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Post by elliot on May 4, 2010 19:07:20 GMT -5
* that's right I said it c'mon,
 I KNOW YOU GET IT DARLIN'______________
Elli was currently sitting on the couch of his aunts house. He would love to be doing something a lot more exciting, such as bugging Bambi to see if she had any cigarette's he could bum - but currently he was just being snappy and annoyed. His Aunt Loraine was overjoyed that he was going to be doing schoolwork and was currently humming around the house. He wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up, but figured that it would be a tad bit too rude. His hands were jittery and he wished for the umpteenth time that his aunt hadn't refused to fund his cigarette addiction. He had a bit of weed in his room, but he figured that Emerson girl would have a problem when she showed up to get to work and found him baked. He grinned at the thought, half tempted to do it. Of course, she's probably tell his aunt or something - she seemed like the type that would. He had been planning on skipping the entire project altogether but she was ridiculously insistent on getting together to do the stupid biography project. He wasn't planning on telling her his actual story, obviously. Actually, he wasn't really sure what he was planning on telling her - he figured simple one word answers would probably work and prompt her to get angry enough to leave while he was at it. His real history? Well the only person he was around who knew about that was his Aunt, and she knew better than to bring that shit up. He was glad at least that his former therapist had told her not to get all emotional and make him share things with her; he really didn't need that kind of shit.
He knew she had been worried about the panic attacks that he had been getting recently, though it was practically her fault - he got so stressed from not having a cigarette that it sparked an onslaught of his emotions. He even pointed this out to her and all he had gotten was a threat to put him back into therapy. Elli didn't really appreciate this too much but it wasn't like there was much he could do about it regardless. He couldn't wait until he turned eighteen, he wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, just something. Maybe try and score enough money to get by through playing his music. That would be nice, no more school, he could get a fucking job if he needed cash. He wasn't exactly an overachiever all he really wanted was to be free to do what he wanted and to have money to buy the things he wanted, nothing big or flashy, he wasn't really into material things regardless. Elli glanced at the clock, it was nearing the time that she said she'd come over, he scowled while deciding that if she was more than ten minutes late he would promptly exit his house and go track down Bambi, flipping Loraine off in the process. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his aunt, he really did, for taking him in after everything that happened. But he often couldn't control his emotions, and he was still a fucking kid, sometimes as much as he knew he should be eternally grateful he couldn't help but lash out; he often felt bad about it afterwords, but then again he felt bad about a lot of things he did. He picked his body up off the couch, he couldn't stand his aunt's humming for a second longer. "If she comes just send her into my room." He called to Loraine as he stumbled into the direction of his room. He shrugged at the mess he came across. A confusion of clothes was piled atop of a chair he had in his room and he hastily threw the cloth objects across his room. His desk was littered with blunt wraps and a few empty cartons of cigarettes. There was a half empty bottle of absolut vodka placed next to his bed. Him and his aunt had a policy about her coming into this room; which was made by him after he installed a lock on his door. She really only followed through with it after his therapist had said he needed some privacy, and boy was he fucking grateful for that.
TAGGED / EMERSON<3
WORD COUNT / 731!
NOTES / grumpy Elli :]
LYRICS / Mercy Mercedes - Get it Darlin
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Post by EMERSON ALONA DASCHEL on May 6, 2010 18:14:54 GMT -5
 emerson could not even understand why she was trying so hard with this particular project. her partner certainly didn't care enough. he was probably high this second, em thought bitterly. stupid teacher had to pair her up with someone who would probably lie or not be sober enough to answer her. this project was stupid as far as emmy was concerned. who wanted to share their fuzzy memories with someone they barely knew. nevermind a pothead who didn't care one inch about helping their grade.
emerson was always driven, and she needed to do well in school. stupid elli rider was not going to bring her grade down one bit, no way. she wouldn't allow it. even if she had to force him to answer, and help out. em was never a violent person, well except towards herself sometimes, but she sure as hell was not going to let elli ruin anything. with that thought, which probably was not one of the most productive to ever run through emerson alona daschel's mind, the brunette pulled into the driveway. his house was nice, not as big as hers, but then again not many were and em liked smaller houses. they usually didn't come with crowds of annoying papparazzi. just leaving the house to go to her car fifteen minutes ago, they had hounded her about her father and why she was leaving. was she going to visit that boy she was always with? a new boy? how was school? and some were stupid and thought she was bree, even though there was a three inch height difference between the twins.
that's why em liked suburbia. she loved that she didn't have to hide in big sunglasses, a hat, and a scarf. and besides, elli rider's house really was nice. em cut the engine, pulled the key and pushed the door open. as the seventeen year old stepped out of the car, the practiced graceful way she always did, she pulled her handbag with her. shutting the door with a slight slam, em looked up at the house. as the high school student strolled towards the front door, she dropped her right hand back and clicked the automatic lock on her car keys. the car beeped as it locked, and em dropped her keys into her bag which was hanging off her forearm.
the door was a good three feet taller than her, em estimated, as she stood in front of it and rang the doorbell. it only took a few seconds for a nice lady to answer the door. em introduced herself, but of course, elli's aunt already knew who she was from the news. "right," emerson said with a small smile. she really loved her father, and knew that he did love his job, but sometimes being in the spotlight was overwhelming. elli's aunt led the brunette to elli's room, before smiling and turning back around to the kitchen. em's mind catalogued that was strange behaviour, before she knocked her petite hand against the door.
"elli, open up so we can do this project.. please," emerson said as she knocked. she glanced down at her bag. one of her dad's employees had brought a pack with them to the daschel house, and em's mom had taken them and locked them in a cabinet. it was so not like em, but she'd thought that maybe they could be a good bargaining tool. she certainly wouldn't touch them herself, but she knew elli from school. she knew enough about cigarettes. he was probably craving since it didn't smell of smoke in the house.
THIS POST IS COMPLETE, WITH 620 WORDS TO SHOW FOR IT. EMERSON ALONA DASCHEL IS PLAYING TAG WITH ELLIOT FINN RIDER WHILE WEARING THIS. MACKIE JUST WANTED TO SAY, TADA. SORRY IT'S NOT VERY GOOD.
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Post by elliot on May 7, 2010 15:54:56 GMT -5
* that's right I said it c'mon,
I KNOW YOU GET IT DARLIN'______________
Elli had been staring ubiquitously at the far side of his wall - a patch where there were numerous holes indicating a place where a frame used to be hanging. He tried to recall what Loraine had used this room as before taking him in, but for the life of him he couldn't remember. He hadn't really cared what kinds of rooms his aunt had in the house back then; his mind had mostly been consumed on one thing alone back in those days - his brother. He sighed dejectedly; he blamed the stupid english teacher for making him dwell on that portion of his life. He usually kept his conscious busy by skating or playing guitar, or dulled at least, with mid altering substances. He was sober, waiting impatiently for Emerson to get here and poised to perform a project based on his past - how was he supposed to ignore those images now? He was certain the school board had been informed of Elli's 'family problems' and if he hadn't been so god damned embarrassed about it all he might have considered asking his aunt to have a chat with his teacher. Besides the extreme discomfort it played for Elli though, the teacher would most likely pander around his incomplete assignments and essays, as well as his his dismal work ethic. Having this brought to his aunts attention would be much worse than suffering Emerson for an afternoon, as long as she didn't have that stick shoved too far up her ass, anyway. Long lashes splayed harshly against his pale skin as the boy closed his eyes. Hands clenched to his knees as knuckles turned white - fingers trembled briefly as a panic attack started to slowly sink its claws around Elli's throat. He heard the reverberating voice of his brother whisper out his name and let out a quiet yip - eyes springing open in fear before realizing the voice was coming from the far end of his door.
He blinked owlishly, listening to the voice complain as his mind translated the odd jargon his ears heard. After he realized what the fuck was going on, he stood up slowly on shaky limbs and made his way towards his door frame. He twisted at the fake looking crystal knob cautiously, half expecting his brother to be on the other side, the push his way through and...but he was met with the form of that girl. He spun around quickly, his back towards the newcomer as he let out hollow sounding words; "close it behind you, please." He let his body fall into the confines of his twin sized bed; back resting against his noisy mattress as eyes traced the ceiling - apparently unconcerned where Emerson would place herself. Elli never really gave a damn about her status, to be honest, he wasn't even too sure about it, he just heard snippets of conversation in some of his classes, he never really paid attention to any of that - he was mostly preoccupied in getting through each day without his mind getting the best of him. He had no interest in getting to know someone 'famous' either, he really just wanted her to ask whatever she wanted to ask and leave, she had to know he wasn't planning on completing his side of the biography. He blew a gust of wind from between his lips to remove bits of hair rushing for his eyes, following up the action with the words "So...what d'you wanna ask me?" He let the question hang in the air, not looking in her direction. He really just wanted it to be over with so he could get high.
TAGGED / EMERSON<3
WORD COUNT / 615!
NOTES / hmm, maybe she could be snarky and flippant about his life so he blows up? Not sure how you want to handle this, haha.
LYRICS / Mercy Mercedes - Get it Darlin
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Post by EMERSON ALONA DASCHEL on May 10, 2010 15:23:01 GMT -5
it took him a few moments to open his bedroom door to her, and em did notice that he looked a little spooked for the second that he was actually facing her. she closed the door swiftly behind her, as elli's had asked, before following him into her room. her brown eyes scanned the boy's room quickly, as she smoothed back her dyed black hair.
it was a nice room. it certainly looked occupied, which was more than em could say about her own room that looked like it belonged in a showroom or something. it was not that emmy was one of those immaculately clean people, it was not even due to cleaning women of any sort, but em just never was in her room for very long. her slight insomnia kept her from really needing to be in the room, as she was usually down in her soundproofed basement or in her best friend's room, where she actually slept easier than in her own bedroom. elli's bedroom though, looked like an adolescent male lived in it.
he had asked her what she wanted to ask him. she just gave him a look. she was not going to let him not work. it was obvious that he didn't want to work, but he was going to because emmy was not letting a pothead pull her grade down... leading to her feeling like she had to cut herself. it was not like she was looking forward to this project much either. elli didn't really seem like the type to care, but most people, even em's teachers, seemed to think they knew her from the tabloids and the newspapers and the pictures. they didn't know her at all, if that was what they were going off of.
and she told him that straight, "look, elli, i know you don't wanna do this. trust me, i'm not a huge fan of this project either, but we're going to do it. kay? cause i can't deal with not doing it and getting a bad grade." he could not know how much em could not deal with a bad grade, it was how she was wired to not deal. she wasn't a masochist by any means, so she didn't enjoy the pain that she inflicted on herself, but she would do it if she didn't do well. it was twisted, it was stupid, and it was painful, but she was just wired like that.
THIS POST IS COMPLETE, WITH 413 WORDS TO SHOW FOR IT. EMERSON ALONA DASCHEL IS PLAYING TAG WITH ELLIOT FINN RIDER WHILE WEARING THIS. MACKIE JUST WANTED TO SAY, SORRY IT IS SHORT. ONCE WE GET ROLLING I'LL BE ABLE TO JUST WRITE MORE FOR YA.
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