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Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Aug 21, 2010 20:56:02 GMT -5
A tall boy was rushing around the room that had previously just been his. Now, out of all the damn people they could have chosen to give a roommate, it was finally Braxton's time to relinquish his single dorm suite for a partner. When he first came to the place he was supposed to have a roommate, but the guy bailed, so Braxton was left with a room all to himself, and happily so. He was able to spread out his shit and just get down to work with his art and what not. Best of all he was able to smoke by opening the window and sitting on the ledge. Most of the smell would just drift into the sky and he was only left with a small about floating about his small room, a manageable amount in case any friends, dorm counsellors or his mother came to pay him a visit.
Braxton wasn't sure when the boy would be coming but he had been given a guesstimate of between ten and noon. He was told to be friendly and they didn't want any complaints. Braxton wasn't a bad person, just always assumed to be a trouble maker. It wasn't like he was perfect example of a person. It was more he only caused trouble when it suited him, just like anything else he did. Honestly the boy was a little stressed out and annoyed and would be smoking like a chimney if that was the complete opposite how he needed the room to smell now. He wasn't a person who liked change that wasn't his doing. This roommate thing was very much not what he would have chosen form himself. He was an installation artist what the hell were they thinking? Sure he painted and everything he did have charcoal sketches covering the drab paint even some watercolors about too. But those were just fun. He liked to construct and build make an environment that people could interact with. What did the dorm assigners think when they assigned Braxton a room mate? He would just have to make due.
The only problem with him cleaning was he had made a place for everything based on the idea that he had a whole room to himself. In retrospect that wasn't the smartest idea, given the fact that he knew that is room was made for two and would eventually get another person. But, it suited Braxton just to take up the whole space, and not just half, even if it was just living with the hope full thinking that he would have a room to himself the whole time. He heard a rattle on the door and almost fell over from being interrupted when he was organizing his desk a bit just to make sure everything was where it needed to be, all the clothes were in the laundry basket, and the towels hung straight in the bathroom. He managed to regain his composure quick enough and made his way over to the door, praying that if there was a rep from the dorms they wouldn't be able to tell he smoked in the room. He could get kicked out that way, and there was no way he wanted to deal with his mother again.
Braxton opened the door to greet his new roommate. He was just praying that it was someone who wouldn't be a total douche. He also hoped he didn't look like a mess; he just sort of threw on clothes that morning. He had on an old baseball tee-shirt from the months of summer league resting on his shoulders, and a pair of dark athletic shorts that were riding low on his hips. Finally the rest of his legs were covered in tube socks that were black with white stripes. It was defiantly obvious that he wasn't planning on any sort of company.
The boy that was in front of him was normal enough, he just had to wait and see if everything else would fall in place. At least if he was annoying he could just lock him out or buy out the school-board patrons that had the power to give him a new room mate, but there was always the chance he got lucky. "Howdy, I'm Braxton," he spoke in his texan-accented voice. "Guess we're going to be roommates, huh." It was a strong, charismatic kind of voice, something that would belong to a politician or the President. He flashed his well taken care of smile as he opened the door wide enough for the guy to make it into the dorm with his bags and suitcase. It was time to really figure out who's idea giving him a room mate was, but first he needed to put his southern hospitality skills to good use.
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Post by lupincantsing on Aug 21, 2010 22:09:24 GMT -5
"Dammit," the rather small seventeen-year-old muttered to himself, dropping his suitcase and shaking his right hand where it had banged against the door frame. Wincing slightly, he regained his composue quickly enough, glancing around to be sure no one else caught his moment of pain; that was the last thing he needed, after all. No one wanted to be friends with a wimp, and friends were exactly what he'd be needing soon enough. Transferring schools hadn't been a particularly difficult decison for Jesse Parker. In fact, it had been one of the easiest in his life; the perfect oppertunity to get away from his mother and that ghastly small dump of a town they lived in.
He had begun to grow tired of seeing the same sights, the same people, each day for the past seventeen years. In his personal opinion, the world was far too big a place to stay stuck in one hole ofa town your entire life. No, not when there was most certainly adventure and trouble and friends to be found elsewhere. The fact that he'd be moving to a completely different state, with completely different people surrounding him every day hadn't even occured to Jesse as something bad. It had quite the opposite effect, in fact. He'd been starving for new faces and sights since as long as he could remember, and now that the oppertunity for each had arrived, he intended to make the most of it.
Taking a quick look at a small piece of paper in his hand, Jesse glanced back up at the entrance to the building. Nodding in approval, he placed the paper in the first available spot on his person he could think of: between his teeth. Grunting under his breath, he pushed the door open with his hip, taking the suitcase he'd dropped back into his hand. Shuffling rather awkwardly down the dorm's hallway, he suddenly began to ponder the many possiblites of roomate he could end up with. There was the jock; Jesse wasn't all too sure he'd enjoy that, although it was better than some. Or a druggie; he shuddered at the thought. Cigarette smoke alone was enough to make him want to hurl; the rest of that stuff was unimaginable. Putting such horrendous thoughts behind him, he continued to imagine the many possibilites. An artist wouldn't be too bad, he decided, just as long as they didn't paint or draw anything particularly freaky.
At last, there he was; standing just outside the door to his new home. Putting both leather suitcases ont he floor beside him, Jesse reached his hand out towards the door before quickly drawing it back to his side. First, there was just enough time for a guessing game. Quietly, he leaned his ear against the door to listen. A grin spread across his face as sounds of rustling papers and God knows what else came from behind the wood. Satisfied with his findings, Jesse pulled away from the door, smoothing down his wrinkled blue t-shirt. Inhaling deeply, he ran his fingers through his hair as his other hand extended towards the doorknob once again. Rattling it slightly, he chuckled at the rather obvious crash from within; his plan had been a success.
The door then opened to a tall boy with blonde hair. Jesse stopped laughing abruptly, clearing his throat to take in whoever it was he would be bunking with for the remainder of the school year. He looked average enough; acceptable, although his rather bizarre outfit warrented yet another grin from Jesse, this one simply uncontainable.
"Howdy, I'm Braxton. Guess we're going to be roommates, huh,"
It had been a statement, not a question, although the tone had been friendly enough, which pleased Jesse more than the accent amused him. Nodding, he extended his right hand. "Jruhg-" the word came out a tad jumbled, due to the paper still stuffed between his closed jaw. "Whoops. Forgot about that. Anyway, my name's Jesse, Jesse Parker. What's yours?" He grinned rather sheepishly at the mistake, crumpling up his list of directions and stuffing it in his pocket- why hadn't he thought of that earlier? "D'you mind?" he asked polietely, hoisting both suitcases into the room, throwing them rather haphazardly on the spare bed as he plopped himself down, surveying the room. |
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Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Aug 21, 2010 23:16:29 GMT -5
Braxton watched his movements, and then his eyes. He couldn't get over the fact he would be sharing his room from now on and knew it was going to be very difficult to adjust to that. He was fairly certain his roommate would want to have hot water in the morning so he’d have to keep his showers brief, or they’d have to make some kind of schedule due to the fact Braxton liked taking excessively long showers, finding the water relaxing and peaceful enough that sometimes he fell asleep against the glass. Though, maybe he’d be lucky enough that this guy wasn’t the type to be in the room all day so he wouldn’t really be sharing it until night time when they had school curfew “quiet time.”
He quickly stepped aside so he could walk in and watched as Jesse walked to the bed. He was still a little nervous about the smoke, and hopefully this guy didn't care about his bad habit, because if that were so there would definitely be a problem. He knew how the smell could cling onto clothes as much as he didn’t like admitting it, and likewise the urge to have another smoke was clinging even to the back of his mind due to the extended stress he was just put through having to clean so fast. It was common courtesy to show up on time, but just as he assumed that he wasn’t showing the guy had to come after all which made his procrastination a bigger problem than if he had cleaned earlier that morning.
Shutting the door quietly while leaning back with one hand so he could help grab the other suit case, Braxton smiled at what sounded like He a grizzly choking down a bunny-rabbit. He was caught a little off guard as the boy started looking around, taking in the room and probably trying to figure out where he could put his things since Braxton still had claim to the majority of the furniture and closet space. He crossed his arms almost cautiously since that made him feel a bit guilty about that and would have to order another dresser to be brought in for... Jesse. It was a nice enough name, easy to remember and had its own interesting twist with being a unisex name. He had known a Jessica that went by the name Jessie growing up. At least it wasn’t some new-age hippy-type name like Love-Child Sunflower Seed.
"Nice to meet'cha, Jesse." He walked across the room and took Jesse's hand to shake it with a strong grip, giving it a solid few pumps meaning that he aint going to handle any crap from him. "Name's Braxton Nibs, Jesse, Jesse Parker; Like Bond, James Bond, I get it." he introduced himself properly, though with a slight lopsided grin as he imitated the way Jesse had introduced himself before. He was just trying to make the best of this. Yet, there were still a lot of questions that he needed to be sure of before either of them made a decision about the other.
He was a little caught off guard when Jesse first arrived, but at last it seemed those retards who ran the school hadn't made such a big error after all. He could change and get used to having a roommate with some work on his part, as long as Jesse did infact turn out to be a decent sort of person and didn't have any strange fetishes. His smile was genuine. "Sorry, I wasn't really expecting you any more tonight. They told me you'd be here 'round noon or some time this morning, not six hours later." There was something great about all this and Braxton wasn't expecting that at all when he first got news of having to share his master suite. "New York traffic does take some time getting used to though, so I'll let it slide tonight if you'll look past my, uh, current attire." He laughed care-freely making the joke about his tube socks and grungy outfit. If they were going to be friends, Jesse was going to need a serious funny-bone or else Braxton knew he'd would go crazy out of boredom.
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Post by lupincantsing on Aug 22, 2010 1:31:39 GMT -5
Still taking in the room from his perch atop the bed, Jesse smiled at the lack of empty space. "I take it that's my corner? he asked teasingly, pointing to one of the few open areas in the room as his new roommate approached. Braxton's friendliness pleased him, and Jesse returned his handshake with the same firm grip, silently signaling he wouldn't be pushed around either. "Pleasure to meet you, Braxton Nibs," he said sincerely, repeating the boy' s name so as to remember it better in the future. "And yeah, exactly like Bond; only much handsome-r, clearly," he winked jokingly while running his fingers through his hair, completley oblivious to the fact that 'handsome-r' wasn''t a word at all.
Turing his head down to look at the first of his suitcases, Jesse struggled with lock momentarily before it popped open with enough force to propel the boy backward slightly. He peered inside at its haphazardly arranged contents; it was evident that not a single item of clothing had been folded. Not that Jesse minded, though. In fact, he perferred his things a tad messier; too much cleanliness disturbed him. Muttering something about hardly owning any socks, he looked up again as Braxton spoke.
A look of slight surprise on his face, Jesse shrugged apologetically. "Is that what they told you?" he asked coyly, lips turing up ever so slightly. "Well clearly they forgot to check what time I meant to arrive. Which was precisely when I did; just now. Sorry 'bout their stupidity," he said, feeling comfortable enough to crack the light joke as he poked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the door. Besides, there was no way he was telling the boy about his accidental three-hour long detour through some gigantic park in the middle of the city. Or about the fact that he'd gotten hopelessly lost. No way, no how; Jesse Parker always arrived exactly when he meant to, be it two hours early or six hours late. As Braxton began to speak again, he made a gesture as if to dismiss the statement. 'Don't worry about it, Man. I always greet strangers in my pajamas." he teased, chuckling a little.
As he inhaled after the laugh, however, Jesse began to gag. Coughing for about half a minute, he finally regained his compsure, gulping in just as much air as was tolerable. The awful stench still stuck in his lungs and coating the back of his throat, he looked up. "Listen, Nibs, -you don't mind if I call you that, right? I mean, it's just that your first name is so long and all-" he paused, taking another small breath, 'but you don't smoke, do you?" he winced as the words left his lips. Of course the kid smoked; the stench was unmistakably repulsive.
Biting his lip, Jesse began to stare out the window, trying to imagine the thought of living with someone who did that. God, the thought was giving him a headache already, he could imagine it so well. His stomach began to churn as the leftover smoke swirled about his lungs with each inhalation. Why would anyone want to stick one of those things in their mouth anyway? And to think that Nibs- he'd decided to rename Braxton that whether he liked it or not, at least until he was forcibly stopped- had seemed acceptable at first. He'd even liked him a little! Jesse proceeded to make a slightly disgusted face as he stared out the window, waiting for either an apology or a fumbled excuse, but certainly not a defense or accusation; people simply didn't do that to him. |
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Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Aug 26, 2010 12:09:35 GMT -5
"And yeah, exactly like Bond; only much handsome-r, clearly." Fidgeting a bit, he prayed that Jesse was straight. His last room mate had been, a bit funny.. Brax was almost certain that he was a fag but since he didn't want to ask him anythin' personal like that 'cause it weren't his business to know. He didn't want to go through that again; he had been too scared to even sleep with his back turned - although he knew he was over-reacting - it just seemed safer to crash at his friends dorms instead. He gave a nervous smile, the smile that was all teeth and face pulled tight, because he didn't want to say what he was really thinking to this someone he just met and he didn't know what to say to his wink.
"Yeah, them people who run this place sure do have some screwy ideas.." "..like giving me a room mate, chris'al'mighty." Braxton remained standing there in front of his room mate, almost definantley in manner, with his arms still crossed over his chest; feeling in control that way since he was talking down to Jesse sitting on the bed. He wasn't about to let this guy come in and push him around; there were some rules they needed to lay down first. Ground zero.
The room was gonna be a bit cramped with two people living in there. He'd have to re-arrange the furniture and move out some of his things to make room for Jesse in the morn. The corner wasn't much of a hyperbole actually, for how much room Jesse was given at the moment. His nervous smile flashed again and he dropped one of his arms to run through his hair. "Huh.. Erm, Well, look.. I weren't expectin' you like I said, so you'll have to put your things down where you can for now. I'll have 'em send some furn'ture so yall can unpack in the mornin.' " This room mate thing shouldn't be too hard, right? Braxton had done much harder things in his lifetime than have to share a room, so he tried his mighty best to give it a run. Yet he was feeling as stubborn as a mule. Up 'til now this here was his room, his personal space and safe haven. And now some other guy was permanetly disrupting the peaceful sanctity. It weren't his fault that Braxton was feeling out of place and confused at what he was all expected to do in this kind'o'situation.
Startled at the sound of Jesse's rattled breathing and unexpected coughing fit. He didn't know what to do if Jesse needed serious medical attention, but he couldn't just do nothing and let the guy die right here in his dorm room. Thankfully, Jesse's lung stayed inside his body and Braxton didn't have to call 9-1-1 afterall; instead, he just looked up at Braxton suspiciously like he was accussing him and pronouncing him guilty all in one single glare. "Listen, Nibs, -you don't mind if I call you that, right? I mean, it's just that your first name is so long and all -- 'but you don't smoke, do you?"
Braxton winced. He hesitated to answer, and opened and closed his mouth several times while he just kept askin' questions and continuing without letting him answer. "No?..Nibs is fine; most people call me tha' or just Brax." Inhaling the air nervously for any signs of smoke left-over but he couldn't pick up on any traces, so he just ignored his bribe. He had cleaned pretty intensely to get this place decent again, but by tomorrow the air should be perfect if he'd leave the window open a crack tonight. "If you're looking to bum a smoke, you should ask Darius or his gang.. I only got half'of this pack left." He waited to watch how he would react to that. Braxton had quit several times before, some had longer results than others, but he just recently started up again since he'd been shoved off to New York. Everyone in NYC smoked. He hoped it wasn't a big deal to Jesse.
jesus never smoked cigarettes
god never shot a gun
mary mother never left her love
for the the cold california sun
Lyrics: --- Hey Marseilles: Cigarettes
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Post by lupincantsing on Aug 26, 2010 22:34:53 GMT -5
Noticing Braxton's rather obvious discomfort, Jesse frowned slightly. What had he done wrong, anyway? Mentally shrugging it off, he continued to stare up at the boy as he spoke, his right eyebrow slowly creeping upward in a clearly confused manner. Whatever the hell Jesse'd done to get him so tense- it was absolutely ridiculous. The kid needed to lighten up, clearly. He began to inch backward on the bed, just so as not to be directly underneath Braxton. Jesse hated being talked down to; the mere thought of it made his jaw clench and his hands curl into fists.
Listening to Braxton nervously babble about where to put his things, Jesse swung his legs off the bed, standing up abruptly. The whole looking-up-so-much-his-neck-was-cramping-up-just-to-listen-to-this-kid thing was getting on his nerves. He remained slightly to the side of the other boy however, so as not to seem outwardly challenging. "Hey, it's alright. I don't mind," he said sincerely, dumping the closed suitcase haphazardly on the floor next to the bed. After a few unsucessful attempts at closing the other case, he gingerly lowered it atop the first one, not paying too much attention to the precarious manner in which it was balanced. Satisfied, he straightened up again, wiping his hands on his jeans.
Nodding at Braxton's acceptance of the nickname, Jesse's mood lightened considerably from the tense state it had been in; this guy couldn't be all bad then. That assumption was quickly disproved with Nib's next statement. Oh, God; he did smoke. Jesse's stomach dropped like a rock at the news he'd already known to be true. "No, I-uh- Who's Darius?" he stuttered slightly, a tad unsure of what to say that wouldn't sound too disapproving. Continuing, he said, "It's just that I thought- Eh. I don't smoke, actually. It's kinda gross, dont'cha think?" the question was blunt, although his tone remained friendly. Once again, he was completely oblivious to the effect his words could possibly have. Jesse shrugged, as if dismissing whatever argument his room mate would come up with for the repulsive habit before it even came out.
If asked, Jesse would probably find it almost impossible to put a finger on why exactly he despised the habit so much. It just made him sick; smoking, drugs, alcohol, the whole thing. Everyone that was a part of that stuff just didn't appeal to him; they were all so boring. What it all came down to, he supposed, was the simple fact that there were just so much better things to be doing with yourself than that trash. Like, laughing. Or joking around. Or just sitting outside, breathing in clean, non tar-infested air.
Nibs, though, he had seemed alright so far; salvagable, at the very least. "Maybe, with a little help..." a peculiar grin which could only be described as innocently devious spread across Jesse's face as the thought occured to him. He quickly stifled the smile, seeing as frightening Braxton would get him nowhere; as a room mate, or potential friend/partner-in-crime. "Why do you do it, anyway? Smoke, I mean. Don't you guys have anything better to do for fun around here?" he asked abruptly, suddenly concerned. Crossing his arms over his chest, Jesse leaned his back up against the wall. Although he was incredibly casual, the stance was clearly a subconscious gesture of control; insticnt, almost. But, honestly, this place was gonna get real boring real fast if that was all there was to do...
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Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Aug 27, 2010 11:03:18 GMT -5
"It's just that I thought- Eh. I don't smoke, actually. It's kinda gross, dont'cha think?"
Sure, he could argue his point of view that he didn't give a horse's ass what he thought and gross was two guys sharing the same bedroom. It just seemed much easier to shrug it off and play along to see where Jesse was going with this. Was he always so blunt? Having to be room mates, Braxton figured he'd eventually find everything he needed to know about this kid and so much more he didn't want to know. "Everyone has a right to their own opinions, but not his own facts," he said cooly and brushed his comment aside. If he wanted to smoke, he was going to smoke his pack of cigarettes, darnit. He weren't stupid. He knew just the safety and health risks associated to smoking, but the nicotine rush was like being on cloud nine when he was stressed out. "You'll meet everyone tomorrow. Campus aint too big; yall come across everyone by the end of the day, I reckon."
Braxton shifted weight and scratched at the patch on his arm. He pulled off the nicotine patch and held it up to Jesse to see as a way of explaining his smoking habits before he tossed it into the trash can. He kicked his feet up and layed down on his couch with his arms beneath his head. "Aint that a bit personal, Jesse Parker? You could've at least taken me out for a drink, asked where I'm from.." He grabbed the baseball from off his stand and threw it up into the air, caught it, released it, caught it, and continued to do so as he told Jesse that he'd been quitting (not mentioning that he'd been quitting for years and failing at it, but that was for him to interpret.) "I only smoke outside. An' before you start to hyperventilate again, I suggest you open that there window to freshen things up," he offered, trying to be friendly and helpful by pointing to the window on the other side of Jesse's bed.
Braxton laughed and caught the baseball in both hands before sitting up and swinging his legs to the side of the couch. He got to be kiddin' 'bout there not bein' anything better to do, right? Jesse just came through the Big Apple to get to Baum's campus. "Sure! Of course there's things to do 'round here; New York's big as hell and half of Texas. You just gotta be willin' to saddle up for the adventure, cowboy." Braxton gave a crooked, wide grin and his face almost glowed with the excitement. If Jesse had the spunk to tramp through NYC lookin' for adventure, Braxton might just be able to handle him. "Why I smoke has nothin' to do with you... Now, I aint tryin' to be short with you, but you don't know nothin' 'bout me, wild cat." He put an end to that bit of conversation quickly. One thing Braxton did not want to talk about was his relationship Charity big on the rocks because he was caught coming out of a girl's dorm, his issues with his mother shipping him off to New York and then standing him up when she was coming to visit, or the reason why he got sent to Baum Academy in the first place -- for learning the truth about his real father. That was a can of worms aint nobody wanted to open. It was a scary thought to even bring that mess into daylight for conversation. Oh no. He wasn't going to talk about any of that.
Why would Jesse care why he smoked? He wasn't a Bible thumper - was he? Braxton came from the Bible-Belt where everything was about what the Good Lord said, so here in New York all he wanted was to learn what else there was that his sheltered country-club family protected him from. Ah hell, he'd just try to get to know Jesse and then make assumptions about him. Judging people didn't get you any where but the cover of the book; you gotta turn the pages and read on to know the contents. "So, tomorrow we'll do a tour of the campus and go to some classes. Tonight - I'll give you the grand tour of our dorm room." Setting the baseball on the couch and standing up, he swept his arm over the area before them. "Living room, foyer, whatever-room.." Moving down the hall he motioned to the double bathroom on one side and the open kitchen and dinning room on the other. "There's a room upstairs in the loft, your's, and my room is down on the corner here." He put his hand on his hips and smiled as if to say "That's all". "Well, what do you think of it?"
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Post by lupincantsing on Aug 28, 2010 11:38:27 GMT -5
Braxton's rather snippy reply warranted a gigantic eye roll from Jesse. He stared as Nibs removed the patch, eyes widening slightly as it was tossed in the garbage with such nonchalance. "Sorry, Man. I'm not really the drinking type," he liked the fact that Braxton was lightening up,and decided to forget about the smoking; at least for now. Besides, having fun was much more important anyway, right? He shifted towards the window, pushing it open about halfway. Jesse then took a deep breath, relishing the feel of a fresh breeze across his face. Rolling his body lazily back over the wall to face Braxton, he clapped his hands together once, opening them over his chest in an invitation for Brax to throw the ball his way.
"Oh, I've gotta be willing to 'saddle up for adventure'?" a large grin suddenly appeared on Jesse's lips. He let out a short bark of a laugh, continuing. "Something tells me you wouldn't know what adventure was if it bitch-slapped you across the face, cowboy," he added sarcastically, a look of mock disapproval slowly taking over his face, although his eyes remained friendly. As Braxton made his second remark about smoking, Jesse threw his hands into the air apologetically, mentally reminding himself that this was clearly a touchy topic for his room mate. A topic which he would be sure to press later. However, he allowed for a small snort to escape at Braxton's calling him a 'wild cat'. "So tell me, Mr. Nibs, what's the craziest, most whacked-out, adventurous thing you've ever done?" he challenged, continuing with the topic of adventure. In his mind, if Nibs really did know how to have fun, it would almost completely make up for anything nasty like the smoke.
Jesse continued to grin as he received the grand tour, his eyes following Braxton's motions. The place was a lot bigger than it had first seemed, that was for sure. His eyes widened in shock, and it wouldn't have been at entirely false to say that his jaw dropped a little; not that it had, of course. He wasn't easily surprised, after all; nothing phased Jesse Parker.
"Well, what do you think of it?" Braxton's question snapped him out of the small fantasy he'd begun to have about living here. He looked up to meet the other boy's eyes, and shrugged. "Well, it ain't too shabby, that's for sure," he nodded in approval, biting his lip in a poor attempt to contain his ecstatic smile. "Quite the place you got here, Mister," he added rather redundantly, crossing his arms back over his chest as his stomach let out a growl not at all unlike a very angry monster. Jesse glanced down at it a tad sheepishly. "Say, uh, have ya' got anything to eat? I guess I musta' forgotten to eat dinner..." he said the last statement as if simply forgetting to provide oneself with a meal was a perfectly normal thing to do. |
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Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Sept 4, 2010 17:00:44 GMT -5
"Oh, I've gotta be willing to 'saddle up for adventure'?" A large grin suddenly appeared on Jesse's lips. Braxton nodded and grabbed the baseball back and rolled it in his hands, feeling the familiar leather and red laces against his palms. "Something tells me you wouldn't know what adventure was if it bitch-slapped you across the face, cowboy." He guffawed and looked back at Jesse wondering if he were being serious. Instead of getting angry, Brax let the hit roll right off him since he was finally starting to relax again after the initial shock of actually having a room mate hit him. "So tell me, Mr. Nibs, what's the craziest, most whacked-out, adventurous thing you've ever done?"
Braxton throw the baseball to Jesse and turned away as Jesse wasn't looking. He flashed a brief smile when he noticed Jesse flinch in a surprised way as the ball hit against his chest and bounced into his open hands. He was happy that Jesse still caught the ball with little to no warning before Braxton had tossed it to him, but as Braxton saw it, that was a pretty good metaphor for how things would go between them; a curve ball. Jesse had caught him off guard by becoming his room mate, and it was Braxton's turn to pair the move.
Jesse was scared for the future, where as, Braxton was scared of the past.
It was a perfect team. Jesse seemed to enjoy being in control, being independent and doing whatever he pleased; Braxton enjoyed excitement on his own time, choosing to sit back and wait for the circumstances to come to him so he could react.
Braxton sat back down on the couch and smirked, thinking about the many ways to answer his room mates question. Something inside of him felt like it was erupting forth for the first time, like a volcano after it had been dormant for a thousand long years, shooting red magma into his blood-stream and filling him with a burning sensation of exuberant, unadulterated, child free excitement and playfulness. "Ever heard of the place 'Matamoros'? It's a city in Mexico that boarders Brownsville in the US; it's a real sketchy place. Alot of violence and drug transports go down every night," he explained briefly before getting to the meat of the story.
"It was spring break, we'd been partying in San Luca. Things got a bit out of control and we ended up being taken back to some drug lords house in the middle of no where."
"Anyways, we made a deal with the Mexican drug cartel to let us leave if we did what he said and gave him the rest of our cash," He paused to shrug like it was no big deal that he'd been in some major trouble like mixing with the drug cartel, and continued the story. "The next day we drove back into the US, with a family of eight hiding in our trunk and back seat." Braxton waited for Jesse's reaction, knowing he wouldn't believe a word he said. No one knew about that crazy story except Braxton, Campbell, and Sean; They'd sworn to never tell a soul, to keep their mouth's shut. He admitted, it sounded pretty crazy and hard to believe himself, but it was the honest-to-god truth even if Jesse laughed in his face. It was still the most whacked-out, scariest as shit, experience of his life to date.
"Well, it ain't too shabby, that's for sure. Quite the place you got here, Mister."
Braxton only nodded in agreement. If he had the dorms that were typically given out to freshman that was barely enough to fit a couch, yet two beds, desks, ect. He'd be out of his mind right now. Lucky for the two of them however, their loft-apartment condo was a great deal more practical with for two people living together. "Say, uh, have ya' got anything to eat? I guess I musta' forgotten to eat dinner..." Braxton looked towards the direction of the kitchen and made a mental list of the contents of the fridge and cupboards. They'd have to find a way to make boundaries about food or some system of keeping things in order eventually. Luckily, he'd just gone grocery shopping with Nayeli the other day so the kitchen was pretty well stocked.
"What'cha hungry for? I've got enough food and ingredients to feed a calvary and a half. Or I know great take-out places..?" he asked with his stomach starting to growl as well. Just mentioning food could make him hungry. He could barely keep up with his metabolism ever since he could remember, so he was game for whatever Jesse was craving be it Thai, Cambodian, Barbecue, burgers and fries, ect.
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Post by lupincantsing on Sept 4, 2010 19:04:27 GMT -5
Jesse grunted slightly as the baseball bounced off his chest. Luckily, he caught the thing; not that he’d had any doubts about doing so, of course. He looked back at Braxton with the ball in hand, nodding slightly as if to say “Touché”. Fiddling with it in his palm, Jesse listened to Braxton’s tale, ready to call him out if he came up with something completely false. He was good at that sort of stuff; he couldn’t lie to save his life, but could pick out someone else’s phony words like no other.
"Ever heard of the place 'Matamoros'? It's a city in Mexico that boarders Brownsville in the US; it's a real sketchy place. A lot of violence and drug transports go down every night” Jesse nodded, pretending he knew exactly what Braxton was talking about. So what if he was completely ignorant as to the violence of Mexican drug cartels? This story sounded like it could get exciting. He continued to fiddle with the baseball as his roommate told the story, rolling it across his arm and back again in one fluid motion. Keeping his eyes on Braxton the entire time, Jesse prayed he wasn’t going to make something up; anyone who lied about their adventures was an idiot. It was one thing to tell a story for the sake of story-telling, which was cool, he thought; but to lie like that just to sound bad-ass? That was, in Jesse’s opinion, just about one of the dumbest things you could do. Nibs had seemed alright so far, though; he hoped the kid wouldn’t let him down.
"Anyways, we made a deal with the Mexican drug cartel to let us leave if we did what he said and gave him the rest of our cash,"… The next day we drove back into the US, with a family of eight hiding in our trunk and back seat."
Jesse’s eyes widened a tad as the boy finished his story. Nibs had been telling the truth; that much was certain. Things like that were just way too outrageous to make up. Nodding in approval, he stopped messing with the baseball. “Seriously, Man?” He whistled to himself, tossing the ball back at Braxton. “Well, I have to admit, I didn’t think you had it in you. That’s a swell adventure,” he admitted, hoping Braxton would catch on to the fact that he didn’t compliment such things very often. It was a lot harder for him to do than it should be; he was used to complimenting himself and himself only. Chuckling a bit, Jesse shook his head in disbelief, giddy over the fact that his newfound near-friend wasn’t half as much of a wimp as he’d previously assumed. For once in his life, he was almost glad to be proven wrong.
As his stomach continued to squeal in anguish, Jesse took another look around the dorm. It was quite cozy, really; not in the rustic, old way though. Something about the condo-ish thing seemed younger; which appealed to Jesse for reasons he couldn’t quite place. Not that it mattered, he was just happy to like it. So the day hadn’t been too bad, after all. Now, if only he could get something to eat… Again, his stomach reiterated the need for food as Braxton spoke.
"What'cha hungry for? I've got enough food and ingredients to feed a calvary and a half. Or I know great take-out places..?" Jesse shrugged; food was food. Hearing Nibs’s stomach growl as well, he chuckled again, that nearly ever-present grin reappearing. “Uh, how ‘bout..” His mind began to wander as he thought up all the possibilities. He wasn’t really in the mood for an actual dinner though; he felt like something more… immature. “I’ve always loved candy and ice cream for dinner,” he stated, sounding a tad wistful, although it was clear he was serious. Perking up at the thought of such a gigantic sugar rush, he turned to Nibs with an eager look rather like a small child. “Ya’ got any of /that/?”
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Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Sept 11, 2010 9:40:59 GMT -5
“Seriously, Man?”
“Well, I have to admit, I didn’t think you had it in you. That’s a swell adventure.” Chuckling a bit, Jesse shook his head in disbelief.
Braxton caught the ball back in his hands and set it down to go into the kitchen to begin looking through the fridge for whatever Jesse wanted to eat. "Yeah, I was as nervous as a whore in church. It was a real rush," he called while opening the fridge door to peer inside. "Word for the wise: always pack extra money for the border patrol," Braxton laughed.
“Uh, how ‘bout... I’ve always loved candy and ice cream for dinner. Ya’ got any of /that/?”
A confused look slipped onto Brax's face and just as quickly as it came, it disappeared into a pondersome experssion of whether or not he had any candy in the dorm - and in the back of his mind, how feverent his mother would be appaled by the idea of having sweets for dinner. As a Texan boy, Brax was used to huge meals and had himself a mighty appetite fitting to the saying "everything's bigger in Texas (and better.)" Stealing a look into the icebox over the fridge, Brax tried to find the gallon of Ben&Jerry's he had sworn he bought on his last grocery shopping. But when it wasn't found, 'it must have been the time before that', he thought while frowning.
"Don't seem like I do, sorry man. We could go get somethin,' if you aint too worried about sneaking off campus?" He'd done that many a time during his stay at Baum. It wasn't too hard to get past the bed check as long as he stayed near the area so he could come back when the dorm supervisors were coming for their checks. It would be fun to go out, to see if Jesse was all hat and no cattle or if he could really ride. Never call 'em cowboy 'till you see 'em ride, Brax recalled.
He was still a bit unsure about his room mate, but he wasn't a total loss. At least it would be fun to have someone around and he wouldn't have to worry about locking himself out anymore if Jesse was there to let him in. Getting back onto track with what he was doing, Braxton started looking for where he left his room key when he was power cleaning. "Darn... This always happens to me. Say, can you make sure to lock up before we go - my key's missin'." Brax blushed, his face tinging a pink-ish color. Pulling off his socks and replacing them with his boots, he went over to the open window and crawled through to the other side of the glass and motioned for Jesse to follow. Smirking, he hoped Jesse was serious about them adventures; He'd been long over due for a good one.
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Post by lupincantsing on Sept 15, 2010 22:03:19 GMT -5
'Nervous as a whore in church.' That was actually a pretty funny expression, if you thought about it. Jesse chuckled at Braxton's joke, glad to see the kid was finally lightening up. "Yeah, I'll be sure to remember that," he replied, face still joking.
"Don't seem like I do, sorry man..." At Braxton's inital apology, Jesse's face fell with a sudden flash of disappointment. No candy? Or ICE CREAM?! What kind of place did Nibs live in anyway? If he was going to be living here for quite a while, things like that- major problems like that- were going to need to change. One simply couldn't survive without all the childish joys brought on by ice cream. Back home, he'd never been allowed to have any indoors; while at school, Jesse had every intent of living it up in every way his mother had told him not to.
"...We could go get somethin,' if you aint too worried about sneaking off campus?" He looked precisely like a young child on a Chirstmas morning. Jesse's face was the exact picture of glee, and he didn't do a thing to attempt to hide the emotion. Was that- had he really-? An adventure, was that what Braxton was suggesting? "Problem? You do realize who you're talking to, right?" he asked, scoffing a bit. He had been the one to bring up the topic of adventures in the first place. "Of course I'm fine with it. It'll be great!" He was practically bouncing up and down at the prospect of this act of defiance, knowing full well he probably looked like some sort of toddler, and not caring in the slightest.
"Sure," Jesse responded to Braxton's request, glad to know that he wasn't the only one on the planet to mysteriously misplace keys. It was a horrible habit, really. He then proceeded to follow Nibs's instructions, sliding out of the window with a certain grace implying he'd done such things many times before. Dropping lightly to the ground beside his roomate, Jesse grinned once again, asking what was to come next without quite speaking. Ordinarily,he would take charge of such a mission on his own; this was an exception, however, seeing as he had absolutely no idea where anything around campus or the city was.
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