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Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Dec 30, 2009 11:00:09 GMT -5
How Can I Decide What’s Right?
When You Are Clouding Up My Mind [/SIZE][/color][/font] [/center] [/font] Tag: Anyone. Outfit: Destroyed jeans, old black snears, t-shirt, half-trench. Words: 337 Notes: Anyone? [/ul] |
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Post by Dustin Eric Beckett on Dec 30, 2009 11:19:33 GMT -5
 Dustin walked into the bar. Who cares about age limit here? Most of the town folk knew his dad and felt sorry for him that his mother left after he was born. He could get away with murder, and not one police man would bat an eye at this kid. It made life..boring, to say the lest.
He sighed and pushed a chunk of that wild black hair up and out of his face, who wanted to look hidden anyways? Dustin finally made to the bar after having to spot and talk to old mr. Grives, he always said 'Son, you look afta yer pappy, he dun nothin' but good' Dustin would smile and nod. Then leave and roll his eyes. They don't live in the south, why does he have that old timely southern accent? Dustin wondered as he sat down at a bar stool, next to some guy wearing more make-up then a drag-queen.
He looked up at the bartender "Hey" He smiled innocently at the man "May I have a rum and coke?" He asked.
"No, but you can have a a plain coke with a cool little umbrella" The bartender said. Dustin sighed and looked rejected, but nodded. It was the one fault in living in a tiny town, the bartender knew your age and fixed your drinks in relation with it. Dustin looked back to the guy with the make-up "Hi" He said, trying to struck up conversation. No need to drink coke alone. |
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Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Dec 30, 2009 11:45:13 GMT -5
We Should Go To Bed
But We'll Catch Fireflies Instead [/SIZE][/color][/font] [/center] [/font] Tag:`Dustin Words: Didn't bother to check. Notes: Dustin is so cute. <3 Is unbeknownst even a word? XD Song: Half Our Lives -- Sanctus Real [/ul] |
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Post by Dustin Eric Beckett on Dec 30, 2009 12:31:02 GMT -5
 Dustin grinned up at Bobby. He looked over at the other guy. "I'm Dustin" He said, offering a hand to him. He was a friendly kid. Raised to be that way. Dustin finshed off his cola, and put the little umberella on the table. He gave the empty glass back to Bobby. He and his father were friends, so Bobby loved to tease the boy. Dustin looked at the floor, it was as crowded as it normally is. It was a slow day, the Dj was playing some crappy slow love song about how 'they'll never be apart and their love will travel forever' Dustin rolled his eyes. That's a stupid song, and Dustin knew it. He leaned back, so his back touched the bar-ledge-thingy. His black shirt was plain and borning, but his jeans were a work of art, a tear up the inner thigh hem-line with a chain connect the two parts together. He also had ripped down the knees and on the outer hemline. Dustin put a good solid hour inmaking these jeans. He felt nice in them. He grinned at Gabriel "Hey, thanks man!" He said and placed the umbrella into the drink and grinned proudly at it. He patted the top of the umbrella and took a drink from the mix. He looked over at Gabriel, maybe they could be friends! Dustin nodded at the thought, friends are good..with mustard, snickering at his own mental joke. |
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Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Dec 30, 2009 13:00:46 GMT -5
I See The Darkness Blinding
And All I See Are My Dreams [/SIZE][/color][/font] [/center] [/font] Tag:You know Words: Who counts words anymore, seriously? Notes:BLAH Song: Letters -- Stellar Kart [/ul] |
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Post by Dustin Eric Beckett on Dec 30, 2009 13:18:48 GMT -5
Dustin watched some old couple dance. Aw.. but ew. He thoght, wrinkleing his nose. People older then 30 should never wear short skirts and low cut anything. He wanted to look away but.. he couldn't! It was like a car crash the need to look overpwoered the want to look away. He blinked, shivered and turning back to his drink. He stoped, blinked at it.
He looked at Gabriel, then back at the drink, blinked and wondered 'why did he buy me a drink? MAYBE He's a crazy sex addict looking for his fix! I AM NO FUCK TOY!' He thought 'Although, it's fairly flattering to get picked as his next vitcim...' He added to his mental rant, tapping his lip. Suddenly his heart turned about five shades of red and he sort of shifted away from Gabriel. The thoughts of a seventeen year old are too graphic for their own.
He took a drink and bit his lip "Nice to meet you, Gabriel" He said, and nodded proudly at his pants. "Thanks... I-I can't stand how clothes don't breath.. so I m-make sure they do" He smiled and tried to shrug off the stutter to a everyday, it happens sort of thing. Not a thing that only happens when Dustin is flustered.. like he is right now.
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Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Dec 30, 2009 14:04:34 GMT -5
There In The Darkness
Beneath The Surface Of Time And Space [/SIZE][/color][/font] [/center] [/font] Tag: Duh. Words: You know what, let's just cut this part out... Notes: Hahaa. Sex toy. Song: Black Coal -- Sanctus Real [/ul] |
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Post by Dustin Eric Beckett on Dec 31, 2009 14:44:22 GMT -5
Dustin nodded "Yea" He just randomly said, but the song asked a question. Dustin couldn't leave it hanging, that's be rube. He smirked, then looked at Gabriel "OH sure." He said, nodding. He watched the guy leave.
"I wonder why he moved here" Dustin wondered aloud. Bobby nodded and Dustin took a long drink of the coke and rum. He did love this drink.
He looked up at Gabriel "A show??" He asked, tilting his head to the right, like a puppy. "What do you do?" He asked, smiling. Good safe converstation. Why would a sex fiend want to talk about their jobs? He's prolly freindly, Dustin concudled, nodding.
"Oh man, I love tearing up clothes, the dull part is sewing it back together...I hate that part, but my dad wouldn't let me runn around with raw edges" He shook his head "Fathers" He said, smiling, lightheartedly. "Soo, are you new around here?" He asked, not wanting to the converstation to die, that would be sad on all accounts. His eyes danced over the scar, but quickly turned back to Gabriel's eyes. He was raised to 'never star at a phyical icky-spot, it would be like someone snickering at your stutter' as his father told him. If Gabriel wished to ask about the stutter, then Dustin had every right to ask about the scar..but not till then.
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Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Dec 31, 2009 18:04:48 GMT -5
Spark The Angels
I Believe [/SIZE][/color][/font] [/center] [/font] Notes:Song: Angels -- Within Temptation [/ul] |
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Post by Dustin Eric Beckett on Jan 3, 2010 20:59:13 GMT -5
Dustin sighed and pulled the little umbrella outta his drink and into his mouth. He spunn it with his mouth. Looking at it by crosssing his eyes. Dustin was sure he looked retarded, but Oh well. He blinked and looked up at Gabriel. "wierd stunts?" He said "Like Evil Kenvil?" He asked, taking the toy out of his mouth. "That's really cool!" He said, "I bet you're really good at it!" Dustin added. He's always been a wee bit excitable. Dustin nodded "Ohhh, You were visiting before?" He asked. "Oh yea, I've lived here my whole life. My dad lived here before me. He was the football coach.. " Dustin explained, then rolled his eyes "I don't see the appeal in football. I shouldn't say that but it's true.." He rambled and looked at Gabriel "I-I mean.. unless you like football... I don't mean to bash it" He back-tracked, not wanting to stepp on his new friend's toes. |
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Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Jan 6, 2010 19:42:30 GMT -5
Attention Radio, Radio
I Need To Say To You [/SIZE][/color][/font] [/center] [/font] Notes: Muse Dead Song: Dance or Die -- Family Force Five [/ul] |
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Post by Claudias Asher Germal on Jan 13, 2010 18:45:27 GMT -5
Dustin nodded, his head. Mostly to the music, and a bit to what Gabriel was saying. He ran a finger over the rem of the glass, as he sat. He felt the urge to dance. But Dustin can't dance, he danced like a loser.. on crack.
Covering his mouth before a burp. Dustin's ears turned red "Ew, I'm so sorry" he said, wrinkling his nose. Bodyliy funticons are dusgusting, He thought. Who burps infront of a cute-ish, kinda, guy? Dustin did, He sighed. 'I'm sucha dork' he thought, sighing. Dustin looked at Gabriel "So, You don't plan to get a 'cycle?" He repeated "Well, that's a shame..." He added, everyone knew that boys are fifty billion times hotter on a motorcyle. "I want one.. but I know my did would never let me get near one..after last time" He laughed. "I crashed...into a mailbox.. The mayors" He nodded, pressing his lips together.
"Yea!" He said "I agree! Football is mindless" He nodded "I mean, really?" He rolled his eyes "I don't see why someone would run to a side of the feild... It feels pointless to me" He rambled, all the while watching the crowd. Some pop song came on, Dustin knew the song. Being in such a small town, radio stations were hard to get, so he couldn't truely be picky.
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Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Jan 19, 2010 17:39:25 GMT -5
Fever
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The Room Is Burning Up[/font] [/center]
He was completely. Totally. Out of it. Gabriel felt a bomb could have dropped and this kid wouldn't have blinked. He was too busy with the bomb in his head. Gabriel stirred his drink and stared with a sort of goofy, half-hearted smile on his face. He was better. Gabriel found he still had the ability to relax. This wasn't so bad at all.
The music was nice, the guy, although getting a little odd with the liquor was unnerving....He could be a potential 'friend'. Pfft. Gabriel with friends. What a laugh. Friends were just drama, friends just turned around and stabbed you in the back, or send someone else to literally do it(ooc: haha, jeremyxjoey). Ugh. He should close himself up in a box and just rot.
That was a gruesome image. Gabriel chuckled, shaking his head. "S'okay. You're a guy. Guys burp. Loudly and obnoxiously. Drives the ladies up the wall, but well..." He kind of trailed off into nothingness, eyes falling on a couple of candles and a bamboo stick. That was kind of random. Oh well. Where would the world be without randomness?
They wouldn't have me, Gabriel thought glumly. God must have been so amused when he made me. Or morbid. Gabriel hadn't quite decided what it was. "I guess...it could be fun. But I think they blew it way out of porpotion. It's just a game, ya know? No reason to...Whatever they do."
notes` Fevers got me burning uppppppp. WOOOHOOO. Life is beautiful. What do you think of this new template?
lyrics` FEVER--Family Force Five
outfit`
credits` this code is by GABRIEL
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