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Post by maxwell ralph sheppard on Aug 21, 2011 12:17:40 GMT -5
i should have took you out dancing, [/size] ( BUT I WAS HIGH UP ON A BARSTOOL )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] maxwell ralph sheppard was an alcoholic who was used to saying fuck it to everyone around him. he didn't like to care, because it was easier to be a jerk. he might of been hated by many people, but it wasn't like he wasn't getting any. but it seemed, after that talk with abrielle, his little grasshopper, well he decided to change. cause if someone could hurt someone who he had always thought as strong, well then think of what he did to all the girls he never called back. or even worse the one's he manipulated, and because unlike max's mother, maxwell here was not as completely coldhearted as he tried to act. so he had a conversation with belle, which ended up in a friendly goodbye and a new friendship.
of course maxwell still hadn't talked to her since then, because he was good with this friendship thing. especially when the person seemed to be a clingy one. then again the talk with belle, it lead him to have a picnic with abrielle and that turned out with a kiss on the cheek. okay so that wasn't the greatest, but it was something when it came to his little grasshopper. but just cause he was kind of crushing on the girl, he was an alcoholic, and he wasn't planning on changing that. so he grabbed his vodka, and headed towards the pool.
it was past curfew and that was the best time to sneak out and drink, cause less people were around to have to share. and even less people were around to rat you out. when he was changing he looked at the wound in his side and frowned. okay so maybe the fact that he was stabbed by a drunken amanda helped him change more than the conversation with belle, he liked the belle story better. because he wasn't going to rat out amanda, and end up being killed in his sleep. he was a drunk, not a moron. so when he got to the pool, he couldn't help but relaxing on the side, he didn't dress to go in and he could really care less about swimming. it was just close and he could sit down and break out the alcohol.
which he opened the unopened bottle of vodka and took a long swig, "life is good." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
yeah, I was such a blind fool , [/size] ( NOW I KNOW IT )[/center] words: four hundred and threeoutfit: heretags: janet with echonotes: sorry it's suckish:cmusic: flowers by chris youngcredit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c: [/font][/left] |
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Post by echo on Aug 26, 2011 6:31:14 GMT -5
  
echo nadine dyer, or end like the clever people back home use to call her was not that friendly of a gal. she was trying, but well it didn’t usually end up working out well and she rather not even go there half the time, because it was not who she was. she wanted to change getting angry and that whole bit, but she didn’t want to have to change her damn person. she wouldn’t compromise that. though her kid meant the world to her, she wasn’t going to be fake that was the worst example in her opinion. she had made an online buddy, and hooked up with one girl sense she had been there and kind of was trying to give it a whirl, but the girl seemed to have a lot of issues with placing echo into a category and well she was just not having that! though shell was sexy as the devil herself...
echo found this world to be a lot safer with trusting no one not even herself, because bad shit always tended to happen that way. it was easier to just kind of say lavee’ or whatever. in her opinion this place was better at night, so there she was in her bikini and a pair of shorts at the pool she had decided she wanted some exercise.. no one was really around the pool all that much and she found people liked the lake more so she decided to come here. her shorts and her towel were there on one of the tanning chairs as she swam laps back and forth tiring herself out.
the girl didn’t know the rules here, because she hadn’t looked into them and she hadn’t listened when she was signing her life into this place. she didn’t care! no one ever got that though, because maybe it looked like she was trying not to care more than actually not caring? it was hard to decipher. she pushed her wet jet back hair back and sat on the step. she heard steps and smirked looking up she had seen this characters photo on chat before..he seemed alright or what not, but she watched as he cracked open a bottle of vodka and shook her head. she liked the party like the rest of him, but what dumbass brought a bottle to the pool? did he want to drowned? wasn’t her business and she just shrugged it off and swam over to the side kind of just resting her arms on the side and resting her head there on them. she did this because she didn’t want to scare him and didn’t care enough to hide.
she watched as he gulped down the liquid and cleared her throat. ”life or the bottle?” she asked raising an eyebrow at mister max
words: four seventy-six
ourfit: here
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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Post by maxwell ralph sheppard on Aug 28, 2011 14:39:30 GMT -5
i should have took you out dancing, [/size] ( BUT I WAS HIGH UP ON A BARSTOOL )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] maxwell hadn't been planning to swim, not that he didn't enjoy swimming. it was the complete opposite, he liked any reason to stare at a girl in her bathing suit. now he still loved to look at girls and admire their beauty, he wasn't so sure he actually wanted to sleep with anyone at the moment. that was strange given max's past with sex. but he wanted abrielle, and he knew he couldn't have her if he went and had sex with a million other woman. so he was going to remain strangely abstinent, which he found completely odd and fucked up. how could he keep from having sex when so many girls here liked to flaunt what they had, and well that made maxwell one crazy hormone driven teenager. so he had decided to drink his problems away, so that was why he was here, and the fact that a girl in a bikini was here, well that sure didn't help the horny boy at all.
she wasn't his type, and he slightly recongnized the girl from chat, though her name was very much lost to the boy. then again he remembered very few people's names. he had run into many and only four were actually remembered. belle, abrielle, hope and amanda. and those were because he happened to do interact with those four girls a lot. for different reasons. belle he went to for sex, and she was happy to give him it. abrielle because he honestly enjoyed the girls company. hope because she was fun to mess with and could be very feisty. amanda, for her smarts and homework doing skills. though he was held back because amanda has said fuck him and stopped doing his homework, as well as get drunk and stab the boy.
he hadn't told on her, cause honestly, amanda scared the shit out of him. so he hadn't told anyone though he had found out amanda told a few people. but he didn't care, as long as she didn't go blaming him for her getting in trouble or something. he had a scar on his side where the knife entered him, though his clothes hid it from veiw and that was good. cause to be asked where he got it from, he'd feel like an idiot. who the hell wants to say they got stabbed by some short blonde girl with a phobia of men? max had a reputation to with hold and that information would ruin it very fast.
when the girl spoke up he quirked his brow and tilted his head, "i'd always choose the bottle." he took another swig before actually contemplating that sentence, he did love his alcohol but he didn't drink cause he life was horrible. more just to make the feelings he had go away and the bottle definitely helped, though he had wondered what brought the question on. "so why'd you even say that? not like i'm gonna die from drinking." which was a lie, he knew if he drunk too much he could get alcohol poisoning and die or do something stupid and die. but he didn't plan on doing something idiotic or drinking too much where he'd die. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
yeah, I was such a blind fool , [/size] ( NOW I KNOW IT )[/center] words: five hundred and fifty fouroutfit: heretags: janet with echonotes: sorry it's suckish:cmusic: flowers by chris youngcredit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c: [/font][/left] |
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Post by echo on Sept 4, 2011 2:09:40 GMT -5
swimming was the best way to work out, but she didn’t like to do it in front of people because she could use her right arm, but it was very painful to her and it was mostly a numb limb. she had manage to get so pissed one day and she fucked it up by punching her hand through a mirror and into a wall. that was when it went numb, but she didn’t have to have it amputated or anything like that because she could still move it slightly and it didn’t need to be, but if people looked at it enough they’d notice the scars and they would note the pain in her face when she tried to move it. this was why she had been here at night for the most part and because she didn’t really like people in general they were annoying and they always were either in a panic or trying to fuck around and act tough and she’d more than likely knock them on their ass even if she could only do it with her left. a left hook could be as mean as a right one and well plenty people knew that from when they fucked with her back vegas.
the girl recognized him from the hawthorne chat but it was not like she cared to recognize too many people here with their immature conversations and such. most of them talked about sex a lot and it was kind of amusing, because half of them were probably just talking out their ass, but whatever. max well he was kind of silent when she had been on but he didn’t seem to kind of give a fuck which was interesting to her and so totally her attitude so he was safe in her book. this school was full of weirdo’s anyways so it was a safe bet having found a couple people okay here and there.
the reply to her question made her roll her eyes just slightly. ”no, you said life was good, i was curious to whether or not the bottle was good or if it really was life.” she clarified. echo looked around the area and then back at him with a smirk. ”do you always drink alone?” she asked him as she swam over to the steps on the other side of the pool and she got out going to her towel and wrapping it around her body and she sat down on one of the tanning chairs her left hand going to her bag scrimmaging through it for a top and what not. he seemed cool, but she didn’t need him looking over her assets when he finally did get drunk. guys dicks were their brains especially when they were drank and they got so enamored that they could not even think straight when it came to that kind of thing their brains grew and it was annoying...how they tried to push onto you and what not. that was echo’s opinion.
the next question just made her laugh a little bit when he said he wasn’t going to die from drinking she looked at him and the pool then back at the bottle. were people really that dumb she could think of a perfect scenario of him dying right here right now and she wasn’t afraid to say it either. ”actually you could die from alcohol” she said with a laugh. but that would mean your consumption needs to be far more than one bottle of vodka” she said just to be clear. ”and if you drink too much you can fall into that pool and drowned, but those are just a couple ways...” she said with a shrug. echo really did not know where she was going with that, but she saw people like this all the time in vegas nothing was going to happen? right, they ended up married or broke..though this was different she had a lot of knowledge when it came to these sort of things. max right?” she asked just to be sure she remembered his name and didn’t call him by another people weren’t too fond of getting called the wrong name, but then again she’d snap if someone called her something other than her name so..so just the bottle bring you out tonight?” she asked curious trying to make conversation.
words: seven oh seven (sorry this sucks im really trying my muse like really has gone to shit)
ourfit: here
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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Post by maxwell ralph sheppard on Sept 7, 2011 8:58:37 GMT -5
i should have took you out dancing, [/size] ( BUT I WAS HIGH UP ON A BARSTOOL )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] maxwell wasn't one to give a flying shits and he just wanted to get fucked up. he also didn't care to pay too much attention to things, including the people around him. which meant he either wasn't going to notice that she couldn't really move her arm, or if he happened to notice it, well he wouldn't say anything. cause honestly it had no importance to him, and if something wasn't important then it wasn't worth mentioning. of course he could do it to be a prick and well he was working hard on not acting like a prick. so today he would just shrug it off and chalk it up to something that was none of his damn business.
did i mention he wasn't the brightest crayon in the crayon box? he wasn't dimwit dumb walking around curling his hair with a fork, but when it came to things such as well what echo had asked. putting behind the actual meaning to it, was kind of a hard thing for the boy. which happened to be why he had tricked amanda into doing his homework the year before, he wanted to graduate and get the hell out of here. so he could leave at anytime he wanted to, but for some reason maxwell stayed. it was like a free party twenty four seven. or that was what he told himself was the reason he didn't leave. truthfully? it had everything to do with his grasshopper.
when echo explained her first question, well it now made more sense of why she asked the thing. "i think it's a bit of both," he said honestly taking another swig from his bottle. his life wasn't all that bad, it really never had been. short for having a mother who hated his guts for screwing with her life plan. yup it was the only bad part in the rich boy's life. everything else was pretty much handed to him on a silver platter. all but love. it was a concept he never understood, and to this day he thinks it's just a figment of people's imaginations. love was something people thought up to make married life just slightly more bearable. to make having children just a tad bit less painful. it only existed in romance novels and woman's head. it was a lost concept to the boy.
ah well echo's next question wasn't one he had to at all think about. "usually. it gets annoying when you are trying to take enjoyment in the buzz and drunk girls are throwing themselves on you." okay so it wasn't like he didn't enjoy the drunk girls, hell he took way more enjoyment on that then was honestly needed. but he was a boy who liked a challenge. drunk girls were no challenge at all. they were easy, and great for some easy sex but bad for anything else. usually it lead to them wanting his number and him making some excuse and leaving them to wonder what the fuck just happened. then again to him the emotional strain was easier during drunken hookups, because like with abrielle, he was slowly gaining feelings he didn't want. it was easy to not feel a thing, to go along with life like he always had. but there wouldn't be any fun if a challenge didn't exist, and abrielle had been an interesting challenge. so he was going to get abrielle to fall for him, without falling for her then just break her little heart. but he the last part wasn't going to happen, he wouldn't break the poor girl's heart, that was just too horrible for him and he just wasn't that kind of guy. no matter what he wanted others to think.
so he knew the risks of the alcohol, but did that stop the boy? not really. nothing stopped the boy from drinking. nothing was going to. he refused to get 'better' like it was honestly a problem. him drinking really didn't have any affect on other people. the only reason his mom even decided it was a problem was because she wanted some excuse to get him the hell out of her house. he was a fuck up in her eyes, ever since birth and he showed up late. even then he had rebelled against his mother's plan. not joining sports, refusing to do anything but go out and party, never doing school work like a good little boy. he failed many classes just cause his mom would hate it and flip a lid. the boy got an enjoyment watching is mother show emotion, and when she wasn't in control, it was the only time she showed any emotion at all. but never did she cry, she just got angry, but at least it showed she wasn't emotionless. and to a teenager, it was all he needed to go on with the way he acted. to see that small emotion so he could one day believe she wasn't cold and could of really loved him. too bad she never actually did.
when she said his name he nodded, he had racked his brain over and over trying to figure out, but it just wasn't coming to the poor boy. like i said, he wasn't one to pay attention even on chat. "that's me," he said smirking and taking another swig. "sorry but i can't quite remember your name." so he wasn't sorry at all, he never cared enough to be honestly sorry. he placed the bottle next to him, leaning back, putting his hands behind his head like a makeshift pillow. he shrugged when the girl spoke again, "it's why i decided to come out tonight. there wasn't much else to do." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
yeah, I was such a blind fool , [/size] ( NOW I KNOW IT )[/center] words: nine hundred ninety sixoutfit: heretags: janet with echonotes: holy shit batman... and janet i give you short sucky posts all the time so i don't care<3music: flowers by chris youngcredit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c: [/font][/left] |
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Post by echo on Oct 28, 2011 23:13:14 GMT -5
echo was amused by this character the tall brunette boy sitting their sipping on his vodka kind of reminded him a lot of herself. he seemed laid back and like he could be a beast when it came to being a giant ass. she was kind of perceptive in a sense, but then again she didn’t care.. it was just an amusing little thing she noted. though she did care if he was looking at her funny or something because echo didn’t like being semi-nude in front of guys last time she did that she got pregnant. then she broke and now she was who she was.
when she had to explain it...well she was amused but she just figured he was a dumbass and just kind of left it like that. everyone had their moments it was whatever. the girl looked down at her phone and looked at her little delilah and smiled slightly it was the one thing that brought true joy to her life and well then she looked up at max. maybe for once she could not act like such a hard head and enjoy a guys company possibly find a friend sense he seemed kind of like her. well from what she could read into...she sighed a little and set her phone down letting her smile fade. everyone had someone in their life they lived for..or wanting to be better for. they had more in common then she really knew..
”ah” she said not really knowing what to say to that now that she had her actual explination out. people had hard lives here she was sure of that much, but she didn’t go around pegging most of the people here for that. their stories would go untold her, because she was a bitch and she didn’t give a fuck, but most of the people here she had met so far or listened to speak or were on chat egging on pscyho’s amused her. every once in awhile she’d poke her two cents in to get a rise out of them, because they were stupid to her, but to her well max just looked like a little rish boy. surely he must have another story...a bigger broader one on why he was drinking and what made him so cold. she did and so she was curious what twisted others, but she wasn’t one to poke into it. what met the eye is what she questioned and nothing further. ”well, it’s good that your enjoying both.” she said his words setting in beyond her eyes studies.
the response only made her smirk. well, she supposed that was different from the average guy that was drinking and going to a party for drunk girls to get laid. it intrigued her a little bit but she wasn’t going to mention it. ”and thats a problem?” she asked raising a brow figuring she’d kind of poke around it a little bit to see what kind of guy he really was. he could just be talking shit to sound like a nice guy or whatever? though she was pegging it to be false anyways. in this world echo didn’t believe guys liked a challenge. hell she had been pregnant for a matter of months didn’t want sex and her man was off sticking it with some other woman. the only challenge he had was keeping himself clean for a matter of time, but he couldn’t handle that so he could got piss off. the other half of that question though was because echo herself didn’t mind when girls were throwing themselves at her. in fact she enjoyed it, because commitment was alright, but free sex a girl would wind up regretting anyways was great for the night and would cause drama echo didn’t care about and then she’d just leave it alone knowing she got to that girl in more ways than one.
the liquid in that bottle was a celebration. a bottle was always a celebration of something and echo did it to, but she well she watched it push up to his lips and couldn’t help but wonder if it was more? to her it was a celebration to forgetting details she drank most of the time to have fun and find woman, but also because she wanted to be consumed by something other than her damn thoughts. the girl reached over and found her shirt not caring if she got it wet at this point and slipped it over cold from getting out of a hot pool and then the air hitting her..it was whatever. ...so should i leave you to your drinking mister party for one?” she said speaking to ignore her thoughts not wanting to be consumed by them, because it would annoy the hell out of her.
”thought so” she said when he clarified she was alright with people she found interesting or she could remember annoying little bitches names, but the rest fell through the cracks. ”echo” she said with a shrug not bothered a bit that he had forgotten her name. she wasn’t trying to get it remembered at this place so it was whatever. ”this place never has much to do...it’s a school for troubled teens..i don’t fucking see it.” she admitted. where were the parties? where was the chaos. sure shit was out of control one minute and out the next, but she didn’t understand it she thought it’d be a lot more fun. she missed vegas.
words: nine seventeen
ourfit: here
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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and janet i give you short sucky posts all the time so i don't care<3