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Post by ` joshua chase on Aug 9, 2009 13:14:57 GMT -5
The weather was compliant. He had not excuse not to exit the apartment, other than a quaint depression. Poised by the window, JC was gazing absent-mindedly out. Cleary, he was not admiring the sky. He was busy pondering whether he ought call his father or not, and at the same time deciding not to. Every time he contemplated this, memories of his rather jumbled past came rushing on. This caused him to dwell deeper in his history. Whenever he looked back on the best days of his life, he was reminded he saw them on TV. There really was not much on the bright side in his past. A mother with schizophrenia, a dad sending him away to boarding school, him falling in with the wrong crowd, working as a security guard… Wow, he was fucked up real bad. As quick as that thought stroke, he desperately tried to escape it. But once thought, wishing it away did not help. It stayed there, copying that ridiculous ‘do-not-think-of-polar-bears’ anecdote.
Blinking, the tall male withdrew from the curtains, letting them fall over the dusty window. Nostalgia was not one of his major characteristics. It was starting to cramp his style, this recent dwelling on the past. Rolling his shoulder tentatively, his eyes brushed the room before he continued into the living room, pulling a white t-shirt over his head as he went. Somewhere in the couch he found a fresh pair of socks, and sat down to get fully dressed. No sooner had he sat down did he spring up again, cursing. Turning, the can of beer came into view. Uttering yet another unspeakable word, he tore of his pants and changed in the bedroom. Despite noticing his jeans had managed to obtain yet another cut around the knee – in all likelihood whilst its possessor lay half-drunk somewhere – JC soon found his way outside, locking the door carelessly behind him. All the mess locked safely inside. There for the cleaning lady to take care of in… Glancing at his wristwatch, he allowed a gentle smile to ripple his features. A quarter and counting.
About twenty minutes later he was strolling by the road parallel to the ocean, dreamily gazing across the blinking surface. With no current girlfriend – or real friend, come to think of it – he had far too much time at his hands. Had he had more money he would have travelled more. See Europe. He had never been there. The closest he had been was a British girl he had met some years previous; her accent had been appealing. The muscular man continued his sauntering, his dog on the beach to his left. Even thought the weather was good, there was a strong wind coming in. A sign of winter. Therefore, few people crowded the sand. It gave him the opportunity to let Aggro run about at the water’s edge. Lifting his head, the questions cramming his brain about when he would be social again resurfacing, he spotted a girl up ahead… And she was busy head-planting in the asphalt. Rushing forward, JC lounged out and managed to grab her waist and shoulders in time. Pulling her back up, he grinned, “Wow, that would seriously have hurt.” [/font]
WORD COUNT: 537
NOTES: Hope you don't mind me forcing that introduction there. x)
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Post by Carson Owens on Aug 10, 2009 0:13:28 GMT -5
"I got your runaway smile in the piggy bank baby..."
It wasn't every day Carson had moments like this... It was a good day, until she got up... Well okay, she had a few good minutes after that, but mostly what she could remember sucked... It all started when she fell in the shower... Stupid new soap her dad got her was oily... Oil of Olay or some crap... Well it slicked up the tub bottom after she used it, and though it did wonder's on her skin, it sucked with her klutzy persona... She slipped, banged her head, and she could have sworn she'd twisted her ankle.. Not to mention she'd cut herself with the razor, in mid shave when the bad luck came on...
After that.. she'd spilled her cereal all over her previous outfit, which was probably a good thing, because after she changed, she liked this outfit better.. She'd fallen just outside the door, and thank god had bandaids in the truck or her new jeans would have blood all over the knees... Now she was being chased by a dog... Well she thought it was still behind her.. She wasn't the best runner... but she'd gotten a little better with her constant exercising.. and injuries... She'd forced herself to..
And that's when she ruined the moment..
Just when she thought she was homeward bound and safe, she found a crack in the cement... In a flash, her world had gone from seeing if the dog was still chasing, to meeting the ground face first.. Face plants were normal.. How many stitches had she had in the last year for this? But... as if by some angel, she didn't meet the concrete... She yelled loudly, frozen by fear, as some soft grip slowly lifted her to steady posture... She blinked, bewildered, and then let her soft grey eyes land on the guy who'd saved her..
"Oh.. geez.. I'm sorry.." She whipped quickly, stumbling slightly, to see if the dog was there... No sign of it.. Turning slowly, she looked back to the guy, and blushed brightly.. "I'm so sorry.. totally didn't see you.. did I hurt you?" Okay.. totally not the question she should be asking right now.. With the adrenaline and fear pumping blood faster through her veins then ever, her voice was an octave higher and shaky... She inhaled deeply to calm herself, and then looked around, taking a step away from him, checking her path as she did to avoid another fall.. Which is why she missed the other one..
Falling on her ass, she grumbled something incoherently, and sat up.. "God... I'm such a clutz.." Helping herself from the ground, not sure if he was helping at all, she dusted her jeans off, and sighed.. This was normal. She grinned up at him and laughed.. "I'm the biggest idiot ever, right? I mean.. do you know how many people bother to save me? No.. they just take pictures of me.. while I'm bleeding to death... hah.." She checked herself again, and blinked.. How rude of her..
"Oh.. I"m Carson.. thanks for saving me..."
Tag: Josh
Outfit: Dark wash jeans, skinny, knees torn out. White tank under a light grey sweater, half zipped.
Lyrics: "Heels Over Head" by Boys Like Girls
Word Count: 606
Other: Nah.. tis fine... lol
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Post by ` joshua chase on Aug 10, 2009 17:12:51 GMT -5
Upon seeing her starting forward, it went all on instinct. He noticed and before he had the possibility to ponder what to do, he was behind her, straightening her fragile body. He was trying to grab her in a comfortable way, instead of just groping around and tearing her back on her feet. It seemed to be successful. She was very light, so pulling her back up offered him no problems whatsoever. It was almost like straightening a cardboard. This was not the reason he was this muscular – him saving random people from face-planting – but it sure did not hurt to be. Even if she had been hundred pounds heavier he would have tried, yet that attempt might not have turned out so successful. Hopefully he would never have to find out how it felt to try, fail, and end up pressing the person he was trying to save deeper into the asphalt. Ouch.
When she apologized, he laughed softly. “You shouldn’t have to be sorry,” JC assured her, silently amused by her suddenly reddening face. “That was just plain unlucky.” He almost started that last sentence with ‘face it’, but found that to be a bit too much of a pun-intended moment. He didn’t do pun-intended moments well. His arms were still on her shoulders, for no other reason than to steady her, yet she inched backward quickly. He had probably freaked her out by being so close. Some people just didn’t handle that from strangers very well. Which was probably a good thing, all in all. Not soon after he regretted having let her go, however, as she managed to fall. On her butt this time. “I think that fall was meant to be,” he said, reaching out to help her up. “But I guess falling on your ass is better than the face.”
Tilting his head slightly to the side on her klutz-comment, JC nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” He found he preferred her laughing side to her blushing side, though the blush had been pretty darn charming too. Even though she had backed up a few feet, he was still close enough to make out her every feature. And what he saw was to his liking. Actually, she was downright attractive. Had it not been for the klutz-factor, he’d probably call her sexy. Remembering how intense his eyes were, he resolved to scan for Aggro. The four-legged creature was having a lot of fun playing with the incoming waves, so he didn’t bother calling him in. That dog never did a good first impression anyway.
“Well, I don’t have a picture-phone.. If I had, I’d be tempted. Seriously, that first one could have been one epic face-plant.” Grinning his award-winning smile, the tall man winked jokingly. “But I could hardly stand back and watch a nice girl like you hit the asphalt, could I?” This was not entirely true. If this had happened in his younger years, with his gang watching, JC would not only have let it happen, he would join the chorus of laughter around. Wow, he really was happy that fake-pretend part of his life was over. “Nice to meet you, Carson. I’m Joshua. But just call me Josh.” He offered his hand. She had an unusual name, he couldn’t quite picture her as a Carson. Carson felt more male. But this girl certainly wasn’t a guy. And who was he to judge people’s names anyway; him and his brother had been named after Biblical characters. “So, are you heading home, or can you help me walk my dog?” [/font]
WORD COUNT: 601
NOTES: Haha, I'm forcing a charming side here.. It's interesting. (:
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Post by Carson Owens on Aug 10, 2009 17:43:40 GMT -5
"Gunna cash it right in for a new mercedes...."
She couldn't help but laught at his blunt honesty. It was true, because if it had be her, watching from another perspective, she'd probably have laughed too... and then, knowing Carson, she'd feel guilty and go help the person. It just worked that way. She'd never be cruel and cool anyways... too clumbsy.. She'd choke laughing, and that'd be the end of her.. She reached for her pocket.. "Well I have one... I could easily redo that, without you catching me, and you'll have a great video.. just get that dog to chase me..." Okay.. so she had a slight problem with big, angry dogs... Sometimes they didn't even have to be angry... just overly playful and wanting to run with her, and she'd scream and book it in the opposite direction...
It all started when she got chased by that doberman way back in the 5th grade. Since then, she'd never been the same. She nodded at his name.. "Josh.. that's simple, and not something I can overly stutter on, so I like it..." She laughed again, and dusted the small particles of concrete and grass off her jeans, and then tossed him a look. "You know... you look familiar.. and even though half the time I'm looking at the ground.. or hospital furniture, I know I've seen you before..." She squinted her eyes for a second, as if digging around in her thick skull (it has to be for as many times she's banged it off something) for an explanation... She got nothing, so waited for him to give her some options.
"Of course, if you go around saving people all day, it's no surprise I have seen you before... just got a concussion, and don't remember you until now.." She shrugged. It was feasable. She gave him a small smile, rolling her grey eyes to the sky.. The dog.. it was his? He was looking at it like it was his just moments ago... how could she tell? Well she had a cat... and when you're a pet owner and you think you've lost one, you have that frantic gaze until you see it.. Then it temporarily aleviates when you spot the animal. So, he had a dog? Did that make him an animal lover? Well either way, she found that a great trait to find in someone.. Kendall hated animals... and sometimes she hated him for it..
Actually, she'd not thought of Kendall until now. Sometimes she had a bad habit of comparing Kendall and other guys together... weird but true. However, she forgot about Kendall when she looked Josh over. Talk about hunk... He was stacked.... but not in a hulkish way... Those eyes are what got her... a silvery blue mix of gorgeous... she could drown in those oceans... And that hair.. though it was shorter, it was just long enough to run fingers through it and get a decent amount of enjoyment from it... He was gorgeous in all meanings of the word, and she found herself grinning goofily at him as she thought about it longer..
When she felt the saliva in her mouth multiply, she ripped her eyes from him, snapping back to the present.. Where he could notice what she was doing... Had he? She looked him over, and realized he probably didn't, and then stuffed her slender hands into her pockets, making the skintight material bulge and pull in a strange direction... "Well... before you caught me? I was just going to get some breakfast, since I ruined my cereal... but by now, it's lunch time.. I mean.. I'm not really hungry anymore... just something to do.. I'll help you walk your dog... He seems... nice?..."
God.. quit the rambling.. She was horrible at this. Why was she acting this way... Well now that she thought about it, she acted this way when she first met kendall... was she being giddy and weird because she thought he was attractive.. Well she couldn't say crushing.. He was.. older? And.. she didn't know anything about him.. Hey.. age was just a number.. and Kendall hadn't called in over a week.. supposedly off on some sort of private college trip... However, she'd seen him on Myspace.. Weren't they supposed to not have computers.. phones.. technology?
She fell quiet thinking about this, her brow furrowed in confusion, her lip pouted. She hated when she started questioning the relationship... well it wasn't really a relationship anymore... but she hated questioning Kendall. He'd been "good" to her thus far... gifts like her car and such... but something was off... So many female friends on his Myspace... strange emails.. It was getting to untrustworthy for her...
She'd have to ask him about it... But right now, she was enjoying Josh.. Ripping her attention back, she looked up at him, catching those deep blue eyes, which were sparkling in even the dull light that was out today, and adjusted her hair from her face, the twisted, curly mass of hair in her fingertips stealing her attention for a moment as she pulled it.
Refocusing on him, she gave a tiny, nervous smile...
Tag: Josh
Outfit: Dark wash jeans, skinny, knees torn out. White tank under a light grey sweater, half zipped.
Lyrics: "Heels Over Head" by Boys Like Girls
Word Count: 971
Other: hehe.. I like the charming part... XD... Longest post ever!
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Post by ` joshua chase on Aug 11, 2009 19:23:41 GMT -5
He was not exactly sure why he, of all the options open to him, had chosen to invite her on a walk with his dog. How lame was that. Not only did he invite her on a walk with the dog, he used the word ‘help’. If there were some things no-one could help him with, Aggro made the top of that list. Perhaps due to his breed, the dog felt absolutely no attachment to other humans than JC, and had yet to even halfly listen to some other voice begging him over. It always made the owner laugh, when a girl or someone he had talked to for a while tried to call the canine. It was almost like Aggro completely ignored them. Sometimes JC wondered if it was on purpose or not. Certainly a cat-like behaviour. Whenever it happened, and he started laughing, the person doing the calling fixed him with a slightly hurt look. As if not being able to make a dog come over was the end of the world. Well, one simply did not shout at a Czechoslovakian wolfdog. A sense of pride followed, of course, since he had trained that impossible creature. All by himself. His greatest feat. Which to some might sound like complete and utter failure at life in general. To JC it was the most important thing in the whole world.
Judging from what she said about getting the dog to chase her, JC feared she might be afraid of dogs. That would never work out, really. It almost started saddening him prior to finding out if it was true or not, as if the thought itself was unbearable. So he was quite pleasantly surprised she agreed to it. Especially because her expression conveyed a certain hint of uneasiness. Grinning at her rather unconvincing comment, JC replied, “He’s a good enough guy when you get to know him. That’s the main problem tho’, I gotta admit that.” Casting another glance at Aggro, he decided to wait. “He’s having way too much fun to greet you right now.” With an apologetic look at her, he added, “I’m sure he’ll realize he’s missing out on something great.”
This was a bit too flirty, even for him. Admittedly, he liked to flirt. And he could lay it pretty thick. It was not unlike him to be flirting with several women at the same time; that is, over the same period of time, not in a large group. That would be supremely awkward. Besides, once it was a relationship with mutual agreement, then he didn’t test the water elsewhere. He was a faithful guy, though most didn’t pin that on him. Maybe that was also the main reason he tended to have short-lived relationships. It was not always him, but often the idea the girl had of him. This did not mean he had not had flings, or one-night-stands, or friends with benefits, but in advance this needed to be pretty clear to both parts. If it evolved, then it did. If it faded away, then it did. Not that he expected anything of the girl by his side. He had saved her minutes ago. Yes, he found her attractive. No, he did not know if she was available to be courted. He would have to find that one out.
But later. Now he could answer her half-question about where she had seen him before. “Well, I’m a security guard at the artsy-school – you know, the one with the dancing and acting and writing and drawing and whatnot. It’s called… Chicago School of Performing and Visual Arts. That’s the one.” He was quite pleased with finally having remembered the name. It tended to slip from his mind. “It’s ok if you think that’s pathetic. I mean, nothing bad ever happens on that school. Teenagers are behaving much better now than when I was one…” Having said that, he drifted a bit, staring hard in front of them, his jaw clenched. “Anyway… I walk around the area. So maybe you either saw me in passing, or maybe you’re attending?” In which case she was a lot younger than him. Oh well. Things could be worse. “But hey, you said you were hungry? I guess we can walk to a place to grab a bite?” [/font]
WORD COUNT: 718
NOTES: Sorry for the wait! Time-difference + work = sucky. (;
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Post by Carson Owens on Aug 11, 2009 23:26:41 GMT -5
"You were worth a hundred thousand miles.. But you wouldn't stay a while..."
She still didn't know the dogs name, and was lucky she remembered Josh's... "What's his name?" she asked, blunt and to the point.. He was splashing around in a low tide right about now, barking at either his shadow, or some poor defensless fish stuck in the current. She giggled at her explanation, and then turned back to Josh wish misty grey eyes, awaiting his answer. It was probably something cool.. like... Spike.. or Rambo.. She had a black cat named Snickers.. it didn't really make sense to her either..
Snickers candy bars were brown... duh... Oh well...
So, he worked at the school? Wow.. "OH! NO... that's not pathetic.. I actually go there.. art.. It's funny... I'm clumbsy every where else but there... I'm actually pretty good, if I do say so myself.. Senior.." She gave a soft chuckle.. Security guard? No wonder he was built like he was. She felt her cheeks over heat at that thought, and looked around them to bide the time it took for the blush to dissapate. When she returned, she offered him her best smile.. "OH.. well okay... if your dog doesn't mind.. or we could take him home.. whichever you'd like.."
We... She kept saying we like they were an item... together.. Which wasn't the fact, though with his good looks and charm, she'd not mind that.. OH! Damn.. there she went again, so simply, and rather rudely, forgetting about Kendall. Why hadn't he called yet? Checking her phone for his last call, which was over two weeks ago, she pouted.. "Why are guys so complicated?" she suddenly blurted out, looking at him with a rather confused, aggravated expression...
He was a guy... maybe he had an answer...
Kendall was so infuriating lately. He didn't answer his phone... and.. he didn't call when he was supposed to.. She'd not even gotten a letter, when she had written him twice a month.. that's every two weeks if you calculate it right... It was so aggravating trying to live a one sided relationship.. Wait.. did she just say that.. Her eyes immediately flooded when she realized her thougth pattern, and then she pushed the tears back.. Don't you dare cry in front of him... she demanded of herself, pulling herself together..
"Can I ask you something.. Let's say you have this.. girlfriend... but... she lives farther away.. very far away, actually. But of course, they have means of getting to you whenever they want.. and.. Suddenly, they don't call, don't answer their phone.. don't write.. no emails... like they're forgetting you or something.. What would you think?" She pouted, looking up at him.. "Because.. right now I'm feeling that way about a certain someone.. One sided relationships suck.. and I'm fixing to end it.." Reaching for her phone, she began dialing quickly..
When he didn't answer, she grumbled, and began texting..
"I don't lyk u nemore. Dnt wrry bout me. I'm betr w/o u. Goodbye." She texted quickly, for as clumbsy and uncoordinated as she was. When the text was sent, she shut her phone off, and shoved it back into her pocket. Dumbass. Maybe that would wake him up. She hated doing things like that.. Right now she wanted to cry, but oh no! Kendall wasn't ruining her day again.. not this time.. She had a new set of eye candy, and she'd enjoy it... "Does he not answer you? When you call him... the dog?" she asked, pouting softly as she snapped back to present day life.
Smiling sweetly, she met his gaze again..
Tag: Josh
Outfit: Dark wash jeans, skinny, knees torn out. White tank under a light grey sweater, half zipped.
Lyrics: "Heels Over Head" by Boys Like Girls
Word Count: 723
Other: lol.. tis okay..
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Post by ` joshua chase on Aug 12, 2009 5:56:29 GMT -5
“You’re good with names, aren’t you?” he smiled, knowing full well many had that problem. “You know… if you tend to forget names like, ten seconds after they were introduced, it might be because you’ve sorta decided it in advance? I mean… the same with the klutz-thing.” Here he stopped briefly and winked at her. “Keep telling yourself you’re a klutz, and guess what? You’re gonna keep klutzing around.” Hah! He, Joshua Chase, was holding an inspirational speech! Caleb would be impressed. Or, if not impressed, he would be worried JC had really gone completely bollocks. “Focus, and all that shit. Just know that you can do it.” This was interesting. He was telling her to do what he had failed to do all his life. “And yeah, my dog’s name is Aggro. As in, aggressive.” Still smiling from his little pep-talk earlier, he hastily added, “He’s not though. Aggressive, that is. But I guess it’s an easy way to remember it.” He normally had quite a hard time convincing people that Aggro was just one big puppy, because he was not. Once, Josh had seen him tear a sofa apart. Not his sofa, mind. That would be ridiculous.
So she was studying art? Had it not been for her attractiveness, his interest would have waned in a second. He had met countless art-freaks, even dated a new-age girl, and it was always an insufferable time. Something about how everything suddenly had meaning, down to the tiniest little speck of paint. It nagged him to the core of his soul. Then again, he rarely judged people on behalf of what their interest where, rather what they did with it. She might be ruddy good at painting, and as long as she wasn’t the type to go into lengths about how the horizontal lines signified the end of the earth, he’d be ok with it. “Then maybe I can see something you’ve done? Do you do abstract or… well, what do you do? I’m no good at art.” Senior.. Senior meant she was probably eighteen. Mkay.
Rubbing his temple, he mentally started as she mentioned home. Did she mean her home or his home? It was tempting to just jump on the offer. On the other hand… He was living in Caleb’s apartment. And though he so far hadn’t brought a girl, he estimated his brother wouldn't approve. “Oh, the dog doesn’t mind. He’s been out for a while now, and we took a jog earlier…. So what do you feel like? There’re countless restaurants still serving lunch. I’m not that used to this place yet, but it can’t be so different from the rest of the States.” Another grin sneaked onto his features. “And if there’s something all Americans need, it’s a big, fat lunch. Everybody knows that.”
Her next question caught him totally unawares, and he had to recap what he had said to see where it came from. “We’re not, actually…” he started, threading carefully here. She was pouting, it was sudden... From his experience, those were some major warning signs. So maybe she was artistically emotional too. Oh my, he’d had enough of those. And this had started so well! Stopping, he looked at her. And saw she had glassy eyes. Her eyes were starting to seep over. “Hm… ok… Did I saw something wrong?” Hadn’t he been surprisingly kind during their conversation? A sense of minor aggravation rose within him, but he managed to stop it. This happened too many times. He was being nice, and people stepped all over him. Wasn’t it time he learnt?
Then she started a hypothesis, and he realized she wasn’t talking about him at all, but someone completely different. So she had some relationship problem. A slightly worried frown appeared, and he listened. “First off, I wouldn’t have a long distance relationship.” That wasn’t very helpful, was it? “But if I did, and that happened… I’d assume the worst. Seriously, no contact... That’s a major warning sign. In any kind of relationship.” He was standing in front of her now, and he could feel his brutal honest bubbling up. “I’d say that’s... cheater-potential. Big one.” After having said it, he made a pained grimace. He hated being the one to break the news… But if this was her relationship... Then maybe she wouldn’t have that relationship much longer.
Her phone was in her hand within seconds, calling. Heaving a sigh, JC stepped a bit to the side and resolved to look at Aggro, playing about. He met a girl and got caught up in the drama of teenagers. Goddamnit. Lifting a hand, he let his fingers glide through his short hair, the other hand loosely on his hip, upper body stretching. When she spoke to him again, he turned back. A smile was back on his face in no-time. “Yeah he does.” The pride was impossible to cover. “Watch this.” Winking, he called the canine. Not soon after, as long as it took for a dog to run through the sinking sand of the beach, Aggro was by his side, ears perked and head tilted slightly to the side. “See?” he laughed to Carson, smiling fondly at his dog and ruffling the top of his head. Aggro responded by shaking the water off his back. JC lifted two hands to shield them, but it hardly helped. “Damnit!” The word almost vanished in mirth. “Sorry about that,” he said, not sorry at all. “Dogs, you know.. Do you have any animals?” [/font]
WORD COUNT: 920
NOTES: Omigod we need to shorten up! This is turning into a novel.
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Post by Carson Owens on Aug 12, 2009 18:37:02 GMT -5
"I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby..."
Okay.. so he seemed to be one of the first guys in the world to give any decent advice. Okay, besides her dad, but that didn't count.. "I actually do portaits and landscapes... I'm getting into still life now.. I like pretty things.. like sunsets... and gorgeous hunks.. which brings me to another idea.." She added, smirking devilishly, well as smoothly as she could pull off.. "I should draw you sometime.. you'd be perfect for a picture.." She laughed again, though completely serious, but trying not to seem strange..
Well that was probably already ruined when he caught her mid face plant. On that thought, she remembered an old nick name... "My cousin's used to call me skid row... for my clumbsy personality..." She paused when she realized she was flirting... Really? Wow... and she had pulled at least one line off, though she was sure someone his age would notice immediately what she was doing... Eh, at least she tried. Maybe it was time to pull out the "fail" boat and start "failing.."? Her dad always joked with her about that when she got all "i'm such a loser" on him. Her dad... ah.. one of the only men - besides Josh and her granddad - who made any sense...
The shrill whistle got her attention, and she raised her eyes from the sand below them to realize what he'd done... The dog, though appearing more wolfish in his gate, was bounding towards them... And... Dripping! She yelped when he stopped to shake off, and shielded herself as did Josh, though it didn't stop much of anything.. Wiping a drop of salty water from her forehead, she gave a soft laugh.. "Aggro.. well it fits.. I guess.. he's agressively insane.." She grinned up at him as Aggro went to dash around them by a few meters, seemingly watching her every move..
"Actually, I have a cat... I named him snickers, though I don't know why.. He's black.. with a white spot on his forhead, and socks... I guess it's because I love the candybar so much.." She shrugged slightly, and whipped around when Aggro's cold nose touched her thigh, giggling slightly... "Okay.. so now we're friends?" she asked, grinning. The dog, well the one she'd been speaking to just then, didn't seem to mind the question, and danced around them further away, eyes still on her and Josh..
"He's huge... but kinda goofy. Reminds me of my dad... but maybe he's more like you too.. If you're anything like my dad, we'll get along just fine.." Well, suggesting they spent any more time with eachother. Shoving her fingers into her jeans once more, she felt her finger slide over the cool metal of her phone, and she instantly wanted to see if Kendall had gotten her message.. She thought back to what Josh had said, about him probably being a cheater..
Josh was right.. he had to be. It made sense.. He had tons of girls on his myspace page... and phone... and probably his email as well. It slightly pissed her off, and she knew he'd come running to keep the one thing he almost had gotten to keep. She didn't want anything to do with him now, but what Kendall wanted, he got, and she didn't put it past him to make a surprise visit to ask her what the hell she was talking about...
Well she'd not be at home when he came.. Maybe she'd be with Josh...
Tag: Josh
Outfit: Dark wash jeans, skinny, knees torn out. White tank under a light grey sweater, half zipped.
Lyrics: "Heels Over Head" by Boys Like Girls
Word Count: 705
Other: Yes yes... But it makes me feel accomplished. XP
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Post by ` joshua chase on Aug 13, 2009 19:11:47 GMT -5
The one major drawback of Aggro shaking himself – despite the obvious charm – was the smell. Wet dogs simply did not smell particularly nice. It was as if something in the fur was allergic to water, and reacted by emitting a terrible stench. Now, the wolfdog wasn’t as bad as, say, a Labrador, but it was not exactly aftershave either. In the beginning, JC had been fretting – which was saying something, considering he was the guy living outside. But, as most things in life, it was something you got used to. Admittedly, had he had the choice, he’d prefer it if Aggro cleaned himself like a cat. Showering the poor canine helped then and there, but overdoing it might cause him to rot. Literally. Upon having Wikipediaed it, JC decided not to tempt that event and had cut the showering to a minimum. And a minimum in his book was, well, not much. At all.
“At least he doesn’t just sit down and look at you from a distance,” JC said, eying the dog thoughtfully. “He has his own way of showing if people are welcome or not. I guess he vouches for you.” Being accepted by the animal, no matter how ridiculous it sounded, meant a lot to JC. Humans were only good for so much, it was only a dog that would stand by you through thick and thin. And if they thought someone else was acceptable, it made for a pretty good start. “So would you consider yourself a cat-person? ‘cause some people kinda always choose just one. Personally, I like ’em both.” When he was young, they had a cat. She had been a good one, though she got grumpier with the years.
Now she was comparing him to her father. This provoked a look of surprise, and a sense of inner failure. Even if he was a man for a longer lasting relationship, JC was not quite prepared to be compared to a parent just yet. Then again, he guessed the father was preferable to the mother. He almost said he could compare her to his mother. But that would be totally off, being as his mother had been a schizophrenic and was now dead. It would, in all likelihood, just ruin the good mood they were establishing. “Hm, ok…” he mumbled, hitching his thumbs in the pocket of his jeans. Had it not been such a huge cliché, he would probably have whistled a tune too. But that was simply taking it a tad too far. He wasn’t feeling that awkward. Just a little thrown off. “You’re comparing me to your dad already?” he boldly asked, a small, highly genuine grin replacing the earlier tentative smile. “And, did you just call me a hunk a few seconds ago?” Faking a frown, he pretended to be thinking. “That’s interesting…”
Winking, Josh did nothing to lengthen the distance between the two of them. “So, are we heading to your place? Or is it a restaurant?” She had yet to respond to that. And he was beginning to get on the fresh side of things. But he would not want to ruin whatever remains of a relationship she had with her boyfriend. To JC, Carson was a girl he only just met, and his male instinct told him he liked. So far, she was proving herself an intriguing person. [/font]
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Post by Carson Owens on Aug 13, 2009 19:28:13 GMT -5
She just realized how comparing her father and Josh in the same sentence may become an insult.. "OH! Well I'm sorry if that was offending.. I was merely stating that.. you remind me of him in some ways.. like being completely relaxed, sensible, and genuine... Not like.. old and fat.." She shook her head, laughing.. "I was looking at personality.. and yes.. I would consider you a hunk.. if you were in red shorts, you'd almost reach the Hoff status, from way back when, of course.." She brushed her hair behind her ear, walking slowly with him.. The sand that was scattered over the concrete caught her attention, the soft scraping noise beneath her converse filling her ears...
She tossed him a look.. "Well my dad's probably sitting in the driveway, working on my car or something.. so Home's not the best place.. he'd freak out if I just randomly walked up with a guy I just met.. not that he's a judgemental person.. if anything, he hates judgements.. He'd just be worried more about me.. if something was wrong.." He was weird like that, always associating new friends with changes in Carson's personality.. Weird... in a lot of senses... from stirring his coffee a strange way.. to showering twice a day, no matter what.. and remaking the bed before he got into it at night..
She didn't understand him sometimes..
"I guess we can just go get a burger, or are you a vegan? I mean, I like salads too.. I'll eat anything as long as it's not something that I picture isn't supposed to be eat.. let's say squid.. Who's idea was that? 'Oh.. let's cook this and eat it.. even though it doesn't look appetizing...' Gross.." She shook her head, having laughed a moment at her impression of a sailor's voice, and then looked at Josh with a sideways glance, smirking.. "Okay.. so it's easier to forget bad things when I can be myself.. I was never myself with Kendall.. always keeping up appearances, so I didn't piss him off..."
She shrugged.. "But I don't care about that anymore..." Well there came another problem, lingering on that thought... Her father loved Kendall.. of course it was all a front of Kendall's intent.. He tried to get in with the family, and now that she was realizing his leechish ways, she wanted to kick him in the nuts, good and hard.. Bastard.. He'd ruined her in just a few months, and she'd never forgive him. She tossed a look at Josh's dog as he wound around them again, her nose gathering on her face as she scrunched it up, the smell of "wet dog" reaching her..
Ehh.. well it wasn't as bad as boy's locker-room.. That was horrid..
Tag: Josh
Outfit: Dark wash jeans, skinny, knees torn out. White tank under a light grey sweater, half zipped.
Word Count: 537.. is that shorter?
Other: Eh.. screw the lyrics...
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Post by ` joshua chase on Nov 12, 2009 18:47:42 GMT -5
Heh, old and fat? “I wouldn’t call it offending, as much as… surprising,” Josh grinned. “The part with the personality, that I can handle. I actually think I’ll take it as a compliment.” Cue wink. It was not often he got complimented for his personality. Come to think of it, had he ever, really, been complimented for his personality? His parents had probably done it, before the female one went crazy and he had a falling out with the male. Caleb had tried to do it a couple of times, but JC never managed to take stuff like that seriously when his brother said it. Not that his brother was anywhere close to being untruthful, it was just that he was… his brother. And siblings didn’t count when it came to compliments. At least, not enough.
So she would consider him a hunk? At the mention of Hoff, he stopped and burst out laughing, a surprisingly merry laughter for someone so hell-bent on being tough. “I could rock that slow-motion running, is that it?” He only barely managed to utter the sentence, as he was almost tearing up at the mention. Still grinning, he resumed his walking beside her and bumped her gently with his shoulder. “Well, newsflash, you don’t look too shabby yourself.” That wasn’t the best he could do, but his brain had suffered a minor breakdown from the sudden mirth. “If you want, I could drop some line about Pam in there, but, you know, she’s not all that great. To be frank, I’d prefer you. I bet you’d make a good life-guard.” Hopefully that didn’t come out too smug. His mood was too good to filter properly.
Of course, she still lived with her parents. That made so much sense it annoyed JC he hadn’t thought of it before. And just annoyed him, in general. Parents could be terribly nosy. Especially when they occupied the same house. There really was not limit to how pesky and proddy they could be. Now, JC had not been the model child, but from what he’d gathered later, almost every teenager detested their parents. To whatever degree they saw fit. Him, he’d been ok with it to a certain point, and then his life had just flipped over. “Well, that fits then, ‘cause I want you for myself.” Also, he was not the guy fathers were happy their girls brought with them. He was definitely not the one they saw their cute little kiddo with. He could make a good impression, but somehow it got broken at some point. It was darn annoying then, to see the same fathers allow their ladies go out with a real ass-twat, as long as he behaved like a decent fellow in front of them.
“I’m definitely no vegan,” he said, squinting a bit in the sun. “I need to train to feel alive, and I need proteins to train. Nuts just won’t do. So burger sounds good. Let’s just walk there.” Her little squid-anecdote made him laugh again, though not quite as loudly as previously. “You know, I think you’re the most fun I’ve had in a looong while.” It was all genuine. She made him smile, and not in a pretentious way. “Though you should work on your sailor-accent. Yarrrr.”
Then she started talking about this guy again. It didn’t make JC’s smile falter, however. She did not seem so set on the man from what she had said, and he was not easily intimidated. Besides, she was walking with him by the beach, not this Kendall-person. An odd name, come to think of it. “Jeez, he seems like a real charmer. How did you two meet anyway?” Aggro chose this point to whoosh between them, tail brushing Carson’s leg. The dog was making sure they were where he wanted them to be, then continued onwards, intent on scouting ahead. [/font]
WORD COUNT: 648
NOTES: That took me a couple of months, eh? :D
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Post by Carson Owens on Nov 26, 2009 12:49:51 GMT -5
  Well he was an interesting one, she'd give him that. She looked at him through the corner of her eye at his comment about wanting her all for himself. She found herself dazed after that, not really sure what she was doing for a moment. However, she snapped back after a moment, and caught his comment about needing meat to keep his muscles up.. Well that made sense.. Carson was no physical trainer.. no way, but she knew that you had to have a decent amount of protein in your diet to keep up your workout and get the results you wanted.
Obviously, she failed at muscle production. There was hardly any on her, in fact, but she made due with what she had. She wasn't a powerhouse like the girls on any of the athletic teams, but she wasn't a weakling either. If she had anything going for her, even through her clumsy habits, she had some speed. She could run, though she had to work extra hard not to fall so she didn't hurt herself, with which in example, hadn't happened today.
Of course that would mean she'd not have fell into JC's life.
Wow.. well she wasn't even sure talking to him would continue after this, but she was sure she'd see him after this.. He was... around a lot according to their previous discovery. She smirked when he mentioned Pamela Anderson and how she wasn't too bad herself.. Well if he said so.. She gave a slight scoff and shook her head, stumbling sideways as the dog shoved between them, wacking her with his tail on the way by. She gave a grin, and sighed.. "Well I mean.. that's a compliment.. because she has.. amazing boobs right, even though they're fake.. and.. I think she has pretty eyes." Why was she even talking about this?
Shaking her current grin off of her face, she gave him a confused look, raising her brows and blinking rapidly a few times, and then yanked her thoughts back down to earth... She was talking to a guy... one of the first in a long time since Kendall... Speaking of that.. "Oh.. he's an ass. I don't even know why I put up with him. My dad loves him though.. We met way back when I was a kid.. and we were friends first, but he's two years old..." She sighed.. "He worked with dad a lot, always seeming to be a "star" in dad's book.. I moved to Chicago from LA a while after that, but when we got older, we decided to date.. and.. that kinda went rough.. still is, but I'm tired of him.. Think I'm going to call it quits.. no one deserves to be treated like he treats me some days.." Carson gave a sigh and shrugged..
"But eh.. that's life.. Can't win or lose when you need or want to." Stuffing her hand in her pockets, she gave JC a grin and looked up at him, her head turned to the side to get a better view. Maybe this was a sign? Maybe this was a sign that life was due to be better sometime soon. She looked away for a moment to look both ways at the cross walk they'd reached, leaving the beach behind them. The dog seemed a little disgruntled at their departure, and she gave JC a sideways glance, walking towards the other sidewalk.. "So is he just going to hang on the beach while we eat?" she asked, the sight of the buger joint up ahead catching her vision...
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Post by ` joshua chase on Dec 1, 2009 17:38:57 GMT -5
“You… think Pam has nice eyes?” The comment got her a disbelieving, albeit humorous look from the young man. Few people would say that, yet he suspected that of someone would, that someone would be a female. Because the guys… Well, they weren’t really looking at her face, that fact was certain. Or, maybe they were. If they watched the series regularly, then at some point the bouncing must get nauseating. JC himself had not watched Baywatch all too much, not in his youth and definitely not now. He hadn’t had a television for years, and the one he now possessed tuned in real bad. Last time he had tried to watch Baywatch, it had been snowing on the beach. Which just went to show the quality of the reception that wondrous machine had. Nothing to write home about.
As he asked about Kendall, she seemed perplexed. It was as if Carson was uncomfortable around him in small burst. Occasionally she would look at him out the corner of her eye or just blink rapidly after setting eyes on him, yet at the same time she was friendly and surprisingly open to a person she had just met. It had been commented that JC did not always look like Prince Charming, and to a certain extent he understood why. The girl beside him had not seen his bad side however, which normally included an attitude, a cut lip and bruises in the face. The only way it was showing at the moment, was the huge tribal tattoo on his right arm. That particular piece of body paint was something he had finally come to terms with, albeit always having found tribals cheesy. In this modern day and age, tattoos weren’t considered all too damning anyway. A huge portion of the younger population had one. With the way JC was wearing it, however, it showed he had gotten it for the purpose of being rebellious. Fail.
The reason for her frown this time was probably the question he’d asked. “Guys tend to try that,” he commented, having gotten his theory confirmed. From how she described him, Kendall didn’t sound like great boyfriend material. Admittedly, JC wasn’t really either. But he was loyal. Yet this other dude, with no moral standards, had still managed to become the dad’s pet. “Get along with the dad and your set, it’s just a fact of life.” At this he couldn’t help a wolfish grin. Guess why he hadn’t been able to have a decent enough girlfriend. These things always happened to guys who managed to put up a good enough fake front. JC had never been particularly good at that.
“I dunno either of you well, so you shouldn’t listen to me. I’ve got egoistical reasons for your relationship to go down the drain. But let’s continue this convo while chewing; I’m starving.” He, like her, had caught glimpse of the burger joint. Then she nudged his attention to Aggro. Turning, JC saw the dog defiantly hold his ground, watching them depart with little interest in following. “He’s coming along all right.” As they continued the walk, he whistled. When the duo entered, however, Aggro sat down outside, on a small patch of grass by the outside tables. It was a bit chilly though, so JC wasn’t sure they’d be sitting outside. “So, whaddaya want?” [/font]
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Post by Carson Owens on Dec 18, 2009 23:14:18 GMT -5
Hearing it from a guy wasn't, persay, the best way to make her realize Kendall's luck, but JC was right... Indefiantely, of course, because her hardheaded qualities wouldn't let it sink in as quickly as he probably expected.. She lingered on in dimentia for a moment before she caught his sly comment about his egotistical reasoning for their relationship to fail, and she snickered along with him... Well compliments from an older man sure hit the spot when your own ego was currently failing.. She smirked and followed him in, tossing a look out the window to Aggro, as he laid down between two tables on some grass.. He seemed well trained, aside from his... what was the word... "demanding" personality?
Slipping into a booth, she looked up towards the kitchen door, her eyes following the old fashioned "bar" up towards the main seating area.. they were along the wall themselves, providing somewhat of a hushed environment.. It was something from the seventies, or so she'd imagine, all of the waitresses in floucy red flanel skirts... well... it was a two peice dress... or something to that effect. It gave her a goofy feeling, and she beamed a bright smile across the table to JC as he questioned what she wanted.. "A big fat juicy burger.. yeahh.." She gave a laugh at that, and nodded.. "And either an old fashioned rootbeat float, or a shake.." She felt... like a kid, but that wasn't something she'd bother complaining about right now..
Right now it was cozy... he was... comfortable.. She liked this.
Maybe a little too much? Her teenage hormones pulling her along in some frantic fantasy she'd created for a second, she gave this JC character a second glance, and it lingered, which she was sure he noticed.. But she didn't mind.. He was a looker.. rough.. much more amiable then Kendall by a long shot, though her father may have a heartattack hearing that leave her lips.. She bit them at the thought, and then looked away, the clipping sound of sneakers on the tiled floor approaching.. Red hair, curled tightly, pulled back in a messy do, was their waitress.. Popping her gum playfully, she winked at JC, and then placed a soft hand on Carson's shoulder. Carson smiled, and shrugged, slightly nervous all of a sudden...
"What can I get you two love birds?" she asked, her voice with a twang? Obviously, she wasn't from Chicago, or she'd not sound like she'd just walked out of the bronx. Carson liked it though.. gave her some sass, like some old "grease" movie come to real life in plasma color or something. Beaming up at her, she grinned.. "I want the cheeseburger, no onions... and a chocolate shake, please.." The woman scribbled it down, and then tossed a smile to JC, causing Carson's own eyes to follow, lingering on his face.. Man oh man, what had she stumbled into.. his arms? Well in that case, she really didn't mind... but.. she'd have to see?
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Post by ` joshua chase on Dec 30, 2009 19:13:38 GMT -5
Upon entering, the wonderful smell of disgustingly fried food made its way to his nostril, almost causing his stomach to roar out. He couldn’t recall having been there before, but it did have a very familiar feel to it. Either he had been there before and just forgotten, or the owners had gone to a great extent to establish a genuine vintage feel. Or, a third option, it just looked like every other burger joint. Lately they had been blossoming everywhere, not a whole lot of variety. JC would bet tourists loved this kind of place. It was like one could see it getting rigged to ready a Tarantino-movie. Not that he minded. That feel they were looking for worked. Even for him. After all, he was a simpleton, preferring such places over fancy restaurants.
“Burger, uhu? Good. If there’s something I hate it’s girls who apparently only eat salads.” Accompanying this was a wry smile. No-one could survive on nothing but salad. Silly notion. They spent some silent seconds, JC aware of her gaze on him and enjoying how unlike him she was. She wasn’t boastful, extravagant and attention-grabbing like the girls he tended towards. At the point when he started wondered where on earth the waitresses were – knowing full well there would be waitresses, not waiters – one came sauntering up to them. Sauntering being the appropriate word, to the full extent of that word. Oh, they were definitely going for that old feel here. Being a guy, JC couldn’t help but sneak a quite look at the girl with the notepad. No sooner had he done it did he lean his elbows on the table and smile at Carson while she ordered.
No sooner had the word ‘love birds’ escaped the waitress’ lips, did JC looked at his alleged fellow bird and winked. It wasn’t so strange she drew the conclusion. It was more than likely, after all, and very ‘sweet’, as the girls sitting in an adjacent booth probably labelled it. Which made it occur to him that it was a long time since he had had a puppy-dog-love, in which dates like this was probably every-day business. His brother always yearned for that kind of relationship, but JC had never thought the thought before.
“Hm, I’ll have… a regular burger, and…” Throwing the menu another quick glance, added, “Coke.” He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was ordering the cheapest food available, as he was planning to pay for hers as well, and really didn’t get paid all that well for being a security guard. He wasn’t embarrassed about it; he didn’t have much money and that was a fact. It was never a good idea to boast greater economy then one had in the long run, but he still didn’t want to give the impression he couldn’t even afford to give her food. Enter pride.
As the waitress walked off, JC made a point out of not looking after her, keeping his eyes on Carson. “So, ok, do you happen to do sports? And do you like cars? This is really the ultimate test to see if we’re at all compatible.” Grinning, he almost hoped she would say that no, she would rather sit inside and polish her nails. He hated being this flirty. Then again, he would like to meet this Kendall, only to see what he looked like and, childishly enough, whether he could take him down or not. It was a stupid wish, but a strong one nonetheless. [/font]
WORD COUNT: 588
NOTES: That's perfectly alright! I'll be quite busy ahead, so we'll see how active we get to be. ;)
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