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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 19, 2009 20:10:46 GMT -5
 YOU KNOW I'M BORN TO LOSE[/font] and gambling's for fools[/font] BUT THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT, BABYI don't wanna live forever[/font] ------------------------------[/center] Work.
Not really her specialty. To anyone who knew Gray Addison Michaels, better known as Saint, they knew the girl had the attention span of a six year-old and work was a word that simply didn't exist in her vocabulary. How she had managed to hold down a job at Rushmore's for the past few months was beyond her, but she was grateful because she needed the money. Not grateful enough to show up on time or help out the customers; Saint spent most of her time screwing around with the equipment and listening to music.
The nineteen year-old vocalist and guitarist sat behind the desk at Rushmore's. She was the only one on duty at the time, not that it mattered. In fact, any customers in the store were on their own since she clearly had no intention of helping anyone or even moving from her spot. Instead, she had her feet resting atop the counter as she reclined back in her chair, her hands resting behind her head and large, blaring headphones covering her ears.
With her eyes closed and ears occupied, the girl was blind as to what was going on around her; someone could have come in and robbed the store and she probably wouldn't have noticed. It was a good thing her boss wasn't there, but even if he was, he probably wouldn't have said anything. He liked Saint. That was the reason he hired her. She was a terrible employee, but she had a fiery and entertaining personality.
She sighed, bobbing her head to the thrashing sound of Motorhead as she drummed her fingers on the back of her skull. Anyone who knew her would laugh; this laidback persona she demonstrated currently was the philosophy of her life. She just couldn't wait until her shift was up and she could go and play with her friends. She needed a little excitement right about now; maybe they'd go stir up some trouble, or just rock out. At the same time, some alcohol and a good lay sounded ideal, too. She didn't really mind.
Wherever the day's events took her, she'd gladly go with the flow.
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Post by James DeWolfe on Jul 23, 2009 16:59:27 GMT -5
 He wore a pair of dark, skinny jeans with a white 'ELDON' shirt over the top. A bright blue jacket slung lazily across his shoulder as he walked through the streets with his Nike sneakers stamping on the ground. His brown eyes were slightly dazed and glistening with something or another. Earlier that night he'd been drinking down at Oasis with a couple of the guys from the band and had somehow managed to pull a girl whilst he was down there - leaving her in his bedroom apartment, in the morning so that he could get to work. Clear instructions for the girl had been taped to the bedroom door for the girl to look at once she woke up, he didn't know her at all.
Instead of waiting around for her to wake up, he'd simply got up, got dressed and left, taking most of his belongings with him as he went. His apartment was kind of trashed but that didn't bother him very much, James was used to mess - he'd lived with it for the most of his life.
A loud, obnoxious yawn escaped his lips as he walked along the street, pounding his feet on the pavement for the heck of it, annoying anyone and everyone who was walking with him, behind him or in front of him. James didn't care; he was a loud person in general, he made noise whereever he went. Another yawn hit him as he turned the corner of the road.
Taking his jacket from his shoulder, James pulled his arms into it, zipped it up too the top and shoved the hood up over his mess of brown and blonde highlighted hair. Raising a hand to his glazed eyes, James rubbed them fiercely, blocking his view of the world around him, almost walking into a random stranger. Muttering an apology under his breath, the rhythm guitarist carried on walking down the street, stopping only when he reached Rushmore's.
Instead of opening the door like a normal person, James kicked it. The door opened with a bang and he stepped inside, rubbing his nose fiercely as he looked around his work place. Brown eyes settling on the familiar red head sitting at the desk, oblivious to the world around her. Shaking his head, the nineteen year old strode over to where she was seated and moved around the back of her chair, looking down at her head. A small smirk across his face, he could have some fun.
Pulling her headphones off of her head, James pressed his lips against her cheek, kissing it roughly before snapping the headphones back into place and kicking the back of her chair.
"Wake up, lazy bones; the world needs saving."
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 23, 2009 18:39:22 GMT -5
YOU KNOW I'M BORN TO LOSE [/font] and gambling's for fools[/font] BUT THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT, BABYI don't wanna live forever[/font] ------------------------------[/center] She was so oblivious to what was going on around her, with her senses overflowing with her blaring music, that she didn't even notice James enter the store. If she had, she probably would have spat out some sort of insult or sneered at him. James was one of her biggest enemies, mostly by association, but he was also an asshole on his own. Working with him was hell, which was why Saint usually came in late, left earlier or skipped work altogether.
When she felt her headphones being pulled off her head, she jerked suddenly. She felt a pair of lips kiss her roughly on the cheek and before she could shout at the person she knew was responsible. He then placed her headphones back on and kicked the back of her chair. It didn't take much for the redhead to lose her temper and in a matter of seconds, she was already furious with him. She pulled her headphones down around her neck, the music still blaring.
"Wake up, lazy bones; the world needs saving."
"Fuck off, asshole!" she shouted, sitting up straight in her chair and whipping around to face.
She was about ready to smack him one and he hadn't even been here for five minutes. She wasn't sure if it was a new record, but it was calling it close. She finally turned her music off, but didn't bother standing up. She didn't want James to ruin the relatively calm mood she was in, but that seemed to be almost impossible given the circumstances.
"Why don't you go jump into an AIDS pool and die?"
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Post by James DeWolfe on Jul 24, 2009 17:08:14 GMT -5
Saint and James were like two peas in a pod... well, actually he much preferred the term: two culturally different terrorists in a tank, but whatever. The point is that they got on like a house on fire, guns a'blazing and the whole shebang. Constantly at each other's throat, tearing each other up at the seams and never once backing down in the fight. If no-one was around to stop them then there was a high possibilty of one killing the other...well, maybe not quite so dramatic as that, but you get the gist.
Fuck off, asshole!
James loved ticking her off, and he knew exactly which buttons to press to get her mad in an instant. If it wasn't one thing then it was another, but he simply adored the fact that he could get her angry with him in just under five minutes or less - depending on her mood beforehand.
He watched as she wiped her cheek after the kiss he'd given her, with a satisfied smirk across his weathered face.
Why don't you go jump into an AIDS pool and die?
The asshole, stuck out his bottom lip and quivered it a little, pouting mockingly at her whilst remaining as calm as possible in her presence.
"Aw, sweet tits," he started, smirking. "you know you enjoy my ass being in your presence." He was pretty confident as he moved around her chair, out of kicking distance of his balls.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 24, 2009 21:26:07 GMT -5
YOU KNOW I'M BORN TO LOSE [/font] and gambling's for fools[/font] BUT THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT, BABYI don't wanna live forever[/font] ------------------------------[/center] God, he was so obnoxious. And he did it all on purpose just to piss her off, that much she knew. Sure, she always threw an insult in his direction every time she saw him, but James DeWolfe was so... infuriating. She couldn't stand that he knew just how to push her buttons, either.
He began to pout, of course mockingly, at her prior insult. Saint just rolled her eyes at the pathetic excuse for a person.
"Aw, sweet tits, you know you enjoy my ass being in your presence."
Saint clenched her fists to prevent herself from smacking James. He'd finally made one smart decision since he'd arrived, and that was moving away from her attack range. She told herself she wasn't going to let him get to her. She still had to work for a little while longer and she was determined to make it to the end of the shift. If she let him do this to her, she wouldn't make it that far.
"You know what? Yes. I do enjoy your ass being in my presence. It gives me something to kick."
And if he didn't watch his words carefully, she'd definitely be kicking his ass.
"So if you value your ass and your balls, too, for that matter, then you'll leave me the fuck alone."
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Post by James DeWolfe on Jul 26, 2009 17:08:21 GMT -5
Half the fun in pissing Saint off, was to kiss her cheek and mess with her headphones; it was the most usual way that James could get her undivided attention for a whole minute before tensions clashed and fists flew all around. He smirked, satisfied when she jerked away from him in the chair after the kiss and a little more when she whirled around to face him, sitting up.
He stood there, smirking as she shouted at him. Fuck off, asshole! This didn't bother him, because he was so used to people calling him asshole that it he'd come to accept it and occasionally use it as one of his nicknames; for a joke. He knew he was an asshole, that much was evident with the way he always laughed off the word whenever people called him it.
You know what? Yes. I do enjoy your ass being in my presence. It gives me something to kick.
James shook his head as he moved back, away from where she was still sitting because she was prone to physical attacks, especially against him and he wasn't so sure that he'd be able to contain himself long enough before hitting her back.
So if you value your ass and your balls, too, for that matter, then you'll leave me the fuck alone.
"So, sweet tits, if you tell me to go jump in an AIDS pool and die, I'm afraid to say that you'll be alone in the world, because you can't go one day without kicking my ass and I know for a fact that you like my ass, because you said so yourself, not two minutes ago."
The boy smirked again, moving closer to her this time, leaning across the counter with his arms resting on it and his head supported by them.
"The simple fact of the matter is that, you'll miss my ass, pumpkin."
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 26, 2009 21:34:55 GMT -5
YOU KNOW I'M BORN TO LOSE [/font] and gambling's for fools[/font] BUT THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT, BABYI don't wanna live forever[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "So, sweet tits, if you tell me to go jump in an AIDS pool and die, I'm afraid to say that you'll be alone in the world, because you can't go one day without kicking my ass and I know for a fact that you like my ass, because you said so yourself, not two minutes ago."
"Somehow, I think I'll manage without you," Saint retorted, rolling her eyes.
A little competition was good, but too much could kill you. Sometimes, very rarely, she welcomed his stupid challenges and insults, since it was something to do. Today was not one of those days and she wasn't sure how long she could refrain from smacking him.
"The simple fact of the matter is that, you'll miss my ass, pumpkin."
He'd leaned a little closer against the counter and Saint finally sprang to her feet, unable to sit and try to ignore him anymore. "I'm not your pumpkin, asshole!"
God, she hated pet names. Ironically enough, she had a tendency to give everyone pet names, mostly calling them "baby" or "babe." She didn't mind when her friends called her by a pet name either, but nobody else had that right which made her want to hit James even more.
"Why don't you drop dead before I seriously have to kick your ass?" With this, she swung her arm around in an attempt to knock his out, which were currently supporting his head on the counter.
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Post by Charlie Red on Jul 27, 2009 10:24:17 GMT -5
The Kids had been begging to see Charlie do a drum solo. He had finally gotten the will to drag his drum kit over there, and give it his all. 1 minute 47 seconds, was respectable. Slowed, and climbed back up, but right at the end, broke both his drum sticks in two. He decided to take a break and walk over to Rushmore's to grab some new sticks. James was probably working so he'd get a good deal. Charlie pushed open the door to the scene of James and Saint bickering and it was a scene. I guess they hadn't realized some of the concerned mothers inside giving them dirty looks while they browsed for a trombone, violin, or trumpet to force their kids to learn.
"Domestic Troubles?" Charlie asked as he walked in, "Because I'd hate to interrupt." Charlie looked at them, Both had dragged themselves to work, cause they looked like shit.
"I'll be right back," Charlie said as he zoomed quickly to the where Rushmore's kept their sticks. Picked up two pairs of cheapies and strode back to the front desk. He didn't like Saint, he really didn't, but he wasn't usually the angry one in the group, so he wouldn't really attack unless provoked. Which would probably happen anyway... |
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Post by James DeWolfe on Jul 27, 2009 14:56:58 GMT -5
Leaning on the counter hadn't been a very smart move and if James wasn't careful he was going to end up with a black eye, or two. Depending on how hard and much Saint wanted to hurt him. He'd called her 'pumpkin', not a very wise idea, though he cared not for pet names, it was always so much fun for him to call Saint one, especially 'pumpkin', especially when he knew it angered her.
I'm not your pumpkin, asshole!
The word asshole didn't phase him, it was one of his nicknames anyway.
Why don't you drop dead before I seriously have to kick your ass?
The door opened and a familiar voice rang in his head, James turned around to see who it was, but Saint's hand arm came out of nowhere and before he had a chance to move his head, it smacked against the counter.
Domestic troubles? Because I'd hate to interupt. Charlie Red, James' best friend. I'll be right back. James nodded before he fell.
"FUCK!" His head smacked against the counter with a sickening thud and he fell backwards, too the floor, landing in a heap on his ass.
"Jesus, fucking christ, pumpkin." Oh, he was angry now, terribly angry. It didn't help much that he was more than likely still a little stoned from the previous night's antics. James stumbled to his feet just as Charlie came back with some sticks. He did not care that there were people in the store and he did not care that he was supposed to be working, all he wanted now was to see Saint on the floor, in pain. He swung his arm out to her.
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 28, 2009 19:20:27 GMT -5
YOU KNOW I'M BORN TO LOSE [/font] and gambling's for fools[/font] BUT THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT, BABYI don't wanna live forever[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "Domestic Troubles? Because I'd hate to interrupt."
It was Charlie Red, another asshole from ASAG! Saint let out a frustrated sigh. She really didn't need to deal with both of them at the same time, since she was already going to kill James.
"Well then, why don't you go back the way you came, fucknut!"
But it was too late, because he'd already vanished, probably to by some drumsticks. Fuck him. James could ring him up because she definitely wasn't serving him, even if it was her job. She never served any of the guys from ASAG!
Saint smiled triumphantly as James smacked his head against the counter, falling back on his ass and letting out a loud "FUCK!"
She didn't feel bad. Not one bit. He deserved it and seeing him in pain made her feel that much better. Maybe her day was looking a little better now. Who'd have thought that harming one her greatest foes would have been so theraputic? Actually, yeah. It did make sense.
"Jesus, fucking christ, pumpkin."
Not even his stupid pet name for her could make her feel angry or steal away her triumph. He was clearly pissed, which, added onto his pain, made her feel even more ecstatic. He'd managed to stumble back onto his feet just as his retarded friend finally reappeared.
"What the fuck do you want now?" she asked Charlie.
She had diverted her attention for James just for a minute, but that was all it took because he swung his arm out toward her, knocking her back into the counter roughly. She hit the cash register, knocking it off the counter and onto the floor where it sprang open on impact and money scattered all over the floor.
Now she was pissed again. She didn't care that there were other people in the store, giving them dirty looks, or that Charlie was there either. She just lunged at her idiot co-worker and arch nemesis.
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Post by Charlie Red on Jul 28, 2009 22:00:42 GMT -5
Charlie watched as Saint and James started a little scuffle. Charlie leaped up and grabbed James before he could land another blow.
"Easy Wolfeman!" Charlie said as he struggled to keep him back, "Don't wanna go to jail today do we?"
James and Saint were perfectly identical... maybe that's why they didn't get along. They did the same stuff, smoke, drank, and f*cked like bunnies. If bunnies smoke and drank enough to put themselves into a coma. Like how opposites attract... identical things end up beating the crap out of each other which left a neutral to step in and stop the damn fight.
"Calm down Man, she ain't worth it," Charlie said, trying to calm him down. That's what Charlie always had found himself doing when one of the guys lost their temper. James especially, and especially when he hadn't drank himself into a stupor. He got very antsy around the Because We Can girls. ((Posts getting shorter... guh *Dies*)) |
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Post by James DeWolfe on Jul 29, 2009 4:18:19 GMT -5
James hadn't had a single word of the conversation carried between Charlie and Saint, he was just too busy on trying to get himself into an upright position.
What the fuck do you want now?
Charlie was back and Saint had her attention diverted back to him, instead of James. Good. This meant that James could get in a good whack before she saw his arm coming, so he let his arm swing out to her and smirked when he hit her. Knocking her into the back of the counter.
Saint fell into the cash register and James nodded his head, satisfied. He was about to turn back to Charlie to help him with his purchase, but Saint lunged at him and he fell to the floor, face first. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Charlie grabbed him and pulled him away from Saint.
Easy Wolfeman! The guitarist protested against his best friends holding of him backwards, away from Saint. He struggled, kicked, lashed out and even twisted in Charlie's grip. Don't wanna go to jail today do we? The answer to this on the tip of his tongue was 'yes, as long as I get to hurt her, I don't care what happens to me.' But he was struggling so much that he couldn't even voice his words.
Calm down man, she ain't worth it.
"She is worth it!" James shouted, still struggling with Charlie, wanting to hit Saint back even harder. He did not care that there was people looking at them and he did not care that they were in their work place. He could get fired and he could possibly get Saint fired in the process, but he didn't care. As long as he hurt Saint, he would be fine.
"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me. Maurice!" James twisted once more in Charlie's grip and broke free, pulling himself roughly away from his friend, James lunged at Saint.
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Post by Dare Talent on Jul 31, 2009 16:52:03 GMT -5
On and on, reckless abandon
Something's wrong, this is gonna shock them [/color] --> A young guy that wasn't exactly the tallest around walked into Rushmore's with a look about him that would either draw people to him or push them away. Khaki shorts that cut off below the knee and a dark blue t-shirt completed the guy's simple style for that day. Then recognition hit him and his eyebrows flew up for only a short second before a grin spread across his features. Of course though the guy had features of someone who was a joker or something of that sort, so it made him appear as if he thought the current situation was at least mildly funny.
--> The guy, Dare, noticed both of his band mates were there. As this was the time James would be working anyway he knew something interesting would happen. It didn't exactly matter him anyway because today was a rare free day. However it seemed he had walked in on a good time. It seemed James was struggling to free himself from Charlie. The reason why? Well Saint, or as Dare usually referred to her as Red, and him had gotten into it.
--> "She is worth it!" With that James's struggling continued, except more intensified. Suddenly to Dare's amusement James broke free.
--> "Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me. Maurice!" James had stated roughly a split second before he had losened himself and lunged at Saint.
--> "Having difficulty, Red?" Dare said his brown eyes lit up with amusement. A soft laugh could be heard in his voice. Clearly he knew this would piss her off even more, but it was fun to see her go into a frenzy.
Muse: Umm... Okay. But I think I need sleep before posting again xD
Word Count: Around 273
Lyrics: What Went Wrong- blink -182
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Post by Saint Michaels on Jul 31, 2009 17:25:54 GMT -5
YOU KNOW I'M BORN TO LOSE [/font] and gambling's for fools[/font] BUT THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT, BABYI don't wanna live forever[/font] ------------------------------[/center] "Calm down man, she ain't worth it," Charlie said, trying to calm James down.
"She is worth it!"
"Damn fucking right! I'm worth more than your sorry ass will ever be!" she shouted back, trying to badger him and tempt him into fighting with her. James was bigger than her and stronger than her, but when Saint was pissed, she was pissed and suddenly, size and strength didn't seem to matter.
"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me. Maurice!"
"Yeah, dick head! Let him go so I can kick his ass the right way!"
It didn't take long for her fuming nemesis to break free from his friend's grasp and lung back at her. She hated to admit it, but ASAG! was fairly similar to BWC in the sense that one of Saint's band mates was always trying to hold her back and calm her down, since it seemed that the redhead was always getting into fights everywhere she went.
She met James half way, tackling him until the two rolled to the ground. Saint swung a barrage of punches at his head, hoping to hit him in her fury. She fought with him for control, trying to straddle him so she'd have the upper hand and she could thoroughly deliver blows to his face. However, James was fighting back with the same ferocity and making her job more difficult.
"Having difficulty, Red?"
She was so busy fighting with James that she hadn't even noticed when Dare Talent, another asshole from ASAG! had arrived. He was laughing, which pissed her off even more and made her fight with James even harder. She'd deal with the rest of them later, on her own if she had to.
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Post by Charlie Red on Jul 31, 2009 17:54:02 GMT -5
James finally tore from Charlie's grasp. They started trading blows almost immediately.
"Fuck It... I'm leaving," Charlie said as he tossed a twenty on the counter picked up his drumsticks. He passed Dare on the way out.
"All yours pal!" Charlie said patting him on the back before exiting and slamming the door.
Sometimes Charlie wished he could just punch every single member of both their bands in the face. Both of them were probably going to lose their jobs at the least. Charlie stopped walking and pressed his head on a nearby wall, after banging it once, leaving a red mark on his forehead, he sighed explosively. But... they were his friends... the only people that stuck with him all this time.
Charlie had convinced himself that he had to protect them from harm as well. But he couldn't protect them from everything. Forget It... let 'em fight... he'll get lunch... yeah... Waffle House Sounded good...
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