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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 13, 2010 22:01:40 GMT -8
 EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -And there she was. She plopped into the clothing bin only moments after he did. But, really, he shouldn't have expected any less from her considering how scared and worried she was when he had brought her back into reality. When someone was in that much of a panic he knew very fucking well that they were going to weigh out their options and go with their best bet- the people they had started off with usually. Jett had been in her situation many times. The only difference was that he had to run for himself while the others laughed at him. He supposed that was what had helped him get so quick on his feet and know where to run. Seriously, who would jump into the place that had just jacked up when the sirens were headed their way? Only Jett would do that and he hoped these people living here didn't know about him all that well yet.
While the girl sobbed into her hands and expressed her fear, Jett completely relaxed and fell back into the dirty clothing. He laid back in it and let his eyes fall closed, a smile on his lips. He could hear faintly the sounds of voices and footsteps in all the higher levels of the building as well as the sirens. It sounded like they had finally arrived on the scene. It explained all the active commotion happening above them. He wouldn't leave until it quieted down or until someone found him down here. Er... until someone found them down here. He wasn't exactly used to someone following him and hiding out in the same spot. Psh, she'd probably cry so loud that they would be caught in no time. That would be his luck.
God, he fucking hated women. What was he even doing with this one? He had just got done running from a total bitch and now he was sitting with one in a bin of dirty laundry. Damn, he was a fucking moron!
Jett suddenly let out a snort and sat up in the piles of clothing. His eyes narrowed and darted over toward her now. He gave a loud huff, trying to get her attention on him rather than her own self pity. He kept his stare hardened.
"Hey," he whispered harshly. "Shut the fuck up, would you? Do you want those guys to find us? Do you?"
He pushed himself forward through the laundry and pressed his palm over her mouth. He was sure he smelled differently from these clothing... probably something like a girls perfume.. he could smell it now that he thought of it.
After a moment he removed his hand from her face and sat back against the bin away from her. He looked as though he were pouting now. He kind of was... thoughts were returning to him now because of this stupid girl. Thoughts of stupid girls... stupid nice smelling girls with beautifully messed up tresses of hair. Stupid things like that.
"Why do you guys have to be so whiny..." WORDS 511
NOTES AND HE DOESN'T CARE LOL.
TAGS ESTELLA INCA ERIS
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 13, 2010 22:29:59 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN ( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) Oh, this day just got better and better. She started out ready to go eat at a nice restaurant, and here she was, in someone's dirty laundry bin with someone who really seemed to dislike her. Why her? was all she could think at this point. All Estella wanted was to be friendly to everyone. After this traumatic experience, she would probably be holed up in her house, where she'd die alone and unhappy, all because of this boy!
Estella continued to sob loudly, quite obviously expressing her fear without words. She didn't want to get caught, but she also couldn't hold back her trepidation anymore.
She was somewhat scared when Jett's hand pressed against her mouth, but she lowered her hands and looked over at him. He was telling her to shut up (or be quiet, as Estella liked to think). The tears didn't stop, but the noises in the back of her throat ceased almost on command. When he removed his hand, she uttered an apology about her noisiness.
Estella tried to relax, tried to seem as calm as him. In truth, she was still trembling and weeping on the inside. She was thinking of all the bad things that would happen to her if she got caught. Not to mention, if she got caught in a laundry bin, how her reputation would be scarred for life!
As she was beginning to be soothed, she glanced over at Jett curiously. She was wondering why he had even bothered to help her hide. Maybe it was to save himself. If she got caught, she might rat on him. That was probably why. He didn't trust her to keep her mouth shut. In all honesty, she probably wouldn't. It wouldn't be because she didn't like Jett. It would be out of pure reflex and fear.
"You know, you smell really good," Estella commented quietly. She leaned over toward him a bit. "A lot better than these clothes anyway." A small half-smirk spread across her lips, feeling proud of herself for breaking the silence with a sort-of nice compliment. Even though he smelled girly. Estella liked girly smells, even if it was on him.
As the sirens continued to sound, Estella found the drone of them as kind of mesmerizing. She was growing tired, just waiting here, even if it was suspenseful. She was wondering how long they would be in here, but at the same time, she was sleepy. It was only natural.
Estella yawned casually, looking over at Jett as she did. Her heart was still beating rapidly and her body coursed with adrenaline. She supposed she was being exhausted by the fact that her body was so tense and on such high alert. This couldn't be what he did for fun all the time. It made her terribly exasperated. How did he handle it?
"Are they going to find us?" she asked, trying to hide the weariness in her voice.
WORD COUNT505
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTEShe has a heart of gold lawl
TAGjett
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Post by JETT RORY NETTLES on Nov 15, 2010 8:43:47 GMT -8
EVERY LITTLE KISS AND GRIN YOU GAVE WAS JUST A LITTLE BULLSHIT I SAW
THROUGH. THE ALCOHOL IS SCENTED WITH YOUR BREATH, YOU'RE ALWAYS DONE
UP TO JUST BE USED. I'M WAITING FOR EXCUSES THAT DECEIVE. I'LL
MEET YOU IN THE BACK TO SEE THEM THROUGHhow did i let her inside?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A flush of color showed on Jett’s face at her compliment. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed that he smelled like a can of artificial roses, no it was far from being embarrassment. He supposed that he was kind of mad for her liking it at all because he needed some encouragement to absolutely despise the smell. Jett wanted to hate the girl who owned it. If he could do just that then his heart would not have to hit so much turbulence and he wouldn’t be tempted into her little favors and games. Somehow she always managed to drag him in and tear him apart. He was always stupid enough to fall for it though. In the end, it was his fault and he knew it. She never warned him that she was going to go around with other guys but by now he should have known. Jett should have known that people can’t change their ways so easily and so quickly. He should have known because he was one of those people. Plenty of people wanted him to change, he was sure, but who could ever trust him to do that? And who in their right mind would when even he knew it was impossible. He was an idiot…
He shook those feelings away, brushing it off with other thoughts. The only positive thing that had managed to come to his mind though was the fact that little miss not-so-confident-after-all over there had finally shut up with her whining. He much preferred this dull, dank silence over her sniffling and carrying on. He didn’t take the silence that he had for the moment for granted either. He tanked whatever god there could have been for it while he still had the opportunity because he damn well knew that she wouldn’t sit tight with her mouth shut. She always had questions… Damn it.
The teenager shrugged in the darkness at her question. He closed his eyelids and listened to any sounds that he could hear from the building. There was creaking and snapping from footsteps hurrying around and the inevitable sound of angry voices whispering at one another. But, alas, there was no sound of anyone rushing down to the basement to check the laundry bin. It probably didn’t really cross anyone’s mind to check there. You chucked your laundry down the chute and thought nothing of it until you needed to go and get those cleaned clothes downstairs. Not to mention, the doors were more than likely locked up at this hour. The only way in and out was the chute above the two teenagers sprawled in dirty laundry.
Finally, his eyes opened up again, they were greeted with darkness and faint outlines on the ceiling.
“If you keep your crying to a minimum then I highly doubt anyone will find us,” he murmured sharply at her. “But if you don’t shut up then I’m really sure that someone is going to hear us mumbling in their laundry chute. And if you ask me, they might find that to be a little suspicious.”
Jett pushed himself upward in the massive pile of clothing, grabbing onto the side of bin so that he could stand in it. Once he got decent enough footing, he swung his left leg over the side and quickly flung his body over and landed squarely on the ground below. Before stepping forward he waited for the soft echo from his landing to die and let his eyes adjust to the dark setting. Even after that moment, he couldn’t see much. Just hushed outlines still of things that looked like your normal laundry mat.
He walked carefully over toward some of the only light trickling into the dark room. It was coming from a boarded up window that he was sure was leveled perfectly with the streets. He put his arms up on the side and lifted himself, straining his muscles to stay up as he peeked through the crack. Unfortunately he couldn’t see much. He saw enough to tell him to wait a little longer though since there were dark boots rushing around above. So Jett sunk back into the darkness and backed up from the window, still keeping his eyes up on it.
“Gonna have to wait this out.” WORDS 716
NOTES OH YES, HE TRULY DOES xP
TAGS ESTELLA INCA ERIS
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Post by ESTELLA INCA ERIS on Nov 15, 2010 13:07:40 GMT -8
IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN( i ' l l h a v e s o m u c h m o r e t o s a y) Estella shifted about in the clothes, wondering exactly why she was still sitting here. She supposed it was because Jett was, and he seemed like the team leader right now. She knew she certainly wasn't. If it wasn't for him dragging her down here, she'd probably be arrested by now. Estella wasn't the brightest when it came to pressuring situations. She didn't know how to react very quickly.
Finally, her heart beat was beginning to slow, and the adrenaline that was pumping through her veins had diminished. She could almost feel her blood return to normal. She wasn't really afraid anymore. Estella was somewhat reassured by Jett's words.
Just faintly, she could see his silhouette clambering out of the laundry bin. He had a fairly good idea there. Estella followed suit in his actions, except on the opposite side of the bin. She fumbled a bit, barely able to make it out of the thing without hurting herself.
Her eyes traced him as he walked toward the shred of light that pierced the darkness of the basement. As he stood before it, she could certainly see him plainly now. Estella was curious and wanted to look out there, but she decided not to bother him with any of that. She would probably end up tripping and making a lot of noise if she tried to go over there. So, she stayed where she was, determined not to move from her spot.
"Wait it out? With you?" Estella echoed, exasperation in her voice, "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that. You're actually pretty nice, in your own way." She rubbed her temples, somewhat stressed out by all of this and him. He seemed like one of those people that if you said the wrong thing to that he would sooner chew your throat out than try to figure out what you meant.
Estella had completely forgotten her vow to stay in her little spot. Instead, she began to wander around the basement, though there wasn't much to look at. She was bored... and curious. Her hands ran across the walls as she walked, which also helped her keep balance as she padded on.
When the silhouette of Jett was nearby, Estella stopped and turned her eyes toward him. She calculated the distance she would need to get around him, but sadly, it wasn't as fruitful as she thought it would be. She started to walk forward, but the toe of her shoe caught his heel and she tumbled to the ground.
"Ow. I'm sorry," Estella said softly, standing to her feet. She brushed herself off and then looked back at Jett. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I think I--hey, what's this?" She looked down at her hand, though she could hardly see it. Her left hand came to her right palm and when she touched it, she felt something warm and sticky. Estella's index finger moved about her palm until she found the source of the warmth. There was a deep, but short cut etched into her hand. She concluded that she must have fallen on a large rock or some glass or something. Whatever it was, it was starting to sting, and Estella was trying her best to keep her emotions inside.
She tucked her hands at her side, but her injured hand rained blood down the side of her pants. She tried to forget about it, and for a few moments, was able to walk back to her spot by the laundry bin and sit down. Estella didn't say a single word to Jett about her cut. Instead, she attempted to fix it by covering it with her other hand. She hoped it would clot the blood or just do something to make it stop hurting.
WORD COUNT648
LYRICS:if we ever meet again by timbaland
NOTESkiss her boo-boo ):
TAGjett
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