I've got words to say. No point to prove. ( open )

[jeffreemarccollen]

I'VE SEEN YOUR FROWN
and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun

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With a big thud, and the heavy drop of his helmet, Jeff finally sat down after a strenuous hour of tough practice. The dug-out provided fair shelter, and although it was covered in dirt, it'd have have to do for now. Grabbing for his Gatorade, Jeff hastily raised it to his lips. the liquid was hot, and just barely qualified as ingestible, but like the dug-out, it'd have to do. He chugged down the whole thing. Not even coming up for breath. The coach had really pushed them hard. Especially Jeff, being the captain and all.

Taking a deep breath, the soon-to-be-sore boy glanced over the field. Cleat marks smashed into the dirt were littered everywhere. They really had worked hard. Several minutes passed, and boredom began to come into effect. Getting up, Jeff slowly sauntered over to the out-field fence. He stuffed his hands deep in his pockets, admiring the day and how nice it was to have a break for once.

Reaching his destination, Jeff leaned heavily against the gate. He had a good view of pretty much everything, and all that was left to do was to just think. Though the only thoughts that really came to mind was short little flash backs of the coach barking at him. A few birds fluttered by along the horizon. Beautifully enhancing the already serene sunset. It'd been quite awhile since he'd had alone time.

AND IT GOES OFF, AND OUT COME ALL THESE WORDS
oh there's a very pleasant side to you, a side I much prefer


WORDS: about 300
OUTFIT: clicketh
COMMENTS: I finally posted something. Open.
LYRICS: Mardy Bum- Arctic Monkeys

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[buck keith lagonia]

Buck was tucked under the benches long before the male arrived. His knees were brought up to his chest where strong salty tears were meeting. His breath took a sudden halt when he heard someone walking onto the field... panicking that someone was going to find him. It had been a morning of hell. He'd bought a new pack of PMA pills and they were thick little ineffective wastes of money. Buck couldn't feel any different. He'd worry about that when the man went away though. If he were found, maybe he'd take a picture. Maybe the whole school would know where he was, where he hid out. Buck's heart was beating rapidly, sweat running off his forehead. His skin felt like it was on fire. He quickly needed something to calm him down but money was tight until the exam questions were released confidentially amongst the board of education. Then Buck would make a fortune, rolling in it. It was how he got by.

His breath was so conflicted he thought he may vomit. Keep holding it, his mind said, for the fear of being caught was too phenomenal. He had to breathe sometime though, especially when the only cold he could feel was that of the metal benches above him and even they were heating up from his touch. He already hated this guy, hated him. Loathed him like a plague. Not like the fury he felt for his brother that bruised every bone, muscle and joint he had. Still, he was tired of feeling like his body was glued to the ground. Under everyone's shoe. His throat felt closed, even if he wanted to dig out the remaining pills he didn't think he could swallow them. He needed better drugs or a colder place to be. Everything was scorching him.

He noticed the guy taking a drink and gritted his teeth, exhaling deeply. lucky bastard. If he weren't the man that avoided all people and social contact he'd have asked for some - nay, he'd have stolen some. His despising eyes were wide open. He never remembered being this shitty when he was taking heroin, in fact, his replacement drugs made him feel worse. His pupils followed Jeff to the out-field fence until Buck heard the scattering tones of birds rendezvous over the field. Their voices made him flinch and itch to move.