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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 21, 2012 23:50:54 GMT -5
 Altair decided that she hated holding cells. There was nothing to do, it smelled bad, and the people were annoying. She’d spent a nights in the drunk tank before, and that had been just as horrendous. But at least she didn’t have to deal with an annoying guy trying to vouch his innocence and a hooker crying next to her. “I didn’t do anything,” the scruffy man told her, looking half-insane. She gave him a glare, blue eyes firm, but he seemed to be unaffected. ”They’re idiots, is what they are.” Altair tried to once again shrug off the prostitute leaning on her shoulder and sobbing into her hands. If anyone thought all whores knew each other, they would be sorely disappointed to find out that was not the truth. The brunette continued to sob hysterically and whine about spending the night. ”Shhh!” she said suddenly to the man. He stopped looked around as if he expected something to pop out. ”Here that? Those are all the fucks I’m giving.” She snapped the last part and leaned back against the wall.
She really did not understand how the ‘regulars’ could stand it. The people who ended up in there every other night. A lot of them prostitutes, since they hung around the area. Luckily, the one using her as a tissue got called out and the annoying man went to another corner of the tiny space. She sighed. Altair really did not expect the night to end like this, but who did? Of course, parties got busted, but she just wished it wasn’t the one she was at with Brett. Drugs weren’t usually her style, but when it came down to it, what the hell? Her judgment often went to shit when she was having fun, and this wasn’t different from any other time. She had promised herself, Rowena, that she’d straighten herself out, but that was easier said than done. She wasn’t a perfect person, as much as she liked to believe herself to be. Addiction stayed with a person. It was as if she was trying to find a replacement for the Vicodin she’d been abusing.
Altair turned her head to Brett, the only person that she could even stand in this place. And well, he was the one who got busted with her. ”When do you think they’ll let us out?” she said, her voicen ot begging or worried. Just flat. She had enough of it in here, and anywhere else would be better at this point. The sad thing was, they hadn’t even been in there that long. It felt like hours ago that they had been booked, but it could only have been a little over fifteen minutes. Time passed so fucking slowly, even when she was as messed up as she was. Still, she felt like she was getting painfully sober by the minute. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling and she felt like she’d be much better banging her head off a rusty nail. She wasn’t about to start ranting and becoming like the one guy bitching about the fact that they ‘had the wrong guy’ though. She wasn’t about to be one of the annoying ones in here. She’d much rather just stew silently and try to keep up conversation with Brett.
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Post by brett on Jan 22, 2012 11:10:30 GMT -5
Interestingly, Brett had never been arrested in Canada before. He'd gotten a misdemeanor once or twice, but these were serious charges, at least he thought they were. Honestly, Brett had no idea what the Canadian legal system was like, or what their drug laws entailed. He didn't really care, either. As long as he wasn't actually imprisoned, everything would be fine. Being perpetually in denial, as he surely was, Brett believed that there was no possible way for him to actually be incarcerated. It was interesting that Altair and Brett were the only ones keeping calm in this cell, when they were the youngest here. Hell, they were pretty much kids, well, maybe not. Brett turned eighteen the month before, and he wasn't entirely sure how old Altair was. These legal factors were all too much for him to comprehend right now though. His mind could barely process any information at all.
Brett was too merked to think straight. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face and palms were sweating more than he'd liked to have admitted. Brett could really use a cigarette right now to make the high a little lighter and easier to take, but they took his pack on the way in. That and a bottle of pills that he'd been keeping with him. Brett has positioned himself slumped against a wall with his hair in his face and his arms around his legs. When Altair spoke to him, he was actually a little surprised. He didn't think that Altair really liked him before, and now he kind of got her arrested. He was surprised that she wasn't trying to kill him at the moment. It was funny that she used to be the bad influence on him, and now he seemed to turn the tables on that one. He remembered hearing Altair was trying to quit drugs, and he got her pulled back in to that one. It wasn't like he cared though. Misery loved company, and Brett loved spending time with Altair.
"I dunno," Brett replied, not bothering to look up or move his hair out of his face. "Do we need to call someone or post bail or something, or do we just like wait?" Brett had no idea who he'd even call. Hell, in other situations like this, he'd probably end up calling Altair. It wasn't like they were that close, but she had money, and she may or may not actually care about him enough to spend it. That would have been interesting to see play out, but hopefully this would be Brett's only run in with the law, as unlikely as that may have been."Sorry if this is ruining your night," he stated somewhat guiltily. He wasn't sorry that she got arrested, or that she may face criminal charges, but the fact that her night may have been ruined riddled him with guilt. Tonight definitely wasn't going the way he'd hoped it would, but it wasn't like it was over yet. Still, in the state that Brett was in at the moment, he couldn't have much fun anyway. He was usually passed out by this point. That or he'd be scoring, and he didn't think he'd get anywhere in a cell. At least, not anywhere he'd like to be.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 22, 2012 17:02:55 GMT -5
Altair felt way burnt out, and in a jail cell, it wasn’t pleasant at all. She needed a shower, and needed to get away from these dumbasses. Everything was bordering on surreal, and it was getting uncomfortable. She didn’t now whether she wanted to scream or curl up into a ball. She’d opt for trying to keep as still as possible, because she felt a migraine coming on. Or maybe it was the surreality. Or maybe the other obnoxious people in here. She hated people who talked too much. Brett was the most tolerable one of all them, of course, and he was probably feeling the same way as she was at this point. They were united by their fuck up. Altair still didn’t mind him—which is why she even chose to hang out with him in the first place. If she didn’t like someone, she made that very well known. She ahd to say, they probably looked like a tag-team hot mess, him with his hair obscuring his face, her with an expression that might be able to burn through a wall. Then I’d be able to break out. It was a nice thought to entertain.
Altair sighed, trying to organize thoughts in her head. ”Usually once they get their shit organize, they let you call someone to post bail,” she told him, speaking from experience in the drunk tank. ”Usually a family member. I can call my sister.” She hoped the girl wasn’t busy or anything. She was the only one Altair would feel really bad about pulling her away from something. Ro had to deal with a lot when it came to her sister, the Fire girl knew that well. And Altair tried her best to make up for it by being the provider, the breadwinner. However, she was exceptionally good at fucking up. ”Do you have anyone you could call?” she asked Brett. And if he did, she wondered if they would be kind enough to post bail for her as well if Rowena couldn’t come through. Otherwise she’d be stuck in the holding cell for a few nights possibility. That sounded less-than-fun. She knew very little about Brett, absolutely nothing about his family. If he had a family.
She snorted. Yeah, it kinda is. Getting arrested was never fun. She wondered if any of the police recognized her by now. It would suck if she one day became one of the regulars who sat in a cell and gave kids like she and Brett advice. ”Can’t say it’s the worst night I’ve ever had.” It wasn’t a complete lie. ”The drunk tank sucks worse. Smells bad.” She had experienced worse, but she was pretty sure this was mounting the list. She didn’t like being in small spaces, especially when she was feeling the way she was. Coming down from a high was never fun. She felt antsy. ”Besides, I ruined it myself.” She couldn’t blame Brett completely, after all. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a mind of her own, she made her own decisions. Besides, she didn’t like to think she could be so easily swayed by others. ”Don’t know if it was worth it yet.” She’d figure that out when she straightened out. Altair tilted her head back over to him. ”Are you a minor or what?”
[PFF you know you're awesome. <33]
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Post by brett on Jan 22, 2012 18:36:30 GMT -5
Brett didn't know what his family would do if he called them. They could probably wire the money up to him from back in the states, but that meant that he wouldn't be able to get out of here until the next morning anyway, so it didn't really make sense to call them now. He wasn't even sure if they'd post bail for him. They loved him and all, it was just that they occasionally did things to teach him a lesson, and that might've meant letting him remain here for as long as the legal system would allow. Tough love was lost on Brett, who took a long time to learn a lesson. He didn't really want to call them anyway. It meant that he still depended on them, and Brett didn't need anyone. He could survive on his own. He had to prove that somehow.
Brett looked down at his shoes when Altair started talking about the bailing process. He didn't want to have to stay here, but he didn't want to depend on the girl's sister, who he didn't really know all too well. God, this night was an ordeal. "I don't," Brett stated coolly. He wasn't going to let it be known that he was embarrassed that no one would save him, and he sure as hell didn't want Altair to think that he was trying to use her as a ticket out of here, even if he really did. He needed to keep his dignity as much as possible in this situation. He was pretty sure that his current state was the worst that Altair had seen him, and he wanted to keep from fucking up any more. He had a growing reputation as a train wreck, but that didn't mean that he couldn't try to keep himself composed, at least for the time being.
"Glad it's not the worst," he said with a small laugh, looking up to her with a grin, though with hair still covering his eyes. His mind was still distorting his perception of things, but he was feeling a little better. His head didn't seem to be attacking him anymore, at least. This way he was just in a more tranquil, and more sluggish place. "I can imagine." The drunk tank always sounded like a party that only ugly and pathetic people were invited to. With some obvious exceptions, of course. Those privileged enough to look more attractive than everyone else were subject to sexual advances from the ugly. Or at least, that was how he imagined it. Brett was glad to hear that Altair didn't blame him for their predicament. Brett flipped his hair out of his eyes. "Anything I can do to make it more worth while?" he asked with a smirk. This was his default reaction to comments like that, and it didn't matter that he was in a police station, his flirtatious nature wasn't easy to just turn off. "Turned eighteen last month. How 'bout you?" That meant that consequences existed for him now. That was scary as fuck. Maybe it was time for him to grow up, but that could wait until later.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 25, 2012 15:44:52 GMT -5
She sighed. Well, that sucked for him. ”Maybe Ro can get the money. Dunno.” It was rare that she gave anyone nicknames that were affectionate as she did with her sister, but even rarer was having money to spend on other people. If it would be stretching them too thin, Altair wouldn’t allow it. She put family first, and as much as she liked Brett, she couldn’t be thinking in the same way she used to. Her shopping had gotten somewhat under control, and she was really just taken babyteps to something better than the life she was leading before. This was a stumble. Or who knew. Maybe she was just meant for this sort of life. Maybe she’d end up a washed-up, pasty hooker who smoked blunts more than she ate. I’m fucking better than any of that. Since they were both pretty much fucked in this situation, she let out her usual bark of laughter that didn’t even sound like she was amused when he laughed.
She lifted her eyebrow at him, the rest of her features remaining the same, unreadable expression. It wasn’t angry, but it certainly wasn’t brimming with happiness either. However, it was very clear that Brett amused her. Her movement was lethargic as she leaned forward and gently tugged on a strand of his hair. ”I am feeling kinky,” she drawled with a smirk. She pulled her hand away with a mournful look. ”How much more trouble do you think we’d get into if I fucked you in here?” Gallows humor, maybe. She could see how shit a situation they were in. Why not laugh about it? Or fuck? It was those kinds of stupid decisions that landed her there in the first place. She hadn’t abandoned her reckless behavior, even as she was trying to better herself. She had a possible contract underway, but it was more fun to fuck it up. And in a way, she guessed it was fun, the thrill of getting busted, the adrenaline. Now she was just crashing.
Apparently he was an adult, and she did sympathize. Well, as much as she was capable of sympathizing. She tended to worry about her own skin in situations like this. But she wasn’t so much of a selfish prick to not care if someone she actually considered a friend ended up on trial and paying shit tons of fines. Did she consider him the conventional form of a friend? She really didn’t know. ”Eighteen in May,” she told him. Which was next month. Which was pretty fucked up. ”Hopefully they don’t think that’s close enough to consider me an adult.” She was an adult in many ways, but it was better if the law didn’t recognize as such. There would be a lot less complications if she could get off on a misdimeanor and community service or something minor like that. ”Should I ask one the guard if I can make the call?” she wondered, turning to blink at the half-asleep man in uniform.
[clearly, i'm not as awesome, because i make you wait. x.x]
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Post by brett on Jan 28, 2012 22:26:34 GMT -5
The more Brett thought about it, the more he began to realize that being bailed out of jail by someone he barely knew would be terrible for him. Depending on people he was close to was hard enough, but people who didn't know him? That was unimaginable. The level of shame involved was insurmountable. To Brett, shame was hard to achieve. He'd torn his pride apart with all of his insecurities, and all of his shenanigans. But depending on others was one of the few that bothered him. The only thing worse than that would be allowing himself to be locked in a cell when there was an opportunity for him to get out earlier. "Thanks. But I don't want you two to have to pay for my mistakes," he said flatly. He'd impressed himself with that one. He almost sounded noble. Then he let the truth shine through: "if she did bail me out, I'd be sure to pay you guys back." he stated softly, trying to mask a defeated tone in his voice. It was true though, he'd do his best to pay them back, but that wasn't saying much. The little money that he received from his parents, or the occasional deal of his less favorable drugs, was spent on food or more drugs. He'd try to help her out though, somehow.
Brett glanced up to see the girl's nearly unchanged face. It was amazing how cold she always seemed to be. Brett was almost the living personification of apathy, and he was still more animated than her face tended to let on. Still, it surprisingly didn't bother him that she never really reacted the way most people would to his comments. It was more exciting that way. He felt part of his hair being pulled, and he let his eyes meet Altair's as she let go. Her question was actually intriguing. Would they get in much trouble? Did it matter? Would it add to their sentence? Would they be attacked? Brett's guess was that it would probably hurt their sentencing, but at the same time, it didn't make all too much of a difference to him. The damage was already done. The way Brett saw it, if you were going to be incarcerated, you may as well have some fun with it. If you were getting sentenced, make it worth it. "One way to find out," Brett said coolly. He would actually love to fuck Altair in here. Or anywhere, for that matter. This time would be just to get his mind off of everything else.
So Altair wasn't in the same boat Brett would be. That was fine. He didn't need company in his misery. He just wished that he wasn't an adult yet. He grew up with the mentality that he'd never get old. Knowing that he could legally be tried and sentenced meant that he was wrong. It meant that he had to figure out how to live without getting in trouble. That wouldn't be living, that'd be muddling through whatever existence he still had. "Well happy early birthday, then. We should celebrate next month." Brett was sincere with that one. He actually didn't need a reason to celebrate anything. He partied all the time. Still, excuses made everything better. "Totally your call. Doesn't mean I'll really get out any faster," he joked. There was no guarantee that he'd get out if Altair's sister came to their rescue. Not to mention, while this place was pretty bad, the only place he'd go from here was back to his dorm. That was no fun either. So he was in no rush.
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Notes:: Well I made you wait too. So we can both be not as awesome.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Feb 4, 2012 0:07:17 GMT -5
Altair snorted when he said that he didn’t want her and her sister to pay for his mistakes, her shoulders hitching as she made the sound, arms crossed over her chest as she stared ahead of her. ”Whatever floats your boat,” she said, since she certainly wasn’t going to make him take their money. After all, they weren’t well off at all, and Altair hated how she had a lot to do with that. It wasn’t like she had thrifty spending habits, but she was making it better. Or at least trying. This evening wasn’t a very good testament to that, but trying to get a better job and get back into what she loved doing was evidence to the fact that she was at least trying. She had determination, and she wasn’t going to live the rest of her life to turn out to be a washed-up whore like the woman who’d been crying on her shoulder. Brett amended his words, and she shrugged. ”We still have to see if she’d care of if she’d just leave me to spend the night to teach me a lesson or somethin’.” It really depended on Ro’s mood, and the Fire girl wouldn’t hold it against her if she chose to let her sister stay the night.
Altair really should have cared a bit more about how this could fuck up her sister’s night, but she wasn’t in the business of letting things like that get to her. If she did, she’d have a lot more regrets than she could manage. And she liked to live without such. She really couldn’t think of anything she’d take back, simply because she could accept certain things as a part of her life and move on from that. She wouldn’t regret this night either, even if it turned out for the worse. Especially if she could get away with tapping that ass, even though she highly doubted that they wouldn’t get in trouble. But hey, it was a holding cell, not like they could get into any worse. ”Oh really…” She tilted his chin and kissed him, moving her lips along his jaw until she playfully bit his ear, fingers resting against his neck. ”I don’t know,” she whispered into his ear. ”You may just have to prove your worth if I’m going to get into more trouble.” She pulled away and lifted her eyebrows. They might as well have fun while they were stuck, and why not fool around a bit? And Brett was certainly fun, which is why she even bothered.
She was perfectly fine with the discussion of her birthday until she realized something that cause her—for once—to fall silent. It would be her and Rowena’s first birthday without Syria. There was something particularly devastating about that, and it felt so wrong to celebrate the day without the third girl to their triad. It wasn’t right, didn’t feel right. ”Yeah, sure,” she eventually murmured, not looking at Brett. She was always a strong person, so these things didn’t come to the surface, even with her silence. No, she kept the grief and the anger locked up as she always did. Maybe when the time comes, celebrating with Brett would make it easier, because she knew what celebrating would involve with them. After all, wasn’t this the result? She ruffled the back of her hair, half-tempted to take the bobby pins holding it up out, since they were giving her a fierce headache. ”Right about that,” she said dryly, looking around. ”Still up for getting into a little more trouble.” They really were a dangerous combination of flirtatious and self-destructive.
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Post by brett on Feb 6, 2012 21:38:21 GMT -5
Honestly, Brett wouldn't have minded spending a night in a cell. That wasn't really a problem for him. It was the thought of spending more than that that scared him. Brett could sleep anywhere for a night, but staying here with criminals wasn't anything that he'd like to do for too long. Sure, this wasn't Shawshank or anything, but he was still a very pretty boy. Among people who very well may have been rapists was probably not the best idea. He was a good enough fighter, but that would get him in more shit than he needed. Of course, that was probably all in his head, and the drugs weren't helping, but it was still a fear that he was sure a lot of guys shared about getting arrested. As if incarceration wasn't bad enough. If Altair couldn't get him out, Brett had no idea what he'd do, but it'd be hell. She was his only chance, and he was counting on her. "Fair enough," Brett replied, trying to keep his usual state of nonchalance. He had to say, it was pretty damned hard in a place like this.
Brett was surprised to feel the fire girl's fingers against his chin, and her lips against his own. Fire kids were the best fucks, from his experience, and Altair was a professional. Brett couldn't believe that it could actually be a turn off for guys if they found out that a girl was working the world's oldest profession, but it appealed to him quite a bit. Especially if he got to fuck her for free. It fueled his ego, and it meant that there was no intimacy in their relations. Brett couldn't deal with intimacy, because with it always came monogamy, and he couldn't handle commitment. That was why every time he got with Altair was perfect for him. Her lips were trailing against his jaw, and up his ear, and then they stopped. He bit his lip lightly in thought as Altair asked him to prove his worth. The trouble was that he wasn't sure whether or not she was trying to tease him. She could have been serious, and she could have wanted him to pull off his best moves. Either way, he was definitely invested in this. Brett guided Altair against a wall and kissed her with vigor. As he pulled away, he whispered: "What exactly did you have in mind?"
Brett didn't even know that Altair had two sisters, let alone know that one was dead. If he did, it wouldn't have changed anything. He wasn't ever sympathetic. At least, not usually. Not when it mattered. Not when it could help him keep friends. It was a shame. He lacked emotional maturity, and it made everything far too difficult. It was the same reason that he didn't have the ability to make a relationship work, and the reason that he couldn't even keep his family close. He didn't even go home for holidays, and it wasn't like there were any real issues there. He just wasn't attached to anyone. "Sounds like a plan. We'll try not to get arrested next time," he joked. In all seriousness, Brett never wanted to be back here again. He never wanted to be confined ever again. Next came the question of whether he wanted to get into trouble, which anyone who knew Brett could have answered easily. "When am I ever not?" he replied with a devil may care smile, almost forgetting where he was for a moment.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Feb 18, 2012 19:00:17 GMT -5
Altair lived off of no-strings-attached fun. The only commitment she had to anyone was her sister, and that was it. Not even the friends she made could fully depend on her because she just wasn't a dependable person most of the time. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and that was what attracted her to Brett. He was just the same, and they both knew without words what the other wanted. She relished in the feeling of being trapped between him and the wall, and returned his kiss fervently, linking her fingers in his belt loops to pull him closer. "No imagination, huh?" she asked with a small grin on her face.
But after discussing a little party--and how much would she really be celebrating without the girl who mattered to both her and Ro?--she straddled his hips, running her fingers down his chest. "You learn some things over the years," she informed him nonchalantly. "Like how to fuck rather...inconspicuously." she was fully prepared to get into more trouble for this, because really, weren't they already in deep shit? She didn't see how a little more would matter.
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...Until she had to call her sister. It was like an old house phone, the one the police station had. 'Hey Ro," she said innocently as possible into the receiver. "Never gonna guess where I am. And it's not backstage at a concert, but wouldn't that be bloody awesome?" She scratched the back of her head. "I'm in jail! With that Thunder kid Brett, you know him? Anyway, I need you to kind of bail me out. And Brett too if you can. You know I love you sooo much, sis." Of course Altair wasn't naturally that affectionate, but this was her sister who probably would hate her and maybe a little joking would make it better? Hopefully.
Back in the cell, she sat back down next to Brett and slid down a bit, deflating. "Called Ro, now we just have to wait," she said. Looking around, she half-muttered, "Think they'd have some Highlights or some shit." Of course, this wasn't the same as a doctor's office but she really needed something else to entertain herself. Counting the bars of the cell's door wasn't working anymore.
[had to fade to black, because of these two dumbasses. xDD]
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Post by brett on Mar 5, 2012 22:10:27 GMT -5
Secretly, Brett hoped that they'd get caught. He didn't want to get in any more trouble, and he didn't want to lose the chance to fuck the girl, but it was certainly worth bragging rights to say that he fucked a prostitute for free in prison. Not even just any prostitute, Altair. There was a point where he'd kill for the chance to just hang out with her, and now he was getting the opportunity after his pathetic schoolgirl crush had subsided. That was probably for the best, because Brett didn't know if he could deal with fucking someone that he had feelings for. It would probably make him into a fully functioning person with real emotions and everything. And that sounded horrible. That meant getting hurt. He liked the way he was just fine, thank you very much. He wanted to continue along with his short emotion span, and he wanted to continue just using his looks and personality to get everything and everyone he felt that he needed at the time. Brett had the uncanny ability to act as a magnet for the things that he wanted around him. It wasn't that he actively sought anything out, it was that it tended to be drawn to him. If he was bored in the middle of nowhere, someone else would appear. If he was horny, someone would fuck him. If he needed a smoke, someone would offer him one. Then again, it didn't always work out exactly how he wanted, and he was seldom satisfied. This was really the perfect example - he probably would have wanted a relationship with Altair in the past, but would have settled for hooking up with her if it was the best he could do. Now he cared a lot less, but was getting what he wanted in the past. It was silly to even think about.
Brett rolled his eyes when Altair commented that he wasn't creative. While it may not have been meant as one, he certainly took it as a personal challenge. "I'm sorry, should I be trying to make you scream?" he asked with a smirk. No matter how much Brett loved hearing screams of ecstasy, it wasn't the time or place for that, and it was about all he was good at when it came to situations like that. Maybe he was over thinking all of this. He brought his lips against Altair's neck, nibbling softly at her skin and working his way toward her collarbone. It was a personal quest for him to try and prove his creativity.
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Brett had never fucked anyone without smoking afterward. It was weird. He felt like he needed that warmth in his lungs. He needed the cigarette resting gently between his index and middle fingers, and he needed the feeling of the soft white paper against his lips. All the familiar feelings were so faint and far off, haunting him. It was all so alien. And now he was alone here in the holding cell, aside from all the other criminals, that is. Altair was out making her call, and he just hoped that her sister would accommodate his need to get out. He'd have to find a way to pay the two back somehow, but that was something for another time. In the median, he was just worried about not staying here longer than he had to. He hated not being able to leave a place. He wanted freedom. Even if he planned to stay in the same place for quite some time, he liked to know that he had the choice to leave.
When Altair came back, she seemed somewhat on edge, which terrified him. Was he stuck here? Was she stuck here? Her words were reassuring, and said that they just had to wait. Brett was busy staring at his right hand while the fire girl was talking, as if trying to will a cigarette into his hand. Once he decided that it wouldn't work, he turned his attention back to her. "You're really that bored when you have me sitting right here? I'm kind of insulted," Brett teased. He thought that he was a pretty entertaining person, and would have been happy to keep the girl occupied to the best of his ability if given the opportunity.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Mar 17, 2012 7:41:18 GMT -5
[Totally forgot I had to post, sorry! xD]
Rowena barely considered the idea of resisting before she held the lighter up to the tip of the smoke, lighting it and taking a long drag. Of all her habits, this one was proving the hardest to kick. Drugs were relatively hard to get her hands on and so she could usually talk herself down. Smokes were a matter of bumming a few off her friends or asking them to nip into the shop and buy a couple. There wasn't any risk of getting arrested that way. She lounged around on the couch, ignoring the homework that sat on the table and instead doodling insignificant things on the back of her hand with a red pen. She wasn't lazy when it came to things she actually cared about but as these things were few and far between, finding the Thunder Bennett sitting around idly was all too common. She wished that she hadn't left her sketchbook back in the dormitories—at least then she'd have something more concrete to dry on. Sighing, she went to the bathroom and, after struggling to get the taps to run the correct temperature of water, rubbed the pen marks from her arm. "Fuckin' hell," she muttered as she shut off the water. The cold was too cold and the warm wasn't hot enough unless she turned it up the entire way.
As she was glaring down the sink and wishing that their landlord wasn't an absolute wanker, her phone rang from the living room and diverted her attention. Rowena would have ignored it if she didn't pick it up to see her sister's name and number flashing across the screen, at which point she decided it wouldn't be the best idea. Altair's tone made her raise an eyebrow, though of course her sister could not see her. "Hey Al," she returned, and her suspicions grew as Altair continued. "S'pose it would, but if you're not, where are you?" The answer made her sigh dramatically in exasperation, sitting down on the couch and resting her forehead in the palm of her free hand. "Course you are," she said, "why'd I even ask?" She was only mildly surprised to hear that Brett was with her. She knew the Thunder elemental, though she was willing to bet Altair knew him better.
"You'd better," she replied, trying to sound irritated. It didn't work too well, because Altair surely knew that Rowena wasn't going to leave her sister in jail for any longer than she had to. She almost considered leaving Brett in there to spite them both for causing her all this trouble but decided against it and crossed her arms when they were finally let out, flipping her blonde hair behind her shoulder and lifting a carefully maintained brow at Altair. "You owe me, you know that?" she said sweetly, then smirked at her sister. Shaking her head, she said, "What the fuck did you do, get smashed and hold up a damn bank?" The bit about the bank was sarcastic but the question itself was serious.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 17, 2012 22:37:46 GMT -5
The Fire girl hoped Rowena's words boded well. She didn't think her sister would be cruel enough not to call. Because she knew that Altair didn't have anyone else. She didn't have a boyfriend and there wasn't any family. She would be stuck. Altair snorted at Brett's words, wrapped a strand of her hair around her finger. She was stuck in a tiny, little cell. It was a little more entertaining than a lobotomy by her standards. Brett did make it more interesting, though she wouldn't admit that. It was like a weakness, now wasn't it. "Down, boy, we've already had our fun." In a bout of teasing, she said, "And I have a headache." She heard that sex was actually a good cure for headaches, not that she really put much thought toward it or anything. But she'd trust the internet and its word. She had a quite powerful libido, outlasting most things. Altair didn't do anything halfway, besides.
The Fire girl lifted her head when the cell was opened, and almost gave a shout of triumph when the officer said that they could go. As it were, she stood smoothly and with as much dignity as one could muster when walking out of a jail cell. Outside, she saw the face she expected, and went to hug her sister, rocking her emphatically from side to side and grinning wolfishly. "Of course I do, Ro," she cooed pulling away. "Anything you want, baby, just tel me." She made quite the act of being a black and white era actress, breathy voice and hand wave. She really would make up for it, and Rowena was the only person she'd consider doing that for. Especially since she did feel indebted, and she rarely ever felt that way.
The next question actually made her hesitate for a moment, remembering flushing her pills down the toilet, vowing never to touch anything like that again. And here she was, with a guy she recognized as the crowd that their parents warned them against, the crowd she had also become, with possession on her head. "Drug possession is a bitch. Ask him." She nodded her head toward Brett. In a way, she was pointing the finger at him because she didn't want to sacrifice her pride. She never admitted to being a good person. Altair focused her gaze on him. "Are you gonna go home or you need a ride?" At least she wasn't too much of a bitch.
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Post by brett on Mar 25, 2012 13:32:52 GMT -5
Brett rolled his eyes as the fire student declared that they'd had their fun. He would have asked if fucking was all that he was good for, but he realized that the answer would probably be a yes. He wasn't a very dynamic individual. There weren't layers in his personality. He was just a wild child who enjoyed parties, anarchy, and sex. And that meant that those three were all that he was really good for. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing though. Everyone was good at something, and his were fun, that was something that most people didn't get to have going for them. For instance, Brett could have been skilled in basket weaving, or been an exceptional furniture assembler. Those skills didn't get you laid though. At least, not by the people you'd want to fuck. His, however, provided a sense of danger and recklessness that people seemed to adore. That's all he needed. The affection of strangers was all that Brett wanted in his life. That, and a few acquaintances and close friends, but they were few and far between. He had to wonder what Altair was, but it wasn't really a concern of his right now. Those were things to ponder while stoned.
Brett followed Altair out of the cell, but made sure to keep a slight distance behind her. He felt diminished right now. He was asking for help from someone he didn't know well, and it was weird. He felt weak. All help made him feel this way, but this was exceptionally upsetting, because Rowena wasn't his friend. He'd seen her on occasion, just because they were in the same element, but that meant little to nothing. Hell, Brett hated a lot of thunders, so alliance wasn't too big for him, and he was pretty sure that most thunders felt the same way about him. When push came to shove, they'd be there for each other, but this wasn't one of those circumstances. He shot her an almost submissive smile when Altair was done hugging her - showing more affection than he'd ever see her show anyone. "I guess I owe you too, don't I?" he asked rhetorically. He knew he'd have to pay them back somehow, he'd just have to figure that one out. Hopefully the charges would be dropped somehow, so he wouldn't have to pay for lawyers and such. Otherwise, he'd be in more debt than he could handle.
As Altair pushed the blame onto him, Brett took the cue rather well. "Yeah, I really didn't mean to get Altair into any trouble. I'm sorry," he stated apologetically. This was the phrase that he was used to reciting toward parents. 'Sorry your (son and/or daughter) has slipped up because of my bad influence. I take full responsibility, and I will step out of their lives now.' It was something that he used a lot when he used to date, before he realized that he could just have one night stands all the time. He figured that it'd be better for Rowena to hate him than for her to be mad at her sister. Was he getting a conscience? He hoped not, those things were nothing but trouble. As Altair asked him if he wanted a ride somewhere, Brett had to think for a minute. It had to be late now, or early in the morning. There was no way he was going back to the academy at this point, because he wouldn't be left alone for long enough to sleep. Not to mention he was still kind of merked. "If you wanna drop me at a bar, I'll love you forever," he stated with a smirk. At least alcohol would help him calm down, and they hadn't taken his fake id away from him for whatever reason, so he was golden. Tagged:: The Bennett Sisters
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Notes:: Sorry for the delay >.<
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Mar 26, 2012 0:14:55 GMT -5
Altair was perhaps the only person that Rowena cared deeply about. She had a few friends here and there but apart from them, it was all about herself. Her friendships were brittle and could easily end thanks to her habit of putting herself first. When her sister hugged her, therefore, she couldn't help the slightest hint of a smile. She swatted Altair lightly on the arm, not nearly enough to be painful. Rowena wasn't the aggressive type unless someone offended her and apart from making her break the bank on bail, she was cool with her older-by-minutes sister. She trusted Altair to make up for the money and so she didn't push the issue further. As soon as she got outside she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one, ignoring the fact that they were right outside of a police station. No one noticed, anyway, at least not anyone that could do anything about it. "These fuckin' lighters," she complained as hers sputtered and died a few times before actually doing its job. "You're lucky you don't have to put up with this shit, Al, really." She had her Fire powers to save her.
Speaking of powers, she recognised Brett as a fellow Thunder. She felt a pull of loyalty due to the alliances but it was not so strong that she wouldn't hate him if he did something to really fuck her sister over. "At least we're clear on that." The sisters weren't exactly rolling in cash and so she wasn't going to give Brett a freebie. She had nothing against him but she was out for herself, here. Her and Altair. She blinked at her sister when drug possession was mentioned, flicked her glaring gaze to Brett for a moment, then looked between them as if that would solve the problem. "I'd ask what kind of drugs they were but at this point I'm not sure I want to know." Rowena had stayed clean enough since she'd quite, aside from the fact that she still drank and smoked like her life depended on it. She felt like she needed those vices to cope with losing her other one. Her therapist kept urging her to try the patch or AA meetings but Rowena found them all useless.
... Alright, so she hadn't tried a meeting, but the smoking patches had been bullshit. It took willpower along with medication to battle an addiction and she didn't have the drive to quit. She wasn't sure if Brett really was sorry but she shook it off. "You get busted for drugs so you go out drinking?" She considered this for a moment, then actually laughed. Wow. It sounded like something that she would do. She almost considered asking to join him before she decided that it was probably for the best to stay away for now. She was in a bit of a mood and it was these times she was most vulnerable to the pull of addictions.
[Wow shit post I'm sorry xD]
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 26, 2012 17:00:38 GMT -5
It could almost be a scene out of a sitcom, she thought. A very fucked up sitcom, but a sitcom, nonetheless. She didn't think too long on it, really. She smirked when Ro thwacked her arm. "I'd help you out, but I don't see a future for me in the government guinea pig industry," she told Rowena when she made comment of the lighters. It made Altair rather proud to think of. Yes, she had power. It never got old, being an elemental.
Altair looked over to Brett, and shrugged. Her sister was definitely not the most friendly sort, and that was especially expected because she had to be dragged down to the police station by her delinquent sister. Fuck, they were both delinquents. All three of them together. Should have a party or something. Even though she didn't want it to be, her first thought upon Ro asking what kind of drugs they had 'possessed' was, Why, do you want to get some? She worried about her sister, and she knew it was hypocritical to do so. Not gonna happen again. "Ibuprofen. The laws are strict as fuck lately," she said dryly.
The Fire looked once again at Brett, a sort of mock-disbelieving look in her eyes. Rowena voiced her thoughts out loud, and she snorted. "Whatever, just do what the man says, I need to get out of here and take a shower." And sleep for a long ass time. Well, as long as her body would allow it. She usually couldn't sleep for over seven hours, as if she had some internal alarm clock just ticking away inside her.
[guess we can end this...?]
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