|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Aug 29, 2009 19:19:01 GMT -5
"When the thorn bush turns white, that's when I'll come home...."
Her head moving slightly to the beat of the song, her ears wonderfully plugged with iPod headphones, Nevaeh roamed through the masses of people in the mall, moving silently past each person. There were a ton of bodies all moving against each other, making it almost claustraphobic in the halls of the mall; Neaveh pressed against the walls.
She gazed into store after store, seeing nothing that was worth wasting her money on, especially money that she'd worked for like she had. As one of her headphones crackled and zapped her ear, she made her way toward the electronics store, roving through the shelves until she found a pair of black headphones to match her iPod. Paying for them quickly, with a dazzling smile for the cute cashier boy, Nevaeh turned away and headed to the food court.
One small chocolate shake later, Nev sat at one of the tables, her eyes on the people around them. No one looked her way; no one even noticed she was there, really. How depressing is that? she thought, wrinkling her nose at the thought, as she sipped her shake.
"Like the morning sun your eyes will follow me...."
Nevaeh fiddled with the numerous bracelets on her wrists, and took the sunglasses from atop her head, placing them on the table before her. Boredom was setting in like the venom from a snakebite, and Nev shifted in her seat, sighing heavily. But hey, being bored here was more fun than being bored at home.
wearing: click.it.
music; Full Moon - The Black Ghosts
time; around six in the evening.
|
|
|
|
Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 29, 2009 19:56:05 GMT -5
 WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.IGNORANCE IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND. IGNORANCE IS YOUR NEW BEST FRI-
"AHHH!" Thud. That was the sound of a nineteen year old male being woken up out of a deep slumbed by his alarm clock and... the wall. It was his fault, about the wall, he'd been the one to put his bed that close to the wall with no space left to not hit it every time the alarm clock woke him up. Though you probably would have thought that he'd learn from his mistakes by now, right? Well, no, not exactly. This happened almost every morning and he had yet to learn from the mistake of having a bed so close to the wall. It was a miracle that he hadn't knocked himself out from the pressure building up behind his skull after every hit to it. But James didn't seem to care all that much, most of the time he was still tired after having been woken up. Just like right now, as was evident from the fact that his hand was nowhere near his alarm clock; flailing around trying to look for the snooze button, only to find the wall. He rolled over, the wrong way and ended up falling. "AHH!" His voice was sleepy and slightly high pitched in the mornings, which made his current situtation a lot worse. Especially since, after he had moved, he was now stuck... between his bed and the wall. What a, uh, strange, predicament to be in. Now how was he supposed to get out of this problem, eh? Blowing his hair out of his eyes and looking up to the ceiling, James wondered if it was possible to reach his phone from this position. He stretched his arm across the bed, fingertips scrazing the side of his phone, but that only made everything all that much more worse. Instead of getting his phone, he got a face full of covers and ended up on the floor. Stuck even more. Mentally smacking himself on the forehead, James struggled to get up. Last time this had happened Jaxon had told him to crawl under his bed; but that wouldn't work, he didn't have one of those beds. He had drawers underneath it! However, his phone had fallen down as he had and he could just about reach it now. James picked it up with one hand and sent a quick text message to Stella: 'HELPI'MSTUCK!' then struggled to get free from the bed.
Ten minutes later, James was standing in the middle of his room looking at his bed with a most distasteful expression on his face. Mentally telling it off for being so damn annoying and trapping. It was a seductive bed, ha! Shaking his head at it, the tall male loped off to the bathroom for a quick shower before getting dressed. After wrapping a towel around the lower half of his body, the nineteen year old shuffled back into his bedroom; trying to avoid his puppy who looked like she was about to attack his leg, as she had done so, so many times before. Diving sideways into his room, James kicked the door shut with his foot and shifted over to his closet. He looked around for something to wear and settled on a 'Glamour Kills' t-shirt, and a pair of jean shorts. He didn't know what the weather would be like out there, but he didn't really care. Towel drying his hair, the male got on his knees on the floor and looked under his dresser for a pair of shoes that he was sure he'd kicked under there last night. There was a pizza box and a pair of boxer shorts under there, but no shoes. Oh, right. He had meant to clean that up the other day. Once he had located both of his blue DC sneakers, James shoved a wristband on his wrist, grabbed his cell phone, keys and wallet, left his apartment and decided to take a walk into Fairview shopping district. There was nothing else to do and he was running dangerously low on glitter supplies. His apartment, rather conveniently, was located not five minutes away from the mall so he arrived there rather quickly in comparison to some other places. Within ten minutes, James was in the store that housed all of his glitter needs and had purchased more than enough tubs of glitter the be considered 'illegal'. Now... all he had to do was have some fun with them and everything would be right in the world. But, wait... hang on a minute! Was that his stomach that just rumbled?! James blinked and looked down at his stomach.
It rumbled again. James distinctly swearing that he heard it say 'feed me. feed me.' Turning on his heel, the nineteen year old skipped over to the food court and brought himself a large strawberry milkshake and a cookie before scanning the tables for any lifeforms avaliable for a bedazzling. A smirk crossed his features when he noticed someone alone. Shoving the cookie in his mouth and tossing the empty cup into the trash can, James skipped over to the alone-some person with a pot of glitter already in his hand, opened too. "Want some glitter?!" He asked the female, and without waiting for an answer, James sprinkled the glitter in her hair and over the table.
ONCE UPON A TIME JAMES DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK AT FAIRVIEW MALL, IN CLOTHES WHERE HE MET UP WITH NEVAEH COLE AND FINISHED SPEAKING TO HER IN A LOT WORDS. OF COURSE, HE DID HAVE HELP FROM IGNORANCE BY PARAMORE. JOANNA MADE EVERYTHING AND IS NOW GOING TO FINISH LISTENING TO UMBRELLA BY ALL TIME LOW, BECAUSE SHE THINKS THIS POST IS RATHER LONG. BUT STILL LOVES HOPE! CIAO! |
|
|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Aug 29, 2009 20:19:16 GMT -5
Nevaeh was beginning to give up hope that she'd find someone interesting to bother and pester, and yanked the iPod headphones from her ears, sighing heavily. Midway through the final sip of her shake, Nevaeh's world was suddenly very brightly colored and sparkle-filled, and she blinked with shock.
"Want some glitter?!"
The voice of a male filled her ears just before the glitter splattered all over her, and she looked up quickly to see who was sprinkling her.
Ooh. Hello, cuteness, her first thought struck in her mind, before she blinked the glitter from her eyes and smiled at the guy standing behind her. He was standing with a tub of glitter in hand, one of the big tubs that people with an affinity for Arts and Crafts buy, so that they can have bulk amounts of glitter for their various projects. Or, if you're a glitter addict, it was the kind of tub you buy so that you can playfully attack random people and sparkle their world. He had a cute smile, which he was sharing with her at that moment, and she noticed that his fashion sense wasn't too shabby, either.
"You don't give much time for an answer, but thanks. I knew my outfit was missing something, I just couldn't put my finger on it." Nevaeh laughed, rolling her eyes and shaking some of the glitter from her hair, though she knew that she was going to be shedding glitter for days and days to follow.
"Want to sit?" she asked the guy, smiling widely and motioning to the empty seat across from her. "Oh, I'm Nevaeh Cole, by the way," she quickly added.
What's your name, cutie? The thought came against her will, and she almost rolled her eyes at herself, but contained it. She rolled up the headphones of her iPod, shoving the music player into the front pocket of her jeans, and she fiddled with the bottom of her "Love, Rock, & Woodstock" t-shirt. She loved Snoopy, he was one of the cutest little cartoons ever, in her opinion, and as she looked down, she saw that glitter had fallen upon him, making him even better.
Brushing away some of the glitter from her fingers and hands, she waited to see what this guy was going to do. A glance at the table told her that her sunglasses were also blindingly sparkly, and she smiled a little wider; the guy must love glitter. |
|
|
|
Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 29, 2009 21:02:00 GMT -5
WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. Glitter was fun, James, for some reason as obssessed by the pots. He smirked at the person he was covering in glitter, not really wanting to wait for the response before he did so. There was no fun in asking permission before going ahead and doing something; it took away the anticipation and adrenaline. He didn't like it, not one bit. He watched as the female blinked the glitter from her eyes and smiled up at him; James grinned back at her, raising one eyebrow and holding up the pot of glitter in his hand.
You don't give much time for an answer, but thanks. I knew my outfit was missing something, I just couldn't put my finger on it.
James watched this new female shake some more glitter out of her hair. "Well, that's not a problem, just doing my glitteric duties, y'know?" What he'd meant to say was 'civic' instead of 'glitteric', but civic just didn't sound all that cool to him and James did find that glittering people was so much fun, especially when they were least expecting it. "Well, even if you had said no to me I would have dumped the pot of glitter over your head and the table; just because I can do that sort of thing and live to tell the tale - unless you're Saint Michaeals, then I'd end up six feet under the stars, or worse." For a brief moment, James frowned, but then quickly turned it upside down and was grinning at the female, once again.
Want to sit? "Sure!" James sat himself down on the table, rather than in a chair. Oh, I'm Nevaeh Cope, by the way. He nodded at her introduction and shoved the very last piece of cookie in his mouth as he put the lid back on the glitter pot and set it on the table. "Why, haii Nevaeh Cope; I'm James DeWolfe, and I like cookies and glitter." He smiled down at the brunette and blew some of his hair out of his eyes. "I must say, glitter really does do you justice."
ONCE UPON A TIME JAMES DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK AT FAIRVIEW MALL, IN CLOTHES WHERE HE MET UP WITH NEVAEH COLE AND FINISHED SPEAKING TO HER IN A LOT WORDS. OF COURSE, HE DID HAVE HELP FROM IGNORANCE BY PARAMORE. JOANNA MADE EVERYTHING AND IS NOW GOING TO FINISH LISTENING TO THERAPY BY ALL TIME LOW, BECAUSE SHE THINKS THIS POST IS RATHER ODD. BUT STILL LOVES HOPE! CIAO! |
|
|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Aug 29, 2009 22:06:38 GMT -5
Instead of sitting in a chair, like most folks would do, this strange boy sat on the tabletop, shoved a cookie in his mouth, and grinned at her. Huh. He's an oddball. Yeah! I'm not the only one! Nevaeh grinned at the guy, a true smile, and picked up her shake, which was also glitter-covered, and tossed it into the trashcan a few feet from them.
"Well, that's not a problem, just doing my glitteric duties, y'know?" Smiling as he made up his own term for his glitter-attack, Nevaeh nodded her head. "Everyone should have glitter. It tops off every outfit. Well, I think it does, anyway, but then again, I'm not exactly a style expert, obviously." She glanced down at her outfit-- green Snoopy shirt, ripped jeans, a few dozen multi-colored bracelets, a multi-colored belt, and her favorite shoes, which had rainbows on them-- and knew that her words were true. Anyone looking at her style would immediately think "random," and they would be totally, 100% correct.
"Why, haii Nevaeh Cope; I'm James DeWolfe, and I like cookies and glitter." Nevaeh could not help but chortle a little bit at his introduction. "Cookies and glitter, huh? I never would have guessed." More quiet laughter, as she toyed with one of her bracelets, a gesture she had when she was in one of her weird moods that didn't really have a name. It wasn't shy, but it wasn't "run around in your underpants" confident, either. Sort of in between.
"I must say, glitter really does do you justice." Rolling her eyes, Nevaeh waved her hand to dismiss that comment. "Why, thank you very much," she said, adding, "It's not every day I get glitter tossed on me and told it does me justice." She'd been looking for something to do, something other than the endless boredom; this boy was sure to provide endless entertainment.
"So what are you doing in the mall on this fine day?" she asked, looking at him curiously, "when you could be outside, spreading glitter with the world? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
wearing: click.it.
music; Broken - Lifehouse |
|
|
|
Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 30, 2009 16:44:32 GMT -5
WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. James usually sat on tables, or the floor whenever he didn't feel like becoming a small person and sitting on the chairs that were provided. He liked his height and occasionally he didn't want little things to take that away from him. Sure, it was a weird thing to be concious about, but James was already kind of on the small side and he didn't want to seem any smaller than was necessary. He noticed that he'd covered her shake in glitter and tilted his head as she tossed it in the trash can.
"I can, uhh, replace that if you want. If it was empty, or something..." The nineteen year old nodded to the trash can where she had just tossed her cardboard cup that may or may not have had some milkshake still in. "for getting glitter in it?" Now, most people percieved James as really angry and horrible, but he was actually a sweetheart; he just didn't like some people.
Everyone should have glitter. It tops off every outfit. Well, I think it does, anyway, but then again, I'm not exactly a style expert, obviously. Nevaeh looked down at her outfit and James tilted his head and looked down at her outfit too, he didn't think that she had a bad dress sense. "Doesn't look too bad, really. But you do sparkle more, with thanks to my trusted glitter." The back up vocalist laughed a little and turned his cap backwards.
Cookies and glitter, huh? I never would have guessed. James laughed and pulled the peak of his cap back around to the front of his head. "The cookie and the pot of glitter clearly not a dead giveaway, then, huh?" He asked, slightly sarcastic, putting his cap back on his head, sideways.
Why, thank you very much. James nodded. It's not every day I get glitter tossed on me and told it does me justtice. He laughed again and nodded his head faintly. "Well, I do pick and choose who gets a daily doseage of glitteric duties; you just so happened to be my first victim of the week, feel proud of yourself, Nevaeh. I don't glitter everyone."
So what are you doing in the mall on this fine day? Nevaeh was looking at him... weirdly. When you could be outside, spreading glitter with the world? If you don't mind me asking, that is. James smiled "Spreading glitter in the mall, instead. It's much funnier when you shake glitter over the security guards and then run away with them chasing you."
ONCE UPON A TIME JAMES DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK AT FAIRVIEW MALL, IN CLOTHES WHERE HE MET UP WITH NEVAEH COLE AND FINISHED SPEAKING TO HER IN A LOT OF WORDS. OF COURSE, HE DID HAVE HELP FROM IGNORANCE BY PARAMORE. JOANNA MADE EVERYTHING AND IS NOW GOING TO FINISH LISTENING TO THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW BY IT'S CREATOR, BECAUSE SHE THINKS THIS POST IS RATHER ODD. BUT STILL LOVES HOPE! CIAO! |
|
|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Aug 31, 2009 13:08:58 GMT -5
Nevaeh leaned back in her chair, her arms falling behind her as she stretched out her legs, noticing that they had not been spared from the glitter. "I can, uhh, replace that if you want. If it was empty, or something..." Nevvie shook her head at his comment, glancing toward the can and then back to James. "Nah, it was empty anyway. I've been sitting here a while."
She let go of a soft sigh, looking around at all the people around them. Some of the folks in the food court were looking towards Nevaeh and James with strange, confused expressions on their faces, obviously wondering what all the glitter was about; Nevaeh couldn't help but laugh aloud at their expressions. She looked back at James, seeing the look on his face, and explained her random laughter. "The looks on some of these people's faces are completely priceless. I wish I had a camera on me. They act like they've never seen glitter before."
"Doesn't look too bad, really. But you do sparkle more, with thanks to my trusted glitter." Rolling her eyes at his comment, she picked a piece of glitter from her arm. "Well, you're definately the first one who thinks that," she told him with a smile. "Everyone seems to label my style.... weird. Freakish." She shrugged slightly, to show it was no big deal. "Hey, it's not like they're the ones wearing it, right?"
"The cookie and the pot of glitter clearly not a dead giveaway, then, huh?" Nevaeh blurted laughter, as James adjusted his cap, and she rolled her eyes. "No, no, of course not. I never would have guessed. You're a master of deception."
"Well, I do pick and choose who gets a daily doseage of glitteric duties;" Again with that funny, made-up word, and Nevaeh giggled quietly. James seemed like a fun-loving guy; the kind of guy that randomly makes up words, for example. "You just so happened to be my first victim of the week, feel proud of yourself, Nevaeh. I don't glitter everyone." Smirking, Nev nodded her head solemly. "I do feel special then. So special that I feel like I'm sparkling. Oh, wait...." She giggled again, and brushed her hair from her face; it had an annoying habit of falling in her eyes occasionally.
"Spreading glitter in the mall, instead. It's much funnier when you shake glitter over the security guards and then run away with them chasing you." Nevaeh raised up one eyebrow at this comment, and said, "You sound like you speak from experience. I don't doubt it."
wearing: click.it.
music; Emergency - Paramore |
|
|
|
Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 31, 2009 14:31:55 GMT -5
] WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. Nah, it was empty anyway. I've been sitting here a while. James nodded gently and leaned backwards, careful not to topple over the edge of the table and cause a scene, where people would look at him like he was some kind of alien. Which, on many accounts; people had believed he was, especially Jaxon and Tracey.
The looks on some of these people's faces are completely priceless. I wish I had a camera on me. They act like they've never seen glitter before. James laughed, allowing his big, brown eyes to scan the surrounding area, catching sight of the passer-bys expressions and glances at the two teens, both covered in glitter. "Either that, or; they've never seen sparkly people before." He smirked, waving his hand at someone who quickened their pace and disappeared round the corner.
Well you're definitey the first one who thinks that, everyone seems to label my style... weird. Freakish. James looked over at Nevaeh; his eyes looking over her clothing, trying to work out what she meant by it being weird... freakish, even. "Hrm, I've seen some pretty weird styles of clothing in my nineteen years of living, so, I can assure you that your style doesn't come under, either weird, or freakish; it's more normal, compared to others." He flashed her a grin and looked around, again. Hey, it's not like they're the ones wearing it, right? "Oh, well I think I can arrange that." James snickered.
Adjusting his cap, James twitched his nose and listened to Nevaeh speak, once more. No, no, of course not. I never would have guessed. You're a master of deception. "Ell, em, ahh, oh." He laughed, bringing Instant messanger words into play, being lazy.
I do feel special then. So special that I feel like I'm sparkling. Oh, wait... James laughed, again. "That you are, quite literally I must say."
You sound like you speak from experience. I don't doubt it. Chuckling, the nineteen year old nodded his head and looked over in the direction of the security guard. "Aye, that I do. All of them know me and a few of them confiscate my glitter on occasions where I get too annoying." Picking up his pot of glitter, James looked over at the fountain in the middle of the mall and smirked. "Want to glitter a day with me?" He asked, getting up from the table.
"After all, a glitter a day keeps the doctor away... or is that apples?"
ONCE UPON A TIME JAMES DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK AT FAIRVIEW MALL, IN CLOTHES WHERE HE MET UP WITH NEVAEH COLE AND FINISHED SPEAKING TO HER IN A LOT OF WORDS. OF COURSE, HE DID HAVE HELP FROM IGNORANCE BY PARAMORE. JOANNA MADE EVERYTHING AND IS NOW GOING TO FINISH LISTENING TO UNHEARTED BY AUTOMATIC LOVELETTER, BECAUSE SHE THINKS THIS POST IS RATHER ODD. BUT STILL LOVES HOPE! CIAO! |
|
|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Aug 31, 2009 14:56:27 GMT -5
Nevaeh picked up her now-sparkly sunglasses and toyed with them for a moment while James spoke, her fingers trailing over the tie-dye colors that she loved so much. "Either that, or; they've never seen sparkly people before." Nodding her head, Nevaeh glanced up at James with a toying smile on her face. "Well, you know, on days that you don't come and glitter-ficate people here, people forget what it's like to see sparkly people."
When he mentioned the fact that he could make people sparkly, Nevaeh laughed at the tone of his voice. "You sound so ominous, like glitter will melt them or something. Which, actually, might be true for some of these people. They look like even the word 'fun' is infectious poison to them. How sad." Looking around at the people around them, Nevvie knew that her analysis was close to correct; these people all looked stuffy and anti-fun.
"Want to glitter a day with me?" Nevaeh smiled widely at the invitation, and rose from her chair. As she stood, glitter tumbled from her hair and clothes and sparkled the floor in pretty colors of every different hue. "After all, a glitter a day keeps the doctor away... or is that apples?" His expression made Nevaeh chortle quietly, and she said, "I believe it is apples that keep doctors away, but I think glitter couldn't hurt, you know it?" She pinched a bit of glitter from the table between her fingers, and sprinkled it over James' head, giggling as she did so. "There. I think we're off to a great start."
wearing: click.it.
music; Thunder - Boys Like Girls |
|
|
|
Post by James DeWolfe on Sept 1, 2009 19:38:43 GMT -5
WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. James found it funny how everything had been covered in glitter and he'd only used a pinch of it from the tub. Must have been a pretty big pinch, eh? Not that it mattered anyway, before glitter made the world go around - or, it made his world go around, and there was no way that he would allow anyone to take that away from him. Glitter was like a heavy drug to him; he couldn't live with it and he couldn't live without it; lest the world should run out of glitter. He smiled blankly at that thought and tilted his head slightly to one side, forgetting where he was for a moment, confused. Then he snapped back into reality as soon as he heard Nevaeh's voice, cut through the air.
Well, you know, on days that you don't come and glitter-ficate people here, people forget what it's like to see sparkly people. James laughed loudly, throwing back his head a little. "Haha, well; if that's so, then they should switch on their televisions and flick through every single channel until they find a man called Julian Clarey - then they'd see glittery people, every day. Without ever having to come to the mall... but then, who would I glitter-ate?" He thought about this for a moment, flicking some hair out of his eyes and adjusting his cap.. again.
You sound so ominous, like glitter will melt them or something. Which, actually, might be true for some of those people. They look like even the word 'fun' is infectious posion to them. How sad. James nodded his head, judging by the facial expressions on eighty five per cent of the people in the mall today; that fact was more than likely true. "Not going to disagree there, Nevaeh."
The nineteen year old asked her if she would like to accompany him in his glitter-fication duties and watched as she rose from her chair, almost instantaniously. He watched the glitter fall from her clothes with fascination, had it always been so... shiney? I believe it is apples that keep the doctors away, but I think glitter couldn't hurt you, you know it? That was a nice notion. "Lest you decided to snort it like cocaine, then it probably would... could possibly kill you too." Nevaeh sprinkled some glitter over him and he sneezed then laughed. There. I think we're off to a great start. Chucking, he nodded and rubbed his nose. "Right, so let's glitter-ficate some people whilst they're not looking, yeah?" Without waiting he skipped off. Yes, he skipped.
ONCE UPON A TIME JAMES DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK AT FAIRVIEW MALL, IN CLOTHES WHERE HE MET UP WITH NEVAEH COLE AND FINISHED SPEAKING TO HER IN A LOT OF WORDS. OF COURSE, HE DID HAVE HELP FROM IGNORANCE BY PARAMORE. JOANNA MADE EVERYTHING AND IS NOW GOING TO FINISH LISTENING TO UMBRELLA BY ALL TIME LOW, BECAUSE SHE THINKS THIS POST IS RATHER ODD. BUT STILL LOVES HOPE! CIAO! |
|
|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Sept 1, 2009 19:56:00 GMT -5
Nev could not help but laugh a little bit at his blank expression, and she laughed even harder when he snapped back to reality with a grin. Does he always float off into vacant thought like that? she wondered, as he spoke. "Haha, well; if that's so, then they should switch on their televisions and flick through every single channel until they find a man called Julian Clarey - then they'd see glittery people, every day." Watching as he flicked back his hair and adjusted his cap, she smiled softly. "I think that seeing glittery people every day would give me a heart attack; the world would be a better place. There would be no war." Nevaeh snorted a laugh at that, her hand on her now-aching stomach; too much laughter had a tendency to do that to her.
Nev looked at the people around her once more, watching as a few people quickly averted their eyes from her. Geez, I'm not a leper, you know. I'm just glittery.... She turned back to James and watched as he assessed people, too. He is freaking cute, she found herself thinking. Probably has a girlfriend already. Just my luck. And they're probably really happy together, with no chance of splitting up. Rats.
"Lest you decided to snort it like cocaine, then it probably would... could possibly kill you too." Nevaeh giggled at the thought of snorting glitter, and winced as she thought of the burn it would cause. "I tried something like that once. On a dare. I had to crush up Smarties and snort them." She shuddered at the memory, though a laugh came from her lips. "It hurt, let me tell you. Same goes for hot cocoa powder. But hey, those two little stunts got me a good fourty dollars; well worth the pain."
"Right, so let's glitter-ficate some people whilst they're not looking, yeah?" She watched with surprise as James skipped away, and shook her head with a slight chuckle, grabbing her sunglasses and running to catch up with him. "Do you always skip through malls like this?" she asked as she fell into step-- or rather, fell into skip-- beside him, placing her sunglasses atop her head. She already knew the answer to her own question; of course James skipped through malls. He tossed glitter on random strangers. Why wouldn't he skip whilst he was doing it?
wearing: click.it.
music; Thunder - Boys Like Girls |
|
|
|
Post by James DeWolfe on Sept 1, 2009 20:11:24 GMT -5
WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. I think that seeing glittery people every day would give me a heart attack; the world would be a better place. There would be no war. James laughed, bringing a hand up to the side of his head and itching his cheek with the side of his hand. "Yes, you would also need some sunglasses, I'd imagine." He added with a grin, raising his eyebrows slightly and sliding one of his hands into the pocket of his shorts. "But, yay for no more war. That would be awesome." He ignored everyone around the two of them; used to being stared at by now, what with all his glitter exploits.
I tried something like that once. On a dare. I had to crush up Smarties and snort them. James' expression changed...drastically; the smile faded from his face, his eyebrow was lowered and both of them were then furrowed as he looked at her rather strangely. Waiting to see if she would say anything else on the subject. It hurt, let me tell you. Same goes for hot cocoa powder. But hey, those two little stunts got me a good fourty dollars; well worth the pain. At the last comment, James' smile returned and he unfurrowed his brows. "What an... interesting story." He commented, trying to get his words out in the correct way.
Do you always skip through malls like this? James laughed, carried on skipping. "Only after I've had coffee." He admitted, still skipping, narrowly avoiding a woman with a child in a push chair. "Wait, no... I have coffee almost every day, so yeah; that would be an accurate assumption." He reached up to turn his hat, again. His other hand creeping down to the pot of glitter in his pocket; undoing the cap in the pocket as he spied a likely target and pinched some glitter from the pot. "Victim, numero uno." He mumbled, pointing to a couple who were holding hands and looked like they were having a good time.
Skipping over to them, James lifted his hand up and then dusted the glitter over the couple who stopped walking so suddenly that James actually walked into the back of them; somehow managing to cover them even more in glitter. "Oh, sorry about that." He gave them a polite smile and then skipped back over to Nevaeh. "Would you like to try?" he asked, smiling.
ONCE UPON A TIME JAMES DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK AT FAIRVIEW MALL, IN CLOTHES WHERE HE MET UP WITH NEVAEH COLE AND FINISHED SPEAKING TO HER IN A LOT OF WORDS. OF COURSE, HE DID HAVE HELP FROM IGNORANCE BY PARAMORE. JOANNA MADE EVERYTHING AND IS NOW GOING TO FINISH LISTENING TO MOMENTS BETWEEN SLEEP BY VERSAEMERGE, BECAUSE SHE THINKS THIS POST IS RATHER ODD. BUT STILL LOVES HOPE! CIAO! |
|
|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Sept 1, 2009 21:53:32 GMT -5
Nevaeh adjusted the sunglasses atop her head before they could fall off, and skipped along with him, avoiding the people that he'd nearly run into, smiling at them apologetically. "Yes, you would also need some sunglasses, I'd imagine." Laughing quietly, Nev motioned to the ones on top of her hair. "Well then, I guess it's a good thing have some, huh? And tie-dye, too! I adore tie-dye, don't you?" She really did love her tie-dye, loved the blend of colors, and loved to wear it as often as she could.
"But, yay for no more war. That would be awesome." Oh, how right he was. "I couldn't agree more; I'm pretty much a hippy when it comes to war. Make love, not war, and all that stuff, you know...." She grinned widely, and tossed her hair back from her face.
Listening to his response to her story, Nevaeh laughed lightly when he said, "What an... interesting story." "Hey, it got me enough money to get a ton of energy drinks; unfortunately, I was madly crazy about them back then. I'm probably suffering incredible internal damage from all the Monsters and stuff that I drank." She made a face at the thought, and shuddered; she'd grown out of her love of energy drinks.
Like James, though, Nevaeh liked her coffee. "Wait, no... I have coffee almost every day, so yeah; that would be an accurate assumption." Nodding her head, Nevaeh replied, "Yeah, I'm that way, too. I can hardly function in the morning without it. How sad is that?" Wrinkling her nose, she assessed her sad addiction to caffine... along with multiple other substances. But that wasn't the sort of thing you mentioned on the first day you met someone.
Nevaeh paused when James did, and watched as he approached a couple and doused them in glitter, much to their dismay. He apologized half-heartedly and came back to Nevaeh, who was nearly crying with supressed laughter; she let go of a few giggles, though. "Would you like to try?" "I would love to try, thank you very much!" She looked around them, trying to pick out a victim.
wearing: click.it.
music; Thunder - Boys Like Girls |
|
|
|
Post by James DeWolfe on Sept 3, 2009 7:05:42 GMT -5
WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. James liked skipping, he didn't see that there was anything wrong with a male skipping around the place. People who deemed it ridiculous for a grown male to be skipping were too judgemental for his liking and he didn't want to have anything to do with them. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it. The way he put it: if you could skip then you should skip. Don't hide what you can ... flaunt, when you have it.
Well then, I guess it's a good thing I have some, huh? And tie-dye, too! I adore tie-dye, don't you? James laughed and carried on skipping, uncaring of the people he passed staring at him as he went. "Yes, it's a very good thing you have sunglasses," He chuckled. "Uhm, well I don't particularly like tie-dye, but if you do, then that's cool by me." And it was, James was by no means a judgemental person, unless you put him with the girls of Because We Can.
I couldn't agree more; I'm pretty much a hippy when it comes to war. Make love, not war, and all that stuff, you know... He nodded, only half knowing what she was talking about. James couldn't exactly say that he wouldn't make war because of his history with Saint Michaels; always going at each other's throats and stuff, y'know.
Hey, it got me enough money to get a ton of energy drinks; unfortunately, I was madly crazy about them back them. I'm probably suffering incredible internal damage from all the Monsters and stuff that I drank. Again, James nodded. "Energy drinks are awesome, but I prefer the alcohol." James was a bit of an alcoholic and was almost always drunk than he was sober. "I've probably got extensive liver damage and I'm only nineteen."
Yeah, I'm that way, too. I can hardly function in the morning without it. How sad is that?
"I don't think it's sad, I'm the same way and everyone knows what I'm like when waking up. Stella made coffee this morning, whilst I was still in bed, it got me out of bed really quickly, quicker than usual" James laughed, removing his hat and running his fingers through his hair. "Besides; I don't think that there's many people out there who could function properly, in the mornings, without the use of coffee."
He'd glittered a passing couple and had asked Nevaeh if she'd like to have a go. Who liked like she was about to cry with laughter. He threw her an innocent grin and took her hand, sprinkling some glitter into her palm and standing back, waiting for her to pick a victim. "How about those two teens, over there?" He asked, pointing to two males who were rather confused.
ONCE UPON A TIME JAMES DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK AT FAIRVIEW MALL, IN CLOTHES WHERE HE MET UP WITH NEVAEH COLE AND FINISHED SPEAKING TO HER IN A LOT OF WORDS. OF COURSE, HE DID HAVE HELP FROM IGNORANCE BY PARAMORE. JOANNA MADE EVERYTHING AND IS NOW GOING TO FINISH LISTENING TO MOMENTS BETWEEN SLEEP BY VERSAEMERGE, BECAUSE SHE THINKS THIS POST IS RATHER ODD. BUT STILL LOVES HOPE! CIAO! |
|
|
|
Post by Nevaeh Cope on Sept 7, 2009 20:44:27 GMT -5
Never being a particularly girly girl, Nevaeh had never really skipped before, at least not for any good length of time. But, she had to admit, this was actually really fun, skipping through the mall. People were staring, like they were wearing neon colors and singing "Can't Touch This" or something, but that only added to the fun for Nevaeh. The glitter was sticking to her skin, so she probably looked reflective to those who saw her, but that was no matter of significance to Nevaeh; she was having too much fun to care what others thought of her.
"Uhm, well I don't particularly like tie-dye, but if you do, then that's cool by me." A surprised laugh came from Neaveh's lips, and she looked at him with a smile. "The glitter man doesn't like tie-dye? Hm. What's not to like? It's so pretty and colorful.... Then again, I'm a girl." Another laugh came from her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Energy drinks are awesome, but I prefer the alcohol." Nodding her head, Nevaeh felt a strange sense of relief in her soul. She was a closet alcoholic, really, liking the drink a little too much, and was glad that she wasn't the only one that liked drinking. "Yeah, me too. More often than not, you can find me smashed." A wide grin on her face, Nevaeh wondered if it was weird to be giving this sort of information to someone who was practically a stranger, but she didn't really care. "I've probably got extensive liver damage and I'm only nineteen." he added, and Nevaeh found herself agreeing. "Same here. I'll be lucky to live to fourty, really, which is depressing."
Nevaeh wrestled a lot with her addiction to alcohol, but in the end, her willpower wasn't strong enough for her to quit. It was the same with other substances, namely the illegal kind, but she didn't do any of that quite as often. It was still enough to weigh on her mind and make her worry about her health; she was quite a bit of a worry-wart.
"I don't think it's sad, I'm the same way and everyone knows what I'm like when waking up. Stella made coffee this morning, whilst I was still in bed, it got me out of bed really quickly, quicker than usual" Stella... That name sounded familiar, like Nev had heard her name before.... Maybe she was in a band that she knew? That was very possible. But, just as she'd suspected, that meant that James was taken; and from the tone of his voice, he sounded quite smitten with her. That is one lucky girl, she found herself thinking with a minor internal sigh of defeat. "You're lucky; I don't have anyone to make me coffee. I have to make it myself or, even worse, get it from McDonald's or something. It's not too bad, but it's just so hot...." Nevaeh cringed at the thought of the burn on her tongue that it caused, and she sighed heavily.
"How about those two teens, over there?" James asked, sprinkling glitter in her palm and pointing to a pair of boys, who were staring at them in confusion. "Okay," she said, nodding, "but what do I say?"
wearing: click.it.
music; Thunder - Boys Like Girls |
|
