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Post by gabelangley on Mar 9, 2011 0:20:59 GMT -5
Gabriel had made sure to check for classes that would be using the art room at that time. There never seemed to be any there and he didn't believe they were suddenly going to show up just because he chose that day to go in there. Like when people used the phrase "It would just be my luck...blahblahblah." Maybe it did seem that way sometimes, but either it was already going to happen or it wasn't. It never really had anything to do with you, did it? He tossed his backpack to the side as he entered the room and looked around. It was actually pretty clean for an art room. He never really considered himself to have artistic abilities and certainly nothing exceptional. However, there was one thing he liked to do and it was fairly easy. That thing was to throw darts at paint filled balloons. The Professors seemed to think of it as art, anyways. He wasn't quite sure why, but if it was art then it was one artistical task he could accomplish. Even better, they had their own setup for this project. It just had to be fixed a little.
Gabe looked around the room until he noticed a blue tarp folded up on a table. He walked over and picked it up, allowing it to unfold and fall to the floor. It was still blue, but also a mixture of other colors from where they had failed to wash all of it out. For now it was dry, so he didn't have to worry about getting it on his clothes. He wasn't so sure that he would care if it did, though. He placed the tarp under and around the area where the balloons would go. On the far end of the room was the door to the supply closet. That's where the balloons and the paint was. It hadn't occurred to him that it might be locked, but as he turned the handle it gave and he pulled it open. If the Professor remembered that they forgot to locked it up, they'll come back. That could be bad news, but he figured he would take his chances. After all, they hadn't kicked him out yet, so why start now?
"Paper, glue, scissors...aha. There it is." He mumbled this to himself as he picked up half a box of balloons. Just below them was the paint he needed. Carefully Gabe placed the supplies on a table began blowing up balloons and filling them with paint. Just enough paint for it to have an effect. Although he was curious to see what would happen if he filled one up all the way. Probably a huge mess. Once he had enough, he began pinning them to the wall specifically picked out for this task. Honestly he felt quite ashamed to be spending his day after classes doing this. But what else did he truly have to do? Nowhere to go. Plus he had the day off from work. For once he wasn't spending it drinking. Once everything was in place, he picked up one of the darts and stood back behind a line that was placed on the floor with tape.
He never really took the time to aim it up with a balloon to try and hit it. He just aimed towards the general area and mostly ended up hitting one. It wasn't skill, though, just a bunch of luck. He used this same technique this time and sent it flying to the board. It barely managed to snag a balloon and ripped it open. What little bit of paint that was inside of it went flying out, partially on the board behind the balloon and the rest out onto the tarp on the floor. Gabe really had no intentions of cleaning up his mess when he was finished, but he didn't really want to trash the place either. Especially because if he got caught, that was more work he was going to have to do.
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WORDS - 671
NOTES - Um. Hi? Lol.
TUNES - None. ):
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Post by pinkythoms on Mar 9, 2011 3:23:08 GMT -5
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She had been feeling puckish as of late. Chances were, the idea of spring break fast approaching was fiddling with her already scant sense of judgment; all she could think about was the week-long orgy of awesome that would soon begin and dominate her existence for a time. It was all she could do to sit through an entire class with the excitement bubbling through her colorful little brain. There were days where she simply could not bear to show up at all, and instead spent her day pre-gaming--a common Pinky term used to describe preparing for binge drinking and partying by....well...binge drinking and partying.
This sacred act had brought her to the University grounds hours earlier, where she had been patrolling the male dorms for anyone who might like to keep her company for the afternoon. Sadly, all of her undergrad acquaintances seemed to be wrapped up in their studies, and she had wandered down the hallways in an aimless, tipsy daze before coming to the realization that there were probably better, more fun things to do around campus.
Daniella Joe Thoms, otherwise known as Pinky, had a very short attention span.
She switched priorities, and made her way into the main building where classrooms usually dredged the lives out of her friends--the thought that she would be subjected to this aspect of college life very soon made her tummy grumble unhappily. Or, it could have been that she was hungry. That was probably the case. A vending machine at the end of the main hallway, which was deserted, sang a siren song and lured her in for a bag of skittles--they went well with her knee-high rainbow socks. Tossing skittle after skittle into her mouth, she wandered about the eerily empty halls, peeking into each classroom curiously.
After skipping down a length of the hall, she slid across the waxy hardwood floor Risky Business style, and lost her footing. In the ensuing tumble, her pink Croc shoes flew off and vanished somewhere further down the way, and she laid on the floor for a while on her back, staring lazily at the vaulted ceiling and very slowly thinking through what had just happened. After a moment, she laughed aloud and slowly got to her be-socked feet. Her skittles lay scattered about the area, little dots of bright color that looked like gemstones. The green ones caught her eye, and she noticed that four of them were slightly arranged in a straight line--she followed it, logically.
The last green skittle rested on the threshold of a classroom door, and so she went inside. Pinky was in no way a sneaky person, and she entered the room loudly--both in volume and in general appearance. Her bubblegum-tinted mane was wildly teased, as if she had just come from a party (which, in a sense, she had), while her neon yellow tube top flashed around like lightning with every inebriated step and the frayed hems of her Daisy Dukes looking like whiskers which were trying in vain to keep her from bumping into things.
Someone was in the room, and was doing something weird. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was weird, and probably awesome.
"Oh herrooooooooo!"
she called out cheerily in her usual greeting. He was too far away and she was too intoxicated to make out his face, so she wasn't sure if they had ever met before; however, Pinky had a knack for making friends out of strangers pretty quickly, so she wasn't worried.
The teacher's desk looked very inviting, so she lifted onto her tiptoes and slid herself onto the edge, dangling her feet off of it and smiling in a friendly manner at the young man. "What are you doing, sexy beast?"
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WC: 630ish...I lost track o.O
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Post by gabelangley on Mar 9, 2011 20:19:38 GMT -5
Red now covered the bluish tarp, mostly in bits of splatter, but occassionaly in a big clump. He picked up another dart from the table and aimed towards the balloons again. Before he could throw it, he heard a noise outside the classroom. Not banging on pans loud, but enough for him to know someone was close by. He hoped they didn't need help, because it really wasn't his job to go out there and help them. Besides that, they would realize he was using the classroom if they hadn't already.
Again he focused on the balloons and tossed the dart towards a yellow one, where it missed and went straight into the board. Just as he was about to toss another, a loud noise behind him distracted him, sending the dart to the corner of the board. Well that was close, he told himself as he easily judged how close it was to being a complete miss.
"Oh herrooooooooo!"
Snapping out of it, he turned to see who had entered the classroom. Obviously from the voice he could tell they were female. The first thing he noticed as she made her way over to the teachers desk was her bright colored hair and clothes. His eyes travelled from head to toe as he took in her appearance; she definitely looked good to say the least. Apparently she liked to stand out and he could tell just by looking at her that her personality matched as well.
"What are you doing, sexy beast?"
He watched as she tilted her head as she asked this. Gabe smiled slightly and turned to pick up another dart. "Making a mess." He nodded his head over to the balloons on the wall. "You fill the balloons up with some paint and stick them to that wall. Then you take a dart and try to hit them." In demonstration, he aimed the dart in his hand at the yellow balloon he had been after before. It caught it in the middle and the balloon popped, orange paint splattering everywhere. "This is probably a really lame way to be spending my time, but I really have nothing better to do. Which is sad."
He looked down at the table where he had placed the darts. How was it possible that they only had five darts for a whole class? Walking over to the board, he pulled the darts from the board. The one that he had thrown in the corner was almost too high. A bit further up and he would have had to get a chair just to reach it. Keeping one in his hand, he placed the others back on the table. Holding out the dart, he started to offer it to her. Biting his lip, he started to pull it back after watching her. "I don't know how you normally are, but I'm pretty sure you aren't completely sober. So it's probably not a good idea if I offer to let you try, is it?" He smiled and turned back to the board, tossing the dart at it. Only this time instead of hitting a balloon or the board, it sailed past it and into the window.
"Oh shit." Here he was, telling her she shouldn't play, yet he obviously can't hit the board even when sober. Walking over to the window, he studied it. Since he didn't throw it that hard, there wasn't much damage to it. Still someone was likely to notice it. He picked up the dart from the floor. "Well that wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 599
NOTES - Forgot his clothes: shirt, pants, shoes
TUNES - Still none.
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Post by pinkythoms on Mar 9, 2011 22:23:43 GMT -5
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One of her baby blues squinted to naught but a sliver as she peered at him. He had nice style--simple, but sexy. Those were two of her favorite adjectives in the entire world. A smile quickly returning to her face, she closed her eyes and shimmied further onto the desktop, giving her rear end an extra wiggle just for funsies. Her rainbow-clad feet kicked out slowly before her in time with one another, the colors blending into one bright blur and making her dizzy to watch them--she redirected her gaze back to the stranger.
"Making a mess," the stranger began. "You fill the balloons up with some paint and stick them to that wall. Then you take a dart and try to hit them." She watched him with obvious interest, the gears clicking in her fuzzy mind. Orange was one of her favorite colors, and she greatly enjoyed it when splatters of it spread across the area. "This is probably a really lame way to be spending my time, but I really have nothing better to do. Which is sad."
She waved him off errantly, a cheery tone in her voice. "I think it's neat. I love making messes." Suddenly, her feet were beginning to get to her, and she slid off of the desk. Once the soles of her socks hit the floor, she immediately leaned back onto the desk to regain her balance--tequila had a habit of lying dormant in her system for a bit before having a major effect, and it seemed to be acting a fool in her veins.
As he retrieved his darts, she couldn't help but watch his rear--it was just her thing. She didn't care in the least if he saw her doing it or not, and so when he turned around it took her gaze a bit to readjust to his face. A cheeky grin was plastered across her mouth, and she didn't try to hide it as he approached her with a dart in hand. Had she been a bit quicker on the draw, she would have snatched it from his palm and given it a go--but she knew that in her present condition it would be best to pass up the opportunity.
"I don't know how you normally are, but I'm pretty sure you aren't completely sober. So it's probably not a good idea if I offer to let you try, is it?" It seemed that her reputation proceeded her; that made her giggle. She watched as he threw the dart of his own accord, and winced visibly as it thwacked against a window pane. That didn't sound good.
"Oh shit." Pinky covered her mouth with her fingers, tapping against her lips lightly and hoping that he couldn't hear her twittering laughter. "Well that wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
"I'm Pinky,"
she stated simply, as if it were a perfectly normal time to be introducing herself. "And I am a bit drunk."
She couldn't help herself any longer. Her eyes wandered back to the young man's posterior region, and she finally commented. "I like your butt. Let's hang out. We could have a lot more fun than this is, I bet." A finger twirled through her bright pink tresses, and a hand rested on her hip to give her that oh-so-slightly tough air that she so frequently put on. If there was one person that you could ask about having fun, Pinky should always be the first choice.
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Post by gabelangley on Mar 10, 2011 0:24:22 GMT -5
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Gabriel was almost certain that he heard laughter as he studied the window one last time. But he didn't particularly care - he probably deserved it, right? Unexpectedly, she introduced herself. Somewhere between him almost breaking the window and her laughing at him, the opportunity for an introduction had presented itself. Clearly he had missed it. "That's a nickname, right?" He walked back over to the table and placed the dart on it. Already he was getting bored of this "game." It was something that happened to him at times; boredom presented itself when he really didn't want it and he ended up finding something else to entertain himself with.
"And I am a bit drunk."
He smirked and glanced over at all the balloons left intact. "Drunk is good, but too bad you didn't leave me any." Well, drunk was usually good in his case. Then again he had a bit of a drinking problem, that most people didn't know about. And most people didn't guess it because he was still managing to go to school and have a part time job. But where was he going to get money for drinks if he didn't have a job, right? Finally he turned back around to face her with her next comment.
"I like your butt. Let's hang out. We could have a lot more fun than this is, I bet."
Surprise took over his face, but only for a split second as he laughed. "So you want to hang out because you like my...butt?" Or perhaps those two didn't really go together and she only said it like that. Partial confusion, but did it truly matter? He shook his head. "Whatever the reason, I'm listening. What kind of fun did you have in mind?" There were all kinds of things that could be considered fun. It could involve more drinking, perhaps? Sex was always on the fun list, although most people wouldn't believe that he didn't sleep with every person he laid eyes on.
Both were on his "like list" but he didn't usually like to mix the two. As long as the other wasn't so drunk that they didn't know what they were doing, because that always lead to problems for him. Even worse if they were underage. Those weren't the only things on his fun list, however. He was up for a lot of things, truth be told. But being bored all day was not an option. While waiting for her to answer, it occurred to him that he had failed to mention his own name. Between asking her about her name and her following comment that had sparked his interested quite a bit, he had forgotten all about telling her who he was.
"I'm Gabriel, by the way. Some people call me Gabe, or Jayson from my middle name."
Funny story about his name, was that he hadn't met anybody with his name as their first name. But it seemed to be a very popular middle name and only made him wish that he had been called something else when born. Something less known, but something that sounded okay.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 538
NOTES - shirt, pants, shoes
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Mar 10, 2011 1:03:47 GMT -5
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"That's a nickname, right?" The question made her giggle again, in her typical girlish fashion. Some found it adorable. "My real name is Daniella. But that's lame." Enough said.
As previously stated, she had a short attention span. While the sexy one spoke, she gazed off around the room and wandered along the walls, inspecting the various canvasses, paints, and other shelved art supplies and blinking up at the occasional finished sketch or painting hanging above. Pinky didn't know much about art, but she liked the pieces that used bright colors and assumed that they were the best pieces in the room. Cupcakes were more her forte.
"Drunk is good, but too bad you didn't leave me any." This comment made her grin again; little did he know that she had stashed away bottle after bottle underneath her bed back in her dorm room. This might be something that she would share. "So you want to hang out because you like my...butt?" Fair point--it was an odd thing for anyone to say, really. "Whatever the reason, I'm listening. What kind of fun did you have in mind?"
She was intrigued with a painting of a rainbow, no larger than the palm of her hand, and spent several moments peering at it. Deeper and deeper she gazed, until she felt something wet and slightly sticky on the tip of her pert nose. She abruptly pulled away and turned back to her new acquaintance, oblivious to the purple dot in the center of her face. It occurred to her that it had been quiet for a bit, and she lazily began to fill the silence.
"Ohhh...I dunno. I have a few Hornitos bottles that need to be opened back at mi casa. Does that interest you?"
Pinky was often one to invite strangers over; one day, the habit may prove to get her in trouble, but so far everything was kosher. Most things Pinky said were innocent in nature, but the normal singsong lilt in her voice and the way she batted her long lashes sometimes made others expect differently.
"I'm Gabriel, by the way. Some people call me Gabe, or Jayson from my middle name."
"Oooh...both are pretty good. I'll have to switch it up." She was so excited about this new friend that the emotion seemed to bubble off of her skin--or perhaps it was the alcohol.
"So, Gabe-Gabriel-Jayson, want to blow this popsicle stand with me?"
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Post by gabelangley on Mar 10, 2011 1:42:16 GMT -5
"My real name is Daniella. But that's lame."
Her reply to his question was short and simple. And, of course, to the point. Just like his comment would be. "It's not." However, after saying this he didn't add more to it. She didn't look like she wanted to talk about the subject anymore, although he'll call her whatever she wants pretty much. So long as she answered to it. He leaned up against the table and watched as she walked around the room, examining the things that were left around. Art supplies, actual works of art - some were finished, some weren't. Gabe didn't look like the type of person who appreciated art, but he at least knew when he saw something that was better than anything he could ever attempt.
For awhile she didn't speak as she gazed at a painting of a rainbow. Somehow, even now that he just met her, it didn't surprise him that her attention was caught by a rainbow with lots of colors. Mostly bright colors, which she seemed to be attracted to quite a bit. He liked bright colors, especially involving his clothes, but it wasn't the only thing he liked to wear. If he hadn't been watching her so closely, he wouldn't have noticed the purple paint on the end of her nose. But before he could make any attempt to tell her that it was there, she began to talk.
"Ohhh...I dunno. I have a few Hornitos bottles that need to be opened back at mi casa. Does that interest you?"
Well, he wasn't quite sure what "mi casa" meant, but he was almost positive it referred to her dorm room. Or wherever she was staying. Smiling, he pretended to think it over, although his mind was made up the minute she mentioned the drink. "Sounds like it might be fun. Definitely more fun than this."
As he said this, he glanced around the room. Only art majors spend time in art rooms after class. Yet, he was not an art major and there he was. If anything, he should have spent time in one of the rooms for music. That was more up his alley than art. Why was she there, though? He wasn't the best judgement of age, so he wasn't sure if she even attended the college. Not that it really mattered. There was no harm in having friends younger than him, last he checked.
"So, Gabe-Gabriel-Jayson, want to blow this popsicle stand with me?"
He was amused at her use of his name, combining them together into one. Although it sounded awkward, but not so much for her with her bubbly personality. "Sure I do," he said casually, walking over to the teacher's desk. He reached down and picked up a box of tissues that managed to catch his eye. "But first, you might want to get the paint off of your nose and then feel free to lead the way." With a small hint of a smile upon his lips, he held out the tissues to her. Of course if she wanted to walk around like that, he wasn't really going to stop her. But he could at least make sure she knew it was there before letting her do that.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 554
NOTES - Well this is interesting.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Mar 10, 2011 2:07:44 GMT -5
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There really wasn't a specific reason for her to dislike the name--it was fairly original, rolled off the tongue with its four syllables, and wasn't too difficult to spell. For several years now, she had simply snubbed her first name in favor of one that sounded more fun and interesting--Pinky. "It's not." She stuck her tongue out at this, and carried on her merry way.
At one point in her lifetime, the girl had contemplated taking up painting--but it had proved too attention-consuming and detailed for her to cope with. Nowadays, she much preferred to look at art instead of trying to produce it, unless in food form.
"Sounds like it might be fun. Definitely more fun than this." Delightful! Company always made Pinky happy, as most things did, and she briefly tried to remember the last time she had tidied up her suite. As she flipped back through her mental calendar, day by day, things looked grim the further she went; luckily, she remembered that she had done laundry earlier that week, thus the majority of floor litter had been taken care of. Fantastic!
"This'll be great! I have grenadine and juice and all the makings of a real bar!" Suddenly her eyes went wide and she seemed even more excited, if that were possible. "We could even have a sleepover!" Pinky was all about sleepover parties; it gave her a good excuse to parade around in her pajamas without seeming like a complete slob.
"Sure I do," Gabriel began to speak as he rummaged about the teacher's desk. "But first, you might want to get the paint off of your nose and then feel free to lead the way." Tissues? Paint? A hand went to her nose and rubbed against the purple spot, leaving a stain on her fingers that she looked at with a bit of confusion etched on her bubbly face.
Gladly, she accepted the tissue and blotted the mess away from her face, all the while spouting off a veritable cornucopia of information that her new friend hadn't yet asked for. "I'm in the culinary program at the high school; I'm a senior, so I'll be here at the college next semester and I'm sort of nervous about it already so I hang out here with my friends sometimes to try and get a feel for the place, you know? And most of the time I'm drunk when I come over, so I don't really think I'm absorbing anything about where things are and how things work around here, but that's okay because I usually have fun anyway and..."
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Post by gabelangley on Mar 10, 2011 11:42:25 GMT -5
Gabriel definitely liked the sound of the grenadine and the juice. He wasn't too picky about what it was, as long as he got some of it. And after he was drunk, he didn't have to worry about whether it had a bitter taste or not. At that point it didn't really matter. But he wasn't so sure if it was a good idea to get drunk at someone's place when he had just met them, though. Plus he could be a huge troublemaker if he was out "walking" about when he was drunk. The hardest part was stopping himself from doing that. While he considered how likely it was for that to work, his new friend was getting excited about a sleepover. So he would get to meet some other chicks then?
Wait what?
It occurred to him that she had just said "we." He couldn't remember the last time he had had a sleepover with anybody, especially just as friends. And in that case it wasn't usually with girls, but when he was hanging out with his guy friends. Not even in flings did he stay the night with them - that was always a sure way to lead to trouble. You would start staying the night, and then eventually stay for breakfast the next morning before leaving. Next thing you know you're both hanging out and developing feelings for one another.
That was what he worried about with him and Dymetri. They had their occassional sleep together moments, but mostly they were just friends: hanging out together, going to the movies, going out to eat. All of that stuff you shouldn't do when you're sleeping with someone just to do it. So far they seemed to be doing good, though. Dymi didn't look like he was about to cave any time soon and Gabe definitely wasn't going to be the first to do it.
He brushed away the thoughts as she was wiping off the paint and suddenly started spouting out information that he hadn't even had the chance to ask about yet. As she trailed off, she looked down at the floor and his eyes followed to see what was so interesting. Now that she seemed to point it out, he only realized she wasn't wearing any shoes. "Culinary, huh? Well that's interesting. So you're good at cooking then." It wasn't a question; more of an assumption. He guessed you didn't have to be good at cooking to be in the Culinary program, but she looked like she might be okay at it at least. "Yeah, I don't suppose you're absorbing too much information about that stuff if you come here drunk. But you're in luck, because I'm in college. Currently my sophomore year. So when you get here next year, I can help you out."
After tossing the tissue away, she began to lead the way out of the room. He followed behind, picking up his bag on his way out. That wasn't something he wanted to leave laying around, especially in the room that he had just left as a mess. As he stepped outside of it, he noticed the skittles all over the floor of the hall.
"So anyway, I was thinking that we should most definitely have a sleepover."
Still looking at the skittles in confusion, he barely heard her comment about the sleepover again. "Um, okay" he replied, pulling his eyes from the candy on the floor to look up at her. "So you're the person I heard out here earlier, huh?" He supposed he would have known that if he had taken the time to look out the classroom to see what was going on.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 625
NOTES - None.
TUNES - Explosions in the Sky - Your Hand in Mine
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Post by pinkythoms on Mar 10, 2011 16:28:04 GMT -5
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"Culinary, huh? Well that's interesting. So you're good at cooking then." His words barely reached her ears, as they were still ringing from her soliloquoy. "Yeah, I don't suppose you're absorbing too much information about that stuff if you come here drunk. But you're in luck, because I'm in college. Currently my sophomore year. So when you get here next year, I can help you out."
"Well of course you will, sugarbumps! That's what friends do." Pinky stretched her arms out to the sides and then folded them behind her head, twisting her torso left and right a few times to work out the kinks. She felt his presence behind her--good, he was following. Sexy and smart, then. A skittle crunched under her foot, and she imagined that it was probably stuck to her sock. These suspicions were confirmed when she took another step and felt a bump on her sole. Perhaps her shoes shouldn't be left here.
The last time she had invited a strange boy over, she had made a good friend. She and Benji were besties, for sure, and had a wild night. It would be hard to top that, but she would try. Mentally, she pored over her various favorite drink recipes and what movies she might have lying around here and there, and then laughed a little as she toyed with the idea of inviting her girlfriends over--best not to scare this one off so quickly.
"Um, okay," she heard him say, though he sounded a bit torn. She spied her shoes lying upturned a few feet away, and skipped over to retrieve them. "So you're the person I heard out here earlier, huh?"
"Yeah, probably. I told you, I like to make messes."
Lifting her foot, she swiped at the crushed candy until it peeled off of the cloth and fell to the floor. Crocs were her favorite things to wear on her feet, aside from her Ugg boots, because they were easy to put on and didn't require any laces being tied. Loop-de-loops were difficult when you couldn't walk in a straight line.
Grimly, she remembered that she did indeed have class the next day, and it wasn't yet time for spring break. But with all of the pre-gaming she was doing, it just didn't make sense to show up to school things, did it? It was best that she pretended the week off had already begun. Besides, the best part about a sleepover was not needing to get up early the next morning.
Straightening, she threw him a backward glance over her shoulder and continued down the hall. "But just think--someone will be having a really terrible morning tomorrow, and they'll come across all this candy on the floor, and they'll be like 'Omg this is awesome! Best day ever!' and suddenly I'll be a hero for making their day brighter."
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[/color] It was difficult to argue with Pinky most times, simply because it was difficult to pick out which point made the least amount of sense. She meant well, at any rate. Past the vending machine and down the empty way she went, half-skipping now and then to keep her friend on his toes. Just before pushing open the double doors to escape into the outside world, she whirled around to face him with a serious look on her face. "You're not like a rapist or anything, right?"[/color] It seemed like a good idea to ask. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by gabelangley on Mar 10, 2011 17:09:20 GMT -5
Gabriel watched as she walked over to where, apparently, her shoes had been trying to hide. She must have lost them earlier somehow. He couldn't help but to watch her; what could he say? She was hot and apparently she didn't seem to mind. Or perhaps she didn't notice, but it was apparent that she wasn't the shy type. And, if he really had to have a positive way to look at it, he was returning the favor.
"Yeah, probably. I told you, I like to make messes."
"You can say that again." This he said more to himself than her. Then again he didn't have much room to speak, since he was a mess maker himself at times. But raising his voice so she could hear him better, he spoke again. "What a waste of skittles, though." She looked like the type of person that had candy stashed in her room somewhere, so it probably wasn't that big of a deal. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder and followed after her again as she started down the hall, leaving the skittles behind. He had spent more than enough time at the school, having been there since early that morning for two extremely long classes.
"But just think--someone will be having a really terrible morning tomorrow, and they'll come across all this candy on the floor, and they'll be like 'Omg this is awesome! Best day ever!' and suddenly I'll be a hero for making their day brighter."
Gabe nodded as if agreeing, although she couldn't see it, but then thought up another answer. "Or maybe the janitor will come by and throw them away. Then they won't be helping anybody." And how many people were likely to pick up the candy and eat it off the floor anyways? Especially somewhere where a lot of people walked every single day. And he meant a lot At certain times as they walked, he had to move faster so she wouldn't leave him behind. It almost made him think of a dog following his owner. But by no means was he thinking of himself as a dog, nor was she his "owner."
Just as they reached the doors leading to the outside, she unexpectedly turned around and he had to act fast to keep himself from running straight into her.
"You're not like a rapist or anything, right?"
The statement almost wanted to make him laugh, but it was obviously a good question and something that should probably be asked before inviting people over. Sure, he could be the typical horny guy at times, but by no means was he a rapist. There was a fine line between sleeping with people he wasn't dating, but that consented to it, and raping someone. He wouldn't even sleep with people who were so drunk they couldn't make rational decisions for themselves, but would consent to it. "Well I'm not sure what you're asking as far as the 'anything' part goes, but I'm definitely not a rapist. But just some advice for you, if someone was a rapist I'm not so sure they would tell you."
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Post by pinkythoms on Mar 10, 2011 20:15:32 GMT -5
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"You can say that again. What a waste of skittles, though." It was true, and she was a bit sad about the loss. Granted, back in her dorm room the majority of her groceries consisted of sugary treats, candy, and alcohol. Also, they had cost a whole dollar. That was miffing. But, no matter! There were other fish in the sea and more skittles to be eaten later on.
Though the more she thought about it, the hungrier she was for real food. Shrimp ceviche sounded fantastic, and she assembled all of the ingredients in her mind before realizing that she was fresh out of shrimp. Damn. What did she have in the fridge?
As she pondered, she heard Gabriel's voice once again. "Or maybe the janitor will come by and throw them away. Then they won't be helping anybody." That seemed like a very pessimistic thing to say, and she gave him a raised eyebrow. Someone needed to be liquored up.
As they faced each other, Pinky looking as suspicious as her current state of mind could allow, she couldn't help but focus on his eyes. They were pretty dreamy in her book. "Well I'm not sure what you're asking as far as the 'anything' part goes, but I'm definitely not a rapist. But just some advice for you, if someone was a rapist I'm not so sure they would tell you." He was probably right on that one; it would be sort of silly for someone to admit that. With a cheeky grin spreading over her face once more, she gave him a quick beep on the nose with her index finger, before turning and pushing open the doors to step out into the sunlight.
It really was a nice day--and Pinky was even more determined to believe skipping class had been the right decision. Striding down the steps and off of the sidewalk, she cut across the lawn and motioned to the woodsy expanse separating the two campuses. "Shortcut! Come on, slowpoke."
Frolicking seemed like the best option here, and she ducked into the treeline and danced in a nymph-like manner between the wide tropical trunks. And then it dawned on her--jambalaya! It was one of those regional dishes that her mother had introduced her to in one of their many migratory vacations. It also occurred to her that Mardi Gras was either very soon or had just passed, or perhaps it was that very day. No matter, it was still an appropriate meal.
Leaning away from a tree and calling back to her friend, she gave all pretense of sneakiness the boot. "Hey! Do you like sausage?" she yelled out in her shrill, girly voice.
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Post by gabelangley on Mar 10, 2011 22:09:40 GMT -5
Gabriel hoped his words were reassuring enough. Of course he could have been lying and unless she was an expert on the matter, she probably wouldn't have been able to tell. He personally didn't think he seemed like one, but then that's how they liked to act sometimes, right? They pretended to be the good guy, and then they would start complimenting you, acting like the perfect guy. And the BAM, they take advantage of you even if you don't want it. Then again, she was the one that asked him, so obviously she was only expecting a yes or a no answer and not some type of proof. But how would he even be able to prove that anyways?
But after she seemed to ponder his words for a moment, she started smiling again. That was reassurance enough that she seemed to pass him off as okay to hang out with. Although he probably wouldn't have died if she suddenly decided she didn't want to hang out with him, he would at least be a bit sad about it. After all, she seemed pretty awesome and she was doing a great job at keeping him distracted, between looking sexy and her very bubbly personality.
He almost flinched as she brought her finger up to his face and touched his nose, almost as if he were a little kid. Which he most definitely wasn't; besides that he happened to be older than her, although she honestly made him feel like it was the other way around. Gabe stood and watched as she turned back around and pushed open the doors, the sun shining straight into his eyes. He threw a hand up to block the sunlight and spare his eyes the torture. However, he only had a moment to let his eyes adjust from that, as she continued down the steps and off of the sidewalk.
Laughing to himself, he stepped through the doors as they began to close and followed after her before she managed to find some way to disappear on him.
"Shortcut! Come on, slowpoke."
"I am not slow," he yelled over to her, jogging to keep up despite his protest. As he -mostly- managed to catch up to her he slowed back to a walk, following behind, but with much less movement than what she was doing. He watched with amusement, especially since she seemed to be using more energy than half the people he had seen lately. Between that, she didn't hesitate to still yell when she deemed it necessary. Or rather, when she wanted to, as he was sure it didn't depend on whether or not it was needed. Which it wasn't, since he wasn't that far behind her.
"Hey! Do you like sausage?"
"Yeah, of course I do," he told her, not talking quite as loud as she had, but just enough so that she could hear him. As he neared her, he stopped and glanced around. He hadn't ever actually been this way, since usually he went in the other direction. That was the way he had to go when he was going to his apartment. There didn't seem to be anybody around, but why would there be? "Why? Are you planning on making sausage?" he inquired curiously as he looked at her. It was a great idea because he hadn't eaten since breakfast. He pulled his bookbag around so that he could see it and pulled his water bottle from the side pocket.
After he tossed it back across his shoulder, he pulled up the cap and drank some of it. It wasn't really cold anymore, but it kept him from getting dehydrated. He looked down at the bottle as if he was going to put the cap back down and then faced it towards her and squeezed it so that water went shooting out towards her. "Oh, my bad. I meant to ask you if you wanted some," he teased.
TAG - Pinky
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TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Mar 11, 2011 0:32:19 GMT -5
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"I am not slow," he claimed loudly, making her laugh yet again. It occurred to her then that she hadn't asked what his shift was--maybe he was really super fast, like a horse or something. On the other hand, maybe he was a sloth, and she had hurt his feelings. She truly hoped that wasn't the case, and she actually turned round to apologize mid-frolic until she noticed that he was keeping up well enough. With a shrug, she focused on not tripping over rocks.
"Yeah, of course I do." She fought the urge to giggle at the almost-sexual connotation she had just made between sausage and....well, you know.
As she leaned back to yell at him, thoughts of delicious rice and spicy sausage on her mind, he continued to walk toward her and she had time to contemplate his shift again. She had met a few horse shifters, and they always walked with a certain air of pride and prejudice that peeved her at times; he didn't have that aura. Not a horse, then. Squinting at him, she attempted to place any of his physical traits with various animals--for some reason, she was leaning toward a non-mammal, perhaps reptile, but not quite. Definitely not a fish; she would know.
Grinning to herself, she straightened as he finally reached her. "Why? Are you planning on making sausage?" He suddenly looked hungry--good. "I was thinking something a little more Cajun. It'll be delicious, I gua-ran-tee it,"
she promised in her best Justin Wilson impersonation. She had grown up watching mostly cooking shows, which was probably where her passion for food stemmed from, and Mr. Wilson had inspired her with his attitude. Good old Louisiana Cookin'.
She watched him take a drink and suddenly felt parched. Just as she opened her mouth to ask if she could have a sip, he whirled the bottle around and sprayed her with a jet of cold, making he squeak and jump away before nearly collapsing with laughter. "Oh, my bad. I meant to ask you if you wanted some."
"You Sneaky McSneakerpants!"
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Post by gabelangley on Mar 11, 2011 1:10:35 GMT -5
After she had mentioned food, it only made him realize just how hungry he was. His stomach hadn't made any notion to remind him until food started popping up in his head. Not only sausage as she had mentioned, but just a bunch of food in general. And he was no picky eater. He liked just about anything, and was willing to try all food at least once. Or even more if he thought he might like it the second time around. But he also was the type of person that didn't like to waste food. So if it was put on his plate, even if he didn't like it, he was going to eat it. Anything is better than nothing when you're hungry anyways.
"I was thinking something a little more Cajun. It'll be delicious, I gua-ran-tee it."
"Well I'm up for anything, trust me." Cajun food was actually at the top of his list for favorite food. In general, that is. And anything that involved rice was definitely at the top of his list, because he never got tired of it. Apparently she was the person to go to if he ever wanted really good food to eat, becauase apparently she knew some recipes for good food. After his attempt at squirting her with the water from his water bottle, he had a feeling he might regret it sooner or later. But it was warm out, so more than likely having a little water on you was going to feel good.
"You Sneaky McSneakerpants!"
He smirked at this- it was a fitting name for the time being. It seemed like a good thing to do at the time. Although they had just met and he didn't know her all that well, she didn't seem the type to suddenly get mad over something like that. There were some people in the world that would suddenly blow up over something so small and harmless as that. But instead she seemed to go along, which was all the more fun for the both of them. And that was all he wanted to have right now. No need to focus on school, or work, or any drama going on around them. Although he personally didn't have any at the moment. He took a few steps back when she tried to swat at him. Just enough to get out of reach.
"Payback is a bitch, I hope you know!"
Gabe grinned and nodded slightly. "I know. I was hoping you would say that." His eyes followed her as she circled around him, almost like he was her prey she was about to kill. When she made her move, he tripped over his feet backwards as he tried to move out of the way. He caught himself as he hit the ground and looked up just in time to see her taking off through the woods. Picking up his water bottle, he quickly stuffed it back into the side pocket of his bookbag. Once he managed to get to his feet, he took off after her. Although his bookbag weighed him down a bit, he had more of an advantage since he was completely sober and had good shoes on to run in.
She had a decent headstart, he gave her that much. But soon he was gaining on her, even if it was a bit of a slow process. The water he had drank just moment ago was already catching up with him, causing cramps in his side. By now, though he was so close. He couldn't stop just yet. When he was near enough, he gave one final push towards her, wrapping his arms around her. He used his own weight to slow them down, before he attempted to pull them to the ground. At full speed it wouldn't feel too good. He was the first to go down, so the fall was mostly cushioned by his body. Gabe released her and spread out on his back, breathing rapidly. He shouldn't have drank so much water back there."Cramps do not feel good." As his breathing began to slow a bit, he turned his head to look at her. "So...do you want some water now?" he asked as serious as he could, but failed asthe laughter spilled out anyways.
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