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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 8, 2006 23:56:00 GMT -5
Elex sat on a picnic table at the ravine. Her eyes watched the people dancing and her ears absorbed all the music around her. She started to sing along softly in her pitch perfect voice. She pulled a flask of vodka from her purse and took a small sip and lit up a Marlboro red. Her mind was lost in a sea of thoughts, thoughts about her mother (who hadn't been home in a week) and her father (who hadn't called in a month). I thought if I got a social life and started going out, they'd come home.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 9, 2006 0:00:19 GMT -5
He rode in on his bike a big smile. Seems like slutty girls came to him like flys to honey..she shooed them away. He tired of girls like that...he had bigger plans. He came by and talked to a tall boy he took some things from out of his bike...and nodded and left..dean smiled and leaned against his bike and admired the night sky....perfect
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 9, 2006 0:13:14 GMT -5
Elex heard the sound of a motorcycle and saw Dean ride into the ravine. Without meaning to she rolled her eyes a little. Great, just what I need to make my night perfect. Mr. Cocky. She took a bigger swig of her vodka and closed the lid to it. She hadn't drank anything she didn't bring since a few weeks ago in the summer when a girl got drugged. (Not the same one when Emma got drugged.) She knew she didn't need that drama and had remembered to bring her own drinks every time.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 9, 2006 0:31:24 GMT -5
He went into the woods, by himself...he ignored everyone. They were all the same to him. Craving attention..poor little babies lost thier way..they ment nothing to him..nothing did anymore. He layed on the floor...he heard the faint sounds of a couple having sex no too far away..he looked up at the sky...she smoked a cig.
He took a note book out and read something...
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 9, 2006 1:06:26 GMT -5
She watched him go into the woods and shook her head, taking another hit of her cigarette and another drink from her flask. Probably going to meet Amy in there or something. Cheap whore seems to be his type. She looked around the party and accidentally made eye contact with a guy she'd been avoiding since he tried going all the way with her.
"'Ey, Elexandra. Wanna go to the van?" She could smell the alcohol on his breath, stronger even than the alcohol in her flask.
"Evan, we had this talk about a million times. I'm not going into the van with you." She shrugged. "Face it, you suck at kissing and that's as far as you'd be going anyway."
With a punctured ego the guy walked off, first taking a cigarette from Elex's pack as if it were a community bin and he were welcome to it. She flipped him off and went back to watching the throng of people dancing. I think I had more fun here with Craig.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 9, 2006 19:06:33 GMT -5
He catched what elex had said and he chuckled...he sighed.
"Maneater." He grinned...he got up from where he lay and pocketed the notebook he was reading.
"God how do you people live this way..this place get's old fast...same people just diffrent faces. And really a van...."
He shakes his head mockingly..
"really at least some dinner...what a dick"
He laughs and sits next to elex..he was in a good mood, yet he remained in deep thought.
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 9, 2006 20:42:58 GMT -5
She looked over at him a little and then back out into the party. "Did I say you could sit next to me Mr. Cocky?" She grinned a little and took a sip of her vodka, closing the flask as soon as she finished it. You never can be too careful. She looked over at Dean and then decided to respond to what he'd said. "That's just Evan. He thinks that anyone would be grateful to go near his gift of erectile disfunction and date rape drugs."
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 10, 2006 2:23:41 GMT -5
H e shook his head..he chuckled.
"Oh please...the fact that you would get defensive over a piece of bench..sad"He sigh jokenly and sighs.
He raises his eyebrow and thinks.
"Even huh...sad little creature..i mean really who begs?"
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 10, 2006 21:12:57 GMT -5
"Its not the bench I'm defensive about." She didn't elaborate. She never did. Instead she just smiled coyly and lit up another cigarette. She also didn't make anymore comments about Evan. She did, however, sit up a little straighter. She didn't know why but she didn't trust Dean. There was something about him. Who am I kidding? Its not Dean I don't trust. Its men in general.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 11, 2006 10:05:10 GMT -5
He smiled at her uneasymness..her ranhis fingers through his dark hair and sighed.
"Well if it's not the bench..then i'm taking a seat maneater...i think i'll call you thank from now on."
He chuckles and smirks, he looks up at the sky.
"Really this place sucks...who do you live here. If i didn't have work to do here..and well other things keeping here..i'd leave."
He reached in his pocket and took out a joint and a pill. He popped the pill and then took out his lighter. It was silver..looked like an antique, he flipped it open and lit the joint. He took a big puff, held it and relased. He sighed as he expelled the smoke.
He looked thoughtful.
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