! Dat boy sweet talks me into anythin'. Mm mm!" She walked off with a strut, loving her job.
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Post by Cyraus on Aug 1, 2012 23:12:50 GMT -5
"God dammit." In the mirror, Alice saw black and blue splashed over his lower back along with the few lighter bruises on his ribs. Other injuries included scraped hands and a cut on his forehead. Fortunately, that cut could be covered by his bangs if he spread them out further over his forehead. As he fumbled with his hair, his birthmark screamed its presence at Alice. That, too, was covered with his bangs. It was nearly a perfect shape of a keyhole, except it was angled to the left (or right in the mirror). He never liked it because it made him even more strange; however, he did appreciate it. It was a symbol of his humanity when he didn't feel human. Alice stared at himself in the mirror, but not admiringly. Noticing a pimple on his right temple, he attacked it viciously with his fingers and nails. The white puss oozed out when the zit broke and he wiped it off. Blood started to seep once the puss was gone, as usual. He grabbed a tissue from a kleenex box that was on a shelf next to the sink and held it to the popped pimple. He kept staring at his reflection; his eyes duller than ever. They looked more grey than blue now. "What's wrong, Alice?" the face in the mirror asked. "You don't look so good." "I got hit by a car yesterday," replied Alice. "Oh, yeah. Is that what your bruises are from?" asked the reflection. "Yep." "So what are you going to do today?" "I don't know," said Alice looking down. "Just lay in bed, I guess." "No place to go? No friends to be with?" Alice shook his head. "What a shame. What's even sadder is that you're talking to your own reflection in the mirror. That sounds like something a lunatic would do." Alice blinked and looked down at his hands, waving them around as graceful as he could make them. He felt a strong feeling of distress overcome him. Pressing his forehead against the cold and hard mirror, he closed his eyes. There's nothing for me to do, he thought. Nowhere to go. No people to be with. There's no reason for me to get up in the morning. Anger and depression are my only emotions. I serve no purpose. I feel... Alice opened his eyes. Taking his head away from the mirror, he said, "No, I just have too much free time. I need a job, that's all." He rubbed a speck off of the mirror. "That's all."
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Aug 25, 2012 0:46:10 GMT -5
The day seemed to last a century. After taking his second 10 minute catnap in the broom closet, Carter decided he'd rent a room here and go for a midnight swim. He said goodbye to Mammy and headed up to the first floor with his room card. He opened it and walked in. He suddenly realized he didn't have a swimsuit. But he did have keys. Which meant waaay later tonight he could skinny dip in the indoor pool and no one would be the wiser. But for now, a nap sounded lovely... for the third time that day. Carter put his hands together and arched his back, cracking his fingers and spine. He stripped his shirt off and collapsed onto the plush bed and sighed. A flash of a short four-eyed blondie went into his mind before he went to sleep. And Carter pulled a pillow close and snuggled into it, his conscious mind forgetting he had a boyfriend. "Mm..Alice.." he whispered softly and passed out.
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Post by Cyraus on Oct 7, 2012 0:31:11 GMT -5
In spite of what happened the preceding day, Alice went out walking again. Although he was dubious on his chance of getting hired anywhere, he knew he would have no chance if he did nothing. So he took, filled out, and turned in an application from a grocery store and then a convenience store. He was embarrassed by having to fill out the previous employment with ephemeral jobs of little significance. No matter, there wasn't much skill involved in being a clerk other than focus and multitasking. Alice idled around town for the rest of that day. He spent several hours in the library, flipping through books with collaborated short stories. Seated in a comfortable lounge chair, he finally settled on Alfred Hitchcock's Tales of Terror: 58 Short Stories Chosen by the Master of Suspense and randomly selected stories to read based on the allure of their titles. "Good read," said a voice to the right of Alice. He looked up to meet eyes with a peculiar-looking girl with her hands behind her back. She had on '70s style white-rimmed glasses in front of big hazel eyes with ridiculously long bottom eyelashes. Her dirty blonde hair was tied into two braids; one of the strands away from her braid and bangs had multicolored beads embedded into it. The rest of her was just as strange. She had a white, long-sleeved shirt striped black under a short denim dress with red-striped stockings leading to her fuzzy pink slippers. Alice took about three seconds to absorb the image of this girl before he snapped out of his daze, displayed by a serious of blinks. Her eyes crinkled when she smiled at him before saying, "Hi, there." Alice blinked once again and replied, "Hi." The girl moved over to the chair beside him and leaned over the arm to peer at his book. He was uncomfortable with the girl so close to him, but he remained still as to not be rude and move away. He caught a whiff of her hair, which smelled like cotton candy. "My favorite is Killed By Kindness," she said, looking at him with a smile. "It's the very first one. I think Hitchcock was wise to put it there, so people would read it and assume that the rest of the stories are just as good." She leaned back. "But they're actually not. There's only a couple of good ones. The rest are crummy." With a slightly furrowed brow, Alice nodded and replied, "Good tip. Thanks." The girl stared at him with that little smile and he stared back with an uneasy look. They remained like this for about a half a minute before the girl cried out, "I'm Lucy! Nice to meet you." Alice cringed when she yelled and looked around at the brief glares shot from other people. He nodded and said, "Nice to meet you, too." He gazed at the book, not reading, and hoping she wouldn't notice that he didn't give his name. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" she asked. Alice's eyes dulled and he waited a moment before saying, "My mother told me not to talk to strangers." Lucy giggled furiously, putting both her hands over her mouth. "An even better tip," she said, recovering from her laughter. "Doesn't matter, anyway, Alice. I already know your name." Alice nodded with a smile, making his face even more uneasy. "I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. You're not very observant of the people around you. You seem to be in deep thought all of the time, except when you randomly start looking around you." Deciding that he doesn't care about what this bitch thinks anymore, Alice got up from his chair and gave her the book, which she took with a blank face. "Goodbye," he said, contempt laced in his voice, and walked out of the library. Can't people just leave me alone?
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Oct 7, 2012 12:50:55 GMT -5
Carter ended up sleeping the whole night. When he woke up he realized that he had skipped his skinny dipping and moaned. He felt extremely groggy. As he looked it because his hair was more tossled than normal, his peach fuzz was really getting long now, and sometime during the night he had stripped himself of his clothing. Bloodshot pale green eyes opened and again Carter groaned. He rubbed his muggy face and felt numb. What to do today. It was Sunday so now he could gp home and bum. He probably would hang with Jet later. Other than that there was never anything to do. Then he thought of Alice. He wondered what the Priss was doing.... why was he so curious? Because the kid was a curious thing... even though an asshole.
Carter was on his way back to Glenview within an hour. As he drove he blasted the radio on the rock station and chain smoked the whole way back. He texted Jet but it was 11 am, the guy was probably passed out at home or in his car in the ghetto. So he gave up after the third time.
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Post by Cyraus on Oct 18, 2012 13:14:14 GMT -5
Once he woke up in the morning, Alice was relieved to find that he had no protrusion to get rid of for the first time in two days. After his morning hygienic routine, he got dressed and went downstairs to fix himself a bowl of cereal. However, when he entered the kitchen he saw Jeane flipping some pancakes on a long griddle. She glanced her eyes as him and asked, "You want some?" Alice blinked and replied, "Depends. Who died?" Rolling her eyes, Jeane turned to him and said, "Matt would've. I would have either to kill him or made pancakes to shut him up. I went with the easier choice." "Are you saying that killing Matt would be difficult for you?" asked Alice as he took out a plate from the cupboard. Jeane huffed and drawled, "No... but cleaning it up and hiding the body would be a pain in the ass. One or two?" "One," replied Alice and Jeane lifted a pancake from the griddle with her spatula and placed it on Alice's plate. "Thanks." Jeane nodded as Alice spread a little butter and poured a little syrup on his pancake. He sauntered into the living room, plopping down on the couch with Matt devouring his syrup-drowned pancakes in a chair to the left. Tom and Jerry was playing on the television. "You're welcome," said Matt with a mouth full of his breakfast. Alice rolled his eyes at him and began eating. Spending time downstairs was unusual for Alice. He usually immediately retreated into his room after getting his food. However, he was growing weary of his self-seclusion. Even though he had spent much more time with people in the past few days, he was feeling terribly lonely. It bothered him very much, so he decided to dwell with others to be rid of it.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Oct 20, 2012 17:46:46 GMT -5
Carter took a last drag of his cigarette before he flicked it out his car window. He was bored as hell and was trying to drive around and look for something to do. Of course he ended up right near Priss's house. His eyes narrowed. Now why the bloody hell did he end up here? Carter's sea foam eyes widened. "It's a sign... I must steal his shower!" He chuckled evily under his breath as he pulled over two houses down before he decided he would find a way into Alice's room. "Pfft. Alice." He snickered more then ended up in the backyard and shimmying up a tree and onto the slanted roof... and straight into the window. He landed on the bed with a big plop. He smirked as he realized just how fancy the room seemed to look. He sniffed the air like a predator and then snuffled into the bathroom, throwing clothes everywhere just to get in. "Ooooh yeeeeaaaah....." he purred. He was in love with this shower. This bathroom.
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Post by Cyraus on Oct 20, 2012 19:18:14 GMT -5
After only an hour of being downstairs, Alice was growing weary of the dullness of the house and juvenile teasing of his brother. Before Matt could give him another painful poke in the side, he retreated up the stairs and into his bedroom. It only took him the second to close his door to hear the shower going. Did I leave it on? he asked himself as he approached the bathroom door. I think I would've noticed. When he touched the doorknob, he found himself a little frightened, imagining a masked killer behind the door ready to attack. Alice blinked and dismissed the thought, but the fear was still there. With his Swiss Army knife in hand, Alice eased the door open and saw a shadow in the beveled glass. He wasn't willing to pull back the door to see who it was, but he could tell from the shabby clothes that were sprawled over the bathroom floor. Faggot, he thought with furious wide eyes. "Why the hell are you here?" he shouted, making his irritation very audible in his tone. "Yesterday I allowed, but you will not mooch off me today."
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Oct 20, 2012 19:40:34 GMT -5
((Noooooo! No curtain! Blurred glass!)) Carter jumped a foot in the air. "Jesus!" He yelped and clutched his chest. He gave a cocky smirk however, regaining his composure, he slid the door open and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself. "Yo! Priss! Or should I say Alice?" His smirk turned evil. He slid a hand through his drenched hair, making it appear slicked back. He stepped out and went to the shorter one and looked down, smirk still playing on his lips. "Long time no see, eh?" He grinned, white teeth making the smile obnoxious. "Come here often?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
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Post by Cyraus on Feb 19, 2013 22:47:46 GMT -5
Once the glass door began to slide open, Alice was ready and turned away before his eyes caught a glimpse of the naughty place. He saw Carter grab a towel out of the corner of his eye and looked back at him with a glare. The left side of his face convulsed for a split second when Carter called him by his real name. He took a step back when Carter approached him, eyes glancing down at his bare chest. Alice rolled his eyes at Carter's cocky attitude and words, saying irritably, "Yeah, I do. Not as often as you do, though." He stepped out of the bathroom as not to feel so confined and asked, "Why must you always intrude my house? If you see anything you like, you're welcome to take it... and leave." He sat at his desk, pondering whether to call the authorities. Eh, he thought, I don't want all that attention and fuss. Family wouldn't appreciate that, either. He considered threatening Carter again, but he doubt it would faze him any more than last time.
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