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Post by Dil on Apr 22, 2006 12:38:39 GMT -5
Sighing, Jessi walked along the beach, barefooted as she watched the waves flow in and out as she took in the moist air, thinking to herself. Yes, this was a perfect day to watch to lake and the sunset. Ah, a Cambell Sunset. All those purples and reds....Shaking her head, she laughed slightly to herself as she watched Scrapper and Bear run, chasing something in the air that she couldn't see. "Ah boys...You know what we are going to be doing soon, don't ya?" Jessi sighed as she thought of her brothers and their idea. Yes, a county-wide party, considering the resent growth in people, and they more than likely wanted their little sister to meet people. Jessi wasn't exactly open, not really a people person. Well, with females. Male, she was fine. She hated the way some girls twirled their hair in the fingers. My god, she wanted to shoot someone when she saw that. She also hated the way the other girls looked at her; one of the guys.
She looked down at Scrapper as she sat down in the sand, smiling warmly as he and Bear came to her. "Eh, they're all puke worthy anyway." She knew she didn't mean it, but Scrapper and Bear didn't know /who/ she was talking about. She hated most of the girls in this damn little town, except the dance team, because they were her friends, as well as the choir. She was going to invite the dance team to the party when it actually happens so she could have a good time with her friends. Yeah, she liked to dance and sing, so what? She had alot of activities on her plate; Dance team, choir, Football, guitar practice, band practice, and her normal social life. Good thing she worked hard and fast.
The girl, with the two dogs, had a black bracelet on her ankle with cacky shorts and a green tee-shirt that said exactly what she thought and told many people. 'You don't get it....do you?'. All day, people looked at the shirt and looked up at her and said, 'No, no I don't'. Showed how stupid some people were. Shaking her head, she let Scrapper and Bear run about in the sand as she sat there, alone, watching the lake's waves roll in and out.
Having the beach to yourself wasn't really a rare sight. She knew many people came here, but not for the sunset, for noon-day sun. Given to silence, she let her thoughts slip as she thought about her newer friends; Ryan and Kaiden. Ryan was, well, sweet. Interesting as well. So far, she could tell they'll be tight soon enough. Then, there's Mick's little brother, Kaiden. He was so cute. Not really in the loving way, but more of a baby way. She thought of alot of people like that; even older ones, like her brother, Shane and Chase, even if they're asses. Sighing, she watched the dogs start to run into the lake, snapping at the water. She didn't have to worry about them. There were no gators near here, but snakes were a different story. Copperheads and Cottonmouths were down here, and that's why she had a snake stick picked out, just in case. She really didn't want to chop another Copperhead's head off, but if it tried to bite one of the dogs, she would have to go against her way of thinking. Her babies came first.
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Post by Anakin. on Apr 22, 2006 14:42:56 GMT -5
Two black leather leashes were held loosly in his hands, leading down to a tall, German Shepherd mix’s collar, which looked more like a belt, if you thought about it, and a slightly shorter German Shepherd mix’s collar, which was a standard chain link. A smirk had nestled itself upon his pale face where it usually did, only this time it was slightly smaller and less.. smirkish. Okay, so he hated the beach - you could tell if you actually looked at him and saw his pale, pale skin - but his dogs needed to be excersized, and their needs, surprisingly, came before his. They practically ruled him, if you thought about it, but he was still in control.
Anakin noticed that Battery Acid - well, Acid, really - had begun to chew on his leash. No wonder the leash had almost slipped out of his hands. He gave a sharp whistle and the dog dropped the leash, his ears folding back in a submissive way. “Good, Acid. He’s learning, isn’t he, Cyanide?” He said, and the older German Shepherd mix stared up at him, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. Anakin gave a small laugh and rubbed the dogs’ heads before taking a firmer hold on the leashes and scratching his forehead slightly. The cold silver of one of his eyebrow rings made him pause momentarily, but then he shrugged, tilting his head to the side to let his chocolate brown hair fall out of his verde eyes.
Okay, so Anakin wasn’t exactly dressed up for the beach, as he was still in his typical bondage pants and a tight Atreyu tee shirt, which clung to his lean form. He wasn’t the most muscular guy, but then, he wasn’t a shrimp, either - despite being underweight, Anakin could really kick some ass if he had to. He may have looked like he was a scrawny emo boy - which, he was, of course... - but he was far from scrawny. His chucks left imprints in the sand, a noticable trail that anyone could follow to see this oddly dressed male.
Anakin looked around slightly as he thought he heard someone speak. There it was again.. This time, it wasn’t his schizophrenia, as he had made sure to take his meds that morning, but his paranoia began to sink in. He’d thought that he was alone. Apparently not. Slowing down his pace as he came toward a rather bored looking girl and two dogs who were playing in the ocean, Anakin looked down at Cyanide and Acid, who’d become alert. Okay, so they were really good guard dogs. Cyanide almost began to snarl until Anakin nudged him with his knee, dispensing a sharp ‘no’ towards the dog. “You know better, you mutt. Unless they attack you, you do not growl.” He said softly, but the dog listened and parked himself on the sand beside his owner.
Flipping his hair out of his eyes, he kept his gaze fixated upon his dogs, who, at the moment, were both staring in opposite directons: Cyanide towards the other dogs, and Acid towards the girl. It looked quite odd, really, as Cyanide was closest to Anakin and had to look right over Acid’s head, and Acid had to duck to look at the girl. “You two are to nosy.” He said, chuckling a bit. As soon as he said that, the two dogs looked up at him and cocked their heads. “Dogs.” Anakin sighed, rolling his eyes.
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Post by Dil on Apr 22, 2006 15:09:20 GMT -5
Arms crossed as she let her head dip slightly, eyes closing as she started to fall into a light slumber. Jessi was easy to put to sleep, and once she was in a deep sleep, it was no use trying to wake her up until her body was ready to wake up. Soon, the water touched her foot and she jolted up, standing wide-eyed as she looked around her, repeating herself. "I'm up, I'm awake..." She stood up straight as she stretched, yawning as she looked at the shore and her pups playing in the water. Smiling warmly, she stayed standing as she looked at Scrappy and Bear. They were her boys, no one else's. Scrapper had been in a plastic bag when she found him as a very young pup, and now, she was his momma. Bear was a pup she had found in the paper, and she fell in love with his face. Scrapper was a pit cross, but was as large as a rottie wit ha sandy brown pelt, but Bear was a Tibetan Mastiff.
Sighing lightly, Jessi just talked to her pups, even if they weren't listening nor puppies. They were grown adults; Scrapper was two years and Bear was seven years. "Well, the asses are gonna be comin' lookin' for us after dark, guys...Hopefully that little sick bastard, Dil, won't come...." She growled lightly, spiting out the name Dil as she looked and watched Scrapper and Bear play in the waves. Soon, she heard a voice, even if it were soft. She turned around slowly, eyes full of wonder as she looked at the boy and the two other dogs, wondering what they were doing. Watching her and her pups? She was caught a bit off guard, and so, she was acting like she were seven again. Acting the way she was acting when she was in that hell of a home in Alaska. Gulping lightly, she whistled lightly for Scrapper and Bear in her own little call, like a bird's call.
Scrapper stopped and ran to his 'momma', sitting at her side and looking up at her, tongue lulling outwards. He would do anything for her, die even, just to repay the debt he had been owing forever. Auds perked t the top of his head when he watched his leader's gaze, seeing the other dogs, and he did the same thing Jessi did; stare as Bear sat on the other side of her, just watching it all go down. Scrapper was protective, but Bear was easy going. He didn't like to fight, and never would unless someone attacked his loved ones. Sighing lightly, Jessi looked at Bear and Scrapper, saying sternly, so they would listen, "Stay". She looked back up at the boy and started in his direction, ridding her mind of the year seven for her. Standing a few feet from him and his dogs, she moved the straight brown hair out of her face, green eyes staring into his. That was the way she was brought up; you looked into the eyes of the person you talked to, or you were paddled or whipped with a belt if it was your parents or if your parents were around. "Hello. Um, ya need any help?" She asked many of the people that, for she didn't know many of them, and she had lived here her whole life. Her voice was filled to the brim of Southern accent, kicking herself mentally for it. She hated being made fun of, and more than likely, he would pick at it if he was like the others. But, she knew she was being a hypocrite. She shouldn't judge just yet. She took a quick glance to Scrapper and Bear, seeing they were still sitting there, smiling warmly to them before turning back around and looking at the boy in the eye again.
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Post by Anakin. on Apr 22, 2006 15:37:55 GMT -5
“Oh - oh, no, not really. These two are trained quite well.” Anakin said in a low tone as the girl asked him if he needed help. Did he look like he needed help? I mean, he’s got two dogs that he’s got under perfect control - that he trained by himself, I might add - should he need help? He shook his head and forced the thoughts back - he really shouldn’t be such a hypocrite. “Sorry, for uh.. listening in, I guess.” Anakin apologized, even though he’d done nothing of the sort.. until he’d stood there. Hearing something about a person whom this girl seemed to hate - hey, she called him a sick little bastard, and if she loved him, I really doubt she would call him that - got him slightly interested. Okay, so Anakin was to curious for his own good, but, unlike Cyanide and Battery Acid, he didn’t go snooping.
He noticed that she spoke with a slightly strong Southern accent, but Anakin didn’t say anything. Hey, he wasn’t one to talk - he had a fairly unusual name, so why would he say something about this girl’s accent? Hell, why would he care? He wasn’t shallow, like most people, he was actually quite.. oh, what’s the word...deep? Yes, deep. He was actually quite deep, and, despite the fact that he looked like a total rocker-mosher who’d just gotten back from a concert, he had feelings that went further than, “Oh, I think I’m gonna get my eyebrow peirced again and my hair dyed.” He was much deeper than that. Although he did think of that sometimes. Ahaha. But that was only when he was getting bored and needed an adrenaline rush.
Snapping back to reality to find that he’d zoned out, Anakin blushed slightly, but set his jaw in a sort of defiant way. He looked over the girl’s shoulder a bit at her dogs, before looking down at his own momentarily. Cyanide and Acid were looking at her dogs, not in a challenging way, but more in a ‘who are you, and do you know that if you touch our owner we’ll tear you to peices?’ sort of look, even though they wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unless the dog(s) who were coming toward him were snarling, Cyanide and Acid would remain quite calm, actually, until the snarling and growling began. Then, Cyanide would go into what Anakin liked to call ‘Psycho Mode’ and start barking to hell and back. Acid would do the same, only he would pouf his fur out and go rigid. But, all the while, the both of them would be snarling and growling as they barked and so on.
“My dogs seem to be having a staring contest with yours, yes?” Anakin asked in a teasing voice, looking from the girl, to her dogs, and then to his. He licked his lips and smiled lightly, which wasn’t really surprising, as, even though he gave the dark appearance, he still liked to show that he had some emotion left in his peircing and tattoo riddled body. “By the way..” Anakin added, pausing slightly and tilting his head toward her, his brown locks falling into his verde eyes, “I’m Anakin. Or.. Kin, I suppose.” He finished, and, as hard as it was for him, he let his nickname slip in case the girl began to laugh at him. Yes, his name was weird. He was even weirder. The only reason his nickname was hard for him to expose was that, no one besides his brothers and his mom had called him that since his mom died. And, even then, Anakin didn’t introduce himself to anyone most of the time. So.. you could say he was rusty with the whole, ‘Hi! I’m yadda yadda yadda’ crap.
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Post by Dil on Apr 22, 2006 15:59:21 GMT -5
"Oh, no problem. No harm in listenin' is there...?" God, how stupid did that sound? She had listened to many things, and they were bad for her mental health! Shaking her head, she looked at Kin, smiling still, not really taking into her mind that he had piercings and tattoos. She feared pain, and she would never even /consider/ doing either of those things. Plus, if she did, her parents would kill her. Sure, they'd let Chase and Shane get a few, but not her and Jason...of course, they treated her like the baby many thought of her as. At least she had the decency not to whine to anyone about them.
She looked at his dogs, brow raised slightly. She had studied dogs ever since she was four and she looked at the dogs' body build, coloration as well, and thought she might as well take a guess at it. "German Shepherd crosses, am I right...?" She asked Kin softly as she looked up at him, before looking at Scrapper, whistling once more, in a little code all their own. Scrapper sat next to her side, looking up at her face, keeping his entire attention on her. The 'experts' said that Scrapper was in love with his momma. Awww, the feelings were all mutual. Of course, Jessi loved all her hijos. Shaking her head, she looked up at Kin, smiling still. "Jessica Nicole. Yes, the freaks around here call me by my first name and middle name...God, annoys the effin' hell outta me. Call me Jessi please, for lack of a better name.." She squatted down to Scrapper's level and stared him in the eye, not challenging him at all. "Hey handsome....Be good, ya heard me?" She hugged Scrapper, kissing the top of his head, not really caring if someone was watching this affection, as it was true. She sighed, chuckling lightly before standing again. "Yeah, I guess they were. I've got a few more trouble makers at home. Well....five dogs, six cats, three horses, and a pig Mick gave me for my birthday last year. " She was always known as Poindexter, for having this extensive knowledge of animals, and even making straight A's through school. What was wrong with that?! Being smart was a bad thing?!
She stuck her hand out to shake Kin's, smiling still as she looked at Bear, but Bear stayed sitting. "That rude thing back there is Bear, and the little prince charming is Scrapper..." She always called Scrapper names like that. She treated them like members of her family.
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Post by Anakin. on Apr 22, 2006 16:28:18 GMT -5
“I guess not. Nice to meet you, Jessi.” Anakin said, nodding to her and shaking her hand lightly when she extended it before drawing his hand back. He nodded and looked down at Acid and Cyanide. “Yep, German Shepherd mixes. And I’ve only got these two to worry about. Well, the thinnier, taller one is Cyanide, he’s six and pretty much the boss. And the shorter one is four and a half, and he’s named Battery Acid - or Acid, pretty much.” Anakin said, rubbing Cyanide’s ears. He loved his dogs, well, he loved dogs in general, but he’d just have to stick with Cyanide and Acid for now, because they were handfuls within themselves.
His curiousity striking him again, Anakin almost asked ‘Mick?’, but he didn’t want to seem stupid so he kept his jaw shut. He was new around here, so he’d have to live with not knowing people. “So, the ‘freaks’ call you by your first and middle name?” He asked, sort of accenting the word ‘freaks’, his mind getting the best of him. Another light blush covered his cheekbones and he looked down toward Cyanide and Acid. Acid had lounged down onto his side in the sand, which pulled Anakin’s hand down, and he held the leashes a bit more loosly, because he knew that if they ran, all he’d have to do was say, ‘Come here!’ sharply and they’d come back. They always did.
Anakin fixed the bottom of his tee shirt over the waistline of his bondage pants before lowering himself to his knees on the sand, rubbing Acid’s ears. Having seen his owner get down to eye level, Cyanide lowered his body to the sand and licked his jowls. Anakin gazed over at the Tibetian Mastiff that Jessi called Bear, and then over to the girl and the one she called Scrapper. He stopped rubbing the dog’s ears and rubbed his palms on the fabric of his bondage pants. He rubbed under one of his eyes and, after doing so, he fixed one of the straps on his pants so that it was facing the right way and looked back at his dogs. The lazy things.
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Post by Dil on Apr 22, 2006 16:46:21 GMT -5
"Yes. They're all so.....old fashioned. Hell, I can still get whipped if I step outta line. But, I can handle it. Da lets me whip the football jocks into shape, so I'm alright with my life. You know what I find /very/y odd? Most of the boys on that football team I have to get into shape picked on me when I was smaller and easier to hurt....Ah, pay-back is sweet.." Yes, Jessi always had revenge plots in her book that were ready at any point in time, making her a bad person to be foes with. She practiced sneaking around in her wood on a daily basis, and on Christmas, she had to sneak through the room and not wake anyone up. She was 'the Master' of hunting, basically. When anyone can walk through a wood filled with leaves and not make much noise, they would be called the same thing.
"Sorry for sayin' names in front of ya. Well, in case you haven't met any of these people, I'll tell ya about 'em, if ya want. Mick's my best buddy, that I love. Hell, he's like my brother that I actually /want/, next to Jason of course. My /real/ brothers are Jason, Chase, and Shane. Jason is alright, but Shane and Chase are asses. But, they wouldn't hurt their lead vocalist and guitarist for fear of loosing their band. Pft...what sell-outs." Yeah, Jessi had alot to say about her brothers; mostly bad things about Shane and Chase. They got on her last nerve, just being BIG brothers. When they put her in a headlock, they'd be all sweaty and junk and...well, I guess you can see where this is going. Shaking her head lightly, she looked at Scrapper and sighed. "Scrappy Boy, go play with Bear. And, if you see Dil, feel free to do what I've been tellin' ya every night I want ya to do." She truly hated Dil. He killed her best friend, or one of them, and she would never forgive him, even if her family did. Hell, they felt bad for him and brought him under HER roof. She watched Scrapper run off and start to nip at Bear's auds as they ran back into the lake, acting as if the other dogs weren't there. They were good at ignoring people.
"Dil killed my friend, and I'll never forgive him for it. Sure, Hunny may have just been a dog, but she was /my/ dog. She and Sneaker are all I've known since I was four...." Sighing, she crossed her arms as she looked from Scrapper to Kin, smiling crookedly. "Anyway, where ya from...? If ya don't mind me askin', of course..."
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Post by Anakin. on Apr 23, 2006 15:52:33 GMT -5
“I believe you when you say that. Of course revenge, payback, whatever you want to call it, is sweet - you get them back ten times worse than what they got you.” Anakin laughed, smirking a bit as he remembered how his brother Acuzio had practically murdered his hampster. Yes, Anakin used to have a hampster, when he was like.. ten and Acuzio had smushed it with a dresser. For that, Anakin had beat the living snot out of him. His mom didn’t know that, of course, she just thought Acuzio had ran into a door. About fifteen times. Which was rather uncanny, and very weird of his mother to think.
“Oh, it’s okay.. It’s happened before.” Anakin listened to what she had to say, sitting down Indian style on the sand as he continued to looked at Acid and Cyanide, smoothing their fur down every once in a while. “I have to agree with you..the sound like sell outs, just a tad. But then, I can’t really say anything. That’s pre-judging people..” He said, shrugging his shoulders and trailing off a bit at the end. He looked up at her momentarily from his spot on the sand. “Must’ve been hard for you, I know what it’s like to loose someone you’re close to, whether it be a dog or your mother.” He responded, runnng his finders downward through his hair to get them to settle correctly on his face.
“Well... I’m from New York, where I was oldest of five kids. All boys.” Anakin said, biting down on his lip. If he hated to talk about anything, it was his past, although he could talk about it and look like not a thing was wrong with him. He sighed lightly, setting the leashes down on the sand and cracking the knuckles of both hands. Anakin looked out at the ocean, biting down on his bottom lip and reaching out to rub Cyanide’s ears unconsiously. The dog whined slightly, and he stopped rubbing his ears, balling his hand into a fist so tightly his knuckles turned white. Oh well, he could live with it.
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Post by Dil on Apr 23, 2006 16:46:38 GMT -5
"No, no, please. Pre-judge all you'd like....I can bet they'll be out for me any time now. My baby cousins are in town, and I've been ditching them and dumping them on Chase and Shane. They keep whining, sayin' they want to be with me 'cause I'm the 'Fun Cousin'...can't say I'd disagree, compared to Chase and Shane" She snorted lightly as she thought about. She was a fun cousin, wasn't she? Jessi was more laid back than her brothers. Maybe it was a guitarist thing? Soon, she stopped talking and looked straight ahead, no expression on her face. "Ohhhh snap." She knew her brothers were here. Soon, she felt a rather large arm come down across her neck and it pulled her back, into the side of the one who was putting her in the headlock; Chase. "You little sell-out, let...me..go.." Jessi growled as her eyes shut tightly, pushing off of her brother with her hands, but he wouldn't loosen his grip. "Ah, no. First, you leave the brats with me to ditch me for your little boyfriend, but not this time, Little Miss Priss."
Eyes rolled at that name as she pushed harder, and soon, fell back down in the sand, looking up at her brothers, glaring at them. "He is /not/ my boyfriend. Maybe if you were a bit more...intellegent, you'd know that" She smirked as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Now, I'll home soon, kiddies. Now, remember little boys, don't open the door for any strangers, and never say you're home alone. Buh-bye now" She snorted lightly, watching her brothers leave. She looked at Kin, staying seated in the sand, sighing. "And that, my friend, were the two biggest asses in the world. They don't treat me differently because I'm a female, so I have to give them props for that..." She watched Scrapper and Bear playing in the water. She knew they wouldn't attack her brothers, unless a sharp object was involved."Sorry 'bout them..."
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Post by Anakin. on Apr 24, 2006 15:56:31 GMT -5
“No...they aren’t asses...they’re jackasses. What’s the difference? To hell if I know.” Kin said, glaring - well, more like.. intently staring daggers into their backs - off in their direction. “Oh well, you can’t pick your family.” He added, shrugging his shoulder as he looked back toward the ocean, biting his lip slightly. Just what he needed, two ape-like sell-outs out to get him. He was probably already on their hit list, either a new addition or straight at the top because they hadn’t though about racking up revenge points. Oh my. “Say.. your brothers don’t have a hit list that you know about, do they?” Better safe than sorry.
Anakin cocked his head slightly to look at her, and then over to her dogs, who seemed to be unphased by the two guys who’d just left. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged nonchalantly and brushed it off. Not like he had any room to talk, he used to pick on his brothers sometimes, until he grew out of it. With his brothers’ luck, though, they were probably bolting the door locks at night to keep the serial killers out. Or in, depending on their situation.
That brought a smile to Anakin’s lips and he laughed slightly, scratching his forehead lightly and looking at Acid as the dog whined. “Chill out...” He said before reaching out and unsnapping the leashes from their collars. For a few minutes, they didn’t move, but then Acid stood and walked cautiously toward the ocean, sitting down and staring at it quizically. As the water lapped at the sand and wetted the tips of his paws, he yelped and stepped back. “You wimp.” Anakin laughed in a joking voice, looking at Cyanide and pointing toward him. “So how long have you lived around here? If you don’t mind telling me, that is.” He asked, looking up at Jessi slightly.
[ooc; eep, icky, icky post! stupid homework.]
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Post by Dil on Apr 24, 2006 16:11:49 GMT -5
She laughed at the thought. Her brothers? Chase and Shane Wells having a hit list? Pft! That'll be the day. Well, they sorta did. Their whole family did, and the really scary part was, she was on it slightly. Her family wasn't the best, and she was a smart-ass. One reason she was apart of it. "Nah.Well, actually, my /family/ does. My brothers try to kill my friends for the hell of it.." Her eyes rolled at the sarcastic remark, thinking about her brothers.
"Lived here my whole life, and it sorta sucks when I think about it. No one really interestin'. And, the only 'fun' people here are secretly my foes. Only a true master of the art of revenge could possibly befriend their worst emiemy...Of course, Mick, the Choir, and the Dance team are interestin'. Oh, Ryan and Kaiden too. Can't forget them!" She sighed as she looked at Kin, smirking lightly as she thought of Tara, the biggest prick in all the land. Somehow, Jessi and her were friends. Well, Tara thought so anyway. Shaking her head, she sighed, thinking about how to get her freakish brothers back.
"We're going to have a little...county honky-tonk here. Would ya want to come? I know ya may not want to, but I think it would be great to have ya here. " She wanted as many of her 'friends' to be here for that as humanly possible. She knew her brother's freakish friends would be here, and that would just be great.
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Post by Anakin. on Apr 24, 2006 17:30:46 GMT -5
“Well, that’s good to know.” Anakin replied, coughing a bit. Oh Lord, her family had a hit list? Oh my. Cyanide, as old as he was, had gone out beside Acid and, once he’d figured out that it was water, had jumped in. Anakin shook his head slowly, rolling his eyes. “Sounds.. interesting. Can’t really say much on my behalf, because I’ve only been here for about...two or three days, but it seems pretty cool so far.” He said, shrugging and smirking a bit.
Anakin ran a hand lightly over his face, why, he didn’t know, he just.. felt like it. His hair moved out of his eyes, even though he knew it would fall back into place sometime. He looked up when she spoke again and shrugged. “Uh, sure.. But I guess.” Mentally, he laughed at himself, for sounding so...stupid? Was that the word? Yep, that was the word. He bit his lip, turning his head back to the ocean to see Acid backflipping into the water. “Cyanide, no wrestling.” He laughed, even though he knew that wouldn’t do any good. If Cyanide had it his way, he’d halfway drown Acid. As a joke. Because then, Acid would get him back. Oh my. Wrestling dogs. Could it get any better than that? Probably.
Anakin blinked as a dull pain began to settle in his forehead. Damnit. He thought, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. Another headache. That wasn’t good, as he’d been having them frequently. It was probably just stress but it still worried him a bit, because he never really had migraines before.. minor headaches, yes, but not migraines. And the beginnings of a migraine were on their way. Either way, Anakin stayed where he was, stretching out his legs before him and crossing them at the ankle before leaning back and resting on his elbows. He probably looked quite odd, but it was slightly more comfortable than sitting straight up. And plus, he already looked odd.. I mean, really, an emo kid at the beach dressed in bondage pants and a tight Atreyu tee, not to mention chuck taylors? Not exactly beach clothes.
[ooc; oh my. icky. anakin muse went down the drain.]
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Post by Dil on May 13, 2006 7:36:02 GMT -5
"Nah, not really...." Jessi sighed as she heard the sound of her favorite band playing, nad it was coming closer. Her foot tapped, as if she were playing the guitar. It was basically instinct to do so, as she always played the guitar for her brothers when they were singing for the masses. She could hear her favorite song being played, and she had an urge to sing along with it, the first few verses went through her ears, and she was already humming it. 'Gettin' out of the tub all drawn up like a raisin Showed my fingers to my Daddy while he was shavin' Said look at my toes Dad what's wrong with my skin Will this go away, will I be normal again
Well he picked me up and set me down on the hamper Wiped off his face while he gave me the answer For the first time I noticed the lines in his grin As he dabbed a little foam on the end of my chin, and he said'
She had started to pace like a tiger in a cage as she looked to were the sound was coming from, and there he was; her brother, Jason. Jason was like her best bud, but siblings can't be, can they? Mick was her bestest best bud, though, there ain't no doubt 'bout that. And then, she snapped; she had to sing. And, it all came out on accident.
" Those wrinkles ain't nothin' to be scared of They're just a product of time and true love Some are gonna come and go Some are gonna come and stay Son, you're still young, you're gonna be ok"
Jason stopped, looking up at Jessi and smiled. "Stupid, you have to control yourself...gosh, what's wrong with you?! Non-complementary, Jessi!" That, the non-complementary thing, was a little inside joke between Jessi and Jason. "Non-complementary, Jas! At least non-adjacent is an actual WORD!" They loved doing this to each other...then, Jason noticed Kin and smiled slightly. "Sup?" Jas, as Jessi called him, was dressed in some choke-chains, and a black 'The Used' t-shirt. He had blue-jean shorts, and the choke chains weaved in and out of them in the pockets. Yeah, he was rather odd, but that's what Jessi loved about him.
Shaking her head, she looked at Kin, and she smiled. "This is Jason. Jason, this is Kin. "She wondered how well they would get along, but she'd let them take their courses...
[sorry for the wait >< I lost the link xP]
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Anakin.
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Post by Anakin. on May 13, 2006 14:04:17 GMT -5
[ooc. no problem, it happens. xD this is gonna be a sucky post - next one’ll be better, i have to get back into posting with kin again.]
Anakin nodded slightly, squinting as he stood and brushed off the back of his bondage pants. He whistled for Cyanide and Acid, seeing them come running, soaking wet. “You mutts.” Anakin said softly, shaking his head jokingly. He looked up as he heard Jessi’s voice, and the voice of another, and bit his lip lightly. “Hey. Nice to meet you, Jason. I’m Anakin, or Kin.. either way it’s a name.” He said, shrugging slightly. Feeling awkward, he looked down at the two ocean-water soaked dogs and shook his head again, clicking his tongue silently with distaste as he thought about how he’d have to give them baths later. Anakin hated giving them baths almost as they hated taking them.
Running a hand through his hair before straightening the bottom of his shirt down over the waist-line of his bondage pants, Anakin looked out over the water and blinked slightly. Had he not been new to this place, and knew some people, he’d have probably been more comfortable with stuff like this.. well, he knew Jessi, but not that much about her, and he’d only known her for what, half an hour? Less? He didn’t know, because he didn’t carry a watch. He only knew a few people that even wore watches anymore. He looked oveer his shoulder, silently cursing himself for having paranoia. Wasn’t his fault, though.
Looking down as Acid started to chew on one of the cloth straps to his bondage pants, that was attached to a chain that was clipped to one of the metal loops attached to his pocket, Anakin bent, tapped his nose somewhat firmly, but not hard enough to hurt, he said, “No, you know better. Or at least you should.” He raised an eyebrow as Acid cocked his head to look up at him, and he sighed. Dogs. Anakin rubbed one of the dog’s ears momentarily, still looking down. He didn’t really feel like making eye contact - maybe, if they didn’t know his last name, or all about him, like how many tattoos and peircings he had, they wouldn’t add him to their hit list.Or they wouldn’t find him, either one.
Of course, that was a joke running through Anakin’s mind, but he didn’t doubt that it could happen. But he still didn’t make eye contact.. just in case. He looked back in forth between Cyanide and Acid, instead. Cyanide had sat down on the sand close to Anakin, though could still see Jessi and the person she called Jason. Sort of.. having a stare off, you know, to see if one of them would try to do something. Good thing for guard dogs, Anakin thought to himself jokingly, biting his lip again.
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Post by Dil on May 13, 2006 14:30:17 GMT -5
" So,...Jas, is the family comin' soon, or do I have to drag them here?" Jessi knew her family always came to the little county get together, hell, and the guys preformed here. Every last guy in the family did. But, the girls didn't, except Jessi, of course. She loved being with her family, though they kinda hated her for some reason. Hey, family's family, right? Jason sighed as he nodded, hoping that the family got a bit nicer this year. He smiled as he looked at Kin. "Nice ta meet ya. Listen, I gotta go now. I'll take Scraps and Bear home for ya, Jess. Careful this year. Watch for that fat guy this time....can't have you squished, can we?" Then, Jason whistled for Scrapper and Bear, still playing within the waves until their auds perked up and heard his whistle as they bounded towards him. "Bye" Jason then walked away, Scrapper and Bear following willingly.
Sighing, Jessi looked at Kin, sitting down. "Damn fat guy..." She cursed under her breath, hating having almost being flattened by a giant dude last year. Shaking her head, she looked up at Kin, sighing again. "Well, I think you may be meeting Mick soon...lucky you." She chuckled as she stood, sarcastic at the remark about Mick. Mick was her buddy, yeah, bestest best buddy, but why did everyone think he was her /boyfriend/? Can't a guy and a girl just be friends with no love interest in each other whatsoever anymore?! Not that hard, people! Getting rid of these thoughts, she looked at Kin, and decided to make sure he wouldn't try to say ask the same question. But, maybe he wouldn't...ah, she'd give him a chance. "Mick's really...interesting, great, awesome, cool....yep, yep, yep...is there anything else?"
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