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 Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:44 am
roll it upShe'd been bitchy, more so than usual, after their spar. Every little cross of words was met with a sharp glance and every movement or touch was too abrupt and jerky. Cee tended to glare through her lashes and she got a little dimple in her chin when she tersely pouted. There had been some fiesty debate over who should roll and who should break it up but in the end it was Cee with the papers and Ever crumbling the bud onto a paperback romance novel called Wuthering Heats (that Cee had absconded with the one time she visited the library). She was careful to not show Ever just how much reefer she'd acquired and she'd thus far refused to tell him where from (since she'd yet to take leave). "All that matters issat we got it, aright? An hopefully our weapons'll let us enjoy it." Because Cee had taken to keeping Snap summoned when she was in her room. The whips sat on her bedside table, in this form nothing more than placid liquid-like silver ropes with the barest blue-green glow. She didn't explain why. But the weapon's presence was the elephant in the room.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:38 pm
roll it upIt was for the best she roll, since -- while Ever was hardly a first timer -- there was a difference between those who actively sought out drugs and those who simply stole hits. He was the latter. Familiar enough not to blast out his throat, but not enough to make a tight roll. And certainly clueless as to how one got it, or how much it cost. He'd be fried fast, leaning back and considering her ceiling and perhaps thinking they should have picked somewhere less creepy to do this. "I don't usually get paranoid," was all he said, with the implication of exactly the opposite right now.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:38 am
roll it up"Only losers and newbs get paranoid." She muttered around the joint that had just been placed between her lips. She cupped it and lit, taking tiny puffs to get it going before tossing her lighter to the bed and leaning back. A sloooow drag. She savored the taste, eyes closed, and after she'd had her lungful, passed it to Ever. "Tastes good. Citrusy." She smiled now, less edgy than before. Even if she wasn't affected yet, just the act was comforting. She felt better about her place in the world when all of her shallow little needs were met and she'd just checked one off the list. She sourly looked at her weapon on the table as if it were about to leap up and strangle her on it's own. In her mind Snap still lay heavily upon her. Hopefully the weed could dampen the oppressed feeling. "One time we were all hangin' out at my friends joint." Cee had ditched her shoes and crossed her ankles underneath her. "And we were outta weed but it was like ********.. I dunno like 2 in the mornin or something." She idly played with her hair, dragging her fingers through it over her shoulder. "So one'a the dudes goes out'ta git weed and after a ******** age he comes back and we're like, 'awesome where's the weed' and he's like got this baggy like 'oh i couldn't find any but I got some coke offa this dude'." Cee head bobbled. "And I'm pissed as hell cause coke sure as hell ain't weed but one'a the girls was like 'whatever lemme see it'." Cee started to laugh a little threw out her hand to rest on Ever, "Yo it was ******** DRYWALL. Tha a** gave the dude like 50 bucks for some ******** drywall mashed up in a bag.. it was so ******** up and we were so pissed but the next day we were ******** dying laughin!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 6:51 am
hook upsand be blue To: my homo angel (Ever Ambrodiel) From: Queen C (Concetta DiGregorio) wuts ur type Attachment(s): muscley_butt.jpg; skinny_tightbutt.jpg; big_ol_ass.jpg; abs.jpg; hairy_bear.jpg; hahatrickedyou_ceestits.jpg
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 12:50 pm
hook upsIt's embarrassing how long it takes Ever to figure out how to send a photo. He'll never admit that he spent a good forty five minutes punching at buttons before he got it. iloveyouDIE To: Concetta DiGregorio From: Julian Ambrodiel Male. Willing. Attachment: 062014_1.jpg (a blurry picture of a young man, asleep with his face half-turned into the pillow, with very red hair and freckles)
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 11:24 am
Roll it Up"Some of the guys at work liked coke." It was distant, though, distracted; trying not to think about it too much, because one of the guys at work had liked coke entirely too much. Ever licked his lips and took his hit, slow. Newbie wasn't that far off, really. He was capable, but hardly the practiced expert that Cee seemed to be. He didn't choke. That said something, at least. He passed it back slowly, staring up at the spots on her ceiling again. "The better bars seemed infested with ecstasy. Not that I can blame them. But whenever someone showed up around our place with the stuff, it was cut with something terrible." A little shake of his head. He blinked back into focus on Cee. Appraising. "If you got this, could you get that? Maybe you'd know how to find something worth trying."
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 5:47 am
Roll it up"Mmm.." She was agreeing, nodding her head as she held in a hit which she eventually exhaled with a slight cough. "I done it." Ecstasy. The joint made it to a makeshift ashtray of folded up tin foil. They'd only had a couple hits a piece and she'd surely pick it back up in a moment but Cee was more interested in sharing her drug experiences. "It's like whooah.." She held out her hands and her eyes bugged. "And you wanna ******** touch errything and yer sweatin like a pig." As if to demonstrate touching everything.... she attacked him with tickling hands and a cackling laugh.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 10:17 am
Minute RiceWhen he'd offered to make her dinner, Cee probably had imagined something else: steak cooked up with potatoes and onions, maybe, or more likely a good old-fashioned Italian marinara sauce. Neither of those things were very Ever, though: instead here it was, a bowl of Uncle Ben's and a dose of cooked beans on it. At least they were seasoned. And it was, likely, still better than the cafeteria.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 10:59 am
Minute Rice"Where's tha beeeeef?" She peered dubiously over the edge of the bowl. "I'da figgered you for a fat sausage type." Cee repeated. "Some HOT MEAT." She said again. Still she devoured it, enjoyed it, and promised next time she would cook. And she mentioned meat like another 4000 times.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 10:01 am
Moving DayCee hadn't done much with her dungeon of a room since her arrival. Most of the time she'd been sleeping in Taym's room as it's impromptu babysitter, other times she'd find other beds (mostly with less sleeping). She'd always been resourceful, or perhaps just lucky. She had a way about her that always managed to make out well, if not on top, and she did better for herself through sheer force of will. Which meant only a few months in she was already moving up a level into a real room. Her belongings were few and most still fit into the single bag she'd brought, but she hadn't scavenged various pieces of furniture just for them to be left and wasted. She needed them. and be blue To: Ever Fresh From: Queen C i need u. so bad. so so bad. o bby c** to me Quote: To: Ever Fresh From: Queen C in my room btw 8=======D
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 11:19 pm
Moving DayOnce upon a time, maybe, Ever would have come running to make sure that he was able to help Cee out -- with whatever the current emergency was. Weeks of living next to her, though, meant that he finished his chapter before rolling up to stand and padding into the hallway. A hand in his hair, he nudged the door open to her room, not even bothering to knock. "What's the problem now?" It was more amused than long-suffering, at least.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 5:35 am
Moving DayShe held herself dramatically, hand clutched to her chest in a show of (what she thought looked like) restrained emotion. At least her showmanship was impressive. "I know you prob can't handle it.." She siiiiighed, "But I'm movin up inna world." Her bag was packed, the printed fabrics she'd hung on the walls had been taken down and folded, and the 2 pieces of furniture she owned besides the cot were pushed away from the wall to the center of the room. Her weepy act had almost immediately disappeared. "Dese gotta go.." She pointed to the small tables she had. "Pleeeaaaaaaasssseee help me move them?" Insert super enthusiastic lash batting.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 6:24 pm
Moving DayThere was a moment of silence, Ever just squinting at Cee -- and then, with another puff of a sigh, he stooped to grab the tables. One under each arm, and it would serve, certainly. He was strong enough, now, to pull it off. The hardest part was jerking and wriggling his way through the doorway and out into the hall. "This is all I'm carrying, honey." He shook his head, looking back at her to make sure Cee had something in hand, too. "I'm not your boyfriend or your packhorse."
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 7:31 pm
Moving dayCee wrinkled her nose adorably. "No yer my giiiiirlfriend. Which means I call you fer stuff and you biiiiitch and moaaaan and say I owe you s**t.. but you still help." She was fine with that arrangement, and she would do the same because the complaining was half the fun. Her suitcase handle was pulled up and she began to wheel her way behind with an armful of fabric. I looked like a robe and some wall drapings. She also had a plastic grocery bag full of miscellaneous things she'd managed to collect. Snacks and alcohol and magazines. "So Taym is givin me his room cause he got promoted or whatever." She toddled behind Ever towards the stairs. She looked pleased as punch. "Oh and I think there's at least one more empty room if you wanna look." Here eyes darted and she whispered behind the back of her hand and bulged her eyes, " That chick died."
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 8:46 pm
Moving Day"I'm not going to pillage some dead girl's room." He didn't keep his voice down: a decisive difference between the pair of them. Instead he paused, halfway down the hall, to peer back at her -- to make sure she was still carrying something. And then, reassured, he'd go. Up the stairs to find her room. "I would like to move, though."
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