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Post by MAX ANNABEL CARDIGAN on Dec 17, 2011 10:33:49 GMT -5
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 what time was it? max groaned at the thought, pulling her blanket more over her head, burying her face against her pillow at the thought of it being morning. she hadn't slept well the night before, too much stress laying on her shoulders for her insomniac head to be decent to her. in total, it felt like she'd gotten only a few hours of sleep. that was either her inward clock being on spot, or she had slept longer than she had thought, and just didn't feel it.
another twenty minutes passed by, max barely fading into sleep, even with the blanket pulled securely over her head. eventually, she gave up, and the need to use the washroom overtook her will to stay in bed. the twenty-four year old rolled out of bed, almost heading out of her room without realizing that it was an extremely bad idea to walk around a house in a g-string, unless she was the only one in it. it took her a few moments of doing the pee-dance in order to find a pair of boxers to throw on over it, but she managed without breaking her seventeen year streak of not pissing herself (not that it was anything to be proud of, really).
usually, after going to the bathroom, max would take her boxers back off after she entered her room. on this particular morning, she didn't. her mind was only focused on getting some more sleep, and since the boxers were naturally just as comfortable as her dental floss of underwear, she couldn't care less if she wore it longer than she originally intended. and, naturally, max turned to her trustworthy bong to try and aid her to sleep, considering she didn't have a warm body to crawl into bed beside. her last night's session was still leftover, leaving her a few bowls to get herself the motivation to start cutting up more of the many buds she had either stolen, or grown. some of them were premature, but the THC was still good enough for her, no matter how little of a high it actually gave her.
after she cut up another nugget of weed, she was good to go for the next hour or so- hopefully she didn't make it that long before passing out. but, naturally, her body had other plans, and the weed didn't do much for her lack of sleep. instead, it just made her bored. without knowing if anyone was awake in the house, and not wanting to leave the comfort of her room to find out, max knew she couldn't grab her guitar and start strumming at it like she usually would. her eyes did catch one of the few books she had laying about, and instantly the need to reread the murder of sharon tate and friends crept up. it was a little sad to admit with zombies roaming the world, but there was still a large spot in her heart for charlies manson. nothing romantic, or admirable, but an interest that she found with all serial killers.
either that, or the weed was just making her more psychotic.
as the next hour passed, she laid on her bed without the covers, and rotated between smoking her bong, which was named smiley for obvious reasons, and reading paragraphs of the novel. it wasn't politically correct, but that factor was well out of sight, out of mind, especially with the help of her green friend.
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Post by JOSEPH STEPHEN PORTER on Dec 17, 2011 12:37:31 GMT -5
a l l o ft h e s e b l a n k e t s o f r a in i've heard enough about it, you say that I lied
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in a means of wooing her next, as successful as his attempts had been so far, he went about cooking a very vast breakfast as he did back when he was at home when his parents were too busy to fix him anything. a grin plastered on his face as he went about frying bacon and putting coffee and tea on, whichever she'd prefer. He snapped a couple eggs, made toast, fried pancakes and made a waffle. joey went to every extension of preference for her to make a choice if she so pleased. he hummed a tune the while, a familiar one that he never could make out much on his guitar but was determined to today of all days. he got a large tray, fixing all of the individual items upon it and making it look very presentable. he could just imagine it now, entering the room and max swooning over him for being such a gentleman and making her breakfast...so that definitely wouldn't happen, but he really could hope and dream.
he set the tray on the table, unable to get that tune of his head, and went over to his epiphone acoustic and tuned it up a little before strumming d and fingering his way about getting the notes correctly, simple enough stuff. he got it as right as he though, the switch to dm to g7 a little tricky at first for his little but trained fingers. after practicing for a while longer he began to strum and pluck with a little bob dylan finesse, as the song was inspired by his playing style. joey began to sing norwegian wood as he played the notes spot on, not knowing they were himself really. he played the length of the song before ending on g major. he released a sigh, maybe one day he'd actually play for someone other than his old...likely very dead...band of fellow sophomore students. he felt pathetic really, but it wasn't like he'd be making a show of it, what did it matter in this world? what people cared about was his ability to shoot a moving target from a insane distance.
as he set his guitar back in it's stand he stretched a little bit, thinking it was about time to get up his courage and impress max. he grinned and picked up his tray, heading toward her room and stopping at the door. "hey max, good morning, you're looking as wonderful as ever today...no that won't work" he looked down, mumbling the possible means of smooth talking her. as far as smooth talking went at this age anyway. "did you do something with your hair? it seems extra blue today" he would've face palmed at that one if he had free hands. "hey max, good morning, hope you slept well...i didn't, i laid awake thinking about-...that's creepy...i was whacking it to...still creepy..."he sighed as defeat was coming up. maybe this was all a big mistake and he should just turn around...who put milk, orange juice, water, coffee, and tea on a large tray for the person to choose from? it's not like she'd be that hungry to eat all of this stuff...but maybe they could have a little breakfast together.
he sighed and pushed the door open with his back, turning into the room and closing it behind him "good morning max, i was just...thinking that i'd make you...whoa" the room was smokey and smelt of...something he couldn't really distinguish all that well as the tray rattled a bit where he stood; stopped in his tracks with widened eyes "m-max?" he asked in trepidation and wonder of what exactly was going on. if there was a fire or something she should have alerted him sooner so they could put it out. but this didn't smell like a house fire...instead it was rather relaxing fumes, he felt a little bit like smiling despite the back of his eyes burning a bit. | [atrb=width,100]outfit ,heretagged ,max notes ,you're good ;D this shall be fuuuunnn |
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Post by MAX ANNABEL CARDIGAN on Dec 17, 2011 15:55:10 GMT -5
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it seemed like the more she smoked, the more she wanted to read. it was rare for cravings like this to surface, so max usually didn't bother trying to put them to a stop. it wasn't like she had anything to do today, anyway. malcolm wouldn't take her seriously enough to let her become a ranger, so she was still 'jobless', and utterly useless to everyone and anyone in mater. all she was good for was smoking pot, lazing around in bed, and not getting dressed for the rest of the day. at least, that plan sounded extremely wonderful to her. whether she'd get to live it through all day, she couldn't tell.
if she had known that joey was going to be going to great heights to fix her a breakfast and bring it into her, max would've held off on the weed until after he had left. she didn't want to be the reason why he turned into a stoner, especially since he was only fourteen. sure, that was older than she was when she first started, but that didn't mean she wanted to force anything on the kid. plus, if malcolm ever found out that she was smoking weed with joey even being home, she had no idea what he might lecture her about first; being responsible, or quitting altogether.
at first, all max could think as she looked up from her book to see joey entering her room, was that she was super glad she had put on a pair of boxers. it completely spaced in her head that she had hot boxed her room, neglecting to open her bedroom window because of the heat outside. her eyes caught sight of the tray, mounds of food and glasses registering in her head, and her stomach let out a hungry growl as the smell travelled to her nose. it wasn't until he stopped and said her name with such bewilderment that max clued in. "fuck!" her book was tossed onto her bed, and she scrambled to get onto her feet. nearly tobbling over the end of her mattress, which had no form of bedframe at all, she slid the window open and started to wave her hands. it was a bad attempt at trying to air it out, but it was all she really had.
"dammit, joey. you need to learn how to knock-" she says a bit scoldingly, turning back around, only to stop in her tracks when she sees the tray and remembers. "or.. just announce yourself. i could've been changing, or something." max pushed the idea of joey walking in on her with a guy, doing the dirty. or worse- getting herself off. that wasn't something she wanted to subject him to, either. but, like always, max couldn't stay mad at him. well, maybe mad wasn't the best word to use. flustered, was more like it. walking back over her mattress, she flopped down, taking a seat at the edge of the bed beside her night table. grabbing her bong, she tucked it away between the nightstand and her dirty laundry pile, hoping he wouldn't question it too much if he didn't know what it was already. afterwards, she grabbed her weed tray and opened the top drawer on the nightstand, setting it carefully inside, before sliding it back in, equally as careful.
sliding her glasses up into her bedhead (despite the fact that they weren't even technically glasses), she rubbed at her eyes. "is that for us?" she asked, changing the topic rather quickly, gesturing towards the tray in his hand with a nod of her head. letting her hand move from her eye, she patted the bed beside her, inviting him to sit down. "you made all of this yourself?"
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Post by JOSEPH STEPHEN PORTER on Dec 17, 2011 16:59:37 GMT -5
a l l o ft h e s e b l a n k e t s o f r a in i've heard enough about it, you say that I lied
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joey wasn't the most familiar with drugs, the area he grew up in being so closely tied with cia headquarters that anyone in town hinting at any material of that standard was dealt with fairly quickly; it never made local news. however one band practice their drummer did take one extra pain killer for his headache. that was literally as naughty as things got in the rich part of arlington. if you went downtown it changed though, after a certain hour it was only a place for lewd actions, but joey was kept sheltered from his mother and raised to just be a good kid with perfect attendance and good grades. still, he wasn't an idiot, he knew what drugs were he just never asked questions. he didn't think ill of them as his mother would've pushed if she even knew that he had a clue what they were. he was an only child and no matter what age he was his mother saw a small child when she looked at him. even that was a big jump from being seen as an infant. but making breakfast and coming into a room full of incrimination wasn't something he expected in the least; especially not from the angel max cardigan
joey's eyes were glued to max, sadly to say this was the most revealed he had ever even seen a female before, he really should have knocked or something before coming in like this. but when he saw her rush to air out the window after swearing he still couldn't unfreeze from where he stood, his eyes glued on her bouncing chest when she rose from the bed as well as her wiggling ass when she went to the window. his jaw dropped as he watched in awe, feeling a tightening below and lowering the tray a little to hide his boner. he tried to entertain the thoughts of things that were the anti-turn on such as how zombified miley cyrus could be an improvement as well as what he'd name a pet if he had one. completely random, but it was the opposite of looking at max's full chest as she went pretty much frantic. teenage hormones be damned, a child in a world of adults...rooming with a really...'developed' one
"I...i'm sorry" he stammered before shutting his eyes tightly. "you're indecent, I...I'm really really sorry" he watched her as she moved back to her bed, catching sight of her bong. he knew exactly what it was, having heard about them before but he never thought he'd see one ever...nor smell this very odd scent. he quickly went back to shutting his eyes instead of staring. he couldn't imagine how embarrassed he'd be if she walked in on him especially when he was whacking it. she was the prime subject when he was at it anyway and the last thing he needed was her knowing he was so disgusting...girls hated that, right? he wished that he was a little older, maybe taller, that way she could look at him the way he looked at her...but she always treated him like he was such a child. he was fourteen for god's sake! he was exposed to plenty, sure not much on the whole weed front, but he wasn't that sheltered...just pretty sheltered. his still undefeated boner attested to that pretty well.
he nodded slowly as she asked hearing her voice and chancing opening one of his eyes before opening them both and heading on over to sit where she patted down, setting the tray down on the table. "yes, I w-wanted to erm...make you something really special because I...because we're...so...here's breakfast, so yeah, you can have whatever you'd like" he blushed deeply, getting a good show to her cleavage from his position, shuffling his leg to hide his boner more as it laid on his thigh, his hands sorta over that area "so...how long have you been smoking marijuana?..." it must have made her cool, or she liked it, which meant she liked guys that liked it...which, by that theory, if he smoked it too she'd like him! "can I...try it?" | [atrb=width,100]outfit ,heretagged ,max notes ,hahah bonertown, population joey xP |
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Post by MAX ANNABEL CARDIGAN on Dec 19, 2011 19:25:11 GMT -5
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max really wanted to laugh when he said she was indecently dressed. this wasn't anything near what max's usual comfy clothes were, so the idea of what she was currently wearing being too little was a little daft to her. usually, before the world went to shit, it'd be rare for her to walk around in anything but whatever underwear she had on. she never had visitors that wanted to see her dressed, anyway, so it just became a bit of a habit. luckily, one that she had broken for the most part as soon as joey had moved into the room upstairs. now she only slept shirtless if she knew he was asleep, or when she was too drunk to really give a shit.
if max ever, ever caught joey with a hard on, that'd probably be the end of everything right there. in her eyes, he was still a kid. he was still someone who would be scared of monsters under his head and in his closet in max's eyes. it didn't even occur to her that at fourteen, she was acting much older than her age, and her mentality was well beyond her years. just because she wasted her intelligence with smoking weed, drinking, and allowing herself to get taken advantage of didn't mean she hadn't been capable of holding a conversation fit for adult's ears. why she didn't treat him like he was his age hadn't even come up in her head, not something she ever really thought about. even when he mentioned it, she shrugged it off, throwing it into the 'he's just trying to act tougher' category.
the stammering he managed to finally get out after her question only made her believe, further, that he wasn't really as mature as he was. she was completely oblivious to the fact that he liked her, or rather, it was more of a crush.. going on maybe creepy? then again, max was probably the only girl in mater who'd think getting viewed as an angel would be creepy. she let a smile creep over her lips, figuring that he had put a lot more effort into it than she would've this morning, so she might as well be grateful, rather than dwelling on how childish his stuttering was inside her head. she was just in the middle of pouring herself a coffee when joey asked how long she'd been smoking pot. for a moment, she froze, almost unsure of what to do, or how to answer him. but at least she hadn't been the one to subject him to pot the first place, right?
stirring in her last spoonful of sugar, she sat back on her bed, pulling her legs up to cross underneath her, taking an extremely hot sip from the side of her mug. her mind was too busy buzzing to register most of the pain, luckily. "since i can remember, i guess. why? you're not supposed to be interested in this kinda shi- stuff." she glanced at him sideways, honestly having no idea why she didn't think even swearing in front of him was a good idea. it'd be hard to censor herself, considering almost every sentence she said had at least one curse word in it, especially lately. blinking, she was at first unphased by his question. it wasn't until it actually sunk in that she slowly started to shake her head. "er.. why? you wanna end up like me?" she reaised her eyebrows as she looked at him, a bit of a smile pulling at her lips, trying to make him realize how better off she probably would've been without the mental craving for weed.
then again.. if he was gonna try it, she wanted to make sure that he was at least in a safe place to do so. she wished someone had given her a safe place to try out drugs and their effects when she was his age. biting her lip, she slid her mug onto the nightstand to her left and slowly let out a breath. "can we settle on a joint? it takes less attention to do, and it doesn't hit you as hard. plus it's easier to grab a joint out of your hands if someone decides to pay a surprise visit," something max didn't expect, but it wasn't a bad idea to try and cover her tracks up as much as possible before she even made them.
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Post by JOSEPH STEPHEN PORTER on Dec 22, 2011 13:35:27 GMT -5
a l l o ft h e s e b l a n k e t s o f r a in i've heard enough about it, you say that I lied
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growing up, it was something people wouldn't associate with the innocent little face joey wore. they thought he had to be a scrawny eleven year old who needed hugs and cookies and the likes to keep him happy. that he needed to be protected and preserved for innocence rather than heading out into danger's way as he did. he'd head out without the smallest fear, kill a walker with ease, and bring back loot as if he were trained to do so for many more years than he lived. to know that he was just around the bend of turning sixteen in a matter of weeks was lost on his friends. they all assumed that this innocent face couldn't grow older or have puberty's effects take the front seat. every day he was getting a little older, feeling his chin start to itch with the minute sign of facial hair starting up there but barely present. his first hair was accidentally plucked out once when max thought he had something on his face and tried to pick it off like he was a child she needed to make look presentable. he missed that single chin hair, but maybe one day he'd have a glorious beard to make up for it. certainly max would take notice and fall for him. women went for that right? rugged beards.
all he wished was for her to like him, sure she thought he was alright and all like a little companion or accessory butler to clean and cook for her about the house. but he wanted her to actually see him, see how kind he could be and have her see him the same way he saw her. it was reaching for far too much, he was positive anyone would have a hard time getting that look from max...right? maybe one day she'd look at him and give him that goofy smile he always gave her before he shrunk away and excused it for something else. this time he didn't shrink away, he rose to it as he asked to try pot for the first time with her, he knew she wouldn't make him feel bad about it nor would she hurt his feelings when he fucked up. even if she didn't love him back she was still his friend and sweet to him.
a single brow quirked as she censored herself, wondering just how young she thought he was. he was an avid uncensored south park watcher and he was in a band with...less sheltered kids, well as less sheltered as arlington could permit. "i'm not supposed to be in this shit hole situation either but here I am..so I am interested in that kind of shit" he whispered the swears. his brow furrowed, he didn't want to end up 'like' her as much as 'with' her. he barely understood what that meant, she was angelic after all. but he didn't think her beauty could be replicated, so naturally it was impossible to ever stack up to her greatness. "hey, i said i want to do it, do you need anymore reasoning?" he gave her an equal smile, nervousness hiding behind his smile, wondering what being high ever would be like.
joey smiled as she came to an agreement on how it would go, did he know what a 'joint' was? not in the slightest, but he supposed if he just nodded it would do the trick. so, he nodded. "no worry, i always lock the doors when I come in" he joked, hinting how unsafe the house was when it was just max in. he waited patiently with his hands clasped together. | [atrb=width,100]outfit ,heretagged ,max notes ,whaaat a nerd |
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Post by MAX ANNABEL CARDIGAN on Jan 11, 2012 20:36:17 GMT -5
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babysitting had never been an opportunity for max to experience like most teenagers. instead of her mother whisking her away to her friend's place in order to watch her two "darling" children so they could have a girls night out had never occurred, because the only ages that max was ever at home, she wasn't even capable of taking care of herself. after she had been kicked out, that was the last of any chance she had for childhood experiences that a lot of girls went through. and, up until the end of the world, max hadn't even considered what she had missed; cleaning up after young kids didn't seem all that appealing, and getting paid a measly twenty bucks to watch hellions for a couple hours didn't seem to balance in her head. but after joey moved in upstairs? she wished she had at least basic knowledge of what younger kids enjoyed, considering she really doubted eighties gorific movies, smoking pot, and screwing like animals was anywhere near being in joey's interests.
if max hadn't been trying to keep the whole underlining fact that joey was almost ten years younger than her in wraps, and to respect all the hard effort he'd already put into that morning, she would've burst out laughing from his whispered swears just on basic principle of the THC in her system. it was cute, in a way, max couldn't deny that, but it wasn't something she'd really want to hear every single time he tried to swear. new to swearing or not, if you didn't do it right, using curse words was pointless. "remind me to give you a lesson on swearing, yeah? 'cause that's not gonna hold up in a conversation." to be honest, max wasn't sure if that kind of swearing would hold up in much of anything. she really hoped if he made a habit out of using the word shit, he'd at least say it with a little more confidence- at least, as much confidence as someone could say while using a word like that. "well, yeah, sorta. just because you say you wanna do something doesn't mean i should encourage it. but i guess this is better than you trying to steal some of my stash when you think i'm asleep or something." not that max actually thought joey'd ever try and steal something from her, much less while she was still in the room. the tone she had used to finish off her statement had been more playful than the rest, hoping he'd keep caught up with her, and understand the joke.
"pfft," she scoffed to his statement about locking the door. "if anyone's stupid enough to walk in without being invited, that's on them, not me." max gave him a playful nudge, one that she'd have given to a younger brother or sister when they were play fighting over something. at least, that's how she had seen the contact, anyway. pulling her first drawer out on her nightstand, max grabbed the small baggy of already busted up weed, letting it fall into her lap while she routed for her papers. joints weren't a common thing for her to partake in, simply because she hated rolling and bongs were her favourite. but she always seemed to have a stack of papers on hand, no matter her preferences. as soon as she found them, she pulled one of the watermelon flavoured papers from the package and set it down on the top of her nightstand. pre-cut filters were scattered around her drawer, as well, making it easy to select one of the thin pieces of cardboard at random to roll up into a filter.
with concentration written all over her face, max tucked a few bedhead strands of hair behind her right ear, keeping it out of her face to give her a clear view of her hands. lifting the bag of weed, she opened the zip-lock top and started to pinch out some of the green pieces, smoothing them along the width of the paper, keeping to the center of it for the most part. as soon as it was as filled as she wanted it, she closed up the bag after emptying the access air and tucked it back into the drawer. grabbing the paper carefully, she started to work the folds between both her index fingers and thumbs, rolling the weed until it was snug against the walls of the paper, and started to roll it into a circle. leaning forward, she wet her lips before dragging her tongue along the inside lip of the paper that would fold over the other side, slowly rolling the body up until her saliva made the thin sheet stick together. next, she started to fold up the filter until it was extremely small, toppled over itself tightly. easing it into the end she had deemed for the mouth, she released it, and let it expand against the walls of the paper, holding the filter in place.
a look of accomplishment took over max's features, and she held the joint up. the fact that she was happy she had been able to roll it without making it look pregnant was probably a bad sign, but she didn't waste time on thinking it over. instead, she grabbed her lighter and rested the filter between her lips. lightening the bic, she ignited the end of the joint, taking quick inhales to get it going. as soon as it was lit properly, she tossed the lighter back onto her night stand and slowly held the joint out for joey to take.
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