Tales of a Truant {Open}

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[atrb=background,http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x463/Crimson-Z/11_black-background1-1.jpg] He had screwed things up royally. Now, he was healing himself on his own terms. He was skipping class like the rebel that he was. His phone was ringing, and he was choosing to ignore it, for lack of a better term. In actuality, he had adopted a 'rot in hell' attitude. A part of him missed the girl that he had grown so attached to while the other part of him thought her to be the very bane of his existence. Leaning back partially, he slid his sunglasses away from his face and gazed into the distance. He craved his old habits but did his best to ignore them. All he wanted to do was get high and wasted. Damned the consequences. Running his fingers through his spiked hair, he struggled to relax. In all honesty, he was a bundle of nerves. If he didn't calm down soon, his tiger would be making an unwelcome appearance. That was one thing he did not need. Lifting his hand, he began to rub his temple. "Women..can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.." A heavy sigh left his lips as he lowered his head to rest his forehead against the table that he had been sitting at for a few hours. He was doing everything he could to avoid school and more importantly, avoid her. Fingers curled into fists as he closed his eyes. What was so great about being a singer, anyways? Maybe he could ask to switch majors, drop out, or all of the above. He should have known it too good to be true when she agreed to be his girlfriend. It was the first and last time he would ever do something so foolish. Lowering his hand, he brushed his quivering fingertips along his pocket where his pack of cigarettes had been stuffed earlier that morning. He had taken the initiative that morning to burn his football and any traces in his room that gave proof as to what his old hobbies were. Let the dominoes fall where they may because he was sick of trying and failing to keep his head above water. He stood slowly and turned, gazing in silence down the halls of the mall as if searching for something that wasn't there. His phone rang for what must have been the twentieth time and again, he ignored it. Instead, he moved silently toward the throng that made up the crowd and got lost in the sea of moving bodies. People cursed at him, and his tiger roared within its mental cage, trying to free itself. He moved outside of the mall and pulled out his cigarettes. Leaning against the glass, he pulled out a single cigarette and brought it to his lips, lighting the end of it as he took a long drag. He slowly expelled the smoke from his flaring nostrils. "Never mix school and romance.."

[/color] He snorted, jamming his free hand into his pocket while he held the cigarette between his index finger and middle finger.
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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Of course she had skipped class that day--she was Pinky freaking Thoms. In fact, she had been to class only once in the past two weeks; the professors mostly assumed that she was still recovering from her accident, which would be partly true considering that much of her day consisted of lying on the couch drowsy on pain medication or otherwise lounging. She could have spent that particular day at home, but after being left to her own devices for so long, she was beginning to go stir crazy and couldn't deal with being contained any longer. Charge card in hand, loaded up faithfully by her goose of a mother, she had taken off to the mall, as far from campus as she could possibly get without actually riding the ferry over to the other island. After countless hours wandering vintage boutiques and stocking up on funky, expensive underwear, she grew bored and decided to call it quits. A coffee sounded pretty fantastic right then, and she knew that if she wanted to make it to her favorite cafe before it got too crowded, she would have to start the journey sooner rather than later. Two colorful shopping bags dangling from her wrist, she limped to the exit while humming a terrible rendition of Rebecca Black's "Friday", which was unfortunately stuck in her head. Her leg already ached from the amount of walking she had done that day, and her stapled wound burned in protest with each step she took. Her doctor's orders were to stay off of her feet and drink plenty of fluids--sitting down was too boring, however, and alcohol had of course been her main fluid. Even a traumatic experience couldn't shake some habits off of her. Walking outside, she realized that she was humming the accursed song and cried out loudly, "Shit!" She hated that song. It took her a moment to regain her composure, and when she glanced casually to the side for traffic she caught sight of him. Her cheeks reddened a bit, and she wasn't quite sure what, if anything, she should do. She was completely unprepared for this situation, though she knew that it would have come eventually--it was a small island, after all. For once, Pinky didn't quite know what to say. Many emotions were mixing up in her head, making her gut wrench every now and then. She did truly care for that boy, if not in the way that she had once intended. Things...hadn't worked out, after all. She wasn't so sure that she liked the expression on his face at the moment, so when she shuffled a few feet closer, it was with an obvious hesitance. "Hey,"

[/color] she offered meekly, stopping just out of arms' reach of him. Her wound trembled a warning that it had just about had enough, and she lifted the leg out to her side to take the weight off.


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WC: 486
Tag: Pi Pi
Notes: this...will be interesting xD

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[atrb=background,http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x463/Crimson-Z/11_black-background1-1.jpg] He was caught off guard when the pink-haired beauty approached. "Yo." He stated rather blandly, no hint of malice lacing the single word that slipped past his lips. His voice, although rough with a mixture of strain from shouting to the heavens and raw emotion, still held the same sing-song tenor that it had when they had been an item. Dark, impassive eyes shifted silently toward her leg while his brow quirked in question, although he didn't speak again for several moments. "..You really should follow the doctor's orders, Miss Thoms."

[/color] He stated gruffly, averting his gaze.

What was wrong with him? Under normal circumstances, he would have shouted at her and stomped away but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Dropping the cigarette that wasn't even half finished, he snuffed it out with the toe of his shoe. "What happened and don't even think about lying because you're the worst liar I've ever met."[/color] His voice was teasing and hardly held any mockery. Taking a step toward her, he grasped the handles of the bags and swung her upwards into his arms with a chuckle. He figured this was the least he could do for ruining their relationship, assuming it had been his fault.

"Don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you, but I am going to keep that pressure off of your leg and bitch out your boyfriend for allowing you to go through with such a stupid thing."[/color] His voice had softened considerably as he made a slow progression toward the nearest bench and sat her down in it. Certainly, he reeked of cigarette smoke and burnt rubber, but he wouldn't make any comment on his own well-being. After all, it was hardly a concern of hers. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tilted his head back and waited for her to speak. He could wait all day without a care in the world, considering he was in the process of packing up his things at the dorm so he could move into a cheap hotel.

He took a small step back to give her some room. He could feel his heart about jack hammering out of his chest with each intake of breath. His hands slid smoothly into his pockets as his bangs fell before his eyes. He was letting himself go, but he didn't see how it could matter. After all, his father was paying for everything. His father wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't either, it seemed. Oh well..you win some, and you lose some.[/justify][/blockquote]
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[pinkythoms]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She really didn't know what she had expected his reaction to be, and still she was surprised at it. At first, he sounded gruff when he spoke to her, which gave her the impression that perhaps she shouldn't have approached him and needed to let him be, but in true Piscine fashion his attitude changed drastically over the course of just a few seconds. He stamped out his gently used cigarette and underestimated her capabilities of lying as he walked toward her , and before she knew what was happening she was up in his arms like old times. And he laughed that tiger laugh of his. Caught off guard, she was unable to form a coherent sentence until he placed her down on the bench, rotating her hip and leaning against the back of it while looking up at him with an upraised eyebrow and a glint of confusion in her blue eyes. "You don't know? I thought everyone did by now," she chirruped, her tone quickly becoming cheery again. She hadn't worn shorts since the incident, and had been instructed to not wear anything confining to her legs, so she had been wearing the same pair of knee-length, green yoga pants for days. Starting at the bottom cuff of the right side, she rolled and pulled at it until it was raised up to her hip and he could see her ...rather gross wound. There was a decent chunk of flesh and muscle obviously missing, making a dent in her thigh that was unnatural. Much of the wound was covered in gauze, but there were a few points left exposed to air to help heal it, and they were a mess of scab, blood, frayed skin, and staples. Luckily, no infection had set in, so at least there was that. "A shark totally tried to eat me. Yeah, I'm pretty much a badass,"

[/color] she explained coolly, dropping the cuff of her pants and letting them fall gracefully back into place.

Onto her next point. "Psh, you know that boys can't tell me what to do."[/color] She didn't remark on the boyfriend comment because she wasn't quite sure what was going on with that situation, herself.

Tilting her head a bit, she looked him up and down and frowned. He didn't look himself; she hadn't seen him much since they had fallen apart--in fact, she may have tried to avoid him subconciously, but something was definitely "off" about him. "Why so blue, panda bear?"[/color]

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[atrb=background,http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x463/Crimson-Z/11_black-background1-1.jpg] He shrugged lightly. "Kind of hard to be in the know when you make it your mission to skip school everyday, burn footballs, shred swimming trunks, pack up one's belongings, and try to find a motel to stay at while waiting for a father to get over a cheating wife so he can bring his son home." There was his life in a nutshell, although he left out major details like the fact he was close to dropping out or switching majors. Moving his hand smoothly toward his back pocket, he pulled out his sunglasses and slid them upon his face. He hadn't even flinched when she showed him the wound, although it did give him a food craving of one sort or another. Most likely it involved meat, but he ignored it. He found it rather amusing she was so accident prone, but he didn't comment on it..much. "M'hmm..if it's not getting stepped on by a tiger, it's getting a chunk taken out of you by a shark.."

[/color] He teased softly, attempting to relax his posture before he lost it completely. Beginning to wind down, he took a seat upon the ground and gazed up at her from over the top of his rims. "Beyond your accident-prone nature, how have you been holding up?"[/color] He queried softly, rubbing his bicep where the small branding was hidden beneath the grey fabric. He did care about her, but he wasn't about to delve into any of that in the near future. He was one of those boys who was sensitive with a heart of gold, although his tiger detested this about him.

A loud yawn left his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. Exhaustion continually tugged at the taut features of his face, but he seemed rather indifferent about the entire situation. There wasn't much he could do to change it. Why fix what's not broken? Sure, he was upset but under the circumstances, who wouldn't be? He licked his lips rather nervously, his pearly whites biting down upon the tender flesh of his lower lip. His arms lowered as his palms supported the weight of his upper torso.

Luckily for him, most of his expression was hidden behind the dark sunglasses that had been placed on his face. He was always doing something these days to hide the real him. After all, he didn't see why he should make it known. It was nobody's business. Why should others worry about him when he, himself, didn't bother to worry about his own well being? He had to chuckle faintly at the thought while his fingers resumed shifting through his gelled hair. The action slowly became rhythmic.
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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] "You shouldn't be skipping school, you know. Maybe I was a bad influence on you," she quipped teasingly, nudging at him with her foot. "I guess I shouldn't be a hypocrite. It's the end of the line for me here, anyway. I'm not even going to the University next year,"

[/color] she said matter-of-factly, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss the idea entirely.

She watched him sit, and peered at his eyes over the top of his dark lenses. She didn't like how broody he seemed. Of course, she shouldn't pry into his life; he probably would appreciate it if she wouldn't, anyway. She left his comments of his home life alone for the time being. "Oh, I'd say I'm okay. Just the usual going on with me--parties, naps, cooking, swimming."[/color] She left out the part about missing him being around.

He bit his lip, which didn't go unnoticed. During their time together, Pinky had learned to pick up on his subtle actions that might betray his thoughts. One hand disappeared into her pink mane and shook it to its full fluffy potential, and she pulled her good leg up to her chest, stretching the other out along the sidewalk. "What are you going to do this summer, Pi-kitty?"[/color] she asked him curiously, using one of her various nicknames for him. "Are you going home? I think I'm staying here,"[/color] she rambled, unable to stop herself as usual. "I'm going to try and get a job at Yummy Tummie's or something, so I can save up to buy that bakery I always told you about. I really like the island, you know?"[/color] It seemed like she might say something else, but she realized that she had asked him a question before prattling on about her own plans, so she stifled whatever it was about to pour out of her mouth.

This was one of the small changes she had undergone lately; she was slightly more aware of herself, and had a bit more of a filter than she once did. It could be that she was simply maturing into an adult, but none of the changes had become apparent until after the accident. Since that, she noticed that she gave more thought to what she was doing, and was less reckless. She was much more appreciative of life.

And there was the fact that she was terrified of the ocean. There was that.


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[atrb=background,http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x463/Crimson-Z/11_black-background1-1.jpg] "Doesn't matter if I'll be dropping out, now does it?" His response was rather sudden, but he was never one for tact. [[WIP. Storming. ><]]

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