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Post by noah ailsen werden-stryker on Mar 18, 2008 21:45:42 GMT
Dusk was just falling as Noah Werden-Stryker struck a match and lit his cigarette, leaning back in the cheap plastic chair where he sat outside the small cafe in SoHo, watching the passersby absently as he flicked his wrist and tossed the spent match down to the pavement, promptly stamping it out with the heel of his boot. He took a long drag and blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, sighing deeply, wondering just how long it would be before the hagged -looking woman who owned the cafe plucked up the courage to come out and ask him to be on his way so she could close up. He found it amusing how so many people at St. Augustus made it their business to tell him exactly where he didn't belong and where to stick it, but this one poor lady found it hard to so much as ask him to be on his way so she could go home. Noah liked her. And there were very few people he gave that particular honor to.
His eyes drifted across the street, opposite the cafe was the delightful sight of a large sex shop advertising low-cost X-rated videos of whatever turns you on. Noah had been in there only once, last summer, and had promptly stormed out in a huff after the ignorant shop assistant had mistaken him for a woman and had tried to sell him a vibrator. He shook his head and looked back at his-now empty-coffee cup, debating whether to prolong the poor owner's suffering by ordering another or simply get up and go and put her out of her misery.
He sighed again, pushing back his chair suddenly and standing up, tossing some coins down onto the table to pay for the drink before turning to leave, roughly slamming into someone who happened to be walking the opposite way along the pavement, scattering ash from his wilting cigarette all down the front of his shirt, making him curse and glare at the other, 'Hey, watch it! There's a big fucking street here mate, give me some space will you?!'
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Post by leon anthony burns on Mar 18, 2008 22:20:36 GMT
Head bent, Leon's black hair hung over his eyes like a curtain, making it seem like he couldn't see where he was going. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his baggy black cargo pants which hung precariously off his protruding hipbones. Dusk was falling fast and he new his dad would want him home sooner rather than later and, while he'd normally go running with his proverbial tail between his legs to do what daddy says, he was feeling slightly rebellious today. To hell with whatever punishment Tony would think up for him tonight once he knew Leon's mother was deep in the land of nod. He'd deal with that when the time came. After all, after the fact he'd stormed out of there in a rage earlier, he doubted he'd be the most popular person right now.
One 'phone of his ipod was slotted into the shell of his ear blaring out Guns 'n' Roses at unnaturally high volumes, the words of 'Don't Cry' as clear as day. Shivering against the early evening breeze, he momentarily wished he'd taken the time to grab his coat so he wasn't wandering about Soho in nothing but an unnecessarily tight black t-shirt; goosebumps forming along the thin expanse of skin visible on his stomach. Scrubbing a hand across his face, he winced as it irritated the red raw piercing on his lower lip, swollen from Tony's antics earlier.
'Hey, watch it! There's a big fucking street here mate, give me some space will you?!'
His head was elsewhere when he finally banged roughly into the feminine looking stranger, his head snapping up in a glare as he listened to the boys angry words.
"Well fuck you too!" he hissed when he could finally get a word in edgewise, "You walked into me!"
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Post by noah ailsen werden-stryker on Mar 18, 2008 22:35:27 GMT
"Well fuck you too! You walked into me!"
Noah sneered, reaching out to flick the other's fringe out of his eyes sharply, 'Well maybe if you weren't busy hiding behind your emo-cut you could have taken the necessary precautions to avoid me.' A sick feeling crept up upon him ever before the words left his mouth, 'What the bloody hell am I doing?' echoed inside his mind, 'I'm acting like one of them.' He took a step back and looked the other up and down quickly, frowning slightly, the other reminded him of himself, making him feel even worse about his shitty attitude towards the other.
'Whatever...' he muttered, removing the cigarette from between his lips and throwing it down to the ground, crushing it under his heel while he brushed down his shirt, getting the worst of the fallen ash off before he looked back up at the other. 'What sort of world were you off in? You looked well out of it...
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Post by leon anthony burns on Mar 21, 2008 20:36:50 GMT
&&__i've.hungered.for.your.touch;;
"Well maybe if you weren't busy hiding behind your emo-cut you could have taken the necessary precautions to avoid me."
If Leon wasn't trying so hard to melt into a puddle of goo and disappear, he would of raised his eyebrow at the boy's tone. He may talk like one, but this boy was no jock. Either that or they were letting some weird people onto the football team. He chewed on his lip as he slunk backwards, putting a little room between him and the stranger. The last thing he needed was a fight.
He glanced from the pavement to look at the person speaking to him. It was something Tony had always drilled into his head which was why, all things considering, he was one of the most polite boys you'd meet, "A world full of lollipops and candy canes..." he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.
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Post by noah ailsen werden-stryker on Mar 21, 2008 20:53:00 GMT
'A world full of lollipops and candy canes...'
Noah couldn't help but smile at the other's words, now wondering more than ever why on earth he had been so blatantly rude to the other, after all he hadn't caused any real harm... 'I wouldn't mind visiting a place like that once in a while, just the sound of it seems far better than this shitty existence...' he shrugged his shoulders and pulled his coat around him a lightly tighter against the cold wind that had just started up now that it was becoming dark.
He sighed softly as he saw the other take a step away from him, frowning slightly 'Hey... Look, I'm sorry... You just caught me off guard there...' he tilted his head to one side raising an eyebrow curiously, 'You okay?...'
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Post by leon anthony burns on Mar 24, 2008 20:08:12 GMT
Leon moved nervously from one foot to the other in small fluid movements as he tried to look everyone but Noah. Now that the previous adrenaline had dissipated he was left, not with anger but with nervousness. He didn't know what this boy was planning on doing to him. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he looked at the ground, "Yeah, it's evidentially better than here..." he mumbled, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked up.
'You okay?...'
The boy nodded a little faster than would have made it believable as he forced a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, trying to give a shy smile and ended up grimacing unattractively. |
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Post by noah ailsen werden-stryker on Mar 24, 2008 20:33:44 GMT
Noah frowned deeply, hoping that it wasn't him that had caused the other to become so nervous and... well... scared. 'Are you sure?... You don't look so good...' he shook his head slightly, knowing the other probably didn't want to answer questions from a completely stranger that only moments ago had been insulting him.
'Anyways... I'm sorry about that, will you let me buy you a drink to make up for it? I'm sure there must be somewhere still open at this time...' he looked around, the porn store was the only place on the street still open, but there were bright lights still shinning further down, and he was sure they could find a bar that would still serve them.
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