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Post by fixx on Jun 27, 2012 18:20:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]  I’m little drunk on you and high on summertime;; The Words: 672 The Outfit: click!The Notesahh perfect starting post! haha
Dallas didn’t even want to come to this stupid beach party thing. It wasn’t his scene. However his ‘’mother’’ thought it would be a good chance for family bonding and to get to meet some new people around town. Well, Dallas wasn’t up for being with his family and putting up some masquerade that they were some happy family. No, he didn’t roll that way. Five minutes after arriving he had managed to lose them, which he supposed wasn’t too hard to do seeing as just about everyone in town was there. He knew he’d be getting an ear full when he got home though.
Dallas spent the whole day just walking up and down the beach. He supposed he could have just walked home but he had over heard that once the sun goes down and the parents leave the really party starts. He would occasionally stop and mutter a few words to some of the guys he had met around town and smile and wink at a few girls as they walked by but mostly he just let his mind wonder. He missed California. He missed his friends and he may have also lost the chance to meet his real parents. Moving here had made Dallas a lot bitterer towards his family, the few people that he could generally get along with back in Cali.
The sun was finally starting to set. This is what everyone had been waiting for. He could see a bunch of kids down the beach gathering wood to make a bonfire. Dally gave a sigh and started moving back down the beach in that direction. They party was getting into full swing by the time he got there; most of the college kids were already almost completely trashed. It wasn’t hard for Dallas to get his hands on a few bottles of beer. Dallas stood a bit to the side away from everyone. After a moment he decided to just sit down on the beach and opened his first bottle and took a swig.
After awhile of sitting there he finished his third and started wondering around the people aimlessly. A few of the smiled at him and he bowed his head slightly. He also got a few glares and suspicious looks, like he was secretly planning something. It was a pretty pathetic party compared to the ones his friends would put on back home, when everyone would make out with some random stranger or a good friend and get totally trashed together and in some cases go even further. Dallas ended up just standing around the fire, watching the flames dance.
That’s when he heard a voice come up beside him. ’hello, i'm velouette,’ Dallas turned to look at her and raised his eye brows slightly when he noticed her hands completely free of anything. Her hands were left empty, not a bottle or even some cup, even by the look of her it was obvious she hadn’t been drinking. So why had she approached him? . ‘i've... never seen you around before? are you new in town?’ Dallas gave a slight laugh and took a final swig of the beer he was holding. “New enough I suppose,” He said before moving slightly closer so he could whisper into her ear. “Quite frankly I’m not one for these big town gatherings, too easy to get caught, but then again a little danger can be fun, right?” He said before stepping back a bit. Dallas reached into his back pocket and grabbed his box of cigarettes. He placed on in his mouth and lit it up. He took a long drag. He hadn’t really been able to smoke much since he’d been here , he didn’t know the ins and outs of the town yet. He reached back into the pack and grabbed another. “Cancer stick?” He said, offering the girl one, almost daring her to, a smile playing across his lips. She was a cute kid, probably only a little bit younger then Dallas but she carried around almost an innocence that intrigued him.
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Post by fixx on Jul 3, 2012 21:44:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I’m little drunk on you and high on summertime;; The Words: 556 The Outfit: click!The Notes---
Dallas watched as she sized him up. With couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking. He had yet to find his place here. Some people thought he belonged with the stoners or loners, that was the obvious choice, but with his athletic record it has hard not to put him with the jocks either. Dallas never had invaded a clique oriented school before. Sure there where cliques at his old school but not quite as defined as they were here. He couldn’t help but feel the girl didn’t quite know either but she eventually gave up, for now anyway, and returned to their little chit chat. ‘danger?’ the girl said questioningly to him. ‘i'm not sure i understand what you mean.’ Dallas couldn’t help but smirk at her innocence. Dally couldn’t help but think to himself; ‘damn I like this girl’. “I suppose you don’t have anything to worry about,” He said nudging his head towards her empty hand. “And most of these people here judging by the looks of it could probably payoff any cop and get him to turn a blind eye.” He said taking a look around. Most clearly came from money, only a few here and there looked to be a bit straggly.
Dallas got the exact reaction he had hoped to when he pulled out the cigarette. When he offered them to people, or even when he simply talked about them he called them cancer sticks. It annoyed a lot of people, especially if they themselves where smokers. She was pretty good though when it came to keeping her facial expression the same; however Dallas was good at reading people and their body language. She looked scared, no maybe not scared but rather uncomfortable. ‘no thank you.’ she said, and he had to say she was doing a pretty good job of keeping her voice steady. ‘i'm not into smoking,’ Dallas simply shrugged as he put the cancer stick back into its box. He knew she was trying to play it off cool, and it was obvious it wasn’t the first time either, most people couldn’t resist the first time they were offered. She was different though.
It was really starting to heat up by the fire now. He could feel sweat on the back of his neck. ‘do you mind if we take a walk away from the fire?’ Dallas was almost a little startled when he heard her speak again. He had almost expected her to get scared off by him. He looked over at her and lifted his brow. ‘What was this girl up to?’, he thought to himself. He, himself, felt a little off guard and that didn’t happen to him much. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck. ‘What the hell,’ he thought to himself. “Um, yeah sure sounds good, just hold on minute.” He said before disappearing. He came back only seconds later with two bottles of beer. He knew she probably wasn’t about to take one but hey, if she changed her mind it would be there. He brought one of the bottles up to his mouth and opened it with his teeth, an old trick he learned back in California, and then motioned for the girl…what was her name again? Velouette. And motioned for Velouette to lead the way.
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Post by fixx on Jul 8, 2012 12:42:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I’m little drunk on you and high on summertime;; The Words: 695 The Outfit: click!The Notes---
‘you know, having money isn't a crime.’ She said looking right at him. She paused for a moment and Dallas knew she wasn’t quite done yet so he stood silently waiting for her to finish her trail of thought. She was right of course, his family wasn’t too bad off…or well this so called family he was placed in. Ever since he figured out he was adopted he couldn’t help wondering what his really family was like and why they gave him and his brother up. He had done a lot of research on the topic and one of the most common reasons for people to give up their babies was because they were not financially secure enough to raise children yet here he was living pretty well off. It just didn’t seem fair to him. ‘and i understand that paying off the cops is an awful thing to do, but unfortunately.. this is how the town works.’ Dallas nodded his head in agreement. He hadn’t been here that long but long enough to absorb the vibe of the town and how it worked. It wasn’t too much different from Cali. He couldn’t help but wonder, did rich kids always got away with everything everywhere? By his own experience he got away with 99% of every bad thing he’d ever done. Dallas just shrugged. “Yes, I suppose it is. But karma normally gets the last laugh.” Dallas said indifferently, signifying the end to the discussion, he normally liked getting the last word in it was a bad habit of his. He believed his karma was finding out he was adopted. He never believed in it till then. Yet, it doesn’t stop him from doing the things he does. In fact it makes him do it more, testing his limits.
She too seemed to think it was time for a subject change. ‘i'm sorry,’ she said, ‘i don't think i caught your name..?’ Dallas wasn’t good with introductions and totally forgot to introduce himself. Normally he never did the formal introductions and just let people figure it out on their own; after all it would only be a matter of time before people start saying stuff. He didn’t want Velouette having to find out who he was from someone else and have it tied to a story, normally not a good one either. “Dallas. My name is Dallas.” He said with a slight shadow of a smile playing on his lips.
Dallas couldn’t help but feel his whole body start to relax the further and further they got away from the fire. He wasn’t one for big crowds. He wasn’t anti-social but he gets set off easily and with a lot of people around it would be to easy to find that one that really sets him off. Especially with a slight buzz he was starting to get ‘i just love the sound of the waves.’ She said as they walked closer to the water. Dallas couldn’t help but smile. “You’d love California then. The waves sound much more alive over there.” Dallas would hate to say he was homesick, but he was. For more reasons than one. ‘so tell me about yourself. what do you like doing for fun if you're not so interested in bonfires like this?’ Velouette asked him. “Hey, now, if I tell you it’d blow my whole cool, tall, dark, mysterious stranger cover.” He said winking at her and laughing. Genuinely laughing. He pondered the question for a moment still though. What did he do for fun? “Don’t get me wrong getting drunk and smoking around a camp fire is fun, although I must say it’s much better with just a select few people, but…” He said trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to say. “But nothing is better than the high I get playing sports, especially lacrosse. It’s basically the one time of year I refuse to open a bottle or light up a cancer stick.” He told her honestly as a smile sneaked up onto his lips. Then he turned to look at her. “But if you ever tell anyone that, I’ll deny it.” He said with a slight laugh. “What about you? What’s your story? It’s obvious you don’t come to these things for the booze or any of that.” He said questioningly.
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