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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 13, 2009 16:55:29 GMT -5
 and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happySitting in the middle of the floor of her apartment, surrounded by a million and three different sheets of music notes, lyrics, rehearsal notes, school work and bills she had to pay; Harlequin Powers sighed and ran her slender fingers through her long, brown hair. "Well shit." she murmered in her Canadian accent as she picked up one of the bills and looked at it closely. She was currently trying to attempt an insurmountable task within the fire hazard that she now called her living room. Normally her apartment was a clean and tidy place, today was a whole different story, completely.
Shaking her head at the task she had set before her, the eighteen year old guitarist cursed herself silently and ploughed on with her work. She needed to get it all sorted before one (or all) of her friends turned up at her apartment and demanded a jamming session before wandering out into the big, bad world and turning into a night club or Rushmore's. However; she wasn't too sure it would work; there was just too much and she knew that she needed some help, but didn't want to admit it. "Fuuuuuck." Harlequin almost yelled as she dropped the bill and picked up another pile.
"Maintenant, je donne des." the girl usually talked to herself when she was alone - who else was she supposed to talk to, eh? Sighing, she got up from the floor and walked across the carpet to her kitchen, papers still in her hands as she did so. Passing the picture of her late father, Harlequin stopped at the refrigerator and considered opening it. A few seconds passed and the papers were placed on the side while her slender hand slipped around the handle and pulled the door open, her other hand dove inside and pulled out a carton of apple juice and some chocolate.
No sooner had she poured herself a glass of the apple juice and broken off a piece of the chocolate, did a knock at her apartment door sound. Was she expecting a visitor? Harlequin racked her mind for an answer - no that she knew of. Shrugging, she took the apple juice and chocolate with her too the door and opened it for the person standing behind it. It was a surprise to see the person standing there, at her doorstep. A smile crossed her sleepy features as she opened her mouth to speak in an excited tone. "Hey, sweetie. Come on inside, would you like some apple juice?"
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 13, 2009 18:39:31 GMT -5
 CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS[/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] The life of Saint was never dull. The fiery redhead always had something to do, somewhere to go or someone to see. Her days were mostly filled by hanging out with the girls and her nights consisted of drunken parties and more good times. Today, however, the nineteen year-old hadn't had a chance to follow that schedule which had become more of a ritual in the last few years; after waking up mid-afternoon in a foreign bed, she'd quickly grabbed her belongings and scrammed before her faceless encounter had time to start asking about the "future." A big no-no with Saint.
She's stopped at her apartment to change her clothes and shower. The place was small. Well, not dinky compared to some other apartments in the area, but small to the singer; she needed a lot of space to run wild and be free in, and her apartment didn't provide that which was why she never spent much time in it. The occasional time she brought a girl or boy over to get laid was probably the most time she spent in her apartment at once.
After she was done cleaning up, Saint wondered how to spend the rest of her day. The girl had absolutely no committments so there wasn't anything she had to do, but that was the story of her life; everything was about what she wanted to do and it was pretty fucking fun, too.
She scurried into the small kitchen, pulling a black tee over her head as she did so. Her kitchen counter was littered with bottles of alcohol. Grabbing a bottle of beer, she shook it gently to see how much liquid was left in it. Enough. She downed the rest of the contents in one gulp, then placed the empty bottle back on her counter. Her apartment was a mess, but she liked it that way. She didn't spend enough time in it to care.
"Who can I play with?" she asked herself, mentally sorting through her file folder of friends.
She wasn't sure if any of her girls were busy today, but there was only one way to find out, so she grabbed her keys and lighter and headed out the door, her first instinct being driving to Leaf's. She'd see what her friend was up to.
It didn't take her long to reach the guitarist's apartment. That was one thing she did like about her place; location. It was close to most of her friends, as well as the clubs, so she could walk home if she was too drunk. As soon as she reached Leaf's place, a smile spread across her features and her heart began to beat just a little faster. She always had so much fun with the girl and she genuinely wanted to spend some time with her best friend.
Saint knocked a couple of times on the door, leaning against the frame with a lazy grin on her face. She could hear feet shuffling and knew that Leaf was coming to let her in. Sure enough, the door opened.
"Hey, sweetie. Come on inside, would you like some apple juice?"
"Nah babe, I'm good," Saint said, standing up straight and walking into Leaf's apartment. "Just bored as shit. I figured I'd come play with you."
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 14, 2009 2:41:58 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy Actually, now that she thought about it a little more, she really did want one of her friends to come take her away from this mess of papers - a person to distract her from the work she needed to do just so that she could have a little fun, instead of being boring. Harlequin considered calling Saint, then considered calling Seer, but never actually got around to it; because this pile of papers was occupying her mind too much, plus she wasn't too sure as there where her cell phone was at the moment - probably somewhere under all the papers on the floor.
Then the arrival of a distraction in the form of Saint arrived at her door and Harlequin forgot all about the papers. She opened the door for her, offered some apple juice and was declined.
Nah babe, I'm good. Leaf nodded and took a sip of her apple juice. Just bored as shit. I figured I'd come play with you.
"You are a big, golden present with red ribbons in your hair." The eighteen year old grinned at her best friend and stepped aside as she walked into the apartment. Closing the door behind her, Leaf turned around and surveyed the mess that was her apartment. "Kinda looks like an explosion of paper at the moment, desolé." The girl let out a small chuckle and crossed over to where Saint was standing, placing a quick, friendly, peck on her cheek as she took another sip of her apple juice. "But, what do you want to do, darling?" She asked, sipping her apple juice.
Apple juice was her one and only vice in life.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 14, 2009 18:34:58 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "You are a big, golden present with red ribbons in your hair."
"I know," she said with a grin.
She was glad that Leaf was happy to see her. Most of the time her friends were, but there was the occasional time when Saint would drop in at an inconvenient time and she could be annoying or frustrating. They always had so much fun together, Saint was willing to take that risk if it meant hanging out with her best friend.
"Spring cleaning?" she asked, taking note of all the papers scattered throughout the room.
"Kinda looks like an explosion of paper at the moment, desolé."
"It's fine," Saint replied. "But... fuck. I didn't think it was possible, but my place might be cleaner than yours."
Leaf was always so... tidy. At least in comparison to Saint, once of the messiest people in Fairview, no doubt. She could be neat, but she simply didn't care. Her and Leaf were similar in so many ways and yet, in some respects, they were completely different.
"She's a lot better than me. She's not a fuck up...," Saint thought, quickly pushing the idea to the back of her mind as Leaf placed a soft peck on her cheek.
"But, what do you want to do, darling?"
"Ah, you know me," Saint said with a confident smirk. "As long as you keep me busy. I'm sure we'll think of something to do. We always do."
Saint had the attention span of a six year-old, so things got boring very quickly. It didn't matter, because her friends always kept her occupied. She was counting on Leaf to have some fun.
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 15, 2009 5:12:03 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy Grinning back at her firey headed friend, Leaf took another sip of her apple juice and settled herself down on the floor and began to shove the pieces of paper into a very neat pile; courtesy of her OCD. She was definitely glad that Saint was there to take her away from the boredom of paper, even if most of it was music notes and the likes, though she knew that it wouldn't be possible for her to make sense of any other the other work. Not with her dyslexia.
Spring cleaning?
"I guess you could say that, yeah." The younger girl laughed lightly and finished picking up the rest of the papers.
It's fine. Leaf nodded slightly, still picking up papers. But... fuck. I didn't think it was possible, but my place might be cleaner than yours.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The brunette asked with a strange expression on her face. She knew that Saint wasn't the tidiest of people, but this took the biscuit. However; she saw the funny side of it too and chuckled lightly, shaking her head at the same time.
Being the closest to Saint had some advantages and also some disadvantages where fun was concerned. Leaf knew how she ticked and what made her bored and angry, so she had to tread carefully, though was used to it by now.
Ah, you know me, as long as you keep me busy. I'm sure we'll think of something to do. We always do.
"Well, shit Saint." Leaf started, standing up with the very neat pile of papers now in her hands. "Since I can't make jack of this jumbled mess of letters and numbers - God forbid I hand in another assignment late - I think fun is in order." For some reason, Leaf had only told Saint about her dyslexia and none of the other girls... yet.
"I have shit loads of movies, popcorn and all that jazz." She was on the move, crossing the living room floor to the table by the window; where she deposited the papers. "But, I also have tons of spray paint cans in my room, and an overwhelming urge to graffiti the balcony of Mr. Helmy, after he told me off for wearing too little clothes and swearing too much." If you knew Leaf, then you knew that she always wore jeans and a t-shirt. "So, the choice is up to you, m'dear."
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 16, 2009 19:19:32 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] Saint watched as Leaf tried her best to gather the papers into one, neat pile. That was definitely where they were different; in the redhead's case, she would have left the papers where they were, making no attempt to tidy up. Her apartment was always littered with empty bottles of alcohol and food contains, magazines all over the place and pretty much anything you could imagine. With the attention span that Saint had, as soon as she got bored or finished with something, she tossed it and moved onto the next, not bothering to clean it up.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
It was followed by a laugh and at that point, the singer couldn't help but laugh, as well. An outsider might not have understood it, but Saint knew Leaf well enough and vice versa that the situation was ironic and actually quite amusing. Saint was all about amusement; everything she did was for the sake of amusement.
"Well, shit Saint. Since I can't make jack of this jumbled mess of letters and numbers - God forbid I hand in another assignment late - I think fun is in order."
She nodded with a grin. Saint knew about her friends problem when it came to letters in numbers; a disability which Leaf seemed a little ashamed of almost, but Saint didn't think any less of her. At least she wasn't a fuck-up junkie like herself.
"Yes!" Saint exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement. "Fun's always in order, baby. Let's go find it."
Her heart must have skipped a beat because now Saint was becoming really excited. She was always like that. Maybe she was hyperactive? No. She just had a thirst for a good time.
"I have shit loads of movies, popcorn and all that jazz... but, I also have tons of spray paint cans in my room, and an overwhelming urge to graffiti the balcony of Mr. Helmy, after he told me off for wearing too little clothes and swearing too much."
Saint burst out laughing. "That old douche? He honestly thinks you where too little? Fuck. I must be the devil in his eyes, then."
She wasn't referring so much to their clothes, but their personalities. Leaf was the nicest person Saint knew. She definitely didn't dress inappropriately and maybe she did swear a lot, but what kid their age didn't?
"So, the choice is up to you, m'dear."
A mischivous grin crossed the redhead's face. "Shit, I'm up for some action. No way am I gonna let some asshole get away with saying that to my girl."
She stretched her arms out in front of her, linking her fingers together and cracking her knuckles. It was that time again; time for Saint's true colors to come out and the fun to start. It may have included a prison cell by the end of the night, but who cared?
"Let's fuck his shit up, babe."
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 17, 2009 14:52:49 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy Leaf laughed again as she heard the clapping of Saint's hands coming together in excitement. Her best friend was definitely a character to be around; there were always endless possibilities of things to do to cure boredom. As long as none of them involved Leaf drinking alcohol, then she would be perfectly content with it.
Yes! Fun's always in order, baby. Let's go find it.
"Okay, baby" Leaf laughed again, she couldn't help not laughing whenever Saint was around; there was always something to laugh about, no matter how stupid or irrevelant it was to certain things. "Boy, you must be real excited about having some fun, sweetheart." the brunette laughed, again.
Suddenly Saint burst out laughing and Leaf shook her head, listening.
That old douche? He honestly think you wear too little? Fuck. I must be the devil in his eyes, then.
"What is wrong with jeans and a vest top? I mean seriously; there's fucking girls out there who wear... fuck! Next to nothing at all." The brunette was becoming slightly agitated as she continued, she needed to calm herself down, quickly. "Jeez, he needs to see the nightclub girls, for fuck sake; seriously."
The guitarist spoke of graffitiying the old man's balcony and Saint agreed it was a fun plan, she grinned.
Shit, I'm up for some action. No way am I gonna let some asshole get away with saying that to my girl.
"I fucking love you." Leaf laughed, gently taking each side of Saint's face and placing a kiss on her forehead before running off to her bedroom to retrieve the spray paints.
Let's fuck his shit up, babe.
"Oh, I am so ready, darling. So, so ready." The brunette mused as she came back into her living room with several cans of her spray paint.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 17, 2009 18:53:27 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "Okay, baby. Boy, you must be real excited about having some fun, sweetheart."
"You have no idea," Saint replied, running a hand through her hair. "I woke up... I don't even know who's bed I woke up in, I just got the hell out of there. Aside from that, my day has been dull. I could use a little excitement."
"What is wrong with jeans and a vest top? I mean seriously; there's fucking girls out there who wear... fuck! Next to nothing at all."
Saint shrugged. "I know. I kinda like that, though. Not that I'd ever dress like that, but when girls where clothes that show off all their curves..."
The redhead could not resist a pretty face, whether it be a boy or a girl's. Girls who dressed like Leaf was describing were labeled sluts, but those were, for the most part, the girls Saint hooked up with. She liked having more to look at.
"Jeez, he needs to see the nightclub girls, for fuck sake; seriously."
Saint chuckled. "Totally."
She could go for seeing the nightclub girls, too, but that was later. Right now, she was with Leaf and all she wanted to do was have some fun. Sex rarely left the redhead's mind, but at least she could hold it back until the time came.
"I fucking love you."
Her friend laughed, gently grabbing each side of her face and planting a kiss on her forehead. "I know. And I love you."
Suddenly, Leaf had disappeared into her bedroom, surely to find those cans of spray paint and begin their fun. Saint was practically itching with excitment; there was no better way to pass the time than fucking around doing stupid shit with her best friend.
"Oh, I am so ready, darling. So, so ready."
"Good to hear, baby. So, you have any red?"
Red was Saint's favourite color. She could picture it now, spray painting something obscene. Maybe a nice big "FUCK YOU," or maybe even a more vulgar "CUNT." She just wanted to see the prick's face when he saw the vulgarity. Nobody messed with her girls.
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 18, 2009 13:03:51 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy You have no idea. I woke up... I don't even know who's bed I woke up in, I just got the hell out of there. Aside from that, my day has been dull. I could use a little excitement.
Harlequin nodded in response and twitched her nose to one side, not really paying much attention to the part where Saint explained about waking up in someone else's bed. She needn't ask questions about such a thing because she wouldn't get an answer, and she wasn't even interested in knowing about it, either.
I know. I kinda like that, though. Not that I'd ever dress like that, but when girls wear clothes that show off all their curves...
Saint needn't finish that sentence for Harlequin to understand where she was coming from. It seemed as though almost all of the girls of Because We Can had a thing for both males and females. Females especially. So, she merely nodded her head in response, a slight smirk stretched across her young features.
The brunette placed another soft kiss on her red headed friend and wandered off into her bedroom to grab the copious amounts of spray paint that she had for special occasions.
I know. And I love you.
A chill ran down her back and her heart skipped a rather large beat when she heard that Saint loved her too. Of course Saint loved her, too. Had they not known each other for eleven, almost twelve years? Yes, and their friendship had been strong and still was strong.
Good to hear, baby. So, you have any red?
Leaf looked down at the cans of spray paint in her hands, green eyes scanning the many different colors of paint she had in her hands. "I believe I do, or possibly not." Leaf tried to shuffle them around in her arms to get a better view, but only succeeded in dropping several of them onto the ground. "Yes, there's one, now on the floor." The brunette nodded, moving back to her room.
Grabbing a bag, the brunette shoved the cans she had in her hands into it and moved back into the living room, bending down to pick up the rest and putting them in the bag.
"Lets move, bish." She joked, crossing to her window, where the fire exit was.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 19, 2009 19:34:14 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] A girl like Saint didn't know a lot about love. She knew her mother loved her until she died, and she knew her father didn't. Before she dropped out of school, the councilor told her the reason she slept around so much was because she craved affection and maybe that was true, but she knew she loved her friends. It was the only love she'd known and she was grateful for it.
"I believe I do, or possibly not."
Saint shrugged. She didn't really care, because she was going to vandalize this guy's property either way, but red had sort of become her signature and she definitely wanted to leave her calling card, so he'd know not to talk shit to her friends.
"Yes, there's one, now on the floor."
The redhead chuckled as her friend dropped a few cans on the floor and she walked over, picking them up and eying the can with red paint in it. Her palms were already sweaty from anticipation. She helped Leaf gather them and place them in a bag.
"Lets move, bish."
Saint just smiled a genuine smile, shaking her head. "You don't need to tell me twice."
She walked over to the window, standing a few feet behind Leaf and waiting for her to lead the way. Usually, it had to be Saint leading, but she felt safe with the eighteen year-old; relinquishing control was a rarity for her, but she didn't think of it that way with Leaf. She trusted her with her life.
"I'd follow you to the end of the world, babe."
And it was true.
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 20, 2009 13:25:43 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy You don't need to tell me twice.
Leaf laughed lightly and hefted the bag over her shoulder as she moved over to the window and pushed the curtains aside. Placing one hand on the bottom of the window and her other hand on the latch, the guitarist pulled the window up and pushed the latch away from the catch so that it would slide all the way up.
I'd follow you to the end of the world, babe.
The brunette smiled one of her rare, faint smiles, slamming the window upwards so that it would stay whilst the two of them could leave the comfort of her apartment to go create havoc on an older male's balcony.
"As I would with you." She mumbled lightly, climbing out of the window and dropped the two feet down to the fire exit stairs. Having done this plenty of times before, Leaf knew exatly where to put her feet and where to walk. It was quite an old exit and many times she had come way too close with it breaking and falling off of the thing.
"Be careful, honey." Leaf's tone was quieting down a little as she moved across the exit, keeping close to the sides and treading lightly. "This place is very old, I don't want you to hurt yourself." Her friends safety was more important to her instead of her own, at the moment.
She continued to move until she reached the end before slowly climbing over the railing to the other side and sliding down the thin pole to the next balcony - Mr. Helmy's. Standing to the side, she looked into his window to see if he was in; which he wasn't, thankfully, and then looked back up to see if Saint was doing okay. "You alright up there, Saint?"
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 22, 2009 0:52:15 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] Saint heard her friend mumble something beneath her breath, unable to determine what it was. She didn't read too much into it, though, because she didn't need to. Leaf didn't have to say a world and somehow, Saint knew she felt the same.
"Be careful, honey." she heard her friend say as she climbed from the window to the fire escape. "This place is very old, I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Saint was not as careful as Leaf, nor did she care about her safety. She was willing to risk a few bruises, scrapes, and even broken bones all in the name of fun. Instead of carefully descending down from the window sill onto old contraption like Leaf was doing, she jumped, landing with a loud thump and creek of metal next to Leaf. She grinned at her friend and winked.
"Don't worry about me, baby."
She watched as her friend moved along the railing, leaning against it and waiting before she followed, wanting to give Leaf enough room to maneuver. When Leaf climbed over to the other side and slid down the pole, Saint followed.
"You alright up there, Saint?"
Once again, instead of carefully and quietly descending like Leaf, Saint leaped and landed firmly on her feet with another thud. It was old and rickety and probably could have given out with enough force, but Saint wasn't really thinking about that at the time.
"I'm epic," Saint replied with a thumbs up and signature smirk still present on her face.
Peering into the window, from what Saint could gather, it didn't look like the asshole was home. If he was, he definitely would have heard the redhead's noisy descent and ran to check what was going on.
"I don't think Mr. Douchebag's home," she said, turning back to Leaf. She cracked her knuckles and almost began to shake with anticipation of what was to come. "Good for us, sucks mega-ass for him."
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 22, 2009 2:51:37 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy To Leaf's surprise, Saint jumped instead of being careful and she could not help but wince at the landing and chew her lower lip when she heard the fire escape creak. If she hadn't known Saint any better then she probably would have shouted at her for being so damn reckless, but she did know Saint a lot better than most would think and so she didn't shout, just winced.
I'm epic.
"Yeah? You look pretty damn epic from here." Leaf grinned, looking down slightly at Saint, because she was quite a bit taller than her red headed, firey, friend. "Trying to break the fire escape?" she asked, her tone mocking as she moved closer to the asswipe's balcony door.
I don't think Mr. Doucebag's home,
"I concur!" she agreed with a nod.
Good for us, sucks mega-ass for him.
"Again with the concurring, baby!"
The guitarist bent down and opened up the bag they had stuffed the spray cans in. Tossing the red for Saint to catch, she picked up her own green one, shook it, took off the lid and started to leave her own signature mark behind for the asshole of an elderly man.
"Here's to hoping he doesn't come home anytime soon, doll." Leaf raised the can slightly and started to spray the window on his balcony door.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 22, 2009 14:51:12 GMT -5
CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS [/font] and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars[/font] THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAPwe'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "Yeah? You look pretty damn epic from here."
Saint stood up straight, brushing herself off. She flashed Leaf another toothy grin.
"You don't look too bad from here, yourself." She then pressed a quick kiss on Leaf's cheek.
She began to think about what it was she wanted to vandalize this bastard's apartment with. She wanted to spray paint something epic, that would make the asshole's jaw drop and serve as a good laugh for her and her friends every time they saw it.
"Trying to break the fire escape?"
She chuckled lightly, brushing a piece of red hair out of her face. "You know me; just looking for a good time. Anything for a laugh, babe."
If her and Leaf weren't as close as they were, Leaf would probably be chewing her out right now for her recklessness. Most people did, but most people didn't understand that Saint was just a reckless thrill-seeker. It was in her soul, she couldn't change that.
Leaf tossed the can of red spray paint and Saint caught it, shaking it well before she began to spray. She watched as Leaf began leaving her signature and a wicked smile crossed her face as she joined in on the fun. Some friends liked to watch movies together or play games. They liked to wreck shit. It truly spoke to their friendship since they were, in every way, partners in crime.
"Here's to hoping he doesn't come home anytime soon, doll."
"I'm not gonna lie, it would be pretty awesome if he did come home and saw us wrecking his shit. The look on his face would be priceless."
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Jul 22, 2009 17:08:56 GMT -5
and celebrate the irony
EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG
but we're so happy You don't look too bad from here, yourself. Saint pressed a quick kiss on her cheek.
Leaf smiled and nodded, it was usual for the two of them to exchange a little flirtacious comments, even though there was nothing romantic or sexual between them. It was just a sister thing that they shared, the kisses to each other's cheeks clearly platonic if assholes couldn't see it.
"Ah, but I have full view; the window is a good mirror." she joked whilst spraying it with the green spray paint; leaving her signature mark behind for the douchebag to see.
You know me; just looking for a good time. Anything for a laugh, babe.
"Well it's a good job you came to the right person, baby!"
The brunette laughed, picking at her long hair with one hand, whilst her other ruled the spray can paint, flickering over the window and leaving her usual trade/signature mark. It wasn't often that she got to spend time with just Saint, on her own, doing things that they knew they'd eventually get in trouble with, but the time she had with her was the best times of her life; like now.
I'm not gonna lie, it would be pretty awesome if he did come home and saw us wrecking his shit. The look on his face would be priceless.
The backing vocalist tossed her head back, shaking her hair out of her face as she let out a breathy chuckle, concentrating on painting the window. Once she was done leaving her signature mark of a green leaf, with her surname in the middle, Leaf moved to seat herself on the floor of the balcony, looking at the patio area and wondering what kind of vulgar thing to spray there.
"The dude hates nudity; what do you say to a nude mural of prostitutes standing on the street corner?" She asked Saint, pulling her bag towards her so that she could change the color.
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