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Post by Chesh Williams , on Oct 16, 2009 16:15:27 GMT -5
 
She was in her supposed last year of highschool, her grades were bad and she missed a lot of school, but she still felt that she would succeed and would graduate within the next year. She had many ideas for her future, and she was hoping to go to university for graphic design, but everything in her life made her doubt all that right now. She had recently been on a four day binge, taking thursday and friday off school the previous week so she could party, basically by herself. She had indured a full week of school, only missing one class for the sole perpous that she didn't want to go, and now today was friday; the day she looked forward to every week, because she knew the weekend would come with more drinks and more partying. It lunch time at school, and she had made her place on the stairwell. She sat on the fith stair up, sitting quietly in the corner as people passed her giving her weird looks. Her head placed against the wall, sunglasses over her bloodshot eyes. Her Platinum blond hair was pushed back away from her face and was not done, so it ringed at the bottom.
Chesh had just gotten in from outside, her fingers we numb from the cool atumn breeze that nipped at her fingers as they gripped at a neatly rolled joint. She smelt of Marijuana, the rich smell that most people considered a stench, but not her, not Chesh; she lived for that smell. She breathed in, she could smell campfire and marijuana, her two favorite smells. Her bag sat beside her feet on the step below where she was sitting, full of things that girls carry around with them; aside from the three small one shots she carried with her everywhere, absolute , sourpuss and her beloved Jack Daniels. They were her pickme ups. Whenever she felt she needed a boost she would take the one shot in well, a shot. They would razz her just enough to go on through the day, which was needed when you hated school and everyone in it.
The small girl didn't have many friends here yet, she had met a few people but she hadn't gotten to know them well enough. They were what she called the normality. The people who didn't drink and who loved the life they lived, they were normal and not even average. At the age of seventeen she had taken a lot of time to watch people through those dark sunglasses that she was almost always found wearing, she had watched peoples every move and had known enough about the average person to create categories for them all. The normalities as I have already said, were the people who were too good for a nice glass of Rye and Coke or a skunky bottle of budlight. They were the people who did good in school and were going to go far in life. Then there was the average people, they drank but they were all newbies or they didn't do it too often. They were the people who did what they could to fit in with a crowed they really shouldn't be in at all. They were the try to hards. Then there was people like her, she hadn't had a name for them, but they were the people who knew they weren't going anywhere in life, and if they had that prospect they were on a long road to it.
These were the people she would associate with on a normal basis. They were the people she could relate to and have fun with. Then there was the disasters, the people who were worse then her and were probably better up in a cascit six feet in the ground. They were the people who had so much wrong with them, that they weren't even worth fixing, or so they thought. Chesh knew other wise, she had helped many people; even if she couldn't help herself, that didn't stop her from helping others. Yep, Chesh had classified everyone she met in the past thirteen years and it hadn't gotten her anywhere bad, so she had continued doing it. Of course, nobody would ever find out she did this, nobody except her one true love, the boy she had been with for the past 4 years, the boy who had been her everything, had known her best and was even her bestfriend. He had been like her, one of those people she couldn't classify, he had drank and smoked pot, but he had also popped ecstacy. In her eyes he was almost worse off then her, he had almost fallen into the disaster class, but never the less she loved him. He was something special, the only person in her life besides her mother who saw her as Alice instead of Chesh. He had known her all her life, his family was a close family friend and they had been introduced to each other at a very young age; they had grown up together and got together.
He was her first at many things, her first kiss, her first drink, her first everything. He was the boy to take her virginity, and for that reason all alone she would love him forever. Though that was the sole reason she loved him; there had been many other reasons, but she would never admit to it. His name had been Matthew, but everyone had known him as Hewy. Hewy was Chesh's everything, and together they were the perfect pair. But that one day, the day that Chesh would later in life describe as the worst day of her life, that one day, was their last.
They had been at a party together that night, Hewy and Chesh had been drinking lots and the party had ran out of booze, so Hewy and his friend Markus had offered to go on a booze run. Chesh hadn't wanted him to go because he was drunk, but he assured her that Markus was sober and was going to drive. He did, and Chesh knew well enough that Markus wasn't sober like Hewy had said. She gave her lover a huge kiss goodbye and told him she loved him, and when he walked out of the door and got into the car, she felt like that was the last time she would see him. Sometimes, you just get those feelings, like something bad is going to happen; or even something good, and it's times like that, that you worry or antisipate what you think is going to happen, and thats exactly what Chesh did. She cried, because she already knew something was bound to happen. Maybe it was all the booze in her system, or maybe it was the way Markus' eyes glimmered in the light, hazed over by the alcohol in his system. Whatever it was, Chesh had been right. It was the last time she would see Hewy, she hadn't even seen him on his funeral, his body had been too mangled to have a open caskit. She said her goodbyes, but promised that she would see him in the after life.
Chesh was a wreck after that, but she knew Hewy would want her to live on and live her life like it was intended, and for a while she got lost in her work, her graphics and her photography she got lost and forgot about that dear old friend Jack Daniels, or her bestfriend Captain Morgan, or Silent Sam. She was sober for four months, and then her and her friends met up again. They met up at a party, that Chesh knew she had no business being at, and from there they took over her life once more.
And here she was now, her head pounding and buzzing from the grass she had just smoked. Her body was tingling and her eyelids felt heavy, her mind was whirling and she felt like she was on a carnivle ride. She felt as if she was going to fall over at any minute, and that is what kept her body against the wall. She was having a really bad buzz and she didn't like it. She felt as if she couldn't move her body and that if she did she would just simply flop over and not be able to get up. She hung her head slightly, and even when the bell for class rang she just sat on the stairs. Her fake nails dug into her pant leg as she gripped her leg trying to make herself come back to reality, but she couldn't feel her nails digging into her, her body was numb; and she wasn't liking it at all. It was enough to make her want to give up on pot, but she knew better then that, she knew even if she said she quit, she'd be back at it tomorrow, or hell, even later tonight.
status , finished wordcount , one five zero zero for , joey w. tristan character , chesh williams outfit , herenotes , [:
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 16, 2009 16:59:04 GMT -5
SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH [/color]  SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OHH[/font][/CENTER]
Tristan stood at the top of the stairs. His bass guitar in its silver and black studded case at his feet. His hair was in his eyes, for the reason that they were completely bloodshot. He smelled of pot, and a lot of it. After what happened the day before in the lunch room of the university, he needed to get his head out of were it was. So. he took his stash of pot and now this happened. Everyone seeming to filter out of the stair case, except the blonde girl next to the wall.
Running a cold hand threw his black hair, he smiled, his name bites cold against his warm lips. For some odd reason, he wanted to kiss some girl. He missed his old girlfriend when he was in his old town, just after he moved away from Germany. His accent was still strong for living in the US for 3 years. He took a few steps, his black converse making a small tap as she walked down the stairs.
His left hand was completely wrapped up in a bandage. After he left from lunch after talking with Eliza he went back to his dorm and completely slit open his palm and wrist again. Of course he wrapped it up. He stood about 3 stairs up from the girl, and he could smell the pot from her, but he wasn't sure if it was her or him. He did take in a lot of it. Putting his bass down with his right hand, he put his hands into his pockets of his navy blue sweatshirt.
"Hello." He said after a moment. He looked at ther girl, his eyes black from the shadow of his black hair. He held the leaves of the extra Marijuana that he didn't use in his pocket between his fingers.
WORD COUNT 308 (Brain isn't working)
LYRICS DON'T TRUST ME BY 3OH!3
STATUS Your not superman.
TAG ELIZA!!!!! <3
NOTES Nopeee
CREDITS CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE !?
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Post by Chesh Williams , on Oct 16, 2009 17:42:07 GMT -5
Her head leaned against the cool brick wall, the hardness of the brick was actually starting to give her a headache. The ringing of the bell had given her a headache, so she was glad when the stairs started to clear up and people stopped moving up and down them so fiercely. Her headache settled slightly and she was able to think for the first time in half an hour. She lifted her head slightly as she heard lone foot steps coming down the stairs. When she felt a presence behind her she stiffened, thinking it was a teacher, then as the lyrics sounded she calmed down a little bit, realizing that the voice she was hearing couldn't be a teacher. She turned her head to look up at the person, as she did so she got a headrush, causing her to feel dizzy. She put a hand on the step beside her to steady herself so she didn't fall over. She let a small smile rest on her lips as green eyes fell onto the boy, who she thought was good looking. Her brain registered and she realized that she had heard a accent in his voice, she wondered where he had come from. She was getting curious and her brain was spinning with thoughts, but then she remembered that she hadn't exactly said anything.
Her lips parted and her lyrics rolled out of her mouth smoothly, her soft voice barely echoing in the almost empty stairwell. 'hey' the word was short and blunt, and it felt so odd to talk to someone, considering she hadn't said anything to anyone at all today except for when she asked a older boy if she could borrow his lighter. She could smell a different scent, and she was guessing it was the boy. He smelt of pot, but it wasn't the pineapple smell that her's had, it was different and it gave her a headrush as she took a deep breath trying to determin what kind of pot it was. She stood up, her hand gripping the bannister as she did so. She steadied herself on her feet and then smiled once more 'i guess i'm not the only one who's not only high on life right now' she said with a wink. She moved up the steps so she was on the same step he was, she sniffed at him and looked up and grinned 'you smell good' she informed him with a grin. She moved back down the steps and grabbed her bag, slinging the hot red bag over her shoulder she looked up at him. 'feel like smoking some more?' she asked curiously.
when confronted with people, Chesh was lively, she didn't like showing that she was down on herself, she liked to protray herself as a confident person who had nothing bad going on in life, though just by looking at her you could probably tell there was something wrong. She was under weight because of her binge drinking and not eating during those binges, she looked like she needed sleep all the time. She was still pretty though, she would never let her not eating get the better of her; she knew she had to look good for her life to not be totally fucked up. She tilted her head and eyed the boy up 'I'm Chesh by the way' she didn't care if this boy thought she was weird for asking him if he wanted to smoke up with her, even though he didn't know her; she didn't care what he thought of her at all actually. She reached her hand into her purse, letting her fingers grasp the small baggie that contained two nuggets and a bud of green grass. 'it's pineapple punch' she said proudly, hoping he would say yes to blazing. She was a lone stoner most of the time, but seeing as she was already late for class and her buzz was already bad and couldn't get any worse, but only better, she figured it would be cool to offer to blaze someone up. She was nice like that and liked sharing.
status , finished wordcount , six nine one for , joey w. tristan character , chesh williams outfit , herenotes , btw , pineapple punch is amazing <3
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 17, 2009 15:45:50 GMT -5
SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH [/color] SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OHH[/font][/CENTER]
Tristan looked at her, before moving his right hand from his pocket and moving his hair from his eyes so that he could see her better. "Sorry love. Your not." He said. He looked at her. She was pretty, but he knew that she was just a senior. "So do you. Pineapple?" he asked. She did smell like pot and pineapple. He tired the pineapple once, he didn't like it as much as the regular. he only really liked the regular. When he smoked it, he smoked a lot of it. Like a sandwich bag of it in one sitting. Though, he only smoked drugs when he was really depressed. He always had a pack of cigarettes with him.
"Sure. I'll smokes with you." He said, his German accent strong. He pulled out his own pot from his pocket of his sweatshirt pocket. He had a small sandwich size bag of pot and joints and cocaine. He opened the bag, and took out a joint. He put it in his mouth, and closed the bag up. He stuffed it back into his pocket and took out a lighter with his left hand. He put it into his right hand, because his palm was wrapped up, making it hard for him to move his hand at all. He lit up the joint, took a deep drag of it, and exhaled the green tinted smoke.
"Tristan." He said. He shook his head. Sorry. I don't like pineapples. I'm allergic to them.I like the regular better then flavored." He said after a moment when she offered the pineapple.
WORD COUNT 265
LYRICS DON'T TRUST ME BY 3OH!3
STATUS Your not superman.
TAG Chesh
NOTES Nopeee
CREDITS CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE !?
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