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Post by benjy on Nov 8, 2009 1:58:08 GMT
The scrawny teenager was happily curled up in his warm bed. The thick comforter was pulled up over his shoulders and tucked in around his neck, keeping out any traces of the cold air that was just waiting to make him shiver. Benjy wasn't planning on waking up anytime soon, but his plans were soon changed when someone decided it was cool to drive past his house and blow their horn. A groggy grumble was given and his head lifted from the pillow in his attempt to find out who the jackass was, but he didn't recognize the car that was passing by, and so he just laid his head back down, set on falling back asleep. He laid there for who knows how long before he realized that he wasn't getting back to sleep and he hauled himself out of bed, nearly face planting in the process, but hey, atleast he was up, even though he didn't want to be. The clock on his dresser told him it was only about ten in the morning, which meant that nobody was going to awake in his house yet and it ruled out the possibility of him going into the 'music' room and fucking around with one of the numerous instruments in there.
Benjy hauled himself over to his closet, where he pulled on the first thing that his hands touched, which meant that the jeans he had on were the ones he had worn yesterday to lounge around the house in. His palm patted against his pockets to check that he had his phone and cigarettes. He headed out of his room, grabbing a belt on the way and threading it through the loops as he bounced down the stairs and to the front door, where he just stepped into the first pair of shoes that he could dig out of the shoe cloest. As he went to head out of the door he suddenly remembered his retainers and his contacts. Yeah, he was the kind of person to pass off his blurry sight as just waking up despite the fact he knew that he needed to put them in. He ran up the stairs, only to have to stop his headlong pursuit as he came to his Dad's door so he could tiptoe past, and that was the pace he kept into the bathroom. He picked the plastic retainers out of their case and ran them under the water, before putting them into his mouth, and biting down enough to make sure they were actually in. Again, he nearly forgot his contacts, but stopped himself and doubled back to get them and put them in with a few drops of saline solution.
Finally, he was ready and back down the stairs and out of the house he went. Benjamin decided against driving, if only because that would be he would have to go back into the house and get his keys, plus he techinically wasn't allowed to drive without a liscensed adult. As he walked, he fidgetted with the bottom buttons on his plaid shirt, but it wasn't because he had an issue with them, it was because he was thinking. It was a habit of his to have to be messing with something when he was concentrating on something. It was why he believed he was pretty decent at playing music. His wandering brought him infront of the local Starbucks, and so his mind was pretty much made up. Pushing into the store, he merged with one of the already formed lines, slightly surprised at the number of people already in the coffee house.
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Post by alexandra morgana king on Nov 8, 2009 4:54:23 GMT
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[/i][/color]lexandra was absolutely tired as could be. Her alarm clock, no matter how cute, and fuzy it was, was the devil in disguise. Yes, it was mostly her fault it had gone off at five in the morning, her normal weekday time to get up, which usually gave her time for a shower, get dressed, do her hair and makeup, etc. But it wasn't a bloody weekday! So she didn't want to be up that early, but as soon as her alarm went off, she rolled off her bed, and landed painfully on her hard wood floor with a thud, and a groan only seconds later, then a whisper of,"The hell was that?!" Heard head having popped up, a huge red mark gracing her forehead. --- T[/i][/color]hough she was tired, she has gotten up anyways and taken a long shower, then threw on the first outfit she had seen that matched. A black tanktop, and a trip skirt, grabing one of her many jackets off the floor of her closet, yes, the floor, she didn't have enough room in her one closet, having a two bedroom apartment all to herself, while her father, who was 'away' was paying the rent for it, and sending her a monthly allowance, which was a lot, and still managing to stay away from her at the same time. She had the most loving father in the world, not. After reaching her door, she had slipped, and fallen face frst, into the door, resulting in a string of non child friendly words, and a bang to the floor by the grouchy old man below her. Resulting in her banging on the floor right back at him, then the floor above her being banged on, then the walls on both sides, until she had finally had enough and yelled," Go to sleep you old bags!" Well, the beating did stop, and she pissed off some old people, oh well. --- A[/i][/color]fter that, she had sat on her sofa for the next few hours, holding her aching head, and moaning in pain, until she finally decided,' Screw sitting here! Gosh I need something to wake me up! Maybe a hospital too.' Then walked slowly out her door, making sure not to get hurt going down the stairs. As she made it to the ground floor, she had cursed loudly, she forgot her keys, sighing she just started walking, she wasn't that far from Starbucks anyway, so it wouldn't kill her, unless she had another 'lucky' streak and ran into a pole some how, which could happen. As she reached Starbucks, unharmed, she sighed happilly, hopefully she could make it back just as well as she made it there. Stepping into the store, she shrugged her jacket off, and stepped into line, her finger twidling with her nose ring as she yawned softly, she so needed this coffee, maybe she should get iced coffee, that could help. She pulled from right beneath the bottom of her skirt, where she had a little pouch setup for her phone, ipod, and wallet, because the skirt she had worn had no pockets, and she quickly snatched out her phone, a sleak black, purple, and green raor, custom made for her, and incredibly expensive, and checked for messages, then put it back, and glanced around. No one she knew was there. There was no one to moan, groan, and bitch at for all her problems. --- S[/i][/color]o, she started doing what every smart person would do, she jammed her ipod in her ears, and turned it up as loud as she could, which was real loud, especially on the song it was on, and stood there, waiting for the line to go faster, nobody could blme with how shitty she felt so far, and that was just plain old bad, with all the bad luck she had, she would be lucky if her coffee was right, and that she'd make it to her apartment untouched, and unhurt. She plucked one of her ear buds from her ear, and let it hang over her shoulder, and glanced around her, it was rather boring in Starbucks, really boring actually. Yes, she was different today, but who wouldn't be on a day like hers? The next day she'd mostlikely be happy go lucky again, maybe in a little pain though. But that would be OK, because her alarm clock would be dead, because when she gets home, she is unplugging it and throwing it in her guest bedroom, then getting a new one, and naming it Bob, yes, her old one being Bill, so take that Bill. --- Y[/i][/color]es, she had officially lost it, she needed coffee, and soon. Or she would become crazier, and start laughing to herself, then run out of Starbucks, and go home to her icecream, which would make her seem crazier, and she really didn't need that, so closing her eyes, she mumbled," Stupid Effing alarm clock started this junk. Making me seem crazy." She looked at the floor and just stared at it, then on impulse, yawned loudly. She needed sleep, and badly, staying up till one the night before didn't help, she had been working on a song she would play for her dad, for his birthday, the only day he came and say her other than the holidays. As soon as she had got into the bed, she was snoring softly, and dreaming of dancing gummi bears, along with getting a drumset and her own house. Finally coming back to reality, her ipod blasting Nymphetamine Fix by Cradle of Filth into her ears, she sighed, and shifted, successfully droping her phone, and stash of sweets, along with the stash of her friend smokes, having held them for her one night when they went out. Also which she had been tempted so many time's to start smoking, having smoked when she was younger and missing the feeling of it. She had done a lot of things when she were younger, after her mom had died and left her and her dad alone, then her dad leaving for weeks at a time didn't help much, she missed her wild streaks, a lot. [/blockquote] status[/i][/color] finished tagged[/i][/color] benjamin samuel lanner word count[/i][/color] One-Zero-Three-Zero notes[/i][/color] that my friend, IS my longest post, ever. booyah. I'm sorry, I started rambling. setting[/i][/color] HOME! outfit[/i][/color] Outfit credits[/i][/color] keaaa[/blockquote] |
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Post by benjy on Nov 8, 2009 16:26:04 GMT
If there was one thing that he hated, it was waiting in a line. He was fine when it came to hanging out in a crowd around a bands merch tent. In fact, he'd probably be okay with standing in a line if the line didn't have to be single file, or if he was able to smoke. Surprisingly, the fact that alot of places were smoke-free these days didn't bother him, since most of those places also had an outside area, which was sort of the case with this place. His hazel eyes gazed out the window as he shifted his weight restlessly. He was sure, that if people would do the smart thing and move off to the side instead of just standing there like pigeons, then things would move along faster, but no, people this early in the morning had to act like pigeons. Was it obvious that the normally good natured Benjy was abit cranky in the morning? Yeah, like most smokers, he needed his morning nicotine to help shake his natural morning grumpiness and lessen the time it lasted. Oh well, as soon as he got his coffee he could go outside and solve his issue.
Hearing someone drop something, he twisted around to see who it was and what had been dropped, but only out of curiosity. It wasn't like he was going to point or laugh. Nothing like that. After all he didn't know the girl, now, if he had known her, then he would probably do what he did to his other friends and laugh. But atleast then it was friendly and teasing. The moment his eyes landed on the pack on the floor, he instinctivly touched his front pocket to make sure that his own hadn't somehow jumped out of his pocket. After a split second of debate, he decided to be a gentleman and stooped to collect the things the girl had dropped. From the looks of it, someone had a sweet tooth, or someone was trying to rot her teeth before she was twenty. Straightening up, he held out the phone and pack of cigarettes to her first, before handing over the candy. "Coffee doesn't have enough sugar for you?" He teased in a friendly way as he cocked his head to one side, evening out the small crooked smile that had appeared on his lips.
When his hands were free, he backed up to the counter, still watching the girl for a moment, before turing around to look into the face of the current cashier. "Can I just get the coffee of the week?" He asked in a rather polite voice, and once he received the nod from the worker, he glanced back over his shoulder at the girl. "What did you want?" Awe, look how nice Benjy was being, he was going to save some girl who he had just met time and money. It wasn't like he had a use for the extra money he had anyways. It also probably helped that she seemed like one of those people who wasn't going to look down her nose at him, just because he looked different. After all, she was pretty different looking herself. Another signature smile appeared on his lips, but this time he didn't have to cock his head to even it out, seeing as it was an actual full grin. For someone going through morning grumpiness, he sure was friendly, no?
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Post by alexandra morgana king on Nov 9, 2009 23:40:22 GMT
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[/i][/color]lexandra was about to stoop down and get her stuff, but she was beat to it, as the stranger stood up and handed her stuff over. she grinned at him and said," No, no, with the day I've had so far, getting drunk would help me more than candy and coffee put togethor." Slipping the pack in her pouch first, then the candy, then her phone. She then shrugged and said," What ever gets rid of this headache helps, whether candy, coffee, or picking up smoking, I don't care." She laughed and smiled at him, forcing most of the smile. She still didn't feel all that well, and she had the feeling of wanting to shoot something. --- B[/i][/color]linking slowly, she pulled the other ear bud from her ear, and paused her ipod, pulling the ear buds, and wire that connects them into one hand, and said," A vannilla iced coffee with extra vannilla, I guess, I need something high in sugar!" Then laughed. Oh did she wish she had something to make her feel better. Stupid fuzzy alarm clocks named Bill. She would make sure to dispose of it when she got home, if she made it, key word if. With her luck, it would be an if, not an and, not a but, an if. --- S[/i][/color]he then shrugged, and looked at him, and asked," Do you go to Miarell Academy, it's like I've seen you before." She tilted her head to the side, and grinned at him, it was like she had seen him before somewhere, but with all of her brain damage, she couldn't think of where she had, she needed that coffee, and badly. No matter what it cost, she would get her coffee, well, if it was killing someone, then hell no, she would not try for the coffee, she'd go home and make her own. Or get some from a neighbor. Maybe some tylenol while she was at it. --- W[/i][/color]hilst her thinking quest, a little imaginary light bulb appeared above her head as something clicked in her pained mind, she looked at him again and said," Oh, and I'm Alexandra, call me Lexi, or Xan. You may be?" Grin still playing on her lips as she pulled her phone out and checked it, then was tempted to smack herself in the head, none of her friends were up by then. Absolutely none of them, well maybe one, but that would be all, them being either fast asleep from drinking the night before, or fast asleep from hitting the clubs, both of which she hadn't got to do. [/blockquote] status[/i][/color] finished tagged[/i][/color] benjamin samuel lanner word count[/i][/color] Waaay to lat to check notes[/i][/color] pshh. fail. setting[/i][/color] HOME! outfit[/i][/color] Outfit credits[/i][/color] keaaa[/blockquote] |
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Post by benjy on Nov 10, 2009 22:18:54 GMT
He looked from her and back to the man behind the counter, as if to confirm the fact that he was infact buying her this. Pulling out his wallet, he waited patiently until he got the total, and then handed over the bill, before moving off to the side of the line, letting who ever was next in line go ahead an order. See, if only everybody was smart enough to do this, or maybe it was the employee's fault. After all, they could ask who was next which would sort of make the person who had already ordered move. He returned his wallet to his back pocket, and pulled his cellphone out of his front, being careful not to knock the pack of cigarettes in the same pocket onto the floor. He unlocked the touch screen and opened up the new text that was atleast three days old. That went to show that whoever had sent the message wasn't that important to him.
He closed the opened text without answering as he looked up to the girl, which was only polite seeing as she had asked a question. "Yeah." He started, only to have to pause and glance down so he could lock his phone. Glancing back up, he gave an apologetic grin and then continued with his previous answer. "You've probably seen me in your classes. I pretty sure we're there for the same thing." He wasn't entirely sure, but she did infact seem familiar, which would mean that she was in most, if not all of his classes. Who knows, they might of even been in the music studio at the same time one day. He tended to hang out there during lunch, even though he would've rather gone home and gotten something edible to eat.
The employee set the cup down on the counter, and Benjy turned to pick them both up, offering out the one that had been pointed out as hers. As for his own, it turned out to be black coffee with blueberry flavouring added. Even though he wanted to take a drink as soon as he got it, he resisted and instead did the smart thing, which was wait for it to cool off. Nobody liked a burnt tongue, especially since it was impossible to put something to soothe the burn on a tongue. Yet again, he met the girls gaze when she spoke, and the fact that she was giving her name first made Benjy feel like abit of a jerk, but he'd get over it. "Nice to meet you. I'm Benjamin, call me Benjy if you want." He returned, a light smile appearing on his face, before disappearing as he finally took the first sip of his coffee, wincing when he discovered it was still hot, but not hot enough to cause him any real pain.
Benjy took a step towards the door, before looking back at Xan, and decided against going out into the cold and just wandered towards the back of the coffee house. Upon finding a seat in a more secluded location, he was careful to sit so that his back was to the management, as well as the rest of the restaurant, and it was for a good reason - or atleast a good reason in his mind. Setting down the warm cup on the tabletop, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and then his pack, where he just took one of the cigarettes out, and lit it, before stuffing the lighter back into the pack and then the pack back into his pocket. Unlocking the screen on his phone, the first thing to pop up was a new message and unlike last time, this one was one that needed to be answer. He pecked in the quick reply to his Dad, before looking up from the phone and taking a deep drag off of the cigarette, before exhaling through his nose. He didn't bother glancing back to see if Xan had even fallowed him, he figured if she wanted company, she'd come of her own accord.
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