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Post by blake on Sept 12, 2012 14:41:33 GMT -5
 Blake turned down the hallway, ignoring the stares from all the people passing him by. Wither it was that pining look from the ladies or the ever popular look of fear, none of it really matter to the young Logan boy. Last night had proved to be a negative one and he wasn't going to let any one else make him feel worse. He was on her way to the Mess Hall. The smell of grease was in the air. It was lunch on a slow Thursday noontime, and the only thing on his mind was where that wonderful smell was coming from. Usually he cut as much fat from his diet, but for his current mood, there was nothing wrong with a little cheating. Not everyone could resist some good old comfort food. He was wearing a pair of dark denim jeans, and a washed out grey looking shirt that blended in with the dismal colors the other students he was passing were currently wearing. He had way too much money in his bank account to be wearing such average looking clothes, but he blended in and that was all that matter to Blake. Entering the room he actually grinned as the smell intensified, and to his pleasant surprise he saw a mountain of french fries and neatly stacked hamburgers resting in the generic sort of metal trays all cafeterias seem to have. Grabbing a the nearest tray he could find, Blake cut in front of a few ninth graders and proceeded to file up his plate. If the younger students had any problem with him, they remained silent. Without a single word say, Blake dragged himself over to an empty table. Sitting down he placed his tray on the table in front of him and cracked open the top to his water bottle. Blake brought the plastic to his lips and took a deep drink.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Sept 12, 2012 16:55:51 GMT -5
It was a good day when Altair woke up without a hangover. Lack of a hangover meant she'd accomplished something the night before, like homework. And she had finished her history paper up, in fact spent all night doing it thanks to procrastination. Even so, she considered it a success. Unfortunately, lack of sleep made her even crabbier than usual, and she walked through the hall with a frown on her face, meeting the gaze of anyone she didn't like as if she would attack them right there. Even with her lack of sleep, she could still balance on her heels. High-waisted shorts and a flowery blouse, she'd made sure that no matter what she looked her best. Eye liner ensured that no one would be able to spy the dark circles under her eyes.
While she though she would not be too hungry by this time because sleep deprevation did that to her, she found herself starving on her break. She ate heartily, especially for a model, but she knew if she didn't her metabolism would leave her hungry all the time. She was blessed, she knew that much, and she did appreciate it. That meant less time trying to get her weight down. Of course she didn't just have to eat healthy, she needed to work out, which she did two days a week at the gym. She had good muscle mass, a firm core, and it showed whenever she knocked a kid's teeth out. Luckily she'd avoided detention as of late. Maybe it was because she spent so much time studying nowadays because she had a damn tutor now. Andrew fucking Propst, thought he was the shit. Even sober, he managed to piss her off by existing.
The Fire leader tried not to think of him as she grabbed her food, some pizza and fries and whatever else she could fit on the plate. No his or thank yous or anything of the sort to the ladies serving as she went about her business. She wasn't friendly anyone, but she felt if she opened her mouth some unintelligible string of words might come out. Balancing a tray in her hand, she looked around before she saw Blake and wore a little smile on her face. Sauntering over to the table, she set down the tray and greeted him with, "Who knew dickbags had to eat too?" It was her form of a friendly greeting, as friendly as one could ever get with her. The fact that she acknowledged him was a sign of friendship in itself. She sat down, picking up a fry as she asked, "Why are you sitting alone?" It came out derisive, but Altair made words sound mean without even intending it to be. Such was her default personality.
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Post by blake on Sept 12, 2012 20:40:52 GMT -5
When Altair came into Blake’s line of vision he tore away the bottle from his lips and gave her the once over. There was no denying how good she looked. In true Al fashion though when she opened her mouth she had less than kind words. In all honesty though, what the hell was a dickbag? To a stranger it would have sounded like an insult, and in all regards it was, but all Blake could do was laugh it off. He was glad to have her company though.
”Don’t call yourself that Al. People might overhear you and think it’s true,” Blake shot back. He opened up his mouth and tossed in a fry. While he was chewing he cast Altair a quick smile towards her. On a good day he and Altair enjoyed a quick and feisty relationship. But man when they weren’t clicking they could be explosive. She was worth the crazy roller coaster ride though.
Blake took a quick look over his shoulder at the crowd in the mess hall. ”Have you not taken a good look around the place?” Behind him there was a scattered group of high school students. The general look of them lead Blake to believe that they were mostly underclassmen. Until Altair walked in there were no friendly faces Blake could recognize. At one table it looked like a group of new freshmen kids, content with horsing around and horsing around with the water from their drinks. It took a lot of Blake’s control to not go over there and cause a scene. There was nothing worse than outspoken water elementals. ”I’d rather have someone scratch my eyes out than be forced to sit somewhere else. Besides, you’re here now.” He examined the food on Altair's plate and noticed she was cheating as well. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen such crappy food on both of their plates. Must have been a fat day. "What did you end up doing last night?"
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Sept 13, 2012 22:44:00 GMT -5
She tilted her head at the boy's response and smiled in a faux sweet way. The Fire leader always enjoyed when people gave it back to her as good as she put out. That's what she didn't bother much with Earth students, they were quick to avoid confrontation or even harsh words, though she'd met some that could give a good verbal assault. Even still, Water students tended to have a lot more spunk than that. "Oh well aren't you cute," she said dryly, though Blake knew that she wasn't unpleasant upset or angry right now. He'd seen her like that, and this was the good side of her, the sarcastic side. Right now this was both of their good sides. Altair actually liked him, and part of that was that she stuck around even when they disagreed on something. She didn't try to do things differently for her friends, she didn't act polite with strangers, she was the same Altair with everyone. She didn't even bother keeping her temper under control. Why should she pretend with anyone, everyone got her true personality up front. Blake was just stuck with her no matter what.
The girl looked around, not moving her head but letting her eyes scan from left to right as if incredulously searching. They were young, and she could say that because she was nineteen and supposed to be in college. Unfortunately when she and her sisters first came to the school they were put in grade ten. Altair shrugged. "Guess you're trying to tell me you don't have any friends, huh," she said with a cocky smile on her face. She was used to Thunders in a way, her sister was one, the leader of them actually. He said he'd rather maim himself, and she lifted her eyebrows as if imagining that in her head. Instead of taking what he said with a blush and a flirtatious smile, she rebutted with, "Oh that's right. I don't have friends either." She said it facetiously because even though she was a bitch, she did have a lot of people she got along with. They just had to know how to handle her. She chewed on a french fry when he asked his question, movements rather lethargic. "History paper. Party hard." The girl said it with the same dryness as she'd spoken with the entire conversation. "How about you?" It wasn't out of politeness that she asked this, because she didn't give a damn about politeness, she asked out of actual interest.
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Post by blake on Sept 14, 2012 7:31:54 GMT -5
”Started out like usual. Some fake pleasantries and a little light sarcasm to set the mood,” Blake let out a small laugh at the very thought of it. The asshole probably didn’t even know the definition of pleasant. It made him an excellent CEO, but a terrible father. ”Than the dickhead starts going in on me about my grades and asking what I’m going to do with my life. Had his father really cared, he would have noticed that there was nothing wrong with Blake's academic standing at all. In fact the boy held back so he wouldn't stand out more than he already did. "So I tell him 'Like I have a clue.' It escalated quickly after that and I honestly couldn't tell you who was yelling louder. All I know is that we’ll both be happy when I get out of that house,” His mother was the only reason he wasn't thinking about moving out the minute he turned eighteen. Blake couldn’t say no when his mom came in and acted as a mediator. How she put up with that asshole though baffled the teen. In the meantime he’d do his best to suck as much money from his dad’s bank account as he could. ”I’d rather do your homework and mine before I take another call from him.”
The inner nerd Blake spent the last three years hiding from his peers was slowly trying to be exposed. Blake wondered if Al remembered what he was like as a ninth grader in the academy. He had hoped not. It was an embarrassing time in his life he preferred to keep to himself. Blake spent all of his free time in the library with his nose buried in a book. Blake was a skinny kid who had a huge target on his back when it came to bullies. The amount of times he had his head shoved in a toilet or his body shoved in a locker was hard to keep track of back then. He slumped in his chair and grabbed one of his cheeseburgers. Shoving the thing in his mouth he took a huge bite of the terrible cafeteria food. Stale tasting bread and overcooked meat with no flavor. The Thunder boy tossed the burger back on his tray and shook his head in disapproval. Nothing but a dry mouthful of crap.
With a hard swallow Blake locked eyes with Altair, giving her a rather cold look. Clenching his fists hard enough to cause a crack in his bones. Wouldn’t have been such a pity party if Al had taken the time to visit him. ”Let it go,” he coached himself. He washed down the taste of shitty food and tried to soften his expression. ”It was one hell of party, pity or not,” He woke up in someone else’s bed so it was proof enough that the night had some silver lining. "Wonder what she was up to right now? Wonder what her name was..."
Blake took a few moments to mulled over Altair’s advice. She wasn’t one to throw around such bits of wisdom. Leaning forward enough to put his arms up on the table, he let out a small sigh. ”You’re right, he admitted. "I should get off campus or something. If I round up some people for tonight would you be free, or do you have more homework to do?”he asked, desperate to lighten up his own mood. He was thinking about busting out that fake ID and charging the shit out of his credit card tonight. No better solution to both cheering up and getting back at his dad than taking a few of his buddies out for a night on the town.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Sept 17, 2012 16:05:12 GMT -5
For all she seemed completely uncaring and monstrous, she cared on some level about the people she hung around. Maybe not to the point that she would be offering support and patting hands and making watery eyes, but to the point where she could sympathize and agree how much the situation sucked. She knew about Blake and his issues with his father, so she could make an educated guess about what went on in that phone call. "I fancy it wasn't a pleasant family reunion," she said. "What'd he say?" Her own situation with her parents--actually, there was no situation. She and her sisters had made sure of it in cutting all ties with them. She didn't know how they were doing, if both of them were even still alive. They were back in England, the place they'd left behind without a second thought. The girls hadn't been back since. Blake didn't have the same non-situation she did, and she allowed the curve of a smile on her lips when he spoke of drowning his sorrows. "Sounds like you had a much better night than me." It was spoken sarcastically because quite clearly, he had one hell of a night.
Most nights she didn't live in the dorms. Instead, she stayed with her sister in their shitty apartment. After almost three years, she hadn't gotten used to it, not even to the point that she found its leaky pipes and stains quaint. She absolutely hated it. She knew she was meant for much better than that. The girl was a goddamn model, but the money didn't come in immediately to the point where she could buy her and Ro a mansion, get herself another Ducati, live rich and fabulous without fear of maxing out her credit card. Not that she feared it much anyway, she had poor spending habits for someone living in dire straits. It was something she needed to learn to reign in, but she didn't live for moderation. It wasn't something she excelled at whatsoever, she was living in excess. Even with the little money she had accumulated thanks to her job, she could go through a week's paycheck like it was nothing. The sisters used to live comfortably enough where they could do that, but it certainly was not the same anymore.
And she didn't much like drinking alone. It reminded her of the times before Syr died, when she was too busy destroying herself to remember how much potential she still had. The fall that took her career from her had damaged her more than she wanted to admit to even herself, it had caused an addiction that still lingered on the edges of her thoughts today. Once and addict, always an addict. If she wanted to drink, she'd do it with her friends, she'd go out and party and do it with a group of people because otherwise it was pathetic. Did she think of Blake as pathetic? No, not quite. She held him in high esteem, which was a lot coming from someone like her who just did not care about other people. "Oh, so it's a pity party you're throwing for yourself," she said, though her voice wasn't cruel, she just spoke as if stating a fact. She did not go out to insult her friends, but it did happen simply because she did not censor herself for anyone. She did not stop and think about something before allowing it to leave her mouth.
After taking a sip of her juice, she set it down and look him in the eyes. "You know, you'll just be proving your dad right about everything if you just wallow like this. Why don't you go out or something?" Anywhere, as a matter of fact. It was true, Altair was not at all good at the whole 'pick yourself up and dust yourself off' speeches. She wasn't good at anything encouraging or motivating, and a lot of times she didn't even try. She supposed she was trying not, as she was offering some advice to the guy. His dad thought that he was a failure? Self-pity would only prove that. She didn't like self-pity, she was the girl who thought everything she did was pure gold. It astounded her when other people didn't think the same about themselves, but she supposed it was because they were not as awesome as she was.
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Post by blake on Sept 18, 2012 13:25:13 GMT -5
”Started out like usual. Some fake pleasantries and a little light sarcasm to set the mood,” Blake let out a small laugh at the very thought of it. The asshole probably didn’t even know the definition of pleasant. It made him an excellent CEO, but a terrible father. ”Than the dickhead starts going in on me about my grades and asking what I’m going to do with my life. Had his father really cared, he would have noticed that there was nothing wrong with Blake's academic standing at all. In fact the boy held back so he wouldn't stand out more than he already did. "So I tell him 'Like I have a clue.' It escalated quickly after that and I honestly couldn't tell you who was yelling louder. All I know is that we’ll both be happy when I get out of that house,” His mother was the only reason he wasn't thinking about moving out the minute he turned eighteen. Blake couldn’t say no when his mom came in and acted as a mediator. How she put up with that asshole though baffled the teen. In the meantime he’d do his best to suck as much money from his dad’s bank account as he could. ”I’d rather do your homework and mine before I take another call from him.”
The inner nerd Blake spent the last three years hiding from his peers was slowly trying to be exposed. Blake wondered if Al remembered what he was like as a ninth grader in the academy. He had hoped not. It was an embarrassing time in his life he preferred to keep to himself. Blake spent all of his free time in the library with his nose buried in a book. Blake was a skinny kid who had a huge target on his back when it came to bullies. The amount of times he had his head shoved in a toilet or his body shoved in a locker was hard to keep track of back then. He slumped in his chair and grabbed one of his cheeseburgers. Shoving the thing in his mouth he took a huge bite of the terrible cafeteria food. Stale tasting bread and overcooked meat with no flavor. The Thunder boy tossed the burger back on his tray and shook his head in disapproval. Nothing but a dry mouthful of crap.
With a hard swallow Blake locked eyes with Altair, giving her a rather cold look. Clenching his fists hard enough to cause a crack in his bones. Wouldn’t have been such a pity party if Al had taken the time to visit him. ”Let it go,” he coached himself. He washed down the taste of shitty food and tried to soften his expression. ”It was one hell of party, pity or not,” He woke up in someone else’s bed so it was proof enough that the night had some silver lining. "Wonder what she was up to right now? Wonder what her name was..."
Blake took a few moments to mulled over Altair’s advice. She wasn’t one to throw around such bits of wisdom. Leaning forward enough to put his arms up on the table, he let out a small sigh. ”You’re right, he admitted. "I should get off campus or something. If I round up some people for tonight would you be free, or do you have more homework to do?”he asked, desperate to lighten up his own mood. He was thinking about busting out that fake ID and charging the shit out of his credit card tonight. No better solution to both cheering up and getting back at his dad than taking a few of his buddies out for a night on the town.
((I accidently modified my last post instead of quoting it, so now it looks like a posted the same thing twice. This post is meant to be the most current one. Idiot of the year award goes to me)) |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Sept 22, 2012 0:03:10 GMT -5
Altair had had shitty parents, she could sympathize with Blake. It may have been unfair to say that. Things just had gotten so bad with them that her perception of the past had become skewed toward them thanks to all the resentment. They had fed the girls, clothed them, but then things had changed with their daughters, things they couldn't control. She remembered getting into the fight with her father, the violence, and she had to wonder if Blake had ever gone that far. Had ever had a physical confrontation with his own father like she had with hers. It may have been undeserved, it may have been in the heat of her moment for her, but it always felt like it was justified. She didn't miss them, in any case. She always knew she was more of a parent to the girls than they were. She felt responsible for them as the eldest. And she supposed it could be said that she did a rather shitty job. Rowena's addictions, Syria's overdose that may or may not have been a suicide. And she had had so many problems of her own. She knew about broken homes.
She listened to him going about the phone call. And she actually listened, because she did not half ass it like one might assume. She paid more attention than people thought, because she was supposed to be a flighty, ai-rheaded blond. She had more intelligence than they thought, and maybe people didn't realize it because when she told them it was just her being her usual pompous self."You should stop taking his calls, man," Altair said. "You're what, seventeen now? You don't need him." She was not one to go into detail about her own past, to tell people about her past. It was just not something often brought up, so she couldn't sit there and tell him that's what she did years ago. She left Great Britian with her sisters and never saw her parents again, never talked to them again. "Oh wait, the money." His family was rich, and it was difficult to support oneself so young. She and her sisters found that out for a fact. Their apartment was more or less a testament to their poverty.
Altair responded to his chilly expression with one of scrunity. What the fuck had that been for? She took a bite of the pizza, enjoying it because the Academy was the only place she'd be getting good food. At home it was top ramen and campbell's, in school it was actual good meals. She may have been a model who needed to watch her weight -- should have been watching her weight -- but she couldn't help but overindulge with the school food. She had to give the cooks props, they knew how to keep her pleased. "Go you," she said dryly, still put off by the whole glaring thing. It wasn't hard to aggravate her. She could be agitated without a good reason half the time. Usually her friends didn't do it and that's why she hung out with them, but she couldn't help when she got snippy with other people.
Blake spoke of rounding up people for some kind of off-campus event, and she swirled her cup around. She was always up for a party, of course, and she understood that the Thunder probably needed it. Not that she easily picked up on other people's emotions, she was lacking sorely in most human emotions, meaning empathy was not her cup of tea. "It depends," she told him. "What kind of people? Apparently you hate the entire lunchroom, so I suppose they're out." She didn't care about the type of people, really, as long as she didn't have to put up with the opposing alliance. Wherever Waters went, trouble seemed to follow. And Earths were boring anyway, she imagined they sat around all day apologizing to each other for perceived slights.
[haha i do that all the time! totally understand. xD]
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Post by blake on Sept 26, 2012 22:49:35 GMT -5
In true Al fashion, the fire girl had delivered what she had to say as bluntly as possible. Blake tapped his nose twice knowingly as he finished chewing his food. "Bingo," he said. Nothing screams family bond like the uniting power of money. "Plus my mom would have a heart attack if I tried cutting ties now." Blake wasn't the first to admit it out loud, but he was sort of a Momma's Boy. She was genuine enough to want Blake around the way a mother should, and that made him have even more of a soft spot for her. "As long as I'm stuck, I'm going to take this free ride as long as I can." No way Blake was going to force himself out on the street when he had a perfectly, if not over the top, furnished room back with his family.
Blake noticed the fire girl's change in attitude as she dryly 'complimented' the Thunder. What was her problem? God, she was probably now butt hurt from his earlier emotional lack of control around her. Honestly it felt like he was walking on eggshells sometimes when Al was around. "What's-" he cut himself off with a defeated sigh. Sinking back down to anger with Altair right now would be like poking a caged lion that just wanted to go to sleep. The cafeteria would not be able to handle these two if they got into an argument. One time Blake and Altair had gotten so worked up that it almost ruined their relationship. Once Blake was really riled up it was almost impossible for strangers to not hear his slur of profanities or stop him from busting through the History classroom's wall with his fist. It had resulted in the two not speaking for almost several weeks.
"I can usually interest a few of the older students in the Thunder dorms, as well as force Kat to go out as well. You know Kathryn Parker right?" Blake had assumed so. The girls were both fire elementals even if they were a year apart. It dawned on him the Altair might not actually know Kat since she lived off campus. Even with as anti social as Blake was, living on campus sort of forced him to know a bunch of people he wouldn't normally associate with. "Maybe Club Corrosion if you're feeling brave enough to hit up that side of Maple Hollow." Corrosion was not the kind of club atmosphere that screamed security. Sure it was easier for underage students to get into, but that came at a price. Blake sort of liked the club because it was so different than what he was use to growing up. In junior year he had developed an unhealthy obsession of going to Corrosion every free night he could and tried stirring up trouble with the locals. A nasty altercation with one of the bouncers quickly put the Thunder back in check.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Sept 30, 2012 22:59:55 GMT -5
Altair didn't think she hated her parents as passionately as she used to, because time dulled a lot of things. It was hard to actively despise people you hadn't seen in years. It was more of a residual bitterness now, like her sister's death was a dull pain in her chest. "Can't have that, can we?" she said about his mother having a heart attack. At least his mother seemed to be doing good. People that had good relatives should hold onto them, she figured. She held onto her sisters. She tried. It didn't really work. "Don't give that shit up. Otherwise you'll be dealing with rusty pipes and an asshole superintendent." Her hate for her apartment was probably tops on her list of all things she hated, along with the taste of orange juice after brushing your teeth and authority. Blake had damn well better not give up what he got. She might have to punch him if he even thought about it.
Altair was good at ruining relationships with people who weren't very good at handling anger. Those were the people she didn't bother to stick around, the ones she would have to worry about feelings with. She didn't worry. Blake was good, though, she didn't have to watch her mouth. They fought. It was kind of hard not to with them, but they understood each other enough to know that was just how they were. They weren't the most friendly people, though Blake might have been a bit of a better human being than she was. He asked about Kat, and she shrugged. "Sounds familiar," she said honestly, shrugging. As Fire leader, she tended to know a lot of people in her element. Well, it was mostly that with the guys she tended to get around. With the girls, she could make friends with them as long as they were like her in the whole dry humor deal.
She really did not mind the idea of going out. Having a good time. Partying it up. That was the kind of life she still led after all this time, it was her style. Even while giving up the drugs, she could still go out. Have a good time. She just needed to avoid the worst influences. Her dealer had gotten pissed when she pretty much cut ties with her, but she satiated him by fucking him. The way the world worked for the Fire leader was astoundingly easy. "I live in that area, mate," she told him. "I've been to Corrosion a few times." She shrugged, she used to be big on that. She met guys in Corrosion, but she used to have another club that she spent her time in. Since quitting the skin joint, she hadn't really been clubbing. "Well, if you can get enough people I'll be up for it. Maybe it can give us a chance to spend more quality time together." She said it with the over-saturated sweetness of an after school special, but it was clear what she meant. She was being her usual impish self. Maybe it could be a good night. Most nights when she wasn't sober were good.
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Post by blake on Oct 2, 2012 13:56:14 GMT -5
The first time the Blake met Altair it made him fee a lot like his first day at the academy. He had never been so nervous around her. She was one of the first girls he had ever felt a physical attraction to, and one of the first to seem to reciprocate. At the time he was still new to the whole party scene and drinking wasn't really Blake's thing. He had spotted Altair at a few of the events and instantly was drawn to her. She looked like she didn't give a shit about anyone else and Blake envied her. It took him awhile to actually build up his nerve and go talk to the girl. He remembered vaguely feeling like he was about to be sick, faint and just plain die. Blake had never been good around new people – they thought he was weird for not talking, and nobody ever understood that he was't, he was just shy at the time. Sometimes he said stuff, and as soon as it left his mouth he wished time would rewind and he could just keep his mouth shut. Blake sort of blocked out his actual first conversation with Altair, but it had to have gone well enough for him to still be talking to her. Slowly he began to band together with out Thunder and Fire students; the closest thing he had to a group of friends. No they didn't really welcome him with open arms at first, but they were never ones to completely ignore him either. They thought it odd to see Blake hover a little further away from the group. The Thunder guessed that he just gave off that kind of vibe, head down never saying much but the occasional offered statement in a conversation.
Despite of this they defend him. He have a certain fondness for each of them, especially Altair. Blake didn't need to be reminded twice of how crappy Altair's living arrangement was. He had spent many a drunken nights keeping Al company. The neighborhood had it's own local charm of he occasional sirens, locals arguing with each other on the streets, and blaring music as cars drove by. It was a heavy price to pay for independence. "Quality time?" That made Blake visibly perk up. Perhaps it was actually in Blake's good fortune that he and Al didn't meet up in the pervious night. With his foul mood only worsened by the alcohol a fight would have been inevitable. "Depending on how much fun we have tonight I might need to crash at your place," he said coyly. "You know, just so I can truly appreciate all that I have in life. " If he had to gather the masses just to potential spend some alone time Al, than so be it. He'd make use his common sense now so that later that night all decision making would hopefully lead him to fun. "I'll see if I can trick some junior into driving some of us down." Or he'd just force someone to. A few threats towards the right young in and it would be no problem. "Would you be down for pre-gaming at your place if I went out and pick some stuff up?"
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 16, 2012 1:32:50 GMT -5
Altair supposed she was making up for her lack of support in a way. Not consciously, of course. She never liked to feel like she owed anyone anything. But she liked Blake. He was easy, someone who got along with her simply by being himself. Feathers got ruffled, of course, but she still respected him as well as she could respect anyone. Sure, he was a Thunder and naturally antisocial, but she preferred that over the rambunctious Waters. She liked to pretend her deceased sister wasn't part of that group whenever she thought of them, on the other side of the alliance. Syr was different. "'S fine," she told him, flicking the straw in her cup. Altair looked at him with a glimmer in her eye, a smirk. "Trust me, I'll make sure that you can't find the energy to leave by morning." She was boastful, cocky, but it had once been her job. Of course she was good at making sure people left her company satisfied. Not that shed ever found it too hard. The bedroom was possibly the only place she was generous in, because she understood that you got as good as you gave. Well, in the best cases.
Altair listened to him as he went on about the night, nodding a little, brushing a strand of white-blond hair behind her ear. She wore diamond earrings, a newer purchase with her modelling money. "I have college friends I can rope someone into it," she told him. "I mean, how're you gonna trick someone like that? Wave beer tickets under their nose or something?" Her image of college life was booze and partying all the time, and then taking exams with a hangover. Quite similar to her life now, actually. She tried not to live with many regrets, especially since she handled the hangovers well. She was young -- she figured as she aged, the toll of hangovers are going to get worse. He asked about pre-gaming at her place, and she looked down. Even though her expression didn't come off as her contemplating something, she was thinking it through. "Depends on Ro," she said, using the girl's nickname. She was the only person she called by any affectionate petname. "Don't think she'd like too many around, if she is home, that is." The Fire leader didn't know what her sister's plans were, but as much as she didn't give a fuck about anyone else, she cared if she would be disturbing Rowena. Of course, she made it a habit to try and get on her nerves as much as possible, but that was out of pure sisterly love.
[you muse is such a filthy skank. >:]
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