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Post by hound on Nov 20, 2012 22:44:07 GMT -5
center] "TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism twitched. He needed something to do. Couch hopping was generally good enough, but the couch he currently slept on lacked a steady wifi connection. The man with the Massachusetts plates on his classic Land Rover pulled up to the Tim Horton’s. It wasn’t Starbucks, but he’d deal. Now would be time for a peppermint mocha… damn. He’d let it tempt him from afar. He’d told Jake to order an extra one for him next time he went during their last Skype session… honestly, he missed his younger sister and youngest brother more than anyone else. Well, them and his dog.
He always did like animals better than people. His dog, especially. The creature was as much a Russian prince as Makism was, and he appreciated that. No, Dimitri was at home, being underfoot as always. It was what he was good at, apparently, and mom and dad had a way of appreciating that. The creature missed his master, was that too much to say? Sometimes you find that dog, the one that’s a kindred spirit. Yeah. That’s what Makism had with the dog, and maybe that was why he missed him so much. He’d go home eventually.
It was a matter of driving home though. Thank god for padded pockets, though, because the Rover sucked gas like it was nobody’s business. He had to look into getting the damn thing changed over to some sort of bio fuel… like those cars that ran on used frying oil. That would be neat. Then again, the Russian man didn’t necessarily want to smell like egg rolls for the rest of forever. That, and you don’t do that to a classic. Hell, he had to add lead to his gas. One could dream, right?
He made his way to the counter, ordering something pumpkin spice-y. It wasn’t the same, but he’d deal with it. Hell, he was from the North East—they said that there was four Dunkin’ Donuts locations for every square mile… hell, he’d believe it. Makism would believe anything that seemed like it made the most sense. It was with his coffee that he sat down at one of the tables, flipping open his laptop and starting to get down to business. He’d just ah da smoke, but already he was feeling that sort of laggy, withdrawn feeling. Damn it, he wasn’t supposed to let it get this bad… oh well.
He’d sit for a little while longer. Christmas shopping needed to be done, right? He curls himself up in a booth, starting to shop away. A playlist launches in iTunes, one that he doesn’t bother paying much mind to. A nice background tune blasting through his headphones as he spends away what he needs to. It’s harder to shop for some family members than it is others, but Makism knows his way around the internet. It’s a bit of a time warp to get sucked into, really, and he doesn’t know just how much time has passed by the time he looks up again.
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tag: Adam
outfit: clickie!
notes: Yaaaay.
lyrics: opposite of adults by chiddy bang
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 23, 2012 19:40:48 GMT -5
Christmas shopping sucked when you were broke, and jobless. One or the other might be okay but the combination? Absolutely awful. Adam decided to take the initiative and do a little 'shopping' of his own that day, which consisted of him asking his mom for some money to buy some things for his brother, Mona, and Annabel. He'd probably turn around and talk to Asher about doing a combo gift for their mom, though what that gift would be he had no idea. Maybe his brother would have something in mind. It was not the most productive shopping day, as he struggled to decide what he wanted to buy his best friends; they were both girls and being as he was a fourteen year old guy the items he thought to be nice might not be nice to them. He eventually settled with a couple of things and was content with the choices.
And now, it was time to treat himself to a little break. The cold was not too bad considering his element helped buffer him from the extremes but he did crave something warm to drink. Something to suit the season. Just as he thought on all the possible hot drinks, the scents of Timmie's caught his attention. Instantly Adam stopped and turned right towards the front door. Inside it was warm and cozy, the smells of coffee and wintry flavors filling his nostrils. "Yeah, I'll have the peppermint mocha latte," Adam requested, exchanging his money for the drink. It was one of his favorites, and looked forward to it every year. As soon as it was in his hands he embraced the aroma with a small smile. Now to sit down.
The place was full, people at every table. Bags were resting near their feet, possibly from Christmas shopping of their own, and most of them were not alone. He could handle walking around with his drink but after spending the past couple of hours on his feet he'd rather find a place to sit for a while. Turning his head, Adam caught sight of a booth that was only occupied on one side. The guy was on his laptop with headphones in his ears and would probably not be bothered by his sitting across from him. Without even stopping to ask the guy if invading his space was okay, Adam plopped down in the booth and set the drink in front of him on the table. The bags rested in the seat next to him. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked, slouching and making himself comfortable. Even if the question resulted in a no, it seemed the young Fire was not intent on being awkward or shy about taking the seat. After sipping his drink and observing the other guy for a second, his quirked a brow. "Do I know you? You look familiar." He could not quite place a finger on it.
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Post by hound on Nov 24, 2012 23:02:14 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] The young man tried to pretend he still knew his siblings. It’s a funny thought, the fact he’s been away from home for ages. The emails from Jake could only say so much. Sure, Caleb was easy—a new gym bag, bright pink from the Glamour Kills line. The young man was always dancing, spending more time in the studio than at home. He’d ask his sister what clothes their brother had been eyeing and get whatever on the list, trying to figure out what everyone else had gotten him.
The others were considerably more difficult. He’d finish the complete Shakespeare collection off for Alex for his birthday and was left fumbling for something new to buy him. Damien resented him, so that was usually a gift card to whatever was on the up and up or something he’d directly asked for. Jake was… Jake. Something for her would always catch him off guard, capturing the personality of his sister in the purest form. He’d have to hit the local businesses—hell, small business Saturday hadn’t even helped him last month. Why the hell were things like this always so difficult. Makism flips to the open to-do list and added a gift card for his parents’ favorite restaurant. So much to do, so little time.
Makism can feel someone casting a shadow over his laptop. He barely looks up as he finishes typing the phrase, pulls an ear bud from where it’s been sitting in his hear. Makism honestly figures that there’s someone telling him his music is too loud. Still, when he reaches for his coffee and catches a glimpse of the creature, it appears he’s made himself comfortable. There’s a nod, a smirk playing on Makism’s lips. Here was the Russian man, hoping to god that the young man was one of his—already acting like the element leader.
"Knock yourself out." The young man feels a smile sliding across his face, one that reaches up to his dancing green eyes. There’s nothing that isn’t genuine about Makism today… oddly friendly. There’s something about the copious amount of caffeine that turns the creature rather bouncy. "If you go to the academy, yeah. I’m Makism." The introduction isn’t without yet another winning smile, the Russian man finally turning the volume on the pounding beat down. The cords for his headphones drape lazily around his neck, eyes darting between his online shopping and the young man before him.
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tag: Adam!
outfit: clickie!
notes: yay!
lyrics: opposite of adults by chiddy bang
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 26, 2012 18:33:56 GMT -5
At least the other guy did not seem bothered by the fact that Adam took the seat, making himself comfortable. The cup was warm, his fingers rubbing over the foam thoughtfully as his eyes glanced over at the bags in the seat. The gifts he bought were pretty good. Each of them suited the person he had on his list. His dark eyes shifted to look at his fellow table occupant. There was a hint of a smile on his face. "Thanks, man. Much appreciated." Not that Adam gave him much of a choice but at least there was verbal approval. He was feeling pretty light and festive today, his mood in bright spirits. The holidays were supposed to be a happy time and despite the past he was prepared to have a happy Christmas season with his family. Greg would be joining them too, which was nice. The old man was sick and the chances of him passing within the next few months was likely. That was what the doctors told them, at least.
"Hah, makes sense then. I'm Adam." The boy greeted, still leaning back in the seat and not even making a motion to shake Makism's hand. Instead there was a mere tilt of the chin, a sort of 'what's up' motion to save him the trouble of being overly proper. It wasn't necessary. "So you go to the Academy, huh? What element?" He asked. It seemed to be something he started asking a lot lately, but hey, he was curious! So sue him. Even if Makism were on the other side there was nothing that could be done. The most he would do was get up and walk away or stick to drinking his latte in silence. Annabel was the only person on the opposing side he stuck with, but their friendship existed before school even started. That was the excuse to stick with because in regards to friendship it made sense. Adam was far too loyal to break off from a best friend. He took a glance at the computer. "Do your Christmas shoppin' yet?" Adam was going to try and make conversation; he was far to social to thrive off of silence for very long.
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Post by hound on Nov 28, 2012 21:50:27 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism was generally friendly. He coudnt help it. The young man was looking to get the approval of the masses, and how was he to do it if he wasn’t adored by them? In order to be respected you had to be adored or something like that… the young man had watched Gladiator a few too many times. It was a dying hope that he wouldn’t become Commodus, after all. At least there was no way he’d be a creeper sleeping with his sister.
Makism simply nods to the man that sits opposite him, a gentle smile playing on his lips. There’s something about the most wonderful time of the year that makes light of everything around. It’s a lovely thing to be able to reach out and touch the childlike excitement that hangs in the air. The Russian man can’t say he isn’t more than psyched for the few weeks to come. As soon as he gets off his ass and makes his way home, he’ll have something to look forward to under the tree. Hell yeah being a spoiled rotten kid. He can’t help it.
"I’m a fire kid, the leader actually." Makism shifts slightly, tilting the screen on his laptop down so he could watch the young man that sat before him. He’s a nice looking guy, maybe a little young… not that it had stopped him before. Still, he wasn’t going to go fishing for a date. Straight guys didn’t seem to like when other boys walked up and kissed them, after all. Makism was one to look before he leapt on affairs of the heart, and this one didn’t look worth it. Friends. He’d always need more friends. "And yourself… er… what did you say your name was?" Makism rakes a hand through his dark hair, green eyes dancing across Adam’s face.
"Workin’ on it now, actually. Having a hell of a time finding stuff though, I don’t know the area too well." The young man sighs, taking a long sip of his coffee. The lack of nicotine in his system is nearly enough to make him brave the cold for a cigarette. Nearly. There are still some things that he will not do if it’s cold enough to freeze his balls off. Personally, he liked to keep his junk in place between his legs.
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lyrics: opposite of adults by chiddy bang
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Dec 3, 2012 14:40:28 GMT -5
Adam caught the smile on Makism's face, his broadening ever so slightly in return. Happiness was truly a contagious emotion. The fact that Christmas was close at hand seemed to heighten everyone's cheerfulness and joyful attitude. Even the young Fire, as grumpy as he could be, was in good spirits and felt warm about the holidays. Sometimes he dreaded them, other times he enjoyed them. It all depended on how family life was treating him at the time. Molly was a good woman and mother--Adam knew that--but he was still a young teen and all it took were a few spats to ruin his mood.
"Oh," He blinked, ticking his head to the side and assessing Makism a bit more thoroughly this go around. "So you're heading up our element then. That's pretty bad ass." His fingers gripped the cup on the table as he took a sip. Out of anyone he expected to run into today, he did not expect the Fire leader to be sitting across from him. Adam aspired to take the position one day when he reached eleventh grade, assuming he was able. He felt he had the skills and ability to do what Makism did. There was a faint glimmer of admiration in his dark eyes now. "I'm Fire, obviously. And it's Adam. I'm gonna be in tenth grade next year." His voice hinted at his pride, the pride that he was growing up and moving forward in life. For some going from a ninth grader to a tenth grader did not seem like a huge step but elementally it meant more. They were slowly progressing, gaining stamina and strength with every grade. Adam liked that.
He remembered what it was like to be new to a place, what it was like to find out where everything was and meet new people and change your entire world. Going from Colorado to Maple Hollow in Canada was a big leap for a kid who had only recently witnessed his father being put in prison for murder and drug dealing. It was a lot to take in. Maybe Makism did not mean it that way, though. To satisfy his curiosity, he asked, "Where're you from? I'm originally from the states myself." Adam gestured to himself lazily before taking another drink, enjoying the taste. It was perfect for this time of year and wished they had some of their specialty drinks all year round. Then again it would probably ruin their seasonal glow. "But good luck with the shopping, man. I'm almost done with mine but god girls are so fucking hard to shop for." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed quietly in exasperation; Mona and Annabel were a bit easier than some but still.
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