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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 6:36 pm
 _________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ That had gone weird. She had went out with Conor, but it was more like they bounced from place to place. Did she enjoy it? Well they didn't even stay long enough to actually eat something, so the girl had ended up making something for herself after Conor left for his walk. A little bit ago she had been dusting off the music room. It had been a while since she was in there, with living at Lucas and all. Now, she was practicing that composition she was just about to finish. It was a soft melody, a calming one, but it's ending needed some work. A familiar voice interrupted that. Blaire got up from the seat and poked her head out the door to see Conor. "Hey... You seem happy" said the girl with a small smile. He had been moping so much these days... of course the girl hadn't quite grasped why he was so happy. What? She was slightly sheltered, how was she to know?
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:36 pm
He smirked at her as he waved his legs back and forth, “Yeah, way happy. Waay happy. You want to be happy too? ********, yeah, you do!” He laughed loudly and turned his head to the refrigerator – thirsty? A little. He headed over there and opened it, scouring through whatever Blaire had stocked up on during their stay. He came back out with a container of orange juice, drank some, and then slammed it onto the counter. “We'll do it together, yeah? We'll do it together – you cool with doing it together? ********, yeah, you are.”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:27 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Oh? He was-Oomph! That was tight... Blaire only managed to blink as she was pulled into that embrace. That felt nice, though tight-Then he carried on... She squirmed slightly at his actions near her neck, it wasn't that she didn't like it, but she was kinda ticklish. Though any giggle was stopped by that kiss... that was quick too. "Conor? What are you-" Blaire didn't get to finish as the boy came back with juice and pretty much hyper. "We'll do what? What are talking about?" Sex? Nah, they were doing that... Was she asking him to spell it out? Maybe. Hell she wasn't a psychic and he was really hyper.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:21 pm
“Blaire, Blaire, you ever done this? ********, no, you haven't – it's ******** cool, 'kay? Just do as I say, 'kay? I know what I'm doing!” He told her eagerly, seeming more like a child than the young adult he was supposed to be. But, what he poured out onto the counter from a plastic baggy he fetched from his pocket was anything but 'childish'. A white powder was seen there, more grainy than the flour that had coated the kitchen before. He leaned over to a drawer and fetched a butter knife, using the back of it to carefully – or as carefully as Conor could manage – cut it into thin lines. “It's easy – real ******** easy – and you'll like it, 'cause I do and everyone does once they try it, ******** awesome. See that? You, uh, you breath it in through you're nose – try it!” And he backed up, tapping his fingers on the counter excitedly while he waited for the girl to do it too.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:53 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ As confused as Blaire was, she had kept a smile on her lips. She was curious, and glad the boy wasn't moping. However that smile dropped at the little plastic baggy he pulled out, turning into a deep frown. Was he serious? Of course he wasn't! He was high! How could he be serious? He was being an idiot! Then he took out the knife which made her wary for a split second, because soon after he offered for her to try it. High Conor would have to be blind, to not see that furrowed brow and narrowed eyes sending glares at the young adult. "...No." That was all she said before going over to him to take away the knife and practically thrash it at the sink. "I am not doing that s**t Conor" snapped the girl sternly. She could deal with a lot of things, stupidity, curiosity, drinking, heck even sex! But drugs? No. "What the hell were you thinking!? Oh you're high you're not thinking!" Now Blaire was basically answering herself when she spoke. "Get it out of here Conor. Now." Was that a comand? Definitely.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:12 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:28 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Was it possible for Blaire to narrow her eyes more than they were? Somehow she managed it, and sending the meanest, most dangerous glare in the world while she was at it. From the moment he waved his arms, to the last word time he said her name, Conor managed to sink himself deeper in trouble with his girlfriend. Of course calling her ultra-b***h didn't score him points either. "No it won't. I am NOT trying that s**t Conor" she snapped once more, gritting her teeth right afterward, holding back the thought to kick him out right there. It was an anger thing... it would pass by. The kicking him out part only though. However one little detail of what he said hurt more than it angered her. "If that's what makes you happy what am I?" she asked with a visible frown. Blaire didn't give him much time to answer before glaring at him again. "Well?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:47 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 8:06 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ He did NOT just scowl at her. Oh he did. Somehow he managed to get himself in deeper s**t, if that was even possible. "I'm not yours! Being with you doesn't mean I have to do the first stupid s**t that you suggest!" barked the white haired teenager right after he snapped. What the hell was going through his mind!? He didn't even answer her! She was pissed! This was getting worse and worse and it didn't-Keith? That explained a lot. Blaire stayed quiet for a moment, as if taking that in before glaring back at him. Keith was the reason he was here wasn't it? He never did tell her what exactly happened, only that they had a fight. Which is why she shook her head, never stopping that glare before taking a step back. "I'm not Keith. If all you want is a drug dog, then go over to him. Keep that s**t away from me" she stopped yelling, but this tone was much for stern and serious than all the others. The girl crossed her arms, those eyes very well pissed at her boyfriend, waiting to see what he would do.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 12:22 am
Nothing was thought over twice, any flaw in what he planned was overlooked in favor of moving forward and he was too positive on himself to even think that he could possibly be a little wrong. He didn't even see it when she finally spoke again, though the tone should have alarmed him to the mistakes he had made and forewarned him to the ones he was about to make. “What? Ha, ********, yeah, right – Keith's ******** some other guy, why I'm with – you want some orange juice? No, yeah, okay, it's mine.” He took the carton and took another drink before setting it down and going on much quicker than usual, “'Kay, fine, no drugs, got it, you don't get it, I don't care, let's go on – <********>, why can't you – no, we're cool. Cool. Yeah. You don't want to be happy too, then I'm cool with that, because we're cool. Let's ******** instead.” Oh, how smooth Conor was!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:50 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire only stared at him for a moment. Did he really just say that? Any rational, non-pissed person would've stopped arguing with Conor a while back, due to the little detail he was high... but Blaire had simply acted on anger. Now well... she was pissed. He was high, that she was aware of, it was the main reason she was angry after all! He was saying stupid idea after stupid idea. And now he thought to ********. After practically telling her he was with her because Keith was with someone else. Oh wait, he did just tell her that. One would argue that a high person spoke as true as a drunk... and they'd be right if they took Conor for example. This logic, did not pass through Blaire's mind. What did, was something else. Conor would be getting a very close view of Blaire's hand, because a slap could be heard around the room. It would've been worse, if she had given it thought, but eh, pity got in the way. "You're an a**" scoffed the girl, never once stopping that eternal glare. It took her a moment to take a breath before narrowing those eyes once more. "Get out of here now." Yup. He managed the impossible.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 12:03 pm
Maybe he should have said some sort of apology to attempt to bring that resolute glare down to a point that didn't frighten him. Because, yeah, Conor was starting to be filled with fear at what she said. It was turning into the same and though he had thought he had changed enough to prevent this, he was coming to realize it wasn't enough. Something was still the same despite the few efforts and it lead him here again. He shifted his gaze to the coke still on the counter, the neat lines a photo copy from when he first straightened them. It wasn't a very long look, though several more thoughts entered his mind than they ever had in hours of moping in his corner. He didn't say a word as he slid his hands back into his pockets, averted his eyes from the counter, from Blaire, and left as she asked.
~End~
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:55 pm
//New day
It had taking him a while longer than he would have loved to find Blair's house. He was only working with memories from when he was a kid, trying to remember the general area of where it was. Still, he had recognize it when he walked in front, but by now, it was night... or was it? He couldn't very tell. His trip at the room had... well, left him on another trip. To calm himself, that is. He paced in front of the door for a good five minutes before finding the nerve to knock on it.... 2524 times. What was she waiting for? Could she hurry and open the goddamn door! He didn't have all night!
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:24 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ The last few days for the teenager were pretty depressive ever since Conor left. To be honest the day he left she had been pissed, until he didn't come home, and she found the little note he left behind in the mailbox the next day. Then it was just her panicking and eventually just slumping into a quiet sulking state. Lucas had come by a few times, the first practically yelling at her like he was her older brother or something. The rest were more trying to get her to cheer up... to no avail. She was expecting him to come over tonight, loafing in some t-shirt and shorts with messy loose hair, but it was getting late. Still when the door was heard, she assumed it was him, though the thousands of knock until she actually got there had her thinking otherwise, or maybe that he was just impatient or something. "I'm coming... What-" Blaire had started to say that, if only to make the other know the knocking was annoying as she opened the door. Of all the people, she didn't expect Keith, and that made her grip the edge of the door nervously. Do you blame her? He was at her door at night, and she barely ever spoke with him.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:36 pm
Ah! Finally! The door was open. She had taken her damn sweet time. Stupid female. Keith helped Blair opening the door wider by pushing against it and stepping inside the house. "Hey, Conor's here right? Can I see him? Go get him. You're his new b***h now or something, right? So, uh, can you get him?" He asked, while looking left and right, trying to see if he could found the boy from the hallway. The faster he would see him, the better he would feel. Yeah, screw the 'not caring' part. He ******** cared. Why else would have have moved so fast with Clark if not because the boy reminded him of Conor? Why would had acted so weird when he had seen him at the Treasure Hunt festival if not for that? In other words, he ******** cared about Conor and even now, while he had pushed him away, Keith was still regulating his whole life around the toughs of him. It had already been like that, and it would probably always be too.
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