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Post by alicegraves on Feb 11, 2010 23:55:31 GMT -5
The mall was bustling with people, couples going to movies, girl friends giggling about clothes and guys blankly browsing unknowingly for that certain gift they had no idea where to find. Murmurs came from all around the food court, smells of pizza, Chinese food and cinnamon rolls mixing together in one large clot of smells.
Sitting as a small, bar-like table was Alice, her long blond hair pulled behind her left ear, the res hanging over left her shoulder, sweeping against her leather jacket. Today she had opted for the teenage look, Alice was one that could look 16 or 25 depending on what she wanted, fooling people was easy for her and her accent would only help with the facade she wished to portray. Her eyes glanced over a brochure for a nightclub, her boots tapping lightly against the bar chair, keeping time to the music humming in her left ear. She wore a black miniskirt, black and white stripped tights and a blue, slightly tight shirt under her jacket, accented with an assortment of bangles and necklaces, the largest of which depicted a rabbit.
"Night Club looking for part timers. Is it you?" She read aloud, the words rolling off her tongue in her estuary accent. She sounded amused. This would be just the thing that would drive her father insane, if he ever found out about it that is. Maybe he'd just think she had finally met some friends at that college she went to. "I don't know about being me," she mused to the piece of paper in her slender hands, "But I can be whoever you need."
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Post by queen on Feb 12, 2010 0:27:14 GMT -5
The moment the flame hit her cigarette, Veronica inhaled with the skill she’d mastered since middle school. The smoke billowed like fog around her red mass of long curls, almost like a heavenly aura, of course making her and Drake the center attraction. Lung cancer? Emphysema? HA! Like that would ever happen to her. She was badass… and she was good at making that clear.
Pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, she wrapped her arms around Drake’s neck, the cigarette still grasped tightly between her fingers, and pulled him into the makeout session that was bound to occur. It was such a rush, the taste of his cigarette combining with hers. She smiled, letting go and taking another drag on hers. This was only temporary. Once they got out of this crazy mall, they’d start smoking the harder stuff.
“So babe…” she said, absent mindedly, still clinging to him. “What should we do now?”
She leaned back, observing the crowd around her, her eyes shining as she realized that she was getting some attention. How she craved it. It was almost like a drug. Almost as addicting as all the drugs she was on.
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Post by alicegraves on Feb 12, 2010 0:45:42 GMT -5
She folded the paper, stuffing it into her bag. Her bag itself was an entity of itself, buttons of different fandoms covered the messenger bag's over flap. She had hung around long enough and, she checked her watch. It was nearing lunch time and two things would happen, one was more people would gather, the second was the noise would only grow louder. Alice took out her ipod, turned it off and put that too in her bag, there was a time and a place for everything.
Saturdays her father was home, he had a few business mates he usually had over from time to time, so Alice would take the time to get away. He'd only try to fawn over her or try to add her into the conversations. Sure she understood the Bear markets and the Bull markets, but it was all dreadfully dull and boring....too real world for her tastes. There was something about the mall that took one away from the real world, Saturday meant the high schooler's were out in droves, in their punk, funk, colors, cigarettes, spiked hair, colored poorly she might add. But it was something. There was a couple across the room, snogging, dragging on cigarettes and enjoying themselves...or at least their physical prowess . Another group of boys in tight jeans and makeup with hair so floppy they couldn't see past their noses.
Alice shook her head, smiling slightly. In England they had similar teens, but some of the fashion across the pond was....higher class, perhaps it was her neighborhood, but she had a thing for the top hats and waist coats. Standing, she went to a counter, ordering herself and Icee...a sort of fizzy ice drink. Waiting for the pimpled teen at the counter to serve her, she glanced around the room once more.
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Post by hook on Feb 12, 2010 1:12:07 GMT -5
Drake smiled at Veronica as he lit up. God, this was great. Those dumbshits he called parents and the idiots at school didn't know what they were missing when they swore themselves to have forever virgin lungs and never touch an ounce of the good stuff.
This was just the beginning, too. From tobacco there were numerous branches and roads one could go down, like heroin or cocaine or merijuana or uppers or downers. Drake had tried them all. Sure his dad wouldn't have approved but hey, that fucker wasn't alive anymore, now was he?
All of a sudden, Veronica swooped him up in a massive makeout session. Oh yeah, that was another one of the bonuses, spontaneous tongue action with the hottest girl in town. Hell. Yes.
“So babe…What should we do now?”
" Hey, you know that Delia's got some stuff sittin' there for us. Why the hell should we wait? Might as well go get it now while it's good." He smiled at her crookedly, taking another long drag on the cigarette that suddenly wasn't enough for him before dropping it on the tile floor. Getting to his feet from the small table in the food cout he held his right hand out to Veronica to help her to her feet, his left hand hanging awkwardly at his side...just like always.
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Post by alicegraves on Feb 17, 2010 23:26:56 GMT -5
Alice yawned, taking her Icee and finding an out of the way place to sit and drink it. She hated biding her time, it seemed like a waste of precious time. But what else was she supposed to do? She gauged her fingernails into the side of the Styrofoam cup. The thing about her, is she never seemed to fit in anywhere. All of her life it had been that way, and it seemed like here was no different.
Three months and still no friends, just the people she was forced to be with. She took the piece of paper out from her bag, opening it and reading it over as if it would unlock some mystery. "All a bunch of nonsense," she said, standing. Just hanging around here was doing nothing for her nerves and was only making her on edge and angry.
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