Post by » ashleigh garnet • on Sept 13, 2008 16:51:04 GMT -5
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• ASHLE! GH GARNET •
Found my way to the highway, I don't wanna tell you the state I'm in
I've had too much to smoke, too much to drink, where have I been?
I feel like the stars are getting closer and the sky is closing in
And I don't know where to begin,
We're all looking for something, to take away the pain
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• ASHLE! GH GARNET •
Found my way to the highway, I don't wanna tell you the state I'm in
I've had too much to smoke, too much to drink, where have I been?
I feel like the stars are getting closer and the sky is closing in
And I don't know where to begin,
We're all looking for something, to take away the pain
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wings beat per minute ;; 1,062
alarm clock;; WAKEYUPDUBY.
mirror image;; coming soon. im tired.
script says ;; there it is, hope you like it =/
• The Smoke Pit. Notorious for the kind of students it attracted like moths to a light, flies to trash, or if you wanted a more pleasant comparison then bees to a beehive. Angry, angry bees the stupid kind that didn't care that if they stung you you'd die as long as they'd managed to hurt you somehow. That was exactly the kind of negative emotions that the pit managed to attract, and fights breaking out weren't unusual; in fact, they were rather common and made for regular entertainment. A more trashy, cheaper, competitive version of the impromptu House parties that went on at the weekends; because the girls hadn't all grown up enough yet to have learnt the definition of being classy and what it meant, they'd merely learnt that flashing more flesh got you better tips and more treats than usual. Too much testosterone, immaturity and hormones wildly out of control meant that the place wasn't one for the weak hearted or the clean of mind to stay, yet it was perfect to sneak over to so that you could enjoy a good smoke in peace. Without the self righteous disapproving side glances and the haughty's full on glowers as if they could somehow put out the cigarette in your hand merely with the use of enough ice in their eyes. Not that what was being smoked was even the classic tobacco; times had moved on and cannabis was a much more popular request nowadays. Or grass, weed, whatever you preferred to call it. Lying just on the edge of school grounds and on the outskirts, it wasn't a part of the school and so it was considered more or less safe. Discovery by teachers was much less likely and if you were to have the shittiest luck in the world for one to actually somehow find you here (although the question of why they would be present in such a place was the first to jump to mind) then it was fine. Everyone understood that it was every man (or woman) out for himself and god give you strength or who/whatever else it was you prayed to if a plain clothed policeman happened to drop by.
• But luck was on his side; Ashleigh was hesitant to refer to his near ridiculous constant good fortune as God being on his side. Technically what he was doing, made him a very bad boy and yet the judgement of heaven hadn't come upon him. He was half demon and many angels who saw him sensed that there was something not quite right in his biological make up, his dna, his genes. They were told soon enough that he was half demon and the ones he didn't repulse by his mere existence, didn't trust him. His business probably didn't help that at all, and so far there were only two exceptions to that rule. Kay, and Lizzie; both angels and yet still two of the best friends he had ever had and knew he was lucky to have. In all honesty, although he would never tell them that - he'd rather not inflate Lizzie's ego regarding him unnecessarily - they were both far too good for him. Maybe they knew it, maybe they didn't but they stuck around completely out of their own free will and he let them. He might as well make a good thing out of it while it lasted, leave him some memories to remember this time in his life with some sort of happiness attached to it. He did have other friends besides them but they stood out because normally most angels disliked any kind of contact with him; he appreciated it that they were different. There were times when, inevitably, the lines between their being friends and lovers had gotten blurred. Far too many times for his liking but things had managed to clear up and he felt comfortable with them now. Although to be honest it was only ever his fault, seeing as he flirted with every single female he found semi-attractive, whether or not he had any intention of following through with the insinuations behind his words.
• This was exactly why, the blonde thought as he inhaled deeply of his cigarette, he was so glad he had friends like Darren. Ash was straight as a board, and sometimes all that you really wanted was someone of the same gender as you that if you wanted to you could talk to; because they would understand without explanation. He didn't normally 'befriend' his clients, it wasn't at all professional and it didn't change the fact that if they refused to pay up on whatever they'd taken (not that he gave out freebies anyway) he had other 'friends' in lower places who with minimum persuasion would fuck up the idiot so he would not only pay up but would remember forever till the day he died not to mess with him. He didn't know Damien too well, and supplied Dougie and Devon on a regular basis; but it was Darren who if he needed to he would call in favors and vice versa. Their friendship was rock solid and nothing would change that, but he hadn't seen the guy for a full week now - he wasn't getting worried, not exactly. It was more along the lines of being apprehensive about the state of his well being, not to mention curiosity about the latest rumor he'd heard on the school grapevine. Christa.....not Christa. The girl was his ex, and romantic feelings between them were long since dead - it had been freshman year after all - but they were still tight and any guy who cheated on her, he'd quite happily tear them limb from limb without needing to be asked. Only problem was, this rumor didn't quite fit true with Darren's character - but obviously something had happened. Both of them being people he cared about, it would make the thought of tearing Darren apart more than just a little hard. His brow furrowed as the familiar feelings of irritation and the more rare one of confusion flooded through his being, while Ash blew out the smoke in hazy rings which floated out before him theatrically. Lots of practice it had taken him to do that. Bloody Darren, making his life difficult. I wonder where the fucker's got to now?