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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 2, 2009 18:09:21 GMT -5
"SHITMOTHERFUCKERR.FUCKFU--GAH!"
Tearing at the pieces of paper on the floor in front of her, the nineteen year old blonde female, slammed her head down on the desk next to her and fell off the chair. It wasn't a very nice feeling and she regretted doing that rather instantly. Hence the foul words that just exited her mouth as she sat there, trying to work on an assingment for school. She was getting nowhere and decided that it would be in best interest if she went for a walk, leaving her apartment in a matter moments.
Unfortunately, the blonde had had a blonde moment and had left her keys in her apartment. She sighed and left her apartment building, she couldn't be bothered to call anyone out to get that problem rectified; she'd deal with it in the morning. What she needed now was some vodka and a smoke; then all would be right for the world. Fortunately; there happened to be a rather nice convenience store at the end of the road; she popped in for a bottle of vodka and a packet of rizla's, paying without showing identification. She smiled politely and set about downing the vodka until she was near enough drunk. It didn't take too long, she'd hardly eaten at all, that day.
"I'm... a little teapot." Emily sang, as she stumbled down the road, falling over, on her ass; outside the motel, sending her into a giggle fit. "short and ... stout!" she continued, still giggling as she remained on the floor.
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Post by Charlie Red on Sept 3, 2009 18:47:29 GMT -5
Make a wish
 Make it hurt
With my hand
☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ Mid-Binge? The point of time when you realize you're running out of things to take. Charlie had stolen a skateboard from a 12 year old and was now swaying down the sidewalk with a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. He was heading to the 7/11... the girl that worked there would probably sell him beer. He was coming up on the Super 8... it was right across from the 7/11. He saw a girl sitting outside with what looked like a vodka bottle. What He didn't see was-
"Oh Shi-" Charlie said as the wheels of the skateboard connected with an insurmountable crack and set him crashing to the ground in front of the girl.
"Fuck... ow... dammit..." Charlie breathed out as he peeled his face from the pavement. The bottle had miraculously remained intact, and rolled in front of him letting the liquid flow onto his face. ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 4, 2009 8:12:58 GMT -5
The floor was actually rather comfortable, but cold. She shifted uneasily and turned her head in every whichway direction that she could, looking up and down the street for no reason in particular. It was kind of dark and she wasn't so sure that being alone was a good thing, even though she was drunk and singing a nursery rhyme, in a very loud voice. She continued to sing, even as a boy approached her... fast.
''Here's my handle, here's my spo-- AHH!" The boy crashed himself in front of Emily; scaring her half to death for a moment before she broke into a fit of giggles and shuffled along the floor, on her knees, closer to the male.
Fuck.. ow... dammit... He peeled his face from the pavement, his bottle leaking over his face. Emily thought that he looked remarkably like Gabe Saporta...
"Dude, that skateboard is, like... fucked." She told him with a nod of her head, picking up the bottle and standing it upright next to where he was still on the floor.
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