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[ezra patiné]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] HE'S A FUCKING DICKHEAD The Words: countin' em laterThe Outfit: describedThe Notes in the next replies i'll probably loose more and more muse and my replies might be shorter. ack. He's here. as per usual. SKINNY black slacks that cling to his sticky thin legs and a grey oxford shirt that's pressed too neatly and a purple tie that looks like it was given to him by his grandmum. his joggers are covered in mud and sticks and leaves from his treak into the woods and his arms are covered in stick marks. he's sitting with his back on the ground, looking up at the sky watching the smoke from his ciggy spiral up into the air. what a way to live. no one's quite confidant about what his and alice's relationship is. he waits for her in the woods, smokes a couple of cigarettes and then alice comes and they do something. ezzy wants to talk. alice wants to fuck. he's so completely in love with her, though, that he's willing to submit to her. he first met her maybe a year ago. in this woods. they met every week and were together. even though they go to the same school, he doesn't often talk to her outside of their woodsy time. \ with a crack of a twig, ezra doesn't even glance up. he merely lifts the cigarette out of his mouth and blows a soft jet of smoke out of his pink boyish lips. "are you here to fuck, or to talk?" he asks, keeping his eyes trained on the single rose sitting in front of him. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[Alice Crowley]

if you follow me, you'll only get lost

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] everything suddenly seemed alright as she left the school behind and entered the forest. her cardigan hung loosely off her bare shoulder as she ran her hand along the trunks of the trees, the other clutching a bottle of vodka. she knew this walk by memory, better than the back of her hand even. this little meeting arrangement with ezra was the most, if not only constant thing in her life. she liked to call it her medicine, because sometimes that's what it seemed like. cleared her head, if only for a little while. she carried on deeper through the trees, leaves and twigs snapping beneath her boots as she neared the usual spot. her hair was still damp from the shower she'd taken before leaving her dorm, and her face bare of make up. that's just how comfortable she felt around ezra, there was no judgement, and no expectations. as the brown eyed boy came to mind, she recalled seeing him in the hall earlier that day. she'd wanted to say hi, but they didn't speak, let alone really acknowledge each other aside from these little meetings. alice genuinely liked him, he was a breath of fresh air from the other guys at school. no hidden motives, no head fuckery, as far as she knew he just wanted sex and she could work with that. now that she thought about, she knew next to nothing about him. it was sad and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilty about it. that had been the deal though, sex with no strings attached. "i come bearing gifts!" she announced, holding up the bottle as he came into view. she came to a stop a few feet away from him, watching the smoke curl up before he broke the silence. "what's there to talk about, ez?" she answered with a question of her own as she closed the distance and took a seat next to him. alice motioned for the cig as she slipped her cardigan off and set the booze aside. [/style]

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[ezra patiné]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 500px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] HE'S A FUCKING DICKHEAD The Words: countin' em laterThe Outfit: describedThe Notes ezzy get your shit together he liked her. he liked her a lot. he liked how she didn't give a fuck about a person's opinion and felt fully free to throw all caution to the wind and not give a fuck about a single thing. he was the complete opposite, he always was the quietest kid of their bunch. he was the freak artist. "is it weed? i haven't had a joint in so long i think i'm gonna go crazy." he asked, turning his head slightly to the side to see her boots. "i dunno. the teachers are being pissy as always." he said,at a loss for what to talk about. good for you, ezzy, you're with the girl you're having sex with for like, a year, and you don't know what to talk about. "but i state my original question again, sex or talking?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[Alice Crowley]

if you follow me, you'll only get lost

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] alice picked up a handful of leaves, throwing them up and watching them gently float back to the ground. she turned back towards ezra at the mention of weed, shaking her head. "unfortunately no. though i've got a bag hidden somewhere in my room if you want to stop by there later." she suggested, looking up in the direction of the school. if she'd been thinking, they probably could have met up there because her roommate was never around, and alice was beginning to question if she still even attended the school. the forest was so much nicer though, and even if the walk through the forest usually led to them getting covered in mud and scratches from long grabby branches, it was worth it. alice opened the bottle of vodka and took a drink before shifting so she was laying alongside ezra. a small laugh escaped her lips at his topic of conversation, but she nodded. "yeah, and then they wonder why we don't show up for class." rolling onto her side, she gave a shrug as best as she could while laying down. "we can do both, but we can talk first.....if you want?" alice offered, hoping he could do most of the talking. he was actually interesting; he had his art and she had, well nothing unless you wanted to go ahead and count drugs and fuck ups. with how comfortable she felt around ez, the chances of her letting something she'd rather keep in her head slip were quite high. it wasn't that she didn't trust ezra, because she did, an alarmingly amount actually. many nights when she awoke from nightmares or else just couldn't sleep period, she'd considered finding his dorm and climbing into the safety and comfort of his bed. she had to continuously tell herself it was just because they were so consistently intimate. nothing else. "i like your tie." it was a bit random, but true nonetheless. she pushed herself up and moved so she was straddling his waist. alice lightly ran her fingers up along the purple fabric, almost losing herself in thought again before taking another swig of the alcohol. [/style]

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