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Post by carson on May 19, 2011 16:18:46 GMT -5
Carson wasn't sure waht was going on in this place. Hawthorne seemed to be reunion central. The first time he ever came to the place Ian was here, then five seconds later pops Alliya. Next thing you know, the moment he had started getting used to either of them, out of nowhere is James. Obviously seeing Ian again was good, even if Ian didn't notice it, but Alli was a bad thing. Hell he didn't tell Alliya about Ian, back when they were dating. No he dated both of them, unaware that Alli happened to be his little sister. Which of course happened to be awkward, but only slightly since it seemed Alli kept her tiny mouth shut.
But no, getting used to two of his exes was hard enough, next thing he knows James shows up. Then again James had never been more then a friend, so the basis was less complicated and very much more exciting. The only problem, it's odd having someone you know showing up in a place you'd never expect them to be. Obviously it was strange, and he was curious what got James sent her. It had been bothering him since James popped up on the chat. Of course right then and there they had started back into old time things, talking laughing, being asses. Finally for once Carson felt peace and like he was back home. Something he'd never thought would be what he wanted, until he had that tiny peace of the good life again.
Though all these thoughts had jumbled his brain up and he needed something to calm down. Not realizing he was out of pot, he went to where he usually stashed it, and found nothing. Pissed he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and just walked out of the room. It was late, maybe midnight, and he expected most people the be partying, or sleeping. So no one would be at the sports field, where he decided to head. He needed some peace, and since he didn't have his usual outlet for making his mind shut up. He'd at least be alone while his brain processed every little thing.
As he neared the field he noticed no one, and was glad of that. He climbed up the bleachers all the way to the tippy top, he practically threw himself across the top one, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Slowly taking a hit, he relaxed only slightly into the bleacher. It wasn't the best way to calm his brain down, it worked for a short period of time. He avoided this method, because to get the same effect as pot he'd have to chain smoke, and he didn't want to do that. No, but for now, it'd have to do.
words: four hundred and seventy four
outfit: here
tags: eliza with james
notes: it seems rambly and sucky!
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Post by jamesmichael on Jun 10, 2011 21:30:54 GMT -5
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Post by carson on Jun 11, 2011 22:03:16 GMT -5
carson had heard the clanging before he ever even noticed james was in the same proximity as him. of course he was startled, thinking it was a teacher, he quickly stomped out the cigarette, and kicked both it and the box down a hole in the bleacher. letting his hands drift into his pockets, he pretended nothing was wrong. then finally james came better into site, fuck he wasted a perfectly good pack on nothing. well it was better then smoking the whole thing and screwing up his lungs. at least pot, well it hurt nothing at all. it was the drug that came straight from the ground, with no harming chemicals. all was perfectly perfect with marijuana. or so that was how he thought about it.
"you scared me," he said with a slight smirk on his face. "thought you were a teacher. i do not need iso." shrugging he stretched his arms behind him, and kicked his leg up, deciding to relax since james was here. there wasn't a point in leaving and wasting a good time for a hangout. he had missed his old friends, being the first one to get sent away sucked. he lost all connections, other than phone calls and texts, while they all still had each other. lucky fucks. "i hope you have something? i just tossed away my last pack, and i'm out of everything."
he knew james wouldn't have nothing strong, but another ciggaratte at that moment sounded good. who cared about screwing up his lungs. he had smoked for awhile, and still his voice sounded pretty damn good. no one was complaining yet. he'd stop when he got those complaints. hopefully that day would never come.
words: two hundred ninety
outfit: here
tags: eliza with james
notes: yus we do
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Post by jamesmichael on Jun 12, 2011 13:45:24 GMT -5
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Post by carson on Jun 12, 2011 15:20:13 GMT -5
carson rolled his eyes at james, but couldn't help but crack a smile. of all his friends, james was probably his favorite. he could be hilarious, and it was fun watching all of them argue and fight. of course it was friendly arguments, but usually carson was on the sidelines laughing. there wasn't much they could do to piss him off, and he liked it that way. "yeah poor baby. unlike you i can't just go and get more."
he hated being the youngest, it sucked, almost everyone else he knew could legally buy whatever they wanted. him and sammi were the youngest, and he was even younger than sammi. so here he was, watching out for teachers, when the rest could just smoke anywhere and everywhere.
of course his age was a sensitive topic, and the one that would easily make him mad at his friends. though he never stayed angry long. he leaned over and punched james arm,"yeah well tell that to someone else." he of course knew james was just fucking with him and he would get the smokes, which landed in his lap. smiling, he lit up another one and started smoking like he hadn't even stopped.
sitting there relaxed, he just smiled up at the sky. god today was a decently good day, and that was saying something. usually carson was pissed off, or it seemed. but no, today ian could kiss danni right in front of him and carson wouldn't say a word. well that might be an overstatement but still, that's how he felt. "so james. what's up?"
words: two hundred seventy-three
outfit: here
tags:eliza with james
notes: this post is sukish! god stupid carson muse died
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Post by jamesmichael on Jun 17, 2011 17:09:29 GMT -5
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