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 Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 5:40 pm
 ~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler.Chantler gaged from the smell of the spoiled food. He had just walked into Wal-Mart and that got him everytime. The beams of his flash light pierced the dim store. The sun was setting and little light came infrom the numerous skylights. He swifty walked to the canned food section while pulling a buggy behind him and listening to music on a very cheap mp3 player that used batteries. He started to load up the cart with cans and once finished, continued to the back of the store. The shelves were all half empty and food was scattered around the floor. He stepped around the messes untill he reached the bottled water. He slowly placed three cases underneath the cart and continued back to the entrance. The cart was extra heavy but he eventualy made it to his car. He opened the trunk and started the long process of placing all of his supplies inside. It was already dark by the time Chantler finished which made driving worse than it already was. He got in his 2011 Scion TC and started caustiously driving home. His drive went entirely smooth and nothing was out of the ordinary. He pulled the car into his garage and closed the door. Unpacking the food could wait untill the next day. He immediantly went inside and headed to his bedroom but stopped in the living room. His eyes widened as he realized what he was hearing. Somebody was in his kitchen. He pulled the handgun that he always kept in his pocket out and started to slowly walk towards the kitchen. Once inside he stood behind the dark figure and swallowed. "Get out now, or I'll shoot."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 10:55 pm
 Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
The figure that Chantler was pointing the gun at didn't even notice his presence. They just kept jamming on as they dug through a cabinet. Their headphones were blasting music in their ears, and every once in a while they would stop searching to jam out to part of the song. Their voice was belting out words a little off-key since she couldn't hear herself. When she finally turned around, though, she stared down at the gun, slowly stopping her movements. She blinked at it a moment before yelling, "Why the ******** is that pointed towards me?" She didn't mean to yell, but she couldn't hear herself speak. She blinked a few more moments before concluding, "Ooooh... is this your house? Sorry, sorry. Uh, I'll leave." She pointed towards the door, replacing everything that was in the cabinet that she found before scooting around him with her hands up defensively, walking away. She groaned to herself as she headed towards the door because her stomach growled painfully in hunger. She rubbed it with her hand, still having headphones in place and music blaring. She then rubbed her eyes as she stepped out the door and closed it behind her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:34 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler.Chantler kept the gun pointed at the figure the whole time. He couldn't think of anything to say due to the fact that it was his first human interaction in weeks. he kept the gun up and ready to fire the whole time. He couldn't possibly fire it though. He was too weak. Only if he really needed to. Once the figure left his house he headed for his room. He layed down on the bed on stared at the cieling. He wished that he could take his phone out of his pocket and text his friends. He wished he could get his laptop and get on facebook. He wished that he could go out in the backyard and relax in the hot-tub but most of all, he wished that the ******** cieling fan still worked. It was hot. Really hot. He opened the window and layed back down. Still really hot but he was used to it. His dog jumped on his bed and climbed right next to his face. Chantler smiled and started to scratch his head. "Were gonna go to the beach tommorow." he said to the dog. "Just me and you, Jegga." He rolled over and cuddled the dog. Slowly drifting into a deep sleep...
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:14 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
Clarance sighed as she stepped outside the house. She turned down the street one side of the house was facing and yawned, rubbing her eyes again. She was so tired. And hungry. She looked around her, noticing an open window to the house she was just in. She paused, thought, then shrugged and walked towards it, turning her music off and putting her headphones around her neck. Right before she went to climb in through the window, she heard a cough behind her. Not just a sick cough, but an almost dying cough. Someone was practically hacking up a lung on the other side of the street. She turned and spotted the person. She knew it was stupid and dangerous, but she walked towards them anyway. "Are you okay?" she asked the figure. They glanced up at her, about to answer, when they collapsed. "Whoah!" she exclaimed, reaching out and catching them, allowing them to lay limply against her torso. She bit her lip before picking him up with a little difficulty. She couldn't see their face. All she could see was the silvery-white hair that the moonlight shone on, practically causing it to glow. "How pretty," she mumbled in slight awe and carried him towards the front door of the house she had just invaded. Yeah, the guy had a gun, but she wasn't about to let this figure die out on the street. Not with such gorgeous hair. So she slipped her way into the home and laid the person on the couch, praying that he wouldn't wake up and murder her on the spot. She looked around for a blanket, spotting one on the back of a chair. She picked it up and unfolded it, laying it across the figure with ice-cold skin except for his forehead which she checked. His forehead was burning up. She sighed, rubbing her eyes again before plopping down in a chair and almost instantly falling asleep sitting up.
The next morning, Clarance woke up when the sun rose and gathered some supplies from around the house. She went outside with two boxes--one a bit smaller than the other, but both quite large--what was left of a roll of tin foil, and a stack of newspaper. She then went back inside, finding some carrots and vegetables and cans of soup to cook. Around half an hour later, she had a box oven set up. The smaller box was inside the larger, both wrapped in foil. Newspaper insulated the area between both boxes. There were two large holes cut in the tops of both boxes for sunlight to come through, and there was a shelf inside the smaller box made of one of the flaps and tin foil. She got a cutting board adn a knife, dicing the vegetables into bite-sized pieces and laid them out on the top shelf. She then put three bowls of different soups on the bottm shelf and waited, sitting on the ground, for the sun to cook the foods.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 2:12 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler.Chantler awoke to a cool morning. He rolled Jegga over off of his arm and stood up to strech. That girl that had broken in the night before was the thrid person that week. He couldn't risk living in a gang filled neighborhood any longer. He put a shirt and a pair of cargo shorts on and sat back down. Where can I go? He had a pump so gas was no issue. All of his food was in the trunk of his car. He had several guns in a bag in the attic. Thats all he needed to live. Just a place to go. Maybe out in the country or down on the beach. His Grandma owned a condo out in Vegas. Then it hit him. Las Vegas was near Hoover Dam. Hoover Dam was the biggest source of Hydro-Electric Power in the U.S. There had to be some sort of civilization there. It was a long shot but there could be. Even if there were people there, it was bound to be a terrible place. Gangs everywhere. He thought a little bit longer and finnaly decided on a place. He would go out to the country. He knew a nice place. His aunts house. It was a very nice house on a large lake. The lake had plenty of fish and he loved to fish. The house also had many windows. It was always really bright. There was a very large enclosed yard so Jegga wouldnt go missing. It was the perfect place. He stood up and walked into his closet. He went to the back and grabbed all of the bags that he used when he went to stay places. He started to shove his best clothes into the several bags. Once finished he went into his dark windowless bathroom and grabbed all of the various items. Toothpaste, deodrant, body spray, shampoo, conitioner, body wash, razors, shaving cream, acne medication, pain killers, and other random things. He placed all the bags by his door and looked at Jegga. She was laying on her back with her legs in the air. He had her since she was a puppy. He loved her like she was a human. He grabbed some chew toys out of a basket at the end of his bed and placed them in one of the many bags. He picked up one of the bags, placed the handgun in his back pocket, and walked out in the hallway. He was starving. He could really use some food. He Stepped out into the garage and opened the passenger side back seat door to his car. He placed the bag inside and went back inside the house. He stepped into the kitchen and opened the cabinet. Empty. Chills ran down his spine as he realized that the girl had put the food back in the pantry the night before. He turned around and headed for the laundry room. He was going to check on the supplies. He stepped into his living room and his eyes widened. A pale, black-haired girl was standing over a shirtless whit-headed boy on his couch. He immediantly pulled the handgun out of his pocket and shot it. Missing his target and shattering a window "s**t!" He screamed as he nervously held the gun. "What in the hell are you doing here?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 2:38 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
"Holy ********!" screamed the girl, jumping out of her skin. She whipped around with wide eyes to face the boy with her hands in the air. "What the ******** is your problem?! I'm not even doing anything!" she yelled at him, body trembling from the near-death experience. "Look, he's sick. I found him last night outside your house, so I brought him in so he wouldn't die. I...I made food. It's in the back yard cooking. I just want to make sure he'll live, then I'll leave, alright? I'm not one to leave someone outside to die. I'm sorry I came in your house again, but goddamnit, if you wanna keep people out, lock the doors and keep the windows shut and locked. ********..." She rubbed her face in frustration, groaning shortly afterwards. She then decided to ignore the gun, having things to do. "Now if you'll kindly excuse me, I have food to keep from burning," she mumbled, walking out the backdoor. "Don't you dare ******** shoot him!" she yelled back at him, tending to the vegetables.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:01 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler.Chantler followed the girl outside and squinted at her odd makeshift oven. He went back to his room and grabbed two more bags. he reapeated the process untill all eight of the bags were packed into the backseat of his car. He walked back inside and into the laundry room. He pulled down the door to the attic and ascended the ladder-like stairs into a very dark attic space. He reached to the side of the entry way and grabbed two more bags, one with several precious family items and one with guns and ammo, and strapped them over his shoulder and exited the attic without hesitation. He brought the bags outside and shoved them into his backseat and closed the door for good. He walked back to his bedroom and picked up Jegga. She opend her eyes in shock and then closed them again and went back to sleep. Chantler once more walked outside to confront the girl once last time. "I'm leaving now." Chantler sighed "You can have the house and everything inside of it. The keys are on the counter and the car in the garage has the keys in it. There is a box of M.R.E's in the attic and another box of canned food. You can have it all."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:10 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
The girl looked up at him. "Wait...you're leaving?" she questioned, voice softer. "I...I didn't mean to take over your house or anything. You can stay. I'm just staying here until that guy's better, I swear. Then you won't see me in your house again. Seriously." She stood and stared at him. "Don't leave. Please. And...if you're still gonna go, at least eat the food I cooked you. It's my repayment for invading your house without your permission." She stared up at him with pleading eyes. If he didn't accept her repayment, she'd torture herself over it until he did.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:31 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler.Chantler happily took the bowl form the girl. He sat down on the ground and placed Jegga in his lap. "I'm not leaving because of you." Chantler remarked to the girl. "Its because so many people keep breaking into my house. Im going out to the country where me and Jegga can be safe. Its a huge house on a fish-filled lake about three hours from here. The nearest neighbor is a mile down the road. Theres a big yard for Jegga here and no gangs. I'll have no use for this place anymore so you can have it." Chantler smiled. "This is really good."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 4:34 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
"Oh, well...okay..," she mumbled, eating her own soup. She heard a mumble behind her and looked back at the back door, eyes widening as she set her bowl down adn jumped up. "What the hell are you doing out here?! You need to lay back down! You almost died last night!" she exclaimed to the new arrival who was leaning on the door frame for support.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 4:35 pm
Uhm... My name's Swen.
It's (Svehn) not (Swin).
Please be nice.
"But...I smelled food..," the white-haired boy argued in a mumble. He rubbed his bright blues and yawned a little, coughing shortly after. Clarance gave into him, leading him over to where she and Chantler were sitting. She handed him a bowl of soup before sitting down adn eating her own. The blond boy smiled and tipped his bowl up to his lips, moaning softly at how good it tasted. "Yum," he croaked out tiredly and sickly. He looked at the two on either side of him. "How'd I get here, and what's your names?" he asked softly, voice cracking mid-question. He coughed a little more into his hand. He began to feel a little weak so he reflexively leaned on the person nearest to him which was Chantler. He laid his head on his shoulder and focused on not coughing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:27 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler.Chantler blushed at the sexy shirtless boy. He couldn't take his eyes off of him the whole time. He almost had an orgasm when the boy leaned on him. "I..uhh," Chantler nervously replied"I'm C-chantler." He looked around at the others. "I think I should be going now." He had a few things that he needed to do before he actualy went to his new house. He needed dog food and a few other supplies that wouldnt hurt to get.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:51 pm
Uhm... My name's Swen.
It's (Svehn) not (Swin).
Please be nice.
The boy frowned and looked up at him sadly. "You're leaving? But you're so comfy..." He hugged his arm and snuggled closer to him. "Don't leave..," he mumbled, beginning to doze off. His eyes were closed, preparing him for dreams to come.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:51 pm
Clarance, Bitches.
Yes. I'm a ******** chick.
Get over it.
Clarance 'aww'ed at the two with a little giggle. "Someone likes you," she teased Chantler in a sing-song voice. "He's so cute, too. Why can't the straight ones be cute? It's totally not fair. The straight ones are always assholes..." She grumbled a little, playing with her soup by swishing it around in the bowl. She looked back up at him. "I'm Clarance, by the way. I never gave you my name. It was nice to meet you, Chantler," she said to him with a small smile. "I'll...get him off of you so you can leave, I guess." She moved to remove the boy's hold on Chantler. She tried to unlatch his arms, but failed to. "I don't think he's letting go..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:27 pm
~The irresistible joy of being behind the wheel of a brand new life... thats what I live for~
From all my heart and a little bit of my stomach, Chantler."I have to leave though" Chantler said softly. "It's too dangerous to live here for me. My house is always getting broken into and I don't feel safe. Im leaving now. I recommend that you two get out of the area too." He shook is arm trying to get the boy off. "Are you dead? I don't like dead people."
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