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Post by alliecat on Mar 15, 2010 15:00:41 GMT -5
* I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) while some might argue that "judging a book by its cover" is a simply unethical and immoral practice reserved for prejudiced self-righteous assholes, it cannot be denied that every single person, down to the last seemingly noble, pure-hearted saint, judges those damn books by their damn covers. it happened to be human nature. subconsciously or not, jace devereaux was fairly sure that most people who laid eyes on his form-fitting, tattered clothing and naked feet would automatically assume he was something of a hippie; a free-spirited environmentalist whose wardrobe consisted mainly of "MAKE LOVE NOT WAR" shirts and obscure indie merchandise. while this was partially true in the sense that he was quite free spirited and did own a couple of the mildly witty peace shirts that were all the rage these days, he could not help but think for a moment that they should all just fuck off.
jace wriggled his toes against the warmth of the cement beneath him as if to drive home his point. with the pleasant roughness of the concrete and the living heat that emanated from it, wearing shoes seemed like a crime. he couldn't imagine why, with his obsession with cleanliness, he still allowed himself the luxury of no shoes; jace just seemed to contradict himself by walking around germ infested streets with nothing to cover his feet. perhaps it was just another one of his many quirks; who knows when it comes to jace. his hands tunneled deeper into the pockets of his jeans as he pondered this; it seemed by some kind of miracle they were able to wedge themselves into the skin-tight fabric.
"hey, kid, are you going to order something or what?" a gruff voice, colored with irritation, pulled him from his musings. the owner was a plump man of mid-forties standing behind a hotdog booth wearing a "how may i serve you?" apron and an annoyed expression. jace only then realized that he had drifted into the line, and with a rueful sigh, he regarded the menu. thoughtfully he tapped his chin, taking an unnecessary amount of time to contemplate whether or not a lemonade or a tea would tickle his fancy. after the people behind him began to buzz with the disgruntled vexation of a swarm of bees, he wandered off again into the crowd, suddenly bored with his current method of entertainment.
the food stands never seemed to entertain him, though they were almost like a waterhole for the varied species of teens on the tour. why so many people were here was a mystery to him. sometimes he came just to observe people, being the creeper he was, but mostly he avoided the mulling crowds consuming ungodly amounts of food in order to replace the calories lost while out at shows. something about watching other people eat was disgusting, and the smell of grease and trashed food wasn't exactly appealing either. today was a change of pace, however.
jace rarely had time to meander about as he was doing today; there was always places to go, people to see, things to sign, shows to work. he wouldn’t trade it for anything, of course. all the money in the world couldn’t buy him what he had now. he tugged meditatively at the tawny strands of hair that framed his face in choppy layers. without the hectic business that had constantly been plaguing him, he was at a loss. what to do? usually he'd retreat to the bus and read, but there was something about today that pulled him forth from the dark recesses of that infernal vehicle. and so, here he was, ducking absentmindedly among the crowds and weaving through food stands, knowing not to where he was going and caring even less. everything was peachy fucking keen.
...until, of course, he made his way sharply around a corner, whistling as he went, and promptly ran straight into what felt like a brick wall. in actuality, this brick wall was actually a person; now, this would have been perfectly fine, albeit humiliating, but by some streak of horrific luck, this person happened to be brandishing a drink of some sort, in which dumped forward and emptied half its contents onto the front of jace's shirt. he stumbled back with a gasp as the icy liquid trickled down his chest and onto his jeans. "JESUS CHRIST THAT'S COLD." was all he managed, looking up from his shirt at the offender with a look of mingled surprise and agitation.
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Post by megan on Mar 15, 2010 18:13:12 GMT -5
The day hadn't begun very well for Aidan, he'd woken up with a throbbing head and a huge craving for something disgustingly toxic. Aidan had woken up and straight away he had to walk outside and smoke, then he took a cold shower because they'd run out of hot water, which made it all the more terrible, although not unbearable. He'd had worse days after all, and there was not much more that could worsen his outlook on the day at hand. His attire for the day was probably not the best, but then again who knew what the daylight hours had left to give to him. Whatever it was he hoped it didn't involve a sticky situation, or burns. Burns were the absolute worst.
The mind behind the soft blue eyes had been trying to recollect how he'd let this happen? He'd been standing over the mess for a little less than an hour, logically this was not going to do anything for him, emotionally, it made him feel like shit. His fingers let his dark mobile device stay put in his pocket. It hit him almost immediately as the question of when and how raced through his mind. The other night... There was a boy, a very attractive boy mind you. He'd winked at Aidan. Oh god, how did he let that get to him? Oh but it was simple; he'd thought his biggest secret was out of the bag completely. His hands clenched into angry fists and his eyes shut tightly. He'd gotten so flustered.
His fists moved to rub his eyes and face; well, he had nothing to worry about now. Excluding the fact that he'd tangled the wires for the guitars terribly. He had to be the absolutely suavest person around. He was still terribly frustrated with himself, it was like his secret was getting to much to bare now... the last time that happened he'd blurted his secret out to his parents, over dinner. It went a lot better than he thought that it would have. One of his fists dropped to his side, gripping the hem of his white v-neck t-shirt from forever ago. He couldn't remember how old it was, it still looked good and managed to stay hole-less. The other fist morphed to engulf the bridge of his nose with two fingers, this was something that he did not want to be doing on a day like today. To be honest it was hardly even day, he'd come back stage to look at the damage after lunch, it was closer to dinnertime than anything else, but who knew time seemed to crawl along with his situation.
Aidan sighed again and got to work, thirty minutes later he sighed content with the wires. It was a lot better than it'd been earlier. One could even say that they weren't even tangled anymore. He rubbed his tired looking eyes. That would have to do for right now. He worked quickly and put the wires away and smiled for the first time that day. His day could only get better after that right? Sure, it was a hope more than anything else. It was doubtful that his optimism could take much more abuse. He wandered away from his previous disaster sight in search of something to make his day even better. His hand dug into his pocket and retrieved his smokes; he placed one between his lips and put his cancerous cylinders back into his pockets. Aidan's fingertips sank into his pockets once more looking for a sleek silver item that would fill his lungs addiction to the tobacco that was so unhealthily coating the inside of his lungs. He lit the end and continued merrily on his way, only after placing his lighter back into his pocket.
His lungs went straight to work, inhaling through his mouth and exhaling through his nose. It was the way he smoked when he was too lazy to bring his hand to his mouth to pluck the rolled up paper from his lips. His flip-flops smacked against the pavement as he made his way along the road, uncertain as to where he was going. His eyes looked around, drinking in all the people and the sites to look at. It was so strange, he used to hate these sorts of places, now he couldn't get enough of it. While his eyes wandered they spotted what could only be described as liquid gold. He took in the last drags of his cigarette before putting it out and placing it in a bin. He made a beeline for the line.
Only after what seemed like eons Aidan had a bottle of ice cold apple juice. This day seemed to be getting better and better. He cracked the top of the bottle and shut his eyes coming to a stop in the current of people. He brought the bottle up to his lips and expected to get a mouthful of heaven but the bottle was jarred out of his hand and soaked right into his shirt and whoever ran into him. He was about to open his mouth to complain about his wet shirt when the other party did it for him. He opened his eyes and came face to face with a boy. A cute boy.
God really hated him today.
"Oh shit! I am so sorry." He said quickly, his face heating up like a fire. It was any wonder why he was apologizing he didn't run into anyone, but his apple juice was all over this other man's shirt and... jeans.
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Post by alliecat on Mar 15, 2010 21:47:22 GMT -5
* I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) was that… apples? yes, jace could smell it now; crisp and sweet, the pleasant scent of what he could now only imagine was apple juice hung in the heady air between them. his hand went absentmindedly to tug at the damp material of his shirt, pulling the cloth from his now sticky skin. jace's green eyes, dusted with flecks of golden mahogany, flicked down his form with suppressed irritability. jace was examining him; something the boy did to every new person he met. it tended to make for some uncomfortable silences, but he was an infuriatingly visual person. the boy before him was notably embarrassed, pink creeping up his neck as he blushed. he was attractive, at any rate. jace couldn't exactly place it, but he had shy, quiet eyes and a gentle air about him; something of a refreshing change from the loud, boisterous demeanor of so many obnoxious teens these days-- including jace himself.
after a moment, he regarded what the other boy had been saying. he was apologizing. considering the fault was more jace's then this stranger, he imagined that such theft of the blame was both illogical and unfair. the situation didn't make him mad of course-- rarely anything could make him mad anymore-- but it wasn't as if he favored getting covered in sticky sweet juice on a hot new mexico afternoon. still, jace gave him a crooked smile that unfurled like a flower upon his thin lips. "don't worry about it. it's just juice. i have a million of these things back at the bus." he gestured vaguely at the damp shirt.
he then considered the situation, the smile tugging down at the corners, face scrunching up in concealed distaste. the sunlight, once so pleasantly warm upon his back, was now beginning to dry his shirt into a sticky mess. "looks like i owe you an apple juice." his voice was a discontented mumble, barely coherent over the buzzing of the crowd as the few who had stopped to stare moved on. he only now noticed that the other boy was not spared an ample dousing either, except his white shirt was rather see-through with the liquid splashing down the front. jace looked away. never in a million years would he ask for such an unbearably awkward situation. he'd rather shove pine cones down his ears if it meant he didn't completely humiliate himself in front of another guy, who had to be attractive. anything less painful wouldn't be as fun, now would it?
he now felt it necessary to make amends, however, and with a sigh, he spoke again. this time his voice was ruefully abashed. "hey, how 'bout i go get changed and i buy you that apple juice? i feel terrible about.. ah.. dumping it on you." what was he doing? was he inviting him over to his bus? contrary to popular belief, jace was not a social butterfly by any means. this was wildly out of the norm for him, but, by some random dose of brazen confidence, he was willingly conversing with a complete stranger. well, maybe not willingly, but oh well.
"my name's jace, by the way." he refrained from adding the stupid clusterfuck who dumped apple juice on you with surprising difficulty.
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Post by megan on Mar 15, 2010 23:30:06 GMT -5
"Sure it's just juice now, but in a little bit it'll be a nightmare." He sighed, he hate laundry, and he hated it more when something was stained and in the washer. That was a terrible thing, then you had to get all the cleaners and then they gave him terrible headaches, but it was worth clean clothes in the end. He didn't want to come off as an idiot or someone who was totally obsessed with cleanliness, not that he wasn't. He just hated to introduce his silly tendencies right away. Aidan cringed looking at the mess. A large stain was on the man's shirt. He sighed, why did he decide drinking apple juice in the middle of a crowd was a good idea? He never could answer his internal questions, but what they always said was true, hindsight was always clearest.
He said something, something that Aidan couldn't quite comprehend, but it had something to do with apple juice. Oh shit. Was he allergic to apples? Oh god! What if he'd killed this man because he decided to drink his apple juice in the middle of the street!? What would he tell his mother? Oh god, could his day possibly get any worse? Killing a man, death by apple juice. Oh dear Jesus, he had to be the worst human on the planet. He chewed on his lip nervously watching the other man's skin to make sure it didn't suddenly start turning to goop and peeling off of his bones and falling into a puddle at his feet. He was going to be in so much trouble.
Aidan smirked and relaxed a little, noting that none of his fears were coming true, "I'm pretty sure I did the dumping, I mean I was holding the juice, and I was standing in the middle of a congested walkway. So it's my fault, therefore you don't have to get me another." He pointed out as quickly as he'd processed what Jace said. He was not going to let this man buy him something when his luck was so bad. He'd end up having his apple juice explode on him and cause him to bleed and then stain his clothes worse than they already were. "Seriously though. I didn't really want it." Aidan added a smile lighting up his face. Although going to get a clean shirt seemed to be a good idea. He'd do that later. "Perhaps I could clean your shirt? I'm pretty good with stains." It wasn't a lie, he'd often found himself scrubbing strange things out of the fabric of his clothing. Nothing bad just ketchup a lot of the time, and toothpaste. The latter was ironic a little, it cleans your teeth but leaves a gross spot on the clothes.
His mind, of course as paranoid as he was when faced with a man of the same sex, went crazy. Did he know? Was he making it obvious that he was gay? Fuck. He hoped not, oh god for once not let himself be an idiot. He attempted a smile and opened his mouth once again to speak, "I'm Gaidan. I mean Aidan. I'm Aidan. Not Gaidan. Aidan." He said his whole body freezing at the slip. Oh yeah dipshit, now you've done it. It wasn't possible for him to accidentally say "Hey I'm Aidan and I feel very gay today" where it could be taken as an emotion. Nope he had to mess things up really bad right at the beginning and pretty much come out and say "Hey my name's Aidan and I like boys." He should just off himself right there. It was good that he was just a behind the scene man or it'd be even worse. His blush escaped his face and traveled down his neck. He just wished God would hurry up and kill him instead of making him feel like an idiot. He had to be the smoothest man alive, no doubt about it, and living this down would be terrible too. It made him want to go home and climb in his bed and sleep it off.
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Post by alliecat on Mar 16, 2010 1:08:02 GMT -5
* I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) a nightmare. hah. that was strangely laughable, considering the situation jace was currently stuck in was anything but a pleasant dream. could anything get any worse than this? perhaps he'll trip and fall over his own tangible aura of self loathing and break his neck. that'd save him from fucking up any more. he forced himself to pause mid-tirade. it wasn't like him to be so negative. he should be looking at the bright side. A) he was covered in something that was both delicious and smelled like a mixture between an apple pie and a grandma, though the stickiness was begging to bug him. at least it wasn't something like milk, which would quickly spoil and under the unforgiving sun-- smelling like month old milk was never a good thing. B) the person who he had bumped into seemed likable enough. cute, even. the situation started to look better and better.
jace was caught by surprise by the boy's vehement manner of blowing his slip up off; not only did he consider it his fault, but refused to allow jace to replace the drink. that would simply not do. he dismissed the boy's words with a vague wave of his hand, fingers marginally displacing the stagnant heat before it settled down upon him once again. he didn't just expect jace to patch him up and send him on his merry way, did he? no, that wasn't his style. he would fully replace every drop that was lost. he was morally obligated to. plus, it didn't hurt that he could spend a little more time with the stranger, eh?
"perhaps I could clean your shirt? i'm pretty good with stains." a ghost of a smile flickered across his face at that. jace was never handy with fabrics. sure, he could clean surfaces with the ease that spoke of years of practice, but when it came to cleaning clothes, well, it never really worked out well. he was about to reply when he spoke again, this time with an introduction that would consequently remain burned into his brain for the rest of his life. "i'm gaidan. i mean aidan. i'm aidan. not gaidan. aidan." the boy's expression melted into a mask of barely suppressed horror.
jace cracked a grin so wide it hurt his mouth. he was holding back chuckles that bubbled up as coughs in which were hidden behind the back of a tattooed hand; jace registered the fact that aidan was completely and utterly mortified, and would most likely shrivel up and float away should he induce any teasing at the slip up. thus, he said nothing about it, at his own tremendous loss. the boy's mind was already subconsciously conjuring up jokes that died immediately on his tongue, and it seemed criminal not to share them.
"nice to meet you, aidan." his tone was mild, though subtly amused. where this guy came from or what his job was had slipped his mind until now; jace had acquired an ability to sift out the fans from the workers whilst on tour, and aidan certainly didn't seem to be a fan. he was either band or crew, then, but to be honest all he was really concerned about was getting this sugary mess off of him. "hmm. party of three's bus isn't really far from here. it shouldn't take too long." he smiled, fully acknowledging the fact that he was giving the other man little to no choice in the matter. he had begun to walk off, indicating that the man should follow, when he looked back. "and i am going to get you another drink, by the way. humor me."
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there hadn't been much room for talking while ducking between crowds and dodging masses of people, though jace was sure to keep an eye on his new found acquaintance. thankfully, the familiar, hulking shape of the bus rose up out of the crowd, and he grinned triumphantly. "home sweet home." he ducked inside without hesitation, knowing the rest of the band would be out elsewhere, attempting to pass the time as he had been earlier today. evidence of jace's ongoing love affair with pristine cleanliness was evident everywhere; the bus was kept in neat order, clothes and food items stacked in varying methods of classification. "make yourself comfortable. i'll be just a second." without preamble, jace peeled off the tank top and tossed it in some obscure corner of the bus, then busied himself with finding a suitable shirt.
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Post by megan on Mar 16, 2010 16:23:44 GMT -5
Aidan tried to blow his goof off by smiling, although it probably looked like he was in physical pain. Why did he have to be so socially retarded? He stifled a sigh and a look of frustration, which would get him no where in his situation. It was possible that he'd be in physical pain later, but for now he'd have to play it off like he didn't just announce his biggest secret to someone he didn't know. Well, that was a lie; he knew his name and that he wasn't allergic to apples, that just showed that they were tight already.
What was the likelihood that he could get this man, Jace, to stop from buying him another bottle of juice? He could pull the allergy card, he was deadly allergic and he saved his life. Then again that wouldn't work out, how would he explain having the apple juice in the first place? Oh yeah I'm deadly allergic to apples. You stopped me from committing suicide, so please don't buy me another. You might feel bad. Yeah, for some reason he didn't think that it'd go down very well considering suicide was frowned upon in a lot of places and by quite a few religions. Considered selfish and what not. He pursed his lips thinking, oh how his book smarts never came in handy in real world situations. Maybe studying a lot had been a terrible idea, where had it gotten him in life? No where. It barely comprehended in his mind that this boy, who was practically a stranger to him, was inviting him back to his bus. Not at all, he was still quite upset over his name slip-up and the fact that this Jace character wouldn't take no for an answer.
Then again, what harm could come from taking an apple juice from him? Other than the mega explosion, hospital trip, and more spilled apple juice. Speaking of which, his shirt would soon be impossible to peel off of his skin in a while. He looked at Jace and was shocked to see him walking away, he took the hint and followed behind not wanting to offend his new companion. Aidan continued Jace's example and weaved through the people around them towards the tour buses. Which one were they going to? He pursed his lips, he had no clue what he said. He'd been so busy worrying about his inability to form a sentence without being an idiot.
Aidan's paced slowed a little and he took off his shirt. That was the best idea to avoid having to peel his shirt off later and avoid tearing out some very sensitive hairs on his chest and stomach. The only thing that he now had to fear was a terrible case of sunburn on his creamy flesh. He'd been battling sunburn the whole tour, not that it really showed, his skin was still pale. It was a curse, his skin never grew darker with the sun, it grew painfully red; he didn't tan, he fried. He continued walking after Jace, his pace once again returning to normal and his eyes staying glued to the man who was leading him.
His fingers fumbled with the white material of his shirt looping it behind his belt so he didn't have to carry it around. He was glad that he fitted in with so many other people who'd decided to take the same approach, perhaps under different circumstances. It wasn't that he cared if no one else had their shirt off, he just didn't like to stand out. He liked to be behind the scenes and he usually made himself look like a fool. The waistband of his boxers was just visible above his jeans, and he moved his hand up from there and over the flesh of his stomach, it was a little sticky but not unbearably so.
Aidan followed Jace into what he thought was his bus, since he'd said something about home. Jeez, he must be going deaf. He was terrified as to what he'd see, there was no telling how everyone lived on tour. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was nice and clean. He let a smile take over his face as he took in the cleanliness. Aidan watched Jace throw his shirt somewhere. Comfortable, right. he didn't quite know what he meant but sure he'd do whatever for a moment. He looked around curiously as he waited for Jace to finish.
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Post by alliecat on Mar 16, 2010 18:04:47 GMT -5
* I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) long, feminine fingers, tattooed with scrawling script that read "LIVE FREE" on each knuckle, brushed aside gently leaning towers of shirts as jace searched. he pulled a breezy v neck from amid the various skinny jeans and tank tops, and went over to the sink were he wiped the last remnants of sugar from his skin. jace stifled any insecure thoughts as he did so; he was never really the muscled type. he didn't lift weights, nor did he really exercise, so the result was anything but toned. not chubby, but scrawny. he never considered himself attractive. he pulled the shirt up over his choppy hair, leaving it bedraggled and messy, and finally turned to acknowledge aidan, who was looking anything but comfortable. he had gotten rid of his own shirt somewhere along the way, which jace wasn't exactly going to object to. jace could have followed his example, but parading his bare torso out in front of the whole tour didn't really seem appealing. maybe he was just insecure about his body; he was clothed and somewhat clean, at any rate, and that's what they had came here for.
"time to get you that apple juice. and before you say anything, i insist." he grinned once again. jace certainly was smiling a lot today, and he couldn't help but think it had nothing to do with the nice weather. he jerked his head in the general direction of the door, before ducking out of the bus once again. the familiar scents of old food and sweaty teens enveloped him, almost as if in greeting. jace only took a moment to assure himself that aidan had exited before he turned to survey his surroundings. he certainly didn't want to go all the way back to the food stands now, as much as he hated the place. luckily, vending machines happened to dot the place in small clusters, and the pair wasn't to far from one now. he set off again.
jace could feel his naturally impulsive, child-like ways start to bubble toward the surface, as was standard once he spent enough time with someone he genuinely liked. it was evident in the way he seemed to bounce from place to place, dragging whoever was with him along with the ride. of course, he was toning it down some because he had just met this kid, but it wasn't as if he could pretend to be some suave, charming gentleman forever. eventually he'd get bored.
they came upon the machine, and by some stroke of luck, it had an ample supply of apple juice. what an odd choice of drink, he thought idly. usually kids his age would opt for something a little more.. ah.. alcoholic. he dismissed the irrelevant thought, and with a deft slip of the hand, jace guided a dollar into the machinery. look at him, just flashin' his ones around like he's not actually broke. how charming. the machine, now obviously quite old, shuttered and clicked and groaned before a little plastic bottle rattled down to the bottom. he retrieved it, and with an over theatrical flourish, presented it to aidan in a sort of mock-bow. "i'm nothing if not a man of my word," he said with a grin.
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Post by megan on Mar 16, 2010 20:52:15 GMT -5
Aidan couldn't help but return the smile that Jace had given him, there was something about the boy that made Aidan think that he was rarely unhappy. Then again what did he know about people and their emotions? He could barely keep a check on his own most of the time. He'd been told that he was a ticking time bomb that usually ended in explosive tears or dirty looks that got him absolutely no where in life. The tears were probably the worst bit about his explosive tendencies, crying was so embarrassing. He hated being the quiet kid in the back who cried during class because of some stupid reason, be it a bad grade or someone being stupid he was that kid. "Well if you insist, I could never refuse apple juice, unless it was poisoned and could possibly kill me." He said truthfully stating his own personal facts. Apple juice had been his favorite beverage for as long as he could remember; his mom had packed him apple juice boxes in elementary school and when he was sick he'd always asked for apple juice. His love for apple juice was probably induced by his love of apples.
Aidan followed Jace closely this time, trying to focus on the back of his shirt rather than his heating flesh. He hoped to god that the warm day wouldn't get any worse by providing him with a terrible case of full torso sunburn. Those were the absolutely horrific, and it wasn't as if there was anyone who he could ask to rub aloe on when it was at its worst pain level. That would be even more obvious than him telling someone his name was "Gaidan", he was never going to live that down ever. He bit his lip gently as they made their way over to the vending machine, that would have been brilliant to have noticed earlier. Perhaps he would have avoided the humiliation of his introduction, he'd never forget it ever for as long as he lived.
He almost found it difficult to keep up with the other man with the way he was walking. It made him smile watching him go, like a little bundle of energy. Maybe little wasn't the best word considering they were probably the same height, not that he'd looked or really observed. His t-shirt hit the back of his legs as they walked across the sea of people, he didn't dare look away from his target for fear of fucking up worse than he already had earlier. His face still turned red at the thought. Jesus Christ he was glad that his name wasn't Gaidan, it sounded like something from Lord of the Rings or something.
Aidan let a small laugh escape his lips as he took the bottle from the other man's hands. A smile took a hold of his lips, "Thank you." He said happily. Well it would seem as though his day was turning out quite well so far. He might have to run back and get a shirt, if not his factor three-thousand sunblock. That was a bit of an exaggeration, it was only factor seventy, and even then it failed to work at times. It was sad how easily his sensitive skin took in the radiation from the suns painfully sweet rays. He was such a pussy when it came to pain, especially those that followed you around constantly and decided to make themselves known at the most inconvenient times.
His hands moved to open the top of the bottle with a crack. His blue eyes regarded the beautifully colored liquid before be brought the bottle to his lips and took in a large swig. He almost moaned as it slid down his throat quickly. It was absolutely brilliant, just the taste it was simply the best ever; there was nothing like it. He put the top back on the bottle still grinning. "Apple juice is the absolute best juice in the world, just sayin'." He said completely content, the only thing that could make this situation better was a cigarette. He pursed his lips debating if it was a good idea or not to smoke around Jace.
He pursed his lips and took out his red package of Marlboros, "Do you mind?" he asked hopeful, "If you do it's cool. It's a terrible addiction." He added truthfully, he hated it sometimes, but there was nothing better than nice inhalation of something that could in thirty years kill you where you stood.
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Post by alliecat on Mar 17, 2010 1:34:30 GMT -5
* I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) jace was rewarded with aidan's smile; the first he had seen since meeting him. it was timid and fleeting, like a small, startled animal, but it was worth it. jace made a mental note to learn how to coax that smile out more often. he shifted his weight idly to lean against the corroded metal of the vending machine. honestly, jace had as much trouble sitting still as a six year old in a candy shop... except it was 24/7. his eyes, constantly active, began to take in little intricacies in the person before him; something jace did often to pass the time. he could see his bliss at receiving the apple juice. he could see the gentle, almost nervous manner in which he held himself, as if he were standing on eggshells.
of course, jace himself probably looked irrationally high-strung and jittery, as if he had entirely too much coffee (or crack) this morning. anyone slightly less hyper would seem slow moving to him. but that was only because there were so many things to see, to look at, and he was afraid of missing them all.
jace could now feel the familiar sensation of his mind being pulled away onto different things, such as the drifting clouds overhead, and the way sweat was beginning to accumulate on the back of his neck, and how it wasn't very pleasant considering jace preferred staying dry, which was ironic because he had been splashed with apple juice today, and he had just bought the guy another one, but technically shouldn't he be buying jace another shirt-- woah, buddy, back on track. he mentally forced himself to swing his attention back onto aidan, who was chattering about the deliciousness (deliciosity? no, that sounded like a popstar. jace had begun to conjure up scenarios in his mind of singers named after varying degrees of tastiness before he focused on aidan once again) of apple juice.
he just laughed wordlessly and shook his head. honestly, the only thing the other man needed was a sippy cup to keep his apple juice in. perhaps he was being hypocritical for accusing him for his child-like choice in beverage (because honestly, jace was child-like in, uh, everything else,) but it was far too amusing to just let slide by without a joking remark, even if it was made within the comfortable confines of jace's mind. everything was fine n' dandy until he pulled out that little infernal box.
jace chewed on his bottom lip, tugging at his lip studs in a habitual tick that had grown over the years. god, why did people smoke these days. it was such a nasty habit. not only did it make you reek with the rough, smokey mustiness of a friggin' bar, but it was undeniably unhealthy. some considered it a guilty pleasure, he considered it idiocy in it's rawest form. he could see himself calmly saying, hey, could i have one of those? and taking box from his hands. he'd then throw the pack with all his might, to be lost somewhere in the midst of the crowd. he'd look back at aidan with an apologetic smile. sorry, he'd say. i might've just saved another month of your life.
maybe it was the death of his father that brought on his straightedge lifestyle. his dad had always been an avid smoker, not that he truly remembered him all too well, but it was obvious that those damn cigarettes played a part in his lung cancer. god, listen to me. i should be traveling across the country speaking at high schools. "those are really bad for you, you know," was all he said, voice quiet. "i mean, it's not like i could stop you or anything. but you should try and quit."
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Post by megan on Mar 17, 2010 19:34:51 GMT -5
It was obvious to him now that Jace didn't like smoking. He swallowed hard and pursed his lips. He hated seeming like an asshole so early in a friendship. He shook his apple juice by his side awkwardly, stirring up the tanish liquid inside. It was understandable not everyone was accepting of his thing, his disease that infected the air around him as he passed it on to the world around him. In that description it sounded terrible, and made him sick to his stomach.
Aidan frowned and looked down at his box of cigarettes. He didn't want to smoke right now emotionally, physically he needed the sweet toxins to fill his lungs. To taint the tissue already stained with years of tobacco inhalation. He remember the night he'd gotten hooked, he was what fourteen? fifteen even? He'd taken one of the cigarettes that his brother's friend offered him. He didn't want to seem like a wussy so he'd taken it, and he was almost instantly hooked by his second drag. He should change that, but stress. He was stressed all the time and smoking made him feel better. That had to have bee the worst excuse not to quit in the history of the world, but why quit when it was going to be a pointless war. Someday he'd quit. "Yeah." His blue eyes softened even as the sun beat down on him, "My mom's been telling me the same thing for years." Ever since she'd found his stupid cigarettes when he was sixteen she'd been on his ass about it a lot then, but she'd mellowed out over the years. He assumed she'd given up on his addiction.
He didn't want to, and yet his fingers pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his parted lips and then placed his carton back in his pocket gingerly. His gaze shifted downwards while he pulled his sleek silver lighter out of his pocket and in one swift motion he'd flipped the top to his lighter and lit the spark. Aidan pulled the tiny flame up to the end of his cigarette until the end lit and burned orange. He inhaled quickly, filling his lungs with the dangerous pleasure that would probably cause his demise. His thumb and index fingertips curled around the paper and plucked it from his lips. He turned his face skyward and opened his mouth to release the fumes, polluting the air. "Filthy, dirty, rotten." He mumbled under his breath, his words releasing even more of the gray smoke into the clear blue day. His words described, in his opinion, what smoking did to his body beautifully.
He placed the paper item back into his lips once more and inhaled again, more casually. Aidan decided that he shouldn't let this whole smoking-right-now thing go on for much longer, Jace didn't seem particularly happy with his habit, or terrible addiction. Why one have to specify what type of an addiction? From his experience there was no such thing as a good addiction, too much of a good thing was never good thing, or idea. Too much sugar and you get obesity, alcohol your liver fails, and so on and so forth. Aidan took in full capacity before he took the cylinder out of his lips, he squatted down toward the ground painfully slow on his knees. He pressed the cigarette to the ground to prematurely put it out. The situation was almost blasphemous, not to mention expensive. He stood up and smiled at Jace, hoping that he wouldn't think ill of him due to his love-hate relationship with the sinful cigarettes. Perhaps he'd get points for not leaving the butt of the cigarette on the pavement like so many other hooligans did these days. Going green and what not.
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Post by alliecat on Mar 20, 2010 0:45:59 GMT -5
* I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) was jace being intolerant? the boy admittedly had never thought of it that way; he'd always been so single minded, so downright opinionated, ever since he could remember. it had nothing to do with any anger issues, of course; jace had never had a problem with personal restraint, per se. he'd never once gotten into a fight until junior year, when he'd gotten his ass kicked. ever since, he'd indulged in such universally loving hippie sentiments as "love" and "peace," if only it'd save him from getting his ass handed to him in a potential fight. the thought nearly startled him, and he paused. why should he dictate what others may or may not do according to their beliefs, or, more applicable in this scenario, addictions? besides the fact that second hand smoke, you know, is bad for you. but whatever. jace was suddenly assaulted by the violently humiliating feeling that he was, in fact, bitching. of all the...
right. way to make a good impression. bitch about something that he clearly enjoys. jace resisted the urge of bashing his face into the vending machine. if this afternoon were to be any more painful, he would preferably sacrifice himself to a writhing mass of bloodthirsty fans. why he was taking such consideration into what this random stranger thought of him was indeed puzzling. jace was the kind of person who tried his very best to put off that i-don't-give-a-rat's-ass-what-you-think-of-me air, when in fact, he was quite desperate for his peers' approval. call it the average teenage woe, call it insecurity at it's best, call it what you will. it was at this point when the other boy responded; the dreaded comeback that would ultimately decide if he'd tarnished their potential friendship for good.
to his great surprise, he seemed to agree with him. not only did this mean that his love for cigarettes was based solely off that of a raw, inescapable addiction-- and not, thank god, the desire to seem cool--, but jace hadn't exactly been blasphemous in his disgust at smoking. he'd agreed with him. jace watched him with a minuscule spark of renewed hope. aidan looked uncomfortable, of course, as if the situation pained him as much as it did jace; he was beginning to think the poor boy had insecurity issues. who knows, maybe he was just gay or something. the thought brought pleasant memories from all of about five minutes prior, when aidan had mistakenly introduced himself as gaidan. jace was fairly sure he'd remember that moment for a very, very long time; he resisted the urge to crack a smile.
getting back on track, jace wondered for a moment whether-- should they see each other again-- if each moment would be like this. barely disguised awkward lapses, colored by the occasional mutual sharing of funny, yet still slightly awkward, moments. granted, he had just had apple juice spilled all over him, and that doesn't exactly happen every day. perhaps today was different. perhaps the next time they'd meet jace would be suave and hilarious, and would not be embarrassed multiple times in the course of less than an hour. perhaps.
"hey, you know, no big deal. you'll just die the slow, painful death of lung cancer when you're in your forties." jace laughs slipped happily from between grinning lips; he actually found it quite funny, however morbid it may seem with his dad's death. he was always blase about it, why would he become so sentimental now? at any rate, he was only attempting to lighten the mood, something he pretty much lived for. if there was a situation in need of lightening, he was always there; he should have been a super hero or something. merry man had a nice ring to it, though it did seem a bit.. ah.. homosexual in nature. jace swiftly dismissed the idea.
"so, aidan. what do you do around here? you don't look like a fan to me." he turned a rather critical eye on aidan, humor still glinting beneath the hard veneer of his emerald gaze.
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Post by megan on Mar 20, 2010 18:11:28 GMT -5
Aidan cringed, whether it was a playful cringe or a real one was yet to be determined. A playful smile played out on his face gently, "I'm excited for that bit." he said sarcastically, and most humorlessly. The truth was Aidan was terrified of dying in a hospital, even dying of cancer scared him terribly. Perhaps it was morbid thoughts about how he died or something around that, he just hated it. It depressed him a little bit to think that one day he wasn't going to be in the world, and the last thing he wanted to take him out of the world was fucking cancer. Maybe that would be the thing to trigger his willpower, not getting cancer. Well, stress was the main thing that pushed him to not quit, smoking helped him get over the stress of his life and whatnot. It was like his security blanket, making sure that he wasn't in a panic and that he was calm. It probably saved him from not being able to sleep at night, which was good for him in the long run. The method was terrible however.
He bit his lip gently before speaking, "I'm a techie for A False Start." He said looking at Jace for a while before he averted his eyes to look at the ground, and in turn at his flip-flop clad feet. It was probably rude to suddenly look down at the ground, but he didn't know what else to do, looking at someone he just met was hard for him sometimes, especially someone who he'd made such a fool of himself at. He pursed his lips gently and licked hi lips, "What about you? Obviously you're in Party of Three, but do you play for them?" He asked nervously to the ground in a question that was meant for Jace.
While he was looking he then noticed that Jace wasn't wearing shoes, how peculiar. The ground here was disgusting, littered with trash, and who knew what else was caked on the pavement, and in turn was now on this man's feet. "You're not wearing any shoes." He said dumbly looking up at Jace's face covered in a mask of surprise. He thought it was strange, perhaps it wasn't Jace who cleaned Party of Three's bus then, but who knew? Maybe it wasn't the same. He didn't know much about his . Well judging from his style it seemed that he might enjoy being barefoot. Being barefoot was a nice freedom he'd never been able to do, always afraid of getting dirty and stubbing a toe. He'd been the most ridiculous child, he rarely participated in things that the other little boys had done. He'd been terrified of dirt for the most part, and when he'd gotten dirty it ended in tears and a bath in baby wipes. He'd been better about it back then, it'd just gotten steadily worse for him where he cried when he was smaller, now it felt like it burned him, dirt that is, apple juice just felt sticky. He bit his lip again nervously, hoping that he hadn't sounded too stupid.
His eyes once again wondered away from Jace's face, unable to stay on his, what looked to be, soft skin and ran all over the place around them. The crowd was full of different looking individuals, some following the styles that were stereotypical, picking up whatever was new and in style at hottopic, and the others who marched to the sound of their own drumbeat wearing whatever appealed to their specific taste. Sure he didn't mind which it was, he liked all sorts of people, it was just interesting to him. People were interesting in general there was just something about how they acted in public that made him watch them constantly.
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