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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 12, 2012 16:06:38 GMT -5
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your expensive taste.
any time yeager could get out of the house was a good time. okay, usually he was all right at home. he could laze around, eat cereal, watch reality tv, and then he'd go out to a party or some soiree. this was usually when one or more resident in the yeager household was absent. today, none of them were absent. even his mother had come home, slipping him a flashlight that wasn't actually a flashlight and telling him not to tell his parents. "mom, you gotta stop," he said, his eyebrows furrowed together. she paused for a moment, before saying, "you called me mom!" he shook his head. she was an interesting person. he loved her, called her mom because he knew she liked that, but she was really strange. sometimes in the good way, sometimes in a not so good way.
she wasn't the reason he needed to escape, however. the reason he needed to escape was because of his grandmother and surprisingly not his sister this time. no, his grandmother decided it would be awesome to paint his room. why? he didn't really know, but she didn't open windows, and so he marched in, opened one of them, and stuck his head out. while breathing in fresh air, he heard the woman yell at him, "you're letting out all the fumes." he turned to her with a dubious look. "i hope you suffocate, old bat. especially if you get paint anywhere except my walls." she was over seventy, she had no business painting anyway! it was his idea of revenge, really, to filch something from her room and head out with it, telling his parents he'd be back later.
he texted gale to get him to hang out before heading down to the hiking trails. it wasn't long before his friend met up with him and he greeted the guy. "sup," he said. "glad you could accompany me on prison break, edition four-hundred twenty. in which nana grace is painting my room, and probably drawing dicks on my walls." that would be one explanation for what the woman was doing. and it may have sounded like a joke, but it really wasn't. "i got something of hers though." he took the bag out of his pocket and shook it. not something he did too often, but everyone had to indulge. and he certainly wasn't a pusher with it.
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Post by robbie on Aug 12, 2012 22:25:15 GMT -5
Gale was getting the feeling that he really wasn't that interesting of a person. He was sitting at home hanging upside on the couch just to see how long he could do it. People had said that you could go deaf if you did this long enough. The really sad thing was that this was the kind of thing he did while sober. When he was drunk - which, really, had only happened twice, but he was a bit of a nut case. Or more like fearless, and he would do just about anything. His brain pretty much leaked out his ears after a sip of alcohol. But hey, nobody ever claimed that alcohol made you smarter. After a few minutes of this hanging upside off the couch, he groaned and pulled himself back up, and decided to stare at the ceiling from a more horizontal position.
He started counting the dots on the ceiling, and by the time he made it to one hundred and fifty two, his phone vibrated, and he lost count. "Shit." He mumbled, before sitting up and pulling out his phone. It was a text from Yeager, a guy he was pretty decent friends with. The guy was in the same grade as him - and as water leader, he liked to think that he knew all of his class mates pretty well. He wanted to hang out - on the hiking trails. That wasn't a place Gale went very often but maybe going for a hike would be better than laying here and counting the dots on the ceiling.
Even though he was eighteen, he still needed to inform his mother when he was leaving. More of a courtesty thing. His mother also wasn't aware of his drunken escapades lately - and that was probably a good thing. "Hey ma? I'm going out to meet some friends. I'll be back later." He said, grabbing a jacket as he headed towards the door, waiting for her reply. "Alright, just be safe. Let me know when you think you'll be home."
[/color] A smile crossed his face as he opened the door. "Thanks ma. See you later." He quickly went out the door and to his car. It was nice being able to drive now. It only took him a few minutes to get to the designated meeting spot with Yeager, and spotted him after just a few moments. "Dude, that sounds more exciting than what you saved me from. I was trying to count all the dots on my ceiling." He laughed and shrugged a little. "But no offense man, your nana has always seemed kind of.. different." He said, air quoting the word ''different''. It was true though. He hadn't ever met her but he had heard stories. When Yeager said he had something of hers, and pulled out a bag of... "Dude is that.. pot?" Gale said, raising an eyebrow at him. "I've never touched that stuff." He said, with a bit of a dry laugh. However, he hadn't ever touched alcohol before recently either. Why break the streak? [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 14, 2012 2:22:45 GMT -5
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your expensive taste.
yeager lifted his eyebrows at gale when the guy spoke. he was an interesting person, he had to say. for one, dick-painting was more interesting than ceiling-dot counting to him. well, now that he thought about it, that did sound a lot more interesting. but he was also thinking about his asshole grannie. "hey, why don't you go help her. by the way, she was doing it with the windows closed." a part of him, the part that really worried about his family, wondered if she was going senile yet. a worse part wondered if it was alzheimers. he wouldn't be able to deal with anyone he loved going through that, it sort of terrified him. "different? you make it sound like she's a wizard or some shit and not a crazy old shithead." and there yeager was back. honestly, he did have a soft spot for his grandmother because she was one person in his family that got his sense of humor. but when she did shit like crash his car, he had less sympathy for her.
yeager gave him an incredulous look. "no, man, it's oregano. i brought oregano so we could cook some pizza." though pizza did sound pretty good. he could take care of food later, however, right now he just wanted to chill out some. "well if you wanna try, just ask, i can roll you one." he looked around and found a big tree root to sit on, and started on his business. part of him really did want to relax, a bigger part just wanted to put his grandma out of some bud. unfortunately, he knew she'd easily get more thanks to her license. he didn't know why pot was even illegal as it was, especially for old people. in his mind, old people should be able to do most things because they were about to die anyway. however, one thing they shouldn't be allowed to do is drive. she still had a suspended license, thank god, but that meant him driving her everywhere.
he asked gale, "so why were you counting ceiling dots? figured you'd be out swimming or some shit." yeager actually didn't swim as much as most of his water student friends, he didn't have much time for it. he was usually working or dealing with shit at home. he even had to babysit gloria a lot, even though she was a teenager. his parents were right not to trust her alone.
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Post by robbie on Aug 14, 2012 12:39:12 GMT -5
Gale laughed and raised an eyebrow at his comment. "Naw man, I think I'll pass. Drawing dick's really isn't my cup of tea. Even if it's more interesting than counting dots." He shook his head again, joking. "I can't ever quite the anatomy right." He was always joking around about absolutly everything, so he was pretty sure that everybody - esspecially his fellow class mate, knew not to ever take the boy seriously. He wasn't a liar, though. There was a difference between a liar and a joker. He just liked to make any situation into a better one by joking around about it. "Well, you never know. She might be a wizard." He said, raising an eyebrow at the boy. It was possible - anything was possible, right?
Gale figured he probably did sound dumb asking if the stuff in the bag was pot. It obviously was. "Well, oregeno is good too." He said, laughing and shaking his head. Just going along with the joke, as always. At Yeager's next comment he glanced up at him, thinking about it. It couldn't really hurt to try just once, right? "Sure man, why not." He said with a shrug. Lot's of people did it so he didn't think it could be too horrible. Besides, it was supposed to be better for you than ciggarettes. Not that he smoked them anyways, but it was supposed to be better for you. He could smell it a little as Yeager started, but figured it wouldn't smell quite so... different when he started.
"Because I felt like being lazy today. You know, sitting around counting the dots on the ceiling and getting fat." He shrugged a little. He usually was always out swimming or something of that nature. He loved being in the water. He was practically a fish and he loved to swim. However, that didn't mean that he didn't have his lazy days. Actually, just about every day for him was a lazy day. "So," He started, as he leaned back against the tree. "What's new with you man?"
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 15, 2012 20:03:17 GMT -5
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your expensive taste.
yeager shook his head when his friend laughed. he liked gale, he was the sort of bro that he can spend a lot of time with. and he usually spent his time with his bros, they were his family because he didn't flirt with them like he did the girls. because that would be kind of awkward, now that he thought about it, flirting with gale. he shook his head. "yeah, i don't think anyone can, it's quite the mysterious and difficultly drawn body part." and yet he found it carved into every desk he had. and he was usually blamed that, but he had to tell the teachers that no, he did not draw dicks on desks, only in his friends' notebooks when they weren't looking. "if she's a wizard, she should be in hogwarts or some shit, not in my room wearing coveralls." he did sound rather put off by it because he wasn't the biggest fan of his granny. but who was? he was pretty sure that only gloria liked her, because she was turning into the old bat day by day.
yeager snorted. "well, you can go back home and get some oregano." smoking oregano, what would that be like? or snorting it. or mainlining it. okay, his imagination had to draw a line somewhere, and that was it. mainlining oregano just sounded painful and not something he actually wanted to do. he nodded when gale accepted, and apparently this would be the first time. it felt like he was stealing the guy's innocence or something. "don't worry, it's the good government provided stuff. granny's stash." yeah, for her "arthritis". oh, she did have it, he just didn't think that medical marijuana helped her much. he'd never heard of it used for arthritis, anyway.
so gale just didn't feel like doing anything. he sort of felt bad for dragging him out, but it wasn't like they were doing laps or anything. quite the opposite. "sorry for disturbing your peace," he said as he rolled. again, not really sorry. he wasn't the apologetic sort. gale asked after himself, and he shrugged. "not too much, really. just dealing with family and school and a lack of social life. i mean, i haven't been to a party in forever." it was a real bummer, but it was helping his grades, at least. that's what he really needed, but he also needed a break and a social life, as well. he held out the blunt and said, "you will cough, but i won't make fun of you." that was reassuring, wasn't it? at least he wouldn't be a jerk, that was a promise from yeager himself.
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Post by robbie on Aug 17, 2012 9:47:40 GMT -5
Gale was very friendly, and liked to try to be friends with just about everybody he came in contact with. Well, everybody in his alliance anyways. He actually hadn't met a whole lot of the winds, either. Earths and waters though where fair game. He didn't find many that he didn't get along with. Even a few fires - or well, two fires. Josh and Lark. Yeager was an easy guy for him to get along with, so, he didn't mind spending time with him either. He laughed and shook his head at Yeager's comment. "Maybe Your room is Hogwarts, bro. Did you ever think about that? It's possible... find any strange birds in their lately?" He said with a smile, looking over at him. "Well, besides your nana."
Gale hadn't ever snorted anything except for Pixie Stix. That was a strange experiment, but he was young and at a birthday party, so they had to do something entertaining. He just rememebered sneezing rainbow for days afterwords. Snorting oregeno would probably be worse, he imagined. Snorting anything would probably be worse. Atleast Pixie Stix where fine powder. "Really could go for some pizza right now though, bro." He said, thinking a little before looking back at Yeager. He didn't mind experimenting. He already had gotten drunk and the like, so it wasn't like he wasn't going to dip into weed eventually. Everybody did, right? Esspecially around here it seemed. People got bored way too easily, and this was the stuff you got into when you where bored. "Oh good. I wouldn't want to die my first time smoking." He said, laughing a little. Yeah, his mom would probably kill him if she knew what he was doing.
Him and his mom used to be so close. He used to tell her everything. They where all each other had after his father was killed, so it was only natural that they where so close. He figured it was just because he was getting older. "Oh hey don't worry about it. I would much rather be out here." He said, laughing a little. He was always smiling and laughing. He was just too damn happy about everything all the time. "Oh dude. Dude. Me neither. We should hit one up soon." He suggested, nodding his head. He never used to be the partying type, but after his and Nell's little excursion, he rather wanted to go to another. And maybe a crowd his own age would be a bit better at that. As Yeager handed him the blunt, he tenitively took it from him, and smiled at his comment. "Thanks. I appreciate it." he said, before looking at it for a minute and going about smoking it. It only took a second for him to pull his head back and cough a few times as the smoke filled his lungs. "God." He muttered to himself. It almost hurt, but he did it again, coughing every few times. He didn't feel any different yet. "How long's it gonna take for this stuff to kick in?" He didn't imagine very long, but also if so many did this, there had to be a reason. The coughing certainly wasn'y why.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 17, 2012 13:59:04 GMT -5
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your expensive taste.
maybe gale was already high and he shouldn't have been offering anything else. Because the hogwarts thing made him tilt his head. But then he laughed and said, ”yeah, hogwarts in my eighty-two by ninety-two prison. Sucks for bitches getting their letters and thinking they're going to england.” which made him wonder, were there no wizards in america and canada? They had the british, the french, and the russians. But the canadians? Nope. Not that the world cared much about canada anyway, he was sure that most people weren't even aware of the fact that they were in the allied powers. ”and no birds, nope.” just outside his window, annoying the fuck out of him whenever he wanted to sleep in. he did not have a fondness for them, and he would very much like to pluck whatever ones had made their homes outside his house.
it seemed like the mention of pizza got gale going however. And pizza was pretty awesome, yeager had to agree. One of his main food groups, as a matter of fact. ”we can get some later, man. I don't even know how to make pizza.” he could try, but it probably wouldn't turn out very good. He wasn't the best cook. At all. yeager snorted. ”never heard of that happening, but what a way to go.” maybe some bad pot laed with coke or some shit could make you overdose, and hell, that sucked. But he wasn't afraid of that because this was the government's pot. He had to thank the good people at the dispenser and his granny for sharing with him. Even though the latter did not have a choice. He wondered when she'd notice and how mad she'd be? The woman had actually never snitched on him to his parents, which was actually pretty surprising.
Apparntly gale had been going through a party dry spell, which was a reassuring thing. He didn't really think that he was that kind of guy, actually, but people surprised him. ”i'll have to ask a buddy of mine if he can get people together.” he really just liked being around others, so he had a wide circle of friends. Even if he didn't know certain people at a party, he'd come up to them and introduce himself. The walflowers, too, he just didn't care. ”you're welcome, man,” yeager said with a grin. He would respect gale and anything that may happen during his first time getting high. He was a respectable young man like that. He even watched, just to see what the kid's reaction would be. He couldn't help but laugh, though, with gale's muttering. Maybe it was just him coming on. At his question, he said, ”i don't know for you, dude. You might not even get high your first time.” it happens, you never know if it just might not work for you the first time. That would suck, though.
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