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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 27, 2012 20:46:05 GMT -5
”That’s not your number…” Hunter said bluntly to his friend. ”Who’s on your shit list tonight?” What did Caleb have up his sleeve with this little piece? He grabbed Caleb’s whiskey bottle and took a generous sip. The burn traveled down the back of his throat and straight into his stomach. He should have grabbed some food before rushing out the door. Placing the bottle back on the table Hunter turned his attention to what Kennedy had tag. It looked cool, but he had no idea what it read. Hunter struggled to find what the letters were. The frustration was mounting within in him as the letters were jumbling in his mind. ”Yeah cool…” He grabbed Caleb’s bottle again to drown out how shitty he felt because he couldn’t figure out what Kennedy had done.
When he was younger Hunter would sit in his seat in his grade school classroom and groaned to himself. Every time he tried to look at the page, words seemed to move. When he read out loud, he would often mix up the words on the page, because that's how they appeared to him. He could get through a part of a book- but it took forever- and it was really hard to do without the help of his mom or teacher to assist him on long words or words with certain groups of letters. Everyone just thought he was stupid growing up. Then his father paid some fancy doctor to evaluate his son. The man diagnosed him as Dyslexic only after a few tests. As if it was an obvious problem his mother should have picked up. More specifically, Hunter has "Pure" Dyslexia without Dysgraphia. That meant Hunter had trouble in reading and sometimes, but not as much in fine motor skills. He still struggles when he reads written words ad he struggles to pronounce them when he reads out loud. He sometimes mixes up numbers, as well. But he does not have as much trouble in oral assignments. Hunter didn’t let anyone outside of his family know this though. He didn’t need people treating him like some God damn pity case. He still had trouble with reading and spelling which caused him to not volunteer in classes at school.
Hunter refused to let this get to him. ”Have you been doing this for long?” he asked the younger girl, trying to switch his thoughts to something more pleasant. It looked like she had some skill with the medium. Definitely not half as bad as some of the shit he had seen in the area. He wasn’t about to sing her praises just yet. ”Is this what you’ve been looking up in all your books?” he asked, a bit of sarcasm laced in his tone. Who would have thought someone like Kennedy would produce something like this. She didn’t fit the typical mould of what a tagger was.
NOTES:SONG Not Nineteen Forever TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 27, 2012 23:29:45 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
Kennedy really didn't expect her art to really take the form it had. The loops and swirls had changed from hugging the outskirts of her blob to crashing through the middle and swooping through each other. The end result wasn't really a matter of words, more of a story. It was a series of hearts, seriously, hearts Kenny?, that would have all been in a single row. However, it appeared that something had happened to the second heart which toppled over and squashed the third heart. That one then smashed the fourth, which didn't even look much like a heart anymore, it was just an upside-down triangle.
She was suddenly aware that Caleb had come up behind her, asking her for the purple when she was done. She jumped a bit, releasing a purple dot in the middle of her forth section of her creation. Kenny was about to make some rude remark about how he shouldn't sneak up on her, but she realized that he probably hadn't at the last second. In fact, he probably could have been talking to her for a while. She was the type of person who lost themselves when they were doing something and would typically not respond to the real world while she was drawing or reading.
However, she was interrupted when Caleb continued. Well, it wasn't really continued. He complimented her on her drawing. She instantly went on the defensive, thinking he was going to throw an insult on top of it. Kennedy loosened though, processing the surprise in his voice. He wasn't expecting her to have any talent in the area. "Thanks," she replied easily, a smirk flitting on her face. Though she was familiar with paints and mediums, she was also innovative, which allowed her to manage to pull something out of her hat for this particular piece.
Despite what Caleb thought, she did not use the sweet, innocent, bookish facade to get away with illegal activities. Moreover, it was something she enjoyed to use to her advantage. Most of the teachers would never really think she would ever verbally lash at somebody, let alone physically assault. However, there were a few that knew she had gotten in trouble for using her powers out of turn. But that came with hormonal teenagers, right? Emotions were a bitch, that's just how you had to deal with them. Overall, she'd kept up her face because those she had gotten angry with tended not to want to rat her out because she could easily turn the tables back on them.
She heard Hunter mutter something like "yeah cool", which made her crack a smile and give a shrug. Hunter continued, asking if she had been tagging for a long time, making a crack almost immediately afterwards. "Oh, shut up Hunter," she jabbed back, though her tone wasn't completely negative. You could tell it was between friends. "You're just jealous because you couldn't paint a heart to save your life," Kenny quipped, which was fairly lame, but it was basically what he was trying to insult her for. She held out the purple towards Caleb, glancing at his wall and the number sprayed there. "Don't you think whoever has that number will know you hate them enough to do something like that?" she asked, arching a brow and motioning towards the blazoned writing.
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Post by caleb on Nov 28, 2012 19:39:46 GMT -5
Consequences weren't something that Caleb ever took into consideration. He didn't care enough about them. There were too many hypotheticals involved. Chances were, no one would trace this back to Caleb. And even if they did, what would happen? Maybe a fine, a slap on the wrist, and he'd be back on the streets in no time. That was all good for him. It wasn't like he'd be paying these fines, anyway. That was for his father. He didn't care. Caleb shot a smile at Hunter when he pointed out that Caleb hadn't written his own number on the wall. "Trust me, dude. Never put your own number on a wall. Never ends well," he advised. In truth, his number was on a few walls, and it wasn't helping his sex life at all. People with his sense of humor had fucked him over before, and Caleb realized that it was the best method to use. It was an almost anonymous method of revenge, and it was wonderful. "That fucking bitch who tried to get me held back," he replied to his friend's question with a smile. This was payback, and that was something that Caleb loved. He didn't actually hate many people, but he held grudges until he could exact his vengeance, and this would bring the teacher/student relationship back to even. Fair was fair, after all. As Kennedy asked him whether or not the woman would realize that it was he who had written her name on the wall, Caleb shrugged and smiled a big, toothy smile directed toward the thunder girl. "You can't have hate in your heart girl. Makes you old too fast," he replied. He didn't think it was worth mentioning that he had some kind of code for revenge to this girl. She didn't need to know him as a person. No one did. He was whatever anyone else saw in him, and that was enough. Caleb was the bad boy, the rebel, and the criminal. That was what people saw, and Caleb fit the descriptions well. So why would he bother to tell them anything that would make the stereotype confusing? There wasn't a point. Taking the can of purple paint from Kennedy, Caleb walked back to the wall and painted the words "gives great head" in a different style, making it look like a separate person had written his words. "I'd be glad to take suggestions for additions, kids," he requested. He hoped that they would be able to inspire him to ruin this woman's life further, but he was sure that he could leave it the way it was with little difference. Caleb inhaled and realized that spray paint was thick in the air. Nothing he was too worried about breathing in, but it was certainly a hazard. Caleb needed a cigarette, and he had no idea what lighting up would do in the area. "I'm going out for a smoke. Either of you wanna come with?" It'd be more suspicious for him to stand alone outside than for someone else to stand with him, and he hated being by himself anyway.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 28, 2012 22:56:18 GMT -5
”Dude, as long as you don’t blast my number out on walls then I’m good.” He thought about it for a moment, ”You haven’t done that have you?” Caleb had a way around girls that made them feel at ease and then he’d go in for the kill. A few times now his buddy had tried to do the same for him. Either the girl was too drunk out of her mind and he lost respect for her, or she was too hot and he froze up. Caleb wasn’t really getting it that Hunter wanted a stable relationship, not some one night stand. To be fair Hunter got too embarrassed to ever even tell his friend the truth. A lot of the guys he hung out with were the hit and run type. Friends with benefits just didn’t sit well for the Thunder. ”Ohhh that cunt. Fuck it then.” Teachers can really suck at times. Bitch deserved it now. Hopefully she would get calls late into the night.
Even the ever stoic Hunter couldn’t help but laugh at Caleb’s jab towards Kennedy. ”If you have hate in your heart, let it out!” Hunter quoted from a TV show. Hearts? Well then, those were some very abstract looking hearts Kennedy had going on. At least now he could ease up on himself for not being able to read what she was trying to write. ”Because when you look at me you see a guy who wants to spew out rainbows and butterflies all over the wall. Really Kennedy?” Hearts was such a girl thing to doodle around all over one’s notebooks while crushing on some guy from afar. Ugh, Hunter wanted zombies, dinosaurs eating other animals, and crazy toxic ooze. Guy shit. Not some little pony throwing up cupcakes and emotions.
What could Caleb add to make his piece really pop? Clearly he wasn;t going for anything too serious. There was only one thing his work was missing. ”Penises,” he said solemnly, ”Can’t go wrong with a couple of those. Old standbys.” Could he use a smoke? Might as well. He wasn’t going to let his buddy hang outside by himself in the cold. Smoking was always a great way for people to socialize and branch out. Smokers always had a group of people around, bumming stuff off of each other. ”I’ll join you out there.” Hunter let the small white mask hang around his next as he fished out his ratty cigarette pack from his bag. He smoked whenever he was drunk or really stressed, but it was always handy to have a pack on him even if he was habitual about it. He placed the unlighted stick between his lips. ”You joining us Picasso or will you be holding down the fort? Make sure you don’t get caught without us.”
NOTES:SONG Not Nineteen Forever Sorry it's a bit short TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 29, 2012 0:57:33 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
Kennedy listened as Caleb explained, rather obscurely, that it was somebody who had tried to hold him back. She inwardly shivered at the thought of Caleb being in her grade. Honestly, if what everything they said about him was true, most of the teachers probably didn't want him held back. That would mean they would have to deal with him even longer. Hunter's reactions to the woman was equally as distasteful, however, so Kennedy figured that they have legitimate reasons to dislike her. And there she was being judgmental on reasons to be adverse to others. Well, first step to solving a problem was realizing you had it, right?
Caleb gave her a smile, telling her that she couldn't have hate in her heart because it would make her old. Hunter continued with it, saying that she should let her hate out. "If I let all my hate out, it would be no question I'd be in jail," she replied, her voice serious. This was true. She had contained enough hatred for certain things that, should she actually need to let it all out, she would probably end up seriously injuring or killing somebody. Which was unfortunate, seeing as the inability to vent was keeping her, ultimately, from being able to get rid of any of her load.
Hunter argued that he was not, in fact, a guy who spewed out rainbows and butterflies. She gave a surprised look, as if this were new information and he was coming out as a totally different person. "Would you rather me paint a large-breasted woman with minimal clothing and a shotgun?" she suggested, her tone showing no signs of joking and her face completely blank of any expression but innocence as she suggested the idea. Honestly, she didn't have the proper mediums or values to actually go through with her suggestion but you could bet in the next week, Hunter would have a drawing crammed into his locker at school.
Caleb asked for ideas for his wall, to which Hunter responded with penises, before he said he was going out for a smoke. He asked for the company of either Hunter or her and she was glad when Hunter stepped forward and said that he would join his friend. The smell of smoke bothered her and she'd rather be alone right now than with the two. They were supposed to be having guy time, after all, and she had intruded. As long as they didn't sick the police on her, she would be good. Hunter asked her if she was planning on joining and she shook her head. "I'm just going to chill in here. Get high off the paint fumes," she joked, taking a seat and leaning against an unpainted portion of her wall, motioning for Hunter to go outside with his friend.
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Post by caleb on Nov 29, 2012 22:04:17 GMT -5
Caleb let out a laugh. Had he placed Hunter's number around town? He didn't have any reason to. After all, he was always in good standings with the thunder. This was a punishment reserved for idiots that he was tired of dealing with. But that didn't meant that Caleb wouldn't mess with him. "You didn't want me to?" he asked, trying his best to sound serious. Caleb was a great actor when he needed to be. He could pretend that he cared about what girls were saying, pretend to be a nice guy, and pretend to not even want to sleep with them. But when it came down to simple tasks, Caleb couldn't do it. He couldn't refrain from laughing when something was funny. And that was one of his weaknesses. It was probably something that only he'd consider a weakness too. He shot Hunter a triumphant grin as he gave his approval of writing the woman's number on the wall. Kennedy's response to Hunter intrigued Caleb. So this girl was driven by hate. Or was repressing it anyway. She was filled to the brim with destructive emotions, and yet she was the good kid, and he was the bad. Even though they had the same problem. That was distressing. It had to be her appearance. Caleb looked like he was meant for drugs, and he looked like he was up to no good. Kennedy, on the other hand, looked like she was well groomed and rich, which Caleb ventured to guess was be cause she was rich. But Caleb was well off too, and he sure as hell didn't look it. "You'd better watch out Hunter, she's liable to kill one of us one day," he joked. Her statement made her sound like some kind of killer, and it'd have been hard of him not to make some kind of response to that. "Penises. How could I forget the penises?" he asked rhetorically as he began to etch purple phalli on the wall. This was truly a work of art. It was a shame Kennedy wasn't coming with them. He needed some face to face time to come up with some kind of play. Because he knew he'd be able to get the girl if he tried hard enough. The only things standing in his way were the fact that they seemed to be constantly butting heads. It was a shame. Probably caused by sexual tension. She probably wanted him. But then again, who didn't? He was sexy as hell with a certain charm that couldn't have been beat. Maybe he was a little full of himself, but after serving as many satisfied customers as he had, you begin to adapt an attitude of self-importance. And you need to get tested often. He was still clean, thankfully. "Suit yourself," he said with a shrug, as he walked outside with his friend. Once in fresh air, Caleb lit up immediately and held a lighter out for Hunter to do the same. "So as far as Kennedy goes, what's she into? What can I play up?" Maybe now he could come up with something to help his game. Hopefully Hunter would be a wealth of knowledge on the girl. They seemed like good enough friends, after all.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 30, 2012 0:56:59 GMT -5
Even though his mate was joking around he was going to make damn sure the idea never crossed his mind in the future. ”You plaster my number around town and you better start sleeping with one eye open,” he threatened. They always went on about how Thunders were super vengeful. Hunter was no exception. Revenge was a blind force that went after anyone and everyone. ”You and jail? You can’t make a shive out of a book. I’m not worth throwing your life away just to end up being somebody’s girlfriend in the slammer.” Powers aside Kennedy couldn’t make it a whole week in prison. The shit that went down in those cells was crazy. Kennedy got a good shot in on the boy though. His cheeks felt warm as he blushed at the visual imagery. ”D-Don’t you dare.” Purple penis. Somehow the color made it even more offensive.
Was Kennedy really going to get high off the fumes? Kudos to her, maybe she’d loosen up a bit by the time they finished their smoke. Hunter followed his friend out of the rundown room. When Caleb passed over the lighter Hunter leaned in towards the flame. He took a long drag of the cigarette and let the smoke billow out of his mouth. Nothing like a good smoke with your best mate. He nearly coughed up the exhaled smoke when Caleb asked about the girl they just left back inside. ”Are you having a go at me?” This had to be some sort of joke from Caleb. Kennedy was just…Kennedy. She was like Hunter’s younger sister who liked to poke at the seams until you were at the point of annoyance. She clearly wasn’t all that bad since Hunter still hung out with her.
”Seriously?” he gave his best friend an incredulous look. He flicked the tip of his cigarette and watched the ashes fall to the ground. ”Well, every time I see her on her own she’s usually. I guess maybe you should…I don’t know…strive for some substance in your conversation. Try laying low on the usual material you seem to shell out on your girls.” His bar routine would not fly with Kennedy. She wasn’t some bimbo, drunk as Hell, and easy to go for the night. ”She seems to be taken a shine to this street art and vandalism. You really want to hook up with her?” Caleb and Kennedy seemed like such a crazy pair. He took another drag before going on. ”How about you go in and try picking her brain without taking a jab at her. You see how much she can dish out. Try surprising her, she won’t be able to handle it.”
NOTES:SONG Not Nineteen Forever TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 30, 2012 1:46:37 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
Kennedy wasn't truly driven by hate, but she did have a lot of things worked up within her. Whether this was really a problem of life of death wasn't really a question. She cracked a smile as Caleb joked that she would be liable to kill one of them. "Probably you," she responded back, giving a smirk. "Hunter doesn't nearly have the abilities you possess in grinding on nerves," Kenny countered, a smirk on her face. While Hunter definitely had the ability to be annoying, he was a lot like an older brother. Hence, he would more than likely be spared should she go on a killing spree.
Hunter had argued that she couldn't survive jail life. He was probably right, but she simply gave a shrug and a mischievous smirk. Especially as he flushed almost immediately after she suggested a more "appropriate" drawing for her companions. "Oh, no. I would never," she said innocently, her face looking much like a small child would while they were in the midst of lying. But then the boys left her alone inside and she pulled out her iPod, shifting through the music.
If she was absolutely quiet, she could almost make out what they were saying at the other side of the building. However, she couldn't translate the mumbles and such into actual words so she instead plugged her ears with her ear-buds, allowing the music to flow again into her brain. She briefly considered actually going through with her threat on the painting, but Kennedy decided against it. She would go through with shoving a piece of paper in Hunter's locker. Seeing as Hunter wasn't completely himself tonight, at least not as she knew him, the moment would not be as satisfying.
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Post by caleb on Dec 1, 2012 23:56:57 GMT -5
So not only was Caleb's play not working, but he was receiving death threats. Great. There was no chance he'd win this now. It made him question his womanizing skills. Maybe he wasn't the ladies man that he thought he was. Did the girls that he slept with really count? They were always either high or drunk. Mentally impaired. That meant that he probably wasn't as manipulative as he thought that he was. He wasn't as seductive. Striking out here was shaking his confidence. He wasn't drunk enough to take this level of rejection right now. But he could fix that. Caleb took another swig of his whiskey. Then there was Hunter's threat, which was a lot less worrisome. It certainly lightened the mood. "Who the fuck sleeps?" Caleb asked with a grin. He certainly didn't. He tended to pass out instead. He was always far too drunk to merely sleep. Caleb took a drag of his cigarette and shot his friend a look that said that he was completely serious. Of course he wanted Kennedy. He thought he'd made it clear. This was for the sake of conquest, and he had to have her now. A psychologist would probably have had a field day with that kind of thought, but that's why he censored himself so well. And why he drank so much. "I'm serious man. She's hot. I'm surprised you haven't gone after her," he stated flatly. Caleb didn't want to open that can of worms. He knew that Hunter didn't do well with the girls, and he didn't ever press it further than that. Even if he wanted to. It was something that he didn't want to bring up. He was too afraid that he wouldn't like the answer. For all he knew, Hunter could have been gay or a eunuch. Either way, that wasn't a path that Caleb was ready to deal with. It wouldn't change his opinion of the boy, but it'd certainly require an amount of sensitivity that Caleb couldn't manufacture at the moment. Caleb sighed and took another drag of his cigarette. "Substance? People like that? Well fuck," he joked. In all seriousness, he hated substance. He wasn't about emotional depth or getting to know people. That was a waste of time in most cases. He hit it and quit it. If he was going to get to know someone, it meant that he wanted to keep them around. And why would he want to keep around someone that he'd already slept with? There wasn't a point. But it was worth a shot this time around. He was out of his own ideas. It was nice to have Hunter to turn to for advice, because they certainly thought differently, and those contrasting views were great for problem solving. Something that Caleb apparently couldn't do tonight. "Any reason I shouldn't hook up with her?" he asked, curious as to why this was so surprising to the thunder.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 2, 2012 14:32:34 GMT -5
”Hot?” Kennedy by no means looked like some mountain troll, but hot? Hunter never really thought of her in that way. He had met her when she just entered the Academy as a fourteen year old. Just because she was a year younger than him that didn’t stop her from talking to him in the common room whenever he swung by. Naturally she continued to pop up every once in a while until Hunter stopped questioning it. She was….just Kennedy.”Kennedy is like a sister man. The kind that always bugs you to do stuff when you’re busy or goes through your phone and changes all the names around.” He left out that parts where he might have embarrassed her in the hallway earlier that day or all of the other things he did as retaliation, but they were minor details. Plus they were talking about Kennedy not himself. ”I can’t date someone like that.” he explained.
Hunter’s track record at the clubs wasn’t even worth comparing to Caleb’s. His record would be more suitable compared to a young teenage boy freshly introduced to the horrors of puberty. Rumors spread around town that Hunter had high standards and the boy rolled with it. It was better than the truth. Hunter’s problem was that he got too caught up in talking to an attractive girl even before it ever happens. He got so trapped in his head and freaked himself out. He had no game. Caleb’s confidence and swagger was almost crippling at parties. Countless amounts of time Hunter watched Caleb get with some of the hottest girls no matter how shit faced he was. Honestly he could probably be throwing up in the corner than mosey out with someone. Did he even remember half the girls he hooked up with? It would be fun to see Kennedy try and bat away Caleb.
”Yeah you might have to try with this one. Try sharing some of that whiskey with her to loosen her up first.” Hunter was half joking on this one. Kennedy didn’t seem like the kind of person who would drink a lot, especially not something as harsh as whiskey. She was young though. Maybe one day soon she’d blossom into a beautiful drunk social butterfly, stumbling through the streets as she spread her wings. She should try it sometime. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. A drunken Kennedy could prove to be a fun Kennedy. ”Actually, seriously get her drunk. I’ll sit tight on the booze tonight and I’ll make sure you two don’t end up behind bars tonight.” Everyone needs a friend willing to stay sober for the greater good of others. Nine times out of ten it was Hunter whenever Caleb was involved. A drunk Caleb was more than enough reward though.
NOTES:SONG Not Nineteen Forever TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 2, 2012 16:42:52 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
The boys were most definitely conversing outside. About what, Kennedy wasn't really that concerned about. It was nice just to sit by herself indoors, even though she felt somewhat lame having opted out of being with the boys. Whatever the matter, Kennedy wasn't going to let it get to her. It wasn't like they were going to forever judge her because she didn't want to go out and smoke. Cigarette smoke just didn't work well with her, it was something that actually really bothered her. But she wouldn't tell anybody this. If they wanted to ruin their lungs, they could go right ahead.
Kennedy, out of boredom, started tapping her feet to the beat of the song. Beating out the snare, toms, and other parts on her thighs, she probably looked a bit more in place in this dark room. Dressed in the most "punk" outfit she owned, sitting against a wall with freshly painted graffiti behind her, tapping out a drum rhythm. Yeah, she probably looked like she might belong. However, she had never felt more out of place. But she would weather the night. She wouldn't let Caleb or Hunter get the pleasure of seeing her give up.
She considered simply sitting there until they got back, but she thought better of it. Instead, she went over and picked up the red, orange, and yellow spray paints and went to another portion of her wall. With the red, she started drawing arrows. Arrows pointing left, arrows pointing up, the tail ends of arrows spiraling away as she continued the artwork. She pressed the mask back to her face, the fumes making it hard for her to breath. Kennedy hoped the boys would come back in but at the same time, she hoped that they wouldn't. If they had been talking, she didn't want to find out what about.
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Post by caleb on Dec 2, 2012 19:17:19 GMT -5
Hunter's second denial that he'd ever want to get with Kennedy was only further assurance that Caleb was making a good decision by trying to get her in bed. If his friend wouldn't be hurt, then he'd go for it. He didn't even stop to consider that Hunter had platonic feelings for the girl and wanted to protect her. He didn't think that people felt that way. After all, Caleb was always trying to get his friends laid, and he thought that he was doing them favors, so for people wanting to protect people's innocence would just be bizarre for him. Luckily, Hunter didn't seem to mind Caleb's scheming. He never did. Caleb loved that about the thunder. While certain other friends didn't approve of all of his actions, Hunter always seemed ready to support him however he could. The boy opened his house to Caleb for Christ's sake. No other friend would do that for him, and Caleb wouldn't even expect them to. Hunter was always one to go above and beyond, and that was wonderful about him. "That's fair, I guess," he replied as Hunter said he'd never be able to date Kennedy. But again, who said anything about dating? How had it not occurred to Caleb to get Kennedy drunk yet? That just didn't make sense. It was his go to every other night. God, tonight was not Caleb's night for thinking. But Hunter's consent to make this happen and help however he could were fantastic. He loved Hunter to death for these kind of things. "I'll be sure to try," he said, taking a last puff of his cigarette and throwing the butt on the ground, extinguishing it with his heel. "Does she even drink? She doesn't seem like the type." It was funny that he was saying things "the type" when that just meant his type. The type of person who would hang around with him and get into trouble, and sleep around, and drink to excess for the sake of drinking to excess. "You're the best, dude." Hunter was willing to babysit as Caleb put the moves on one of his other friends. That was true sacrifice. Caleb loved this boy more than anyone else in the world. And while he'd never admit it, he tried to make it pretty obvious. "Should we get back inside?" he asked his friend. He didn't want to keep the girl waiting. "I got an idea for a play. Mind following along?" That's what Caleb was good at. If he had enough time to clear his head and have a cigarette, he tended to be able to come up with a decent way to get a girl into bed. He was a player through and though, and damn proud of it. He never understood why people wanted monogamy when they could just whore around the way he did. It didn't seem worth it, to chain yourself to one person all the time. But that wasn't his problem. As long as he continued to get laid, that was all that mattered, and he was going to make sure that Kennedy was the next notch on his headboard.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 3, 2012 13:07:19 GMT -5
Hunter filtered through some hazy memories as he tried to pick out who he had seen at parties. There were the usual culprits like Caleb, Rowena, Makism, Parker. The list seemed almost endless. No Kennedy though, not that he could remember well enough. If she had gone out he was sure she would have come up to him at one point just to embarrass him. ”Yeah, that’s the thing, I’ve never been to a party with her. Not really sure how she’s going to handle her booze.” ’All the more reason to proceed with the idea, he thought. Before he could finish, Hunter flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and put it out with his shoe. The urge had been curbed by his first drag. Hunter had to be careful not to get truly addicted to the damn things. Grace would start asking too many questions or even take up the habit herself. No way was he going to be the reason she picked that up.
Hunter simply shrugged off the compliment. He knew he was a rare breed when it came to passing on the torch to others. The Thunder enjoyed it just as much when his friend’s had good time, so nothing was ever really lost for him. ”Of course man,” he said. He’d help Caleb out as much as his moral compass would allow. If there was a point in the night where he had to remind his buddy that a drunken ‘no’ still means ‘no’ then he'd separate the two. He could teased Kennedy all he liked, but he wasn’t going to completely throw her to the wolves. Secretly he hoped there wouldn’t be a problem so he didn’t have to draw the line in the sand between his two friends. Following Caleb’s lead, he ventured back into the rundown building.
Looks like Kennedy spent her free time well. Clearly she could entertain herself while the boys were away. How Hunter didn’t laugh his ass off that the scene awaiting them was beyond him. Kennedy was up against the wall jamming out to her music while using her legs as drums. Hunter knew enough about drumming to know she was doing nothing fancy of the sort. ”Look at you! You’re so punk rock. Can I call you Avril now?” he teased. Her new piece looked pretty ill though. He’d give her that. He went over to his stash and picked up his light blue and black. He had work to do, and it was probably better to hang back until Caleb dropped some kind of signal on what his plan was.
NOTES:NEW SONG TAG: Kennedy and Caleb
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 3, 2012 20:45:17 GMT -5
make the world move
let me hear that future sound
Kennedy had gone back to her drumming when Caleb and Hunter walked back in. She probably would have stopped before they had, but the music was still at her running volume. Which meant she'd only be able to hear loud voices or a honking horn. However, she was able to catch Hunter's voice as he teased her over her moment. She pulled the cords out of her ear, pulling her iPod out of her pocket and clicking it off, rolling her eyes at Hunter. Avril? Hardly, but she might as well play along with it. "Miss Lavigne to you, rookie," Kennedy replied, her voice taking on the tone the singer might use in real life nowadays.
She glanced back at her graffiti work, which had turned out fairly impressive. Hunter went over and grabbed the black and the light blue, heading back to his wall. Kennedy wondered what they boys had talked about, seeing as the conversation seemed to die as soon as they came back into the building. She glanced at Caleb, then back at her friend, trying to calculate what they were plotting. We're they going to ditch her but decided not too? Made an agreement not to bring her again? Maybe Hunter was upset with his friend trying to put the moves on his "little sister"? She didn't really know, but she had a feeling she would soon find out.
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Post by caleb on Dec 4, 2012 22:18:53 GMT -5
Kennedy definitely wasn't the party type, but if anyone would know whether she showed up to the scene once or twice, it'd be Hunter. And apparently she didn't. That was a little disappointing. Maybe the two of them could break the girl into the scene, just like they'd apparently broken the girl into graffiti. She was a natural at vandalism, so self-destruction was the obvious next step. A step toward Caleb's side. He believed that he knew how to live better than the regular folks who abstained from the rock and roll lifestyle that he lived by, and he felt that those who treated life the way he did were enlightened. It wasn't something that you just jumped into. You had to be enlightened. And Caleb was the perfect person to bring the girl into the world. As if reading his best friend's mind, Caleb declared "all the more reason, right?" The two seemed to be completely in sync sometimes, and Caleb absolutely loved that. Hunter was one of the only people who thought the way that Caleb did, even if he wasn't on as severe a path of destruction as Caleb was. They were bros, and that was what mattered most.
As they walked back inside, Kennedy was drumming away, and Hunter called her Avril. Caleb eyed the boy with a questioning smirk. "Dude, that reference is so dated," he said with a laugh. Kennedy was going along with it though, and Caleb was trying to play nice with her, so he'd have to tread lightly on teasing her as much as he did Hunter. It didn't matter too much, as long as his next few moves went well. And, after all, when did he fail? Never. Well, unless the girl was sober. Or unless she had some kind of bizarre moral compass, or worshiped a god that must have hated him, because the deity demanded abstinence. God was the worst cockblock. "Nice art," Caleb praised the girl, upon glancing at her latest creation. The girl had so much raw talent for someone who didn't do this often. It was impressive. More impressive than anything Caleb would ever do. Not that he'd ever work hard at anything. His lack of talent for things was based on his own apathy.
"Yo, miss Lavigne. Sidebar?" Caleb asked, walking toward the girl with a bottle in hand. As he reached her, he lowered his voice so that it seemed like he was trying to keep Hunter from hearing him. In all honesty, it didn't matter whether the thunder boy heard him or not. He knew the gist of what was going down, moreso than Kennedy ever would anyway. "Listen," he started, faking shame. He was really good at that one. Maybe he was a sociopath. That was fine with him. "I've been treating you like a piece of meat, and," he looked back to Hunter as if the thunder was the one who enlightened Caleb to the fact that he was a pig. Good guy Hunter, looking out for the girl. As if. "And I'm really sorry for that. I was wondering if we could start fresh?" he asked, taking a small swig from his bottle. After all, he had to save a lot for her. "It'd mean a lot to me."
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