❚ ★ misfits. ;; posting!

[Leaders Of Men]

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A groan escaped through the pale woman's lips as her alarm sounded off. Though the loud beeps were undying and rather annoying, Ramona didn't want to move from her spot on the bed. A slender arm snaked it's way from under the covers and promptly hit the snooze button, much to the British woman's surprise. Ramona's dainty fingers grasped the material of the bed and quickly threw it up so she could pop her head out from under the blanket. She blinked a few times from the onslaught of light that was pouring into the window but her vision soon cleared enough to see whom had been her bed buddy. At the familiar sight of her ebony haired gothic lover made Ramona's lips upturn into a pleasant smile.

"Morning love." Ramona stated in a husky tone, her voice still needing to clear after hours of not using it. Laying on her stomach, she propped herself up onto her elbows and turned her head to look at Lucy. The older woman's short hair was mussed, which was to be expected after a night of shagging, with a deep blue sheet that covered what Ramona assumed to be her bare flesh. Blue orbs idly examined the older woman's flesh, starting at her smooth flesh of her neck, down to her bite-able collar bone then to her sheet covered breasts. Ramona noted the little hardened buds that poked the sheet, making the blonde woman bite her lower lip for just a moment. This woman was perfection.

"Morning." Lucy replied in an airy tone as if there wasn't a care in the world. Ramona watched the woman twist, turning to the nightstand that stood next to the side of the bed she was on. The older woman grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a clear ashtray that were resting on it and turned to lay on her back once again. She set the ashtray and pack of cancer sticks on her stomach then turned her head to look at Ramona. "Got a light?" Lucy smiled, eyes drooping just slightly to give Ramona a sultry gaze that she knew the young woman loved.

Without a word, Ramona had flipped over and kicked the blanket off of herself, revealing that she was wearing nothing more than an over-sized Circle Jerks band tee and a snug pair of black panties. She strode across the room, opening the door that led to the short hallway that would take her to the living room and kitchen.

Ramona's apartment was a modest one. A simple one bedroom with enough furnishing to get by. It wasn't the most luxurious abode, but the British woman was happy to have any sort of apartment in a city like New York where people had to fight to get an over-priced apartment. She often thought of moving away to a place that was cheaper to live, but she knew she wouldn't be able to until after she served her damned probation.

When she snapped out of her thoughts, Ramona found herself standing in her kitchen, staring at an empty bottle of rum that she had had for over a year now. Thinking back to hazy nights and hungover mornings, she was glad she had quit drinking. Remembering why she had left the bedroom in the first place, Ramona walked away from her kitchen and over to the coffee table in the living room. She grabbed a blue lighter that was resting atop it and ventured back towards the bedroom with a skip in her step. As soon as she had cleared the doorway, Ramona tossed the lighter towards Lucy, whom had barely managed to catch it before it collided with her chest. Lucy gave Ramona a little scowl, but it was soon dismissed so she could pluck a cigarette from the pack, place it between her lips and light it. Which she nearly dropped onto her lap when the alarm click suddenly burst to life again with its annoying beeps. Lucy turned and slapped the button that would keep the damn thing off.

Lucy only managed to get a few puffs of the cancer stick before Ramona snaked an arm over and plucked it out of the other woman's mouth. Placing it between her own lips, Ramona fell back onto the bed and looked over to Lucy as she sucked on the cigarette. "Come here and let me love ya." Ramona said, trails of smoke escaping out of her mouth as she spoke.


*****


It was an about almost two hours later before Ramona and Lucy were actually getting ready for the day. The two of them had just stepped out of the shower after spending the morning together with sex, a joint and a little bit of dancing on the bed together to some tunes that they loved.

"I'll see you at the bar later." Lucy said with a wink, looking to living room where Ramona was standing. Turning on her heels, Lucy walked towards the door of the apartment and left without hesitation.

"I suppose this means I won't get a lift to the hospital." Ramona told herself with a large exhale and rushed to her room to get ready.

It didn't take long for the Brit to find what she wanted to wear and throw it on, though her tall combat boots did take a bit of time to straight lace. After that Ramona grabbed a few accessories, two necklaces and a spiked bracelet, put them on and grabbed her black Dickies backpack. She shoved her orange jumpsuit inside with a scowl at the ugly thing, then a wallet, pack of cigarettes and a lighter joined it. Pausing to think for a moment, Ramona couldn't think of anything she would actually need with her so rushed out of her room. Grabbing her chain of keys off of the coffee table, the blonde woman was soon out the door, locking it behind her, and making her way towards the front of the apartment complex. Luckily there was a bus stop just a few minutes away from where she lived that would take her to the hospital. With a stroke of luck, the bus that Ramona needed to take had just pulled up as she arrived. With a gleeful smile, the blonde woman hopped onto the bus and paid her fare before finding a seat.

Ramona simply stared out the window of the bus during the entirety of the ride, still feeling a bit groggy from earlier. It always took her a while to fully wake. A sudden stop jolted her from her daze and made her realize that this is where she needed to get off. She jumped up hurried to the door of the bus before the driver took off again.

Ramona didn't waste any time finding a cross walk so that she could arrive at the hospital... to find that no one else was there yet. Well, that was fine. Ramona decided to use the time to grab something from the cafeteria and she hoped that they served some sort of tea. Ramona entered the hospital and found the cafeteria with relative ease. When she walked inside, however, she spotted a familiar face. Mimi. Ramona's expression fell into a blank one for a moment, then her nostril's flared and a tongue was stuck out for Mimi before flipping the younger girl off. Man did she ******** hate her! She turned and left the way she came, not interested in being there anymore. The sight of that girl made Ramona lose her appetite. Now she just wanted a cigarette and a friendly face.

ooc ; Ramona's outfit is in her pic as well~

[the elephant years]

❝ I BUILD MYSELF UP AND FLY AROUND IN CIRCLES ,
WAIT THEN AS MY HEART DROPS AND MY BACK BEGINS TO TINGLE ❞

VIVIAN'S EYES SHOT OPEN, SHE STARED DAGGERS AT HER SISTER
The radio blasted from tiny speakers, Vivian's sister was sitting as a small desk that had a mirror handing right above it. A little radio sat on the desk next to her's and her sister's make up and hair products. Her sister sang along with the radio as she curled her hair, she didn't register Vivian's daggers. "Mind turning that down?" she yelled over the music. Her sister didn't seem to hear her, or at least that's how she acted. Vivian jumped from her small twin bed and slammed her hand down onto the radio, it shut off. "What the hell!" her sister called out, trying to remove Vivian's hand from the radio to turn it back on. "Did you really have to turn it up so loud? You know I hate being woken up!" she clenched her jaw, trying to calm herself. This was her sister, she would never hurt her. "Aren't you suppose to have Community Service? It's at one, right? Well it's nearly one now." her sister smirked. Vivian glanced over towards her nightstand, the clock read twelve forty three. She pushed her sister to the side of the chair and sat down, she had barely ten minutes to get ready. Luckly she had taken a shower last night and she didn't stick. "Hey! Watch it!" called her sister. Vivian ignored her, grabbing her hair brush she violently ran it through her hair.

COFFEE, SHE NEEDED HER COFFEE
Vivian ran out of her room after getting dressed and slipping a little amount of make up on her face. She came out wearing a simple pair of jeans a shirt that hung off her small frame that had " Say it out loud " printed on it, she had blue nikes on her feet that she had stolen last week and a bag slipped over her shoulder that had her orange jumpsuit in it and other things she would need today. She was suppose to wear the jumpsuit today as she painted walls of the local hospital. She would have skipped out on the whole Community Service bullshit like she had with all the others, but they warned her if she skipped out this time that she'd spend the night in the hammer. Which she had once before, with Elle, and was determined to never return. "Hey! Get me a beer!" called her father. Vivian pulled out a cigarette and slipped it between her lips, "Get it yourself you old fart!" she called back as she lit her cigarette and left out the front door. She hated her father and was planning on ditching out soon, very soon, once she got the money to do so. She'd take her sister and perhaps her brother if he wanted to tag along. She badly needed a coffee, but she had barely enough time to even get to the hospital at this point. Hopefully the cafe was open, then she could snatch up a coffee.

SHE BANGED HER FIST AGAINST THE DASHBOARD OF HER OLD BEAT UP BEETLE
Her car roared to life after three hits, a smiled spread to her lips. She patted the dashboard, "That's my girl!" she cooed. She put the car in reverse and stepped on the gas, a cat popped out of no where and her foot slammed on the brake pedal. [******** CAT!" she yelled, she ******** hated that cat and all the other cats in the world. The cat ran into someone's backyard and disappeared out of her sight, she backed out of the driveway and drove to the hospital. She sucked in the last of her cigarette, she flicked it out her window before turning off the car. She puffed out the smoke and grabbed her bag, she locked her car doors and walked into the hospital. Vivian didn't know how to sign in or where to go, after all she's never actually showed up to any of her Community Services before. She follwed the sign to the cafe and got in line behind some light brunette chick, her voice was way too preppy as she ordered. Vivian crossed her arms over chest and waited her turn, "Just a hot mocha." she said to the lady behind the counter. She handed her a few one dollar bills and waited for the mocha to be done.

TURNS OUT THE LIGHT BRUNETTE WITH THE TOO PREPPY VOICE IS MADELINE
Vivian's eyes popped out, what was Madeline doing here? She couldn't be here for Community Service, she was way too goody two shoes for that. She smirked at the girl, she would have happily ignored her but she was curious to why the girl was even here. "Mimi!" she called her by her nickname as she walked towards the table she sat at. "What are you doing here? Is someone dying?" she smirked, taking a sip of her hot mocha. From the corner of her eye she saw another familiar face, Romona, but she left as fast as she entered. Vivian would have loved to follow the girl outside and talk about how stupid all of this was but she was too curious about Mimi being here.


ooc ; outfit in top photo . i guess i decided to post tonight . ♥

[Genius Tech Freak]

EDITED: 2/10/12

Birds chirped and light began to shine through the windows into the room waking Toni up. Her alarm hadn't gone off yet and wasn't due to go of for another 30 minutes. She turned around trying to go back to sleep putting her head under the covers only to find that is was a futile, the if it wasn't the light it was the birds keeping her awake.. Damn birds! she thought to herself before turning off her alarm and getting out of bed. It was only 6:30am and her alarm was set to go off at 7:00am. She frowned thinking about the day she had in front of her What a wonderful start to the day.. she thought as she made her way down the hall to her bathroom to take a shower. Her apartment wasn't big or luxurious nor did it have expensive furnishings. It's furnishing and style closely resembled that of a college student's apartment or dorm. She took about 15 minutes to shower and get dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror which was partly fogged and scowled. Even though the mirror was fogged over she could still make out the reflection of the strange woman staring back at her which she knew was non other than herself. She hated her job, and hated the fact that she needed to dress up in a nice dress shirt or sweater with dress shoes and worst of all a skirt... Toni hated skirts.

Noticing it was only 7:00am and she didn't have to be at work till around 8:30am Toni made herself some toast to eat sitting down. While sitting she let her mind wander a bit only to find that it wasn't the best idea to do that. After finishing her toast and returning form he thoughts she looked at the clock again, 7:30. Beside the clock was a picture of her father James and the family dog John Smith. To bad you had to die father, and too bad John you had to stay with mother. I hope she is taking care of you and remembering to feed you She than made a run through to make sure she had everything keys, wallet, phone and whatever else. She grabbed her gray trench coat that she wore for work which was hanging beside her black leather one. She put the gray coat on placing each item she had grabbed in their respective pockets. She left her house and waited for the bus to go to work.

Toni arrived at her destination half an hour early so she decided to do some people watching until it was time to work and help open up the store. Than the dreaded time came, the time called 'open'. If the dress attire she had to wear wasn't' bad enough the people were even worse. As always she was stuck dealing with people, some overly cheery and polite which made her a bit sick, and others pushy, grumpy and just plain rude. The rude people or the people that complain about stupid stuff are the ones that really got on her nerves and made her just want to tell them off and be rude right back to them. However she had to hold her tongue and be polite and courteous no matter how unreasonable the person was being. Finally she was relieved from the stress of dealing with people, at least for a while. Lunch break, the one highlight of her day not counting when she finally gets to go home.

Toni as always went out for a walk thinking of where to eat. She walked past the hospital she caught a glance of something or someone out of the corner of her eye. She stopped to get a better look at the familiar looking thin, pale, blond haired woman leaving the hospital. Is that Ramona? she thought to herself deciding whether to go up and ask or not... She than decided to go for it "Haven't I met you before? You you look like the drunk I helped out in England." she asked the blond hoping that her reply would be yes and not a who the heck are you one.

(OOC: Outfit in picture is now what she is wearing right now. She is dress for work and is wearing a dress shirt, skit, dress shoes, and gray trench coat. She hates her work outfit...)

[leafy llamas]

★ MISS SNOTTY RICH b***h

MADELINE'S PERFECTLY MANICURED NAILS TYPED ON THE SHINY WHITE IPHONE.
she was tweeting, and drinking her iced mocha. madeline elizabeth kensington was a role model to many girls. so far, no one knew why she was really put into community service, they thought she wanted to do it, ' just for the experience. ' . it was stupid, but people bought it. she took a couple of sips of the mocha, and took a picture of herself. mimi was good at five things, doing drugs, sex, shopping, fashion, and taking pictures of herself. with a click of a few buttons, her fabulous face was out on the internet. once she replied to a few texts, mimi slid her phone into her bag, and looked back out the window.

it was a nice day. sun shining, warm, and not a cloud in the sky. too bad she had community service, because if she didn't, she would be out on the beach, tanning. not like she needed it. her natural skin color was tan, and not orange enough to be called mexican. in fourth grade, mimi had made fun of some fat girl that was ' italian ', because she looked like she could work in taco bell. whatever, not her problem!

mimi stirred the straw around in the cup, moving the whipped cream back and forth. she blinked a few times to realize that the voice that just called her name, was the one and only vivian baker. mimi had a long history with vivian. the two had a pretty mutual bestfriend breakup, well kind of. they both decided they didn't like eachother, called eachother some pretty harsh words, and never talked again. none of that backstabbing bullshit. sometimes, madeline could be a good person. and that was it, sometimes.

" vivi - " the light brunette girl said, stopping herself and continued talking more within a couple of seconds, realizing that vivian was no longer her friend, which meant calling vivian, vivi, was a no - no. " -an ! i haven't seen you in forever! " she said sweetly, flashing the dark haired girl infront of her one of her famous smiles. " haha. i wish someone was dying. i'm doing community service. what are you doing here? " she asked. truth was, mimi didn't really care why vivian was here. by the way vivian smirked, mimi could tell vivi didn't like seeing madeline. but being the good person she was, madeline continued the good girl act, something she was very, very, good at.

the good girl act was something mimi mastered in sixth grade, the begging of her middle school years. madeline could lie, and put on an act well enough that her mother and father never questioned her for anything. bad grades? blame it on the teacher. smell bad? blame it on the kid who sat next to her. pissy mood? madeline was on her period. boom. in public, madeline would smile and wave, the the perfect kensington child she was. off cameras? madeline would get wasted, and sleep around. maybe that was why she couldn't keep a relationship going. she was tired of giving the same person blow jobs every day. madeline got bored easily. it wasn't her fault that she lived an exicting life! mimi had everything a girl could want, boys, money, looks, and a good reputation. matter of fact, her modeling career was just starting off. the abercrombie and fitch posters in the stores? those body parts belonged to mimi.

ooc; outfit in the picture!c:

[Shameless Punk]

[********]

The boy was barley leaving the house and he was already in trouble. His mother has been telling him not to smoke anything in her house, cigarette's and the pot that always just happen's to end up in his room. His mother found out a long time ago that her son was into legal substances, and when weed was legalize, well sort of, he made up any excuse to smoke it. He had insomnia, his back ached, headaches or just trouble eating. All lie's, Ham slept like a bear, and anyone would know that if they were around when he was sleeping, he was barley twenty year of age, what the hell did he know about back problem ? He hasn't had a back problem, ever, until now. Headache's, well everyone get's that every once in a while, but that still wasn't a good enough excuse to her, and the eating was just the tip of the iceberg. Never, in his life, has he had a trouble with eating, if anything, he needed to be smoking to stop. She couldn't understand how one person could eat so much and stay the same fit weight that he was. It was amazing, but still unbelievable in her eyes. Maybe it was just because she was a women, and she'd kill to have something like that. Now, there was this one time, when she did agree that her son was in enough pain to have weed in her house, but that's because he got hit with car and broke his leg on the fall. So yeah, she let him smoke that away, but other than that, she was was getting sick and tired of coming home to a house smelling like the a kickback all the time.

" Hurry up Alligator, your going to be late ! " The women screamed down the hall where his room lead. She wasn't some uptight b***h, she let's him smoke because she was a teenager one in her life, and she smoked weed back in her day too. Though, all she asked was not to do it in the house, take in the garage. Ham was just so damn hardheaded sometime's, it irked her soul. " I'm coming ! Not like I have a choice ! " Community service blow's, but it was way better than jail and camp. He didn't like to think about like that though, he wanted this s**t to be over,so he figured, the more he got this s**t done, the more he could get the ******** out of it for good.

Hodgey, or HAM, was a twenty year old male boy that couldn't keep his self out of trouble, or some girl's leg's if he wanted to. It was just a habit, both of them, and the people he was usually around didn't make thing's better. He sighed at his self, walking out of the room with the discusing orange colored suit on. He really didn't give a ********, but this thing really was ugly. Though, no doubt, he'd still get bitches even with this thing on. It really wasn't the outfit, it was straight up game. With a cigarette draping from his lip's and his eye's as red as pure ruby's, he just made his way to his mother, while she was laughing at him. What more could he do but to look at her, and then at his self. " Aw, I'm sorry, it's just..." His mother couldn't stop laughing, though he didn't let it bother him, much. It can be worse, he can be in the shower right now with about ten other guy's. ******** that, even if he go to jail, there was no ******** way he was sharing a shower. He'd have to probably kill a person to prove the point, or just act like a complete psycho. Since he didn't really like blood, most likely the second one.

He grabbed his key's, his wallet, cigarette's, and Ipod, knowing that this was going to a long day. He had to paint a wall, and unless he wasn't ******** with one of his friend's the whole time or trying to drag Lea off somewhere in the cut, he was going to be stroking a paintbrush. Don't get him wrong, he loved art, but using the same color, on the same wall for hour's is not what he had in mind as art. Though, this wasn't for his enjoyment, it was punishment. His mother said goodbye, trying to hold in her laughter, but failed as he walked out the door. He had his original outfit under the barf orange jumpsuit, wearing one arm on and the other one off. He knew that he was going to have to put it all the way on when he got there, one because he didn't want get paint all over his self, but even if they weren't painting, he had to wear it right the whole time anyway's. Can't be too bad though, he's not going to be the only one out of fashion.

He hoped into his 2011 Camero, which cost his whole summer working and saving, but was worth it all. He loved his car, just as much as he loved his women and eating. He started "Sheela" up and pulled her out of the driveway, her candy coated red lighting up the street's. Since he wasn't in a rush to go to community service and he wanted to smoke a little more, he cruised there. Of course, he had to go a bit slower to let his car air out so he won't get in more trouble for showing up high, his car and own body that is. After driving a little slower, he slipped on his Ray Ban's and sprayed himself down with Old Spice. It wasn't that long until he made it into the parking lot, where other car's laid, but who know's who's here right now. Though, he didn't want to find out. He actually wanted to smoke a cigarette first before going in, to give him an extra boost on his high than he already had. The nicotine boost just put the cherry on the split. He knew he was suppose to be quitting, he's been saying that ages ago, like when he was living with Lea ages ago. He can get his own apartment, but his a** getting into all the trouble he was in, if he was to stay with his mother, his parole officer wouldn't be show up as much as if he was alone. They wanted him around an adult, and his mother to watch him a bit, before he really did something that his good charm and look's couldn't get his a** out of.


OUTFIT -XXMUSIC -

[Disco Skyee]

xxxxxi wanna ★(____ party let's get drunk
xxxxxI`M GONNA GRAB ANOTHER CUP AND LET`S SMOKE ANOTHER BLUNT
xxxxxI`M GONNA GRAB ANOTHER CUP AND LET`S SMOKE ANOTHER BLUNT
xxxx♚we ain't »!&stoppin never .stoppin
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"Wake up s**t head!" followed by a hard kick extreamly close to his head was what the young twenty two year old boy fast asleep on the couch awoke too. Being jerked out of sleep he muttered some harsh words at his friend Franky. Sitting up he ran his hands through his hair as he tried to shake the sleep off his eyes. "s**t man. Good morning to you too!" He told him sarcastically as he leaned back and titled his head to stare at the ceiling. "Bro, I did you a favor. You got your community service s**t in a few minutes." Franky told him pointing to the clock. At the sound of this his eyes shot open. Standing up quickly he cracked his back. Sleeping on a couch isn't that comfortable. It had been a while since he had slept in a real bed. Ever since he moved to New York he had been sleeping on Franky's couch. He was of course saving up every damn dime he got at his shitty mechanic job to get his own apartment and a nice bed. He was almost all saved up, but still. "Yeah. Well get your a** up and get going. I am meeting the fella's for a pre-game beer." with that Pistol watched as his friend walked out of the apartment. He would have to admit, sometimes he was envious of him. He had a wonderful girlfriend, was enrolled at a good college, played football with a bunch of great guys. But that wasn't him at all. He would never be like that. He would never find a girl good enough to be faithful to, he would never be good at sports, and he could never afford to go to school.

However, he did have his good looks, so that was a plus. Laughing it off the boy shrugged as he walked across the empty hallway to the small bathroom. Once inside he brushed his teeth and stripped off his boxers. Turning on the shower he slipped inside the warm embrace. They say that showers are where your mind runs free. In his case, it was focused on one thing, that night. The night that landed him in community service. It all flashes by so quickly it in unbearable and often gives him a paining headache. He had though he was doing right, that people would understand. But no one did, they never did. People always dubbed him the bad kid, so whenever he tried to do anything right, it was always wrong. Just the thought of no one believing him brought back memories. Trying to contain himself he opened his eyes, which up until this moment he never realized were closed, and finished off his cleaning ritual.

Breaking away from his emotional thoughts, he smiled at himself sort of embarrassed, as he turned off the water and slipped out of the shower. Pulling a cotton towel around his waste he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room to where a bag of his clothes were. Drying off quickly he pulled on a pair of clean boxers and his clothes for the day. A nice pair of jeans which he wore baggy of course, a white California tee shirt, because he reps the best place in the world and his home town, and a nice pair of sneaker of course. Once dressed he covered his wet hair with his favorite hat and slipped on a sleeveless jean vest. Finally he was ready to go. However, he was rather hungry. Thinking for a moment he decided to just grab something on the way there. Grabbing his copy of Julius Ceaser by Shakepeare, one of his favorites, he placed it in his other back pocket. It was all worn, torn and burned, but it was still beautiful. One he had everything he need along with his wallet, sunglasses, and keys, he walked out of the apartment. He did have one thing that was truly his and he was pretty damn proud of it, his motorcycle. Straddling the bike he let the dark sunglasses come over his eyes as he sped out of the parking lot to the near by diner that had the best biscuits.

Arriving at the place he stepped off his bike and walked inside. He knew the cook, so he usually got his food free and fast. Laughing at all the people waiting to be seated he walked into the back to where Jim, the cook, was frying up breakfast. "Yo, jimmy, my man. You think you could hook me up with some biscuits with gravy?" He called out as he looked at the older black man who let out a laugh and leaned over to give him a familiar handshake. "You know I got you. How much time you got?" he asked before resuming his process. Glancing over at the clock on the oven he smiled, " 'bout fifteen minutes." The cook shook his head as he put some fresh biscuits into the oven. After a few more minutes of meaningless conversation the food was ready and put on a nice clean plate. Smiling his thank you's to Jim he leaned against the counter and devoured the delicious meal in no time. "Damn, its like heaven." He told him with a smile. "Oh, here I got you something else to. Its behind the counter." Jim told him nodding in the direction of the counter. Raising an eyebrow, Pistol walked over to the counter and began feeling behind it. Quickly his fingers brushed on a plastic bag. Pulling it up he couldn't help but smile. "I owe you one, bro!" he told him as he looked at the bag of weed in his hand. "You don't owe me anything as long as you smoke the first blunt with me, lets go out back."

About twenty minutes later Pistol finally pulled into the parking lot to start his community service. His sunglasses were able to hide his red eyes, but he couldn't lie, he smelt just like the good sticky he has just smoked. Laughing it off he turned off the bike and made his way inside the hospital. Following the voices he somehow found where he was supposed to be. He was just about to go sit in the corner and crack open his book until he heard a familiar voice calling out. Turning his head in the direction of one of the most attractive faces you have ever seen a small smile came over his face. Slyly he made his way over to the girl known as Vivian. Approaching her from the back he knew that she had yet to see him. Flirting-ly he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist with a huge grin. "It seems like my dreams just came true. Either that or I have gone to heaven, so many beautiful girls."


ooc: (outfit)

[xMissionExterminatex]

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Black fabric was raising and falling with the breath inside lungs of a boy in his bed. The room was silent at first, not a sound, not a pin to be dropped. The sun being blocked out by thick black curtains covered the large window to the left of the boy's bed and so everything was shadowed. the russling of the raven black sheets were heard for a moment within the dark room, then a thump thump thump thump across wooden floors. A light sniff as the boy took in the morning hung in the air as the room remained silent for only a moment longer as as the keyboard into of Interpol's Next Exit began playing. As the notes flowed through the stuffy air within the room, the thumping of the boy's feet were muffled.

Long slender fingers gripped the edge of the thick material preventing the morning from entering until he willed it so. He did now as he pulled back the fabric and blue sapphire's were exposed to light making his pupils dilated and made him throw up his other hand to shield himself in reflex. The rather disheveled earthy locks were sticking every which way in short spikes as the sharp facial features calmed and looked outside his room..

The tall slender male that was gazing out into the world in only his Batman boxers, he saw people walking through his neighborhood and though to himself, here's to another day in the illusion of life. Turning away from the streets, the young Shawn Wolfe walked across his simplistic room of a bed, small desk, cd player, closet, and window. All his books were in his closet and all his clothes were as well. "Gonna track this s**t around and make this place a heart to be a part of. We ain't going to the town.." his voice was rather deep and husky being his morning voice as Wolfe sang along with Mr. Banks. The walls were white with wood flooring and trimming. Plain, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Wolfe was too poor anyway.

He had his own bathroom connected via darkwood door the bare chested Wolfe walked through and started the shower. Without looking in the mirror, coughing every now and again from cotton mouth, the male took a piss then got into a warm soothing shower. There was nothing better to start your day with than with warm water. Irrigation has made this possible, but Wolfe wanted to experience a natural hot spring. The ultimate water source to calm and relax. For now he settled with his shower and soaped up then rinsed off.

Emerging from the bathroom, Hair stuck to his face, and towel low on his hips, Wolfe went to his closet and picked out a nice pair or perfectly worn in dicky slacks, still black and not faded yet, as well as a loose shirt of thin material that had David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust on it. Dropping the towel, Wolfe simply put on his pants and threw on the shirt. Going through his coats, he decided his black zip up hoody would be enough for today's weather. Throwing on some Converse and grabbing a white bag off his desk, Wolfe was ready to make his way into the public.. Man going outside was hard these days, but Wolfe made it a point to convince himself it was worth it... Central Park was worth it...

Coming down the stairs, the tall male stopped in the entryway to the living room as a wave of disoriented emotions hit him in the face as it usually did every day. "Good morning..." Wolfe said after he cleared his throat. There was a grumble from the cough that blocked his parental until from view. Then there was something being waved from the cough, it was green and Wolfe knew what it was... "It's almost one.. not morning no more. Go get me a pack of smokes. Real smokes. None of that light bullshit... " was the greeting this father gave his son.

Wolfe took the money without even glancing at the parental until that had ruined himself, both hungover and drunk. He knew his father just meant for him to leave and not come back till nightfall when he had to sleep. That was fine with the loner guy. He wouldn't be buying daddy dearest cigarettes, he would get himself some Camel Blues and a sack from Ramona later and that meant the Bav Cave. Fun..

Out the front door, Wolfe rushed right into the streets with his head down and his mind set for the corner store for a pack. He needed a morning cigarette, but on the way there he settled on a white bag in his pocket. Opening up the contents, long thin lips curved into a grin as he looked at the jelly beans he liked to call Jelly Babies. Reaching into the bag, Wolfe popped a green apple one in his mouth and chewed as he made his way to the corner store.

[the elephant years]

❝ I BUILD MYSELF UP AND FLY AROUND IN CIRCLES ,
WAIT THEN AS MY HEART DROPS AND MY BACK BEGINS TO TINGLE ❞

VIVIAN COCKED HER HEAD UP IN SURPRISE AT MIMI
She softly laughed to herself, Mimi in Community Service? She has been waiting for this day to come. Little miss perfect, no longer perfect. She liked it. "And what did you do to get yourself in Community Service?" she smirked, "Stealing more cookies?" she added, remembering how they always got caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar during sleepovers. Vivian wanted to smack herself, why did her parents let her be friends with Mimi? They were so different and always got into trouble while they were together. Guess it didn't matter much now. Maybe they were more alike then they knew. After all they were both in Community Service for doing some sort of crime. Vivian thought back to how she got stuck painting walls of a hospital full of gross dying people. A smile spread to her lips, it was stupid really. She was only walking down the street, she was buzzed from a few cups of an unknown substance that was handed to her in a red plastic cup. But the cop just had to check her, she had even screamed "Get off of me you pig!" and tried shoving him away. She just to happen to have a few crumbs of weed. Big freaking who! It wasn't enough to get her into the slammer but her brother had to drive down to the local police station and "collect" her.

ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HER, SHE BREATHED IN AND SMILED
She turned around and wrapped her thin arms around Pistol, she buried her face into his shoulder and breathed in the "scent" he brought with him. "Girl's? As in you see more than one?" she smirked at him. Always a bad move. Vivian just shrugged it off and slightly pushed him back to get away from Mimi. "You got high before coming to Community Service? Can't you get in trouble for that?" she laughed, like he cared. She just didn't want him to get in trouble. "You could have at least called and shared!" she playfully punched his arm. She looked back at Mimi, "You want to go smoke a cigarette or something? I need to get away from that chick." she gestured towards the small light brunette. She locked arms with Pistol and pulled him out of the cafe and headed outside. She kept walking and brought Pistol to the side of the building, where she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her bag she handed him one and stuck the pack back into her bag. She noticed the orange jumpsuit and wondered if they were suppose to show up in it or if they were going to have time to change.

SHE LIT HER CIGARETTE AND DROPPED HER BAG TO THE GROUND
She pulled out the orange jumpsuit, she held it up to her and slightly pouted her lips. It didn't look that fluttering and it wasn't even a cute orange color. She shrugged and pulled her shirt over head, her jeans were skinny and not baggy so they wouldn't bother her under the suit. But her shirt was big and baggy and would bother her all afternoon under the jumpsuit. She didn't care if Pistol was standing there, in fact she was glad he was there. Yeah, she was kind of a slut. But so what? It was her body. She kicked her shoes off and started buttoning the buttons together to close herself in the hideous fabric. She slid her feet back in her nikes, took a drag of her cigarette and put it out. "We probably should be getting back inside.. I'm not sure when this is going to start. Did you bring your jumpsuit?"


ooc ; outfit in top photo . I FREAKING LOVED YOUR POST DISCO SKYEE !! <333 & my post is CRAP and SHORT . :/

[Leaders Of Men]

Upon leaving the hospital and returning outside, Ramona walked about fifteen feet from the door before she began to search her backpack. All the while, missing Vivian and Pistol leave as well and walk around the side of the building. It only took her a few moments to locate her pack and lighter mixed in with the loud orange jumpsuit but before she zipped up, she looked to the jumper for a few moments. In all honesty, she kind of liked the thing. She enjoyed the bright orange and hoped that at the end of all this, she could keep it. Her mind was already thinking of alterations should could possibly make on the jump suit, bringing a smile to her face. But with the urge for that cigarette returning, Ramona zipped the bag and slung it back over her shoulder.

As she opened her box of cigarettes and took one of the six sticks remaining, a sudden voice spoke up next to her. Having been lost in thought a few moments prior, Ramona hadn't noticed a woman approaching her. A voice with an British accent, no less. Turning to ace this woman, the blonde placed the cigarette between her lips and smiled casually behind it. "A drunk encounter? Great, what an opener." She thought to herself sarcastically. "Could be, love. Thank you for being my caretaker." At first glance, Ramona didn't recognize this woman. She had a very posh look to her, what with her neat and professional appearance. It wasn't that it hadn't happened before, but Ramona wasn't use to being in such company. She began to look to her face though and took in the other woman's features. She was definitely attractive, Ramona loved sharp features with dark hair in contrast to milky flesh. She could definitely see why she had come on to this woman when she was drunk, assuming that was her and that was the reason they had crossed paths. Most importantly though, this woman's eyes were striking. Beautiful arctic blue with an intensity behind them that seemed to contradict her outward appearance. "I can't say that you don't look familiar, love. My name's Ramona, Ramona Song."

Ramona looked down then, pocketing her pack to shield her cigarette as she lit it with her soft blue lighter. There wasn't too much of a breeze out that called for the need to shield the flame, but had become a force of habit with the girl. Looking back up to the woman, Ramona removed the pack from her pocket and held it out for her. "Care for a f**, love?"

It hit her then, a memory brought forth from that chain of words.

Ramona stumbled out of a local pub after, purposefully, losing a drinking game. She did that sometimes just so she could get drunk quick and have a somewhat valid reason behind it. Or, to trick her friend so that she herself would not have to drive them back home. Why they fell for it was a mystery to the blonde.

It was a cold night and the breeze that accompanied it was enough to keep people inside, as proof of the barren street. In any case, Ramona was much too drunk to really notice how cold it was outside. She wore a jacket, black and covered in back patches that were sewn on with dental floss, but it wasn't thick enough to truly keep her warm. Not that she was aware of her plummeting body temperature. The alcohol did a nice job of making her feel warm when it reality, it was just opening her vessels and making her cold faster.

She stumbled down the sidewalk for about five minutes before she saw a figure on the horizon but the distance and blurred vision kept Ramona from making this person out. As they got closer to one another, Ramona could recognize the other person as a woman. A woman in what seemed to be leather. Hot.

From that point on it was a bit hazy. Some words were exchanged and next thing Ramona knew, she was going home with the girl.

"The woman in leather!" Ramona suddenly said with a Cheshire grin and bright eyes. "Taking a stranger home while they're under the influence, naughty girl." Her tone was more playful than anything and with a wink to match. Ramona wasn't quite sure what had happened after that, but she was sure her memory would start jogging soon. Her high from her fatty joint earlier that morning was still in effect and therefore messing with her memory a bit. Not that she was complaining.

ooc ; Short, sorry ><

[Genius Tech Freak]

Toni watched as Ramona lit up the cigarette she gave an amused look at the blond who had called it by the term f** which Toni considered the proper term for it. "Naw thanks. Though don't you just love it how you ask an American that the majority will look at you weird or take offense to it?" she said amusement in her tone. "Yeah the name's Toni Lee Savitt, First time we meet you Ramona you were drunk and it was ******** cold that night! she said half remembering to herself as well. The tone she spoke in was not at all rude, hostile or disapproving but casual with a bit more emphasis on the last part dealing with the temperature. "Eh I wanted to help, couldn't just leave you there in the cold. Besides whoever said I don't like some risk? she said a slightly playful smirk on her face.

Toni remembered Roman but Roman seemed to not remember her that clearly. Toni let her mind slip back to the night the first met.

It was a cold breezy night and the streets were deserted due to that fact. Toni had went out for a walk, the cold really didn't bother her, besides it was better than staying with her raging mother. As she walked her black leather trench coat blew behind her. She than noticed someone stumbling around more than likely dunk. She approached the blond haired girl who in fact was drunk as well as cold, even though the girl didn't seem to notice or care. Toni walked up the to the girl slightly kneeling beside her"You need to get inside and get warm.. Where do you live?" Toni had asked the girl. She knew it wasn't to wise or smart to help a drunk, but she couldn't just leave her out here either.

After getting the information she needed Toni took off her trench coat and put it around the girl helping her back to her house When she got to the house and knew the girl was inside and presumably safe Toni left to head back to her own house before Toni went to leave she left with the girl a note with her name and phone number on it and a message that read "if you need anything else or want to talk just call..." With that done Toni shut the door and left making her way back to her own house.

Toni than wondered why this woman didn't quite seem to remember her since they had met before when Ramona was sober, than again she was wearing clothing out of her nature and they weren't best buddy friends. Toni also noticed that another reason for Ramona not remembering her that well is because of what she is wearing Toni couldn't even believe it was her when she looked in the mirror so how could she expect someone she hasn't seen in a long time recognize her completely. "Heh yeah I probably look really stupid and weird in these damn cloths... My bloody work makes us all wear dress clothing, women wear skirts, and men wear pants blah blah blah, bunch of bull if you ask me." her tone was annoyed and angry she than stopped herself realizing she was venting about it to someone she just met that she hadn't seen in a while. "Why did I just got on a rant about my job with her? I never talk about or rant bout stuff to people. Why am I so open with her?" Toni wondered to herself. She kept an eye on the time so she would not be late back to that awful job she hated. She still had time though to fool around and talk.

(OOC: Outfit in picture is what she wears in the memory flashback. In current time she is wearing dress clothing...

Sorry for it being a bit short.)

[Disco Skyee]

xxxxxxxI COULD TAKE STEPS ON THIS MOON AND THAT CLOUD
xxxxLOOK ★{ AT MY⋮BREATH
xx◞● and still feel ▪▪ the warm out ♥
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthis isn't about seasons or about rhyme and reasons
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It was early, to early. Light was barley peaking through the windows of the small apartment. Underneath the mass of blankets which lay on a large bed was the one and only, Lea Rizzo. It would be a nice story if I told you that she had gotten a wonderful nights rest and was waking up this early to head over to her work or something else importent, but that is all s**t. She got little to no sleep last night due to the fact she was partying the night before, not a very smart idea. And the fact that she was waking up just to go to community service for some s**t that she didn't even remember doing wasn't really working for her either. However, what got her out of bed was not the alarm, but the soft meow of her little kitten Gus who made his way to her pillow and maneuvered the sheets to get under them and in no time he was rubbing her soft furry skin against the young girls face. With a groan, Lea opened her bright eyes and gave the little kitten a soft kiss on its head. Picking him up she cradled him in her arms as they walked across the small empty bedroom and into the hall. Sleepily she walked into the kitchen and put Gus on the tile. Watching as he walked over to his little water bowl.

Deciding that she better get ready, she made her way to the bathroom. Stripping off her nighty clothes she tossed them to the floor as she stepped into the hot shower and washed off all of the shinanigans from last night. The warmth felt amazing on her skin. Once she was all shiny and new she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her raven hair in a soft cotton towel as well as her body. After securing the towel she leaned over the sink and brushed her teeth, followed by flossing, and rinsing with mouth wash. She would of stayed in the bathroom to finish her hair and makeup, but the steam was making it hard to breathe. So, she grabbed her blow dryer and straightener as well as her makeup bag and walked out of the bathroom. Stepping into the hall she grinned as she noticed Gus running towards her. Making her way back to her bedroom she giggled at the little one following just behind her. Once they were both inside she shut the door and turned on the radio dancing and singing to one of the lame hit songs on one of the pop stations she began really getting ready.

Starting with her makeup she layed out all of the products infront of her. She wasn't very much a of makeup person, but she liked looking good and today seemed like a day she needed to look good. Picking up her primer she spreaded it evenly throughout her face. Next she applied her foundation evenly blended to make it look natural. Then she put on some concealer where se need it, mainly under her eyes, since she was not one to sleep a lot. Finishing off her face she sprinkled a little pouder around. Grinning at her artwork she began to work on giving herself the cat eye look with a little bit of silver and white at the ends and of course the mascara. She finished it all off with a beautiful shade of red lipstick. Once her face was painted all pretty, she let her wet hair fall out of the towel. Running a bush though it she brushed out all of the tangles and then plugged in the blow dryer. About fifteen minutes later her hair was all dry and silky. Next she plugged in the straightener to heat up as she stood to get dressed. Walking over to her closet she grabbed the set of clothes that she had set out for herself the night before. Quickly she pulled on a underwear and bra set. Once the necessary items were on she pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a vintage Pink Floyd tee that fit her just right. She wore it off the shoulder and it showed a bit of her toned stomach. She completed the outfit with a pair of her favorite heeled boots and a few pieces of jewelry including her favorite rings. Once she was dressed she sat down in-front of her mirror and began straightening her hair as Gus cuddled in her lap.

Once her hair was straightened to perfection and she looked flawless she picked up little Gus and walked into the living-room to place him in his little bed. Doing a once over of the house to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything, she grabbed her keys and phone. She quickly tossed them inside a little backpack along with her camera, wallet, and her hideousness orange jumpsuit that was required for the service. Escaping the apartment she locked the door behind her and walked down the stairs to the parking-lot. The apartments weren't too fancy, but they weren't that bad either. It was what she could afford and since she lived alone, she didn't need it to be all that. Plus, it gave her a lot more money to go out to shop and all that s**t, you know the deal. Anyways, she had all she needed, her most prized possession (other than her guitar and her camera), her jeep. Grinning she opened the door and slipped behind the wheel. Turning the car on she blasted the radio as she pulled out of the parking-lot to head to the community center to start her community service, bullshit. As she grew closer and closer to the place her smile faded. She didn't want to be here right now, she wanted to go home and cuddle in her bed. Not be ******** ordered around by some low-life probation worker.

Slowly she came up to the building and pulled into the small parking-lot. This place looked like death. Maybe it was because it was a hospital, they always freaked her out, but mostly because she hated it. Letting out a heavy sigh, she turned off the car. Once out she decided to lean against it and smoke a cigarette before walking inside. Lighting it up in a quick gesture she happened to glace over and notice a very familiar camero. Hesitantly she decided to walk over. Spotting Ham in the window she couldn't help but smile. After all she used to be in love with him. Grinning she took a puff of the white stick of death as she leaned down to the window. "Please tell me your not just stalking me." She was joking of course, letting out a little laugh she finished off her smoke and tossed it to the ground. "See you inside." she told him as she pointed to the building. Knowing that he would be inside soon on the account that he was wearing the ugly jumpsuit as well. Dreading putting it on, she decided on waiting for someone to tell her to put it on. Laughing at the thought she made her way inside the building. Everyone seemed to be in the cafe, so that's where she went. Of course she didn't want to communicate with any of them so she sat at a table in silence and put on her headphones.

( outfit. )hiddenshit ( song.)

[silly_little_game]

ELLIANA CECILLE MADRID--------------

→ villain ̚

DON'T YOU DARE LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW
DARLING EVERYTHING'S ON FIRE
THE WAR OUTSIDE OUR DOOR KEEPS RAGING ON
HOLD ON TO THIS LULLABY, EVEN WHEN THE MUSIC'S GONE

Elliana Madrid lay in her bed, staring blankly at a crack in her ceiling. She had been woken up by her alarm clock and was now trying to kill as much time as possible. Today was her first day of community service, and she was determined to be late. Elle was certain that this community would be the most boring few days of her life. The only thing that might make it bearable was that there might be some hot guys there too. Oh, and her best friend, Vi would also be at her side. So it wouldn't totally suck. But she could definitely think of better things to do.

Elle rolled over and, swinging her legs off her twin bed, shoved her feet into her slippers. Standing up, her vision went black for a moment as her blood rushed down to her feet. She shuffled over to the bathroom and washed her face, putting in her contacts. Elle blinked a few times and waited for her vision to get back into focus. When she could see properly, shewent back to her room and changed into the first things in her drawers. Of course, it consisted of a crop top and sweatpants. Somethingn that showed off her tattoos. And she put in her earrings, the usual - a cuff, her insustrial, and some studs in her cartalige and regular piercings. It wasn't really like anyone would see any of it anyway. Because for community service, she had to wear that hideous orange jumpsuit, so everyone could identify her as a criminal. Though the jumpsuit was ugly, she sort of liked feeling all bada**. It was pretty cool.

Elle's apartment was fairly nice, as she came from a rich family. Not multimillionares, but her mom made enough to support her. She had a bedroom, a main room, and a kitchenette, which was nicer than a lot of people had here in NYC. But Elle couldn't care less how big her apartment was, as long as it was big enough for her snake tank. Her beloved ball python, Oliver. She had gotten him for her 12th birthday from her brother, Tony, who knew she loved reptiles. Elle lifted Ollie out of the tank and wrapped him around her shoulders, going to the kitchen to get his mice out of the fridge.

Once Oliver was fed, Elle continued on her routine, doing her makeup as usual. The heavy black eyeliner, false lashes, and nude lipgloss. She went for big and bold when it came to makeup. It drove her mom crazy, who favored a more natural look. But Elle didn't usually take advice from her mother. As soon as she could, Elle had moved out of her mom's house and went far away. Her mom had a new boyfriend every month, something that she and her mother had in common. However, this annoyed Elle a surprising amount, even though she acted very much the same, always flirting, paying no attention to the definition of commitment.

Elle grabbed her jumpsuit and stuffed it into her backpack, and slipped into her sneakers. The hospital she would have to work at was a long way away, so she grabbed her car keys and exited the apartment. Since she lived on the ninth floor, she opted for the stairs because the elevator was surprisingly packed. When she emerged onto the crowded streets, she quickly located her car and jumped in, starting it with ease.

Her red Jeep Wrangler was her everything. Even Oliver was a close second when it came to her car. If anything were to happen to it, Elle would flip out on anything and everything. Elle drove carelessly and quickly to the hospital, hoping that everyone would have already started on their work. Of course, they were all still waiting outside of the hospital. She spotted, Vi, and made her way over to her best friend. She was with Pistol, some kid she was okay with. Elle couldn't remember really talking to the guy.

"Hello love," Elle chirped in her English accent, coming up from behind Vi. "Ready for a day of complete s***?" Elle was busted for underage drinking, something she was completely embarrased about. It wasn't the fact that she was drinking, she had done that loads of times. It was the fact that she had gotten caught. She had been careless. The cop had seen her, obviously drunk, and since she wasn't with anyone, she hadn't had the common sense to keep it on the down low. So, of course, he arrested her when she puked on him. God, that was embarrasing. Her brother had to come pick her up. And she was assigned with community service.


{{ ooc :: outfit in the middle icon. sorry this post is sorta sucky }}

JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES, THE SUN IS GOING DOWN
YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT, NO ONE CAN HURT YOU NOW
COME MORNING LIGHT
YOU AND I'LL BE SAFE AND SOUND
emptyspaceemptyspaceempty

[Disco Skyee]

xxxxxi wanna ★(____ party let's get drunk
xxxxxI`M GONNA GRAB ANOTHER CUP AND LET`S SMOKE ANOTHER BLUNT
xxxxxI`M GONNA GRAB ANOTHER CUP AND LET`S SMOKE ANOTHER BLUNT
xxxx♚we ain't »!&stoppin never .stoppin
xxxx▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌



Damn, this girl was something else. She responded to him quickly,she was a keeper for sure. Laughing a bit at the comment about there being more pretty girls there he added a smart, "Only got eyes for the perfect angel." It was corny without-a-doubt, but it made people smile and that was the point. He got the hint quickly that she and this blonde girl didn't much like each other. Putting the fact in the back of his head, he decided that he would ask her about it later. And when she offered up a smoke, he couldn't object. Letting her drag him outside, he smiled softly. He liked this girl, but he would never admit it. He wasn't good enough for her and everyone knew it. Grabbing the smoke she was offering to him he pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit it taking a deep inhale of the gaseous smoke. Leaning against the building he looked over and Vi, she was beautiful, no one would say other wise, but there was just something about her. They were quiet for a bit, which was rare for him, but it felt right. No one wanted to be here, it was a shame they would have to be.

It was when she pulled the ugly orange jumpsuit out and held it in front of her displeased face that he realized he had left his. [********] his mind began to scramble wondering what he would have to do if he wasn't wearing his. They were most likely going to yell at him and with his luck, give him more hours. He would of been bugging about this until they said something if it wasn't for Vi distracting him. He smiled as she pulled her shirt over her head. Oh yeah, maybe that's what it was he liked about her. Laughing a bit he put the cigarette between his lips and tightened them so it wouldn't fall out. Then, he took slow steps closer to her so he could help her button the jumpsuit. With the two of them buttoning, it was done in no time and the girl slipped back in to her shoes. "So, let me guess. Your here because you loved the outfit?" He asked her as he adjusted his hat on his head. "I have got to say, it would look like s**t on anyone else, but it looks pretty damn good on you." He finished his sentence with a wink and a small laugh.

Her next sentence brought him back to his thought from before, his jumpsuit problem. "Thats a good question. Wanna come with me and see if they have any extra's in the locker room?" he asked her and then spotted a map of the hospital on the wall before the entrance. Nodding in its direction he walked over and spotted the locker room on the very bottom floor. Making his way back over to Vi he held his hand out for her to take it. He needed to go fast, if they had any so he could be saved from the wrath. "Come on, love. You can tell me the story of how someone as pretty as you ended up here with the big bad criminals." Of course, he would have to save his story for another day. Not because he didn't understand what had happened, but because he didn't want to be reminded of that night any more than he already was. Just as he was about to pull her to leave another girl walked over, she was attractive as well, but nothing compared to Vi, god what was wrong with him. He nodded a hello to the girl, but still anxious to go find a jumpsuit.


ooc: (outfit)

s**t this is short, sorry...

[xMissionExterminatex]

xxxxxxxxxxxxx


Chewing his green apple Jelly Baby, Wolfe continued to walk down the streets towards the corner store. As his sapphires were downcast from his head hanging, he watched every step he took on the side walk. A lot of times Wolfe couldn't even look into the eyes of people passing him, this was even before he had his powers. He was one of those guys that believed the eyes were the window to the soul and damn it he was right. Every time the loner looked into someone's eyes now it was like being hit in the face with... well that would depend on the person. Before his power came to surface after the storm, looking into someone orbs would tell him so much about a person. He always questioned whether what they said was really how they felt about whatever subject he was forced to endure during conversation. Wolfe hated talking to people sometimes.. Liars and manipulators were what humanity had to offer.. That was ******** up.

He could now feel everything, every possible human emotion within a person. Wolfe felt as though he were prying a lot of the time and that notion was not incorrect, but it was no longer in his control. The sense got stronger when he looked into the eyes, its always the eyes.. but not even downcast he could feel the worry of a mother as she passed him, the anger of a construction man across the street, the hormones raging in an alleyway Wolfe desided to avoid by going around a car that was parked on the sidewalk. New York was a busy place full of people and full of emotions. It took a lot of energy for Wolfe to try and ignore it. His jaw tense, the lone Wolfe walked into the corner store with a small jingle following him.

"Hey kiddo~" an older blond woman said across the store to him. This was Caroline, she is such a lovely person and Wolfe gave her a genuine grin with long lips. As he approached the desk, there was no one else in line, the strawberry blond woman gave him a little wink and put a pack of Camel Blues on the counter, "They'll kill ya honey."
This raised a little chuckle in his chest as he towered over the woman. "Thank you Caroline, I'm glad you're looking and feeling happy today," he said in his deep yet shy voice and 6 bucks in front of her.
"Thank you for taking a notice my darling, taking a walk to the park?"
"Don't I always?"
"Take care of yourself Wolfe, what with the storm the other day I don't want you catching your death out there," she said and placed a hand on his as he went for the pack. Wolfe could feel her concern for him was genuine through the touch and the light in her misty blue eyes.
"I will, don't you worry," he said and grinned again with a little wave as he turned and walked back into the streets.

Wolfe stopped at a cross walk and waited for the light to change as he clapped the pack against his wrist then unwrapped it. Plastic in the trash, Wolfe took a cancer stick and put it between his lips. With a deep inhale, Wolfe had taken out a pink lighter he had gotten earlier that week and lit the stick. As the nicotine hit his lung, a wave of relaxation came over him and the light changed. To Central Park, Wolfe's destination was only a few blocks away.

[Shameless Punk]

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The whole community service thing slipped his mind, but again, he wasn't in a rush to be in there anyway's. The cigarette was long gone, and as of now, he was just breathing in fume's of the cigarette and the Green sour he smoked a little while ago. His eyes were bloodshot, his body already in the effect's of the intoxication's, even the cigarette didn't limited it out like it was suppose to. It felt like he didn't just smoke a cigarette at all, which was weird. Maybe he got too carried away with the bowl ? Well, now it's too late to go back now, he's was baked. The real thing he needed to worry about is being caught at community service baked. He promised his P.O that he'd act right, meaning not make him regret getting him into the community service in the first place. Again, HAM didn't have the best rep, and him getting community service alone was a blessing since all the judge wanted him to do was sleep in a square box so he could learn how to be " civilized ", though his P.O kissed a** and praise the boy in front of the court, basically saving his a** from meeting big bob and joe in the pin. He his self was starting to realized that he couldn't keep getting into s**t anymore, he wasn't a minor, it wasn't that he'd get the choice of camp or some time in the hall's which wasn't really s**t to him, they were going to sent him to jail, not some bullshit camp.

Soon enough though, he's little reality check trance was interrupted by a familiar voice. Turning his body to see the oh so gorgeous Lee standing in his window sight, he smiled. Of course, now all his focus was in on her and instead of walking into this place high. Of course also, it changed the fact rather he wanted to go inside or not. Now that she was her, hell yeah he was going inside. He turned his engine off soon as she said she'd meet him inside. " Right behind you," He said to his self as he patted his self down for his thing's. His phone, his key's, his cigarette's, everything else stayed in the car. He unlocked the door, but soon forgetting the most important thing he needed at this moment, his sunglasses.Reaching to grab them in glove department to grab them, he slipped out of his car and made sure it was locked, making his way inside. The boy had his jumpsuit on already, just the arm's. He knew that he was going to have to put it on when it came to working, but for now, he was going to be comfortable. It felt like he was wearing a big orange blanket, at the same time, all he had to do was get this s**t over with so he could take it off.

His Ray Ban's hugged against his faced, he walked into the Cafe, noticing he wasn't the only one that made it here. Actually, most of the people in here, he knew. That was always a good thing, he already had friend's here, so no need to make some. To make thing's even better, his future wife/baby mother of five was sitting at a table, just waiting for him. Okay, most likely, that last part wasn't wasn't true, but she was still his future wife/baby mother of five. Though, before he could say anything, his lung's forced him to cough, letting out of of the toxic air that were surrounding them at the moment. After he caught his breath, he walked over to the first little group, " Look at all you troublemaker's." he said with a stern voice, but really, he was just ******** with him. Most of the time, he was here anyway's, painting wall's, cleaning street's, because again, he was a troublemaker. No, scratch that, he was just a total hoodlum period." It's people like you guy's that make's it hard on the pig's to have their moment of coffee and doughnut's." He had to hold his self from laughing at his self, but he let out a small smile, looking at all the people he was stuck with for some hour's.

His eyes laid on Madeline, which by then, his smile got a little wider. " Okay, why the hell are you here ? " He couldn't believe it his self, which made him chuckle a bit. "Look's as though you lost Madeline, the mall is that way. " The word of the day for HAM is jackass, and he was going to spell it out on everyone. He just had to, because obviously, this are not the usually criminal's you see everyday. Then he took his eye's to his friend's, Vi and Pistol. Now, of course,it's not the first time he seen these two in here, just like having the gang together, expect on punishment. He nudged Pistol and gave Vi a little hug, " Okay, you two are in the right place." He smiled, then looked up at Elli and gave her a hug too, just because. He didn't know her that well, but a friend of Vi's is a friend of his too. Now time to go mess with Lea, he departed from the group and made his self to the table where Lea sat. Of course, he really wanted to know why she was here. " I think it's you who's stalking me. " He walked up behind her, taking a seat on the oppisite side of the table.

Just being around her made him remember good time's. Believe it or not, he stayed out of more trouble with her than any other girl. Though, they actually took their relationship to a level, they use to share a bed and home, which she still has. She was actually the only girl he's every really said I love you to and meant it and who could actually put him in check when he needed it, other than his mother, of course. " Your in my line of fire, community service and parole office's, doesn't it smell so good in the morning ? " he joked, though another violet cough came from him before he could get the whole enjoyment of it. Catching his self again, he smiled, " So really, what the hell are you doing here ? Stole a piece a candy, Jay walked to your car, miss the trashcan when you were trying to throw your gum wrapper away ?"


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