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Post by Brin Ferrer on Aug 7, 2009 22:37:50 GMT -5
Lately, Brin's life was going pretty good. A few days ago he met an amazing girl who he later had an amazing date with that ended very, very well. Had he stopped grinning yet? Not really. Not in a week or so had he had a bad day and even him and Olivia were fighting less. (They loved eachother really.) He hadn't seen Keahi since that one afternoon but even that was great. He loved talking to the kid and was excited about having the new friend. He would like to say he was even smoking less but... well...
The sky was cloudy as Brin wandered out of his dorm building to the frontsteps, but so far it hadn't rained. He was counting on that as he pulled his cigarettes from his pocket and took a seat on one of the stone steps. One click flick of his wand and he lit the cigarette, breathing in its sweet, sweet deadly fumes. Only that could make this week better.
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Post by Crevan Lacey on Aug 7, 2009 23:08:25 GMT -5
Life was fine. Life was fantastic. Life was just life. Who cared? It just happened. Crevan went to school. Spent a good deal of time in the library. Then the other part with Sinia, his friends, practicing his art, or all of the above. He read a lot of books. Just for something to do. He liked knowing things. And he had the memory for them. His school work showed it.
He'd been out and about in town for a little while during the day. Buying a few things he needed. Maybe not all from stores. He knew some guys, let's say. Some back alley bargains. But that wasn't the point. He was heading back now. Bag in hand. Making his way up to drop off some thing she bought. And what did he spy with his little eye? Why Brinny!
"Brinny Brinny." He grinned, plopping down next to him, his bag making a very loud sound as it hit the ground. "Give me that." He reached over to snag the cigarette from his hand. "You don't need it." Crevan brought the cigarette to his lips. "It'll kill you faster." And inhaled, letting the smoke trickle out.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Aug 7, 2009 23:15:23 GMT -5
Crevan. Crevan the white-haired king of popping up in random place. Brin hadn't really meant to make friends with him. Actually, Brin had a few friends he hadn't really intended to make. Let's just say they weren't helping his making a clean break. Crevan knew Karoliina, though and if it weren't for him she wouldn't have the ingrediants for the potion Brin needed. Somewhere along the way the creature decided he liked saying Brin's name, or something like that. For some reason old habits were hard to break and Brin just kept finding himself running in circles he was trying to avoid.
Either way he was used to him and usually knew how to talk to him. He liked to think being friends with him was saving a lot of people a lot of trouble.
He frowned as his cigarette was swiped, rolling his eyes and pulling out another. Don't let him fool you, he took a very pointed glance Crevan's bag's way. He wanted to know what was inside. For now he was lighting himself a new cigarette, though, ignoring his comment. "Been busy?"
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Post by Crevan Lacey on Aug 7, 2009 23:24:53 GMT -5
Yes. Kill him faster. Crevan was certain Brinny was dying. Not that he much cared. Brinny could die all he wanted. It didn't hurt Crevan. Didn't help him either. He didn't want him to die. Where would he get a curse breaker then? They weren't dime a dozen. And Brinny was just fun to watch. He did weird things. And Crevan wasn't certain but he knew there was something else to him. Something he liked. Something he wanted.
"Yeah. Busy." He nodded, taking another drag and letting it out as he spoke. "Fucking busy. Essays. Books. Exams." Another nod, flicking some ashes to the ground in front of him. His leg busy tapping without his knowledge. "Every single fucking thing you could possibly imagine, I got it. Not that it's hard. Just fucking busy. You?"
His leg kept on moving, not that he really knew or cared. He always moved. It was like there was something that needed to get out and it wouldn't stop.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Aug 8, 2009 2:21:51 GMT -5
And people thought Brin was twitchy. Actually today he was fairly relaxed, enjoying his cigarette and the cool, fall air. He didn't even have class tonight. No, his crazy friend was not about to get him down. His sporadic speaking didn't phase him.
"Met a girl." He grinned, not sure if Crevan cared but about to gush anyways. He took a quick drag from his cigarette and leaned back on his elbows on the next step up. "We went on a couple dates."
Everything was good. Everything was normal. What the hell was in that bag? His eyes shifted again to it, then quickly back, trying hard to focus.
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Post by Crevan Lacey on Aug 8, 2009 2:39:45 GMT -5
If he wanted to know what was in it he'd have to wait. Crevan wasn't about to let the little fuck into whatever he had.
"Oh. Nice. That's great." He didn't care. Really. Not one fuck. But if Brinny had some chick maybe she was interesting. "Glad you're happy or whatever." He took another drag. "What's her name?" Out with the smoke.
"She put out?"
Yeah. He asked things like that. No remorse.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Aug 8, 2009 2:45:19 GMT -5
What's her name? Not gonna happen. Brin had known him for too long to just give him that little piece of information. Crevan was a collector. Something was going on in his little head and he wasn't about to just let him run off and harrass Sheena. Brin liked Crevan, mostly, but he liked to keep his personal life serperate.
Instead he decided to distract him by getting on to what the blonde really cared about. I would just have to sound like an ass for a bit. Well, it wasn't like she was going to hear. He was sorry but it was for the greater good. He blew a bit of smoke Crevan's way and grinned. "Second date. And Crevan, it was awesome."
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Post by Crevan Lacey on Aug 8, 2009 3:01:49 GMT -5
It was all in innocence. Or at least as innocence as Creven got. In his world, in his mind, it was all innocent. There was no hidden agenda. Just the same one he always had. Stupid fuckers could go to hell. He was an open book. Well, only if he trusted you. Otherwise he just wouldn't tell you shit.
And he was distracted. Brinny really shouldn't have been able to tell that. That he would be distracted like that. It wasn't important conversation, so whatever. Crevan grinned. This was amusing conversation.
"Awesome? Anything specific?" He flicked off more smoke. "Or are you just making shit up? If you're making shit up I'll hit you." He would. "Truth, Brinny, truth. None of that make believe Brinny shit."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Aug 8, 2009 3:23:18 GMT -5
He knew it would work.
Taking another drag, he glanced over at Crevan and frowned. Make shit up? Make believe Brinny shit? "Fuck you, man, when do I lie to you?" Why would he, he was sick and tired of getting Crevan knuckle jabbed into his leg muscle. He moved on, "And for your information, my girl gives head."
Fuck this kid made him feel like a bad person. What was he supposed to do, though? He knbew how Crevan was and he knew how he had to talk to him. He had gotten good at it over the years.
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Post by Crevan Lacey on Aug 8, 2009 3:33:43 GMT -5
"You lie every time you open your dirty whore mouth." He flipped him off, finishing off the cigarette. He really went through those too fast. Oh well. "All that comes out is lies, Brinny. Lies and more lies. Fucking lies." He flicked the cigarette butt away, leaning back on the steps and looking over at him.
Then he laughed. "Head? She gives head?" A bit more laughing. "Nice. Looks like you have something in common." Crevan grinned, looking directly at his friend. "Both have dirty whore mouths." He nodded, still grinning. "Oh you have dirty whore mouths."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Aug 8, 2009 4:33:01 GMT -5
Again, Brin ignored him, finishing off his own cigarette. They were nasty little creatures weren't they?
The nickname was terribly unnecesary. Crevan made it sound like I just blew whatever guy came my way. That wasn't true at all. Some guys were assholes and didn't deserve the pleasure. I pulled out aother cigarette, muttering around it resting in my mouth to be lit. "You liked it."
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Post by Crevan Lacey on Aug 8, 2009 4:42:09 GMT -5
Crevan turned to tapping his fingers instead. No longer holding a cigarette. He needed something to do. So he turned to tapping. tap tap tap tap tap.
"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't." He rolled his eyes. Still tapping. "You'll never know, whore mouth. You will never know." He leaned forwards toward Brinny. "But if you wanna show me again I won't mind." He grinned, leaning even closer to his face. "Dirty whore mouth."
Crevan removed the gap, leaning forward to steal Brinny's new cigarette with his mouth. Catching it between his lips before pulling back.
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