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Post by courtland allister aimes on Jun 28, 2010 23:10:47 GMT -7
 SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD• to believe there's someone else who could be •JUST AS MESSED UP AS MEIt was a normal Saturday morning, really. Quiet. That's how it always was in Courtland's house, well, at least until something bad happened. But that usually didn't go on until the afternoon or night. Jack worked a lot during the week and put even more hours in on the weekend. He was good at selling cars, so they had in him as much as possible.
This really didn't bother Court, though. He liked it better when he was gone. Or when they were both gone. That was even better because she wasn't alone then. At that point, he could be with friends and just forget all the things that happened at his house. This was what he liked to do best. It was really the only way he could cope with things - ignorance.
After waking up at nearly noon, Court took a long and hot shower. It felt good on his aching body and he could just relax. Though even that hurt because he was just so sore. Last night had been harder than all the other times usually were. He stayed in the warm spray for a half hour before realizing his father would kill him for jacking up the water bill. With a depressed sigh, he pulled himself out and dried off. It didn't take long for him to just slip into going through the motions. Go about his mindless routine that he knew to do day after day. This out of body experience had gotten worse after Clark's passing. He hated it with a passion but didn't exactly want to fix it. It was better to be numb....
"Daddy please don't! It hurtsss! Daddy please. I don't wanna play anymore. I'm tired and that hurts!" The little boy was writhing in pain as the 'rabbit' tried to hide inside him. He never liked the rabbit when it was scared. It made him bleed. Daddy said that was just the claws, but whatever it was, he didn't like it.
But the rabbit persisted to shake and he persisted to writhe in pain. "Courty, Peter is scared. Just hold still and he will be okay again. Try and feel like you have no feeling, okay? He'll go away when you relax.
The boy sniffled and wiped his tears, trying to follow his daddy's advice. It did feel a little better, but still not nice. It still would hurt. Except, from then on, Courtland got good at blocking out that pain for some reason. He figured out what it was to be numb like Daddy said. Maybe that did really work....
A wave of anger spread through Courtland like wildfire. He bit his lip hard and threw the bottle of lotion onto the floor. It exploded into a puddle of white goo with flecks of it everywhere - the walls, the toilet, himself. It would take forever to clean this up. But he didn't care right now. All he knew was that the numbness had cracked a tiny bit and he was crying because of it. It hurt and he didn't like it.
After an hour of crying and mopping and redressing into a cute green dress, Court was finally ready to go out. So now it was pretty much two in the afternoon. He had to get out before his father got home. He grabbed a Hot Pocket for lunch on the go and fled the house as fast as he could. Though he didn't quite know where to go. Saturday was the day his friends usually worked. A lot of times, they all hung out at the park, though. So that was where he headed.
But no one was at the swings - their usual meetup spot. With a sad sigh, he plopped his butt down in one and started to lazily move himself back and forth. As if an imaginary child was pushing him along. Today wasn't really his day so far. He just sat there, face as cold as stone. It would be nice for someone to come along to give him a bit of a pick-me-up. Would it really happen, though? Probably not. So he just kept swinging and fought back a fresh wave of large tears.
WORDS ! 695
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! i feel so bad for him!!!
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Post by sebastian ulysses abercrombie on Jun 29, 2010 11:03:18 GMT -7
  He yawned for the third time since he opened his eyes a few minutes ago. He had yet to get out bed. Seb had no idea, why he was up so early. He absolutely despised early mornings, and if he wasn’t so committed to staying in shape he’d roll over and go back to sleep. Working out. That was the reason he was up so early. He lay in bed contemplating if it was really necessary. But he knew he had too, he couldn’t not do it. He, every day, was up at 5:30, and out running from 6 until 9:30, it seemed like the only thing he could commit too. He sighed. He really didn’t want to get out of bed, but he knew he had to. He yawned and stretched for a few minutes, before getting out of bed. He didn’t have the biggest closet in the world…actually what he had couldn’t really be classified as a closet, but he made do with it anyways.
He was still a little sore from the wrestling match him and his brother had the day before. His brother was damn good, he could at least admit to that. He rubbed the spot on his arm that got the most abuse. “Ass.” he smirked, and looked up to make sure his brother hadn’t heard him. He hadn’t. His brother was knocked out cold snoring. Seb envied him. He wished he could go back to sleep and sleep for the rest of the day. But he had a work out to stick too.
He made his way over to his closet and threw on his typical workout clothes, of gym shorts and a wife beater. He had always been the type of person who put his pants on before his shirt. He dug through his drawer searching for his favorite pair of socks. His short, ankle, polka dotted socks. He had gotten them a few years ago as a present and loved them on spot. Yea he knew that it wasn’t the most masculine thing in the world for him to own, but well he loved them anyway. He put on his white sneakers, and ran a comb through his hair. He grabbed his wand and a pair of sunglasses and took a look in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. “Fresh, as usual,” he said to his reflection. He laughed a little at that, and left out of his bedroom door.
It was nearing the end of his work out and Seb, found himself in the park, and decided that here would be a good place to rest. Pullilng a cigarette out his back pocket, he lit it and leaned against the closest tree, by the swings, letting his mind wander. Seb was trying to be a good boy. Trying and failing miserably. He didn’t like who he was becoming, or what he was doing with his life. Okay maybe that was a lie, he did enjoy some aspects of what he was doing with his life. But he didn’t like how he was doing it. ‘At least, he still had a banging body,’ he thought, but that was due to his tedious workout schedule that he never strayed from. He did it no matter the weather, and no matter what or who he did the night before. ‘Who,’ he thought. Seb laughed bitterly taking a long drag from his cigarette, and blowing it out. There seemed to be a lot of who’s recently. Not that he minded, Seb did love a good party, and sex always seemed to follow one.
wearing &&Clicky
tagging && Court
words &&600
notes && none right now
credit && ashybomb @ caution 2.0
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Post by courtland allister aimes on Jun 29, 2010 18:01:50 GMT -7
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD• to believe there's someone else who could be •JUST AS MESSED UP AS MEA cigarette to Courtland was like heaven. He was addicted to them at the age of fifteen, which really couldn't be healthy. After a few minutes of swinging back and forth lazily, he really started to ache for one. It was too boring out here with nothing to do. And the sun was beating down super hard. At two in the afternoon, of course it would be. He groaned softly and ran his fingers through his hair. It was deflatinging to flatness as he continued to sweat. Why couldn't the humidity affect his hair the way it did normal people's hair? Where they got the luxury of it puffy out radically, he had to suffer from it falling completely flat.
He reached into his bag at his side and felt around for cigarettes. Unfortunately doing this resulted in the slight breeze catching her dress and picking it up. He squealed and stood quickly to push it down. In no way did he want anyone to see the cute little boy shorts he had underneath. They didn't quite cover his ass cheeks all the way. Quickly, he looked around to see if anyone had caught sight before he had fixed the problem.
Immediately, his eyes latched onto the boy leaning against the tree not too far off from the wings. He blushed softly and fixed his dress again, gently shaking sand particles from his shoes. Then smiled softly and went back to digging in his purse. In his mind all he could think about was Sebastian standing over there. Did he see me? Oh no...I hope not! That would be embarrassing! Oh he is so cute.... He sighed gently out loud and fumbled as his fingers latched around his blue bejewled cigarette case. When he went to pick it back out of his back, he accidentally grabbed his Just in Case. his blush deepened to a bright maroon and he dropped it accidentally in the sand. After scrambling, he shoved it back into his bag and yanked out the other case angrily.
After sticking a cigarette in between his glossed lips, he sighed and lit it with his Zippo. Court took a long drag and let it out in a soft sigh. That felt good. He shot another look over at Seb and smiled before turning back away again to sit back down on his swing. This was the boy he'd had a crush on for the last year. And occasionally he got a bit obsessive and stalked the stud. He made his little heart swoon at the site. He giggled softly and kept looking over at the other boy every once in awhile.
TAGGED ! open sesame!
WORDS ! 440
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! short :/
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