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 Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:42 pm
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x ℑntroduction An original xxx geekie Production
Literate to Advanced Literate Yoai role play
Pictures edited on photobucket.com
Coding by xxx geekie
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:44 pm
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xStory Christmas time is a time for happiness, joy, sharing, giving and receiving gifts. It is also a time for love like any other holiday and this goes for everybody right? Even the boys who are falling in love with other boy are right? Well six boys believe that they have the right to be loved on Christmas after all if they can't get it from their family who disowns them for being the way they are then who else are they going to get it from. So in a last attempt these six different boys write a letter to Santa Clause asking for one thing for Christmas, Love. Have these six boys been good enough to get what they asked for or will they remain single and get a 'lump of Cole' in there stocking?
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:47 pm
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xℜu𝔩εs Yes my rules are going to be in a paragraph. First thing is first, this is a Yaoi boy on boy role play. Don't like it leave. Secondly this is a literate to advanced role play, that means when posting you do not use *for actions* and please use "For talking" in bold along with your own posting color and for thinking use italics and color. Make your posts Five to Six paragraphs long. Six paragraphs for introduction posts [longer will be loved]. Oh and by the way a paragraph has five sentences in it, so I expect five sentences in each paragraph. do not chat speak. I despise one liners if you are the kind of person who does that I don't want you in my role play. I understand writers block but you can still muster up four paragraphs and I don't want it to be a recurring thing. I have dyslexia, so my grammar may not be the best but I use it to the best of my abilities, I suggest you do the same thing . Now onto profiles, fill them out in the first person because I love profiles to be in the first person. Please role play in the third person. Do not change my skeletons they take a long time to make and it is rude to change skeleton's. No Anime, avatar's, celebrities or signatures for your picture use instead real pictures from vampire freaks , myspace, friendster, photo bucket, modelmayhem, or deviantart. Now pay close attention there will be two skeletons one will be for reservations and the other will be for profiles. Reservation title and code will be in one post. Profile title and code will be in the post after that. IF THERE IS NO TITLE I WILL IGNORE IT. Romance is encouraged but you cyber on my thread and your are out; this is your warning. When it gets to that point just skip and keep going. Fighting is encouraged just don't kill anyone. I adore Drama so keep this role play filled with it. I would like this role play to be a long term role play, so don't join if you are not going to post, and I want you to post least one to two posts a day. After I accept you I will give you two days to post. If you have not posted by then I will open your spot. Harsh? maybe but I am tired of people wasting my time. When talking out of character I prefer you use the (()) [] [ooc][/ooc] 00c: for out of character talking. Also I love pretty posts, picture of your character headers icons etc....Make sure you use a read able color and readable size, 9-11 font please and you can use bigger for headers and such. Onto cursing well, just don't take it over board which means not every other word got it?. Oh Have fun! Just a side note; I will only hold reservations for one day unless you have a GREAT EXCUSE. SEND RESERVATIONS BEFORE SENDING PROFILES
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:49 pm
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xℜεsεrvαtion ғormαt Hello, I am User Name. I would like to take part in your role play as Role. I would like my character's name to be First, Middle, and Last . I will be using Color for talking and thinking.[center][img]http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s42/Hesterbabi/Icons/blank_icon-1.jpg[/img][/center]
[size=10]Hello, I am [u]User Name[/u]. I would like to take part in your role play as [u]Role[/u]. I would like my character's name to be [u]First, Middle, and Last[/u] . I will be using [u] Color [/u] for talking and thinking.[/size] Title: Snowball fight
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:52 pm
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xProfi𝔩ε ғormαt
FIRST NAMExxxMIDDLE NAMExxxLAST NAME extra pictures linked in a quote, saying, or lyricsROLE
You may call me xxxxx NICKNAMES
I have been around for xxxxx AGE years
Add another candle on xxxxx BIRTHDAY, DAY/MONTH, SPELLED OUT
It just happens I am xxxxx WITTY GENDER
And I happen to chase xxxxx WITTY GENDER
I guess that makes me xxxxx CLEVER SEXUALITY
Please don't tell but I like xxxxx CRUSH
My theme song is xxxxx YOUTUBE URL, ARTIST, TITLE
If you cut me, I bleed xxxxx POSTINGCOLOR
Last but not least, my puppet master is xxxxx USERNAME
My favorites are . . .
5+ LIKES, BULLETED
But I hate . . .
5+ DISLIKES, BULLETED
It all started when . . .
BIOGRAPHY, FIVE OR MORE PARAGRAPHS
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[size=25][color=anycolor]ROLE[/color][/size]
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[size=14][color=anycolor]You may call me[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]NICKNAMES[/color]
[color=anycolor]I have been around for[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]AGE[/color] [color=anycolor]years[/color]
[color=anycolor]Add another candle on[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]BIRTHDAY, DAY/MONTH, SPELLED OUT[/color]
[color=anycolor]It just happens I am[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]WITTY GENDER[/color]
[color=anycolor]And I happen to chase[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]WITTY GENDER[/color]
[color=anycolor]I guess that makes me[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]CLEVER SEXUALITY[/color]
[color=anycolor]Please don't tell but I like[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]CRUSH[/color]
[color=anycolor]My theme song is[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]YOUTUBE URL, ARTIST, TITLE[/color]
[color=anycolor]If you cut me, I bleed[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]POSTINGCOLOR[/color]
[color=anycolor]Last but not least, my puppet master is[/color] [color=white]xxxxx[/color] [color=postingcolor]USERNAME[/color]
[color=anycolor]My favorites are . . .[/color]
[color=postingcolor]5+ LIKES, BULLETED[/color]
[color=anycolor]But I hate . . . [/color]
[color=postingcolor]5+ DISLIKES, BULLETED[/color]
[color=anycolor]It all started when . . .[/size][/color]
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Title: Winter wonderland
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:53 pm
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xℜε𝔩α𝔱ionships Kiss me under the mistletoe has had sex with rocking around the Christmas tree. Dated Mr. Naughty. Is friends with Mr. Nice. Wants to get to know silent night. Barley knows who Rudolph the red nose reindeer is.
Silent night is picked on by Mr. Naughty. Has been hit on by rocking around the Christmas tree. Mr. Nice is his best friend. Is too shy to talk to talk to kiss me under the mistletoe. Avoids Rudolph the red nose reindeer.
Mr. Naughty has dated kiss me under the mistletoe. Is interested in rocking around the Christmas tree. Picks on Silent night and Mr. Nice. Bullies Rudolph the red nose reindeer.
Mr. Nice is friends with Kiss me under the mistletoe. Best friends with Silent night. Despises Mr. Naughty. Has turned down rocking around the Christmas tree. Feels sorry for Rudolph the red nose reindeer.
Rocking around the Christmas tree has had sex with Kiss me under the mistletoe. Is interested in Mr. Naughty. Has been turned down by Mr. Nice. Hits on Silent night. Uses Rudolph the red nose reindeer for sex when ever he feels like it.
Rudolph the red nose reindeer barley knows Kiss me under the mistletoe. Is avoided by Silent night. Is bullied by Mr. Naughty. Is interested in Mr. Nice. Is used for sex by rocking around the Christmas tree.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 11:17 pm
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xSε𝔱𝔱ing Month:
January .x. February .x. March x. April .x. May .x. June .x. July .x. August .x. September .x. October.x. November.x. December .x.
Date:
1.x. 2 .x. 3 .x. 4 .x. 5 .x. 6 .x. 7 .x. 8 .x. 9 .x. 10 .x. 11 .x. 12 .x. 13 .x. 14 .x. 15 .x. 16 .x. 17 .x. 18 .x. 19 .x. 20 .x. 21 .x. 22 .x. 23 .x. 24 .x. 25 .x. 26 .x. 27 .x. 28 .x. 29 .x. 30 .x. 31
Day:
Monday .x. Tuesday.x. Wednesday .x. Thursday .x. Friday .x. Saturday .x. Sunday .x.
Time:
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12
00 / 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17/ 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 /30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 35 / 36 / 37 / 38 / 39 / 40 / 41 / 42 / 43 / 44 / 45 / 46 / 47 / 48 / 49 / 50 / 51 / 52 / 53 / 54 / 55 / 56 / 57 / 58 / 59 /60
Am // PM
Weather:
Cold / Stormy / Snowing / Hot / Windy / Warm / Mild / Perfect / Chilly / Sunny/ Rainy
It is Thursday afternoon, only a few more days until Christmas.
Anything could happen such as...
Maybe running into someone you can invite to the Christmas party that is happening in town square on Christmas eve?
Or even running into someone that you might not like.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 9:50 am
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xOpεn So join and begin posting : )
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 7:02 pm
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x ♡Ashεr Jαmεs Mαckεnly♡ Rudolph thε rεd nosε rεindεεr
So far, so good. Asher Mackenly had managed to take a shower and get ready before she woke up.
Now it was making it out the front door without kicking or tripping over one of the bottles that cluttered the floor.
Which was easier then said than done, by far.
Asher was expected to keep the house clean, he honestly tried his best but once she started drinking
it didn't matter how many hours he had slaved away to clean, it would be a mess in the morning,
just like it was now. It had been awhile since
Ash prayed and there he was, praying that he wouldn't make a sound. It was rather childish of him to do so,
fixing the heavy jacket over his small frame,
Ash made his way through the cluttered living room. Stepping carefully over the empty alcohol bottles and beer cans.
A snore that came from the couch made the youth jump, turning to look at the couch. Ash sighed, closing his eyes
breathing out glad that he had not awoken the b***h.
Turning around too quickly, the small blond slipped on the side of a glass bottle falling to the ground cursing
the beer cans that lay under him. Ash placed his hands on
the floor, cursing under his breath.
Before Asher made it to his feet the back of a bottle hit
the side of his head sending him back on to the ground. Looking back he saw that the b***h was awake.
Wiping the blood from his eyebrow Ash stood to his feet
his eyes narrowed at the women that he called his mom.
" Can’t I get a little sleep for once? " she demanded, her own blonde hair stuck up in places that made her look
like she had some pretty rough sex and at the same time was the prime example of the queen of the rats in the trailer park.
" All you ever do is sleep, hell if you could
you would drink and sleep at the same time "
Asher snapped back somehow gathering the courage to
talk back to her. For a moment the b***h seemed to be
shocked by what he had said, her jaw had dropped open
and fury suddenly sparked in her blue eyes.
" How dare you speak to me like that you little f*****t! "
she screamed lunging across the room driving her nails into Ash's arms that he threw in front of his face to protect
himself.
Asher pushed his mom off of him she hit the ground
landing on some of the bottles and cans that littered the
floor. Without caring to check to see if she was hurt
Ash ran to the door, knowing that if he did not get out now
things would get worse fast and after awhile it didn't matter
if he tried to fight back. In the end the b***h would win by
bringing in one of her toys to teach Asher a lesson about
respecting his mother.
"No wonder Dad left you"
Asher yelled slamming the door behind him as she screamed
something back at him. Ash wiped at the blood above his
eye brow again.
Zipping up the large warm parka the small blond walked out
into the snow, he had no idea how he had managed to get
away with what had just happened. Even more freaked out
that she had even took notice of him. The small beautiful
snowflakes drifted down from above Asher gathering in his
hair. Where could he go? He really did not have any friends
he could go hang out with. The result of being the son of
the town crack whored drunk, who himself acted like he was
five.
Ash headed down the sidewalks stuffing his hands into his
pockets figuring he might as well just head to the mall and
hang out there for awhile. Then when he became bored he
would probably head for the park to swing.
Hopefully he would not run into the jocks that picked on him
or worse Devin...no worse then that rocking
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 12:40 am
 DevinxxxNicolasxxxKovaldxxx
A rather unflattering sound was emitted as the boy blew air through his lips, a grimace taking over his features after letting out a large yawn. Why he was up at that un-Godly hour was anyone's guess but he simply couldn't sit still. What day was it? They all seemed to run together since he'd gotten out of school and not even his job could set him straight. Straight. He chuckled, leaning over the back of the chair, tipping it on its back two legs as a satisfying crack came from his spine.
"That's disgusting."
Devin tilted his head back even more to see an upside-down woman in the doorway, holding a pile of clothes and a fresh towel.
"It relieves the stress; gotta get those gases out of my joints somehow."
The woman rolled her eyes and set them back on him. "I'm going to take a shower. You need in?"
Swiftly and silently he shook his head until long after she'd left, the familiar sput-sput-sputtering of the shower heard from down the hall.
Another yawn escaped him as he put the chair back on all fours, finishing up the joint relieving with his knuckles before getting up and pacing around a bit before ending up in the kitchen and staring at the fridge.
"And He said let there be yogurt and bacon," Devin jerked open the door and sighed after shuffling through draws, "And He could only muster up some leftover french toast."
Reluctantly, the teen gathered a few more things to go with the leftovers and settled down for breakfast after heating up the pieces of bread and drowning them in syrup. The only thing that was missing was coffee and, his mom being a health nut and slightly paranoid, there was none in the home. Ever. Well, it seemed Devin knew his first errand of the day and after dumping his dishes in the sink and running warm water over them he left, shoving his wallet and keys into his jacket pockets.
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It was another ten minutes before Devin rolled into a parking spot outside the mall. The only coffee he could stand was a rather horribly situated shop right across from the gigantic parking lot; it was amazing the place was still in business. It was a short walk from the car to his destination, just one crosswalk kept him from the intoxicating scent of fresh coffee.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 5:26 am
||xxchristopher мiles נohnstonxx|| •мr. ηice•
♥
At six o'clock sharp Christopher was awoken by his natural inner clock. He didn't need an alarm when his body set itself and was prepared for the next day long before any one else in the house. Not like there would be anymore than three people in the house at a time. Himself, his aunt and whenever his cousin would come home for the weekend from college. She mostly only came home for Chris to cook and do laundry for her. But, hey. They bonded and had fun. Whenever the busy-bee wasn't working. The brunette had gotten himself showered and dressed neatly by quarter to seven. At this time he started going around the house quietly and fixing little messes of things. It had to be neat for their soon visitors. It was that time of year when Chris would have his parents come over for a few hours. Not long but, the moment they would walk in the door the heat lights of judgment shone down on him.
A small chill went down the practically adult's spine as he shut a window that was left open in the night. Shutting it, he looked to the clock on the wall. It read nine o'clock which meant the ladies of the house were groggily getting out of bed. Making his way to the kitchen he smiled to himself. The male loved early mornings where he could make someone's day by cooking for them. Since he was feeling extra good at the moment, Chris made a large meal. It consisted of vegetarian breakfast sausage, scrambled and poached eggs, crispy toast and some diced fruit. All with some fruit juice he just mixed from the can.
His cousin dragged herself to the kitchen first, showered and partially dressed in sweat pants and a sweater. With a yawn she pulled herself out a chair at the counter and dipped her chin down to it, "Morning Chris. Expecting half the city?" She asked him jokingly with tiredness in her voice. "Just all the girls who can't cook. And good morning to you too." He replied, returning the joke and starting to serve some food onto her plate. She rolled her eyes and started to stab her fork at the food then bringing it to her lips and chewing it with enjoyment.
The next to arrive was his aunt. She walked in already cleaned up and dressed, ready to go shopping with her friends. But first, she plopped onto a chair and accepted the food given to her. "This is a lovely spread dear." She smiled to him as he grinned, "Make sure you eat some though." Chris scooped up a sausage and a piece of toast onto a napkin and took a bite. They all ate and chatted about their for the day, a morning ritual to them. His aunt reminded them of her shopping trip which meant she'd be gone most of the day in the next town over. His cousin was going to a friend's house and plan figure out who they were going to bring to the Christmas party. Chris nodded. listening to then and swallowed his mouthful when it was his turn. "I might just head over to the mall in town. Pick up my secret Santa gifts for my co-workers." The male smiled to his family giving him a small chorus of 'awwh.'
As he finished up his food, he brushed himself off then took all their empty plates. "Oh no you don't!" His cousin intercepted him, taking back the plates, "We're going to eat some more, then clean the dishes our selves." He looked between them as his aunt nodded. "You've been working to hard. Go do something for yourself." With a flattered blush he gave his cousin a small hug then let go, "Thank you... both of you..." He said to them, grabbing his coat and wallet from the hook, "I promise that I'll make you the best feast on Christmas!" With a chuckle of approval from them, Chris headed out the door in the direction of the mall with confidence in his step.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 9:42 pm
Alexander Asher Mr. Silent Night
The snow crunched under the weight of the heavy boots as they trudged through the fresh powder. Every inch of skin was covered by thick dark blue jeans or a dark black hoodie. Except for the pale white hands that held a book so tenderly as his dark brown eyes danced across the page absorbing every word that went past. It had been an hour since he slipped from his home – where two parents slept in angered bliss. They were not ones to simply say good morning and how are you. No they liked to pick at every action he made, tear him down until he was nothing but the few actions they hated. It was safer just to leave at the crack of dawn and hide out on the school grounds or maybe the park until he had to go to work or the library opened…. Which had been opening later and later because of the weather.
A low sigh left his lips, creating a puff of breath that traveled past his eyes and up into the sky where it disappeared into the morning air. He was at the large gate of the park, shifting the bag from one shoulder to the next as he walked into the deserted park, head looking at the path he was to take to the bench that he sat at nearly every day. Sure this was a rather odd place to go daily – in nearly freezing temperatures- but this was his escape. And he didn’t always do the same thing. Sometimes he drew what he wished to see, maybe he drew what he saw, there was always the days that he just sat and people watched trying to forget everything that was happening around him – but on those days he was often trying to hide a new bruise or pain that lingered on his body from the morning or even the night before.
Shaking the thought from his mind he closed the book and placed it into his pocket, slowing to a stop he shifted his bag once again and grabbed the branches of the tree before hoisting himself not onto the tree but onto the cement stand that the tree had grown into. Rocking his body slightly, his hand gripping onto the branch as his legs swung below him once…twice… then flew over the cement base. A gasp escaped him as his feet didn’t brace the landing and his backside took the blow. Hitting the white powder hard knocking the wind from his lungs. Instead of rising to regain composure he decided to lay there, his eyes staring up and the snow that slowly drifted from the abyss above. The strand of blue hair graced his brow while his lungs finally accepted the icy air once again. His eyes closed as his hands slipped into the hoodies pocket, touching the book but didn’t pull it out in fear of getting absorbed into the pages once again. Though when he read his books he felt like a part of something. Out in the open he was just another wall flower, one that couldn’t talk to anyone unless forced to – not because he didn’t want to, it was because he froze every time someone got close to him… especially if it was someone who he was fond of. Talking to Asher was hard at first, it was even harder to keep talking once they actually started a conversation.
A smirk came to his lips. How he could ever hope to have something if he couldn’t start anything. That was started by his parents, and their need to show something to society – no matter the cost to him. He was taught that their needs were the only needs that were important. It was frustrating… and rather dampening on his social life. Sitting up he pushed the thought from his mind, looking over at the snow that was untouched his hand scooped balls and started setting them one ontop of another until a small rather crudely created snowman sat with him.
His only company.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:54 pm
ElliotxxxTerry xxxGates It was a sickly feeling; that feeling in the pit of hi stomach as he watched the white wasteland unfold before him. It wasn’t the fact that it was white, and cold, no he enjoyed that part of it. The part that made his stomach lurch was that feeling that time was slowing down. It felt like it had been hours sitting in the car, but in reality it had only been minutes, maybe even seconds. Elliot really couldn’t tell the difference. He was always horrible at telling time; today would be no different. In fact, it was only morning, but the day was well on its way to being afternoon instead. To him, it still felt like the night before. Tired and run down, the young brunette hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning without a fight. Of course it was a brief fight, more like a ‘throwing pillows at the door until the person trying to wake you up ******** off’ kind of fight. But seeing as the spat was between him and his oh so-intolerable sister; he was finally forced out of bed. Getting ready was the easy part of the day, it always was. It was the getting out of the bed part that was hard. But when the boy finally made his way out of bed and into the shower, it was heavenly. The best way to wake up in the morning in his opinion. A nice warm shower on a cold winter morning. Following up with morning routines of all kinds, Elliot ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where he met his mom who had broke the news to him.
Today, was Christmas shopping day.
He was born into a family of those kinds of people that were last minute shoppers. Always waiting until the last few days when there’s barely anything left on the shelves to go shopping. Elliot himself would have preferred it if his sister had taken him shopping maybe last month, even the month before. Any month other than December was a good month to go Christmas shopping. Any month. But of course, she would probably just give him some cash and make him do it all himself. Just like every other year; but this year he would promptly refuse and spar with her some more before she kicked his scrawny a** and made him do it anyway...just like every other year. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was doing it whether he wanted to or not. There really was no getting out of this. Sad. But true.
As far as he could tell, it took ten minutes to get from his house, to the mall on a normal day, but his sister was driving so damn slow because of “icy conditions” that it took twice as long. Elliot huffed and glared at the girl behind the wheel who, at that point in time, was singing along with some crappy band he’d never even heard before. The longer they drove, the more tempted he was the just do a barrel roll out of the car and run like hell. It’s not like she would chase after him, she was too scared of the snow. He only felt like doing it even more as she passed by the local park. And in that local park was none other than Alexander. Or at least, he thought it was him. He was lying down in the snow—that couldn’t have been comfortable—so it could have just been some other kid. But he lost his chance to do so when Nicole saw his hand on the handle of the car and pulled him back, automatically going off on a spiel of how she had better things to do that worry about her baby brother suicide dive bombing out of a moving vehicle. Trying to ignore her, he rolled down his window, letting in an icy blast of air and shivering, he sat up on his knees and cupped his hands over his mouth, trying to amplify his voice to the far off would-be Alexander. “Hey! Alex?” Of course the next thing he knew, he was getting choked by the window and had to pull his head back into the warmth of the car before his sister chopped it off none too gently.
It sucked because the brunette was always trying to talk to Alex, or…you know trying to get his attention somehow but his nose was always in a book, so he was probably off in la la land or just plain old ignoring him. Which didn’t sit well in Elliot’s books; which happened to be a whole hell of a lot different than Alex’s. Sitting his butt back on his seat, the boy pouted for a good five minutes before his sister pulled into the parking lot of the mall. Oh how he hated the mall during the holidays. But the good thing was there was always a fake Santa on every corner; sometimes you would maybe hear someone singing a Christmas carol. And he did enjoy those every once in a while. Christmas, in Elliot’s opinion, was the best time of year a month before it started, and was the worst time of year a five weeks later when there was only so many days left and everyone started getting bitchy and children started screaming in people’s ears because they didn’t get what they wanted.
Once they were parked and inside the mall however, Elliot found it to be a little less hectic than he had thought it would be. Though it was still half-hell to maneuver around all the busy Christmas time shoppers who also left their shopping to the last day, he was still finishing it fairly easy. There was even a few people he knew roaming around, so maybe, just maybe someone would drag him off and he wouldn’t have to spend the day with Nicole after all. Oh the joys…if only.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 10:07 pm
Alexander Asher Mr. Silent Night
The snow kept drifting around him as he tried to perfect his snowman – which was looking more and more like the blob with each brush of his hand. A pout brushed his lips as he looked away, debating on staying in his bed of snow or seeking refuge in a warmer place – such as the library, mall, if he had a friend he was close enough to he would go to their house. But seeing as the only ones he was really close to probably only knew him by his last name (seeing as that was what most people called him by) he was usually asked to hang because they thought he was someone else. Asher, and that wasn’t someone you wanted to be mistaken for. No matter how much he liked Asher, that guy was a seen as a black sheep, he was teased and ridiculed constantly. He was a sweet guy – someone that didn’t deserve to be treated that way. Rubbing his hands together trying to keep warm he leaned back into the snow, his heart was slow. Calm. It was enjoyable to sit in the cool… mainly because that was the only place he was truly safe. The bruises didn’t sting as much, and the painful words seem to freeze in the icy snow.
Just as he truly was comfortable in his frozen bed a voice broke the silence. His body stiffened as he sat up to look towards the street, a car drove by with a boy sticking his head out the window – hands cupped around his mouth as he yelled to Alex. Dark brown eyes watched as the boy pulled back into the car. With his hair in his face Alex couldn’t tell exactly who the boy was but the voice was familiar, and with the guy knowing his first name he must have been close enough to know a little about this silent and rather withdrawn teen.
Slowly he rose to his feet, dusting the powder from his pants and jacket as best he could before walking towards the direction that the car drove down. Hands rammed into the warm pockets of his pants while he walked with his head low trying to keep what little heat that was around his head in. Hair clinging to his face, blurring his vision as he bobbed through the trees, in this direction were rows of houses, the mall, a library, and a few random shops. There was a chance that Alex wouldn’t be able to find the car, but if he could he could still see who spoke to him – even if it was from afar. Finally the small fence that split the park from the street. Swinging his leg over he cleared it with ease, regaining his composure and walking ahead. He hadn’t seen the car turn so he was hoping that they were either at the mall or in one of the few lanes of houses that he could see down.
He started to look from left to right every time he passed a new opening or parking lot. Finally after a block and a half he spotted it. Sitting in the middle of the parking lot. Ok so he knew the boy was here… but in which store. What if he walked in and the boy walked out the other door… that would be extremely frustrating to him. Probably turn him off from following another again. So instead of moving he just leaned against the car awaiting for someone to come and either chase him off or tell him how they knew him. He felt the first one would the be right answer.
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