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Post by kelsey blankenship on Jan 28, 2011 23:14:29 GMT -5
Fire had always had a pull on Kelsey. Even when she was little. There was never a lit candle in her house except on her birthdays. The matches were either hidden or in the trash until she was ten. That's when she started playing with it. That was a year before she started getting burned, which soon turned into burning herself.
Doing it on purpose started out as a punishment for things she did wrong. But when she saw how it made her parents mad–furious–at their "precious" little girl…she started doing it to get attention every month or so in middle school. In eighth grade, she got in with the wrong crowd. Sophomores at the local high school…smokers who told her she was hardcore for burning herself even once in a while. They also had friends who looked on her with disdain and started to bully her with help from their younger siblings in her grade at her school. The burning had turned into once a week with occasional cuts. Her parents had enrolled her in counseling. There was only one solution–Agatha Greensway.
So she'd been sent off for freshman year. She didn't care. She kept her lighter–a silver Zippo with red dots–hidden in her jacket pocket. She'd left them with a promise that she'd be good again when she got back. But she'd started partying. And that was fun. She didn't burn herself as often.
But today, she sat under the boardwalk, staring at the flame of her Zippo, holding her hand only centimeters from the flame. She was contemplating her next burn as she played with it. Maybe a nice long one along her arm would raise concern…get her attention…show her who her friends were…but nothing more than a second-degree. She wasn't going to kill her skin cells. She just wanted burns, not permanent, lasting damage.
Maybe she could just light some trash on fire and watch it burn…
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Post by anthony emillio higgins on Jan 28, 2011 23:28:40 GMT -5
Tony loved his car. More importantly, he loved showing off his car. It was a 'Sweet Sixteen, this is your final bribe to stop screwing up before we send you away' present. It hadn't worked, but he had gotten to keep the car. A win-win. His parents got to kick their screw up middle son out of the house, Tony got a kickin' car. And to get away from the house. From his parents. Every teenagers dream. Right? Right.
Really, Tony hadn't been that much of a screw up before he left home. He had been a little wild, but not very much. He attended the occasional illegal poker game. Went to the occasional party, smoked a little pot. Got C's or really low B's. Then he went here, freshman year. Partied almost nonstop. Almost failed all of his classes. Got addicted to cocaine. Because a poker MASTER. This year he was trying to calm it down a bit, mainly because he didn't want to get expelled.
So, Tony was showing off his car along the Boardwalk, and then had parked it and started wandering around, looking for excitement. He wasn't finding any. He searched every face he went by, wondering if inside they had a wild streak that would be worth bringing out, until finally, he found one. She was underneath the boardwalk, where Tony had made his way to smoke, so he wouldn't be bothered by policemen.
Now, the girl was young. Maybe a freshman, if even that. But she was holding a lighter, and from the look in her eyes, she knew how to use it. Tony pulled out a cigarette, and moved to sit beside her. "Hey... Can I have a light?"
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Post by kelsey blankenship on Jan 28, 2011 23:51:39 GMT -5
Kelsey heard the footsteps coming closer, but she ignored them. She preferred watching the flame dance before her eyes and under the tips of her fingers. The heat was comforting…moreso than any hug she'd received in the past five years. More comforting than the hug she'd gotten when her boyfriend had told her that when he and that slut from the high school were going to his parent's beach house with their families when they obviously weren't. When he'd gotten back halfway through the summer, she'd crashed the car he'd gotten for earning his permit.
She'd been arrested. She didn't care…much. Not that she'd done it, but that she'd gotten caught. He'd deserved it. No one should cheat when their girlfriend's in eighth grade. She was fifteen for god's sake.
Then he sat next to her. She blinked and let the flame go out, then stared at him when he talked. Easily upperclassman. Kels looked at his cigarette and though for a moment. It couldn't do much harm to her, could it? She flipped the top on her Zippo again and offered it to him so he could light his ciggy.
"Sure."
Kelsey didn't smoke, ironically. She'd been tempted to once or twice. Just to make her parents even angrier with her…but she never had. She didn't plan to just yet. Maybe once she was a sophomore or something. For now, though, she'd settle for lighting a cigarette for an upperclassman. Maybe he'd invite her to bigger parties…take her places if she made a good impression.
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Post by anthony emillio higgins on Jan 29, 2011 0:05:15 GMT -5
Tony lit his cigarette, and took a long drag. He leaned back so his arms were supporting him, and blew out the smoke. He hadn't perfected a smoke ring yet, but he was working on it. He turned, and studied the girl. She was nice looking, he guessed, for an underclassman. He sat in silence for a few minutes, smoking and trying to make a good smoke ring. Every time he was a little bit better... but still not good enough.
Finally, when his ash was longer then his cigarette, he turned to the girl. "So, what are you doing hiding underneath the boardwalk?" he asked, grounding out his cig in the sand. The place was littered with butts, and his just fit in perfectly. After he'd flicked it, he couldn't even tell which one was his. It was the irony of the "no smoking" and "no littering" laws. They were just done even more, because of the other. Okay, littering didn't actually work towards smoking, but...
He smirked and leaned back on the other hand as well. Much better. A lot more comfortable, at least. He looked at the girl, waiting for her to reply.
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Post by kelsey blankenship on Jan 29, 2011 0:32:05 GMT -5
Kels watched him take a drag, then directed her gaze partially to the flame. She didn't speak, just set down her lighter by her side–furthest from him–and fiddled with her Manchester United jersey. She wondered what it was like to smoke and rings like that.
After he flicked it away, she quietly took her lighter back into her hands and contemplated her answer to his question. She played with the lighter for a couple of seconds, then smiled a little. "Getting some quality time away from school while possibly doing one of my hobbies."
Kelsey kept the lighter closed as she thoughtfully ran one end of it along her forearm. It might work as a hint, but she didn't mind or notice. Her eyes flicked to look over him. Overall…pretty good-looking, like most upperclassmen. She wasn't even sure where he went to school, but if he went to Agatha Greensway, that'd be a plus.
"I'm Kelsey."
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Post by anthony emillio higgins on Jan 29, 2011 10:57:42 GMT -5
Tony looked at her, and nodded. Made sense. Everyone, well everyone in their right mind, wanted to get away from school sometimes. Most of the time. "Where do you go to school?" he asked, looking up at the boards above him, and seeing the feet walking above him. He wondered if they could hear him, but he doubted it. Mainly because they were just as loud up there and there was quite a difference...
"Tony." he said, as she introduced herself. He nodded calmly and watched as she ran her lighter up and down her arms. Tony wondered if there was a pyschological reason why. He thought about it, and then figured there probably was. She had to have gotten sent to boarding school for some reason. Most parents didn't just up and send their kids away for four years. Boarding schools were filled with the unwanted. That's just how it went.
The boy ran a hand through his hair, a habit that he'd developed in sixth grade whenever he was... well, any emotion really, and then smiled at the girl. Yes, he had all but decided she went to the boarding school. She just seemed to fit the type.
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Post by kelsey blankenship on Jan 29, 2011 13:50:43 GMT -5
There was the magical question. Where do you go to school? Her lips flickered with a smile and she halted the hand that was tracing her arm. "Agatha Greensway Academy. I sort of got dumped here at the beginning of the year."
Dumping wasn't exactly the right term. They'd spoken a little, that's when she'd promised to try and become a good girl for them. She hadn't really meant what that…but it'd made her parents look a little more secure in their choice. Otherwise, she'd been left with love. Not dumped. But she still felt like the latter. It wasn't nice to just leave her here. At least it was close the the Big Apple.
Kelsey pulled her knees to her chest and looked up at the boards, then over at Tony. She was kind of getting set in the notion that he had to go to Agatha Greensway, too. He just didn't seem like he went to public school. There was a certain air about public school kids. She noticed that when she came to the Academy. There was a different feel. A little wilder when teachers weren't looking. A little edgier.
"Do you go there, too?"
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Post by anthony emillio higgins on Jan 29, 2011 16:11:45 GMT -5
Tony smiled as he figured out that his assumption had been correct. And who said you shouldn't assume anything? He nodded, sitting up. He was not the type that was okay with sitting still for long periods of time. In fact, he was the type who would fidget if he had to sit somewhere for more then five minutes. It may be the coke, but Tony figured it was more just him.
"I got dumped there last year." he explained, messing around with the collar of his shirt now. He thought back to his first day, and grimaced slightly. He was glad he'd met the friends he had, or else he might be a total nerd by now. Maybe this girl, Kelcey, just needed someone to show her around the parties too. So he studied her. She didn't really seem like the party girl type but...
"Do you party? Cause if you need a guide, I can show you around the party scene. It's kind of hard for freshman to get in themselves." he stated, deciding that she was the type that would be welcomed, not scorned, at a party. If she was into that kind of thing, of course. Not everyone was. Tony really didn't understand it. The parties were the best part of boarding school.
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Post by kelsey blankenship on Jan 29, 2011 16:28:45 GMT -5
Kelsey's eyebrows raised and her smile grew to a smirk, knowing she was right. Her fingers drummed on the top of her knee while she watched him mess around with the collar of his shirt. She caught his studious look-over of her. She fiddled with the sleeve of her jersey and tossed her head to get her hair out of her eyes.
Her eyes lit up at the mention of partying. She'd only been to one or two parties at Agatha Greensway, but she'd liked them a lot. Kels would love to attend more, if she wasn't turned away for being a freshman. "I've been to a couple here. I loved it. If I could get into more, that'd be awesome."
Kelsey uncurled one leg from her body. "I'm…I'm guessing you've seen more than I have?" she asked innocently. This was what she had hoped for at first. A way to get into more parties. An acquaintance or friend that could get her in with upperclassmen. She always did better with people a little older than her as long as they liked her. And if she got the party-ers to like her…then she would be set for the rest of her time at the Academy.
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Post by anthony emillio higgins on Jan 30, 2011 16:31:33 GMT -5
Tony loved it when he found someone who was up for parties. Out of his friends at AGA, only a few of them partied. So, he was always excited when he found another one. Even if she did look like an innocent freshie. She wouldn't for long, right? Tony nodded, and smiled. "Awesome. I'll hook you up." he stated, sitting up and cracking his knuckles. He wondered if she was the type to be bothered by it. He wondered if he cared. Decided he didn't. Did it again on the other hand.
He looked over, a bit surprised by her question. "Probably. I mean, I've been here a whole year. A whole year of partying, baby. It's lovely." he stated, smiling widely. Yes, she was just the type that screamed corrupt me and he figured he should have some fun with it. "Shall I show you around so you're as experienced as me?" he asked, making eye contact with her. Fun times.
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Post by kelsey blankenship on Jan 30, 2011 17:54:26 GMT -5
Kelsey grinned at Tony upon being told he'd hook her up. She'd finally be able to have real fun. Her eye twitched a little when he cracked his knuckles. The noise irked her a little bit, but not enough to say anything about it. She sat her lighter on her stomach while she stretched her arms over her head.
A whole year of partying? God, that sounded fun. Maybe if she was lucky, she could get in a year of partying. And with Tony's help, she was starting to suspect she would get that. Sure her parents would get mad at her if they ever found out that their born-again, reformed daughter was getting into parties, but that was just a risk she had to take.
When he made eye-contact with her, she nodded in response to his question. The more experience the better. It was pay off more than studying for an Algebra test.
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Post by anthony emillio higgins on Jan 30, 2011 21:27:38 GMT -5
Tony nodded, and smiled. Good reply. He cracked his neck now, and then remembered that Freddie was having a party that night. His first official huge party as a senior. Tony was excited. He was hoping there would be a poker game getting started, but if not, he could only be assured that Freddie wouldn't let a party happen without a fair amount of drugs. So, it wasn't like he would be bored or anything. In fact, probably the exact opposite. He might not even have time for poker.
"There's this party tonight... It's supposed to be huge. Freddie'll want to meet you if you go, but if he approves, it'd be the perfect start to a career..." he stated, nodding again. He realized he was nodding an awful lot, so he stopped his head in mid-nod. He instead smirked, and ran his hand through his hair again. What could he say, he was a boy of habit. And his habits included nodding and running his hand through his hair. Oh yeah, and cocaine. But that was just a given. He wondered if Kelsey would be into that kind of stuff.
"So, why you wanna party? Booze, dancing, hook ups, or the harder stuff?" he asked, in case she was in fact, not the type to like that kind of thing. He didn't want to admit to knowing about it... or doing it.
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