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Post by brett on Jan 25, 2012 20:25:18 GMT -5
Brett hadn't slept in what would soon be twenty-four hours. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but more that his mind and body wouldn't let him. Pills were making him too energetic. It was Saturday morning, and a long night of partying had ended and given way to Brett sitting cliffside alone at what had to be four or five in the morning. Usually, this would mean that he just had to go home, and maybe try working out or something until his body collapsed, but he really felt the need for company at this point. So of course, Brett decided that he'd have to call someone early in the morning and get them to come out to the cliffs and talk to him or something. In his defense, he was high and rational thought of 'if I call them this early, they'll hate me' was lost on him. Why would anyone be mad if he wanted to hang out with them at five in the morning? They should have felt honored or something. Brett didn't often actually invite people places. Most of his encounters were just chance meetings that led to adventures. Calling people meant that he considered them important. No one could be mad about that.
Brett scrolled through his phone and sent out a few texts and calls. He was received with a lot of pissed kids telling what an asshole he was. That was fine. He didn't need them. Finally, he decided to text a girl he'd met more recently, and didn't know all too well. Whenever they spoke, they seemed to get along well enough, so maybe she'd be willing to oblige him and hang out at this hour of the morning. He began to write out a text: "hey, wanna come hang near the cliffs?" Hopefully he wouldn't be met with too much bitterness there. Brett probably would have been upset too if someone tried to call him in the morning, but that was because he never got up until like noon anyway. That was one of the reasons that he'd failed last year - he slept through a few of his classes, and it was kind of necessary to attend classes for him to pass. There was also just the complete lack of care he'd put in to learning, but it was probably mostly the not showing up at all factor that messed things up for him. He should have been in college by now, and now he doubted that he'd even be accepted into a college at all.
Brett let his legs hang over the edge of the cliff, and lit up a cigarette. It was actually really peaceful outside at this time of night. No one would be out for a while, and it was just calm and serene. Brett wasn't sure how he felt about that, actually. Silence always made him uncomfortable. It was too all-consuming. There wasn't any way to escape it once it started. It was evil. Noise was what Brett felt comfortable with. The sounds of cars, or music, or people made Brett feel comfortable. At the same time though, this was actually nice, and he couldn't believe that thought was actually crossing his mind. Still, no matter nice this all was, someone being here to talk to would be nicer. Brett liked to be high when other people were around, just in case he started freaking out or something. If that were to happen, he'd need someone to take care of him. Not that this high was even messing with his head aside from being full of energy. He had to wonder what he'd taken. Must have been some kind of amphetamine. As Brett took a drag of his cigarette, he looked at his phone for any sign of a response.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jan 25, 2012 22:08:46 GMT -5
It had been a long day. School was, as always, boring and shitty and Lark was growing tired of droning through the day like some sort of robot. Maybe it was not school that bothered her, it was more the fact that she had a lot on her mind. Part of her wanted so badly to leave her element and ally altogether, and side up with Josh and the others. If not for Josh, then for the fact that she enjoyed the company of the earths and waters so much more. After the talk with Ashton, something in her changed. She realized that their conversation was peaceful, quiet...normal. Lark did not realize how much she enjoyed the peace and quiet until that point, and how her normal was not the normal she wanted. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do right now, and was almost scared to make the decision. I really need to talk to Josh...or someone. But who else was there to talk to, aside from Josh? No one. She had other friends, but they were loyal to the fire/thunder elements and that would do her no good.
By this time, the day had worn on into the night and still the brunette was staring up at her ceiling. Her dad had come home only an hour or so before completely wasted, but she decided to lay there and let him find his own way to bed. Lark was tired of babying a fully grown man; fortunately he was not an abusive drunk, and their relationship was decent considering their situation, but after a while it grew tiring. She glanced at her phone; it was around 4:30 in the morning by this time, and her eyes were glued open. Her body wanted to crash and burn, but the buzzings in her mind would not let her rest. Tossing and turning, eventually Lark sat up and ran a hand through her hair. This was growing to be irritating. Just as she was about to stand up and find something to do, her phone vibrated next to her. "Who the hell would be..." Lark muttered, lifting the phone to her face, the bright light causing her to blink.
Brett. Lark tilted her head slightly at the text, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Fingers nimble, she replied, "What the hell are you doing up at this hour?" After it sent, she smiled and shook her head, sending another text. "Alright, well, I'll be there in half an hour." Glad for a distraction from the silence of the house, she slipped on her hoodie, cargo pants, and her converse before sneaking out of the house. Her dad would not mind anyway, being as he was knocked out cold on his bed, snoring away like a rather large bear. The cold hit her in the face rather abruptly as she walked down the street, the emptiness welcoming. It did not take long before she hit the grounds of the academy; Lark's eyes scanned the area briefly before trudging on towards the cliffs on the other side of the grounds. They were hard to miss, even in the early early morning light. When she reached the base, Lark looked up and caught sight of someone dangling their legs over the edge, and quickly made her way up the trail towards the top. She slipped a couple of times, one of them hurting her ankle in the process before finally coming to stand behind Brett.
"Insomnia? Party? Vampire?" Lark joked lightly as she approached him and sat down next to him, leaning back on her hands as she looked out over the darkened grounds. She exhaled, her breath rising past her nose. "So what's up?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at him. "I'm probably the only person you didn't wake up with your invite to the cliffs, hm?"
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Post by brett on Jan 28, 2012 21:00:19 GMT -5
When Brett gained a response lacking any negative words or obscenities, he was pleasantly surprised. He was really beginning to expect everyone to reject his invitation at this point. He didn't really blame them, no matter how irrationally betrayed he felt. Brett quickly texted back: Waking up the entire community, apparently. He hoped that Lark wouldn't be insulted that he hadn't chosen her first, but they weren't that close, so it should have been fine. Some people just got really temperamental when they weren't the primary choice, even from strangers. It was ridiculous, but it happened. And it pissed Brett off. Lark's next text was positively fantastic, because it showed that someone was willing to leave their bed at night to come spend time with him. Someone was willing to sacrifice for him, and that meant a whole lot to him. Though for all he knew, Lark could have been tweaked-out too, and just sitting alone, unable to sleep as well. Maybe it wasn't as much of a sacrifice as he thought. Then again, it really didn't matter. Company was coming.
Brett was amazed at how fast time went by when he was on his own. Usually, Brett had music or TV, or some other form of media in front of him, which kept a pace for him. He never just sat still and stayed in silence. It wasn't a great feeling, but at least time was moving quickly for him. That was always nice. The only downside was that he was alone with his thoughts. He couldn't take that for very long without snapping. His mind went over his decisions, and then his moral guide kicked in. It was funny, because morality was lost on him when it came to his day to day life, but whenever he didn't have to make a decision, that was when he got to judge what he did. Now he was questioning the path he was choosing. Sleeping around, and drugs, and all his other debauchedness seemed to be ruining him. And that thought just made him want drugs more. Or sex. Or casual conversation. Or getting beaten over the head repeatedly with a large rock. Anything to get his mind off of his mistakes.
And it was as if his prayers had been answered when he heard a voice next to him. He turned to the girl and smiled. "Is there an all of the above option?" he joked. Brett took another drag of his cigarette. "Not too much. Pretty sure I got too high, and now I can't sleep. It's annoying as fuck," he said lightly, exhaling smoke. "Oh, sorry, you want one?" Brett held out a carton of cigarettes toward Lark. He didn't usually offer people cigs without their asking first, but people didn't usually come all the way out to the cliffs in the early morning just because they'd been invited. "Glad I didn't wake you. What were you up to?" It was amazing that she was up at this hour without him having to wake her. She must have either had a terrible or an amazing night, and either way, it was kind of bizarre to Brett, who would probably have believed that the sun didn't come up until noon.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jan 29, 2012 13:30:30 GMT -5
Lark received another message from Brett shortly after, her lips twitching into a small smile. So he did make attempts to get some other people to join him, but unfortunately Lark was possibly the only other person awake in Maple Hollow at that ungodly hour. Insomnia, plus the rapid and stressful thought processes would not allow for any sleep, so it was probably better that she found something to do. However if she had been sleeping and received a message from Brett, she would have gone to hang out with him all the same. It was a blessing and a curse to be as loyal as she was; the girl would probably give up her life for her friends, even Brett who she did not know half as long as Josh or Samson. Her loyalty to her element and ally were dwindling, but she was not foolish enough to toss away those who actually gave her a chance. But...will I lose Sam and Brett if I do switch sides? It was a nagging thought that haunted her all the way up the cliff side, only dissipating once Brett returned conversation and smiled. He was a strange guy, but nice and did not mind his company in the least.
"Oh ho, so now I'm in the presence of a vampire? That's pretty bad ass," She teased back, smirking as she glanced over at him. "I'd prefer vampire over insomnia any day. At least they have a cool excuse to never sleep." It was a subtle way of hinting why she was awake without fully saying so; she did not want Brett to feel like she was doing this because she was unable to sleep. At the mentioning of him being high, Lark raised her eyebrows and passed him a rather amused gleam in her eyes. He was such a destructive person--at least, from what she had seen since first knowing him--so it was not much of a surprise, though it did bother her a bit that he was so reckless with himself. Oh well, to each their own I suppose. No one ever took the time to nose into Lark's life and how she lived it, so she would not do that to Brett. "Sorry, that does suck. Well, you can just sleep all day once you do crash. I'll just tell people you're sick if they ask where you are." Whether Lark supported Brett's behavior or not, it was not her place to treat him like a child and scold him for doing it. Instead she would rather be a friend and do what entailed with that label. She did not have enough friends to throw them around like they were worthless. They were all she had to keep her sane, even if she did have doubts staying with her element and ally.
Lost in thought, it startled her to have the carton of cigarettes shoved in her face, but smiled and took one out anyway. "Thanks, much appreciated." The girl hardly ever said please or thank you, at least until recently. The ordeal at home with the divorce and her depressed dad left her personality in shambles and it was getting difficult to pick up the pieces. She held the cigarette between her lips as she summoned forth a small flame, lighting it before shaking her hand. The flame disappeared, leaving them in the dark once again. "I guess my element has one advantage, eh?" She asked aloud, taking a drag before allowing the smoke to billow out through her nostrils. She was not a heavy smoker nor was she addicted; it was more of a need to have basis when stressed. Like she was at that point. Her dark brown eyes peered out over the lake nearby, soaking up the serenity before hearing Brett speak again. It was nice to have someone to talk to. Not many people did anymore. She guessed it was because some of them believed she was already a traitor; Lark never really cared much about what other people thought, though.
"Even if you did I would have come to hang out." Lark stated casually, shrugging her shoulders. "But I uh..." She started, mulling over her words carefully. Her hand raked through her hair. "I guess I just couldn't sleep. Happens sometimes, especially when you're part vampire." Lark tried to divert the conversation away from herself so she would not have to talk about what was really going on, but she was not quite sure if she failed or not. Brett was still on a bit of a high and who knew what else, so maybe he was not even paying full attention. She looked at him with a smile.
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Post by brett on Jan 31, 2012 22:00:42 GMT -5
Brett didn't concern himself much with alliances. At least, not in the traditional way that most people tended to treat them. Brett was the kind of kid who only used alliances to promote hostility against earth and water kids, whom he tended to have an instinctual grudge against anyway. Brett wasn't really loyal to his own side though, he was kind of roguish, and he didn't take orders well, nor could he be trusted to be put in charge of anything. All in all, Brett wasn't a team player, but he could certainly pretend that he was from time to time to make people think that he could be trusted - or at least left alone. Brett didn't like when his friends changed sides simply because it meant that they'd try to get him to stop attacking their new allies, and because it meant that if he continued to hang around with them, his own allies would question his loyalty more than they may have already. He didn't need that. He was pretty sure that he won points with the fire/thunder union due to his one fight with Josh Dale, the traitor, but it was more because he was bored than because he was standing up for the thunders. And he didn't even win. Brett lost. Pathetically, in fact. He didn't even put up a fight, and he got a few new scars after that one. That was months ago, and he still had the marks on his arms and chest that symbolized his most embarrassing defeat. It was probably the one mistake he'd always look back on. The one mistake he'd probably never be able to fix. Dale was older, and he'd always be more powerful. Brett needed as many people on his side as possible, though. He needed the company.
Brett grinned when it Lark went along with the vampire joke. "You say that now, but we'll see how you feel when it comes time to feed," Brett retorted. He nodded when Lark mentioned that she had insomnia. He didn't care enough to pry into why she couldn't get to sleep, mostly because he didn't honestly know much about insomnia. All Brett knew about sleep was his own experience with it, and that tended to revolve around his ability to sleep anywhere he wanted to as long as he was sober. "Not to mention all the girls would die to get with Brett Blaire, the bloodsucking tortured soul," he mused, looking at his cigarette absentmindedly. This was certainly a joke, but at the same time Twilight pretty much proved how easy it was for teens to fall in love with vampires. Brett took a long and final drag of his cigarette, flicking the butt off of the cliff. He leaned back on his hands and turned his head to face her, smiling warmly. "Good point. No one's gonna be looking for me. Thanks though," he said casually. It was Saturday, after all, and not many people sought him out anyway. Not to mention Lark would have to explain how she knew that Brett was sick, which would lead to assumptions about the two of them that he was pretty sure Lark would want to avoid.
"Any time," Brett said, putting away the carton and reaching for his lighter. He almost jumped back when a sudden orange light illuminated the two of them. He liked to think that his reaction to the fire was just due to the drugs, because if it was very noticeable it'd be humiliating. He envied Lark's ability to manipulate fire. He wished he had that. Brett liked lightning, but fire was wonderful. It was so destructive, so warm, and so beautiful. Not to mention it'd save him a lot of cash in the long run as far as lighters and fluid. "You'd sacrifice your sleep for me? Now I feel important," Brett stated coolly. It was weird to hear that someone would give anything up for him, and to hear otherwise actually meant a lot. Not that he'd ever admit that. Hell, he probably wouldn't remember it at the end of the day. Everything was always dreamlike the day after.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Feb 4, 2012 14:04:55 GMT -5
Lark raised her eyebrows a bit at Brett, a smile creeping up onto her features. It was really nice to have someone who enjoyed joking around, because some of her other friends (if she could even call them that) were not really the type to respond well to her comments. Joshua did decently well but he was so stoic it was hard to tell if he enjoyed the banter or not. When they were at the beach several months back, he definitely was not eager to deal with her humor. "Ohh right, I forgot to tell you I'm a bit of a masochist. Feeding time won't have any effect on me." She glanced over at him, eyes glinting with humor. She was not really sure if she was masochistic sexually being as she still had not even experienced her first kiss, but it was still fun to joke around about it. Besides, Lark rarely thought of her guy friends romantically so the thought that Brett might take that to the gutter did not exactly cross her mind. She laughed a little bit and rolled her head back to look up at the sky, the stars bright and vibrant. "You sure about that? I guess most girls would fall for the vampire huh? I'm more of a werewolf fan, actually." She did not like to follow the crowd when it came to what was the most popular, and would often times change the things she liked simply to remain different from the rest. Music was another story entirely, but everything else was game.
Catching his warm smile elicited a bit of a smile from Lark; it was strange how people fed off of other people's emotions, even something as simple as a smile or a frown. She merely shrugged and leaned back again, the air cool and comfortable. "It's no problem," Lark replied, not dwelling on his last comment. She knew what it was like to sit in the background and have no one really take notice of her existence--that is, until there is some sort of negative interaction with someone else. It seemed to be happening more and more. She half frowned and sighed before taking another drag of her cigarette; off in her own train of thought the girl did not even notice Brett's jumpy reaction to conjuring up her meager flame. Having her element had its benefits, but the downside was her personality. It bothered Lark to be so temperamental, but there was nothing to be done. Over the past few months it altered itself somewhat, but not enough to make her happy with herself. The conversation with Ashton was still rather fresh on her mind. Would I actually want to be a different element?
"Of course I would," Lark mumbled through the cigarette between her lips. "You're my friend. It comes with the territory." It was by no means a way to make him feel important or special--Lark was loyal as a dog and did whatever necessary to do things for her friends. If it made him feel important then that was great, but that was not the goal. "Are you up to anything else this weekend? I have absolutely nothing to do and need some entertainment." Her fingers gripped the cigarette and pulled it away from her mouth long enough to blow the smoke into the air before placing it between her lips again. If dad knew I smoked, he would kill me. It did not matter what he thought though, being as he was usually too intoxicated or busy at work to care about his daughter. That, plus the fact that she had very few friends and most of them were busy left her rather lonely on the weekends. Maybe Brett would have something in mind to keep her occupied?
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Post by brett on Feb 5, 2012 20:28:17 GMT -5
Brett tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at the mention of Lark being a masochist. That was something that he didn't hear often. Most people either weren't into pain, or were too shy to admit it, and while Brett wasn't a sadist, he enjoyed the thought of domination and he loved mixing things up every once in a while. Doing a masochist could be fun. "Really? Could I put that to the test?" Brett asked with a challenging smirk. Of course, he was trying to keep himself from actually acting on that one. Brett was too impulsive, too indulgent, and let his libido control him too much of the time. All in all, Brett was more like an animal than a person in a lot of senses, but he'd do his best not to destroy what may have actually been one of this only constructive relationships. Brett laughed as Lark explained that she liked werewolves. "Seriously? Any time it rains, your get the smell of wet dog, and they shed. Is that the kind of guy you're after?" he teased. This little back and forth was actually really fun, he didn't actually have conversations like this often.
Either Lark hadn't seen Brett's little spasm, or she was being nice enough to pretend that she didn't notice. Either way, it was nice good that she wouldn't torture him with it the way he would to any of his stoned friends who gave him the chance. The sun was starting to rise, and Brett wasn't sure if he was going to be able to sleep at all today. It was fine if he couldn't, after all it was a Saturday. "So what do you usually do for fun?" he asked, pulling out another cigarette and putting it in his mouth. "Could I get a light?" he asked with a smirk, deciding not to waste lighter fluid when he had a pretty fire girl next to him to ignite everything for him. He was the kind of person who took every advantage he could, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.
"Well you can count on me to do the same, as long as you can wake me up," he said with a grin. It was pretty true. As long as he was awake, he'd be glad to hang out with people. The only trouble was that he would be impossible to wake up, and that was when he'd miss out on things. Worse was when he woke up, and then complained about being awakened too early. Still, he got over that eventually, and then he'd go on adventures. Having company always made those adventures better. So he'd love to come to hang out with Lark whenever he could. She was really fun to be around, unlike most people he met. "I was gonna hit up a party or go to Corrosion tonight. Wanna like hang out till then, maybe pre-game, and come with me?" That was his plan every weekend. He got high, then he went out and partied. And that was it. Company was always nice with the first part though. Even for an addict doing drugs alone was sad.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Feb 6, 2012 1:28:11 GMT -5
Lark let another stream of smoke escape her nostrils before finishing off the cigarette, pushing the ashes into the rock beside her to put it out. A mischievous smirk crossed her features as she glanced at Brett, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe, but only if you behave yourself." Lark teased lightly, passing a faint wink before diverting her gaze back over the grounds. She had her flirtatious moments, even if they were not very bold or consistent. Brett was a good friend, but it was just like Lark to be blinded to any possibilities of going past that point. He would have to be pretty straight forward about his emotions--hormonal or otherwise--in order for Lark to even take notice. It was probably safe, but then again it left her rather lonely. She had a chance to date quite a few guys, but none of them ever panned out. Some of them couldn't handle her, and others left her behind. Lark tried not to take it personally, and fared decently well. "But they are more loyal. Vampires just kinda take what they need and go. Dogs tend to stick around a bit longer. They can probably handle me better anyways. No offense meant towards you of course." She replied with a smile. She did not even realize it was turning into a discussion of 'her type of guy', nor did she intend to insult Brett in any way. "The wet dog smell and shedding is a downside, but gotta take the bad with the good right?"
It was not often that anyone--even a friend--asked about the finer details, even simple things like what she liked to do. The question brought her into silence for a moment or two before she caught sight of him yanking out a new cigarette. "Oh, sure thing. I'm good for something I suppose." Without much thought, Lark clicked her fingers together and summoned a small flame, lighting his cigarette before shaking her hand to be rid of it. She bit at her lip and looked at the stars again. "Eh, it depends really. Lately I've been kinda...looking for things to keep my mind occupied. Distractions I guess. But I play guitar and keep to myself mostly. Though a party or two never hurts." Although Lark was different than she was a few months before, she still liked to keep things to herself unless given a reason to discuss it. If Brett asked...who knew? Either she would tell him, or shrug it off and tell him not to bother with it. She would not know what to do until it actually happened. I kinda hope he doesn't get nosy but not much I can do.
"Ah, I won't bother you," Lark shrugged nonchalantly, looking rather bothered by his offer, though it was subtle and barely noticeable in the dark. "Sleeping is a little more important than bouts of insomnia." She was not used to anyone offering to sacrifice such things for her; sure, Josh remained friends even after switching sides, but even then Lark had a feeling she would be quicker to sacrifice than he would. Brett actually offered his company during a time that could be better spent, and that meant a lot. Her comment was a way of saying thank you, without actually saying the words aloud. A smile replaced the stoic look on her face, her eyes glancing over at the Thunder elemental thoughtfully. "Hmm...I suppose that could be fun. So long as I don't bore the fuck out of you before then, I'll be glad to stick around." Lark was feeling a bit reckless, but had no interest in drugs so if Brett wanted to do it then she would not stop him but would merely sit on the sidelines. It was not her job to tell him what to do, after all. "What are you thinking of before hand though?" She raised an eyebrow, smiling at him before looking at the sun peak over the tree tops. It was interesting; she had never watched a sunrise with someone else before.
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Post by brett on Feb 23, 2012 19:39:07 GMT -5
When people told Brett that he could have his way as long as he behaved himself, he considered himself just shot down. He was sure that if he tried, he certainly could avoid getting into trouble for a little bit. Brett could have been polite if he really wanted to. He could have censored himself, and he could have only done legal things. At least for a little while. It was just that people didn't expect it of him. So to be offered something like that meant that it just wasn't in the cards, or that whoever it was that was asking wanted to change him. His guess was that Lark was more of the former, because he doubted people who were willing to come and hang out with him at this ungodly hour really wanted to change him. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth their time. People seemed to get the picture that Brett was not a work in progress. A few girls probably saw him as a failed project at this point, because there used to be potential showing behind his whole bad boy attitude. He used to be a good kid who made bad decisions, but that part of him was long gone by now, and he, along with everyone else knew it. He was a real wild child now, and that's all there was to it. It wasn't a bad thing to him. Just an inevitability. "So that's a no, then?" Brett replied with a toothy grin.
It was always interesting hearing about people's types. Their ideal people were seldom who they ended up with, after all, and it was interesting to see what they looked for before they settled down. Brett himself looked for anything with a tight body and opened legs, and that was truly his only specifications. He could always do without pesky things like personalities. After all, the last thing in the world that Brett wanted was a relationship. He didn't want to end up anywhere but in bed with someone, after that, he never wanted to see someone else again. Hearing the type of someone who probably wasn't as much of a sociopath as he was interested him. "The good with the bad, eh?" Brett thought about that one for a moment, or at least pretended to. "No, I've never had to deal with that. Must just be you," he replied nonchalantly. Brett brought his newly lit cigarette to his lips. "I'm sure you're good for more than just lighting cigarettes," Brett said casually. He didn't know what. He wasn't good at complimenting people that he wasn't trying to fuck. It was just weird to him. He took another casual drag of his freshly lit cigarette. "You should play guitar for me some time," he stated casually, blowing out smoke in the process. He was always interested in hearing other people's skills. Brett wanted to start a band eventually, and if he could find talented people, he could do that a lot sooner.
Brett shook his head when Lark turned down his offer, which sent his hair into his face, rendering only his teeth visible on his face. It was rare that he offered to give up sleep for someone, and even more rare that someone would turn him down. It was just wrong. "Seriously, don't worry about it. Call me any time," he assured her. He liked hanging around with her, so he'd gladly pass on something as boring as sleep. He brushed some hair out of his face. "If anything, you'll keep me entertained." Brett needed people to keep him from getting bored. A lot of times, even boring people entertained him, but that was mostly because he enjoyed messing with them. The question of what to do presently arose, and he had no idea at all. Brett was never up around this time of day, so he didn't know if there were actually things to do or not. Improvisation was his strong suit, though. "Well, it's morning, so I mean we could go get breakfast. Or we could try to see what kind of trouble we can get in at the Academy or the Hollow," he offered.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Feb 24, 2012 23:07:50 GMT -5
Lark eyed him for a moment, trying to read him as best she could. She was an observant person by nature, but tended to ignore (or rather, be voluntarily ignorant of) flirtatious gestures. Sure, she found guys attractive--like she did not think Brett was bad looking in the least--but was not out looking for their affections or any sort of relationship. If it happened, it happened, but it was more or less something that would hit her in the face rather than something she went searching for. It would more than likely freak her out when it did happen, but she had not reached that point yet. She raised her eyebrows and passed him a smirk, assuming that maybe he took it in a different way than she meant it. I really do need to think before I say shit. Lark shrugged, still watching him. "For now." Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. It would be a distraction from the mess she was dealing with, right? Lark shook her head mentally; she would at least need to get some alcohol in her first. Being the tom boy she was, flirting around with guys irked her, especially friends. "You never know though." She wasn't going to make any promises, but at the same time there was no sense in flat-out saying 'no'.
"Maybe it is just me, but that's cool. I don't like being like everyone else." She replied with a faint shrug. The loyalty she felt towards her friends was incredibly strong despite her doubts, and even though she did not approve of some of their antics there was no way Lark had any place to attempt to change them. So, instead she took their better half with their worse half. The soft glow of the cigarette drew her attention back towards Brett, though her expression was unreadable. Lark was normally insolent and proud of herself, knowing what she was capable of and that she could deal with everything on her own, but recently that was rather frail. "Ah, most likely. I can roast marshmallows too. I make one mean s'more. And I definitely wouldn't mind playing the guitar for ya." She joked. Lark did not want to express the insecurity, so replaced it with humor instead. If it had been Josh she might have been more inclined to discuss the issue but their years knowing one another aided the inclination.
Even though Lark had Josh and Sam (less recently because of her withdrawal), it was nice to know that she had one more person to add to the list of those who seemed to consider her a friend. However her friendship with Brett was still rather new, so even if she did call him it would be with great hesitation. Even so she smiled at him and adjusted her hair which had conveniently stuck itself inside of her hoodie. "Then I guess I'll call you at all hours of the night, just for shits and giggles." lark replied, chuckling. It was her way of saying 'thank you', though it was a strange way to do so. She hated expressing appreciation, and was striving to ensure she did not say thanks too often. "I can try and juggle, or stand upside down and try to drink water while singing the theme song to Titanic...which is such a god awful movie. But I'm sure I'll be able to entertain you somehow. Just...entertain me in return." Distractions were what Lark needed right now, so she was willing to take on anything. She blinked a few times as the sun's rays washed over the grounds; Lark knew then she was definitely a night owl.
"Alright, breakfast it is. I'm fuckin' starving." With that, Lark nudged him on the shoulder playfully and stood up to stretch. She was sure they could get into some trouble no matter where they went; all she needed was someone to cause trouble with, and Brett seemed interested in taking on the position. "Then tonight I'll probably figure out which drink gets me drunk the quickest." Lark never drank enough to get wasted, but it was something that she felt would help drown out everything else in her life. She was tough enough to handle herself if anything happened, right? That, and she had a feeling her truer fiery personality traits would shine through. It would feel good to be herself again, even if only for a night. Who cares if I don't remember it the next day? So long as I felt it at the time.
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Post by brett on Feb 29, 2012 20:08:01 GMT -5
Brett hated when people tried to read him. Not that he ever truly noticed. Unless, that is, people were extremely obvious about it. It was just that Brett hated when people knew what he was thinking, or what he was feeling. Sure, he had trouble conveying his thoughts and emotions to anyone too, but it was probably just as well. It may as well have been a defense mechanism. He liked the way his mind worked to be private. He liked to try to remain an island, and when other people tried to figure out what he was thinking without even asking. It was probably more polite, but it irked him even more, because no one ever had the courtesy to ask. It wasn't like he'd fly off the handle if he caught someone trying to gauge his emotions, but it would certainly make him like them less. Brett liked everything at face value. He was a static person, no pun intended, and he liked to pretend that everyone else had the same ridiculously short emotional range and often primitive thought process that he possessed. "Sounds good to me," Brett responded nonchalantly. The present was the only time that mattered to him, and "for now" was as good as saying no. He was impossible to be left on a hook that way, though he was still surprisingly easy to manipulate.
Brett was so fickle. He didn't ever deal with people on their bad days, and if he did it was to take advantage of them. He wasn't necessarily proud of the fact that he pretty much used everyone he came in contact with, but he wasn't ashamed either. Brett really had just accepted who he was, and while he was a very insecure person, he was okay with never changing. Changing was too much work. So he was very much okay with the fact that he never stayed around for the bad in people. "Only having the good in people is too mainstream for you?" Brett joked. It wasn't common for people to want to see people on their bad days. Even if they were good at being the shoulder to cry on. "I'll keep you in mind if I ever need to go camping in that case." It was nice that Lark had thought about the random perks of her ability, and could openly joke about them. Some people took their abilities too seriously, and Brett found that silly. He barely even used his, other than in school and the occasional fight.
Honestly, while food really did appeal to Brett, he wasn't sure that breakfast would be appealing to him presently. He'd been up for too long for morning food to work for him. He wanted some liquor and dinner food, in all honesty, but doubted that he could find that at any time soon. It really didn't matter, all he really needed was company. Brett's interest was piqued when Lark explained that she wanted to get drunk as fast as possible. He could relate. Drunk Brett was the best Brett, after all. "If you really want to get fucked up, you should probably smoke something." Brett didn't want to pressure the girl, but that was his way of helping - to get people high, so that everything in their life was more wonderful.
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Notes:: This post is awful. Sorry >.<
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