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Post by MATTHEW REED on Jun 20, 2013 1:07:58 GMT -5
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CLAP OUR HANDS AND STOMP OUR FEET
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NOTES: this is what you get for making me come up with things |
[/color] Em and April are at the mall again. Meet me at the beach? Matt slipped his phone into his pocket after trying to make plans with Nash for the day before the girls came and bombarded because all of our threads with Matt and Nash are about avoiding them and it wasn’t like Matt had any other friends closer to his age or any age but yanno moving on. He left his house with shorts and a t-shirt, prepared to swim near the cliffs where the isolated part of the beach was. People generally didn’t go there because it was too deep into the forest and with the giant wolves running around it was dangerous Ha. Too impatient to wait for Nash to respond, Matt began heading out to go get him and after a few minutes, he saw Nash already on his way. Matt ran up to him and turned back toward where he had come from, walking toward the cliffs. ”It’s been more than two minutes. I had three sodas today—I have no time for your lollygagging,” he said, smirking and kicking rocks in front of him as he moved.
Clearly, it was well into the afternoon because if it hadn’t been, Matt would have been a hard-ass all morning but he was actually feeling pretty excited about life. He had things to be excited about in general so that sort of helped. ”Guess who just got hired in a shitty diner—meeee,” he said in a sing-song voice. He wasn’t thrilled with the idea of working but he’d gotten fired a few weeks ago after not showing up to work on time like a billion times so he was happy to have a job at all because he liked to eat and eating costs money. But anyway, their extremely important and meaningful conversation (sarcasm) was interrupted when they got to the cliffs and someone was already there. ”Nash—someone’s here. In our spot. Someone’s in our spot.” Okay so Matt was being ridiculous but he happened to enjoy having an area to go to that was generally lacking in the presence of others. He walked a little toward the guy before clearing his throat awkwardly. ”You should leave. There are killer wolves out there. I’m safe because I have a Nash but I don’t see yours so—“ I blame the soda for giving him a sugar high.
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Post by ROGER LEE on Jun 20, 2013 22:38:19 GMT -5
[style=width:279px; height: 219px; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2vl0adv.gif)] desperado, why don't you come to your senses? "Forks? Like the eating thingy?" Roger scratched his head has he took in the newest town sign. 'Welcome to Forks, Washington. Population: blah blah' was nicely painted upon a sign, although there were a few bits of graffiti with lovely messages such as 'Jackie was here' and 'Screw this fucking town.'. "Heh, Forks." Roger was clearly getting too much amusement out of this. He wandered into the forests surrounding the town, tempted to go into town but figuring it wasn't the best choice at the moment. After a good bit of walking, he smelled something sickeningly sweet- something he had never smelled before. It was disgusting, and Roger felt like he was being bathed in the wretched odor. He already needed a shower, and he felt like he was getting dirtier by the second.
"Forks. Home of the stinky stinkiness." He held his breath as much as he could as he searched for a moment of freedom, and he soon found it. The forests cleared into a cliff and some very tempting-yet cold-looking water. The smell seemed to dissipate with the emergence of water and the ocean breeze. "Will swimming in ocean water make me dirtier?" Roger stroked the facial hair upon his chin that was near beard length since he hadn't had a good shave in a week or so. He had just decided to jump off the cliff and try his luck with the frigid water when he heard someone behind him. Two someones, actually. Turning, he saw two guys who were more or less his age. Roger's first instinct was to be completely friendly with these strangers because he's a an idiot and that sadly also contributed to the fact that he didn't understand that they didn't want him there.
"Wolves?" he said, sounding a little frightened and eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. But his slow mind finally processed the fact that he too was a wolf. "Oh, I'm a wolf too!" He grinned like a five year old grins in a candy store. Any other shifter would not have just released that information, but Roger wasn't any other shifter. Roger was back to his usual confused face. What was a Nash? Where could he get one? Did he have enough money for one? "I could get a Nash too if you'd like!" Really, how did this guy survive for 19, nearly 20, years? Granted, how many people were named Nash? [/style] |
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Post by NASH GRAYSON on Jun 26, 2013 22:47:20 GMT -5
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BUT YOU LEARNED TO SWERVE
[/style] [style=text-align:center; text-size: 9px;]WORDS: 542 TAGGED: Mattamash and GuyEmma
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[/color] Matt was actually lucky Nash saw his message at all because some people didn’t have their phone’s on them twenty-four seven especially when the only people who ever talked to them lived less than a five minute walk away. It was funny how Matt just assumed that Nash had no life and was always going to be available when he got bored and wanted to do something (he didn’t have a life and was always available but- that was beside the point). Anyway, figuring going to the beach would be more fun than hanging out by himself, Nash went to go meet Matt, and got like.. a whole few feet outside his house before running into the guy. ”It’s been more than two minutes. I had three sodas today—I have no time for your lollygagging.” Yeah, it figured Matt had been drinking soda. He was usually pretty walking-zombie at this hour when he didn’t. Nash was actually starting to figure it how to get cooperation and progress and stuff out of his pack mates. Matt needed at least two sugary beverages. Emma needed to be sugar detoxed at least a week in advance. And April.. well bribery was still the only sure fire tactic with her but it was better than nothing. ”Sorry- I forgot we all had to operate on your soft drink schedule.” he smirked back, obnoxiously swiping one of the rocks from in front of Matt with his foot before he could kick it as they started walking. ”And you’re still not fast enough.”
”Guess who just got hired in a shitty diner – meee” Nash laughed. ”Congratulations.” Nope, no sarcasm or anything, he was actually pretty impressed. ”Surprised you chose to work with food though. You sure you’re gonna be able to resist eating on the job?” Well, the sarcasm had to come eventually. (Although anyone who knew Matt understood that that could totally pose a problem for him.) They got to the cliffs and Matt pointed out something which, was pretty obviously not a problem but Matt was basically high and irrational and the forest obviously wasn’t big enough for them to share. ”Calm down.” he rolled his eyes, but of course.. instead of listening to him Matt just walked right up to the guy and… was he really saying that? There was no way he was… yeah, he was. (Obnoxious reminder that this was the guy who told Nash to keep the shifter thing on the down low.) He shot Matt a look. Nash was just about to apologize on behalf of his alpha’s stupidity when the other guy responded. ”I could get a Nash too if you’d like.” Oh god. He could already tell this was going to be like putting up with Matt and Emma at the same time. And apparently this guy was also a shifter. Nash was going to let Matt handle that one because he dug his own hole and he was also the (ha yeah sure) more educated one in that department. ”You can ignore him. That’s what I do anyway.” Matt got another one of those looks I don’t need to describe because Tilly knows what I’m talking about her characters get them on a postly basis. ”I’m Nash.”
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