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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 3, 2006 0:39:28 GMT -5
Elex sat at the bottom of her locker, her legs curled up underneath her. In her lap was a composition notebook, also known as her journal. In her ears were headphones to her iPod. She sang along quietly to the music inside. Her body was clad in a pair of tight fitting denim jeans and a dark blue tight sweater. She looked around the hall for someone she'd partied with in the last few weeks but most of them were out sick (erm hungover) or graduated.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 3, 2006 0:45:23 GMT -5
He waked down the hall with an all too satisfied look on his face...he stopped by his locker to answer his phone. He wore his striaght leg jeans and Sex Pistols t-shirt, if he had a fashion it would be very scene. "Ya, listen I'm in canada now...i know right drag. Listen down to business..i'm not waiting for payment man..you pay or let's say you get a visit..it's that easy" He glanced at the girl by him..sitting on the floor..he winked at her..he was shameless in his persuits.
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 3, 2006 1:01:08 GMT -5
She heard a male's voice and then looked up in time to see him wink at her. She grinned a little and turned down her iPod. "Problem?" She didn't know the guy and while he was hot, she wasn't one that just got hot and bothered by a guy winking at her. It usually took a few beers or a party to do that. And then maybe the wink would work. Must be a new kid.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 3, 2006 1:06:04 GMT -5
"Listen, bryguy..I can't talk..but let's not say I'm not a souless man. You have til sunday. Any more than than that...well you know." His voice at those last words, held such force. He was dead serious...he hung up the phone..and sighed and quickly changed his demeanor and smiled his trademark smile...like he was up to something..but it was all too charming. "Well...seems like it's just raining girls on me today. And no..no problem. Nothing that concerns you..however..would you like it too?" His voice soft...he studied her and held out his hand. "Would you like some help up?"
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 3, 2006 1:25:52 GMT -5
His remark registered in her mind and she offered a smirk in return. She'd been accustomed to assholes at the Ravine hitting on her with cheesy lines and she'd developed a slight immunity to them. "I'm definitely raining on you." She rolled her eyes and then shook her head. "And I'm fine sitting. I don't need help getting up."
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 3, 2006 1:30:27 GMT -5
He shrugged and gave her a cold expression...he tired of girls like her. "Well suit yourself..and please no need to get sarcastic on me..i was mearly saying by that statment that your pretty..not that your attractive...wow you must be starved for attention." His smirked irreverant, he lit up a cig..no one was around, and the closest fire alarm was wayyyy down the hall.
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 3, 2006 2:09:51 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and looked at her cigarette. "Can I get a hit? Or is it laced with some untracable drug?" She had overheard the conversation on the phone, about money and all of that and her mind automatically jumped to drugs. She rolled her eyes and then looked at the guy. "And you can't say I'm starved for attention when you don't even know my name. Judgemental isn't cool."
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 3, 2006 10:24:58 GMT -5
He smirked at her, and leaned down to face her. "No you can't get a hit little girl, and your name has nothing to do with you being starved for attentions..names don't mean anything. I can judge who i'd like..it's my exsistential right..and if you are soo offended by it..well then your sadder than i thought. Most people can't take the truth" He looked at her thoughfully. "You know...for such a pretty girl..it's shame your wasting it."
Girls, who tried too hard, bothered him. He stood up and took another long drag, the tattoo on the top of his wrist appearant. It was of a joker with the words "sunset and vine"
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 5, 2006 3:47:55 GMT -5
"All I was saying was that you shouldn't judge. Its beyond not cool." She rolled her eyes and then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the bag beside her. She lit up a Marlboro and started to puff on it, flicking the ashes into the now empty pack so not to leave any sort of mess. "And for such a decent looking guy, you sure do waste the looks on the fact that you're a pompous ass."
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 6, 2006 16:41:41 GMT -5
He throws his head back and laughs..he sighs. "10 points you..good jab...but not good enough. Nice effort nonetheless" He jests about her poor attempt to attack his person. "And more more than decent..please I've seen the guys around here...really now..some of you girls must be jonesing for a bone.."
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 7, 2006 18:46:23 GMT -5
"Just not such a cocky bone." She grinned a little. She didn't know about this guy. Sure he was cute but he was so full of himself and she'd never been fond of that. She'd dealt with enough guys who were full of themselves over the summer and had grown to dislike them all. Sure, she'd still talk to them but that didn't make her fond of them. "And some girls actually like the guys around here, even if they are slightly aesthetically challenged."
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 7, 2006 20:59:40 GMT -5
He chuckled...this girl had a sense of humor. "Aw a girl with a sense of humor..how very rare. Any who..think of me what you will you canadians are all so strange...you kids seems to have a stick up your asses. I'd rather like me then pretend i'm humble and something i'm not." He puts out his cig, and hears the bell ring. "Aw the sound of angels. Hmm this day has been more than fruitful for me..and you? I figure i might as well chat you up..you're still here and so am I odd..but intresting."
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 7, 2006 21:29:06 GMT -5
"I'm only hear because I don't feel like going back to my house right now." Not to my drunken drugged up mother. Well you know, if she's even home. It has been a few days since I've seen her. She smiled a little and leaned up against the locker a little more. She didn't really know the guy but already knew that a proposition would probably be coming up next. It always did from guys like him. "And again, not all Canadians are alike."
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 7, 2006 21:55:43 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes... "Oh please...really if I was forced to be here..then I would just go back home...." Hey looked at all the passing students..he eyed a girl. "Although some grils here...like miss manuela santos..I can get into that..but she would bore. me." He checked his watch. "Hmmm...time to go home..I have get home..it's my turn to run things...I got some clients coming in around 4." He muttered as he ran through the check list of what he needed to do....then out of the corner of his eye he sees emma...her tear stained face...he smirks, and opens his locker. "Gotta looove thie first day of school" he says sarcastically.
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 7, 2006 23:58:36 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Enjoy your costumers." She didn't really care what they were clients for. She didn't care if he was a drug dealer. She'd seen enough of those types in the ravine over the summer. All she cared about was the fact that he was leaving. She followed his eyelines to where Emma Nelson was crying. She'd never really talked to Emma but had heard about all the drama that seemed to follow the girl like a plague.
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