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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 10, 2011 2:37:54 GMT -5
  YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
When Joshua awoke that morning, he was passed out on the couch with a couple of heavy books weighing on his chest. With a muffled groan the graduate set the books on the coffee table and sat up, rubbing the back of his head and narrowed his eyes a little. A yawn parted the boy's lips as he glanced around the familiarly small confines of his apartments, the light streaming through the window indicating that it was some time in the afternoon. Must've... fallen asleep whilst studying... This bothered him a little. Josh wasn't the type that usually passed out in the middle of doing something (unless he drank too much and passed out, but that was different). The fact that he'd conked out while he was studying of all things was the most disturbing. I'll really need to get a hold of this fucking insomnia... Whenever he was unable to get to sleep, Joshua just gave up and stayed awake all night. It had worked up until a point, but it was now clearly interfering with his everyday life.
Nevertheless, it was the weekend. He had no classes on the weekend and he had the next couple days off work. Normally he would be feeling stressed that he was unable to work at the parlour and earn some extra cash, but this was different--it was considered paid vacation time. They were renovating the seedy tattoo parlour in which he worked to look a little more intriguing to the public and less like a shabby, rundown shack with dirty needles and the like. Josh had assumed it was such when he'd applied for the job, but working there he realised that it was actually quite clean and the artists (including himself) were good at what they did. But no one liked to work all the time and so some days off work where he was still getting paid full time was good for him.
Absent of his shirt thanks to the warmth in his apartment, he pushed himself off of the couch and wandered over the fridge, careful to catch his balance when the dizziness of getting up plagued him. There wasn't much, but he made himself a sandwich with cheese and tomato and sat down to watch television. A couple of crime shows later and he switched channels, which turned out to be a bad idea. He was planning to flick through them and look for a documentary or something but a brief flash of a political program made him pause. There was his mother on the small screen of the shitty television, giving some sort of a speech about a bill that was being passed by the House of Commons or some shit. It would have to go on to the Senate and blah, blah, blah, but they were confident that it would be approved and were happy that things were going the way they were. But what she was saying did not matter to him. It was just hearing her voice that made her son's heart jump to his throat, and he immediately shut off the television and blinked back tears.
Fuck no. I will not cry.
And he didn't. Clearing his throat loudly, Joshua managed to retain his masculine dignity and hold in the wave of emotion that had slammed into his chest. Damn it, I miss her so much. He hadn't even been there when she'd been promoted to a Member of Parliament and given a seat in the Lower House. It was a big deal, a big position. One she'd been waiting for a long time. And he had nearly fucked it up for her. Josh and all of his stupid past with the gang had nearly made her party put forth someone else for the job. Josh getting kicked out seemed to repair that, however. Does she ever think about me...? No, no, he mustn't think these things. These were bad thoughts, painful thoughts. Damn it, he just wanted to go home.
Josh swallowed the last bite of sandwich, chasing it down with a glass of milk and a heavy sigh. What the fuck was he going to do for the rest of the day? For once, Joshua Dale was not in the mood to study.
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET TROLOLOL THE SONG.
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Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 10, 2011 10:45:14 GMT -5
Jake cracked open one eye and smiled lazily. He didn't hear any alarms, which could only mean one thing. The week had finally ended. He had just woken up from a blissfully deep, dreamless, and much-needed sleep. He closed his eye and tried to go back to sleep, but for some reason, he couldn't. With a sigh, he opened both his eyes. Rubbing out the eye crust from his eyes, he stared at the clear ceiling that gave him a beautiful view of the lake. Sunlight from the early morning sun hit the water and created beautiful patterns on the floor and walls. He'd bet their dorm was much better than all the other dorms, except maybe the earth dorms. He could never imagine living in any of the two tallest turrets in the academy like the wind and thunder students, or in the oven-like dorms of the fire students. Sleeping under a forest wouldn't be so bad, but he'd gladly give all those up to keep his spot in the water dorm.
Although the air was slightly chilly and more than slightly damp, he felt at home here. The thought of home made him think about his real home, and how his mother was doing. Was she recovering? Or was her condition getting worse? He hated to think of the possibility of the latter. Maybe he ought to visit more often? Today would be a good day, but honestly, he didn't feel like taking the one hour bus ride all the way back home. He only had two days to relax before he got back to his hectic schedule, and he definitely didn't want to spend them on a bus. Maybe he was being uncaring, but spend a day or two at the academy and you'll learn to treasure your weekends.
He thought for a while about how he was going to spend his weekend. He could go to the library and see if they had any new books. Or he could study and do his homework. He immediately dismissed the latter as an irrational thought. He spent enough of his time during weekdays doing those. And the former he had just done the other day. Ticking those two off his mental list, he thought some more, before he got an unexpected idea. He could go hang out with Josh.
Now, many people would be shocked at the idea of a water student wanting to hang out with a fire student. Repulsed even. His fellow water students might even overthrow him for thinking such a thing. But honestly, he wasn't so bad. And besides, Josh had helped him out before.
It was during his freshman year. The moment he walked in the doors of the academy, the fire elementals made it their life's goal to make every day of his life a living hell. Of course, Jake was new then and had been too shy to tell anyone. So he endured each day of torture. One day, he had been on his way back to the dorms when a group of them cornered him. They had planned to beat the shit out of him, and they probably would have, had their leader not intervened. He shuddered at the thought of what they might have done to him. They could have killed him and told everyone that he got lost in the woods. He didn't know what Josh told them or did to them, but from that day on, none of them ever bothered him again. And for that, he was eternally grateful.
As far as everyone else knew, that was the only time the two of them had ever crossed paths. But they were wrong. It turned out Josh was a pretty interesting person, and they crossed paths more often than anyone else dared to think. Eventually, they became friends, and even after Josh graduated, he would visit his apartment every now and then.
After taking a walk down memory lane, he decided on what he would do that day. He got out of bed, grabbed the first shirt he saw when he opened the closet, (which turned out to be a checkered green and white polo shirt), wore a pair of jeans, and headed out.
The walk to Josh's apartment didn't take that long, and the chilly air didn't bother him much. It was quite refreshing actually. When he reached the door of what he knew to be Josh's apartment, he knocked randomly a few times, then, for the heck of it, pressed himself against the wall beside the doorway, where he planned to jump out once Josh opened the door. What could he say, water students were known for their pranks right next to their ability to control water.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 10, 2011 16:06:40 GMT -5
YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
Even though Jake and Joshua were rather good friends, there was one particular detail that Josh had never disclosed to anyone--his past. No one but the boy himself and the parents who'd had to take him home from the hospital battered and bloody knew all of the shit he'd gone through with the gang and having them nearly kill him. He still had a couple scars from that on his right side near his ribs--whenever anyone saw, Josh just put it off to a car accident. No one thought to doubt him because he was such a convincing liar. In actuality the scars were from the nails that had been embedded into one of the bats. They were jagged and quite noticeable; Josh tried to avoid looking at them if he could, but often times felt his fingers tracing their irregular lengths.
He may not have told Jake about any of this, but he did trust the younger boy. He'd been sixteen when he'd met Jake; it was only a year after the gang had fucked him over, he was having serious trust issues and had literally zero friends he could count on. The guy had been a freshman and he'd been vulnerable. Honestly, Josh didn't even know today what he'd been thinking when he'd witnessed the scene and intercepted. He could have jeopardised his own leadership position if they'd realised he was doing it for the benefit of the freshman rather than the Fire element. "I don't plan on fucking up the Alliances, and I don't plan on letting you do it, either." That was what he'd said to them, and they'd bought it. Who'd have thought that he'd actually befriend the freshman over the incident?
However, as there had been no phone call or heads up, Joshua had no idea to expect Jake at the door. He also wasn't expecting his 'girlfriend'--Angel was out with friends. Of course. The teenage mother-to-be was out having fun and making Josh work his ass off to bring in the cash. So thanks to the fact that he wasn't planning on having everyone over, instant paranoia set in. Had they found him? Had they found out where he lived? Tentatively, Joshua went to the door and looked out of the peephole. Nothing. Shit, he cursed as his blood seemed to run cold in his veins. They were waiting for him, weren't they? They were going to wait until he opened that door and then they were going to kill him. Not on my watch, he thought darkly as he went over to his bookcase and tugged out one of the thick encyclopedias that lined the bottom. At first glance it appeared to match its brothers and sisters surrounding it, but he flipped it open to reveal that it was both hollowed out and the container for something a lot less... educational.
Josh didn't like guns, so he was very careful as he lifted the pistol out of its hiding place, also taking out the silencer and equipping it before sliding the book back into the case. He checked to make sure that it was loaded and ready to fire, disabled the safety catch and then slowly approached his door like a predator on the hunt. I don't give a fuck if I go to jail for this, this'll be the last time they hunt me down... It was with this conviction that he opened the door, raised the gun and--
And nearly shot his friend in the face.
The gun went off as Jake jumped out at him, but thankfully he managed to correct his aim and fire over his friends shoulder instead, gray eyes widened with surprise as he realised that he'd damn near just killed someone he was good friends with. "What the fuck, man?" he demanded, lowering the gun slowly and breathing hard. "Shit, Jake! I could've fucking killed you!" There was now also a bullet hole in the wall across from his apartment. Thankfully it didn't lead into any other person's rented home, but even still... he'd have to see about getting some plaster to cover it up so the super intendant didn't take notice. Hell, he might have missed over it anyway. This building was shit and dirt cheap, but it was the only place he'd been able to get on such short notice when his parents kicked him out.
He'd never told Jake about the fiasco with his parents, but he had to wonder if the younger boy ever watched the news--Josh's mother was a well-known politician and once they'd found out about the family problems it had been all over the news. He'd lied and said he'd made the decision to move out, but... if his friend even picked up the paper as of late, he'd probably have found out about it.
Still breathing a little hard, he was thankful for the silencer so that his neighbours didn't call the police. Putting the safety catch back on the gun and unequipping the silencer, the boy shook his head. "Fuck, you should know by now not to do that to me man, I fucking hate pranks--" He cut himself off, shaking his head. But he couldn't stay too angry at Jake for long. They'd known one another for years, he wasn't going to bitch at him about this forever. "Come in," he invited with a sigh, stepping back so that the other male could step forward into his apartment. When they got into the living room Josh gestured to the couch. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I'm just gunna go grab a shirt..."
He slid the gun back into its hiding place and then went over to his dresser, selecting the first clean shirt--it was red with some sort of slogan on it--he found and slipping it over his head. It felt soft on his skin and smelled of clean laundry. That was the thing about Josh--he was immaculately neat for a guy. Even the kitchen was scrubbed down and the counters clear. The only thing on the coffee table was the plate from his sandwich, his study books, as well as the keys (to his car, the house, his dormitory). Going back into the living room, Josh flopped down in the chair and sighed, then got right back up again. "Right--fuck, sorry man, I forgot--want a drink, or something?" It was always polite to offer such things to guests. His parents had taught him that. Though... in the mansion it had been more like, 'Would you like our butler to get you anything?' Oh, the advantages of wealth.
"So what's up? Been a while. Heard you made Water leader though--congrats." It was sincere, too, despite their elements being enemies.
CLICK FOR HIS APARTMENT LAYOUT!Except that second room (in blue) is probably something like a study/mini library. This was made for the old site when Alexandra lived with him xD (The door is to the bottom leftish, at the end of the hall by the closet.)
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET I JUST ASSUMED THAT JAKE DID JUMP OUT AT HIM FOR THE SAKE OF THE POST; HOPE YOU DON'T MIND. I CAN EDIT IF YOU DO <3.
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Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 11, 2011 0:17:41 GMT -5
Jake stayed like that, pressed against the wall, waiting for Josh to open the door. "What was taking him so long?" he thought. He almost snickered at the thought of how Josh would react. The reaction you get the moment you prank someone-- that's the beauty of pranking. He went still and listened carefully when he heard sounds from the other side of the door. He tensed, ready to spring when the moment came. And when the moment did come, the moment Josh opened the door, he sprang, expecting a dozen different kinds of reactions. A curse or two, maybe. Even a fireball at his face, but he could easily block that with a bit of water. Instead, he got a gun, aimed directly at his face. He winced, as the gun went off, expecting to be dead, with his brain matter making a lovely little abstract painting on the floor behind him, or at the very least, suffering a lot of pain (he had never been shot before, so he really had no idea what it felt like), but he felt nothing.
He opened his eyes slowly, and saw Josh lowering the gun. His first thought was, "Thank God, I'm alive.". His second thought was, well, he didn't actually have a second thought. What else do you think of when you're nearly shot in the face with a gun? Though some small part of his mind wondered why Josh would carry a gun, and what kind of person he had been expecting to see. He let out a breath. He hadn't realized he had been holding it in. He didn't bother to ask. He knew Josh wasn't the type of person who talked about his past. He had asked about one of his scars once. The really ugly one on his right side near his ribs. His reply was that it came from a car accident. It must have been a really ugly car accident.
Josh's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn't say anything as he was berated. What could he say? "I'm sorry I scared you, but don't you think pulling a gun on me was a bit overboard?" "Hey, I'm sorry for the prank, but you know, I am a water student, and holy-shit-did-you-just-try-to-shoot-me?" Yeah.. none of them sounded like the right thing to say at the moment. So he stayed quiet, until he was invited to come in, which he gladly did. His knees felt like jellatin, and he gratefully plopped himself onto Josh's couch.
As a matter of fact, Jake wasn't the news kind of person. Meaning, the only time he picked up the newspaper was when he wanted to get the comics section, and he never turned to the news channels on tv. Whenever news came out in the middle of a show, he would switch channels. Basically, a war could be breaking out in Canada right then and he wouldn't know it. Which meant he definitely knew nothing about Josh's mother, and if ever he heard her name, he'd put it off as a coincidence that they both shared the same last name.
At the mention of grabbing a shirt, his eyes drifted once again to the scar near his ribs, but as he said earlier, he wouldn't bother to ask.
"Uh, no thanks." he said in reply to the offer for a drink.
"Thanks, I guess. I wasn't really expecting it, but who ever does?" he chuckled lightly.
"Like you said, it's been a while, so I decided to pop in. I have no idea how I'm going to spend my weekend, and I was thinking maybe you'd have an idea. Honestly, that was the most excitement I've had in a while.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 11, 2011 0:49:03 GMT -5
YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
Poor Jake had really seemed rather petrified after Josh almost killed him, and that was a natural reaction to be honest. You weren't all smiles and reassurances when someone nearly blasted your face off with a pistol. It had not been a normal reaction on Joshua's part--the average person would just assume there was no one at the door or that someone was playing a trick. Which Jake was. And then you just didn't answer the door, simple as that. But no. When you were suffering from extreme paranoia and constantly worried that people were out to get you, apparently you opened doors and shot your friends in the face. Or almost shot them in the face.
Jake refused the offer of a drink and Joshua shrugged before going into the kitchen and grabbing himself a can of Pepsi from the fridge, cracking it open and drinking half of it whilst he was standing there. "Certainly not myself," Joshua chuckled sardonically on the subject of leadership elections. He went into the cupboard and grabbed the bowl of mints--oh, how he loved his mints--before returning to the table and setting them down along with the half-finished can of pop. He unwrapped one of the mints and popped it into his mouth. "Thought they were fucking around when they asked me, to be honest," the Fire graduate shrugged, then gestured to the bowl. "You can have some if you want. Anyway, yeah. Haven't got a clue why I was picked seeing as everyone seems to avoid me. But ah well." It didn't matter now. He'd served his term and graduated, and well, here he was. "The Water kids like you, right? Wouldn't know, it's not like I talk to them."
He gave a bit of an amused smirk at this. The tensions between Fire and Water got in the way of a hell of a lot of things. When it came to a war, Josh just tried his best not to cross paths with Jake inside of school boundaries so that they weren't forced to fight. Jake may have been Water, but Josh was a good couple years older than him. A fight would be catastrophic. "Didn't mean to scare you like that by the way," he said. Josh didn't apologise--this was as close as one would get to an apology with him. "This neighbourhood really fucking sucks. Crazy place and even crazier fucking neighbours--thought the guy down the end of the hall might've decided to 'dispose' of me or something. We don't get along." He was lying through his teeth but he lied very well, easily.
Jake was in the middle of telling him why he was here when his phone rang. "Fucking hell, I forgot to turn off the damned ringer," he complained, rolling his eyes. He pulled the phone from his pocket with the intent to turn it off, but the text message that flashed up on the screen made him change his mind with a bit of a devious smirk. "Ever been to a party before, Jake?" he asked. "I think I have an idea for the weekend..."
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET JOSH YOU SNEAKY MANIPULATIVE BASTARD YOU. XD.
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Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 11, 2011 1:51:18 GMT -5
Jake was still kinda spooked that by the way Josh greeted his pranksters. But then again, he wasn't the only one at fault, seeing as Jake hadn't informed him that he would be coming over. Still, a gun? He'd try to ask about it later, but he knew he wouldn't get much of an answer. Since they were friends, he believed that even though Josh wouldn't tell him why he owned a gun, he'd have a good reason for owning one.
"Thanks." he said, before grabbing his own mint, unwrapping it, and popping it into his mouth. He never really thought of Josh as the loner type before. But of course, they usually avoided each other at the academy. If word ever got out that they were friends, all hell would break loose. He would loose his position as male water leader and his favor with his fellow water elementals, and that was the least that could happen. Come to think of it, he figured his friendliness was the reason he got the position in the first place. He was friends with almost all the other water elementals, and quite a few from the other elements, except for fire and thunder. Actually, Josh was his only friend from fire, and as of the moment he didn't have any from thunder. Why couldn't they all just get along?
"Yeah, I guess they do. Probably how I got my position in the first place."
His next words weren't much of an apology, but hey, it was something. And as he expected, Josh had a good explanation for the whole scenario with the gun a while ago. " Oh, wow. This place must really suck." he said, completely and totally buying the explanation.
Jake jumped a little when the phone rang, but who could blame him? Getting almost shot by your friend did that to some people. He cracked a smile to show that it was no problem. He saw Josh smirk, and was about to ask, when he spoke. He was sure he knew where this was leading. No, he rarely went to parties, as a matter of fact. And he was sure his and Josh's definitions of party were not exactly the same. But he could almost feel his mischievous nature saying there's a first time for everything. "What do you have in mind?" returning Josh's smirk with one of his own.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 11, 2011 16:44:58 GMT -5
YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
"It does," Joshua agreed right before the phone rang. And really, even though he'd been lying to cover up the fact that he was in fear of his life from a much bigger thread, that much was not a lie. This place did suck. Especially when you came from a mansion and from loads of money. He'd never told Jake about what his parents did for a living, oddly enough. They had usually met in places like coffee shops or theatres, concert halls or places with a lot of people. Josh didn't tend to invite people over to the house because he hadn't trusted anyone enough to let them near his safe haven. And Jake had never been in his car, either, so it wasn't like he could have noticed when he switched out the sleek black sports car for a modest old thing whose only purpose was getting him from place to place and breaking down occasionally just to spite him.
The clothes were one thing that had changed and he couldn't hide--going from designer names that were heard of in the wardrobes of stars to more commercial things that you could find in a cheap mall had been an adjustment for him. Some people didn't pay attention to whether your sunglasses were authentic as opposed to brand name, still others didn't even care, but Josh cared. Thankfully the fact that Jake was a guy and was (as far as Joshua knew) heterosexual meant that he might not have an interest in fashion. Josh wasn't exactly into it like some people were, he didn't sit with magazines and gush over new designs, he'd just grown up with those brands populating his closet. When he was little and it turned winter, Mom would take him down to one of the big cities and into the stores with all the highly priced items and just let him get what he wanted. Money hadn't ever been discussed. There had never been a, 'No, honey, that's too much' in his world.
Now everything from his old lifestyle was too much. It was an adjustment.
He pushed this to the back of his mind as Jake returned the smirk and inquired about what they were going to do. It was probably a bad idea to drag his friend along with him--Joshua was pretty sure that Jake had never been to the type of party that Joshua had just been invited to. Booze and women and underage drinking was practically the slogan of these shifty events. You weren't asked for ID at the door you were just told not to call the cops. There were always drugs too of course, but that was one part of the scene that Josh stayed away from.
"Up for a road trip?" he asked. He didn't really have the gas money to spare (he had the money, it was just... supposed to be for rent) but he really needed this. He needed to just go and drink to have fun again. "Buddy of mine down in Vancouver's holding a party, says I should come along. They don't mind if I've got company; never have, never will. The drive's long and we could crash at a hotel or something--it'll occupy your weekend for sure. What do you say?"
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET JOSH YOU SNEAKY MANIPULATIVE BASTARD YOU. XD.
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Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 13, 2011 10:04:19 GMT -5
A road trip. He'd never been on one before. Some part of his mind old him that he still had a report or two to do and a test to study for. But unfortunately, that part was somewhere at the very back of his mind, and therefore did not play a significant role in influencing his next decision. "Count me in"
He reminded himself to check his own phone later for messages. He hadn't felt it vibrate, but he couldn't be sure. As a good student(most of the time), he always set his phone on vibrate. Usually he forgot to change it back after class, so he just left it on vibrate. He might have gotten a message or two from Tori. The thought of her almost made him smile. But he didn't, because who smiles suddenly in the middle of a conversation? In a way, him and Tori was like him and Josh. Except Josh was a dude, not a girl. And Jake wasn't crushing on him. That would be.. disturbing, to say the least. But they were friends, and he belonged to a rival element, just like Tori. That's what they had in common.
He vaguely wondered if either of them shared his thoughts. The thought that one day, all the elementals would co-exist peacefully. No sides, no alliances, no hostility, no rules, no barriers, just.. peace. Josh didn't look like the peaceful type, what with all the scars and all, but you never knew.
Thoughts like that did nothing to lift up his spirits, so he pushed them aside, promising himself he'd check his phone the moment he got the chance. But for now... "So, how are we gonna get there?" he asked. He wasn't sure if Josh owned a car. But if he planned on going to the party, he definitely would have a means of transportation.
He thought about what the party would be like. He'd rarely gone to parties. The only ones he went to were the formal ones, and he wasn't sure what kind Josh went to. Would there be drugs? If there were.. going was starting to seem like the less wise decision. But he'd would be free to choose whether he wanted to take them or not, right? Well, he'd see, wouldn't he?
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 13, 2011 15:53:54 GMT -5
YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
A smirk spread across Joshua's features as Jake agreed to go with him. "Awesome! And here I was thinking you were the goody two-shoes type." His smirk melted into a grin as he jokingly punched his friend in the arm; not in a violent sense, but considering his strength it was likely that it would be felt. He wasn't lying with what he'd said, though. Joshua had honestly always taken Jake to be the type of guy that kept his nose clean and stayed out of trouble. He's a Water student, Josh reminded himself. They're into that kind of thing. All the same, he was pretty sure Jake had never been to a really hardcore party before. The younger boy was into pranking and little jokes like jumping out from behind doors and nearly getting shot afterward. Not the sort of trouble that a guy like Josh got himself into.
"Drive, of course," came Joshua's easy response. There was a slight cracking sound as he snapped the thin remainder of the mint between his teeth, then a rustling as he reached his hand into the large bowl and slipped a handful of the wrapped candies into his pocket. "For the road," he grinned, in case Jake was wondering. "Grab some if you want." He gave pause in case Jake wanted any, then returned them to the cupboard. "Just give me a minute to clean up and we can get going."
Unlike most guys, this didn't involve just straightening the mess and maybe picking up a sock or two. No, there were no loose bits of clothing lying around Josh's apartment, the floor was vacuumed and free of crumbs, and the kitchen was also clean. The only dish in the sink was the one he brought to it that had previously housed his sandwich, and even that didn't stay as such for long. He rinsed it and slid it into the dishrack, also taking the time to put away the dried dishes that were there. Since this wasn't usually what people did when they had guests over, Josh was polite enough to continue talking. The kitchen door (yes, his kitchen had a door, it had a lock on it as well... he was paranoid) was open so that his voice could carry to the living room nearby. "So how was winter break for you? Seemed too damned short on my part; sucks that we only get so much time to break from school." In truth, Josh really didn't mind the short holidays this time around, but he was covering his tracks here. Usually he spent the holidays with his family and thus welcomed the time to hang around his little sister and his parents, but he'd been ousted from the home in August of the previous year. His Christmas holidays had been spent alone in his apartment, hating what his life had become.
Jake didn't need to know that.
Putting the last dish away, he switched the lights off in the kitchen and went into the living room. His last order of business was to slide his study books back onto their designated spot on the living room shelf before he turned to Jake. "Sorry about that, can't stand mess. Ready to go?" He snatched the keys off the coffee table and jingled them a little to indicate that these corresponded to his car out in the parking lot.
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET JOSH YOU SNEAKY MANIPULATIVE BASTARD YOU. XD.
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Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 14, 2011 1:33:29 GMT -5
"Oh, you never know. I might be a spy sent by the academy to monitor your 'dangerous and illegal activities.'" Jake said, smiling innocently, raising his eyebrows a little before winking at him. Though, it was possible that the party they were going to was in fact dangerous and illegal. But he did not voice these thoughts, and kept them to himself instead. He didn't think much about the arm-punching thing. When he was a sophomore, his multitude of pranks warranted him a LOT of arm-punches, and not all of them were as light as the one Josh had just given him.
Looking at the bowl, he saw that there were quite a few mints left. Nodding his thanks, he grabbed as many as he could and stuffed them in his pockets, save for one, which he unwrapped and popped into his mouth to replace the one earlier, which had already melted and was now probably taking a tour of his digestive system.
At Josh's next words, he noticed that the place was immaculately clean. If he hadn't known that Josh lived there, he would have thought a nun din.
Now that he thought about it, winter break did seem too short. "Agreed. I think one year of school merits one year of vacation." he said. But unfortunately, if they followed that, they'd be middle aged by the time they graduated from high school. His winter break had been spent with his mom. Thankfully, she was getting better. Much better, in fact. She now smiled every now and then, and she no longer kept herself locked in her room whenever she was in the house. She even picked up the hobby of knitting. He was glad that she was finally starting to move on. He wondered how Josh spent his winter break. Probably going to parties like the one they were headed to now. But it was bad to judge people like that, so he pushed those thoughts aside.
"It's fine. you're pretty neat for a fire student." he said, voicing his earlier thoughts, though without reference to the nun. With a quick breath, he heaved himself up from the couch and prepared to head out.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 14, 2011 1:52:06 GMT -5
YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
Joshua snorted a bit in amused disbelief. "You, a spy? Ha!" But he was grinning a little as he said it. Honestly he would have been much more paranoid and actually might have believed those words had it not been Jake who was speaking them. You had to be careful with what you said around Joshua--he was vastly unpredictable. His paranoia was a many-levelled and dangerous thing. Considering he'd almost shot Jake for startling him, it was pretty obvious that messing around with his head wasn't always a wise idea. "Besides, the Academy would trust a Water student as soon as they'd trust a Fire; they only really rely on the Earth and Thunder students when they want something done." Thunder were dark, but they were also a little less violent and crazy compared to Fire students. And Earth kids were the most reliable of the sort. "Or maybe Wind, but that lot are a bunch of shifty bastards, can never tell when they'll be reliable."
On the subject of vacation he gave a light sort of laugh. "You hate school that much?" Hatred of school was something that Joshua understood existed but could never really sympathise with considering he was so attuned to it. School was pretty much the structure of his lifestyle. He was fully ready and willing to commit himself to another eleven years of it after graduation so that he could become a doctor like his Dad. What does Jake plan to do with his life? And normally Josh withheld such questions, but since this guy was his friend he decided to ask, "What're you going to do once you graduate? Stay for college, go to a normal college, drop out...?" He trailed off to allow any other options leeway.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Josh decided with amusement.
He knew that it was true. The Fire dormitories reflected that fact that whilst his element weren't complete slobs they had no problem with leaving their things lying around. A lot of Earth students had the tendency to be neat. He didn't have any Earth in his bloodline--both his parents were Fire, his grandparents had been Fire, and his own kids would probably be Fire. Unless Angels kid--our kid, he forced himself to think, ends up being Water like her... Damn it, he was too young to be a father. Stop thinking, he advised himself sardonically.
He led the way into the parking lot where a slightly decent tan vehicle was waiting. It certainly wasn't what you could call a 'nice' car--it was old and weather--but it was at least functional. And hell, a lot of teenagers had shit cars considering their low income. Jake didn't know he'd previously been the heir to a massive fortune and so it was fine. He unlocked the door to shotgun and got in the drivers side, starting the car and stalling as he waited for Jake to get in. It was cold, but rather than turning on the heat Josh just flicked his hand and filled the interior with the warmth from his powers. "It'll be a long drive," he chuckled. "Want to stop and eat anywhere on the way?" Glancing at the radio he said, "Feel free to fiddle around with that thing and find a station you like, by the way."
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET JOSH YOU SNEAKY MANIPULATIVE BASTARD YOU. XD.
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Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 14, 2011 2:27:24 GMT -5
"What, I don't look like spy material to you? For all you know I have a hidden voice recorder taped to my chest. Recording. Your. Every. Word." Jake smiled as darkly as he could, but the mischief was obvious in his eyes. "On behalf of my element, I take offense on that. I'll have you know we're a very reliable group. Got any enemies you wanna prank? Just give me a call." he winked again, for effect.
He thought for a while. "I don't really hate school, but I'm sure you of all people know how tiring and time consuming classes can be." he grimaced. Aside from classes, the academy was actually a fun place to be. You always belonged somewhere, and there was almost always something to do. When Josh brought up his plans for the future, Jake thought for a while. Honestly, he had never given that subject much thought before. "I guess... I guess I'll stay for college. Wouldn't wanna miss out on the chance to learn more about my powers now, would I?" Besides, more power meant bigger pranks, and bigger pranks meant more fun.
He followed Josh to the parking lot, until they reached his car. Now, Jake wasn't really a car type of guy, meaning he didn't share the stereotypical interest that virtually all males had in cars. Josh's car didn't look like the best, but it would probably serve it's purpose of getting them from point A to point B.
Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to own his own car. His dad had left them more than enough money to get a decent one, but he would wait until he was old enough to drive before he actually bought one.
A thought suddenly occurred to him as he got in the front seat beside Josh. "Wait.. are you old enough to drive yet?" he asked, though he sensed that it didn't really matter to Josh, seeing as he already had a car and about to drive it all the way to Vancouver.
"Oh, I don't mind, I'm not really hungry, anything's fine with me."
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 14, 2011 2:46:05 GMT -5
YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
Joshua laughed when Jake joked around a bit. "On the other hand just ring up the Fire boys if you ever want someone tossed in a dumpster." He said it in a joking tone, but honestly if you had friends in the Fire element this was pretty plausible. They were an angry bunch that looked out for their own and would be more than willing to dumpster toss a couple of guys for the benefit of their buddies. Of course, Josh could no longer order around his element like Jake could, but that didn't matter. Josh was even more violent than the majority of his element and if you were his friend he was ten times more dependable. "On second thought you could just call me up and they wouldn't know their own name come morning." He was fiercely protective over anyone lucky enough to call themselves his friend. Lucky enough? No, more like kind enough. It took a lot of patience to get along with a guy that would almost blow your brains out for scaring him a little
A lot of patience.
A soft snort of contempt filled the air. "Seriously?" he said. "Jake, this is me we're talking about. Josh Dale. Possibly one of the most dedicated studiers in our entire damned school, and you're asking me if I know about stressful classes?" He laughed. "There's a difference between us, though--I don't really mind classes at all." He was a bookworm and a nerd and a geek and a whole number of other things relating to knowledge and learning. But Joshua was not ashamed of it. He shrugged off such insults with a chuckle and a mutter of, "Yeah, and when you work for me ten years down the line your ass is never getting promoted." It was a cliche thing to say but in Josh's case it was almost entirely true. He was capable of holding a grudge and he had the determination to go far in life.
Josh gave his friend a strange look, then wordlessly pulled out his drivers liscence and waved it around a little. Then he tossed it into Jake's lap. "Of course I can drive--it's not fake, either. I'm nineteen in April, didn't you know?" It only occurred to Joshua now that Jake had never really been informed of his age before. "Haven't you gone out to get your learner's permit or anything yet?" Did Jake just not know how the system worked or anything? Sucked for him then if he hadn't gotten that head start. Joshua's parents had signed him up for lessons on his birthday for Christs sakes.
The only stop he actually ended up making was at a Tim Hortons--a Canadian donut shop well known throughout the country. "Drink coffee? Tea? Iced capps?" He ordered himself one of the latter as well as a twelve pack of assorted donuts. Any place where you could get sweets was a weakness of Joshua's. He sat the donut box between the two seats with a simple, "Help yourself," before selecting a Boston Cream and biting into it. Mmm, donuts.
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET JOSH YOU SNEAKY MANIPULATIVE BASTARD YOU. XD.
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Post by JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON on Jun 14, 2011 3:18:31 GMT -5
Jake laughed, even though he knew that many of his fellow water students had ended up in dumpsters at least one in their lives, curtsey of the fire students, including him, but of course Josh had taken care of that little problem for him, and once again he was reminded of how much he owed him. He knew that Josh was perfectly capable of carrying out his threat, and the various scars on his body only added to his belief. "Actually, there is this guy. Conrad Aldridge. Thunder elemental. Ever heard of him?" he smiled at the thought of some payback.
It had been during one of the little wars between the elements a year back, thunder and fire obviously siding together against water and earth, with wind split in the middle. Of course, the academy knew all about it, but what could they do, kick them all out? So instead, they carried on with normal classes like everything was all great and peachy. But everyone knew the truth. It was written all over the students' faces. The medical wings were filled up and everyone was tired of fighting, so they thankfully settled for a truce. The day they did, Jake was on his way back to the dorm after a long and tiring day when he bumped into the thunder student. They had exchanged quite a few verbal insults, then things turned ugly. Long story short, Jake ended up getting shocked so bad that he had ended up unconscious in the medical wing for a few days, and had been plotting revenge ever since. He frowned at the memory.
"You must be a real geek to not share everyone else's hatred of classes. No offense, though." he grinned.
Jake looked at the driver's license. "I must say, you look quite dashing here. I think I'll keep it, as a souvenir." he said, slipping it in his pocket. He was joking, of course, and he planned to give it back later. "I'll learn vefore I get my license." he said. He was a fast learner. That is, when he was interested in something.
"No thanks, I'll just have some water." he said, ordering a bottle of water for himself, before taking a seat and gratefully grabbing one of the donuts and taking a big bite. "Thus shtuff ush pree goo." he said, with a mouthful of donut. It really was. Like Josh, he also had a thing for sweets.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 14, 2011 4:01:14 GMT -5
YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT it's all a blur last night
_WE NEED A TAXI 'CAUSE YOU'RE HUNGOVER & I'M BROKE
Considering Jake fit the stereotypical 'good guy' mould, Joshua had not exactly been expecting him to turn around and actually talk about nailing some guy. Josh had only been kidding around when he'd mentioned the dumpster toss thing. But then Jake said something about a Thunder elemental and the mood turned serious for a moment as Joshua glanced at him then flicked his gaze back to the road. Safe driving. No car accidents for Josh. He'd never been in an accident yet even though he'd told Jake that he had to cover for the scars on his ribs. "Yeah?" He sounded intrigued and definitely like he was listening, all signs of joking vanished. "Aldridge... yeah, matter of fact I have heard of him," he agreed with a nod. "British kid, right? The gay one?" He had nothing against gay guys or anything, but he didn't really like Conrad. They didn't get along. "So what'd Aldridge do to you? Want me to fuck him up?" He said it so casually as if they were discussing the weather.
Josh only gave a dry laugh to the comment about his being a geek. "None taken, I'll admit it," he shrugged it off easily. He had dedicated the majority of his life to his education and he wasn't about to turn around and stop now. "Need the credentials for the medical school I want to get into. I considered going to Harvard, but I don't know... pretty damned far away." Harvard, number one of the Ivy League schools in the United States. Regarded as the elite, and very hard to get into. Josh set his goals high. He laughed lightly. "I might apply just for the hell of it and see if I get in, but I'll probably end up going a Canadian university. My sister would kill me if I fucked off to the States when she was just starting at the Academy." That was if she even had the elemental blood at all. But they had an impressive bloodline, Joshua didn't fear for it much at all. He hoped she'd be a Fire student just like the rest of the family but that all depended on how strong her personality was in comparison to genetics, he supposed.
He laughed when Jake joked around and pocketed his licence. "I look like I'm about to go on a murderous rampage," he said and knew that it was true. You couldn't smile in the pictures for official documents and Joshua hadn't just refrained from smiling, he'd been outright scowling at the photographer. It would have been just as suitable for a mug shot.
"I feel like music," he mused, and his deft fingers found a 3OH!3 CD in the middle compartment. He smirked a little and popped it in. "Hope this is your kind of music," Joshua grinned as Beaumont started to blast over the speakers. Considering it was instrumental he leaned forward and switched it to the next song with a chuckle. The car may have been shit, but it still had a decent sound system. He turned it down a bit so that they could still converse and so that it wasn't obnoxious, then turned his attention to the long drive ahead.
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At last the car was pulling into the parking lot of the large house that the party was being held in. There was already loud music blasting through the speakers in the house and there were a couple of people hanging out on the porch. One guy seemed as if he was playing doorman and 'approving' people to head inside, whereas a couple were playing tonsil hockey against the railing. Josh cut the engine on the car and got out, gesturing for Jake to follow him as he strolled confidently up to the porch. He was wearing his large sunglasses, but he slid them up momentarily to look the 'bouncer' in the eye. They exchanged a nod like they knew one another. "Brought a friend of mine," Joshua said calmly, gesturing to Jake.
"Go on in."
Once they stepped inside the party scene there was already a lot going on. A song by Ke$ha whose name Joshua had never cared to learn was blaring over the speakers, the bass seeming to shake the room. It wasn't really his type of music (he preferred 3OH!3) but hell, it was club music all the same. There were people making out, people taking shots, a crowd playing spin the bottle. This game of STB wasn't the silly shit you played in highschool--they planned to and definitely would go farther than a simple kiss. A cloud of smoke issued from a couple of potheads in one corner of the room.
There was a table of 'refreshments', the eighteen year old expertly picking out a brand of whiskey with which he was familiar and taking a couple shot glasses. He poured himself one, downed it, then poured another two. Josh chuckled darkly. "Welcome to my world, Jake," he said, and passed him the second shot.
i lost my fake id , YOU LOST THE MOTEL KEY
SPARE ME YOUR FREAKIN' DIRTY LOOKS NOW DON'T BLAME ME
HEY THERE. THIS TEMPLATE WAS DESIGNED BY TAYLOR, SO DON'T TOUCH. THE THREAD IS TAGGED FOR JAKE CHRISTIAN CAMERON AND IS LOCATED IN JOSH'S APARTMENT. THAT SONG IS CALLED WAKING UP IN VEGAS (CLICK ME!) AND IT'S BY KATY PERRY. IT CAME IN AT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WORDS AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY THOSE FIGURES, MY MUSE WAS ALRIGHT. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS. OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET JOSH YOU SNEAKY MANIPULATIVE BASTARD YOU. XD.
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