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Post by jeffreemarccollen on Dec 29, 2010 13:58:18 GMT -5
  The cold air nipped at the boy's cheeks as he patiently waited for the girl to arrive. Leaning against a wall, he allowed his mind to drift ever-so-slightly. There was no doubt he was nervous as shit, but that was expected, girls just-did that. However, there was something about Eliza that just irked his curiosity.. something he couldn't quite put a finger on, but it was something alright. Sighing, Jeffree glanced about the scene cautiously, to his dismay,she still hadn't arrived.
Hopefully she wasn't one of those chicks that stood up just about anyone she felt like messing with, but he wasn't in the least bit sure. Although on the chat she seemed nice enough, Jeff made a note for himself to basically, watch out. He'd dated plenty of girls similar to her, and none of them effected the junior's life in a good way, not at all. Putting other thoughts aside, Jeffree eagerly dug into his pocket, franticly searching for his lighter, and hastily rolled joint. He wasn't in the slightest a druggie, but he figured a few hits would take off the edge, and hell, maybe she'd think he was cool or something for it.
After lighting the joint, the boy promptly placed it between his lips, his fingers balancing it with practiced ease. After a few seconds, he took a long drag, letting the smoke lighten up his insides, before exhaling. Already it felt great, his apperance now relaxed, all tension had pretty much left. Now all he had to do was wait, smoke, and wait. And being the nice guy that he was, Jeff had even chipped in and scored Eliza a joint too, just to be polite of course. Though he hadn't brought any drinks like they'd orginally planned, the risk of doing something really life-altering was far too high for him. Although he'd still probably take a few swigs if she ended up bringing some, he was in no state to go back to the past, not when he was doing so good.
With another drag and exhale, Jeffree retained his patient state, relaxing in the cold winter air. Damn.. she better hurry up.. so fucking cold.. [/color] He lectured, rubbing his arms once more. The guys on the chat were right, who the fuck doesn't bring a sweater to Maine..[/blockquote][/center] WORDS: 436 or so
TAGS: Eliza
COMMENTS: I'm terrible at starters ._.
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Post by eliza on Dec 29, 2010 22:31:10 GMT -5
  Eliza grabbed the bottle of alcohol out of her mattress and she smiled. She was going to party with Jeffree on the roof tonight. It was also a possibility that Gavin would be partying with her later. She was kinda upset that Hawthorne had stuck Gavin in isolation for so long for brining in a huge shipment, it meant that she was cut off from her supplier for that long. It didn’t make her very happy that was for sure. She made her way out the door. She was happy that May wasn’t in their room, she didn’t want to deal with her roommate any more than necessary, so it was a good night for her to just sit on her computer and talk to people, but when people like Rudy make comments, she wants to punch them. She wasn’t judging him for being here was she? Hell no. But he was judging her for anything she did. She shook her head. If only he knew. Knew the whole story. She didn’t care, she hadn’t told anyone the whole story yet. She didn’t plan on it either. Hence why in therapy they were always trying to find out why she started drinking and smoking. She made her way to the roof and smiled. Jeffree was leaning against the wall. She went over and jumped up onto it, sitting down. ”Mmm. Made it.” she said with a smile. She was content staying and drinking and smoking and doing anything she please, since of course bed checks wouldn’t happen tonight. WORDS ;; 250ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Jeffree OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by jeffreemarccollen on Dec 29, 2010 23:07:22 GMT -5
JEFFREE, IS COMIN'.. TO TOWN.
[/color] The clicks and taps of footsteps could be heard quite audibly from the stairwell. Almost instantly, his heart quickened, and his eyes eagerly jerked to where the person in question would appear once atop the stairs. To his luck, it was Eliza, in the flesh. Warmth flooded over his face as he looked at her, his stomach turned. There was no doubt..she was drop-dead-gorgeous. Which was the problem. As she sat on the wall aside him, Jeff smiled sweetly, taking a short puff of smoke in before pulling the blunt from his lips. Tossing it to the ground, he smudged it into the floor, extinguishing any remaining light. Exhaling rather nervously, he glanced back over to the girl, and looked her right in the eye. " Thought you stood me up.." He said in a low, thankful voice. Blushing a little, he turned his head in embarrassment, staring blankly at the ground. Jeffree was hardly good in these situations, he almost always managed to screw up. His nerves were already beggining to get the better of him, not good. Managing to suck it up, Jeff looked back at the girl, biting his lip as he quickly looked over her body, not that he'd ever do anything without her consent.. or with her say for that matter. Clearing his throat to clear the silence, he prepared for speech. " I chipped in and brought you an extra joint I had layin' around.. If you want it? "[/color] He offered kindly, digging the rolled paper from his pocket and extending a hand to set it down on the wall next to her. Crossing his arms, the junior eyed her curiously as he leaned back against the wall, attempting to look semi-'cool'. " So. Tell me about yourself? You really interest me y'know? "[/color] He asked, laughing lightly, not really noticing the extent of his awkwardness till' a few seconds later. Hopefully she didn't mind.
WORDS: 415 give or take
OUTFIT: blah, don't feel like posting it again *look at first post*
COMMENTS: Eh, Kinda typed this up too fast
LYRICS: lolol, santa claus is coming to town
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Post by eliza on Dec 30, 2010 19:33:08 GMT -5
Eliza grabbed the bottle of alcohol out of her mattress and she smiled. She was going to party with Jeffree on the roof tonight. It was also a possibility that Gavin would be partying with her later. She was kinda upset that Hawthorne had stuck Gavin in isolation for so long for brining in a huge shipment, it meant that she was cut off from her supplier for that long. It didn’t make her very happy that was for sure. She made her way out the door. She was happy that May wasn’t in their room, she didn’t want to deal with her roommate any more than necessary, so it was a good night for her to just sit on her computer and talk to people, but when people like Rudy make comments, she wants to punch them. She wasn’t judging him for being here was she? Hell no. But he was judging her for anything she did. She shook her head. If only he knew. Knew the whole story. She didn’t care, she hadn’t told anyone the whole story yet. She didn’t plan on it either. Hence why in therapy they were always trying to find out why she started drinking and smoking. She made her way to the roof and smiled. Jeffree was leaning against the wall. She went over and jumped up onto it, sitting down. ”Mmm. Made it.” she said with a smile. She was content staying and drinking and smoking and doing anything she please, since of course bed checks wouldn’t happen tonight. Eliza smiled back as he smiled at her. She could smell that he was smoking some good weed. Probably not like the dro that she had back in her room, but good weed none the less. When he stamped out the embers she looked up into his eyes. ”Me, stand a party up, that I said should happen. Never” she said with a smirk. It was true. She would never stand a person up if they wanted to party. Of course it depended on what would be there. Weed and Alcohol and she would go. Only heavier drugs and she’d pass. She wasn’t one for crack or heroin. Those drugs messed with more than just your body. They fucked your brain up and hard. Eliza smiled as he said that he got her a joint. As he sat it next to her, she put the bottle of vodka down next to it and picked it up. She brought it to her lips and held it there as she grabbed her lighter out of her pocket and lit it up. As she inhaled the smoke she let out a sigh. Like she had said in chat. It had been all day without a smoke or a drink. She had done good, until now of course. She layed down on the little edge and put her knees up. Taking another drag before she held it out towards him. ”About me? I’m an alcoholic, druggie, sex addict, who suffers from idiotic phobias. All the reasons why I’m here. My parents are rich, so people called me spoiled. I’m not spoiled.” she said as she looked over at him. She didn’t care what he thought of her. WORDS ;; 300ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Jeffree OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by jeffreemarccollen on Dec 30, 2010 21:32:26 GMT -5
 
JEFFREE, IS COMIN'.. TO TOWN.
[/color] As the girl reassured him with her statement, he sighed. Maybe everything the guys said on the chat was 100% true. Jeff had always seemed to think these so called bad-girls would be different, but it was beginning to look like he was totally wrong. Money and sex seemed to be all they cared about, not love.. or friends. And it broke his heart to know that they'd never get to experience anything along those terms, it was terrible to watch. Jeff looked back at her as she exclaimed herself, and to his dismay, she was proving their points. Peering over at the vodka she'd set down his mind lost its bearings for a good minute. He hadn't had something as effective as vodka for weeks, but if she offered him some.. he knew he wouldn't be able to say no. Thoughts began to gnaw painfully at his brain, but he managed to think-up a witty reply. Inhaling deeply, he moved his hazel eyes up towards her's. " ... I think you're better than that ... "[/color] The boy said in a hushed, broad voice. Maybe it'd effect her, maybe it wouldn't, but she needed to be told that from someone. He left it silent after that, not breaking his view in the slightest.
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OUTFIT: in first post
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Post by eliza on Dec 31, 2010 4:52:14 GMT -5
Eliza returned the joint to her lips and took another long drag. She wasn’t going to deal with any bullshit like she had in the chat. That wasn’t like her. Although James would beg to differ. But that was because James had ownership over her. Aleksei kinda did too, but she didn’t let him do anything other than mark her as well. She realized something at that point. Technically two sociopaths were the ‘owners’ of her. Fuck. Just what she needed. Two people that absolutely hated each other, were in some way control over her. That’s how fucked up her life was right now. Aleksei was more of the rash, I don’t give a fuck guys. James was more of the thinker, contemplating everything he did, if only a little too cautiously. They were two completely different guys with the same problem. She didn’t understand their problem, but it didn’t matter. It was still their problem. When she heard Jeffree talk she sat up. He didn’t think she was like that… Like what? A spoiled brat? An alcoholic, druggie, sex addict, paranoid freak? She didn’t really care at this point either. ”Thanks,” she said softly as she jumped down off the edge. She didn’t know which he was talking about, but either way, it didn’t change much. ”Tell me about yourself. I’m sure you got to see a lot of me in the chat more than you wanted probably” she said as she took another drag, but this time holding in the smoke. As soon as she released it she grabbed at the vodka. She took a drink and smiled. ”Want some?” she asked. It could be taken two ways, one for the vodka, the other for the weed. She’d share either of them. She wasn’t picky at all. WORDS ;; 300ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Jeffree OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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