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Post by mason on Jul 23, 2011 4:42:55 GMT -5
d r e s s e d h e a d t o t o e b l a c k o n b l a c k with me, it's gonna be a good story to tell
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] A L L A M E R I C A N N I G H T M A R E | [atrb=width,240] his anger was rising and, quite honestly, it was beginning to frustrate him. how the hell at such an insignificant little bitch managed to weasel his way into his subconscious? the kid had somehow managed to wrap himself around mason’s “hate” and manipulate it. whenever mason thought of his face or his name, it instantly sparked a flame in him that he couldn’t put out unless he payed said person a visit. this time was no different. as he laid on his living room floor, feeling the affects of the alcohol and the heroin invade his system, mason puffed on a cigarette. he payed close attention - or as close of attention as he could manage - to the smoke that roped out of his mouth and laughed every time he thought that he say an animal in the smoke. sighing heavily, his emotions twisted and his mind warped to the name and the face that he despised the most. grinding his teeth together, mason reached up to shove his cigarette into the ashtray to snuff it out, but missed and shoved it onto the top of the table. seeming completely oblivious, mason left it there as he hauled himself onto his feet. stumbling into his room, he managed to pulled himself together enough to be mark as ‘decent’. he knew that what he was about to was the epitome of stupid, but he didn’t care. picking up his keys, he walked out of the room and down the hallway until he reached his garage door.
pulling into the slightly familiar parking lot, mason felt a little more sober than he did twenty minutes ago. walking into the front of the building, he gave the woman at the front desk a soft smile and wink. he’d been here so often lately that they were used to seeing him walking the halls. sure, they probably knew that he wasn’t the best influence on kids (after all, he always smelled of booze, sex, and smoke), but mason’s always charmed his way into or out of whatever the hell he wanted to. as he walked, he greeted a few more people with soft nods. when he finally reached the door of his purpose, he refused to look at the plaque above the door in fear that the name would only cause him more anger. gritting his teeth, mason pushed open the door. upon entering, he felt the eyes on him, but he was only interested in one person. glaring daggers into the other man, he stepped in and allowed the door to swing close, slowing down to allow a soft click to radiate through the room. without saying a word, mason leaned against the closest wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes refusing to leave the other man. | [atrb=width,100] words ,
enough.
tagged ,
cohen/caerlina.
notes ,
mason amuses me in a dark, twisted way.
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Post by cohen on Jul 23, 2011 13:42:26 GMT -5
cuz i fucking hate you, you're such a liar * -------------------- and i love to hate you , [/size][/center] sitting in his car on his lunch break, cohen couldn't understand how his life came to be like this. he never used to smoke. he watched his mother smoke herself into stage three lung cancer and then die, right in front of him. she didn't even care what she was leaving behind. cohen promised himself he would never smoke like that, but he was up to a pack, just during school hours, and he'd chain smoke before and after that. really, cohen blamed this all on.. fuck he couldn't bring himself to say the man's name, it made him too angry. he hated him. hated his fucking guts, but there was really nothing he could do about his life anymore. just drink, and smoke, and do as he was told.
school was the one place that was an escape for cohen. well, it used to be an escape until he started showing up. no one even cared anymore. they just let him walk right in, straight into cohen's classroom to torment him. grumbling as he heard the bell ring to signal the end of his lunch hour, cohen put out his cigarette and climbed out of his car. it was off to another fun block of honors biology for seniors. it was this class that bothered him the most. why? because half of the girl's in it were legal and ma.. he had seemed to memorise that. walking into his classroom, cohen perched himself on the edge of his desk and quickly febreezed the area. the students were used to it by now. and cohen figured they would rather smell lavender, than smoke, so it was whatever. alright! he called out, getting the class's attention. dirty joke friday! you ready for this? he grinned at his students. how are women and tornadoes alike? cohen paused so his students could think about it, but in the pause, he heard the door to his classroom open and close. he cursed to himself, he'd known he would show up. ignoring the man, he continued on with his joke. they both moan like hell when they come, and take the house when they leave.
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Post by mason on Jul 25, 2011 2:33:18 GMT -5
d r e s s e d h e a d t o t o e b l a c k o n b l a c k with me, it's gonna be a good story to tell
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] A L L A M E R I C A N N I G H T M A R E | [atrb=width,240] rolling his eyes at the man’s joke, mason relaxed further against the wall, leaning his head against it and watching the people in the room with slight interest. when he landed on a girl who noticed him, he winked quickly before giving a slow grin. he knew what he was doing and he hoped it would get a rise out of the teach in the front of the room. turning his eyes slightly to look at the shorter man, he narrowed his eyes into another glare. he couldn’t understand why he hate him so much. every time he even looked at him, mason felt the need to start throwing punches. gritting his teeth, he tensed as he forced himself to stay in place. he couldn’t attack the man in the middle of class, or in front of anyone, really. that was there little secret and mason was bound to keep it that way. there was no way in hell he was going to go to prison because of some little prick.
smoothly pushing himself off the wall, mason stumbled slightly as he made his way to the teacher’s desk, easily dropping himself into his swivel chair and propping his feet up on the edge of the desk. as he leaned back slightly, he kept his attention on the man perched on the edge of the desk for a long moment before turning and clicking the mouse on the computer. pulling open the internet browser, he quickly skimmed through the history and bookmarks before exiting out of it and releasing the mouse. turning his attention back to the classroom, mason again looked at all the gorgeous women that were sitting around. giving a soft smile as he caught their attention, he let his head lull back and waited impatiently for the bell to ring. | [atrb=width,100] words ,
enough.
tagged ,
cohen/caerlina.
notes ,
this is shit. i apologize.
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