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Post by MICHAEL ALFONSE WAINWRIGHT on Oct 1, 2011 20:44:14 GMT -5
Michael Alfonse Wainwright, was just a normal kid growing up but that was in Germany. The normal childhood didn't last long when he's mother picked up another job and didn't really have quality family time. Drugs got in the way, not that he mind. They was the only thing that made his mind at peace and he'd admit that some of them was pretty feaking dangerous. He met a few people while being moved down to the United States, seems like some Italy kids wanted to come here as well. Not that he blamed them, Italy wasn't all that great to begin with. The Italian chick, Luna, was pretty fun to be around, they became pretty good friends that was hooked on a particular drug that made them feel at peace.
School was such a freaking bore with nothing to do but skip class, smoke on campus and just plain walk back home. He was wearing a red and black striped shirt, jacket and a pair of jeans. He was wearing a pair of name brand skater shoes, Vans.
Walking around on the streets around town, he wondered what he could do besides drinks, smoke and whatnot...but he wouldn't mind doing just that.
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Post by LUCY ESTELLA WIGGINS on Dec 6, 2011 21:03:25 GMT -5
]Lucy inhaled the cool air, enjoying the burning sensation in her lungs. She sighed, as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes. Why did she feel so alone all the time? She couldn't help but feel even more isolated when the only thing that she enjoyed with the air on the colder of days. Did she honestly have a reason to feel this way? Or was she simply just being dramatic? She had tried reasoning with herself the cause of this feeling was missing her brother, but now that he was back in the city, it only made her angry and feel even worse. Perhaps she needed to be put on medication. No most likely that wouldn't help all. All of the kids at school drank when they felt this way. Lucy didn't drink though, the thought of drinking repulsed her. Where had all her friends gone? Oh wait, they had gone away, to college.
She continued to walk throughout the city almost forgetting her main mission along the way...Chinese food. Good ol' chinese food. Nothing better than an egg roll to get you out of a rut. Out of the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of her sorry looking arse. What the hell? The reflection she peered at in a store window was a woman would aged young, with dark eyes due to stress, yet she knew she was looking at herself. For a brief moment longer she glanced at herself in the window, before ducking into an alley. Of course it wasn't the smartest thing to do, being there could be all sorts of unknown species of people, but nobody seemed to occupy the narrow street.
Lucy's pace quickened as she strolled halfway down the alley. She felt like breaking something. Destroying a vase or something of that nature, seemed like a good idea for some odd reason. Instead she had to settle for slapping the brick wall next to her, with both hands, in frustration. Her fingers curled into fists as she continued to hit the barrier in front of her. The confusion of her rational behind this outburst struck her shortly after, as she rested her forehead against the filth she had attacked. Lucy closed her eyes, exhausted from the damage she tried and failed to cause.
With the slight turn of her head, she realized there was another person there with her. He must have been there the entire time, and had to have seen the whole thing. Awkward! She could make up some lie if it came up in the future. The future, that could be sooner that she hoped for, she could have sworn the male before her went to her school. She had definitely seen him before. She remembered thinking him attractive once.
Ah-ha! perhaps that would fix her. Maybe she needed to lose her nun-like status and this whole problem would go away. She needed a public encounter to change her reputation, to change her mood. Yes, it was back-ass-wards, but perhaps it would work.
Lucy inhaled deeply, attempting to gain the courage to execute her plan. She could pass an easy target. The kind of easy target, that was found out easy after only talking to them for five minutes. First by appearing to be a sweet good girl... Black leggings, boots, paired with a deep green tank-top which was concealed by a beige jacket. Oh yes, she could make this work.
Bringing up the corners of her mouth she racked her brain for something to start a conversation with.
"Heeeyyyyyyyy."She dragged. "I think you go to my school...I've seen you before. I'm Lucy. Lucy Wiggins." She figured that would suffice. Her forehead creased and she bit her lip just so, with the perfect amount of innocence it was flirtatious.
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