after a long day... [ o p e n ]

[everett rhen parker]

<sub>ooc: open for anyone. x)

After a long day, it was just so nice to be able to relax. And this island-deal was perfect for that. Everett was the sort of person who could usually find something relaxing about any atmosphere he was in - and it wasn't hard to get serenity from the fresh breezes that kept ruffling his hair, and the calm feel of the ocean nearby. The school grounds were even quite beautiful, and that was where the teenager could be found this afternoon. Classes had just ended and so he was free for the rest of the evening. And seeing as he didn't really know a lot of people, his schedule was ridiculously open. He thought later on tonight he might hit up that club he'd been hearing good things about, but for now the male was content to just walking around aimlessly, his open mind filled with several random thoughts.

He wore a black tee-shirt which clung to his svelte frame, running the length of his torso down to a pair of dark jeans. Some regular old black and white Converse, and the two lip rings which curved over his bottom lip, and that was pretty much Everett. Usually he could be found also sporting a jacket of some kind so as to hide his joints, but not today. Haha, he was actually in his right mind today - which, to be fair, wasn't that far from how he thought when under the influence of something. Everett was just... weird. He thought odd things, did odd things, and lied like all the time.

But it was only to make things more interesting. Granted, this place was pretty darn interesting in itself. He was brand-new here and already liking it a lot better than his old school. He felt so free here, which was a bit ironic, seeing as how he was being watched - He of course having no idea about any of that.

Indeed, the eighteen-year-old was just ambling along, assuming he was on his own, until he came to a soft-looking spot near the front of the school. All was quiet, and the patch of grass looked like somewhere he wanted to be. Slowly sinking down, the youth sat cross-legged upon it, picking a strand from the ground and running his fingers over it, thinking to himself. Eventually he let the blade of grass slip from his fingers, and, on random Everett-impulse, lay down on his back, his legs sliding out in front of him, his arms down on the ground on either side of him. Dark brown eyes, lazy and heavy with sudden tiredness, gazed up at the skies above and slowly those lids fluttered until they were closed. One hand drifted up to rest on his stomach, the other on the ground beside him, and he dozed peacefully, caught somewhere between sleep and awareness.</sub>

[felicity mae dubois]

i've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
THAN ANY GIRL YOU'LL EVER MEET, SWEETIE YOU HAD ME
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It couldn’t have been that long since Felicity had eaten. She could specifically remember what entered her mouth that day. She’d eaten a small carton of fries, and a small pop. Coca Cola, she was sure. At about noon. But what day had it been? Stumbling over to her calendar, still clutching her stomach as the pain surged through her abdomen, she bit her lip as she estimated the amount of days that had passed since she’d eaten a complete meal. Or, at least, what she considered a meal. One... Two... Three.... Nine. Nine days had passed. Since then, she’d only snuck small things, like gum or some candy to tide her over. She hated eating. It made her feel bloated. Being full meant she felt overweight, and when she felt overweight she was crabby. The last time she’d eaten she’d gotten in an argument with Landon about masturbation. He still didn’t know that’s why she was so crabby. And she still didn’t know how they’d begun to talk about that. Weird things happened when she ate. That’s why she didn’t.

Dressed in a spaghetti strapped pale pink top and a short burgundy skirt that waved around her thighs as she walked, her black flip flops made ugly noises as she walked down the hall, out into the fresh air. That’s what she needed; fresh air. Something to calm her stomach. Peace and quiet. Still clutching her stomach, she looked around. Maybe if she was lucky there was something that could keep her mind of the ache in her abdomen. Nibbling her lip, she noticed that the lawn was deserted all except for a boy lying on some grass nearby. Stepping closer to him, she tilted her head to the side and noticed that he was very cute. A small smile spread across her face, and she approached him.

Reaching out with her foot, she nudged him a little, curiously wondered if he was asleep. She got down on her knees and prodded him with her finger, hoping he’d come to. Maybe he’d have some gum she could borrow. Ignoring the possibility of having major cleavage (yeah, she knew she had something up there, she wasn’t going to lie), she leaned forward over his face and asked quietly, ”You wouldn’t happen to have any gum to spare, would you?”

[/color] Her French accept was heavy and coated her words, showing that she was definitely not from around here. She found that her hand was on his chest, and let her hand move lower a bit, deciding to dig around for a reaction. Besides, she’d learned over the years that if you wanted something from a man, being seductive was probably your best bet. And the throbbing in her stomach was begging her for food. Or at least a relief from the pain.[/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote]

SO TESTOSTERONE BOYS AND HARLEQUIN GIRLS
will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

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music! lying is the most fun - panic! at the disco
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notes! crap post, i know. sorry bout that. xD
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[everett rhen parker]

It was sort of weird the state of mind he was in. His subconscious could detect the feeling of the gentle wind blowing about him, causing locks of dark brown to become somewhat tasseled about his face and yet he was also sort of asleep and thus a bit oblivious to everything that was going on around him. He breathed in and out peacefully, his chest rising and falling in slow breaths, his hand flat against the smooth material of his black tee-shirt. Lips were parted only slightly, to allow soft breaths to escape him, so he didn't like, die from not breathing, because Everett couldn't breathe through his nose. Well, he probably could have, but he preferred not to. It bothered him.

He didn't really feel the first nudge, or perhaps a part of him was dimly aware of it, but he simply remained laying there quite limply, not actually reacting until he felt a prod from someone's hand. Mind slowly began to drift back into awareness, a soft wince creeping onto the boy's features, his head turning only slightly to the side and then back straight.

You wouldn’t happen to have any gum to spare, would you?

... There was a French maid speaking to him. That was the first thing Everett thought of. His mind, still somewhat half-asleep from that little catnap, began conjuring up an image for him of a girl clad in a maid's outfit, asking him things in French and brandishing a feather duster. Oh, he'd like to dust her feather. And she was touching his chest, her gentle fingers moving down somewhat. A soft smile slid onto his lips and his eyes fluttered, the lids breaking to expose dark brown sleepy-looking eyes.

Boobs. Right there. He stared at them, and dimly realized there was a girl leaned over him. Eyes slowly moved up from the chest quiet near to his face, traveling up and up until they found themselves locked on a dark-haired girl's who was looking down at him. His eyes drifted back down to her chest and then he blinked, looking a bit surprised, yet in some slow way.

"Oh.." he muttered, shifting to try and move himself up a bit, bringing his face even closer to the girl's chest. He glanced down, and spotted her hand upon his chest, and realized this was the French maid he'd just seen in his head. Or, well, she wasn't a maid. Well, she might have been, but he couldn't know that. But she was French, because he'd heard her speaking.

He didn't sit up too much, moving one arm to support himself but remaining in a very relaxed position, still layed back slightly.

"Hi," he said with a slight smile, feeling a bit hazy and dazed. Was he dreaming or something? Oh well, even if he was, it was rude to leave someone waiting and he remembered the question he'd been asked. "Oh, uh... no, I don't think so. At least... Well, there might be some in my pocket." Eyes darted down to look at the front of his pants where a pocket hugged his thigh. In the position that he was in, he couldn't really reach a hand into said pocket or else he'd like, fall over. He looked back up at her, eyes still a bit large and dazed-looking.
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[felicity mae dubois]

i've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
THAN ANY GIRL YOU'LL EVER MEET, SWEETIE YOU HAD ME
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He had nice eyes. They fluttered open after a moments hesitation, as if he was reluctant to release his semi-concious state. His eyelashes parted to reveal deep brown eyes that she could get lost in, but the dull ache in her stomach made sure she didn’t think of anything but it. Biting her lip as she watched him with wide, curious eyes as she awaited his reaction. She hoped he wouldn’t be upset that she woke him and disrupted his nap, but he was the only one around and her only hope to settle the pain. If he didn’t, she might actually have to eat, and that was a last resort. And if she did, she’d only puke it up later. She could save herself the trouble by just not eating to begin with. Simple as that.

A small smirk spread across Felicity’s lips as he looked directly at her breasts. She knew she had pretty nice boobs, though maybe they just looked big compared to her small waist. Either way, he was obviously pleasantly surprised to see them, and didn’t bother hiding his interest. Raising an eyebrow, she waited for him to really register that she was there,w hich seemed to be difficult for him. Maybe he’d been dreaming, and having been pulled out of his dream state so quickly was disorienting for him. Either way, it took him a moment to tear his eyes from her chest, and slowly his eyes rose to meet hers. Smiling a bit, she used her free hand to raise a bit and wiggle her fingers in a girlish wave, murmuring, ”Bonjour...”

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She gave a small giggle as his eyes trailed right back down to her chest, and tilted her head to the side as he muttered a simple, oh. She wondered if it was a good oh or a bad oh. But that didn’t matter, for he was raising himself a little, only drawing himself closer to her breasts. She wondered if thats why he did it, and was surprised to find that she really didn’t mind. It sounded slutty of her, but she’d really let herself go since she’d been kicked out of France. That had been her home, and not being there meant she wasn’t Felicity. She wasn’t herself. She was just some lost teenager. Unfortunate and useless. What she did from then on didn’t really matter any more.

She grinned as he murmured a hello, a small handsome smile spreading across his face. Her heart beat a little quicker, but she ignored it. It always did that when she was around a good looking boy. Though it may not show on the outside, she was a big bundle of nerves. She couldn’t help it most of the time. She just pretended to be cool and she was. Simple. A lot of things for her were simple, or at least seemed that way. Felicity liked people thinking she had everything under control, like she did on stage, even when she didn’t.

A frown settled upon her lips as he spoke the one word she hadn’t wanted him to say; no. But then he backbeddled, speaking of the possibility that there could be some in his pocket. Her face contorted with hope, and without really thinking about it she moved to straddle his legs as she slipped her fingers into his pocket. It may seem a little crazy how much she wanted some gum, but the main was getting really irritating. Her fingers came up empty, even after searching helplessly in his pocket, so close to his warm skin. Almost desperate, she checked his other pocket, only to come up empty. Sighing, she shuffled forward so that she was straddling him properly and leaned forward, crossing her arms on his chest and proping up her chin on her arms as she gazed at him. ”Merde,”[/color] she swore in French, ”Except for the lovely access, nothing good came out of that.”[/color][/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote]

SO TESTOSTERONE BOYS AND HARLEQUIN GIRLS
will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

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[everett rhen parker]

Sometimes, when he was high, things like this happened to him. He couldn't recall taking anything to set his mind off into another world prior to falling asleep, though... maybe he had. Ev's memory was for shit. Anyway, even though his mind was rather slow to wake itself up, as soon as the girl moved to sit upon his legs, straddling them - and promptly beginning to dig in the pocket he'd indicated - his body began to wake up on impact. The sensation of fingers moving against his skin, only a thin layer of clothing serving as separation sent Everett's body into abrupt attention, and he jerked slightly as a shudder ran down his spine.

He honestly didn't know if he had gum or not - He liked to smell fresh and thus typically wore some sort of cologne, not enough to be a douche about it but enough so that he had a distinct 'smell' and then he liked to also chew gum. Y'know, just in case somebody came up and needed a kiss to make them feel better or something. But the boy couldn't remember putting any gum in those pockets recently, so chances were he didn't have any. Still propping himself up with an elbow somewhat, the other one came up to help support him further, so he was now laying down but with his torso slightly sat up, just a bit. Eyes watched as the girl then moved to the other one, and he blinked, mildly surprised by how much effort she was putting into this. She must really want some gum.

He was about to apologize for not having any, but found he was having a hard time speaking properly - His body, being oh-so-fond of attention, was reacting just a bit more than was needed to this girl fiddling round in such tight pockets so near to his thighs. Allright, if there were any doubts this wasn't reality now, those doubts were shot because there was no way he was dreaming. Or, maybe this was the beginnings to some sort of erotic wet dream- but everything seemed so real. The wind blowing slightly, the random sounds of the outdoors around him, and his crotch slowly wakening itself up due to those fingers being so close to it.

And that's when she moved forwards to actually straddle him now. Ev's eyes widened even more and his lips parted slightly as if to release a gentle gasp - he wasn't complaining, oh hell no he wasn't complaining - but to deny he was surprised would be blasphemy. Plus the sensation of this rather attractive female now sat upon him, her legs on either side, her light weight placed in just the right spot woke him up /quite/ a bit. The male continued to watch her in bemusement as she moved to lean down, crossing her arms on his chest and propping herself up to look at him.

Merde. Except for the lovely access, nothing good came out of that.

"Oh, uhm..." He swallowed, a bit choked up. "S-sorry about that, I uh... usually have gum, dunno why I... don't... today." He subconsciously spread his legs just a bit, to make himself a little more comfortable, and looked up into the girl's eyes.

"But uh, I'll try to help in any way," the boy fumbled. Everett did not normally get flustered. Then again, he did not normally wake up to a gorgeous young girl asking him for gum, digging through his pockets and straddling him, either. "If. If there's anything else I can do. To uh.. help you." He attempted a smile, nodding slightly.
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[felicity mae dubois]

i've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
THAN ANY GIRL YOU'LL EVER MEET, SWEETIE YOU HAD ME
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Felicity just barely noticed his eyes widening and the barely audible gasp slipping from his lips. She was too focused on the pain in her tummy. But she could feel his body tense beneath her (or maybe it was the slight boner, she wasn’t sure), and she wondered if she ought to move. She probably should have, and probably would have, but she couldn’t concentrate due to the hunger and due to the fact that every time she looked at him she got lost in his eyes. She tried her best not to, for right now was not the best time to fall for some one, but you couldn’t just walk away from eyes like that. They caught you and brought you in, entrapping you in a tight infatuation. City was stuck, and there was no escape.

A small smile spread across her lips as he stuttered, apologizing. Cocking her head to the side, she really wondered if he wanted her to get up. She would, no problem, but she was very comfortable. He was warm beneath her compared to the cool wind that brushed her shoulders, tousling her hair and making it flutter a bit. Aside from the chill, the weather was quite nice, so she didn’t want to go inside just yet. Besides, if she went inside, she might be tempted to reach beneath her bed to the secret stash of chips and chocolate she had hidden. And that would be bad. Very, very bad. Felicity was very determined to keep to her strict diet of gum and water. At least, for as long as possible.

She shook her head, smiling as she looked down at her hands, pressed against his chest, shaking off his apology. It wasn’t his fault. It was just a bad twist of luck, that’s all. It was her fault for not carrying her own pack of gum. She just hadn’t gotten around to buying any. She was really low on cash, considering she didn’t have a job and attended a boarding school. Her parents had left her with a bit, as if apologizing for shipping her out of France and far, far away. She still hadn’t forgiven them for that. It wasn’t fair of them to do that. But she hadn’t told them this, for she’d upset them enough, from the moment she fainted from starvation on the stage, while performing. She’d disgraced them, and deserved being so far away from home.

His smile was half hearted, but his offer made her smile. It was a sad smile, but a smile all the same. Reaching out, she brushed the hair from his face, getting lost in his eyes again before tearing her eyes away, the frown falling from her face as she rolled off of him, laying down in the grass beside him. Gazing up at the sky with a sad frown on her face, she murmured, ”J’ai besoin d’une distraction. I need a distraction, that is all...”

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SO TESTOSTERONE BOYS AND HARLEQUIN GIRLS
will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

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[/b] everett
music! lying is the most fun - panic! at the disco
words! 495
graphics! rose says rawr of caution 2.0
template! RINA SAYS RAWR ! of caution 2.0
notes! sorry for how short this, and how long it took to get up! i fail, i know. -_-
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