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 Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 7:36 pm
 A House Divided People Roleplaying: Mekami-Sama and Eternal HowlCharacters: Alfred F. Jones (The United States of America) and John Jones (The Confederate States of America)Time Period: Alternate Universe-- Age 17, 11th year of school in America (Junior year)Beginning: John and Alfred are mature, career-bound teenagers, good kids that follow the rules and do as they are told.
HA! As if.
But, regardless of grades or parents (Antonio Carriedo and Arthur Kirkland), the two manage to have exciting, drama-filled lives, two totally opposite, but somehow identical twin, boys existing in relative peace. Considering their house has three teenage boys (Alfred -> John -> Matthew), it's better than it could be. Matthew, the youngest child, a little sophomore, is simply going to school and trying not to get beaten up because he's mistaken for both John and Alfred.
Ok, so maybe Alfred is more tolerant than John. Maybe John is a little too Southern-- his speech slurs, he finds no problem in drink, and he just seems a little too rude to María (Mexico), Cuba, and other, darker skinned kids, just a touch too snide to the gay population (like Francis and Feliks). But there's no proof of the difference between the two-- that's what twins were after all. The only difference between was small and easily missed; the small ahoge on Alfred's head. John doesn't have an ahoge, but otherwise, they're identical. They squabble over glasses, as they have identical frame styles, but they're alright.
But, maybe, just maybe, John feels a little hypocritical. What about? He'll never tell.
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 8:18 am
I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land! John •  • Jones xxxxxxxxxxxx
Then here's to our Confederacy, strong are we and brave
Like patriots of old we'll fight our heritage to save
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer ╔════════════†══╗ John opened his eyes blearily, yawning and stretching as he sat up. The blanket fell to pool at his waist, revealing that he slept sans shirt, only wearing boxers, hearing only vaguely the morning call of his parents. "Ai'ight, Papa, I's awa'e." He answered with another yawn, and Antonio went on from the door to beat on Alfred's. He stretched, then leapt from the bed in the customary fight with Alfred to make it to the bathroom first. Because he was woken first by Papa, he won. He grinned as he locked the door, then began his morning ritual with showering.
A few minutes later, he left the steaming bathroom with a towel around his waist and one in his hair, wide awake now. "Al'ie, the ba'room's all yer's." He announced to Alfred, whisking the towel through his hair briskly as he walked to his room, glad that he had won the race. Of course, that seemed to be the only thing he won against Alfred.
Alfred was the favorite-- it was blatantly obvious to even the blind. Alfred asked for something, he got it. John asked and he was told to get a job. Alfred wanted to go somewhere, and he was given the car keys. John asked and was told he was too "irresponsible." John was sure it was because he was Southern, and he felt, quite honestly, ignored. So few people were his friends. He had plenty of followers, his status as an athlete was too good to deny himself an entourage, but no real friends but for his brother, and he resented Alfred for it. Even Matthew had a friend! Sure, it was the huge creepy oaf Ivan, but it was still a friend. But regardless, John's only confidant was Alfred-- a position he both hated and loved.
He shook his head furiously as he passed by Alfred, banishing the thought firmly. It was just a little too close to the truth, and it stung. He dressed in his room, wearing his military outfit again, a soft grey-blue that was reminiscent of the Civil War. He wore it proudly, uncaring if it pushed people away-- he was Southern, he was proud of his heritage, and damn if he didn't look fine in it. He looked in the mirror in his room and adjusted his hair slightly, shaking his head to allow it to fall naturally. It parted just so, falling to the left in a soft cowlick. He scratched the back of his neck, then put the impeccable white gloves on, smiling at his reflection. He looked like a Southern soldier.
He didn't do it to look good, actually. Nor for his heritage, or even that it pushed people away. He did it because it was fun, and it often incurred Alfred's ire. Alfred hated it, and it was fun to watch Alfred freak out over it, saying it meant that John supported slavery, that he was racist, that blah blah blah... It generally trailed into nonsense after that-- John didn't really care what others thought. He only actually cared about Alfred's opinion, and, through a God-given gift to twins, John knew that Alfred didn't really hate the uniform as much as he said. John pulled on his boots, musing. Maybe Alfred would even wear his Union outfit today just to match-but-not-really, since the Union fought against the South.
He scratched at the bristled forming on his chin, then walked out of his room, ready to meet resistance and a verbal thrashing from Arthur. It didn't happen, though, throwing John off. But then again, Arthur was trying to cook again, with Antonio nearby to make sure nothing went up in flames again. Ever since Arthur had managed to burn the house down, the usually cool and even-tempered Spaniard had declared that Arthur wasn't allowed to cook unless he was nearby. Arthur would normally had fought this, but when he saw how bad the fire had gotten (the house was GONE), he had meekly agreed.
"Antonio, is this acceptable?" Arthur asked in his crisp British accent. Antonio glanced over his significant other's shoulder. For a mere second, there was a flash of panic in the calm man's features, then it was gone. He set a hand softly on Arthur's upper arm and smiled blithely. "Ah, why don't we eat out for breakfast? We can run by McDonald's and get the boys hotcakes or some other thing. Alfred does love the place, no matter how well you cook."
The words made Arthur bristle, but at the compliment-that-wasn't-a-compliment, he smiled and kissed Antonio's hand. "Alright." John sat at the table, eyes flat. Of course it was going to be that greasetrap for breakfast. It usually ended up that way. John glanced around, then, not seeing Alfred in his barely rating cursory gaze, bellowed. "Al'red! Ge' yer ah ou' heah! Ti' ta leev!"
╚══†════════════╝ Rebels before, our fathers of yore
The name that snatched from shame
Making it first in fame, foremost in war
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 4:17 pm
I'll be back tomorrow,
I'll be back in the ballroom swingin'
I'll be back with my Superman action,
And I’m off to save the world.
silly me I left a message with no return number,
for my boys in blue in case of an emergency,
in case the s**t goes down, yeah.
Alfred F. Jonesxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ xxxxxxxxxxI'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me. ☆═━┈┈━═☆
Alfred groaned when the small stream of morning light made its way from the small opening between his window's curtains and into his face. It wasn't that he disliked mornings; sometimes he was the first one awake, lounging on the couch and eating God knows what while watching early morning cartoons. But that was weekends. Weekdays, and thus, school days were a completely different matter altogether. It wasn't exactly the the kind of day Alfred F. Jones, self-proclaimed hero and awesomest person alive, liked to wake up to.
It was only as he lazily rolled out of his bed, blankets piling on top of him as he hit the floor when he realized that his parents had been calling for him to wake up, and probably had been for some time now. Oh well. He could always say he didn't hear them if Daddy Arthur complained, which he would; very loudly. He fought his way out from the blankets tangled around his limbs, falling on his face once he'd finally made his way out. "Ha...take that blankets. No one holds Alfred F****** Jones down for long." He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, realizing that once again he had undressed himself in his sleep. Why did this keep happening? No wonder his brothers kicked him out every time he snuck into their beds after a nightmare. He was a sleep stripper and he didn't even want to be.
Finally coming to full wakefulness, a crucial detail made itself known to him. Today was school. School meant everyone woke up early. And that meant that his evil twin might get to the washroom first, successfully blocking him from getting ready and taking all the hot water left that he needed for showering!
He let out a sound somewhere between a whine and a screech, running out and letting himself smash into the unfortunately, already locked bathroom door. "Damn you, J.J! I'll get my revenge! You'll see!" He wouldn't really, but saying something about the situation always made him feel a little better; a little less beaten. Resigning himself to waiting, he allowed himself, to slide down the door and lie there while his brother finished up in the bathroom.
Once he was, Alfred gave him a half hearted glare, pouting and going about his own morning rituals. The water was indeed cold, something he should have expected, being the last one awake on many occassions however, it never ceased to surprise him in the haze of half awareness that made up his morning and he let out a high pitched yelp.
He finished fighting his way through what was supposed to be an everyday and second nature morning activity, heading back to his room to change. He looked at the dirtied clothes littering his floor, shrugged, seeing nothing he could salvage and call clean in the eyes of his parents and teachers and went to borrow something from John's room. His brother wouldn't mind. He should be flattered that Alfred so frequently decided to raid his closet, especially since he randomly had clothes that only old men these days still know about. Old men who promoted slavery, and were racist and ugly and perverted, and probably commie's nowadays.
But it did look good on John. He couldn't deny that.
Choosing a simple t-shirt to go with his jeans, Alfred donned the only clean clothing he had in his room; a bomber jacket that he had had for years and wore almost every day. It had survived any and all threats of being burned for his overuse of it by others and he was proud to call it his.
He pulled on his socks and choose at a liesurely pace, digging his bag out from his own closet before hearing that one sweet word that always made a day that much brighter. His brother's heavily accented Southern voice followed it soon after, calling him down, even as he bounded down the hall, practically leaping the stairs and tackling poor John Jones to the floor in his excitement.
Revenge complete. Brother taken down.
"Are we going or what?" He grinned, tugging at his twin's shirt eagerly, as if that would get them to his favourite fast food restaurant, and thus, to breakfast, that much faster. Ronald McDonald was waiting, holding a big juicy hamburger with his name on it!
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I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be back at a quarter to 11.
I'm half drunk, I can’t see straight,
A hero zero with a capital Z (that's me).
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles,
Under the powers of anevildoctorrocketsciencemonster,
with capabilities to destroy the entire universe.
(WUT?)
I'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me.
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 6:05 pm
I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land! John • • Jones xxxxxxxxxxxx
Then here's to our Confederacy, strong are we and brave
Like patriots of old we'll fight our heritage to save
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer ╔════════════†══╗ John glanced up as he heard his brother barge through the house, but wasn't prepared for the mass to fly at him and tackle him. He let out a hoarse yell, glaring daggers at the male atop of himself, though, he did admit, Alfred wasn't that heavy. He looked smaller than John muscle wise, but that was simply because John worked out daily for wrestling practice. Alfred looked good though, and John was altogether too awake of this fact-- having the other male tackle him to the ground simple made it too obvious to deny as he felt the thinner boy on top of his own, thicker frame. Almost without thought, John's hands had grabbed Alfred's shoulders, and, even through the thin, cotton genteel gloves, he felt the delicacy of the other's body palpably. It made John want to protect him, regardless if Alfred was more than capable of doing such himself. Luckily, he could cover the grabbing as a pretext to shoving his older brother off.
"AH!" John yelled as he pushed on Alfred in return, flipping Alfred to his back, a snarl ready set on his features. He shoved Alfred down to the ground, straddling a leg to keep the older in place and smirking with a perfectly malicious edge to it. He pulled back a fist, ready to rough and tumble as always and trying hard not to think about the position he was in. IF he thought too much, he'd react too much, and then Alfred might react badly. Or well. either way would just make John uncomfortable. It just wasn't right! At the question that fell from Alfred's lips though, he blinked, pausing to think.
"O' cou'e we'e lea'in'. We nee' bra'as', don' we?" He replied. He sighed and sat up, pushing his hair from his face to show off his sapphire hues, his permanently half-lidded eyes looking both calm and slow only for the shape. If Alfred were to actually take note of the emotion in the color, though, it was be both wary and hoping. He moved back from being on top of his brother-- a flash of the same situation flickered through his mind without clothes, but he shoved it away harshly as he all but jumped to his feet, looking slightly flustered as he compulsively adjusted his clothing to make sure it was neat. If only he could take his old Rebel saber! but the school would be less than accommodating at the show of history.
"Don' ta'ul' me! Yeh lu'y I knoh who i' wa', or I' o' whi' yo'r a' so har'--!" He threatened, then paused. "OI! A'e yeh weahin' mah shi'r?!" He pulled on Alfred's shirt slightly, glaring, but before he could tackle Alfred down again and take his shirt back, heard their parents yelling for them to get into the car-- it was time to leave.
He released Alfred with a shove, running to grab his backpack and jumping in the car next to Matthew in the back, crossing his arms and huffing. "He nee's ta lear' ta do hi' ow' laund'reh... Dam' Yan'..." He mumbled, annoyed.
╚══†════════════╝ Rebels before, our fathers of yore
The name that snatched from shame
Making it first in fame, foremost in war
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 10:29 pm
I'll be back tomorrow,
I'll be back in the ballroom swingin'
I'll be back with my Superman action,
And I’m off to save the world.
silly me I left a message with no return number,
for my boys in blue in case of an emergency,
in case the s**t goes down, yeah.
Alfred F. Jonesxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ xxxxxxxxxxI'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me. ☆═━┈┈━═☆
Alfred loved catching his brother on guard. It was one of his favourite passtimes and one of the only ones that resulted in him getting injured half the time. It was totally worth it though, or that's what he thought anytime he wasn't in the middle of being shoved and pinned to the ground, completely sure he was going to be destroyed by said brother. It didn't help that John was larger than him; his build was much more muscular than Alfred's though he wasn't by any means weak. Alfred was actually quite strong, which wasn't hard to believe seeing as he just tackled down probably the best wrestler in their school. He just always seemed to keep the same thin body type.
He wouldn't ever agree with people who said that his twin was taller than him though. It was just his muscles that made him look tall! Like that Russian guy from school! He was just fat so he looked tall. Yeah.
Either way, he always found himself wearing a wide grin in these situations, even when his brother went along with his little threats, like the fist he had raised and ready to pound into Alfred's innocent little face. It looked like he was in a good mood today though, or maybe just too hungry to take his anger issues out on Alfred, because he lowered his arm and got off of his pinned twin, beckoning him to come and eat.
Of course Alfred could only comply when food was involved. He jumped to his feet, completely missing his brother's internal struggle and flustered countenance. He lived another day to spread his awesome around the world and save it from evil. God bless America.
Ah. Now he was being threatened; shouldn't a guy as strong as John be able to hold his own against a flying twin missile? But he was threatening and not attacking! That meant J.J really was in a good mood! Maybe he'd even play a game with Alfred later and not get mad about him wearing his--oh, no wait. He was getting mad about the shirt. Luckily he was saved by his parents. He had never been so happy to hear the annoyance that was their nagging voices.
He scampered to the car as soon as he was freed jumping in on his side (he loved the window), and laughing loudly at his victory. "You're such a wimp, J.J! I do that all the time and you always end up falling for me! I thought you were supposed to be good at wrestling! And this shirt looks good on me! Be proud, hick!"
He'd have to ambush his brother again later tonight. He'd decided while brushing his teeth earlier that he was going to have a horror movie marathon and his twin was not going to let him suffer alone.
☆═━┈┈━═☆
I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be back at a quarter to 11.
I'm half drunk, I can’t see straight,
A hero zero with a capital Z (that's me).
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles,
Under the powers of anevildoctorrocketsciencemonster,
with capabilities to destroy the entire universe.
(WUT?)
I'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 7:12 pm
I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie's Land! John • • Jones xxxxxxxxxxxx
Then here's to our Confederacy, strong are we and brave
Like patriots of old we'll fight our heritage to save
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer ╔════════════†══╗ S"shu' yer fa', Yan'! Yeh migh' ge' si' iffen yeh kee' thro'in' u' aw tha' shi'." Immediately after saying this, Matthew gasped at the expletive. John quickly reassured Matthew that he had heard wrong-- which wasn't difficult, considering how John spoke was so difficult to decipher. John sighed as Matthew finally relaxed back into his seat and Arthur and Antonio got in their respective seats. Matthew looked traumatized-- John inwardly laughed. He always managed that at least once a day, and it was a new record today. A whole... John glanced to an old Civil War era pocket watch. A whole hour. Not bad.
They ran through McDonald's quickly, grabbing food for everybody. John got a coffee and a sausage muffin thing-- it wasn't good, but it was edible, at least. He ate it quickly and drank the coffee in sips to lessen the burn, keeping his blue eyes everywhere but on Alfred. ******** Alfred. Just had to make everything difficult all the time. Tch. John bit his lip, feeling a small heat burn began to form slightly on his tongue, stinging a little. He gritted his teeth as the trio of boys were unceremoniously dumped off before the school, the car zooming off to Antonio's exhortations to be good.
John let out a hard exhalation of breath and tugged the messenger bag strap more securely on his shoulder. It was still a good five minutes before class-- just enough time to get there and be on time, but John didn't really want to go to school. Math was a bore, English was a bore, all classes were a bore. Well, except History. John waited for Matthew to dash ahead in panicked haste to get to class before turning to Alfred with a slight smirk.
"Oi, Yan'. Le's di't'." He offered, feeling mischievous. Who needed school anyhow? Not like John was scarping anything past a D or a C anyhow. One day wouldn't make him fail. His grin grew slightly as he adjusted his bag again, then reached in it and rummaged around for something. A moment later, he pulled out the camera, then flicked it on and pulled up a picture, turning it to face Alfred.
"O' Aw'll te'l Pa an' Pawpi jus' wha' wen' on in tha' par'y tha' ye threw a whi'l agoo." He meant, of course, that there was alcohol-- and that little Matthew had gotten drunk, much to the horror of John. Matthew had been so sick the next day that Arthur and Antonio had been super suspicious for ages and ages after. In the picture, Matthew was dancing without most of his clothing, his face suffused with an alcoholic blush, eyes unfocused, and incredibly wobbly. In the background, Alfred was speaking to some people, and John seemed to be attempting to pull Matthew down to presumable drag him to safety. In all actuality, John had been cheering Matthew on, but the lucky angles had made a most convenient cop out if the picture were every found.
"Wha'cha say, eh, Brothah?" John asked, turning the camera off and slipping it in his bag, spinning the backpack to hold it so that Alfred wouldn't be able to reach in without pulling it from John first. "Gon' come wi't?"
╚══†════════════╝ Rebels before, our fathers of yore
The name that snatched from shame
Making it first in fame, foremost in war
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 10:08 pm
I'll be back tomorrow,
I'll be back in the ballroom swingin'
I'll be back with my Superman action,
And I’m off to save the world.
silly me I left a message with no return number,
for my boys in blue in case of an emergency,
in case the s**t goes down, yeah.
Alfred F. Jonesxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ xxxxxxxxxxI'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me. ☆═━┈┈━═☆
Alfred had taken to drowning out his brother's words over the years; actually, he had taken to being selective to most things he heard and got in trouble for it more often than not. It was too bad Mattie hadn't been able to develop the same skill as his totally awesome older brother. It came in handy when being lectured by teachers and screamed at by bushy browed English fathers. Thank God he was adopted. He didn't think he'd be able to live with those hairy alien monsters growing out of his face.
But at least daddy dearest didn't deprive him of his one and only love. He perked up from his slightly dazed state, lifting his head from where it rested against the window and looking up at the bright yelloe 'M' that signified all that was good in the world. McDonald's was surely a gift sent by God, and he was right about that hamburger waiting for him. He got it just as he'd planned, not that he'd ever doubted he would. Alfred always got his burger, even if it took a lengthy amount of loud and highly annoying whining and a promise to finally clean his room that he'd never intended to keep. Arthur really needed to learn.
By the time they made it to the school, he was munching contently on his second breakfast. He didn't know what time it was, or if they were even on time, but he'd leave that to his two brother alarm clocks. He could always count on at least one of them to tell him what was going on. He watched little Mattie run off towards the front foors in a panic and knew that that was his cue. Taking a step in that direction, Alfred was fully prepared to go to class today. He'd been a little better with that ever since Papa Antonio had told him that he couldn't be a pilot if he didn't pass his classes and do well.
Well, he was going to go to class, before his villian of a brother decided it would be a good idea to blackmail him. He looked at the camera screen being held before him, a horrified expression overtakigng his face. The fiend. His eyes narrowed as he looked at his twin defiantly. He would have liked so much to punch the other in the face right now but he knew his brother would kick his butt and then he really would tell their parents about the time Mattie got drunk. How was he supposed to know that his little brother was a closet party animal?!
"Y-you can't --that's not fair! That party was your idea in the first place!" He yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at John. Sure, he had completely and utterly loved that party and maaaybe, sort of planned it and invited a bunch of people and probably didn't keep tabs on what was being brought into their house, but still...it was totally J.J's fault. Just because.
His eyes swept over this brother's smug expression, and to the bag that held the evidence of his little mistake. He'd be killed by both their parents if they ever saw that thing.
Letting out a drawn out sigh, Alfred pouted, a whine tinging his words as he looked back at the school mournfully. "Fine. You win..."
With that, he shoved his brother playfully and ran down the street. No way was he letting his brother lead them to wherever it was they were going. Sure, he'd been tricked into this, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to have fun! "That doesn't mean you're gonna lead me around like I'm some kinda dog, bro! I'm the hero so I lead! Come on! Move it! Or I'll tell ya over and over about how the Confederates lost!"
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I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be back at a quarter to 11.
I'm half drunk, I can’t see straight,
A hero zero with a capital Z (that's me).
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles,
Under the powers of anevildoctorrocketsciencemonster,
with capabilities to destroy the entire universe.
(WUT?)
I'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 5:39 pm
xxxxxxxJ o h n • J o n e s 「On the ground I lay, motionless in pain 」 I can see my life flash before my eyes ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」 █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ I will not die, I will not die!
John snickered at the horror upon Alfred's face-- he had really hit a low blow, but at this point, it didn't matter. John was frustrated with himself and with the situation he found himself in too much to care. He just anted to be vindictive for a moment, even if it meant that he dropped his gentleman facade for a moment. Not like Alfred ever was, and Arthur was only a gentleman on the outside-- he was still into partying like wild himself, so the only real gentleman around was John. A proper Southern man, he was, and he would stay that way. But at times, it was just too goddamn much. He was, at the risk of sounding like a preppy girl at their school, SO over this.
He adjusted the strap on his backpack, waiting for Alfred's answer, his mind a whirling hive of mutterings. Would Alfred think it was weird that he hadn't invited Matthew to ditch? No, of course not-- little Mattie was such a wuss that he'd cry if they tried to get him to go. Would it be suspicious if he suggested some places he wanted to go to, but they seemed like couple hang outs, almost? John was no stranger to the make-out areas nor the places where he wouldn't get caught drinking whiskey, but... Well, he wouldn't go there then, right? Right! Alfred was kind of dense most of the time anyhow. He'd would never realize that John lik-- NO! He didn't! He wouldn't, he never would, it would never happen, and John was just fine, perfectly straight, a perfect Southern, corn-fed boy. That was it, dammit!
John smiled at Alfred easily, hiding his monsoon of emotions in a fake smile, then let it fall to a stoic expression. He was sure that Alfred did the same, something about a "hero" or whatever, but John could never tell. Though he faked smiles so often, he never could see through others' falseness. It was a failing, what could he do? He was a touch too trusting and didn't want to look under the surface. It took too much work and time. He brought up a white-gloved hand to adjust his hair and flick aside a strand that was falling in his eyes and obscuring his view of his brother. Damn Alfred-- he always looked better than himself in John's own clothing... Well. John thought that at least.
"Mah ide'h o' no', yeh sti' wo'ul lo'e mo' tha' meh iffin thi' pic'ure go' ou' and yeh kno' tha'." He answered without a change in expression, blinking and tilting his head slightly. His sapphire eyes flickered for a moment, but it was soon gone. He shifted his weight, waiting patiently for Alfred to decide.
When Alfred decided to go along with it, John let a smile light up his features-- a real smile, this time. He was actually quite happy that Alfred had agreed. Not surprising, really, but he was still happy nonetheless. The pout though was kind of cute... i-if John swung that way! He didn't though.
The shove, though, was unexpected and he stumbled back, blinking, then laughed. "Oh, bo', yeh be'er no' go o' abou' th' Wa' agai', I'w bea' yo' hea' in." He chuckled, but followed after. It was fair enough; he decided to leave, Alfred decided where to go. He ran after Alfred, laughing the whole time, flicking his backpack to fall more securely to his tush so it wouldn't bounce around too much.
"Be care'u' whe'e we go, broh'thah, I dun wan' ge' bea' up 'cau'e of mah unifo'm." Not that it had happened, but the threat was always there, and John had been jumped more than once because people disliked the Confederate uniform and what it stood for. John had beaten them easily, of course, but they could always have guns next time. "Le's go ta Ivan's hou'e. 'Is Ma is o'ay wi' u' drin'in'. I go' so'e whis'y iffin yeh wan' so'm, too. I wan' ge' drun' and I wan' see ho' yeh ac' when yeh'r drun'. I ain' nevah see' i'. Wha'ya sa'?"
I will survive. █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ 「On the bed I lay, loosing everything 」 I can see my life passing me by ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Was it all too much? or just not enough?xxxxx 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 1:56 pm
I'll be back tomorrow,
I'll be back in the ballroom swingin'
I'll be back with my Superman action,
And I’m off to save the world.
silly me I left a message with no return number,
for my boys in blue in case of an emergency,
in case the s**t goes down, yeah.
Alfred F. Jonesxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ xxxxxxxxxxI'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me. ☆═━┈┈━═☆
John was an evil person; Alfred knew. His brother always acted the part of the kind and gracious gentlemen and everyone always fell for it upon first glance, hook line and sinker. However, Alfred wasn't so fortunate as to be one of the people that John dealt with only marginally, as in, outside of their happy little home. Thus, Alfred was subject to his true scheming cowboy nature whenever he got bored of being a princess, or worse, Barbie's boyfriend Ken!
On the other hand, sometimes his brother's plots weren't all that bad, like right now. Sure, Alfred would most likely get caught for skipping out on class because Arthur always found out somehow, but at least he got to have fun, and as much as he'd like to deny it, J.J was fun to be around. So instead of whining and complaining about his old fashioned, brother who should have been born back during the civil war, Alfred grinned, running ahead and going along with it. Even faced with the threat of 'the party', he would not be deterred.
It was then that he noticed a change in his previously smug brother. To say that John looked conflicted was an understatement. In fact, he looked kind of constipated, now that Alfred thought about it, but Alfred didn't want to think about his brother being constipated so he put that out of his mind. Instead he turned around, tilting his head to the side fully prepared to ask him what the hold up was, because truly, Alfred wasn't as stupid as everyone made him out to be. Sure, he could be kind of oblivious sometimes, but he noticed things when he wanted to, especially when it had to do with his family.
He never got to ask his brother what was wrong though, because a smile, and then J.J's usual stoic expression returned to his face just a second later, and though Alfred still wanted to ask him about it, he decided he'd leave it for later.
He pouted at the next words that left his twin's lips, but didn't answer until he'd already started running ahead, sticking out his tongue in retaliation. "You'd only get in less trouble because you're a daddy's boy and made it look like you weren't doing anything bad in that picture!" You didn't just insult J.J unless you were enough out of his beating range, and J.J had a large beating range, especially if he threw stuff.
Alfred was all for wandering around aimlessly; he was the type that would just keep walking, everywhere and anywhere, seraching for new things and exploring all he could, but a plan was good too and it looked like his twin had one. Then again...
"But J.J! Ivan's mom hasn't liked me as much ever since me and Ivan got into that big fight and stopped being best friends! She's scary!...And I don't get drunk! I'm too awesome for drunkness! Because I'm a hero!" Okay, so maybe the last part wasn't true. Maybe J.J hadn't seen Alfred drunk because Alfred didn't make a habit of getting drunk around other people much.
The thing is, Alfred had found out a while ago that he got way too affectionate for other's liking when he got that way, and he didn't want a repeat of that time with Kiku. Then again, he didn't know if going by Kiku's standards was a very good idea of what he was like that way. Kiku freaked out over hugs...
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I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be back at a quarter to 11.
I'm half drunk, I can’t see straight,
A hero zero with a capital Z (that's me).
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles,
Under the powers of anevildoctorrocketsciencemonster,
with capabilities to destroy the entire universe.
(WUT?)
I'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 7:20 pm
xxxxxxxJ o h n • J o n e s 「On the ground I lay, motionless in pain 」 I can see my life flash before my eyes ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」 █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ I will not die, I will not die!
Johnathon ignored Alfred's whined protest, grinning because though Alfred's complain was rather childish, it was true. Doesn't matter whether it was good or bad or whether he was a "Daddy's boy." It was simple fact. Though, John would likely have gotten in trouble regardless, somehow. Alfred would be punished too, but not enough, in John's mind. Arthur always pampered Alfred, adored him, loved him so much more than John. John was always an afterthought. True, he'd never been left at the store like Matthew by accident, but he was certainly not a favorite. Alfred was so... lucky.
John laughed. "Mayha' iffin yeh di'n' ge' inta fi's wi' evereh'un she woul'n' di'li'e yeh so mu'. Evah thou' o' tha'?" He offered, trotting to catch up, then playfully ran after, pushing his brother out of his way before heading past him with a grin. They were going to Ivan's house, and that was that. John wouldn't brook an argument. He wanted to see Alfred drunk, dammit, and he was going to.
He began heading towards Ivan's house anyway. He was sure that Alfred would follow and if he didn't, then too bad for Alfred. Alfred knew the consequences. John held all the cards today and knew it. He was as pleased as a pigeon that he was finally winning something and had something to pull over Alfred. Pull over... pull...a shirt off...
John shook his head firmly to himself before letting his face calm once more, giving Alfred a predatory expression. "Ta Iva's Ma's howse." He commanded, then began jogging away with laughter following. It was a good thing that Ivan's house wasn't too far to begin with, so John was practically passing it in seconds.
He skidded to a stop a few moments after he spoke, turning to face Alfred. An urge to wink and grin made him inhale sharply and eyes to widen in surprise. His breath hitched and he stumbled for a moment, eyes darting about shiftily before he managed a painful smile and turned away quickly to hide it. He could feel the falsity of the expression and knew, knew that if Alfred saw it, he would as well.
He darted away towards the door and knocked on the door quickly to hide his embarrassment. Ivan's mother opened the door almost before John's hand touched it, making the boy step back and blink. "Oh, Ivan's friend! Anya is pleased to have you in her home." She opened the door with a bright smile, looking up to the tall boy and stepped aside in a clear welcome. She looked past him and saw Alfred, her smile fading for a moment before it was just as bright as ever.
"Brother is welcome too! John will watch him, yes?" John laughed and hugged the tiny woman. "Awl trah. Min' iffin we goh in an' di' s'kool? We dun fee' li' goin' an' we wan'ta ge' drun'." Anya smiled so widely her eyes closed and simply waved him in.
"Is okay." She didn't care and allowed the boys in without a second thought. "Don't make a mess, da?" John nodded and she left the door open. John turned around and motioned for Alfred to come in. It was too late to back out. He grinned, then fished around in his bag for the bottle of Tennessee he had smuggled from their home and brought it out, waving it, then vanished into the house. "Le's goh, Alfre'."
I will survive. █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ 「On the bed I lay, loosing everything 」 I can see my life passing me by ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Was it all too much? or just not enough?xxxxx 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 2:28 pm
I'll be back tomorrow,
I'll be back in the ballroom swingin'
I'll be back with my Superman action,
And I’m off to save the world.
silly me I left a message with no return number,
for my boys in blue in case of an emergency,
in case the s**t goes down, yeah.
Alfred F. Jonesxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ xxxxxxxxxxI'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me. ☆═━┈┈━═☆
Alfred huffed when John only laughed at his whined protests. So cruel. And he did not get into fight with everyone. Everyone else just didn't understand that sometimes they did things that were evil or would hurt them without them knowing it and Alfred had to save them. It wasn't his fault they reacted violently to it, and of course he'd have to defend himself then. John, for instance, was a secretly crazy racist cowboy from the past who was transported through time into the womb of their mother and somehow took the same form as Alfred. It all made perfect sense in his mind.
But he didn't have time to dwell on his theories because his brother had caught up to him. He didn't notice that he'd begun to slow down once he'd started concentrating on his ideas, and John had come up from behind him and pushed passed him...and on to that Commie's house. Damn him. He knew it was too late now. Once J.J got ahead he wouldn't let anyone stop him even if Alfred managed to catch up with his brother now. And if he stopped and turned back, his brother would use the picture against him.
So Alfred followed, though reluctantly, and at a much slower pace than he'd started at, grumbling and whining all the while as he brooded over being so unfairly treated. He didn't want to go to Ivan's house, even if he wasn't there. Ivan's house was filled with the evil that was Braginski and though he and the Russian used to be the best of friends, they were torn apart after a huge fight only last year. It wasn't Alfred's fault, of course. Ivan had changed and gone to the dark side. As for his mother, Alfred used to love going over to see Mama Anya. She was an awesome lady and she cooked the best food, but since Alfred her "little Vanya's" enemy now, well...
He looked up to make sure he hadn't wandered off his path as his mind had, only to see the evil look on his brother's face as he began laughing, like villians always do, and running up to Ivan's house, skidding to a stop at the door. Alfred pouted, scowling at his brother childishly, but couldn't help the small chuckle from escaping him when he saw J.J stumble and smile, though only for a second. His twin was weird sometimes, especially today. Alfred would have to force it out of him when they got home. His annoyance knew no bounds; he knew. Mattie had told him.
But now wasn't the time to laugh at his brother's once in a lifetime stumble because the door was opening and there Anya stood in all her short overprotective mother glory. A distressed, though quiet whine filled the air, and he he horrified to realize that it had come from his own mouth. He really hoped no one heard that. Hopefully his brother and enemy's mother were too busy talking to hear. He looked up, the second Anya turned from his brother to frown at him before looking away once again.
Well, at least she wasn't yelling at him. He followed his brother into her home at his beckoning, watching the tiny woman warily for a few seconds before taking his place beside his slightly taller twin. "I wanna go home. Why'd we have to come here of all places? And where did you even get that?" He complained, pointing at the offending bottle in his brother's hands. It was all its fault they were here. All because it wanted to get him drunk in front of his brother. Stupid alcohol.
He plopped down onto the floor, once again glaring up at his brother accusingly.
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I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be back at a quarter to 11.
I'm half drunk, I can’t see straight,
A hero zero with a capital Z (that's me).
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles,
Under the powers of anevildoctorrocketsciencemonster,
with capabilities to destroy the entire universe.
(WUT?)
I'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:58 pm
xxxxxxxJ o h n • J o n e s 「On the ground I lay, motionless in pain 」 I can see my life flash before my eyes ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」 █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ I will not die, I will not die!
John ignored Alfred's questions and whining, merely beckoning the other in further. When Alfred simply sat down though, John huffed, crossing his arms and exhaling hard. Mood-killer. He complained to himself mentally, then glanced about. There had to be a way to get Alfred to play along and not cry about it. John rubbed his chin, sitting down on the floor next to Alfred, legs straight and leaning his weight on his hands behind himself.
He yawned for a moment then straightened his back once more and picked up his whiskey, examining it for a moment. The amber liquid was SO calling his name, he could HEAR it begging to be drunk. He ripped off the plastic safety crap and popped the cap, glad that he had a large bottle. Surely it was enough to get drunk off of? Well, considering the alcohol content, if only one of them drank it, they might just get sick, so, yeah, it should be enough. John tipped the bottle up and took a sip, feeling the burn of the alcohol sear his throat and make his gasp for breath for a moment, shaking his head and closing his eyes. He took a breath, then, with a grin, lifted the bottle straight up and guzzled a good amount in one long drink.
After, his eyes watered and he took a long breath to try and recapture the air the drink had taken from him, setting the bottle down and looking vaguely surprised. "Eh... Wo'... Stron'er th'n Ai tho'..." He mumbled, feeling the whiskey begin to spread its warmth slowly throughout his body and making him a little more relaxed. His body began to sink back, making him realize that he was leaning on absolutely nothing. He got up and walked over to a wall, then leaned against that, feeling much more comfortable. After another small drink, he held out the bottle.
"Goh ohn, drin' sum." He encouraged. "Iffin yeh dun lai' i', Ai ca' as' An'a iffin she ha' anythin' yeh migh' beh intehres'd in." He smiled reassuringly, but couldn't help the small thrill that ran down his spine at the thought of Alfred being drunk. Maybe... Alfred would be a little more amenable to certain things.
John licked his lips without thought, then lazily looked away from Alfred's rather toned chest. Of course he had to wear one of the shirts that were actually tight. It outlined everything perfectly, and John felt rather lonesome on his own without somebody to hold. He sighed and heaved himself forward to hold out the bottle more. "Goh ohn."
I will survive. █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ 「On the bed I lay, loosing everything 」 I can see my life passing me by ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Was it all too much? or just not enough?xxxxx 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:08 pm
I'll be back tomorrow,
I'll be back in the ballroom swingin'
I'll be back with my Superman action,
And I’m off to save the world.
silly me I left a message with no return number,
for my boys in blue in case of an emergency,
in case the s**t goes down, yeah.
Alfred F. Jonesxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ xxxxxxxxxxI'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me. ☆═━┈┈━═☆
Alfred wasn't really as annoyed as he liked to let on. Most of the time, he just liked giving his brother a hard time and see what he did to try and convince Alfred to join in on his little games. Sure, it kind of supported the idea that Alfred loved attention, but he'd never really denied the fact all those times people had accused him of it. Seriously, people made it out to be a bad thing. What was wrong with liking to have people around? Obvioulsy it got lonely when you were alone!
Alfred's posture relaxed, and he even went as far as falling onto his back -making himself at home, as so many people liked to say when you went over- as John sat down beside him. He tilted his head to the side, peering up at his brother as he practically raped the whiskey with his eyes. Man, he was beginning to think his brother had problems, like, real not far fetched problems, that had to do with marrying his alcohol...He still hadn't told Alfred where he'd even gotten the huge bottle. He never told him anything, dammit!
Alfred's attention was drawn back to his twin as he finally opened the bottle, taking a nice long drink before pulling it away and setting it down before looking at it as if it was the most amazing thing in the world. Was it really that good? Alfred wasn't a big drinker himself, but he had had his fair share of parties, which is kind of the reason he'd gotten himself blackmailed by his own brother. He watched curiously as J.J moved from his spot beside him over to the wall, leaning against it like the Southern guy he was.
He knew he was caught now. J.J had his attention and he said he didn't have to have anymore if he didn't like it, right? His brother was probably bluffing anyway. He'd always been able to hold his drink so he was exaggerating. But he wanted to know for sure so badly now. He sat up, turning to his brother, biting his lip as it trying to hold himself back a little bit longer. Come on Alfred. Self control. Remember why you didn't want to go along with this...
Sadly, it looked like his mind's logic was foiled again by his impulsive nature and he reached out towards the offered bottle from his position on the floor. "Fine. Give it here...but, only a little, alright?"
☆═━┈┈━═☆
I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be back at a quarter to 11.
I'm half drunk, I can’t see straight,
A hero zero with a capital Z (that's me).
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles,
Under the powers of anevildoctorrocketsciencemonster,
with capabilities to destroy the entire universe.
(WUT?)
I'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 11:31 am
xxxxxxxJ o h n • J o n e s 「On the ground I lay, motionless in pain 」 I can see my life flash before my eyes ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」 █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ I will not die, I will not die!
Johnathon smirked to himself as Alfred reluctantly relaxed, going so far as to lay on his back in the "commmie's house." John didn't see what was so wrong with such a philosophy-- providing people were in their proper places, of course. Other than that, it seemed just as fine as any other style of anything, really. John wriggled his nose in thought for a moment, thinking as he watched his almost-twin do the same. Alfred was so very easy to read, sometimes. John could see how Alfred was debating it, debating whether to or not and weighing options. Or, at the least, debating whether getting drunk and possibly utterly stupid was worth the humiliation John might bring upon him. John did still have the camera in his bag, after all. Alfred probably remembered.
John paused to think about that last thought, then shook his head mentally. Alfred was far too much for the "out of sight, out of mind" theory, and it was as firmly embedded in Alfred's mind as freedom. Not that they had any lack of freedom, comparatively, but Alfred always seemed to be chafing at any sort of restriction, even if it was clearly for his own safety. Then again, John was the same way. He leaned his head against the wall behind himself, letting his eyelids fall to cloak his own grey-blue hues from sight, though he could still see a small sliver of the world. John took another drink of the liquid to tease Alfred, seeing the longing in those beautiful sapphire hues, jealous of the whiskey for a moment.
He blinked lazily. He must really have drunk more than he thought if he wasn't immediately backpedaling. He glanced to the rather large bottle to judge how much was left, then tilted his head a bit to the side with a faintly surprised murmur of "Oh." It was far more than half gone. The drink he had taken in the past few seconds must have not been a sip, but a straight out guzzle. Oh well. Ivan's Ma surely had more to drink if they wanted to get totally wasted.
JJ nodded to Alfred and popped the lid on the bottle before rolling it towards Alfred, other hand worming its way into his backpack to see if he had any more alcohol in there. After a cursory search, he produced a bottle of green apple flavored vodka, more whiskey, and a few cans of beer. He stared as his backpack practically deflated-- the alcohol had been damn near the only things in the bag to begin with, so it was almost empty now, apart from the barest of scholarly materials as well as the camera, cell phone, and other random things.
He gave a grin to Alfred, stomach seeming to flip a little bit when he saw Alfred breathe out against the tight shirt and defining his muscles even more. JJ smiled softly and sighed, eyes lingering on Alfred's chest for what felt a moment, though certainly could have been longer, eyes flickering down on Alfred before flushing red and darting away. He was acting like a girl with her first crush-- maybe he was, minus the girl thing. He chuckled to himself, and, to hide his embarrassment, opened the bottle of vodka and downed a good amount of it. He didn't want to face Alfred right now. He was probably making an utter fool of himself, he probably looked really stupid. He was probably more drunk than he should be in such a short time, and he was definitely going to regret all of it tomorrow. Drinking more wasn't going to help-- he knew it. But it made him feel like he had something to focus on apart from the gorgeous boy sitting only a few feet away. Yeah. Just focus on the drink. Just on the drink.
John couldn't help it though-- his eyes were drawn to Alfred like iron to a magnet. He licked his lips again, suddenly feeling very nervous and anxious. His cheeks lit up with both drink and the audacity of his thoughts. John looked to the whiskey Alfred now held and, in an impulsive thrust of thoughts, wondered if whiskey would taste better if licked off of Alfred. He blinked, staring, imagining every moment of such an act; he wanted to more than he'd admit. He wanted to look away, but his imagination had caught him fast, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from Alfred even if his life depended on it.
I will survive. █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ 「On the bed I lay, loosing everything 」 I can see my life passing me by ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Was it all too much? or just not enough?xxxxx 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:07 pm
I'll be back tomorrow,
I'll be back in the ballroom swingin'
I'll be back with my Superman action,
And I’m off to save the world.
silly me I left a message with no return number,
for my boys in blue in case of an emergency,
in case the s**t goes down, yeah.
Alfred F. Jonesxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ ▒ xxxxxxxxxxI'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me. ☆═━┈┈━═☆
Alfred realized he should have thought this through more before going along with it. He knew how alcohol affectde him and up until now he had done a rather good job of keeping it under wraps from anyone who might witness his humiliating displays. Those who had seen it he knew would never tell; they weren't the type to do such things. The thing was, Alfred F. Jones was never one to back down from a challenge, and his brother was obviously challenging him, what with the way he smirked so smugly, bringing the now more than half empty bottle to his lips and arching his neck just so in order to get as much of the liquid as he could. To Alfred, it almost seemed to go in slow motion, and as John practically made out with the drink, he wondered if it was possible to be jealous of inanimate objects. Not that he was jealous, of course...he didn't feel that was about John of all people.
On the other hand, Alfred could not deny the fact that his brother was rather attractive; had always been attractive. It had nothing to do with their similar appearances; Alfred was by far not a vain person and had never given much thought to his own appearance or what others thought of it. He just didn't try to impress people with looks. No, what he found appealing in John were all the things that weren't Alfred. All the small differences he made out that others didn't take the time to notice. John didn't smile like Alfred, when he smiled at all. He didn't display his emotions to the world like an open book, loudly proclaiming his thoughts and emotions. He was quieter, more subdued, but at the same time intelligent and knew how to get across his message and what he wanted without all that. There were a lot of things that Alfred found himself admiring about the other on more than one occasion, though he would never admit to liking John. Because he didn't; and even if he did he would never admit it, at least not to anyone but himself. His brother would surely kill him for it.
He watched his twin as he held out his hand, knowing he may regret this but going along with it anyway; because JJ had challenged him, because maybe he wanted to see what would happen either way. He noticed for the first time that his brother wasn't as sober as he'd thought he was, and it was strange seeing him so relaxed and at ease with the world. He was still himself though, thoughtful and smug and why did he have to roll the bottle over to Alfred?! Couldn't he just come over and hand it to him like a normal person?! It's not like he was diseased or something that JJ couldn't come near him. Alfred let out a quiet huff as it was rolled over to him, sitting up and dropping his outstretched hand to pick it up, weighing his options, stalling for time, even with the knowledge that he would give in anyways. He absentmindedly noticed his brother rummaging through his backpack and taking out several other bottles as he brought the one in his hand to his lips. He didn't drink as much as John did, and he couldn't hold it as well either. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
He let out a drawn out sigh, tipped his head back, and drank. The warmth that engulfed him was instant, along with the slow burn as the whiskey slid down his throat. It was a feeling Alfred knew, but didnt think he'd ever get completely used to, and it was strong, just like his brother had said earlier. It was comforting nevertheless. It kept his mind off of his twin who's eyes he could feel raking over his body, and he felt a wave of self-consciousness come over him. Though that, along with the warmth creeping over his cheeks, may have just been the affects of the whiskey. His brother had never watched him like that before, right? Or had Alfred just not noticed up until now, when they were the only thing the other could really focus on in the quiet and empty room?
It didn't take long before the bottle was completely empty, and Alfred lowered his head, staring at it for a few seconds, eyes half lidded and head tilted to the side. Once he had accepted that the bottle was indeed empty he turned his gaze to his brother, lifting up the bottle as if to prove it to him as well. "Tol' you I could han'le it...I can do anythin'.."The question was, how long? He'd already started feeling the affects of what he'd had already and JJ seemed to have an unlimited supply of alcohol, though he didn't know where his brother could have gotten it from; probably their dad. Alfred propped himself up against the couch, still holding the bottle up and watching his brother as he did so.
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I'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be back at a quarter to 11.
I'm half drunk, I can’t see straight,
A hero zero with a capital Z (that's me).
Singing songs from the balcony as the city crumbles,
Under the powers of anevildoctorrocketsciencemonster,
with capabilities to destroy the entire universe.
(WUT?)
I'll be back with the capital H!
That stands for Hero, and the Hero is me.
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