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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 6:08 pm
 WILD ➸ SIDEan awesome role play between ghoullia and slowtown.
don't post please and thanks.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 7:28 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXxxxxXXXXXXX XIXMXXXAXXXPXRXOXXXAXTXXXIXMXPXEXRXFXEXCXTXIXOXNXSX ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ❝ And I'm best friends with my doubt...❞XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Elizabeth brushed her hair as her dad's car AC blew softly in her face, a mainstream pop song playing through the speakers. It was the 9th week of school so Elizabeth and her dad had already formed a... strict routine. First, Elizabeth would wake up at exactly six o'clock, no later, no sooner. Her dad would wake up at the same time, quickly getting dressed and running out to his car so he could get breakfast for him and his daughter. While he did that, Elizabeth straightened her usually curly brown locks and did her makeup. By 7:30 her and her dad would be seated at the table eating breakfast while Elizabeth's mom snoozed on. They'd be out the door by 7:45 and Elizabeth at school by 8:00. School didn't start until 8:50 so Elizabeth was forced to go to tutorials she didn't need. She told her dad this almost every week but he simply told her: "I don't wanna hear it, Elizabeth. You're going."
Arguing with her own dad was completely useless. He was so strict and hard headed. Elizabeth loved him dearly but he was extremely pushy and bossy literally all the time. On the first week of school, Elizabeth tried making her own lunch (which wasn't much, just a sandwich, a bag of potato chips and a water) but was immediately shut down by her dad grabbing her lunch bag and hiding it.
"You're gonna lose this anyways, Elizabeth. I'll just bring you something later." He would say, usually with a scoff, annoying Elizabeth and her mother both.
As she was in class, her phone would buzz occasionally with a message from her dad. It would say 'How's school?' and she would reply with a 'Good.' only to receive 'Pay attention in class, Elizabeth. I'll take your phone away if you slack off.'
At lunch Elizabeth would walk to office to pick up her lunch. It was subway most days. To be fair, she appreciated her day getting out of work to get her fast food. It was probably the best thing he has done for her. At the end of the day Elizabeth would be out the door right as the bell rang. Her dad was always parked at the front curb of the school, obviously getting there early to get the spot. He would ask her how school went, she would shrug, and they would go home. Homework was done right as she walked through the door, her dad taking her phone and computer as she worked on assignments.
A few of Elizabeth's friends would occasionally invite her over, and she would always turn them down. Her dad didn't allow her to go absolutely anywhere without meeting the friend, their parents, and going to have dinner with them. Surprisingly enough, Elizabeth managed to keep all of her friends, even with her over protective dad. They always asked how she dealt with him, and honestly, she didn't even know herself.
Elizabeth watched the world around her go by as they drove towards the school. She gathered her bags together as her dad turned down the radio volume.
"Okay Elizabeth. I know I always pick you up but today and every Tuesday from now on, you're going to have to ride the bus home. I talked to your seventh period teacher and the principal about making sure you get onto the bus safely and they assured me you'd be there on time everyday. You'll get home and you'll do you homework and give your things to mom until you finish your homework. When I get home I'll check your homework and if you did good I'll give you your things back, okay?" Her dad asked as Elizabeth nodded idly. Suddenly a ray of freedom had opened up for her and she could already feel the buzz of excitement. Giddy, Elizabeth clutched her bags as she climbed out of the car.
"You come straight home, Elizabeth. Call me when you get on the bus and when you get home. I love you. Bye."
Elizabeth waved goodbye as she lugged her things into the school.
ghoulia guess who had a HUGE layout malfunction. me. and it sucked. and i cried. because my layout was perfect. and i had to fix it. and now it looks dumb. ;'(
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 1:47 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • "All rise," the bailiff said aloud. "Department One of the Superior Court is now in session. Judge Turner presiding. Please be seated." With a scowl the young man lowered himself onto the bench and leaned back as he folded his arms across his chest, pieces of his curly brunette locks falling out of place over his forehead. His rigid blue eyes lifted from the floor to the judge when he began to address the court. "Good morning, ladies and gentleman. Calling the case of the People of the State of New York versus Amias Eldridge. Are both sides ready?" His lawyer spoke on his behalf and so the case began. He was sitting in a courtroom clad in a pair of black slacks, a ridiculous white collared shirt (tucked in), and a black tie, while being charged for assault.
A vicious fight broke out at a pub that he and his friends were attending the week before. One of his friends got involved and Amias made the mistake of jumping to his defense, beating the guy until his face was almost unrecognizable. The police arrived before they could make a run for it and cuffed Amias along with everyone else. He was brought to the police department where he contacted his brother who bailed him out that night, however he was summoned to court the day after. And here he was.
"I would like to call the defendant to the stand, your honor." Amias stood up when he was told and adjusted his shirt before walking over to the witness stand and raising his right hand. "Raise your right hand. Do you promise that the testimony you shall give in the case now before this court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" the Clerk asked. "I do," he replied in his deep voice, his heavy English accent making itself profound. "You may be seated." Amias licked the base of his lips as he lowered himself into the chair and rested his forearms comfortably along the armrests as his lawyer neared him, reading over his notes as he did so.
He answered each and every question to his best ability and in the end, the judge convicted him only by placing him on a two year probation, since he failed to have a history of violence. Otherwise he probably would have been fined. He was simply required to participate in counselling for anger control. Which, admittedly... he guessed he needed.
Amias hooked two fingers into the knot of his tie as he made his way out of the building, giving it a slight tug to loosen it up a little. He felt satisfied with the way things turned out. It could have been worse. He could have been charged or imprisoned, or even both. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows as he crossed the parkinglot and once he reached his Harley, Amias grabbed his helmet from the back of the bike and slid it over his head, adjusting it slightly as he sat down. He then dug his keys out of his pocket and jammed them into the ignition, pulled the choke, and eased out of his parking space before riding towards the exit, ecstatic that he was finally free.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ███ █ ██ █ ⇥ ❝ I COULD TAKE YOUR HAND, AND FEEL YOUR ⇣ BREATH
♔ FOR FEAR THIS SOMEDAY WILL BE OVER ❞ 」
slowtown baeeee i hope this is ok. sorry it took so long to get up, been super busy as of late
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 5:20 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXxxxxXXXXXXX XIXMXXXAXXXPXRXOXXXAXTXXXIXMXPXEXRXFXEXCXTXIXOXNXSX ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ❝ And I'm best friends with my doubt...❞XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Elizabeth sat through most of her classes with ease. She took notes when needed, her colorful pens smoothly sliding against the three ringed paper she loved. At the end of each lecture she would have about two pages worth of notes, her papers filled with colorful cursive and tiny doodles. She didn't really bother talking to anyone she was seated around. Her intentions were to focus on her work, not her friends. Of course she wasn't so dull with the classes she actually had friends in, which weren't many, but she did give small attention to them. Enough to satisfy them, at least.
With a small huff, Elizabeth lifted her brown leather bag off the ground and onto her left shoulder where it hung heavily. It was currently lunch time, Elizabeth hurrying down the hall to the main office where her dad would be waiting with her lunch. He never left before she came to get it. Something about being skeptical that someone else would take it. Whatever.
Her flats clicked against the tiles as she made her way into the main office, a smile appearing on her face as she saw her dad holding a brown paper bag.
"Here are two bacon egg and cheese tacos and a sweet tea, like you asked. I gotta run back to work, but be safe okay? I love you. Bye." He said, giving her a small peck on the forehead. He waved goodbye as he rushed out the double doors, leaving Elizabeth to walk back to the cafeteria alone.
The loud chatter of hundreds of kids erupted loudly into Elizabeth's ears as she opened the doors to the large cafeteria. Luckily, her group of friends were located near the door where she could easily drag a chair over and sit.
"Hey Liz!" Her friend Lauren shouted with a frantic wave. Elizabeth smiled at the nickname as she sat, setting her lunch on the table and her bag on the floor beside her.
"Y'know I still can't believe your dad takes the time to go out and get you lunch every single day. He has a job right?" Lauren asked as she bit into her sandwich.
"Yeah. He does, it's just he doesn't think I'm capable of keeping up with a lunch box." Elizabeth chuckled, Lauren's face crinkling in confusion.
"He does realize you're 17, right?" Another friend of Elizabeth's, named Madison asked. She shrugged.
"He's always been like this, I have no idea why. Every since I was a little girl he's always been so protective. I don't think he trusts me..." Elizabeth admitted, unwrapping a taco and taking a bite.
"No, maybe it's because he looooves you so much!" Lauren laughed, crumbs of her bread falling onto her lap. Elizabeth shook her head, covering her mouth as she chuckled. Giving it some thought, Elizabeth didn't really know if this pressuring over protectiveness was really her dad's method of love. Truthfully she had grown accustomed to it. She didn't complain or gripe anymore like she did when she was younger. Maybe cause she was older, and more mature? She didn't know. It was daily routine to be bossed around by her father. Oddly enough, he wasn't as antagonizing to her mother as he was to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth's mother was easily the definition of 'free spirit'. Although her dad did put some restrictions on her, she was always seen doing whatever she wanted. She was a good mother, a real and deserving parental model. Elizabeth's dad never let her or her mother wash any of the dishes. He did almost everything himself, dusting, sweeping, mopping, laundry. He did it all himself. Elizabeth and her mother couldn't find any reason to complain, honestly.
"But, all that aside, I have some good news," Elizabeth revealed, a napkin covering her mouth as she spoke, "My dad can't pick me up on Tuesday's anymore, so I get to ride the bus with you guys!"
Lauren whooped as the table laughed, a few cheers here and there.
"Dude what a break through. You can sit with me, I have to sit by myself since Lauren always sits with Madison!" Elizabeth's best friend Julia said, casting a glare towards Lauren. Elizabeth nodded her head, smiling.
Soon enough, it was the end of the day. Elizabeth, not sure why, felt an odd pang of excitement as she shuffled her way towards the bus loading area. As she exit the school, she shielded her eyes from the glaring sun, looking for Julia and the rest of her friends. She stood in the middle of a large crowd, the buses roaring to life as kids climbed into them.
ghoulia nah ur good. no worries. also, if u think we need to plan more, shoot me a pm c;
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 9:10 am
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The time was half past 2. The engine roared thunderously as he rode through the busy streets, his loosened tie waving viciously in the wind over his left shoulder. Amias contemplated showing up at work. His 1PM-8PM shift had started an hour and a half ago--he had called in sick that morning, due to the fact that his trial was scheduled at such an early hour, but at the same time... he needed the money. His landlord had been threatening to evict him for the almost a month now because he hadn't been keeping up on rent and it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. Most of his friends were in the same situation if not already living on the streets. Crashing at one of their places was completely out of the question.
Contacting his parents was no use, either. Amias had a dark past with his mother and father. He abandoned them six years ago, on his eighteenth birthday, and hadn't spoken to either of them in three years. His father, Thomas, was a monster. The man always had these rigid, surreal expectations of Amias and expected him to be perfect, like an adult. If he wasn't scolding him for his imperfections, he was neglecting him, and would oftentimes explode on him for no apparent reason. But what really got to him was the way Thomas treated his mother. Dianne. He was constantly undermining the woman. Overruling her decisions, ridiculing her both mentally and physically in front of Amias, and brainwashed her to the point that she thought punishment by violence was okay.
Amias wanted so badly to take his mother with him when he moved out, though she was completely under Thomas' spell. She was convinced that she couldn't live without him. He called social services on a number of occasions but she refused to leave and it made his blood boil. After three years of failed attempts... he just gave up. If she wasn't willing to help herself, what more could he do?
The twenty-four year old male made a quick stop at his apartment to change into his customary attire; a plain black t-shirt with the diner's logo sewn into the back, along with a pair of dark jeans that fit his muscular legs well. Amias arrived at the diner soon later and clocked in, lips curving into half a smile as one of the waitresses walked into the kitchen a moment later. Her name was Cassie and god was she beautiful. Very friendly, too. Never in a bad mood and always on the up-and-up, smiling away. She returned his smile with a perfect one of her own before averting her eyes shyly, going back to what she was doing. It was quite apparent that she had a crush on him and usually Amias would take advantage of that, but not with Cassie. She was too sweet and the last thing he wanted to do was give off a false impression, like he was looking for a relationship or something stupid like that.
With a deep sigh, Amias hit the floor and plastered on his signature smile before taking on some tables. He made his way over to a family of seven that had just recently been seated. Four of the kids were already drawing away on their kiddie menus with the variety of multicoloured crayons while the youngest, who looked about two years old, sat in his high chair drinking out of his sippy cup. "Good afternoon. My name is Amias and I will be your server today," he stated with a friendly grin. "Can I start you off with an appetizer? Something to drink?" The male questioned, cocking his eyebrows slightly as he glanced around the booth. Each of them voiced their orders, the mother reminding her children to say please and thank you while the father paid attention to the baby. They were obviously a well functioning family. All smiles and laughter, kind and playful with one another. Polite. Amias wished he grew up in a family like that. He scrawled everything down in his notepad and nodded with a brief smile as they thanked him before walking off towards the kitchen.
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♔ FOR FEAR THIS SOMEDAY WILL BE OVER ❞ 」
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