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Post by marilynmahdavi on Jan 22, 2011 16:11:09 GMT -5
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Mari had not done much exploring around Hawthorne's vast campus. She didn't poke around buildings or landmarks or anything like that, because frankly, she wasn't fucking interested. But today, the sun was shining and the skies were as bright as a bluebird. It wasn't too cold, like it had been. It was comfortable. A nice fucking day, how often did she enjoy one of those? She was always arguig or fighting or snapping someones neck, a relaxing walk would do her good. She deserved. Plus, she was bored. A very, very high.
She remembered her friend Nina telling her to go out and enjoy her high, when she first started smoking. Back then, Mari liked to lay around and eat chips. But, she couldn't do that anymore. That would get her fat, and she could not go through that. She was big enough. So, as a result of being bored, fearing obesity, and smoking a lot of weed, she decided to go for a little walk. There was a lake around here, somewhere. She had heard a few kids talking about it in one of her bullshit 'Drugs are Bad' classes. Maybe no one would be there, and she could smoke by the frozen lake. Enjoy some time out of her dorm, with her odd roommate.
She trekked along Hawthorne's snowy path, criticizing the bad shoveling job absentmindedly. Her hands were tucked in the pockets of her warm jacket, she really should have brought gloves. Her hands got cold easily. She breathed in the crisp winter air, and exhaled bitterness. It was how she always was. She was a huge bitch. But it was something she loved. She loved crushing others. Criticizing them, talking down to them. She had done this alone for the longest time, but now, it was as if she had a partner - Galileo, or as she better knew him, Lord Leo. The Lion. Simba. She hadn't been into nicknames before, but Leo had thrust them upon her, and everyone else, and now it was a code they went by. Mari adored her own nickname particularly. Shark, it was perfect for her. She shredded others to bits. Lady Marilyn. Like a queen. She snorted to herself.
Mari looked through the trees, finding herself on a wooded, quietly snowy path. Something glinting in the sunlight caught her attention. Large, glass-like. Ice. The lake! She hurried ahead, soon finding herself directly in front of the frozen mass of water. Not a soul was there. She smiled, yet still regretting the decision to not wear gloves. She traipsed forward, sitting down at a picnic table adjacent to the lake. She pulled out a fat joint and a lighter. A perpetual smile on her lips. But not for long. The sound of another person in the area distracted her. She groaned and shoved her goodies back into her pocket, instantly annoyed. "Who the fuck is there?" She snarled, silently hoping it was Cameron. It'd be nice to throw her into the icy lake. Fucking cockey Dumpster Rat.
words , five hundred and nine.
outfit , click
tagged , hillary with galileo c:
notes , drugs are bad. <3
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Post by galileokahn on Jan 22, 2011 17:13:50 GMT -5
galileo wasn't particularly fond of the weather in maine. it was constantly cold and the trees were nearly bare. the watery snow would pierce his feet through the cheap vans cloth and he'd always feel like he was going to catch an awful cold. back in california, it would have been like mid-spring by then. he'd be able to wear shorts and he wouldn't have to worry about soaked feet after coming back from a walk. nonetheless, leo enjoyed this new place. he liked change, especially quick, life-altering change. in his pretty-boy life on the other side of the country, nothing ever changed. he'd come home from school and irresponsibly leave his ten year old sister to her own devices in the kitchen while he retreated to his room to watch football lingerie on mtv2 or something. after that, his mother would come home with something from a restaurant she'd eaten at for lunch and scurry up to her office to continue with her designs. this happened every single day. of course, a boy like leo had a very complicated social life. sometimes he would go out and sometimes he wouldn't, but he honestly could not stand face-to-face contact. in some instances he could, but in most he could not. people made leo angry. people were fucking stupid. leo hated people. if he had the option to be the only man in the world, he would totally go for it.
anyhow, today was a day that leo had actually wanted to go out and talk to people. he was feeling quite opposite of himself. perhaps that was because the natural gases in the air were off a bit, from the frequent snow that had stopped only a few days before. the snow had almost all melted and all that was left were a few splotches of half melted ice. it was a very nice day; even someone like leo couldn't even resist going out. as he strolled in the crisp, cool winter air, leo played with his breath. he figured that maybe blowing circles with the condensation from his breath would be basically the same as blowing circles from a cigarette. quite frankly, it was. and so with hands jammed in sweater pockets and wet circles blowing from his mouth, leo decided that going to the lake would be a very good idea. leo liked water, he had always had a thing for water.
it only took a few minutes for him to reach the lake. upon arrival, he realized that there was a girl sitting on a bench, smoking. galileo's smile grew wide. he could have used a smoke-- not to mention a girl. he decided to approach her. when he was about six steps away, the girl suddenly looked flustered and hid her "cigarette". "who the fuck is there?" she snapped. leo took a look at her face? handsome shark, was that her? "don't fucking talk to me like that, you handsome ass shark."
it's absolute shit.
he's wearing a gray hoodie and a blue sweater and a pair of jeans.
four hundred ninety six words.
@mari with mari
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Post by marilynmahdavi on Jan 23, 2011 13:41:20 GMT -5
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dear god. did she know this person? she did. fucking leo. a small, devilish smile crept over her lips. "sorry, my lord. i was sort of hoping you were cameron. i apologize for my hostility, but, you know, i'm a shark. instinct." she said, standing up from the picnic table and approaching him with hesitance. she had never talked to him outside a chatbox online. natural curiosity got the best of her.
"i figured a lion would have more mane-like hair. you know, if you grew it out, it could be accomplished." she smirked, joking with him. leo's mane would look more like an afro, and then she'd be forced to call him Jewfro by the laws of the universe, and she figured he wouldn't like that. "On second though, maybe you should just keep it the way it is. It's not the mane that counts, it's the roar, the bite!" she said, laughing at her own words. she turned to the lake , gazing at the vast expanse of ice.
"what brings you to the lake?" she asked, honestly interested. she knew why she was here. perhaps leo wouldn't mind her smoking weed. maybe he was okay with that stuff - as if he didn't mind it, but didn't smoke it. leo didn't seem to get butt hurt about anything. even the senseless bullshit spewed by cameron and her 'brother' aleksei didn't get on his nerves. and it didn't get on hers, either. cameron was a peasant. she had no values. dirty little english girl.
marilyn knew she was being mean, but she didn't give a fuck. it was who she was. leo was just like her. rude. an asshole. these were characteristics that she did not mind, not one bit. because she was an asshole, too. she was a rude little bitch. and, in a way, she was proud of it. if anyone tried to fuck with her, she'd snap their neck, and she needed to make that clear. she needed to destroy cameron, to help assert her dominance. damn, how was she going to plan this?
words , three hundred fifty six [low, i know]
outfit , click
tagged , hillary with galileo
notes , sorry for the really low word count :/
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