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Post by GARRETT BEARE on Aug 26, 2010 14:40:21 GMT -5
They were going to be late. They were going to be fucking LATE. After pouring so much money into this entire trip already, he could already see it slipping through his fingers.
Garrett had been in the airport for almost a half an hour now. He'd gotten his ticket, he'd checked his baggage and run through security and seen at least a few other people on the trip show up, yet there was STILL absolutely no sign of Marnie or Mitch.
Garrett rubbed his temples. Marnie was the one who had all the room keys and hotel information. If she just DECIDED not to show (which he wouldn't put past her) then the whole thing was fucked. he mentally kicked himself. Durand had TOLD him not to leave anything up to Marnie, and hell he should have KNOWN better, but she had insisted and Marnie usually did whatever the hell she wanted anyway so there had really been no use in arguing with her.
And then there was Mitch. Garrett dug his nails into his palm at the thought of the conversation they had held over the internet. He could feel himself burning up at the notion that it had all been so PUBLIC! He was surprised that there had not been a tabloid story run about the shame and indignation brought to the very company name for that. he had meant every word of it though. It wasn't HIS fault if his pussy of a friend couldn't handle a little bit of the truth.
Shit, he was already starting to freak out and he hadn't even gotten on the plane yet. In just another hour he would be high above the earth in a rickety pile of tin that could and would be flying through numerous storms and could come crashing to the ground at any moments notice and could easily have some metal cog or gear become jammed and so spiral into a downward desce-
Eyes wide open, Garrett pulled the bottle of Ativan out of his pocket and popped a few pills, perhaps a few more than he should have. he wasn't exactly positive what they did, but his driver had given them to him before he left the airport, so they had to do SOME good. He needed pretty much anythign to take the edge off for the flight.
Waiting for the drugs to take effect, he continued glaring at the entrance to the terminal, looking for any sign of the turmoil that usually followed Marnie.
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Post by stepsister on Aug 26, 2010 16:35:46 GMT -5
 Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Vivian definitely had not woken up this morning feeling like P Diddy.
She groaned, propping up her heels on the table, the coffee warm and smooth as it slid down her throat. Usually, she’d be chugging a nice Budweiser in the morning…but she just wasn’t in the mood. In fact, she was too caught up in trying to figure out what the fuck had happened last night.
She didn’t think she’d had sex. No, it wasn’ t that. She’d just gotten wasted. But why the hell did she wake up with tears down her face and a stuffy nose? And why was her hair ten times rattier than usual? All she knew was that the battery on her laptop was dead. So she must have been online.
But with who?
Maybe it was the MySpace guy. God, she sure hoped not. She always blocked that site from her computer when she thought she had a chance of getting drunk. If she said anything too risky, he’d never want to hear from her again. And she didn’t think she could handle that.
She remembered talking to people though. Lots of people. Some dude with a name that sounded like it was meant for a dog. Skippy? Yeah, something like that. He’d been pretty hot. And then that other guy…she remembered him well. The Boss.
He was even hotter.
She still had some things ringing in her head. One of those girls on the chat thing (she couldn’t remember which one) had said something about her being a whore. And how no one wanted whores anymore. Because people wanted real relationships.
This worried her.
Not because she was being called a whore. But because of her mom.
What if she went out of business? She’d never survive. She was already barely capable of surviving already. There were only so many boob jobs you could get, only so much Botox. She was already almost forty years old. What if no one wanted her anymore? What if she never got paid? What if she lost her house? She’d already lost everything else. It was a miracle when she remembered to pay bills, or buy milk, or even get off the couch at all.
The guilt was driving Vivian insane. She had begged her mother to let her go to this school. Begged her to let her start a new life. It had all been a terrible mistake. They couldn’t afford this. They couldn’t fucking afford this. She’d taken advantage that she was tired and desperate. And now if her mother ended up with NO money, it’d be ALL her fault. She should have thought about this. How could she be so selfish? Without a house, without food…what if she had to start stealing again? She could be arrested. She could die.
Vivian bit her lip, the coffee shaking in her hand. She couldn’t believe she had done this. But she had needed to get out of there. She was sick of having all this responsibility…feeling like she was the mother instead of the daughter. It made her so angry when people didn’t understand that her mother wasn’t just some stupid slut. They’d do the same thing if they were in her position, if they had no other options. It was just like any other job, except she used her body instead of her mind. No one would ever get it.
She took another sip of the coffee, her hand trembling a little bit more. Sometimes all this partying and shit got to her, but it was better to be like this. It was like being numb. She closed her eyes, trying to picture when she was fat and disgusting and no one wanted her. Why did people always say she turned out so bad? She could have ended up even worse if she stayed like that. It was better to have every guy like you for your boobs, then to have no guy like you at all. When you don’t have a pretty face, you just need to use your other assets.
She glanced at the clock. The plane would be here soon. And so would Drake. And his stupid fucking girlfriend. Vivian wanted to keep her fingernails in their nailbeds, so she hoped that crazy bitch wouldn’t find out why she was on this trip. Disney World. The happiest place on earth. She’d never been there before. She wondered if they even let you have sex there. But they might as well, if it was supposed to be so fucking happy.
With a sigh, she got up from her chair, the lukewarm coffee still in her hand. How many calories was this again? Probably a hell of a lot. Did they have bathrooms on planes? If she didn’t get this out of her body soon, it would go right to her belly. She placed her hand on her stomach. Definitely more flabby than usual. What if Drake changed his mind about this whole thing? Oh God, she better just go get rid of it now. And if anyone heard her puking, she’d just say it was because of her hangover.
She lazily pushed the chair in, walking through the airport, trying to find a bathroom. Ah, there it was. But what the hell was with that line? She couldn’t wait this long! She could gain a whole pound by then! Why did she even buy this thing anyway? This whole thing was a complete, utter disaster. She turned from the bathroom, frantically looking for a another one- one with no line- when she bumped into some guy and spilled the rest of her coffee all over him.
“UGH, get out of my way,” she groaned, ignoring the coffee dripping down his shirt. As she turned to leave, however, she noticed that he was pretty hot.
She’d seen this guy before.
“Oh my God…I know you!” she squealed. “Are you…oh my God, oh my God…let me guess…are you THE BOSS? Do you remember me? ‘Cause I don’t remember much about you, I just remember that you are THE BOSS. Mmm, you are so much hotter in person.”
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 26, 2010 20:11:09 GMT -5
 
It was nearly time to go, they were already letting the first class passengers onto the plane as the rest of the patrons watched the view screen for boarding clearance hungrily, and Mitch had yet to see any of the others at the gate. Shock, surprise - he was actually early, but only because he had the common sense to take his ticket from Marnie before the day of the trip. Too many times Marnie cancelled or forgot about her siblings accidently, leaving them stranded. She didn't mean it - they all knew that - but it had occurred far too often for Mitch to fall for it again. He figured that was what happened to the others. They were probably rushing their way here right now, Garrett angrily grumbling and Marnie irritatedly apologizing and the rest dragging their carry ons in pursuit.
Mitch leaned against a free wall, looking up at the screen as he pulled out his iPod. It seemed that the attendants were having some kind of problem at the gate, so the tardy members of the MAWF-TLP group were lucky. Perhaps they would be able to wave at him from as the plane departed. Mitch smirked, untangling his earphones as he thought. As much fun as that would be, he was actually looking forward to a vacation. Well, a vacation and more time to spend with Cleo, even though he'd have to suffer through spending time with the high schoolers and Garrett.
If anything at all was going to go right this trip, Mitch hoped that he wasn't seated next to Garrett on the plane. Right now, he could tolerate anyone but that bastard. Instead of getting frustrated over the whole ordeal again, Mitch put his head phones on, cranking up the volume until it drowned out most of the crowd but didn't bleed.
God bless us everyone, we're a broken people living under a loaded gun.
Oh, good. A nice happy song to make the mood. He gave his iPod an irritated look, changing songs to something that wouldn't make him want to wring someone's neck.
I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, but it's feeling just like every other morning before-
Really? That wasn't much of a difference. Maybe this thing was out to get him - it wouldn't have been the first time. Once Mitch had iTunes running while he was entertaining a female friend. It was going fine, up until the point where the machine played twenty songs about cheating on your girl/boyfriend in a row. Mitch was blamed, of course, for the offense, and even he couldn't defend himself. Well, third time's the charm.
Crying in a place, feel like you're losing your faith, feel like you're fading away without a voice to break the chain.
Cussing louder than he intended to, Mitch changed the music to one of the random broadway albums that he had. This trip was NOT starting out well. And, oh, he just couldn't wait until the herd showed up, starting a whole other list of worries.
Did you bring the tickets? I thought you had them? What, we don't have the tickets? Oh, wait I found them, silly me. What? I don't want to sit next to insert-name-here! Suck it up! OMG, I so totally knew we would be sitting together. Give me my ticket! Watch out for your bag. We aren't late are we? Tell me we're not late. We can't be late!
Groaning at the thought of all the racket, Mitch turned the music up a little louder. He just wanted to hurry up and get it all over with and get to Orlando before anyone was murdered and before he suicided.
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Post by MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT on Aug 26, 2010 20:55:45 GMT -5
Tristan looked in the mirrior and grumbled. “C’est des conneries.” He hated when his hair did this. That one little piece of hair sticking straight up and he couldn’t do anything about it because his hair stuff was in his suitcase. He pushed it down and it went back up. Giving up, Tristan shrugged on his shirt and went to search for his other pair of shoes. Tristan couldn’t believe that his JOB was taking him to Disney World. He had been as a kid when his mom took him to France but seriously? His boss was giving him a free trip to Disney… Wow. He still couldn’t believe it. There's they are! Maybe when he got to the airport it would become more realistic. He heard the honking of the taxi from downstairs and grabbed his suitcase and ran to the elevator. When he went into the elevator his excitement seemed to build as it went down. Tristan loaded his stuff into the taxi and wondered what he would do first. A thought crossed his mind. Yes he’d definitely have to get pictures with the princesses. After that maybe see a couple of shows? They had off-broadway shows in the Florida Disney didn’t they? And theeeen... make sure Durand enjoys himself. The poor guy probably had never been to Disney so Tristan could show him around… assuming its like the one in France. Tristan looked out the window and hoped they could get there as soon as possible. The car came to a sudden halt. “merc- I mean tank you.” Tristan said handing the man his money. He picked up his bags and headed into the airport. Tristan stood at the door and blinked a few times at the signs. Oh right, English airport. Now to find his gate. What did that sign say? He stopped on of the lady's with a name tag and asked for directions. After decphering his english, she pointed him in the right direction. Sadly the right direction had the biggest line! After a long security check, Tristan made it to the gate and went to find M. Beare. There he was! “Mizter Beare!” Tristan yelled as he walked up to Garrett. He looked around and saw no one beside him. “Where are the others?” Song: On Fire- Eminem Notes: Yaaaa. We’re going to DISNEY WORLD!!! Tags: EVERONE duh! Cred: Template by Becket the Fantabulous |
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Post by CLARISSA RAMONE on Aug 26, 2010 22:26:01 GMT -5
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Clarissa could not go on this trip. No, no, no. No matter how much Becky insisted. She couldn’t. Not after what had happened. Not when she was at the lowest she’d ever felt. All she would be was a downer, a poor girl with no friends who did not deserve happiness. Now, in fact, she was curled up in her closet, safe at home, amongst old blankets and stuffed animals. Never before had she cried so much. Her throat was raw, aching, her eyes stinging and red. “Chin up, girly.” And now she was hearing things. “No, I’m here, dollface.” Clarissa sobbed at the pet name, retreating further into the corner in which she sat. There was a gentle pat on her hand, and then finger-combing of her hair. “Clairbear, hun, you are lovely. Wipe those eyes. Look at me, girly.” Now mildly annoyed that she could not cry in peace, Clarissa lifted her head and searched the darkness. “Come on outta there.” Ugh! She nudged the door open with her foot and squinted at the sudden brightness. A figure stood in her room, tall and lanky. He wore sunglasses and his light hair was carefully arranged into an on-purpose mess. His hands were shoved in the back pockets of his jeans, and he was rocking on his feet. If he hadn’t looked so. . . imaginary, she would have screamed. He stepped closer, offering his hands to help her up. Clarissa rubbed at her eyes, to tired to understand what was going on. He sighed and grabbed her wrists, pulling her up and into a hug. “There, there, beautiful, it’s gonna be okay.” And for some reason, this made everything worse and better. So, she cried some more.
Thirty minutes later, they were in the kitchen. She had a big cup of hot tea and he watched her carefully, as if she were going to burst into tears again. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice shaky. “Bashful.” “Excuse me?” “Yeah, I don’t like it either.” “. . .” “Cat got your tongue, girly?” He was starting to annoy her. She sipped at her tea, waited for him to explain. “You ever hear of Snow White?” “That Disney princess?” “Sure. Y’know the Seven Dwarves?” “Of course.” “Name them." Clarissa rolled her eyes. “Doc, Happy, Dopey, Grumpy, Sneezy, Sleepy and Bashful.” He made a face, “Why was Bashful last?” “Why does it matter?” He sighed a very dramatic sigh. “You, deary, are the reincarnate of Bashful. Or me. I guess. Y’know, it’s not easy to explain." He gave her a look that said ‘i-don’t-want-to-explain-this’ but she narrowed her eyes and so he continued. . . not. “Can’t we just go to the airport, hun?! You’re going to miss the plane!” Clarissa gave him a confused expression before looking around for the clock. “They aren’t leaving for another two hours,” she answered, finishing her tea and looking into the mug with a frown. “Which means you have time to pack! Let’s go, girly! Let’s get out of boring New York!” he had taken off the sunglasses and was giving her one of those cliché puppy-eyes. “No!
[/b]" Yet, here they were. Bashful (who kept insisting she call him ‘ super awesome life saver’) begged nonstop for fifteen minutes. Clarissa hated displeasing people so she’d given in and had, surprise!, even let him pick her outfit for her. So, here she was in a dress sort of top and white leggings. It was weird. Her suitcases were already on their way to the plane, she had a small carry-on bag. It held her cell phone, wallet (which contained all of her piggy bank money), a small notebook, a couple of pens, a packet of gum, and her ticket. Clarissa had asked Marnie for it a couple of days ago, before that night. She had decided she wasn’t going until, of course, Bashful (“ super awesome life saver!”) had forced her to. The gate was in view and her steps quickened, in hopes that there would be somebody there she knew. “ Calm down, doll. It’ll be fine.” Bashful reassured her, comforted her on the thoughts that were threatening to overwhelm her. Namely: What if Garrett was there? Bashful, who was keeping up with her no problem, patted her on the head and she waved him away, no longer able to ignore the knots in her stomach. Oh. Mitch was there. Thank God. And then she saw Garrett and some girl shouting at him, and then was hearing a voice yelling across the airport. . . . Clarissa was going to die. She could not do this. Her quick pace stopped immediately and Bashful paused. He put his hands on his hips and glared at her. “ Clairbear.” She shook her head, willed her feet to move and take her home, but she was frozen. “ Look, hun, Mitch is there. You like Mitch, right? He’ll protect you. Come on, sweetie, you went through security and everything!” Bashful was whining now and Clarissa felt kind of bad. So, she willed her feet to move, this time towards the gate and the college senior, doing her very best to avoid the others. Arriving at his side, Clarissa peeked up at him, realizing he was listening to his iPod. Oh. “ Talk to him anyway, girly!” Bashful insisted, giving her a bright smile. He flung his arm around her shoulder and then proceeded to look around. Clarissa got the feeling that he was fascinated by the airport. Instead, she just stood beside him and prayed that nothing bad would happen before they even boarded the plane. bashful looks like this" bashful talking" “ clarissa talking[/b]" [/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by PETAL PAIX on Aug 27, 2010 2:43:56 GMT -5
 Petal loved people watching. You’d think that it would get boring waiting and hour and a half at an airport but once she found a coffee place and set up her laptop and was good for about twenty minutes. Then the boredom set in. So now she was people watching. The blonde little girl holding the hand of a flight attendant, A large group of tweens with backpacks and matching tees. A father from the army kissing his wife goodbye and kneeling down to talk to his small son.
And before you know it, you’re almost late. Petal skipped through the aisles to her gate. She couldn’t help but get excited about this trip. She was surprised when the Make A Wish Foundation offered it to her. They definited made her wish come true. Believe it or not, Petal had never been to Disney World. She had heard of Disney, of course, but she never knew about the theme park. She wasn’t going to tell anybody though, she didn’t want to be accused of “living under a rock.”
She continued to walk her carry-on bag hitting her thigh in a rhythm. Wait, was that it? She walked on and thought about all of the shows and dancing they probably have there. And the thrill rides! She wanted to get on alll of the rollercoasters. Petal wanted to be all touristy and giddy. This was going to be fun!
Petal’s smile got even larger as she found her gate. She looked around to see if she recognized anybody. She saw an older man and a guy about her age and another girl… no one she remembered from the fundraiser. Petal set her bag down and sat in the nearest seat.
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Post by SUMMER SINCLAIR on Aug 27, 2010 17:42:42 GMT -5
Summer had packed and unpacked six times already. Her roommate became officially annoyed the third time around and had left, leaving Summer to make the decision herself. She had been ranting to the girl, thinking aloud. Should I go? No, there was so much drama on the stupid conversation box. It would just be awkward. But it would be so much fun and such a great way to end senior year. No, I need to spend time with my dad! Summer was normally so good at making decisions. A couple of texts had come in from her co-workers, asking if she was going. If she was, did she need a ride? If she was, did she want to meet up? If she was, could they walk to the gate together? If she wasn't, WHAT THE HELL, SINCE WHEN? Summer had made a point to ignore them all and then, finally, put her phone on silent. The ninth time was the final one. Her suitcases were packed and the plane left in an hour and a half. It was now or never. “Here goes,” she muttered.
If Summer had known she was going to run into Cleo, she probably would have had an easier time making her mind up. The college senior was arguing with a man behind the counter. He looked particularly annoyed and she kept pulling her hand through her hair. Summer, suitcases still with her, waited in line until she finally was helped. It seemed the airport was extra busy, what with summer break and graduating seniors getting the heck out of New York. By the time she’d finished checking her bags in, Cleo was slamming her hand down on the counter before letting out a frustrated scream through her teeth. Summer approached, eyebrows raised. “Cleo?” she asked, carefully, as she was in no mood for the girl’s anger to be redirected at her. The red-head spun to look for who had said her name, and upon seeing it was Summer, her expression relaxed immediately. “Summer!" she exclaimed, reaching and pulling the girl into a strong hug. “Hey, doll! How’s it going?” The airport employee cleared his throat and Cleo remembered her predicament. She pivoted back towards him and was angry all of sudden. Summer wondered how she made the transition so easily.
Fifteen minutes later, the two were rushing to the gate, having spent way to much time at the check-in. Cleo had her ticket, having received it from Mitch the day before. Summer, always thinking ahead, got hers many days in advance. Summer had a carry-on bag, holding five small books and a couple of other things. Cleo’s carry-on was full of candies: gummy worms, reese’s pieces, skittles, and sour patch kids. She seemed mildly surprised that they made it through security, but then was extremely excited that they had. They arrived at the gate with ten minutes to spare. Summer looked around, realizing that most had yet to show up. Garrett was being screamed at by some blonde who Summer assumed was Vivian simply from the color of her hair. A voice, heavy with French accent, sounded from somewhere around here and she matched the voice with Tristan. Mitch and Clarissa stood a bit farther from the others and Cleo skipped away to join them. Summer crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. Now what was she supposed to do?
“Mitchie! Clarissa, doll!” Cleo chimed, throwing her arms around the girl in a hug. She stood back, keeping her hands on her shoulders and looked her over. “You look so cute!” Cleo was honestly surprised the girl in the clothes she was wearing. She’d seemed so shy over the internet. That’s what you get for judging a book by its cover. . .
cleo is talking
summer is talking
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Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Aug 27, 2010 21:49:33 GMT -5
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Darius sprinted through the hanger. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He was gonna be late. He was gonna be sooooooooo late. God damn it, he was gonna be fucking late. Shit.
Darius careened around another corner, tossing his dreads back from his head and pickin’ up the pace. Shit. He was in deep shit. Deep deep shit. Why the fuck were New York City taxis so goddamn slow? And how the fuck was he supposed to know that they were leaving out of JFK instead of La Guardia? C’mon man, they were both fucking airports. Why the fuck did it matter which plane you jumped on as long as you fucking got there? How was he supposed to know? God damn. He was so fucked.
He sprinted into the gate, shoving his way through the vast crowd of flight attendants and ticket agents cleaning up from the day’s traffic, ducking and dodging weirdo skinny bitches brandishing scanners and notepads, slipping through with a “IgotmygoddamnboardingpasshowthefuckyouthinkIgotintotheairport” here, a “I’mnotcarryinggunsokayfuckoff” there, a final dive, and he skidded to a halt right before the palne, managing to wrestle his legs back into his usual swagger as he stepped into the gate.
“Well hello ladies,” he sang to two flight attendants standing behind the counter, winking as they ussured him on. Glancing at the crumpled slip of paper in his hand he staggered through the rows of chairs, winking at some smokin’ chicks as he passed, until he reached an empty seat.
Ohohoooo. Well what did he have here? 2 smokin’ hot chicks on either side of his seat. “Well hey there,” he addressed, grinning and elbowing them simultaneously.
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LYRICS Yukmouth-So Ignorant
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Aug 28, 2010 3:02:02 GMT -5
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[/size] harity was up early, since she knew that Braxton would have forgotten they were going to the happiest place on earth today. She dropped her bag quietly outside of Braxton's door, slipping off her boots so as to silently maneuver through his dorm room. She slipped inside the door, since Braxton never locked it- he was always forgetting and or losing his keys. She shut the door behind her, and snuck forward, managing to find Braxton's suitcase, which she promptly pulled open and started filling carefully and neatly, organizing into sections- shirts, shoes, pants, underwear, socks, pajamas, jacket, etc.
She was careful to be extra quiet in gathering his toiletries from the bathroom, leaving the ones he would need to get ready for the morning. She took his shampoo, soap, and whatnot else, put them in a plastic bag quietly and then stuck them into the allotted space in his suitcase, precisely using the minimum amount of space possible. Okay, so she was precision oriented- was that really such a problem? She didn't seem to think so, and apparently neither did Braxton, since they were still together after all.
As soon as she was satisfied that he had everything he needed, she pulled out some clothes for him to wear, setting them on top of the suitcase, and climbing into his bed. She hovered over him, a hand gently placed on either side of his chest. She smiled a little bit at him sleeping and she shook her head- he looked more harmless than a baby jackrabbit when he slept. It was cute. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, speaking quietly, "Mornin' Darlin.' It's time ta rise'n shine." She flopped over onto the bed so she was laying next to him, "Brax, ya promised me ya'd go on this trip with me.... So ya better git ready." The slight, faint, tinkling in the back of her mind spoke something about pirates and indians and Peter's favorite, but Charity ignored it- ever since she'd had that run in at the dock, things had been different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. And she kept having weird 'falling' feelings in her sleep, and other times she felt like she was floating in bed. It was strange, but still, she just waved it off as lingering effects of the heart attack she'd had.
She waited for him to wake up then so that she could drag him around the dorm room and finish getting him ready so she could push him out the door and on their way to the airport. She had very little patience for him being sluggish this morning, so when he fumbled with his shirt, or took too long to tie his shoes, she stepped in for him.
She even poured him a bowl of cereal- she couldn't have him being hungry. Of course, she rushed him through eating it because she wanted to get going, but still, she couldn't just let him starve. As soon as he was done, she cleaned up after him and dragged him out the door, slipping her boots on over her knee high socks that were blue and had monkeys on them.
They made it through security fairly easy, and before long, Charity and Braxton were at the gate, getting ready to go to the most 'magical' place on earth. As she waited, Charity fidgeted, shifting her weight back and forth, smoothing the front of her shirt, picking at imaginary 'fuzzies' on her jeans, etc. She really just needed to on the plane and in a chair, then maybe she would be able to focus more fully on things. Or she could sleep. One or the other.
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BECKY CARLSON
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THE PIED PIPER
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Post by BECKY CARLSON on Aug 28, 2010 11:59:01 GMT -5
"THANKS MOM!!" Becky screamed as she left the car, diving back into the passenger seat for one last mega-hug with her mother. She knew that it was risky to waste time when they were already late, but it was her MOM! She was allowed to spend a little time with her when she wasn't going to get to see her for an entire week! Besides, they had a legitimate reason for being late. Becky and her mother had stayed up ALLLL night making brownies for the entire group going on the trip and she would be damned if they weren't absolutely PERFECT. She had tried a few and they were definitely the best she had ever tasted (but then, they all were).
Becky was just sad she didn't have time to make the banana muffins and cupcakes. She knew that Izzy would LOVE those and Mitch really needed some (hadn't she heard he was a virgin? the poor thing).
Rushing into the airport, Becky tried to get through everything as quickly as possible. She'd heard that they were really cracking down on security nowadays, so she had taken care to make sure to hide her brownies in her very own secret disguise book. From the outside it LOOKED like just a book, but on the inside it was really a tupperware food container. with her brownies safely stored inside and her plastic pancake turner also stuffed deep inside the handbag, she easily breezed through security, a smug, secret agent feeling flowing through her veins. Uncle Sam would NEVER get his hands on her brownies.
Walking up to the gate, she looked for her other travel mates. The first person she saw was Mitch, wearing the most "PLEASE GIVE ME A BROWNIE, I'M SAD" look that Becky had ever seen. It almost broke her heart to see that she had come so late. She only could imagine what perfect relief she was bringing him.
"MITCH! MIIITCH! IT'S OKAY! I'M HERE NOW! I HAVE BRO- I MEAN BR.... I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!" Becky cried, racing across the terminal to get to him. She had to be careful, she couldn't risk revealing her secret to the uptight fun police yet.
Finally reaching Mitch, she started digging through her purse, trying to grab the secret container in the most inconspicuous manner as possible, while looking over his companion and trying to figure out why she looked so damn familiar.
"Oh thank god, I got here in time, okay, so it's all right now, I got.... well, I got you - CLARISSA?!?" Becky was dumbfounded and immediately stopped fiddling with her bag. She knew why she hadn't recognized her roommate, and it was because, well, it wasn't her roommate! It was some magical deity that had possessed Clarissa's body and put on the most extravagant, beautiful outfit their combined closet held.
"Is that my dress- NEVERMIND! YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL! OHMYGOD, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE WEARING THIS? THIS IS A MAJOR STEP OF IMPROVEMENT! YOU SHOULDA' TEXTED ME!!" WORDS509 NOTESSorry for becky being so....weird. I dunno how she smuggled brownies either o.O CREDITMe? |
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Post by marnie0sawyer on Aug 28, 2010 21:16:56 GMT -5
You've got magic inside your fingertips
its leaking out all over my skin
everytime that i get close to you
your makin me weak with the way you
look through those eyes
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/color][/size] "Everybody wants some presto magic, magic, magic"[/color] Marnie sang along with the song on her ipod. The headphones were blue and grey beats hanging around her neck and on full blast. Though she received a few rather rude looks, she simply ignored the people giving them, as she often did. Every time she noticed a look, though, she was reminded of Garrett and that he would probably be freaking out if she didn't find him. She tried to shrug it off, but with a purse of her lips she thought again that it probably wasn't good to just be wandering... Marnie hadn't been too worried about her wandering when she got there four hours before the time they were told to meet up in the airport. She'd already gotten through security and had spent most of her time talking to various children throughout the place, and helped a young girl find her parents waiting outside of a gate less than two minutes before their plane would be leaving. That sort of scene was always nice, but she glanced at the clock now to realize that she'd actually managed to miss the meeting time. "Ahhh, this is no good..."[/color] she mumbled, pushing through the crowds with her rolling suitcase in tow and red carry-on bag over her shoulder. After a while she spotted some people, one of them being Garrett. With a grin, she noted he was talking to another blonde. Figuring it was an employee, she called out, "Garrett," waved, then sat down next to a boy with dreadlocks, who then said hello to her. "Hello. Are you one of Garrett's?" she asked the boy with a smile. "I'm Marnie. You are?" she introduced without any knowledge of who this person was. [/center] words: I dunno...
outfit: www.polyvore.com/boarding/set?id=22563168
lyrics: Magic by Colbie Caillat
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Post by sablesepulchre2 on Aug 29, 2010 0:48:40 GMT -5
Mitch was far too involved in listening to his music and watching the view screens to notice the quiet Clarissa standing close to him. It was only when Cleo walked up that Mitch noticed the movement and glanced over. He removed his earphones quickly, pausing his iPod as he did. "Clarissa! Cleo! Glad you're here! I was beginning to think that everyone had forgotten." He didn't know how long Clarissa had been standing there, but Mitch hoped not for too long. That was the problem with music - you get so wrapped up in it that sometimes you miss out on life. "How long have you been here? Sorry if I was ignoring you, you know."
[/b] He tapped his iPod knowingly as he stashed it away in his pocket. It seemed that alot more of the trip participants were arriving, but no Marnie was in sigh- Wait, there she was talking to some sketchy looking kid like he was an average joe. Typical of his sister to completely ignore stranger-danger and run headfirst to the druggies to chat it up. He sighed, turning back to Clarissa and Cleo. Cleo... Whatever was going on between she and Mitch was, well, something good, that was certain, but what it exactly was was as clear as mud. They had a connection, but was it friends or something more? It was like Mitch was in a Disney movie, where all the coincidences line up to save the day ad have a happy ending for all the heroes. Life is going well, a little hard to get by. TRAGEDY STRIKES. Enter villan, enter betrayal, enter death. Depression ensues. Enter hero to save the day, to bring a ray of light into the darkness. Curtains close on a happy ending. But unlike the movies, no happy ending was guaranteed. Mitch's tragedy was that fiasco of an online chat from earlier. The villain was a friend, making the duplicity of the situation even worse. And his hero? An unlikely former damsel in not-so-distress. It was all as confusing as hell with pros and cons on both sides. Glancing over at Cleo brought back a night of fond memories. Delivering brownies past midnight, stargazing, trading light-hearted jokes, laughing at each other, a stolen kiss. Why did last night have to end? Mitch smirked to himself. Well, it wasn't like last night actually ended. They both just ran out of their usually abundant energy, which for Mitch probably had to do with his insomniac streaks. He glanced up at the TV screen again, hoping for an update in boarding status, but they were still delayed. Hopefully, Mitch could sleep on the flight to Disney, and if not, there was some serious crashing to do later. Suddenly a container of who-knows-what was shoved into his face by a girl he didn't recognize immediately, but who knew his name. "Uh, thank you?" Mitch opened the container, revealing the brownie-esque contents, and grinned widely. The girl had just delivered a Glad container of homemade ingenuity. Turning to Cleo, Mitch held out the sweets. "Brownie, my dear?" A happy ending after all. [/color][/blockquote] WORDS : don't askNOTES : I can't wait until he finds out who his seat mates are XDSONG : Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park[/center] |
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CLARISSA RAMONE
FAIRY TALES
BAUM ACADEMY SENIOR
BASHFUL
LITTLE SNOW-WHITE
AWAKENED
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Post by CLARISSA RAMONE on Aug 30, 2010 20:56:07 GMT -5
![]() 500x?? fits it better. [/img] B L A M E IT ON ME OR BLAME IT ON Y O Urelax take it easy for there is nothing that we can do- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
Clarissa had waited five, maybe ten minutes, when Cleo arrived out of nowhere. It's like the girl was magic or something. But then she was here, hugging Clarissa, and complimenting her. It was all sort of strange. Bashful tsk-tsked her and she resisted the urge to nudge him in the side. Because he wasn’t really there and that would just look funny. “Thank you,” she murmured, standing a little straighter, with a look of. . . what was it? Pride? No, because this was Clarissa! But yes. Clarissa was proud. And so was Bashful. “’Atta girl!” he cheered, ruffling her hair. She was starting to hate that. . . Much as Cleo had, Becky suddenly appeared. But she had yet to notice Clarissa. Which was kind of confusing. Like, helllo! She was wearing a top without long sleeves and leggings! “Oh calm down, doll. I bet she doesn’t rec---” Becky cut Bashful off loudly. Clarissa cringed, having become accustomed to Becky yelling as a bad thing. But. . . she was complimenting her?
Clarissa looked up at Mitch, a little startled. How had she forgotten he was there? She had been standing next to him after all. She waved a dismissive hand at his apology before looking back to Becky. Clarissa now wore an absolutely radiant smile, positively beaming. She did a mini curtsy. “This is mine,
[/color]” Clarissa laughed and took a brownie from the container that Mitch had just reached into. He was offering it to Cleo. Awwwwww! Super cute! “ Those two are gonna get married, I swear.” Bashful was right. And Becky and Izzy would plan it. She laughed again, this time to herself mostly. “ It is a major step, isn’t it?[/color]” Clarissa muttered, looking over the outfit Bashful had picked for her. “ All thanks to me. That girl better not take my credit!” Bashful had his arms crossed over his chest and was giving Becky a not-so-subtle glare. Clarissa rolled her eyes and took a bite of the brownie. “ Becky! These are godly![/color]” bashful looks like this" bashful talking" “ clarissa talking[/b]" [/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAGS: tlp&mawf workers
WORDS: 336
OUTFIT: here
LYRICS: relax, take it easy by mika
CREDIT: kourtni @ CAUTION !
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OLIVER QUINN
FAIRY TALES
ADULT
MAURICE
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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I made it myself!
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Post by OLIVER QUINN on Aug 31, 2010 21:26:14 GMT -5
A trip? To Disneyworld? (Or perhaps there was a space in there, Disney World. . . he really couldn't remember. It hadn't occurred to Oliver that it mattered. Or, he didn't think it did. Maybe it did matter. . .) No, no, no, this really wasn't what he should be worrying about, he was supposed to be packing for this trip that he was coming along on. Summer was going, and therefore, he had to go. He was her father, after all.
Sort of.
But regardless of genetics, it was his job to protect her and keep her safe from that employer man of hers, as well as creepy Disneylanders. . . or Worlders. . . they were going to Orlando, right? That was DisneyWORLD. He was about 90% sure. Well, more like 88.7%, but he was rounding up, anyway.
Stuffing a few in-progress rocket blueprints and a GameBoy Advance back into his messenger bag, Oliver (who, according to the wristwatch he had constructed himself, was already running late) practically sprinted through security and literally sprinted to the proper gate, holding his newsboy cap on over his hair, wild with lack of care. His unbuttoned tweed jacket flew out behind him almost comically, the tattered old suitcase he carried moving haphazardly side-to-side as he jerked it along on its nearly broken wheels, attentive dark brown eyes scouting for the correct gate. "Comeoncomeon," he muttered to himself. "GottafindSummer..."
And, at last, there it was.
"THANK TECHNOLOGY," he cried, pausing a moment to bend over and place his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Oliver knew for a fact that he was not athletically inclined, and sprinting down an airport terminal was not how he liked to start his day. He straightened after a moment, eyes darting about frantically in the desperate attempt to spot Summer. If Summer wasn't here, it didn't matter how late he already was or what tickets he had for this trip, he wasn't getting on that plane - not to say he didn't like planes, but he was coming on this trip because Summer said he could, and besides, it wasn't as if he knew any of the strange people here.
And then, at last, his eyes lit on a familiar face.
"Daughter!" he cried, stumbling over to her somewhat clumsily (he nearly tripped on an untied shoelace in the process, but managed to catch himself). "I'm here, I'm here. I didn't. . . miss anything, did I?"
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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Sept 1, 2010 21:58:16 GMT -5
Cleo was tired. She was a firm believer in ‘early bird gets the worm.’ Not that she got up earlier than any other birds and not that she liked worms. No. Ew. Cleo just wasn’t used to going to bed so late and then having to wake up so early. It was not pleasant. She somehow had managed to do so. Having finally hit the hay at around 2:30 in the morning, Cleo had about four hours of sleep. Then she’d had to get up and take a shower, finish packing, and make it to the airport in time. She’d managed another half hour nap in the cab but that was it. She was running on four and a half hours of sleep. So, it took her a little while to process what was going on around her. Becky had already started talking to Mitch by the time Cleo realized the girl had arrived. She was digging around in her bag, going on and on about something, seemingly unaware that Cleo and Clarissa were even there. Cleo scanned the crowded gate, looking for the Last Petal and Make a Wish employees and the randoms that worked at neither. Which made her a random. Fun. Garrett, Vivian, Marnie and some kid with dreadlocks, Petal and some cute guy with a French accent. Wait. Was Petal going to Disney? Probably. In fact, they’d probably shared a taxi on the way here. Cleo wouldn’t be surprised, what with her half-awake state. Cleo yawned suddenly, dipping her head and closing her eyes. She was so tired. Cleo dragged a hand through her hair and looked back up just as Becky started screaming at Clarissa. The shy girl seemed quite proud that the outfit hadn’t been picked out by her roommate.
Then Mitch was saying something and she turned, facing him. He was offering her. . . where had he even gotten those? A tired smile graced her lips. It reminded her of last night, of early morning. Of the laughter, shooting star wish, and the night sky. Of her stumbling, the kiss she’d pulled away from, of wanting to fall asleep right there. And, of course, it reminded her of the electric kiss that had been the highlight of her night. She took the brownie from him, "
thanks hun."[/size] Clarissa’s exclamation caught her off guard and Cleo raised her eyebrows skeptically. “Godly? Really?” Cleo laughed and took a bite. She regretted judging. These were godly. “Freaking yum,[/color]” she managed, mouth full. Summer watched the interaction between the Make a Wish employees and Cleo, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. How could she stay forlorn when seeing that? Cleo and Mitch were too cute. Summer wouldn’t be surprised if the two ended up next to each other on the plane. And even if they didn’t, she figured they’d end up sitting together somehow. She shook her head before remembering that Oliver was supposed to be coming on this trip. How could she have forgotten that?! If she’d remembered that sooner, Summer would have been packed and at the gate hours ago. Because Oliver was going and he was her very best friend, her ‘father’ even. Summer stood on her tippy-toes and began to look around, searching for Oliver. Please, please, please let him make it! Just as she turned the opposite way, Oliver was beside her, stumbling and repeating himself. She laughed and threw her arms around him in a hug, realizing how much she’d missed him. Summer pulled back and noticed his shoelaces were untied. She laughed and bent, tying the laces for him. “ I’m so glad you’re here,[/color]” she said, relieved. Thank goodness. “ You haven’t missed anything,[/color]” she answered, looking to the gate where they still were having technical difficulties. “ You’re timing is perfect![/color]” cleo is talkingsummer is talking
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