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Post by CHRISTINE ERIN VIXX on Jan 30, 2011 12:03:51 GMT -8
  Sundays. Christine saw Sundays as her lazy days. days in which she wasted, doing things non-productive. Well after work of course, she worked in her dad’s music shop this morning. She was told to open and that he’d be there mid-afternoon to take over. She helped manage it, sure, she was young, but she knew what she was doing. There were two other employees working in the shop, but they weren’t trusted enough to actually open up which brought christine there today. She had texted Jackson, one of her close friends around twelve. Telling him to come by and they’d just go do random shit from then on. She always had a pretty good time with him, they never really had well thought out plans, the ideas just came to them. and the other was always down to do whatever was suggested. she had her cell in her hands, texting her best friend, Kris. she always texted that girl, they were like the ultimate texting buddies. The crate underneath christine creaked a little, but only out of age, rather than the weight on top of it. this was christine’s favorite spot to hang out in the store. It was right besides the cash register and centered enough so that she could see the entire store.
Her dad had just walked in, same old blue jeans and a black band t-shirt. She smiled at his presence as the two’s eyes met. she smiled wide, ”hey dad!”, she hopped up out of her seat and touched fists with her dad. Her dad was her best friend, they were more friends rather than father and daughter, their relationship was just amazing. ”How’s it going in here?”, her dad asked as he looked around, christine shrugged with a smile, ”it’s alright… since we’re one of the few places open on Sunday’s more people do tend to come in” she said with a smile. She looked around and took a breath as her eyes landed on her skateboard. She swept it up in one swift movement and held it to her side comfortably. She stood at a slant, more of her weight on her left leg. Her dad looked at her and chuckled a bit, his daughter was such a tomboy. She stood there with black skinny jeans, a teal tank top and wristbands on both her wrists. ”well I’m out! Jackson should be here any minute, so later dudes!”, christine high fived the other employee and her dad right after, she made her way to the door and that’s when she saw Jackson coming her way through the glass. She smiled as she stepped outside and walked towards him, ”right on time!”.
She stood in front of him as she looked around then back at him. she was much shorter than him, but the girl was much stronger than she seemed. Don’t let her size fool you. ”please tell me you haven’t eaten yet… because I need some fries of some sort… I haven’t eaten all day”, she said as she patted her tiny stomach with her free hand. ”oh and hey maybe we can sneak into the movie theatre later?”, she suggested with a cute light shrug, she really didn’t mind what they did. she just didn’t want to be home. she liked just exploring on days like this one. there was something about the day before a school day that just… stuck out to her. it was like the world was telling her ‘this is your last chance this week to do what you want’ and so she did. she had learned quite a few things thanks to Sunday’s like this. hell, she and Jackson had even found secret passageways in places, like restaurants and the movie theatre. They were always walking around the streets causing mayhem here and there so most of the merchants down the street knew them.
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[/color] six-forty-eight TAGGED: J A C K S O N NOTES: (: [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by JACKSON ELLIOT RICHARDS on Feb 1, 2011 14:09:30 GMT -8
Bickering adults wasn't really a new fact to the Richards' household, in fact it was a normal companion. Well, normal when his father and step-mother were home. The bickering, however, was quite new to the morning part of the day. Mornings were usually quiet, his father was off to work and his step-mother would have been busy doing whatever step-mom's did best... well, his sort of step mothers. She was usually out of the house doing some sort of morning errand. His dad's current wife was pretty into having a good social life, something about money and knowing people. It didn't really matter, no one really lasted long as one of his father's wives. Jack had sort of wanted to tell her not to get too comfortable, but he'd voted against that idea. He didn't really need the unwanted confrontation with his father. In fact, he didn't want the bullshit conversation about how he was supposed to be nice to some woman who was only related by his father's marriage. He sort of wanted to bet on how long she'd last with his dad. He didn't think it'd be very long, his dad was hard to live with. Jack really felt sorry for all of the women his father married, they weren't usually bad women, it was his father who was bad.
Jack rolled out of bed after receiving Christine's text. It was perfect timing since he could hear the volume reaching maximum on the arguing. The worst part about the bickering was that he wasn't sure if it was with his step-mom or via a phone conference. The boy rubbed his eyes and started walking towards his bathroom. He relieved himself and flushed the toilet. A yawn escaped his lips, as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands. His ma had always told him to wash his hands, it was a given. Peeing was a gross action. Jack checked himself out in the mirror as he washed his hands. His brown hair looked like hell, then again when didn't it. He always sort of had the bed-head look, it was in right now after all. Jackson ran some gel through his hair slightly, just so it wouldn't look like he was homeless. He walked back to his room to get dressed.
When he was finished dressing he risked walking downstairs and grabbed his coat. Jack walked to the front door and wasn't stopped, luckily. He noted that his step-mother's car wasn't there, and that his father was likely just bickering with one of the people who worked for him. Jack shook his head, a cocky smirk present on his face. He shoved his fists into his pockets as he started walking towards where Christine told him to meet her. Jack was pretty glad she'd texted him, he didn't really fancy spending the whole day listening to a one-sided conversation between his dad and some poor "incompetent" fool.
Jack crossed the street to where Christine's dad's store was and spotted her. He grinned lazily. "Oh hey there Christine." he said merrily. His smirk grew in size as she spoke, his hands still in his pockets. His smile faded into a playful business look, "what's it to you shorty?" he said, winking. His smirk was placed back onto his lips almost as suddenly as it had disappeared. "Mmm fries sound good." he nodded a little, "However, i don't need to sneak into anywhere. I'm old enough to do all the basic necessities." he said nodding a little, "You know, vote, sit at the bar, buys smokes and porn. I'm set. You on the other hand, aren't so lucky." he smirked.
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Post by CHRISTINE ERIN VIXX on Feb 9, 2011 8:44:14 GMT -8
the weather outside on this particular day was fair. The sun was out but it wasn’t very hot, there was a slight breeze but not cool enough to make you want to throw on a sweater. The air was fresh and the noises surrounding the two were just multiple conversations all around. Christine giggled at his words, she was referred to as “shorty” a lot. she only stood at about 5”2, but hey, at least she was taller than that Snooki chick on the Jersey Shore. She nodded rapidly, ”Yay! I know exactly where to get the best fries too” she finally stood next to him, skateboard still in hand and the two began to start walking. She nudged him a little and laughed, ”hey! Don’t let my size fool you, bud. I’m eighteen. People just don’t believe me when I tell them”, she shrugged a bit as if she didn’t care too much about it.”But I can buy cigarettes, vote, buy porn and all that jazz… but I don’t want to”, she stuck her tongue out at him playfully. ”Plus, I just don’t like paying for movies… they’re way too over-priced. I rather spend my money on delicious fresh French fries and a large coke”, she said matter-of-factly. She had pretty bad eating habits, but luckily for her she never gained any weight from it. people told her it was because of her metabolism, she just thinks it’s pure luck and awesomeness. Plus, she could never imagine herself being on a diet and drinking fruit juice every morning. That’s not living. You only live once so go crazy, right? at least, that’s how christine saw it.
She peaked over at him as they walked further, ”i wonder if I’ll ever get a car.. or do you think I’d ride my skateboard for the rest of my life?”, she chuckled a bit as she gestured to her skateboard in her other hand. she loved her skateboard, she had had it for over 3 years. she broke her last one doing an obviously stupid stunt but she had to do it because someone had dared you. she loved dares and she always did them too. the food place wasn’t too far, hell, she could already see the sign of the burger place come into view as the two walked. Her stomach made a slight grumble, she was really hungry. She hadn’t eaten all day. she never ate breakfast, it just wasn’t her thing. So right when she woke up she went straight to the store and just worked and chilled. Conversed with the employees and the customers. The usual, you know? But no, it was food time. and christine’s favorite food ever was fries. With cheese on it too. she practically skipped to the doors and opened it like a gentlemen, ”ladie’s first”, she smirked his way, just goofing around like she normally did.
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[/color] four-eighty-threee TAGGED: J A C K S O N NOTES: (: [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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