passed out on the patio with mari.

[rudolphpan]

it was a somewhat cold (which meant freezing to rudolph, born and raised in los angeles) sunday afternoon, and rudolph has been bored. he wanted to go for a walk and get out of his dorm room for the first time since he arrived at hawthorne. he couldn't just sit there and be a hermit, now could he? well, technically he could. but it was rudolph, and rudolph couldn't even sit still for ten minutes. let alone stay in one place for long. so rudolph decided to go for a walk.

already dressed, the boy threw on a backpack with water and reese's pieces in it and took off. he wasn't quite sure where he was going, being so new, but he didn't care. it took rudolph a few minutes to get out of the east wing, and then another few minutes of taking in the environment outside of the building. "so this is where i am going to be,

[/b]" rudolph thought, inhaling and grinning slightly. "not too bad.[/b]" and it wasn't. there were ravens in the sky and the trees were bare and the ground was sprinkled with snow. not like in california, anyway. in california, the ground was warm and there were fat, brown birds everywhere and the trees were barely beginning to have their leaves turn brown. rudolph liked it better here. experiencing a real winter for the first time was better than he would have bargained for.

after pausing for that moment, rudolph started to walk again, towards the field. he'd always been one for sports and he'd never seen a field in a proper winter-time before, except for on television. there were a few students way ahead of him, carrying a soccer ball. he didn't pay much attention to them, but still followed their steps. getting lost would have been pretty humiliating. while walking, rudolph began to notice how quiet it was. in los angeles, there'd always be a siren going off somewhere or someone yelling at someone else in the street. but here, he could actually hear his own footsteps without concentrating on them. in fact, he could hear almost anything without concentrating. it was different from his old school, wasn't it?

rudolph arrived at the field a few minutes later and paced up to the very top of the bleachers. he sat in the middle and inhaled again, grinning a bit. he exhaled with an open mouth and laughed as the "smoke" from his hot breath evaporated in the air. rudolph reached into his pocket and pulled out an ipod touch. he put it on shuffle and resisted the temptation to play robot unicorn attack. closing his eyes and leaning back on whatever was behind him, rudolph relaxed.

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@ mari with mari
four hundred fifty five words
i will laugh my ass off if mari is what he ends up leaning on. i will. my ass will literally fall off, like yours did. c:[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[marilynmahdavi]

the cold air did not pierce marilyn's skin. in fact, despite being outside, sitting on the bleachers that overlooked hawthornes' athletic field, she was quite warm. her jacket was soft and insulated on the inside, and she cuddled into it, the hood covering her head from anyone who traversed the grounds around her. solitude was the only thing that worked for mari. unless a boy was around, she'd pretty much disappear from prying eyes. marilyn hated other people. she wasn't antisocial, and she didn't have a phobia or anything. she simply hated others. she got annoyed easily. people did stupid things, things she couldn't understand.

her breath billowed into the cold air, imaginary smoke rising from her taught pink lips. if only, she thought grimly, longing for a hit of a bowl, or maybe even a bong. mari was here because of her 'problem' with drugs, though she didn't see it as a problem at all. she had it pretty figured out. she knew what she was doing. she wasn't harming anyone, why should she be treated as if she was? hawthorne academy was bullshit, she looked forward to the day she get out of it. she'd probably go back to her normal ways after that. she couldn't be changed so easily. why couldn't the staff here understand that?

she watched as a group of kids approached the field, one carrying a soccer ball in his hands. she remembered her childhood, when she used to play soccer with the other kids on a shabby slab of dirt that supposedly passed as a playground back in her foster home days. she used to dominate the field. she also used to get in trouble for being unnecessarily rough with the other children. a small smile crossed her lips. she had always been in trouble. there was nothing she loved more than trouble. the rush of adrenaline was as good as any drug she had ever done. it was something she craved.

suddenly, the bleacher creaked with the weight of another person. marilyn snuck a peak at the person, a tanned, cute boy with an ipod in his hands. her sharp tawny eyes observed him for a moment. he had softer features, and lips that looked incredibly kissable. he leaned his head back, listening to the music, and mari's interest was perked. she inched closer, taking the hood off of her head and revealing her smooth, tiny features and her expressive eyes. "hello," she said softly, hoping he could hear her over the music playing in his ears. hopefully it wasn't too loud. the snow sprinkled around them, gradually coating the bleachers and getting caught in her hair, giving it a few speckles of sparkling silver. she smiled at him, knowing she could lure him in easily. it'd be a plus if he were a sex addict like she.

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four hundred and seventy four words.
lol i didn't make him lean on mari. cx

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[rudolphpan]

you know that feeling when you think someone is watching you? suddenly, rudolph had that feeling. like someone was literally three feet away from him, staring. he heard a muffled, "hello," and his thoughts were confirmed. luckily, it was a feminine hello. rudolph opened his eyes. ho shit. "woah, hi. i'm rudolph," rudolph said. he was excited, someone finally spoke to him at this school! and then he had to check her out, because that's what rudolph does whenever girls talk to him. she was tall and thin and looked like she'd been high too many times. her hair was long and dark and she had tawny eyes and sharp featured. okay, so she maybe wasn't the hottest girl rudolph had ever seen, but she was pretty in that kind of exotic way. he grinned.

rudolph realized he was still blasting weird indie shit from his ipod and quickly turned it off, afraid she'd hear what the jewish indie-rap-rock-singer dude was saying. rudolph listened to some weird shit. especially the band that was playing, why?. oh man, they were crazy. rudolph couldn't believe that he actually brought his west coast songs over here. it was incredibly stupid of him. what if the girls were all from maine? what did people even listen to in maine? lord, he prayed it wasn't dubstep or whatever it was called. rudolph hated dubstep. with a passion. he could hear the rough, strange beats playing in his head and suddenly decided that listening to a jewish guy rapping about jacking off in the bathroom of an art museum was preferable. he turned his ipod on again, clicking the button in his pocket to make the volume lower.

rudolph's grin faded as the air suddenly got chillier and it started to snow harder. it was funny-- rudolph had never even been in snow for more than a day and now he was living in the shit. he decided he didn't like it as much as he thought, because when it got cold, the temperature must have dropped like six degrees. rudolph tried not to shiver under his american eagle sweater. "i should have brought my other one, fuck. i should have brought my other one,

[/b]" he thought, regretting just throwing on whatever jacket was unpacked. everything else in his dorm was still in a suitcase that most guys would have unloaded the night before. but not rudolph. he hated unpacking and packing more than he hated about anything else. a bird landed on a bleacher a few rows ahead of him and the girl that had spoken to him and began pecking away at whatever it was on the floor. it looked like a pretzel, rudolph had noticed it on the way up. "it's funny," rudolph started, still trying to avoid shivering, "i've never been in snow for more than a day and now i'm living in it. hey, aren't you cold?" she was only wearing a jacket, and if he was cold, she definitely was.

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@ mari with mari
five hundred words
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[marilynmahdavi]

the music that blared from his ipod did not strike mari as odd at all. she mainly listened to indie bands, including MGMT and white hinterland. she wondered if he had ever heard of those bands. marilyn was definitely an underground music type of person. "hi rudolph," she said, smiling slightly at the wonderful oddity that was his name. "i'm marilyn. you can call me mari." she said seductively, even if it was an unsexy thing to say. she could make anything sound hot. she had experience in scenarios like this.

the snow began to pelt down harder, dousing her plaid pea coat in soft white flakes. she brushed them off carefully, the snow slightly getting on her nerves. she had been around it her whole life, and had never been too fond of it. sledding was fun, snowboarding too, but the cold was crippling. she could handle it fine though. she was a tough girl from new york city, snow was hardly a problem if she didn't think about it too much. if only they could find a place where it wasn't snowing extremely hard. mari hadn't been around the academy long enough to find any secret sheltered places. she planned on finding some, though.

a small bird landed on the bleachers below them, and it's annoying pecking unnerved mari. she got irritated very easily. one could even describe her as a short fuse, which was pretty accurate. she stomped her boots onto the bleacher, startling the bird and sending it to the tree. a content grin replaced her annoyed features. she turned her gaze and attention back to rudolph, who had begun speaking again. "nah, i'm not cold. i've been living in the cold like this my whole life, it's easy to deal with. where are you from?" she asked, assuming he definitely was not from anywhere around here if he thought conditions like this were cold and bad. suddenly, noses from the field stole her attention. the kids who had brought the soccer ball along were playing a poor scrimmage. she snorted as one slipped clear over the ball, landing with a hard thump.

"do you like to come here and watch people play soccer badly like i do?" mari asked lightly, her words accompanied by a cute laugh. her eyes flashed as she looked at him closely once more. damn, he was really cute. she wondered why he was here at hawthorne. sometimes, being surrounded by people who were as fucked up and as problematic as she was felt nice. she wasn't around people who constantly judged. she usually didn't care what others thought or said about her, but now she knew that here at hawthorne, anyone who criticized her 'issues' was being an outright hypocrite, which mari could always toss back into their faces if they ever confronted her.

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four hunded and forty eight words
yah.

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[rudolphpan]

rudolph half shivered and luckily it was quiet. "nah, i'm not cold. i've been living in the cold like this my whole life, it's easy to deal with. where are you from?" marilyn asked. well, this was semi-embarrassing. he was sitting here, on the freezing cold bleacher, with his ass feeling like it was about to chip off, and she wasn't even cold. he faked a cough to relieve stress. "i'm from los angeles. you're from around here?" he was curious. she seemed to like watching those people who really didn't matter playing soccer. he'd never really understood soccer. every couple of years, rudolph was invited to someone's house to watch the last big game of the world cup. and every couple of years, he'd manage to fall asleep. watching people run around chasing balls wasn't really something he liked. well, he did like football. but people got hurt in football. nobody ever really got hurt playing soccer, right? well, what did he know. rudolph didn't watch soccer anyway.

he decided that maybe he could make an exception this time. he focused on one player, kicking the ball about five feet in front of him and jumping up and down excitedly when the other person missed it. a smile of amusement spread across his face, and then he turned to marilyn to say something, but she beat him to it. "do you like to come here and watch people play soccer badly like i do?" she asked, and then laughed at her own joke. it was a cute laugh. rudolph decided that he liked it. rudolph turned to her and noticed her looking at him. his eyes widened as a smile spread across his face. he laughed casually and replied, "no, i came here because i was following those kids because i'm new and have no idea where anything is. cute laugh, by the way." he went back to watching the soccer game between those two people. she was right, they were pretty bad. "she must play soccer. i should ask her if she plays soccer,

[/b]" he thought. "so, you you play soccer? you look like you play something."

and she did look like she played something. you couldn't be that skinny and still that hot unless you played something or you were on drugs. well, scratch that. rudolph didn't really know anyone who did drugs personally. he'd randomly spoken to the cocaine addicts by the el capitan as a child, however. they were fascinating people who spoke about how they'd been abducted and probed by aliens. rudolph's mom pulled him away before they could say anything else to him, however. they were "poisoning his precious mind". rudolph thought they were cool, but whatever. thinking about those coke addicts made him think about drug addicts which made him think about hawthorne which made him think about how she could have gotten there. he knew how he'd gotten there. too much sex, worrying parents, "you'll get someone pregnant!" might as well ask why she was there, right? "so marilyn," he said, "what are you in for?"

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@ mari with mari
five hundred fifteen words
stfuuuu .[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[marilynmahdavi]

mari looked at him softly, curious about him. what he was like. what he did for fun. she wasn't looking for boyfriend qualities- she wouldn't be caught dead with a boyfriend. just normal qualities. he was interesting, so far. he could keep up on a conversation pretty well, which was good enough for her. "los angeles, huh? hot down there, i bet. i've never been to a place that never has snow. i've always just stuck around here in the northeast. i like it up here." she said, her mind flashing to pictures and images she had seen of los angeles. it was a decent sized city, but the only city she'd ever love would be new york city, even though she spent some of her worst years there. the streets taught her well, they shaped her personality. and she was pretty happy with herself.

mari glanced at the soccer players on the field. one jumped up and down stupidly as he passed the ball by one of his friends. she rolled her eyes, but a smile was on her face. she could show them all up. but talking to rudolph was what really interested her at this point. "yeah, this place is kind of confusing. there are so many different buildings and clinics and classrooms. and, thanks." mari said sweetly, which was ironic if you took a closer look at her overall cold personality. it wasn't an act, though. she did it with all boys. boys were her only exception to the hate she had on people. boys were fun, like toys.

"i used to play soccer at my foster home. and then, when my grandmother adopted me, i played at the private school she sent me to. i really like football, though. my old private school used to offer it, it's much better than soccer." mari speculated, raising her eyes to the gray sky in thought. she remembered shoving through her opponents mercilessly, and while she thought, her smile broadened. she wondered if football was offered here at hawthorne. probably not, it seemed as if everyone here was against any violence, or rough contact sports.

it seemed as if rudolph was thinking, too. she bit her lip, her bright white teeth contrasting with the dark sky. she wished the snow would stop, it was making her hair wet and limp. she pulled her hood back on, finding easy relief as soon as she did so. she giggled as rudolph asked his next question, as if they had been thrown in jail. in a way, they had. hawthorne was like prison. "my grandmother thinks i have a problem with drugs, but i'm fine. i know what i'm doing. i guess she thinks i have a sex problem too, but since when is that a problem?" she asked in a flirty way, suddenly even more curious about rudolphs reason to be here. "why are you here? phobia? anger issues? i hope you don't snap on me," said mari, teasing him slightly, batting her thick eyelashes as she did so.

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mhm.

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[rudolphpan]

"los angeles, huh? hot down there, i bet. i've never been to a place that never has snow. i've always just stuck around here in the northeast. i like it up here," marilyn said, looking at him softly. rudolph just didn't understand. why did she keep looking at him? it's not like he was going to be rude and ask, but still. it was getting kind of weird. he figured laughing it off would help, and so he did. "yeah, it gets too hot down there. that's what she said?" rudolph made a lame joke. everyone liked a "that's what she said", didn't they? he'd never met anyone that hadn't, except for maybe his mom who said he was poisoning his own mind.

"i used to play soccer at my foster home. and then, when my grandmother adopted me, i played at the private school she sent me to. i really like football, though. my old private school used to offer it, it's much better than soccer." holy fuck, she likes football? "holy fuck, you like football?" it was surprising to rudolph, he'd never met a girl that truly liked football. in california, most of the girls liked watching their boyfriends play football, not playing football. the football thing almost blocked out the foster home thing for a second, and then he realized that he should have acknowledged that before the football because it's more important. his face turned bright red with shame. fuck. where were his manners? would she even care. i mean, they were in a high school for troubled teens. maybe she'd just be like, "lol we're all fucking mad here," and shrug it off. hopefully.

"my grandmother thinks i have a problem with drugs, but i'm fine. i know what i'm doing. i guess she thinks i have a sex problem too, but since when is that a problem? why are you here? phobia? anger issues? i hope you don't snap on me," and then batted her eyelashes all sexy-like. "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck buckity fuck buck for a buck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

[/b]" rudolph didn't know how he was going to tell her what he was in hawthorne for without sounding like a total perv. well, he was a total perv, but that's beside the point. it's not like she was a guy and it's not like he could just flat out tell her. rudolph wondered how she was able to just be like, "oh yeah. i do drugs and have sex." he couldn't do that, i mean. that'd be awkward for him. or whatever. maybe he should just tell her, make things easier. i mean, this three second silence was probably already making things more awkward than they should be. "uh, apparently i'm a sex addict. my parents found out-- i don't even know how -- and thought i was gonna get some chick pregnant so they sent me here," he confessed, blushing. he'd never really even spoken to anyone about why he had to go to hawthorne because he'd never had a chance to. it kind of felt good to be able to tell someone besides family and staff. intimate without really being intimate, you know? "don't think i'm weird!" he half pleaded, suddenly extremely panic-stricken by what he had said. and then, "i'm low risk." he had to cover himself up somehow.

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@ mari with mari
five hundred sixty four words
starting to sound a lot like frankie! omggg .[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[marilynmahdavi]

mari laughed politely at his 'that's what she said' joke. she appreciated his raunchy sense of humor, not everyone tossed jokes like that to people they just barely met. she looked down at the bleachers, which had accumulated quite a bit of snow from when she last checked. looking up at the sky, she realized the snow was slowing down quickly. thank god, she thought, glad that she could finally put her hood down. in her opinion, hoods made her look shabby and unkempt.

'holy fuck, you like football?' rudolph said, astonished. his tone made her laugh. "yeah, you wouldn't expect a girl to like and play football. but i'm not like other girls, i guess." she said, noticing the soccer fools begin to pack up and head away from the fields. good riddance, they made annoying noises and talked about stupid things anyways. silence gripped the fields tightly, and she was suddenly desperate to fill the void. she noticed rudolphs' cheeks flush red, and she wondered what got him so embarrassed. he didn't say anything bad, from what she had heard. and then, she realized. he hadn't said anything about her foster home issues. she giggled, finding it a silly thing to be ashamed of. "don't worry, foster life isn't very important anyway. no need to flash such bright colors of red," she laughed, still amused by his tomato red cheeks.

rudolph was silent for a moment, and mari wondered what was wrong. and then, he blurted it out. 'uh, apparently i'm a sex addict. my parents found out - i don't even know how - and thought i was gonna get some chick pregnant so they sent me here.' a sex addict! she had a feeling he was one from the moment they started talking. he was too cute not to be one. 'don't think i'm weird!' he pleaded, and a smile curled over her lips. she didn't think he was weird at all, not one bit. in fact, she was sort of pleased to know he liked sex, a lot. "i don't think you're weird," she laughed. "you won't get anyone pregnant if you're careful. i assume you are? sorry, that's kind of weird to ask," she said quickly, squeezing her eye shut at her stupidity. it wasn't right to ask someone about their sex life. she bit her tongue, reminding herself to not say stupid things like that ever again.

"according to hawthorne, i'm medium risk. but i'm not hurting anybody, and i'm not hurting myself. i can control what goes into my body just fine. i don't know why my grandmother thinks i'm going to get clean here, because, to be honest, i'm not. i'll go back to my same ways once i'm out of here. no academy is going to help me." she said defiantly, positive she wouldn't come out of the school as clean as a whistle. she only did light drugs, nothing serious like cocaine or heroin. she wouldn't be like her crackhead parents. she'd prove that a retreat, or rehab, wouldn't change her. and then, there would be nothing for her grandmother to do but continue on with her granddaughters' party lifestyle. even if she did get sent away again, nothing would change her.

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i know, i can see that.

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[rudolphpan]

a small smile spread across marilyn's face at rudolph's confession. it was almost a little strange, i mean. why would she be happy-- oh yeah. "i don't think you're weird," she laughed. "you won't get anyone pregnant if you're careful. i assume you are? sorry, that's kind of weird to ask," for a moment he turned bright red and thought he was going to burst into a big pile of american eagle and ketchup. and then it hit him. she didn't even care. she was curious, actually. "well yeah, it'd be stupid not to be. and that's not a weird question," rudolph replied, relieved for maybe the first time since they started this conversation. perhaps he was getting somewhere. perhaps she--idunno. "maybe she likes me,

[/b]" rudolph wondered boyishly. he took a quick glance at her. and what if she did? no doubt, based on this conversation at least, something would happen. and well, gee. "according to hawthorne, i'm medium risk. but i'm not hurting anybody, and i'm not hurting myself. i can control what goes into my body just fine. i don't know why my grandmother thinks i'm going to get clean here, because, to be honest, i'm not. i'll go back to my same ways once i'm out of here. no academy is going to help me." rudolph was half listening and half not. one part of his brain wanted to listen and the other part wanted so much more than listening. "fuck.[/b]"

based on what he had listened to, marilyn was medium risk and pretty sure she was beyond help. he felt like saying something optimistic, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. so rudolph and marilyn sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the field. he noticed the soccer players had moved out while they were talking. well, at least they wouldn't be able to hear their conversation now. rudolph flashed marilyn a grin. "yeah, the whole idea of this place is a little stupid. i mean, sticking a bunch of sex addicts and druggies in with alcoholics and crazy ass motherfuckers can't be good for anyone," he finally commented, realizing how long they had been in silence. rudolph had wanted to say more, but couldn't quite think of anything. he looked up, oh boy! the sky was clearing and it was getting a little warmer. maybe by the end of the day, the snow would be melted and there'd be puddles. rudolph had always liked puddles. as a child, he's splash and roll in them, always ruining whatever he was wearing. rudolph couldn't have cared less then, and really couldn't care less now. if he could do it without looking like a fool, rudolph would roll around and splash in puddles like a kid. but if sex addicts did that kind of thing, they went to one of those lock-up places like on shutter island.

"souh, what's your number?" rudolph asked, somewhat politely. they'd spoken about drugs and their sex lives, might as well exchange numbers. that'd be the right thing to do, anyway. if they were to both get what they wanted-- wait what? "shit.[/b]" rudolph always hated that feeling. that feeling of like, well. that feeling. like, "ho shit, i am starting to like someone and if i like someone and they like me and we both have issues we are so totally going to fuck" feeling. well, he hated it as much as he loved it. i mean. yeah. rudolph's a boy, for cry eye. there weren't many things about that thought that could even strike him as bad, except for the part where he's already in a facility for fucked up teenagers. that's what made him hate the feeling. that feeling is what made him have to leave his family, friends, home, everything. rudolph didn't understand why he could still love it, even. why did he still love it? was he fucking insa-- oh yeah.

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@ mari with mari
six hundred sixty five words
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[marilynmahdavi]

mari sighed in relief, tugging on her plaid pea coat. "oh, good. i wouldn't want to make things awkward." she said rather lamely. things were already kind of awkward. it had certainly been an interesting conversation. she was glad rudolph was not a boy who would waste her time. in fact, she was glad she had started a conversation with him. she could see this going somewhere. for a short while, at least. mari was never good at keeping relationships. the very word 'relationship' was foreign to her. she would not make a faithful girlfriend. temptation and desire were two things that always seemed to get the best of her, which is why she avoided long term relationships. she could see herself hurting someone, and even though she hardly had a conscious, she'd probably feel terrible for cheating. of course, she'd most likely feel nothing if she was cheated on. shit happens, people stray. dwelling on why a boyfriend cheated on you didn't help anyone. she'd rather knock the slut out for macking on her boyfriend, and then deal with the guy later.

it seemed as if rudolph was half listening, and she wondered what he was thinking about. did he finally pick up her vague sexual hints? she had figured, sense he was a sex addict, he'd get them sooner, even if he was low risk. they sat in silence for a few moments, and mari shuffled her feet, the metal bleachers clinging beneath her boots. it was as if they had run out of things to say, even though they were doing so well before. mari hated awkward silences, she felt helpless when not a word was spoken. the silence of the fields was now eating her up, she mentally begged rudolph to say something. finally, rudolph spoke. "yeah, mixing fucked up people isn't always the best idea. things are bound to happen." she said slowly, biting her lip once more, her pink lipstick making her mouth take liquidy and gross. what was taking so long for this boy? did rudolph pick up her signals? she couldn't tell, not yet.

and finally, there it was. he asked her for her number. she smiled victoriously, glad he caught her sexual drift. "365-4137. yours?" she asked, her smile remaining on her lips. while it seemed as if rudolph was thinking of troubling thoughts, mari was thinking of happy ones. her first 'fling' at hawthorne, if it were to become one. hell, with the way she was acting, one could think of her as a high risk sex addict. yeah, she was a whore. but she wasn't that slutty. she had her morals, she knew where to draw the line. but why not have a little fun? rudolph was cute, funny, interesting. she'd much rather have him as a fuck buddy instead of some severely fucked up freak. most kids here at hawthorne really had serious issues, but it seemed as if only mari and rudolph were semi normal. he didn't seem too screwed up. maybe being a sex addict was his only 'flaw'. for mari, she had a few. but they weren't serious.. just a little slutiness and a few drugs never hurt anyone. there was also her weight issues... but she was under control. she needed to lose weight anyways. she wasn't skinny enough, all she saw in te mirror was a fat chunk. she was improving herself. she wasn't harming herself too bad... was she?
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beep beep

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[rudolphpan]

"365-4137. yours?" marilyn replied as a smile ate her face. rudolph grinned and casually flipped out his piece of shit, remembering the number and the name. "six three zero, zero two zero three," he said, looking up and smiling at her. why was she so happy? had she really liked him that much? how didn't he notice? how stupid is rudolph, huh? his smile faded, as did hers. and there was this retarded silence again. as rudolph turned to glance at marilyn to see what was going on, he noticed a weakness in her facial expression just for a moment. he was going to say something but figured it'd be safer not to. what was she thinking about? they'd been so talkative and then, snap. her smile turned into a frown and their conversation disappeared. after sitting for a few minutes again, rudolph began to notice that it was getting ever lighter and sunnier. soon, all of the snow would be melted and there would be puddles. too bad he couldn't do anything about it. if she was that kind of girl, maybe he and marilyn could go puddle hopping or something. puddle hopping, wow. how mature. rudolph muttered a laugh and decided to re-start the conversation with something less-personal. it seemed like they already knew too much about each other to have met only thirty minutes earlier.

"sooo, uh. how long have you been here?" rudolph asked. that was a safe question. nothing embarrassing could come from that, unless she decided to ask about his parents. rudolph nearly shuddered at the thought. his last memory of his parents was his mother half sobbing that he had to be sent away and his father glaring at him like he didn't belong anywhere. like what he'd been doing was bad or something. in almost all of the arguments rudolph had had with his parents, he almost wanted to scream, "oh come on, you guys did it to! isn't that why i'm here?" but he figured that would make his point even worse. he'd turned out to be a problem child. the type of kid nobody wants to have. the gossip of the town. rudolph would bet money that all of the other gallery owners throughout southern california were gossiping about the pan's sex addict son. it would have been eighty times more preferably if he would have been gay instead. in fact, his parents probably would have embraced that. but for this, they sent him away. rudolph sighed and suddenly had a craving for a smoke. he'd only smoked about twenty times in his life, and they weren't all that recent either. but still, he craved one. needed one, almost. he couldn't succumb to another addiction, however. "there's one thing you need to keep rudolph, and that's your dignity.

[/i]" "i wish i had a cancer stick right now." did i ever mention that rudolph isn't very strong willed?

the only reason why rudolph even said that he needed a smoke is because he figured marilyn would have one. i mean, what kind of druggie sex addict hot female person didn't have one? or twelve. or however many came in a pack, rudolph wouldn't know. he smiled and wasn't quite sure why. he also didn't know why he needed a smoke so bad. wait. wait. wait. "shit.[/i]" that stupid feeling again that he loved so much. that stupid feeling that made him do stupid things. fuck, fuck, fuck. rudolph hated that feeling so much. and he had to do something to get rid of it. hm. what could he do? what could he do? what could he-- bingo. "hey, i still haven't unpacked my stuff yet. maybe wanna come over tomorrow and help? i have a lot of, uh, stuff." well, that came out way stupider than planned. "what hell did i just do what the hell did i just do what the fucking hell did i just fucking do.[/i]" remember when i said rudolph wasn't a strong willed person? yeah, i lied.

outfit.
@ mari with mari
six hundred seventy one.
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[marilynmahdavi]

mari reached for her phone and pulled it neatly out of her pocket, flicking it open and adding his number quickly, repeating the numbers quietly to herself as she typed them in, her dark purple nail polish chipping on her phones minuscule keyboard. "six three oh, oh two oh three." she murmered, shutting her phone and slipping it back into her pocket. she cleared her mind and her troubled thoughts and told herself to focus on rudolph, as if he could take her worries away. they sat in what seemed to be the fifth awkward silence that day. if only mari could find the right words to say, but she just sat there dumbly, her mouth open as if she were going to say something. maybe rudolph was expecting her to. she closed her pink lips swiftly, hoping he'd bring the conversation back up, like he had been doing for the duration of their conversation. man, she was stupid when it came to talking with others. even if it was a boy. she always stumbled over the wrong words, said the weirdest things. she hoped rudolph wasn't too concerned with that.

'so, uhhh, how long have you been here?' finally, something to get them talking again. "two days. what about you?" she asked, the charismatic smile returning to her face, which, since her depressing thoughts, had gone limp and emotionless. rudolph seemed to go through more thought. and then, he said something she didn't expect him to say. 'i wish i had a cancer stick right now.' such a nice term for a cigarette. of course, she always had a pack on her. she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out some newports, her favorite cigarette. malboros and camels were nice, too, but nothing compared to a newport. she handed him one and picked one out for herself, pulling out a small black lighter from the same pocket and lighting her cigarette up swiftly. she handed rudolph the lighter, wondering how many times he had smoked in his life. he didn't strike her as a smoking type. could he handled a strong newport? she took a long drag and began blowing smoke circles, which floated in the air and then disappeared into the cold air. she had been smoking for a long time, she knew many tricks and smoking games. wouldn't it be wild if rudolph was into marijuana, too? he probably wasn't, but it'd sure be a coincidence.

she kicked her legs and continued smoking, looking up to see the clouds thinning away. patches of blue sky shone beneath the solid gray background, and she smiled slightly, glad to see the sun coming back. hopefully it would melt the snow away, and bring a little warmth to maine. fat chance, but it could happen. the tobacco burned steadily as she took yet another hit, feeling the distinct flavor wash over her tastebuds. mari wasn't exactly addicted to cigarettes, but she certainly enjoyed one every now and again. her pink lipstick wore off on the tan filter, and she rub it off with her fingers, the taste of lipstick interfering with the sweet newport.

'hey, i still haven't unpacked my stuff yet. maybe wanna come over tomorrow and help? i have a lot of, uh, stuff.' mari giggled at his awkward ending. "sounds good. unpacking is always a good time," she said, realizing she had to unpack her things as well. hopefully her and rudolph wouldn't do much packing at all, as promiscuous as that sounded. she slipped her cigarettes back into her pocket and flicked the ash of her still burning one. it landed bluntly onto the bleachers and she left it there, not bothering to sweep it off. "how does that newport taste? have you ever had one?" she asked, always willing to talk about any type of drug there was. she was good at talking about drugs. ha, one thing i'm good at, she thought bitterly.

you already know the outfit.
six hundred and seventy nine words
lol.

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[rudolphpan]

"sounds good. unpacking is always a good time," marilyn replied, eyes widening at something. rudolph didn't know whether to sob or scream, and he had to do something. he'd been smoking for a few minutes and was thoroughly enjoying it, so he decided to take a big-- cough. yeah, because that helps. "how does that newport taste? have you ever had one?" marilyn asked, as if on time. rudolph shrugged casually. "fuck, i don't really know. if i need a smoke, i'll smoke anything that won't make me stupid." drugs were something he'd never get involved with. ever. they were scary. he'd been to parties where friends would just pass out and girls would agree to fuck people they hated. drugs were crazy. and rudolph was pretty sure he couldn't handle any more stupidity in his life at that point in time. he took a drag and exhaled, half staring at his ball of smoke while marilyn's came out neat and in circles. how was she doing that? rudolph tried unsuccessfully and decided to give up just moments later. and so they sat for a few minutes again, awkward as i don't know what. well, scratch that. it wasn't awkward at all. it was like a scene out of a movie. two complete strangers, smoking together on the bleachers of some shitty stadium. rudolph just couldn't believe he was in it. why the fuck did he even start to get that feeling again?

this time it was more overwhelming. he didn't know quite what to do with it. tomorrow, he knew what was going to happen tomorrow. i mean, he doubted a single bag would be unpacked by the end of the day just because of the circumstances. in fact, he knew a single bag wouldn't be unpacked. it was obvious what was going to happen. they were going to have sex or something close to it, and that would be that. so much for getting over his addiction. rudolph took another drag and figured it'd be a good idea to kiss marilyn, right then and right there. the only issue with this idea was that he had no idea how to do that. kissing with cigarettes probably wouldn't even fucking taste right. rudolph imagined it and the image replayed in his head over and over again. how could he even manage? the cigarette only took about three of four seconds away from marilyn's mouth, so he'd have to time it around the third second so it looked completely untimed. and then how long would he have to hold the kiss for? obviously, rudolph wasn't really into kissing strangers. how long do you kiss a stranger for? seriously. they should have an application for that on the itouch. why didn't they have an application for that on the itouch? whatever. he had better things to worry about. rudolph didn't want to end up bumping noses or teeth or foreheads or anything. so he kind of just stared at marilyn for a minute, and honestly she probably thought it was a little creepy. it's not like it really mattered, anyway. if tomorrow went according to plan, his creepiness would soon be forgotten.

in his mind, rudolph pictured about seventeen ways of kissing her. she had kind of an awkward face shape and he just didn't want to. like. get bumped? rudolph took another drag and exhaled, looking onto the empty field. a flock of crows had decided to set up right in the middle, pecking at whatever the fuck they were pecking at. "looks like that bird from before brought some friends,

[/i]" rudolph thought and then chuckled softly. shit, he'd let his mind wander. he quickly re-adverted his mind to what he was thinking about before. how to go through with this thing. rudolph wondered if other guys thought about things like this so thoroughly. it'd be weird if it was just him, but then it would explain why he always got exactly what he wanted while his friends would end up waiting months. rudolph wondered exactly what his friends were doing at that moment, actually. it was a sunday afternoon. were they at church? "why the fuck does that even matter? focus, rudolph, focus.[/i]" rudolph still couldn't quite figure it out. so he decided to try and think about something else, ask questions that weren't strange or perverted, but too many came to mind. he wanted to know marilyn's birthday. yeah, because birthdays matter. birthdays. what was her favorite flavor cake? there are so many types of cakes out there, one had to be her favorite. right? "right? wait, what the fuck am i even--[/i]" rudolph took another drag and awkwardly blurted out, "when's your birthday? mine is august eleventh. i just want to know who's older?" atta boy.

outfit.
@ mari with mari
seven hundred ninety nine.
wink wink winkity winky wink wink .[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[marilynmahdavi]

mari watched as rudoph took too big of a drag and ended in a coughing fit. she giggled, remembering her early smoking days, when she hardly know how to flick a lighter. now, it came naturally to her, like walking, or riding a bicycle. smoking was a part of her instinct, as was doing drugs. it was a part of her. she couldn't imagine what she'd be like without drugs probably nice and kind, which seemed incredinly unfathomable to her. she didn't want to change. mari wasn't afraid of a lot, but change really did frighten her. she was so sure about herself, she didn't have a doubt about anything she did, said, acted, or felt. she knew who she was. that was probably why she didn't like hawthorne at all. it scared her... though she'd never admit it. did they really have the power to change her? no, they don't. i'll always be me. no matter what. she reassured herself, glancing at rudolph as he began speaking again. she had almost forgotten he was there while she had been wrapped in her thoughts. "not many smokable substances will make you stupid," mari pointed out, thinking of her beloved pot. she was still as clever and as sharp as ever. pot hardly made her stupid, only when she was incredibly high, with other people. at those times, she did act stupid. but it was short lived, and eventually she became sober again. why was marijuana illegal? no one has ever died from it, no one had ever sold their family to buy some. hell, even cigarettes were worse than pot. it would always be a mystery to her.

she looked up at rudolph, noticing him deep in thought once again. he seemed to be thinking too hard. for a moment, he looked up and met her eyes. she looked away quickly, taking a short peak at him a few moments later. he continued staring at her, especially her lips. why her lips? she coughed, unnerved, and suddenly it hit her, like a london bus. he was thinking about kissing, wasn't he? she couldn't help but smile, as dumb as it may look. she waited patiently for him to do it, but nothing came. she tapped her feet absentmindedly. still nothing. she pushed her hair up out of her face. nothing. she then speculated on weather or not rudolph was a shy boy. or perhaps just nervous, or confused. maybe she should make the move? she had always been a confident person. his focus was everywhere at once, though. first, he had been staring intently at her, now he watched the birds in the middle of the field. her brow furrowed. he was certainly an odd sex addict.

i might as well do it, she thought, hoping that's what he wanted. before she leaned in, he suddenly blurted out a question- an odd one, at that. "er, april fourteenth. ha! i'm older," she giggled, her eyes softening. now was as good of a time as ever. putting her cigarette down on the bleacher, she leaned in and pressed her soft pink lips against his, sparks fluttering in her mind. he tasted like newports and sprite. she ran her hands through his soft dark hair and leaned back, feeling her cheeks flush red. how embarrassing would it be if she had done the wrong thing? if she had interpreted his thoughts wrong? she looked away, nervous about what would happen next. maybe she shouldn't have done that...

you know the outfit.
five hundred and ninety three words
smooch smooch.

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[rudolphpan]

one moment, marilyn was telling rudolph about her birthday, and the next she was kissing him. her hands ran through his hair and then she leaned back, flushed red. she looked suddenly panic stricken, as if she did something wrong. rudolph, who was still trying to figure out why he hadn't reacted earlier, was confused for a moment and then realized, "ho shit. one more time, yeah?

[/b]" without even taking the time to think about it as he had before, rudolph placed his newport onto the bleacher and kissed her. he'd intended for that last one to last longer, and this one would live up to his expectation. she tasted like newports and something else rudolph just couldn't quite put his mind on. whatever it was, it was amazing. and then it was over, about thirty seconds later at least.

well, that was strange. like normally, it wouldn't have been strange. but it was. rudolph was a strange sex addict. they just kind of sat there for a few moments, mouths open and in "whaaat?" trances. it was pretty weird. normally, rudolph would have fully taken advantage of the situation. i mean, empty field. bleachers. it was like. yeah, you get my idea. but for some reason, he couldn't. fuck yes, he wanted to. and then he never wanted to speak to marilyn again. well, he'd want to talk to her but not have like a normal conversation. he tended not to do that with girls he'd had sex with. it was just awkward for him, and that's probably why he had become an addict in the first place. the forty second initial silence was getting old. rudolph was getting bored. tomorow. tomorrow the intense stuff would happen, yup. never fuck on the first meeting. ever. that was probably rudolph's only rule. but that didn't quite mean you couldn't make out on the first meeting. fuck, he wanted to. but he couldn't for some reason. making out on the bleachers seemed like something that would be awkward.

"so. what now?" rudolph asked, boyishly. it took all he had in him not to give that seventies wink thing that he did to all of his female friends that he hadn't fucked while flirting. i mean, what was there to do? it was quiet, the field was empty. the birds had flew away. how did they even manage to leave without him noticing? oh yeah, huh? would "unpacking" now hurt? it couldn't hurt. hell, they could unpack today and still unpack some more tomorrow. isn't that what people did? yeah, people did that. rudolph remembered diddy saying something about that on his television show. rudolph had never done that before. sometimes, it was wonderful to have a dorm all your own, wasn't it? "we could unpack today, if you want. i've got nothing else planned. and then tomorrow, i can help you unpack. because you're new too, right?" atta boy.



outfit.
@ mari with mari
four hundred eighty eight.
wink wink winkity winky wink wink wink winky sex wink .[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]