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Post by paisley lynch on May 10, 2010 21:01:01 GMT -5
... standing in front of the counter at starbucks, her black laptop bag strung over her shoulder, her auburn hair a mess a top her head. her large eyes reading the menu, her shoulders were slumped over, and she leaned on her right leg, she had decided this late at night all her posture would be thrown out the window. trying to decide between steamed apple juice or an orange mango smoothie, the choice giving her a complete migraine. the apple was her usual, it's smooth acid sure to make her long day a little brighter, whilst the smoothie was a change.. the combination of mango and orange sounding nothing short of orgasmic, but it's cold form promised to give her a vicious brain freeze. going with the steamed apple juice, paisley spat her order at the teenage cashier, being sure to plug in a respectful please and thank you into her request. his greasy acne face shone in the dim light as he plugged her order into the computer and took her money. settling into her seat with her freshly prepare drink, she sat the glass of apple juice down, opened her laptop case and placed the computer beside her beverage. the college student picked her glass up as it loaded, blowing her drink, the steam lifting off the surface, and the edges becoming cloudy with condensation. when she arrived at the venue she had fully intended on working on her psychology project.. as it was due in less than a week and she was barely half way through. but with the buzz of customers around the store, and the two advil she had taken having little effect on her nagging headache, she skipped opening the word document and instead clicked on the skype thumbnail. procrastination is a beautiful thing, she spoke to the face on the screen.
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Post by cassidy mann on May 10, 2010 22:08:27 GMT -5
 ---cassidy had his eyes fixated on the ceiling above, as they had been for hours. he was focused on the the glow in the dark stars, of all shapes and sizes, that had been stuck there long ago. his mind drifted off to aliens helping women across the street and then he realized that aliens should be less like boy scouts and more like actual aliens with tractor beams and all. there were definitely enough boy scouts with out adding more, maybe the aliens could even take a few, maybe teach them how to tie plasma knots and light cosmic fires. cass didn't really understand why boy scouts were necessary. he was never one and didn't plan to be. maybe if the aliens took the whole organization it would be a better thing, however, they could not take the girlscouts, their cookies are just too fucking tasty. with the sound of a muted car accident coming from his stomach he decided that girl scout cookies were on his list of wants though, unfortunately for him, a glance at the my little pony calendar on the wall confirmed that the cookies were gone. patting his stomach to comfort it he sighed, speaking to himself, "next year man, next year those thin mints will be ours." when he had finished his momentary conversation with his stomach he sat up, the hat on his head almost falling off so a hand went up to push it into place as he accepted the call when skype told him someone wanted to talk to him. he was genuinely surprised, since his brother had set the thing up for him, he didn't really know how to use it. when he saw paisley's face pop up on the screen he offered a boyish grin, that, coupled with his hat and other accessories, made him look a bit ridiculous. "procrastination is my way of life. come live it with me. it offers full benefits including: the right to half my bed, the right to bear my children and the right to smoke. i feel like it's a pretty decent deal. give me your number so we can set this up further? since you'll probably hang up now, i look simply ridiculous i tell you. look at this hat! how silly. ohhhh, sillysillsilly me. want a diet coke? oh, nevermind! how are youuu?" he spoke quickly and when he was finished he rested his elbows on the table and his left hand on his chin to keep his head up, a bright look in his eyes as he waited for a response.
status: finished.
music: paper route.
notes: i am so surprised that i replied to this. & this is lex's code because yea, i obviously enjoy it.
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Post by paisley lynch on May 11, 2010 10:46:04 GMT -5
... paisley swept a womanly hand through her coarse brown hair, her eyes glancing around the busy store for a moment. for a monday night is was unusually full. a woman sat with her baby in her arms, humming to him while she sipped on a strong coffee. a couple canoodling on a leather couch, kissing and laughing, creating such an uproar of PDA that it made the young brunette want to up-chuck her apple cidar. the older man next to her had a copy of charles dickens' great expectations in his hand, his glasses perched low on his nose as he read the classic. she gazed back on the computer screen, frowning roughly when she took in his attire, what the fuck are you wearing? ignoring his previous words, sudying the bangles hanging in strings off his neck, and the tiny tin hat perched on his sandy brown hair. are you preparing to take place in a mardi gras parade, or did mommy let you dress yourself today? english lingered on her tongue as she teased the young man, her eye brows raised and her head nodding as if she were talking to a child. lifting the clear pear shaped glass to take a sip and answer his question apple juice, headache, psych assignment.. i'm really dandy, cassidy mann. how're you?
ps , i'm watching lost, and sayid just got blown up. also jin and sun will die very soon, sorry if i ruined it for you. so sad, i'm weeping.
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Post by cassidy mann on May 11, 2010 20:30:52 GMT -5
---cassidy knew that there was no way paisley would appreciate his styling. he didn't know why he wore such items but it might have had something to do with his major thrift store addiction. he knew it was a good day when on his daily trip to the thrift store he found something special. today he'd just felt exceptionally....thrifty and decided on wearing a more outrageous combination of items. "come on babes, i'm being unique!" he rolled his eyes playfully at her and leaned his back against the red wall behind him, sighing. "ooh i'm alright, clearly a bit insane, but alright all the same. woo rhyming. anyway, i can cure your headache for you and complete that psych paper! have i told you i'm a certified genius? because i am, don't doubt." cassidy laughed at himself and shook his head. after a moment of laughter he stopped laughing and became very serious, "can we have some sex? well, high first, then that bit. i know you'll be into it, yea." cass knew he was hoping for a bit more than necessary but he didn't have much to lose.
status: finished.
music: paper route.
notes: YOU JUST RUINED LOST FOR ME. YOU ASS.
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Post by paisley lynch on May 11, 2010 22:21:25 GMT -5
... paisley narrowed her eyes, and pursed her berry hued lips into a small smile, you took a left at unique, then a right at psycho. you've gone too far. wrapping her hands around the glass, her eyes grazed at the grainy image on screen, catching his eyes loop around their sockets, she lifted her lips over her teeth to grin lightly. holy shit, you're good, write me a poem, will you? she pleaded jokingly, taking a sip of the apple juice. can you show me your certificate? with the promise of brail being on it. setting the glass down, paisley folded her pale white legs and readjusted her seat. lifting a finger to her lip, and her eyes to the ceiling in thought. you know, i was thinking of going for an early night, but now that you've mentioned penetrating me... no, i'm going to stick with the early night.
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