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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 19, 2012 14:09:22 GMT -5
 Mona blew out smoke from the cigarette, thinking about just how much she hated smoking. It was disgusting. Then she remembered all the disgusting things she had suffered in her life, the time she fell into the lake with all the leeches, or when she was trapped in the dutch oven her brothers had created. She almost wriggled her nose. It was hard having more boys than girls in the house, especially when the oldest one thought she was so high above them all. Maybe Pearl didn't think that way, but it's how it felt to Mona who was living underneath her shadow. It wasn't only because of her being older, because Mona did not feel that way with her brothers.
She just wanted to stop thinking about it all the time. It was constantly on her mind, which was why she enjoyed the places she got herself to now. It was easier to forget with alcohol in her stomach, and now she knew why people did that all the time, why binges existed. As for how unhealthy it was, she didn't care. Not one bit, actually. People may argue that everyone care about something, but she did not. If her body went to shit, it wouldn't even matter at this point. A cry for attention. She didn't want to acknowledge that this was what it was, that she wanted her mother or her sister to catch on and realize that maybe she should be paid attention to, not shunted to the side. If Mona could not be an important figure to the family, than she would be its hot mess.
She took the cigarette out of her month and looked at it, scrunching up her nose. "You ever wonder how they figured out that tobacco was a good thing to smoke?" she asked Adam, pondering one of the most philosophical questions there ever had been. She peered at the Fire student, a friend she'd managed to keep during all this time. She let some of them go, the ones that no longer interested her because they say at home and did nothing all day when she just wanted to go anywhere that wasn't home. Her mother's sickness was starting to show in the way she took longer to respond to things, the way she spent a lot of time in her well-worn recliner with Mona's sugar glider in her lap. "Like, who thought it was a good idea to smoke it? These are important questions." She put it back between her lips. It made her look cool, didn't it? Wasn't that why everyone smoked, because they sure as hell couldn't be enjoying it.
She continued the trek through the woods, listening to the birds and other unnameable creatures in the foliage. Spring was coming, she felt it in the coming rains and the budding flowers along the ground. She wore ratty jeans and a t-shirt that she didn't care if either of them got ruined by being out here. This was where she spent a lot of time with her siblings, jumping off rocks and looking for snakes. They didn't do that anymore, and it wasn't just growing up. "C'mon, I know somewhere we can go," she said, her expression never change. It didn't do that kind of thing anymore, only sometimes when she felt it was necessary to express some form of distaste and even more rarely, amusement. She'd lost a lot of herself already.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Jul 19, 2012 18:48:20 GMT -5
 we were younger then SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - - { everything seems rotten through } the eyes of the forgotten
...a woman's face with nature's own hand painted, hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; a woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted... Shakespeare's twentieth sonnet, a random snippet that crossed his mind as he wandered beneath the green canopy looming overhead. Adam was a closet English lover, something he liked to keep to himself for the sake of keeping up his...persona. The smart ass, cocky, loud and obnoxious kid that dared people to handle who he was. He liked to see what people did, how they reacted to him. Adam, in his finite ninth grade mind, assumed that if people knew of his affinity for English he would be made fun of and his image ruined. Thus Shakespeare was tucked away forever. Sad day. Hands shoved in his pockets, Adam glanced over at the blonde walking beside him. A faint wisp of smoke brushed past his nostrils; he outwardly scrunched his nose.
"That's such a fuckin' random thing to wonder about," Adam pointed out, now eyeing the lit cigarette resting in Mona's fingers. "It's like wondering why they thought cocaine was a good thing to snort up your nose." No one ever thought about that shit, did they? Why things were the way they were. If they liked the feeling it brought them, they usually did it. Adam was pretty much the same way. He was a leader, liked to make his own decisions and do his own thing, but if he thought something was fun he did not mind following suit. He and Asher fought about this all of the time. His head rolled back as he looked up at the trees, actually pondering her question but not making any outward evidence of doing so. "So incredibly important. My life would be meaningless if I didn't have shit like that to think about." Sarcasm dripped off of his words. After thinking about it for a moment, he looked down at his hands and thought about the fact that, soon, he would be able to light a cigarette with the greatest of ease. Smoking was not a preference really, but the fact that he could light one was an exciting prospect. Yet the element disgusted him at the same time. His father brought about a lot of bad memories. "Why are you smoking that shit anyway? Does it taste as bad as it smells?"
Despite his attitude, rebellious tendencies, and...well, everything about him, Adam was actually a cig virgin. Never even took a drag. Part of him was curious and the other part wanted to leave it be. He blinked and shrugged, following Mona to wherever it was she was going. "Taking me to a secluded area in the woods, huh? Sounds suggestive. It's good to know I'm that irresistible." He teased, smirking at her with a glint in his dark eyes. Forever flirting. He was rather shameless about it. If you had boobs, an ass, and he thought you were attractive then it was happening. Mona was no exception despite how long they had been friends. She was the only one who had stuck around. Adam held a silent appreciation for her and had yet to tell her 'thank you', mostly because the kid was horrible with feels. It made him feel vulnerable. "But seriously Mo, where are we going? I seriously hope you aren't one of those weird ass mother fuckers who leads innocent people into the woods and then like...sacrifices them or something." Because that would legit be scary. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the bars. No signal. We are now entering the point of no return... Adam mused to himself, dodging roots and tree branches as he followed.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 21, 2012 11:13:23 GMT -5
The Thunder did not even spare a glance at Adam when he stated it as a random thing to ponder. She just peered down at the cigarette like it held the key to all the universes secrets. "That's also weird," she said plainly, turning the stick over between her fingers. And why did they think of wrapping it up in paper? It did come in different forms, but chewing tobacco made her sick to think about. "Like, think about it. People apparently saw these plants and went, 'I am going to get so fucking high off that shit.' And then they became pioneers." And she couldn't even roll a blunt, how about that. Maybe that's why she shouldn't be a figurehead in the drug war. She still didn't look at him as he watched the trees like he was waiting for something to come out of them. "I don't need your sass today, Adam," she said, clearly not bothered. If she had been upset, she would have punched him in the arm or something, with as much strength as she had. It wasn't much, considering she'd started eating less lately without noticing it. No one else had noticed it, either, because they were all busy doing hteir own thing.
After breathing it in (not inhaling or she'd choke, curl up in the fetal position, and cry a little) she took it out and breathed out. "It's an acquired taste. Like coffee. Or semen." Way to be inappropriate, but she barely even noticed that what she had just said was not okay on any level. She shrugged and held it out to him. "Try it," she suggested, like she was suggesting he try this new video game or a new flavor of ice cream, and not polluting his lungs with tar and arsenic. She guessed she was one of the bad kids now, when in middle school she had only been the antisocial one who picked on other people from time to time when she was in a foul mood. High school was different.
She lifted her eyebrows at him when she caught his inappropriate comment, and at least he had the ability to flirt. She tended to be a lot more blunt, and unfortunately she didn't know when to stop that. "Suggestive? A piece of woodland inhabited by raccoons, squirrels, and spider with possible hikers using this as their dumping grounds. Sorry, but I like a little more romance." Maybe a wooded area with a candlelight dinner. It was a pretty grody place to try and get it on, she couldn't stop imagining sticks poking at her back and spiders crawling over her. That definitely was not all right, but she was willing to try new things. "You are such a whiny bitch," she said, shaking her head. "Now I really am torn between fucking you and killing you. And believe me, it's leaning more toward the latter." She scratched the back of her head. "Just shut up and follow me." God, men were so difficult. She had grown accustomed to them after growing up in a house inhabited by them.
It took a little while to get to the place she wanted to, but when they arrived, it didn't look like much, because it was just a simple cabin. Planks of wood covered the windows, and the wood was green and rotting from excessive seasonal wear. "My brothers dared me to go in one time, and I saw a shadow, screamed, and ran out," she said, not caring to admit childhood cowardice. Everyone had been a kid before, and as a child she had happened to be afraid of ghosts thanks to a show she used to watch. "I never actually got a chance to look around there." It was probably used as shelter for squatters and hikers now, but it was possibly interesting for a couple of teenagers who had nothing better to do.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Jul 23, 2012 17:05:29 GMT -5
we were younger then SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - - { everything seems rotten through } the eyes of the forgotten
Against his will, Adam began to think over her words and wondered what they were thinking when drugs came into the picture. How did they decide what plants or drug mixture gave them the best feeling? Damn her. Now he would probably wind up going to look it up later simply out of curiosity. "Maybe they were like, lost in the woods or something and decided to start a fire...and they grabbed the wrong shit and bam. Instant high." He made a hand gesture that looked as though there was a mini explosion pushing his fingers apart. That would actually be amusing. Stuck in the woods, starving and cold with no real sense of direction in the dark. Then you grab whatever foliage you could find and, with the last match, set it aflame. Soon you don't give a rats' ass one way or the other because you are flying high as a kite and the world is simply perfect. Hm. Adam briefly wondered why he hadn't tried some of this stuff yet, but he supposed he had had no real reason to, nor the opportunity. Asher would murder him though, and Molly would be disappointed. I don't know if I could do that. He cared for his mother above everyone else.
"Tch, I'll give my sass whenever I fuckin' want to," Adam countered with a sniff, revealing his age for a split moment. In some ways he had maturity; he had witnessed a lot in his life with Collin and had to grow up a bit faster being as his mother was left alone. Asher took up the protective detail but so did Adam. It was more subtle, but certainly there. He wrinkled his nose at her comment (he seemed to enjoy doing that to display his distaste) and looked a bit...shocked? "Semen? Shit Mo, didn't realize you were like that. But hey if you like swallowing I'm sure most guys don't mind." He flashed her a mischievous look, not quite smiling but enough to hint at it. What could he say? He was a guy, after all. Can't really deny the obvious. The cigarette in his face caused him to draw back a little, as though the hot nub would burn him. Uh oh. Now he was being offered a drag. It was easy to ignore dipping into bad habits when you did not have someone putting it in your face. Adam observed the object for a long moment, as though waiting for it to reach out and smack him in the face. His fingers wrapped around the cigarette and he brought it to his lips. Lack of experience led to choking on the smoke.
He coughed a few times before composing himself. "Shit," Another cough. "That's just...no. Ugh. You can have that all to yourself." And quickly handed it back to her. Maybe he would make another attempt at a later date when he could actually learn to smoke. Adam scoffed dryly, Mona's explanation actually amusing him. "Way to ruin the image. I coulda made it romantic you know. Candles and a blanket. Y'know. The works." Not that he was much of a heavy romantic. The kid was only fourteen years old, after all. There was still quite a bit to learn about girls and dating and romance and sex. Did not mean he was not attracted or had urges or tossed his mind into the gutter well...almost every single day but experience-wise he was still in the infant stage. "A whiny bitch? Please. Obviously I'm not too bad if you're not entirely hell bent on killing me." He had to find the positive and boost himself up. If no one else was going to do it, why not? Even if Mona was kidding it was an automatic response. Habit. Adam rolled his dark eyes. "Whatever." Oddly enough the boy shut his yap and followed her without even questioning her further.
Eventually they came upon some sort of run down cabin; it definitely did not look like much of anything and Adam wondered briefly why it was even out here in the first place. Perhaps a hermit decided to hole himself up here, away from the rest of the world. Or the hideout of a serial killer. Their previous conversation got him thinking, but he did not say anything on this matter aloud. "Aww it's okay baby. I'll protect you. I mean, if shadows reduce you to a screaming pussy then you'll definitely need me around." Adam thumbed to himself, puffing up his chest to look manly tough. He wasn't all that weak, actually, but it couldn't hurt to boost himself up a little here and there. Without hesitating, Adam wandered up to the building and attempted to peer through the slats of wood on the window. It was far too dark to see anything, aside from a few small beams of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the walls and ceiling. Creepy. Without so much as glancing at Mona to see if she would approve, he walked to the door and tried to open it. A bit difficult at first, but with a good shove of his shoulder it opened. With a flourish of a bow, Adam gestured inside and said, "Ladies first."
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 28, 2012 15:26:30 GMT -5
There may have been a deeper reason behind these ponderings, why she thought of them out of the blue. They covered up thoughts that would otherwise be swirling around in her mind, haunting her and mocking her and making time spent with Adam much more hostile. She didn't want to be mean to him, as hard and jaded as she was now. For all that she had cut herself off, she still had a soft spot for whatever friends who'd stuck around. And Adam was one of them. Maybe the only one, for as much she simply assumed those who hadn't spoken to her in a while may just be busy. She didn't go out making friends, but if she did she knew how to get them. She was quiet, but not shy. ”Can't decide whether that was good or bad for them,” she said, kicking a pebble with the tip of her sneakers. ”Good, I guess. They got a fire and nature's best medicine.” She had only gotten high twice, and the first time had been a rather horrifying experience during which she found out she was, in fact, a paranoid stoner. And not the good kind of paranoid with tales of UFO's at hand, but the kind that convinced anyone else who had gotten trashed around her that there was someone after them and that they needed to run and hide.
She looked at the Fire boy when he snapped at her, giving him an incredulous once-over, before sticking her tongue out at him. He was just an incredibly pleasant person, wasn't he? Must be his time of the month. Instead of it being a mean and serious thought, it was one of fondness and humor. She didn't need people around her to be always happy and smiling. That would be very unnerving, actually, and she preferred honesty whenever she could get it. Mona gave her friend a withering look when he said that he didn't know she was like that, though there was a hidden lightness behind it. ”I don't know what you mean by 'like that', but it's good to know what guys love.” She rolled her eyes. Mona didn't want to admit to herself that 'like that' meant he was labeling her as a whore or something. She just liked to...experiment. And have fun. Was that deserving of a title like that? In middle school girls were shocked when they found out other girls in their classes actually 'did it', but she had yet to realize that high school was a different ball game.
A little voice in her head told Mo, “Hey, you know you should take it easy on him and not make him feel like a puss.” But her own voice erupted from her in a fit of giggles when he choked on the smoke, but it was surprisingly good-natured. That wasn't the shocking thing—the shocking thing was that she was laughing, and her sides hurt, and she couldn't even stop when she took it from him. ”Oh thanks,” she said with the light dancing behind her eyes. She felt like a parent who let him try drinking beer just because they knew he wouldn't like it. Her father had done that to her when she had inquired after what he was drinking, much to Queenie's chagrin. What happened to him? She always wondered that, and hated that everyone had the answers except for her. It was unbearable.
She gave him another withering look when Adam spoke of romance. Like he knew anything about romance! Eh, but how could she even know, he was just a friend and she never found herself wondering what his “ideal date” was. ”A blanket? A freaking blanking? I swoon.” She placed a hand over her chest as if the idea of a motherfucking blanket just tapped into all her womanly desires. Though she could not claim herself as a woman, she was far from it even if she pretended to be older than she was. If she wanted to be treated like an adult, she needed to act like one, but the act had been slipping as of late. Maybe it was a good thing. No one liked a condescending teenager. She put the cigarette back in her mouth, calm now, and gave him a smirk that almost counted as a smile. ”Maybe I'm just lying and I really am secretly plotting to kill you. Because I wouldn't just tell you I am, would I?” Not like he could actually be suspicious of her. She had never been completely violent, though that was how she solved a lot of her issues.
Of course he felt the need to make fun of her, and so she elbowed him in the gut. ”Thanks, you're my knight in dickish armor.” She looked back to the cabin, and it reminded her of the good ol' days that she knew she wasn't getting back. That's how much people feel, she supposed, but she didn't like feeling it when she was just fourteen-years-old. Even though she tried acting like an adult, she was really still a kid. She didn't make fun of him when he said ladies first by calling him a puss, because she was already walking over and testing the door. It opened, but not easily as it grated along the wooden floor like nails on a chalkboard. She coughed as she walked in, right into a cobweb, and she growled as she tried to get it away. ”This place is disgusting,” she muttered. ”And it smells like piss. I bet there's squatters here.” Her eyes could make out broken furniture and dusty covers over them, suspicious spots on the hardwood floor. The only light was from outside, and she didn't want to test anything else. ”Are you scared yet?” she asked Adam, nudging him in the side. She was glad that she wasn't, for once, even though she didn't like the idea of any bugs crawling on her.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Jul 29, 2012 5:24:42 GMT -5
we were younger then SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - - { everything seems rotten through } the eyes of the forgotten
"Hey, if that's all they got, beggars can't be choosers." The boy shrugged, stating age old fact. Adam had never been in that position himself, though Molly had struggled often after Collin was placed behind bars. Moving to Canada had been difficult but necessary as the Academy was here. They thrived more now, and Greg was a great help. Not that Adam would admit to being thankful for his presence, of course. "I know I would be pretty fucking content staying warm and having something to take my mind off of things." Because that's what weed did, right? Put you in a place that made the world seem brighter and happier. Unfortunately for Adam--despite his rebellious attitude--liked to have his joy come naturally. He did not really like faking for others and having some drug induce something he did not actually feel was a bit unnerving. He stepped ahead of her and snagged the pebble with his own shoe, kicking it even further ahead of them. Like a game, only there was really no distinct winner and it did not piss Adam off. Of course that was not hard to do.
Adam was not sure if Mona knew or understood, but every time he snarled and snapped at a friend who did not retaliate he felt an almost warming feeling. When he had a moment--and he had many--he expected the other person to turn tail and leave him behind. There was rarely ever an expectation for them to stay. Mona, however, seemed to allow his words to roll off of her shoulders like water off a ducks' back. Annabel was the only other person to have some sort of grip with his personality, but their friendship was a secret. Adam shrugged. "Tch. I don't even know what the fuck all guys like," He admitted, trying to amend his words at least a little bit (though it was gruff and harsh). Judging by her response he was not quite sure if she took offense, so best to say something. "I personally don't have a preference and I definitely don't go asking other guys if they like having someone swallow. That would be fucked up." Adam was comfortable in his sexuality but he was also young and that small prickling fear of being ridiculed was ever present in his mind. Best to cover all the bases. Curiosity soon got the better of him and the boy turned his attention on Mona yet again. "Satiate my curiosity," He requested with a smirk. "Do you actually do that? Swallow, I mean." She might not tell him but hey, he was never one to hesitate asking questions he deemed important.
It did not take but a moment for him to pass Mona a dark glare when she started laughing at him; Adam did not cope well with being someone's laughing stock. Fortunately she was a friend. A random stranger or acquaintance might have been punched in the face. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up all you fucking want," He rolled his eyes, though it was not extremely harsh. More like embarrassed and angry that he managed to choke on smoke of all things. Why not a gummy worm or popcorn? He quickly waved off her thanks. "Always glad to hand that piece of shit back over." Always sounding so grumpy. He would be the perfect old man; too bad he was only fourteen.
He wriggled his eyebrows and passed her a smirk. "I know, I know. I'm such a big hit with all the ladies. Too bad they can't handle me." Adam thumbed at himself, barely poking his chest with the gesture. His statement was probably quite true, though people in general probably could not handle him all that well. It was all a game. A test to see how far he could push limits with someone without their snapping. Mona, surprisingly, saw less of his abrasive side when they were alone. Six years was a long time to put up with Adam's bullshit. The girl deserved a medal. "Ah, but now you're pretty much telling me by hinting at it. So either you really are plotting to kill me and assuming I won't catch on because you're trying to be all..." He gestured to her in entirety. "Secretive or some shit. Or you really do just want to fuck me. I'd prefer the second one, thanks." Somehow the boy managed to confuse himself but did not furrow his brow or attempt to rectify. Instead he allowed the comment to linger to see what Mona would do with it. Maybe nothing. Or maybe she would be tweaked by the fact that Adam basically said he was not opposed to getting laid. A partial joke, of course, but she did not have to know.
In a playful sort of gesture, Adam placed a hand over his heart and sighed as though he had been offered the highest of complements. After which he proceeded to roll his eyes and mumble something under his breath. "You like my dickish armor, Mo. Don't deny it." It was amusing because a lot of his attitude really was a defense mechanism. A way to sort out who was worth keeping around. I wonder if she actually knows that, though. Maybe, maybe not. Asking about it would make it obvious. The inside of the cabin looked just as bad as the outside; the layer of dust and the stench was enough to draw anyone back outside. Adam did not see the need to hesitate. "Me? Scared?" He laughed and walked in, standing next to her with his hands on his hips. "You gotta be fucking joking. It'll take a lot more than some dusty old cabin to do that." He thought that maybe this place could be turned into some sort of hang out with a little cleaning up and a few patches on the roof. Not ritzy or upscale but something fun. "So, see any scary shadows yet? Because I mean...if you're scared I don't mind holding you." Even though his tone was suggestive and flirty, he truly was willing to protect her if the need arose. She can care for herself. Adam knew this. Even so there was no willing away your protectiveness over someone.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 31, 2012 17:29:55 GMT -5
Mona would be able to survive in the wild. Her ego told her that. She survived in a near equivalent, with far too many siblings. She often wondered why her mother wanted so many kids, and once told the woman that it wasn't the 1600's anymore and that she was certain more than half of them would survive. Even then, she had a sort of morbid humor. It was converning since she was incredibly young, but she never considered herself young, did she? Adam should feel honored that she hung around, right? Becuase obviously she'd prefer to hang out with the more refined adults. Even as she thought it rather sarcastically, she knew it wasn't like that. She actually did care about people more than she let on, she just wasn't one for showing much feeling. Mona hurried a little bit ahead to kick the pebble, focusing on that instead of anything else. She let her mind wander far too much, it was becoming a problem for her. She didn't need to be always thinking of feelings and shit. At least hanging out with her friends helped, even though she didn't even realize that there may have been a clinical name for what was going on with her right now.
Mona arched an eyebrow at her friend, but where there should have been a little twitch in her lips, or a crinkling of her eyes, there was nothing.She pondered for a moment if Adam noticed anything, but she decided no. She was always kind of a bitch. Not the kind that went out of her way to ruin people's days, but the kind that no one wanted to approach because they wondered if she would bite their heads off or something. ”I thought guys talked about stuff like that,” she said. She hung around enough of them to understand they had zero filter when it came to their sex lives, but those were the older guys that she had weaseled her way into hanging out with thanks to her elder brothers. Mona didn't think they cared, and if they did only to the point that she was being an annoying baby sister. Did they care what she was doing with them? Did they know that it really was a cry for attention, even if she didn't want to admit that it was? She wanted to believe that in doing things that women did, that would make her a woman herself. ”Wouldn't you like to know?” she teased him, still not uncomfortable with this conversation. It was like the verbal version of the nervous game. ”
Unapologetic in general, Mona didn't think he needed one anyway. He was rather unapologetic himself. At least he wasn't as dickish as some people she encountered, but on the meter of British sir to Jersey Shore, Adam was about a snapback. As in she could tolerate him most of the time. Most of the time. She did not have the patience of a saint .”Didn't mean to hurt your feelings,” she said. ”But you know, you can spit. I won't mind.” Now there was a hint of humor behind her gaze as she looked at him, the cigarette in her fingers. Yeah, it was horrible. And she knew if she did it enough, she'd have an addiction. Wouldn't that be grand, if she got lung cancer and suffered the same fate as her mother. Some reasonable voice in her head ordered her to stop making mental jokes like that because they were not funny, but it was how she dealt with things now.
She tilted her head at him when he claimed that the chicks couldn't handle all that Adam. She shouldn't be wondering about her friend like that, but she couldn't help it. Instead of letting him on to her thoughts, she simply snorted. ”Yeah, that's probably true. Maybe that's why you're a virgin. The chicks just can't handle all that.” Of course, she didn't know whether he was a virgin or not, but all for the sake of a joke. An inappropriate joke, but that was certainly a given. She wasn't as mature as she always wanted to be, but neither were her older siblings who she got all this from. Her face held all seriousness as Adam stated his theories about her claims. ”I'll just keep you guessing,” she decided. ”But I could always fuck you and then kill you. Like a praying mantis.” And just totally bite off his head or some shirt. Nature was hella scary, she realized. It was definitely not okay to be biting off people's heads like that, it didn't seem healthy either. So she wondered why they did that, and what instinct told the females to eat their mates. Again, these ponderings were safer than anything else she could think of.
But it could have been dangerous to be wandering into a place so full of her childhood and her early years. Now it simply felt like it had lost its majesty, like finding out the Santa Claus at the mall wasn't real. She made a questioning hum in her throat when she heard Adam mutter something, but she figured it was just Adam being grumpy old Adam. She could practically see his swagger as he put his hands on his hips, claiming that he wasn't scared. Mona supposed he wouldn't be. Guys didn't even admit they were scared even if they were. ”I think it's lost its ghostly charm since I was here as a kid,” she said, and she looked around. ”Kind of disappointing, really.” She didn't know what she had been expecting, a ghost to just pop out of nowhere? It would have been nice if she could just see this place again as she did when she was younger, still with the same confidence but with a near-crippling fear of the dark that she didn't experience now. ”Really need to work on the whole romantic thing. I mean, if this was a nice cabin with a fireplace...” She stopped walking and said, ”God, it's boring now. Like, the only thing that could make it scary was if someone popped out and tried to knife me or some shit.” She glanced at Adam. ”And since you're the only thing clean in here, I'd have to say I'd rather be holding you than touching anything around.” It was simply grody, and not that fun anymore. Just a bunch of cobwebs and old furniture.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 3, 2012 19:47:59 GMT -5
we were younger then SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - - { everything seems rotten through } the eyes of the forgotten
Noticing that Mona arched an eyebrow at him, Adam returned the gesture with an equally flat expression. It was an easy default, he thought, though he had a couple of them he used on a daily basis. Apathetic and pissed off were fairly consistent. Her comment brought him to draw his head back a bit, though his expression did not really change. Sure, Adam discussed girls with his guy friends but then again he did not have a wide plethora of friends either. Instead he laughed. "Yeah, I can imagine how that would go. 'Yo, do you swallow?' I'm sure they would be creeped as fuck if I asked." Maybe if the discussion came up out of the blue when they were already discussing girls...but an outright inquiry would probably raise some eyebrows and unwanted questions. Maybe as Adam got older he would be more comfortable with it but for now he would probably keep that question to himself when it came to other guys. Mona was not out of the running for his bombardment of questions though, and was not the least bit surprised when she gave him an unsatisfactory response. "Oh come on, Mo," The boy almost sounded pleading. Almost. He was curious, so sue him. "It can't hurt for me to know. It's not like I can do anything with the information anyway." Except learn that she prefers certain...things when it came to sexual activities. He was going to stop his mind there.
"There's nothing to spit," Adam lied, swallowing back the taste of ash and smoke like a champ. He already had his coughing fit in front of Mona and embarrassed himself, so spitting all over the place and whining about it would not help in the least. "And what feelings? Shit, I don't have any feelings. I've got nerves of steel, a black hole for a heart." A second lie to be sure. He was certainly not an emotionless robot. The dealings of life merely steeled him, caused him to wear a mask of emotional invincibility. Some people witnessed some of his softer moments but they were rare. Few and far between. Mona might have witnessed them but Adam could not exactly remember. Molly probably did as well but she was his mother and his affection for the woman tended to reveal a little more than intended. Asher was...well, it depended upon the situation as to whether or not he was sensitive.
Her comment--though a low blow--was still a good comeback. Even so, Adam scowled at her and made some sort of grunt in agitation before even managing to say anything. "Virgin my ass." Was about all he could manage at first. Actually, he wasn't. Young teens wrapped up in hormones normally led to things like that, right? He did not really have any regrets about it either. So far it had only been once but that was obviously enough to remove the 'virgin' label. That did not make him experienced but at least he could keep from being ridiculed. People made fun of others for just about anything these days. Adam frowned slightly. "I fucking hate guessing," He grunted with a sigh. "But I guess that's why they call it a Happy Ending, yeah?" Even if that were the case it would suck to get sex and then have the woman slit your throat or smother you with a pillow. What a shitty way to go. In a way it was almost undignified, getting laid and then being killed, left naked on the bed for someone else to find. "It's always nice to know that you're a cannibal though. Definitely won't be sleeping in the same room with you." And once again his mind drifted farther than it should have and he blocked out any thoughts or images that tried to conjure themselves.
Dark eyes scanned the room with a neutral expression, obviously unaware of the memories Mona had associated with this place. Sure she told him of what happened when she came here before but a lot of things his friend dealt with were lost to him. Adam knew about her mother's dealings with cancer, but as to how deeply Mona was affected was not something he paid particular attention to. It was not as though she revealed it openly. He still had a soft spot for her and did not like that she dealt with all of the strain. It bothered him greatly. "Yeah, that is pretty shitty. Would make an epic haunted house if it were bigger." An old cabin in the middle of the woods, covered furniture and dust littering the floor with that creeping feeling that something might be watching you from a shadowed corner. Adam thought on this and became a bit excited at the prospect of Halloween. He smirked at her and chuckled. "I guess I should be writing this down." He replied in comment to her ideal romantic cabin. Girls could be so mushy. Then again, Adam had not really had an opportunity to find someone to get mushy or romantic over. He said things as though he were interested in such things but without a girlfriend he honestly could care less. Made him a bit difficult to start dating, probably.
"Well, I mean I can arrange that for you," Adam offered with a huff of a chuckle. "Have someone come out of the shadows and knife you or something. And I'll do it when you least expect it." Get someone comfortable enough and they are more likely to let their guard down. Stalkers did it all of the time. A smirk formed on his lips, nearly reaching his eyes as she spoke of holding him. Hands shoved into his pockets, Adam turned to look down at her. "Hold me all you want, Mo. I don't bite." He flashed her a wink and a broader smile before brushing past her and towards a sheet covered couch. It definitely was not the most appealing looking thing but he supposed it could be worse. Without warning, Adam stripped the sheet off of it and allowed the dust to fly into the air around them. He coughed. "Augh. Well, that's disgusting." He noted before plopping down on the couch for a minute. "Hmm...not too bad." It was a gaudy floral pattern, some deep reds and yellows that certainly meshed well but not in this particular way. He wrinkled his nose a bit but did not make mention of his dislike aloud. "So anything exciting happen in your life lately? Or are you just as dull and as boring as ever?" The boy watched her, his expression hiding his true intentions. What he really wanted to know, in his own roundabout way, was how Mona was doing. Are you okay?
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 6, 2012 23:01:44 GMT -5
Mona laughed when he snorted, even though it was short and clipped. Not as natural as it could have been. She wasn't even trying to be normal anymore. "Well if you bring it up that way, then yeah. Pretty awkward." Maybe she was hanging out with too many older guys. It was kind of disgusting, but she didn't want to think about how her mother would view it. With shame, she knew that. It made Mona uncomfortable, and she reminded herself in that horrible way she liked to do that the woman would die soon. She just slowly stripping away the pain. Adam really seemed curious about it, and she sighed. It wasn't some big secret, but for as much as she wanted to pretend she was adult and she could talk about these things brazenly, she was still just a shy little girl. And it made her blush a little, even though she allowed her huge head of hair to cover that. "Yeah, most of the time. I mean, it's cleaner that way." She rollled her eyes. "Oh god, I can't talk about this with you." It was Adam, for God's sake. Sixth dwarf, Grumpy. It was just too weird.
She wondered if she should believe him about not being a virgin. Oh yeah, he was definitely cute. Sexy cute. She'd be lying to herself if she denied that. But considering that she'd never known him to have a girlfriend or anything... Well, she'd never had a boyfriend, either. That conversation with her mother would be lovely. She wasn't allowed to date yet. "Yeah man," she said with a carefully controlled expression when he spoke of a 'happy ending'. "Just keep thinking like that." How soon would the rumors circulate about her, to the point that it would be known she'd spread them for anyone? That was how high school worked, after all. All those movies were prime examples of it. "Like a praying mantis, which means you'll have to fuck me to find out, and I told you that I'm not going to tell you whether I want to or not." At least she was good with these mind games. That would certainly get her far in life, if the rumors of her whoring out did not.
Mona didn't know whether she believed in ghosts, and she didn't really give desired reactions at haunted house attractions. Maybe she'd be good as one of those actors, though. "Someone might come along and attach a gruesome murder tale to this and bring in visitors to look around for forty bucks a pop." Go, capitalism! But again, it wasn't really big enough for that. And it was far from romantic, where anyone would think twice about romping in a bed, if there was one still here. She looked at Adam when he said he could arrange something, and tilted her head. "That is shady as fuck," she said, though she was smiling again. She could at least still do that around friends...or friend. How many people still liked her, anyway? It wasn't like she made it a point to hang out with them. The Thunder just wanted it to stop.
And he winked at her when saying that, actually winked. She could only recall old sailors doing that in black and white shows, and she gave him a slow once-over. "I don't believe you," she said dryly, before looking away, remembering what she told him about the whole spit versus swallow debate. They had to go there, didn't they? She looked at Adam again when he went over and pulled the dusty cover off of the couch and she stepped back just in case she got a good whiff of the dust. "Straight eye for the cabin guy?" she questioned, examining the pattern on the couch. At least she didn't go for a gay jab. She could spare him that. After he asked the question, though, she couldn't look at him for long and just stared at the floor, not even making a rebuttal to the insult. "Boring, please? I'm partying hard. Half the time I'm not even getting up in the morning." She looked back up at him, but there was no expression there, not even sadness. Because life sucked. "I'd rather ask you. I mean, you're mom doesn't have cancer or anything, but maybe you got something going on." Okay, maybe that was a little too much bitterness. She looked away again, scratching the back of her head. She was not good at being nice, was she?
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 7, 2012 23:52:05 GMT -5
we were younger then SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - - { everything seems rotten through } the eyes of the forgotten
This conversation should have been considered awkward. Something to make a fourteen year-old flush red in embarrassment and cover their ears saying 'I can't hear you, I can't hear you!' but Adam was not so sheltered. Molly might have assumed he was--like most mothers would like to think--but he knew a lot of people and talked about many things. The older acquaintances certainly seemed more well versed in the world, too. "Cleaner, huh?" Adam looked intrigued, but was not actually sure how to take this. "Well, you can always use a napkin but...can't let that shit go to waste I guess." In all truth, the boy was struggling with some of this information. It was his best friend after all. One of his only friends. If it had been a guy this conversation would have gone by without a second thought. Mona seemed to pick up on this too, but he responded with a huff of a laugh. "You can talk to me about anything, even if it is a conversation about swallowing." The first part of that sentence was the most important, but Adam simply could not bring himself to leave it without some sort of additional comment.
Adam shrugged at her, tilting his head against his shoulder with a bland look on his face. "You know I will." He always thought what he wanted, and stuff like that. Not to mention he was a typical male and his mind drifted towards sex and other sorts of perversion every few minutes. Even Mona was not exempt from these thoughts, no matter many times he wanted her to be. Oh well. Never changed his attitude towards her. Adam smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You're such a tease. But I like my women that way. What's fun about being straight forward?" Sometimes he preferred it but his mood played a large part in that. Most of this was playful banter anyway. Or was it? "But admit it, you want a piece of this." His hips thrust forward once, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched her. It was nice to know that he did have a friend in Mona, though, sexual joking aside. Sure there were times when he got on everyone's nerves or he pissed someone off (even Mona, probably) but to know that one still stuck around was encouraging. "It won't have to be a tale. Who knows? A murder might have already happened here."
Creepy cabin in the middle of the woods? Yeah, yeah there was a high chance something went down here. Was there blood beneath the rug, soaked into the wooden floorboards? One could only wonder. Adam was not about to look and find out. He smiled when she did; it was nice to know that she still had a few of those left lingering. "You won't know unless you find out, right? And I mean...if I bite, it's usually an attempt to give pleasure, not pain. Unless you like pain, which I can do that too." His smirk was fox-like, mischievous and playful as he glanced from her to the sheet covered furniture around the room. The spit and swallow discussion did cross his mind briefly but he only allowed it remain so. Why with these thoughts? They needed to stop. As he sat on the couch and looked over the design, Adam glanced up at her with a small frown. "Tch, bitch please. The couch is pretty fucking comfortable. I could care less about anything else." With an upward tick of his chin, he motioned for her to sit down if she wanted. "I mean, unless you're afraid." The thought of the bugs could probably be a bit of a turn-off but hey, if she wasn't up for sitting down he would probably tease her about it. That was who he was, after all.
"Guess you managed decently well this morning considering you're here and all that good shit." Adam had had his share of alcohol, but never had enough to get drunk. No, Molly would probably find out and that would not end well at all. Rebellious as the kid was, setting off his mother was the last thing Adam wanted to do. Mona's next comment drew his gaze towards her face, expression hardening somewhat. His jaw tightened. "Well excuse me," Adam snapped, neck muscles tensing up. "I can't fucking control shit like that, and you fucking know it! I meant outside of that!" His finger had been raised, pointing at her for a moment before his withdrew it quickly and glared at her. He felt his lip twitch. "But you know what? Don't fucking answer! See if I give a rat's ass." Amid the anger, Adam was hurt. He was hurt that she wasn't talking to him, and hurt that she had to go through something that he had no control over. Did lashing out help the situation? Of course not, but Adam rarely thought before he spoke. He watched her for a while longer, nostrils flaring as he exhaled slowly. Anger was such a burden.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 8, 2012 23:06:15 GMT -5
Somehow, talking about this with a guy whose been her friend for years made her feel...dirty. Like she was becoming someone different in front of him when she'd been Mona Landry all her life, semi-neurotic but always fun-loving. Now she was something different, and she didn't want the Fire to think of her as any different. She wanted to still be Mona. ”Nope, guess not,” she hummed in agreement, rather awkward inside but trying not to show it. If she was going to be mature, she should be able to talk about this stuff without getting uncomfortable. Like Sex and the City. She just needed three middle-aged girlfriends and an Appletini. Samantha was the cool one, so she imagined herself as the raunchy one. She gave Adam a cursory glance when he spoke, her eyes crinkling even though she didn't really smile. Leave it to him to be almost-sweet. ”Oh thanks. So much. I'll be willing to answer any questions about my sexual exploits.” But not really, because as much as she wanted to be cool and suave with that kind of thing, she liked to keep a lot to herself.
Mona wasn't the type to turn her nose up and think of him as swine when he made it known that he will keep on thinking the way guys thought. Because she thought much the same way. Puberty did that to a kid. Everyone was always thinking about that kind of thing, even when they pretended they weren't. Or maybe it was just her now that she'd come to that special time in her life? She shrugged her shoulders playfully when Adam called her a tease. ”You like your women that way? You sound like a straight douchebag.” But she knew he wasn't, so that made it okay. She wouldn't suffer a complete scumbag for so long. Oh, she'd have them as acquaintances, hang around them, but she wouldn't make it a point to befriend anyone who acted like that around her. He gave a thrust then, and she would not admit to nagging curiosity. Nope. Instead, she replied with usual snark. ”Yeah, but only a piece. Because you know...can't handle all of you.” The way she was, Mona wanted to prove that she could actually handle him, just as a point. The point? She could take care of herself and she was grown up. Doing what she was doing, though, was not a good way to prove that. ”Somehow it's still not that scary,” she noted. She wasn't scared of a cabin. She liked to prove that she was as good as the guys, good as Adam with bravery. He wasn't a pussy, and even though, true to her nature, she wouldn't tell him that...it was true.
Adam really was a dude, through and through. There was no denying that, even though she still didn't know whether to believe he was a virgin or not. She just decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. ”You're really digging for information about my sex life. Wanna know if I'm kinky, eh?” And she was flirting again, which she shouldn't have been with her closest friend, but she wasn't even thinking of that kind of responsibility anymore, the kind where she knew she shouldn't be doing something but she did it anyway. She figured it was okay as long as she did the things she was supposed to do. Every responsible person was allowed to misbehave sometimes, right? She eyed him as he sat on the couch, content as if it were in his own house. Adam was a strange kid, she had to admit that. She certainly wasn't running to sit on a dusty old couch. ”I only rest my ass on the finest of leather and upholstery. It doesn't meet my standards.” It kind of skeeved her out. She was always the one cleaning up after her siblings who could care less about where the pizza boxes and Coke bottles ended up. She'd stopped yelling at them for a while ago, just went about her business quietly. It was almost an effort to resist lecturing Adam about sitting down like a mother hen.
Mona knew what she said was really bitchy. More like childish, which is exactly the opposite of what she wanted to be, but that's how she felt sometimes. She couldn't tell Adam how she really felt, all the weakness there. She didn't want to say that partying was the only way she got herself anywhere some days, that she barely ate anymore, that she just wanted to cry a lot but she couldn't because she was never alone even when she wanted to be. Someone in her dorm would hear her, someone at home would be able to hear what was going on. It wasn't because she didn't think Adam would understand or wouldn't want to hear it, he'd always been a good friend, if not an ass. She didn't want him to see that she was actually barely holding it together. ”There is nothing outside of this,” Mona said, and her voice was quiet and toneless. And it was as close as she'd come to telling the truth. She closed her eyes, looking to the side. Her face was perfectly composed as usual. ”You're right, you can't control it. So why should I talk about it?” Some more reasonable voice in her head told her that she did want to talk to him. But she couldn't. How could she? She was busy cutting herself off, it would be counter-productive.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 9, 2012 22:00:19 GMT -5
we were younger then SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - - { everything seems rotten through } the eyes of the forgotten
He was not completely aware that the conversation bothered Mona. Perversion was not beyond Adam by any means and so more often than not he just allowed whatever come to mind to roll off of his tongue. It did irk him that he was somehow willing to allow the conversation to continue on further than normal, but then again stopping it would not have done much good either. He was not about to admit that he was feeling strange. "Aw, well aren't you just the sweetest thing. And I'll share with you all of my sexual exploits in return." Yeah, right. More like one exploit. Even then he was not really all that interested in talking about it. If she asked he would probably bull-shit some grand story about his non-existent sex life just to boost his ego. Sounded like something he would do.
"Yep, that's me. Douche bag and proud." Adam replied with a snort and a shrug, glancing at her with a stolid expression. He was, to a degree, a douche bag and was not really afraid to admit to it. For him the off-handed comments and harsh attitude kept away the undesirables. It sounded cocky and arrogant to think that he was too worthy to deal with certain people, but it was more a defense mechanism. A way to protect himself from people who would only pretend to be his friend. Put up with the bullshit and you were golden. His eye brows wiggled slightly at her comment, a small twitch of a smirk now playing on his lips. "Exactly. But hey, I mean...if you're willing to try then go right on ahead. I won't mind." He probably should stop with all of the sexual and flirtatious comments but it really could not be helped. His mind was full of them and there was little to no filter between that and his mouth. Like a waterfall or a dam with a leak. A really big leak. "Well aren't you just the bravest bitch out there? I'm going to take you to a haunted house this year. I'll find the scariest one I can." Because he didn't mind them, so long as there weren't any clowns. The thought made him inwardly shudder.
Did Adam really want to know whether Mona was kinky or not? The more he thought about it, the less he wanted to know. However, would his mind allow him to refrain from asking questions or being nosy? Of course not. Trying to be nonchalant, Adam rolled his shoulders a bit and bobbed his head from side to side. "Maybe, maybe not. I'm usually more of a 'show' than a 'tell' sort of guy." And hinting at having his friend show him how kinky she might (or might not) be was probably pushing the envelope a little too much but it could not be helped. It was as if he just had to say it, like the conversation would have been bland without his comment tossed into the mix. A simple 'yes' or 'no' would have sufficed, but no he had to go the extra mile. Adam wrinkled his nose and looked disgusted. "You're way too expensive for my taste," He commented, shaking his head. "The guy you marry should make you a paper ring, just out of spite." Being only fourteen that would be a long way off; hell, Adam did not even allow his mind to linger past surviving high school.
Anger, at least for Adam, was usually unexpected. He did not always anticipate getting pissed off about one thing or another, nor did he have control over it. That was how it usually worked though. Today it was probably less than beneficial. He wanted to rant on and on about how her comment was unnecessary, about how he was genuinely curious about how she was doing, but held off. No, displaying how hurt he was was the last thing he wanted to do. Adam felt his whole body tense up when she spoke, muscles prepared to spring forward and lash out some more, but he was left in a bit of a daze instead. No real retaliation. Huh. How were you supposed to effectively respond to that with stomping feet and foul words? He stood up. "What the hell are you even talking about?" He replied, voice still tainted with frustration. It was hard to go from pissed off to calm in two seconds flat. "There's more to it than that, and I fucking know it." Was there really? He did not know, and that bothered him. It bothered him quite a bit, and actually angered him all over again. With his lips drawn into a thin line, Adam walked over to Mona and gripped her arms, shaking her ever so slightly. "You do realize there are people that actually give a shit about you right!? It doesn't fucking matter whether it's in my control or anyone else's!" He released his grip and backed off, running a hand through his hair and staring at the cabin door. "If you don't wanna talk about your shit, Mo, then that's fine, but don't fucking compare our family problems."
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 10, 2012 22:11:02 GMT -5
Mona wished she could laugh more at his flirting, wished those rare moments of letting go could happen more often. But she'd walled herself in too much to allow herself to come out now. Even with her best friend. That's how someone knew they were not doing good, the fact they couldn't be the same with their best friend, the one person that everyone can be themselves around, right down to the nonsensical weird quirks that only revealed themselves when around someone you completely trusted. She was abnormal, that's what she was. ”It's a deal,” she said when Adam said he'd take her to a haunted house. Halloween seemed very far away and she stopped herself before she wondered if her mother would be around for it. There was no estimated time, it was just waiting for her body to simply give in. And then it would all be left in Pearl's hands. Mona didn't want to have sympathy for her sister like that. ”You better impress. So much so I shit myself. But I can't promise you any jumps.” She really didn't show much outward reactions, but who knew. If it was a really good attraction, she might be shocked enough to scream or something. Most of her Halloweens had been spent trick-or-treating with her family.
It was getting hard to believe that Adam didn't talk to other guys about the kind of shit that went on in his brain. But did he have many friends, anyway? Perhaps he saved all this up and waited for his friends to unleash his plethora of sexual comments. ”That is really good to know,” she said with false excitement, though it wasn't tinged with bitchy sarcasism that others usually got from her. It was just so weird, being with her best friend and not being able to be her actual self, and yet being able to flirt with him like she hadn't known him from the time he moved here. If it were months ago, she'd be pushing him around and teasing him by threatening to tell his mother about what he said, not going along with it. She snorted at his mock disgust. ”Who says I'll marry? A guy, even. Think I might just go gay so I can be spared listening to obnoxious jokes.” Or maybe she was basing her knowledge of men off her siblings. That was probably it. But she really didn't feel the need to decide on any kind of sexuality.
She stared at him, feeling her own prickling of irritation. For no real reason save for the fact that he was angry with her. How else was she supposed to react to someone like him? She understood that he had his anger issues, but it didn't stop her from getting teed off herself. Especially because she couldn't respond with something like “you don't know me” because he did know her, and any other time it might have been reassuring. Right now it made her feel more vulnerable than she ever wanted to be. ”More to it?” she asked sharply. Before she said something that she'd regret, she shook her head quickly. ”No, no there really isn't. It kind of takes up everything.” Her mother's illness has pretty much consumed her life, and she hadn't actually expected it. She expected the strength she usually had, but the way that no one else knew what to do...she didn't know what to do, either. Everyone was either too careful, or too frank, and they were all walking on eggshells for their mother. Meanwhile, they barely spoke to each other anymore, or saw each other at home, and no, Adam didn't know this. But she didn't want to have to say it. She didn't want to let people see into the family she tried hard to protect.
Mona let out a soft huff of surprise when he took her by the arms, and even though she'd rather look at anything but him, she stared him straight in the eye. People who gave a shit about her? Who, him and...him? While her siblings were doing their own shit, and she was trying to remember a time when they could actually be called a family. ”Just you,” she said, her voice blunt and hard. She crossed her arms when he let go. ”I don't have people. Everyone just...does their own thing.” Including her. She didn't want it that way, but she was stating a fact. She didn't have this support that Adam said she did. Even though she didn't like that feeling, she still recognize the guilt lurching into her throat and making her regret what she told Adam. It was really uncalled for. ”Listen, it was a bitchy thing for me to say, I get that. It's just that I'm getting too many questions about how I'm doing—“ She said that part with a sympathetic croon she often heard from well-wishers. ”—And honestly, how am I supposed to doing? So yeah, I'd rather not have to explain that...not too awesome.” Mona said it with the strength and vigor of someone not suffering what she spoke of. Like it was some story she was narrating and not her life. She hated to admit that she wasn't doing too good, but it was made easier when she acted like it didn't hurt that much.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Aug 11, 2012 1:00:44 GMT -5
we were younger then SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN - - - { everything seems rotten through } the eyes of the forgotten
Mona was hard to read sometimes. Not that Adam was exactly an open book or anything, but even when he tried to gauge her reactions or a future response it was never what he expected it to be. It made him curious, and grateful at the same time. Part of him wanted her to be more eager about going to a haunted house with him because, well, it was a fucking haunted house. Who wouldn't be excited about one of those? He gave her a sideways glance. "Just bring an extra pair of pants and underwear with you or some shit," He warned, not seeming all too enthused about the image of someone shitting their pants as they tried to escape some dude with a chainsaw. "Because I'm not gonna walk around with you half naked. Or offer you my pants." Best friend or not, Adam did not share his jeans with other people. Of course he stole shirts from his brother Asher, but that was beside the point.
"I thought it was extremely important. Pertinent information if you're going to be my friend." Adam deadpanned, staring at her without really blinking. There were not many moments where the boy outwardly expressed friendship towards those he was close to, probably because he did not feel it was necessary. If you were still around, obviously you were doing something right. Mona was a good friend despite their differences and he could respect that she could put up with his bullshit on a near daily basis. "Hey, guy or girl it's whatever," Adam raised his arms in defense. "You can marry or fuck whoever you want, Mo. No judgement here." Actually, the thought of her screwing random guys did irk him but there was no way in hell he was going to make mention of this. Mona could live her life however she wanted and Adam had no intentions of interfering unless she asked or he felt the need to step in. He was a shadow, more or less, when it came to protecting the people he cared about. Silent until there was a need to speak up. Adam knew he hated it when people created a voice for him and so tried to avoid doing that to others.
Adam, despite acting like he did not care, wanted to know all the finer details of Mona's life. What was really going on, aside from her mother's illness. But his youth and current state of mind did not allow him to understand that it was a big deal and it had a big affect on the entire family. He had never dealt with that before. Yeah, Collin was in jail but the man was a murderer and a drug dealer so Adam could have cared less. "Well, I don't know shit like this," He countered with a hard glare. "Yeah I know she's sick but that's about it. You can't expect me to just...magically know what the fuck is going on entirely." His arms flung out from his sides for a second before he let them drop again.
The eye contact was appreciated, though Adam still felt extremely agitated that there was no retaliation. Why? Because he honestly expected it. He grabbed her, shook her, practically yelled at her, and still nothing. This is one of the reasons she's my best friend. Mona could deal with him, seemed to roll with the punches. And now, though he hated it, he felt guilty. Adam did not like to feel this way. "Whatever." He replied with a grunt, not sure what else to say on the matter. She had to have more than just him, right? Then again he did not have but three or four people he could rely on so he supposed it was a possibility. He took a moment to compose himself as best he could (still controlling his breathing) when she spoke. To occupy himself, Adam put his hands in his pockets and picked at the lint on the inside. "I didn't even fucking ask how you were doing. I asked if anything exciting was happening. You know, parties or some shit." That was actually one of the reasons he did not directly ask her how she was doing; if she had bounced the question towards him, Adam probably would've shrugged it off and said nothing. However, there was a small pinch of guilt that he had not yet told her about Collin. He doesn't matter, He scolded himself. He pretty much doesn't exist.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 13, 2012 1:05:49 GMT -5
Mona rolled her eyes up as if making a mental check to remember some underwear. But then she grimaced. "Who even bring underwear to a haunted house, that's just weird." She never brought anything, at least on the hay rides she used to go on. Never had she been afraid of those, but as Adam said, she was the bravest bitch out there. Then again, she had been a little older on those. She crossed her arms. "Don't worry, I didn't expect more. I already know you're not a gentleman." She had limits, at least she didn't expect gentlemen to offer their pants to her when she shat her own. Then again, she wasn't planning on it considering it was an expression. Adam had every right not to be friends with her anymore if she did that.
Half the time, she honestly didn't know if he was just shitting her or not. It was kind of hard, so she decided to take most of what he said as a joke. That might present some problems, but it was easier than trying to figure him out and she was all for the easy ways out. "Wow. Really? Because I went this long without knowing that but I guess that means we haven't been friends this whole time." Him being a show not tell kind of guy was really awesome thing to go. Did she want to be as curious as she was? No, course not. She gave him one of those half-smile when he told her that she could go doing whatever she wanted. "Thanks, man. I'll end up marrying Monster from Sesame Street in that case. He plays the drums." Because she totally had a huge crush on Monster. He was just too sexy for her to resist, and most likely a dude. Maybe. Couldn't be sure.
Adam just liked to make Mona feel shitty, but no intentionally. It was by no means his fault. All the blame could be put on her, because she was the one who wasn't talking, who wasn't reaching out. And he was the one who was talking to her despite that. She didn't know whether to respect him or uppercut him or what. It was pretty infuriating. And he was clearly exasperated, as well, from her expectations of him. "You're right, I don't want to talk about it," she said, just to get away from this. She didn't want to talk about any of it, ever, but especially not now. Mona really didn't want to say that she was terrified of her future and she was pretending to grow up too fast. She rubbed her forehead. "So, let's not." And she felt exhausted, not from the hike, but from how intense things had gotten. Luckily, she knew Adam would let it drop just like she wanted him to. She didn't think she'd ever be ready to tell the actual truth.
Mona bit her lip, but still held his gaze as he responded in what might have been the usual Adam fashion. At least she hadn't reacted violently as she tended to do. He just had a special place in her heart, she supposed, where he got the bitchiness, hold the punching. Suddenly, she didn't care about the creepy cabin anymore, it was just like a theater for the two of them. "There's always a party," she said. "Every other night." Or she would find one, and that's how she would spend her time. She'd find out from her brothers, deal with their opposition to her cramping their style or whatever, and disappear from them because they didn't care where she went. That was life now, and it was just totally sweet. "Let's blow this joint," she mumbled, starting to walk out the door, pushing it open with her shoulder. Maybe she should just not be allowed to interact with people anymore.
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