|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 28, 2010 18:43:37 GMT -5
A ring of smoke floated into the air until it shrivled away in the wind leaving only the distinct smell lingering. The rings were coming from jack's lips and the smoke for a freshly rolled joint. He was lying on his back, one arm behind his head the other holding the buning paper and weed above him.
He sucked in the smooth air again and blew another set of rings into the air and watched them float away. He didn't make a habit of getting high on his own but recently he didn't want to be around that many people. So much had gone on recently he didn't know how to handle it, not knowing how to handle it all made him unpredictable and unstable, the smallest of things could set him off, and when I say set him off I mean light his short, nion excistant fuse.
OOC;; Wasn't sure whether to make it after the lockdown or not but I think it should be 
|
|
|
|
Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 29, 2010 13:04:57 GMT -5
Sloan was running through the park at night. She preferred the dark. While everyone was up in the daylight, she was normally sleeping, at night, in the darkness, she lived. The parties, drinking, the trouble making, it was her time. Though she hadn't been in Richmond in a little over five years. She hoped no one would remember her. A lot of people here held a grudge against her for putting the girl into the hospital. In Sloan's mind the girl had deserved it.
She ran through the park, not paying attention too much to anything when suddenly she tripped over something large and fell right onto her stomach.
"What the fuck," she moaned and turned over to see she legs over a boy laying on the ground.
"Do you make a habit of laying in the middle of no where?" She asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 29, 2010 13:23:12 GMT -5
Jack was happly in his own world when he got a foot to the side and then a mouthful of abuse and his spliff had been knocked from his hands, so much for avoiding people when he currently had someone half ontop of him. And not in a good way. "So its my fault you don't look where the fuck your going?" he said maybe a little snappier than necisary. That short fuse already close to blowing.
He sat up and brushed her legs off his before picking up the joint she had so classily knocked from his hands before throwing it, it was all mushed up and pointless now. Great.
|
|
|
|
Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 29, 2010 13:29:42 GMT -5
Sloan smirked a little. He was feisty, she liked that. It made for more fun, for her anyway. She stood up and looked down at the boy. He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"I never said that, I merely asked if you always laid down in the middle of no where. But if you wanna get bitchy over some weed, go ahead sweetheart." She said and crossed her arms, still smirking vibrantly. She loved conflict, fighting, verbal spats. They were her thing.
She thrived off of it.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 29, 2010 13:41:38 GMT -5
Fights were Jack's thing but not really verble ones, he was more into the physical than shouting and screaming but he wasn't a woman beater no matter how angry someone got him if they were a girl he wouldn't lay a finger on them. He shook his head, he wasn't in the mood for an argument, hopefully what he had smoked of the weed had chilled him out just a little bit.
"Who said I was bitching about my weed?" he said bitterly. He could get more easily, didn't she think he was a little annoyed at being trampled on though. And she hadn't even apologised the hard faced cow. As he scowled up at her from where he sat on the floor he couldn't help but think he'd seen her face before but he couldn't remember where fpr the life of him. "What the hell are you doing running at this time anyway?"
|
|
|
|
Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 29, 2010 13:50:38 GMT -5
"I prefer the dark." Sloan said with a smile. She loved the stars, she loved the fireworks and the fireflies. All of those things came out at night. They all lit up the dark. She admired them and envied them.
"Sorry for falling on you," she said and offered a hand to pull him up. She knew for a fact she knew the boy, but she wasn't sure she wanted him to remember her. A lot of people hated her. She never intended on coming back, and yet here she was.
|
|
|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 29, 2010 14:09:25 GMT -5
Oddly Jack knew what she meant, not so much the dark really but he prefered the night to the day, a sun set was always more beautiful than a sunrise, well as far as Jack knew anyway, the only times he'd ever seen the sun rise was when he was still awake from the night before and he never remembered that. "Oh".
He got up on his own, getting help up from a girl was a little, immascuninating. "Sorry I snapped, I'm just a little... it doesn't matter" he was on his own to avoid that stuff, the fact that first one of his best friends had gone missing wasn't enough now Siena was gone to, but there wasn't even a hope of her coming back like there was for Abi. Siena was dead but he wasn't ready to believe that just yet. So he just prettended it hadn't happened at all.
"I'm Jack, by the way" He said changing the subject in the first way he could think of.
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 29, 2010 14:18:11 GMT -5
Of course it had to be Jack. Sloan's face softened quickly. She'd missing him more than anyone in this town. He'd always been there for her when they were younger and much more naive.
"Jack Sincalir," she said quietly and laughed lightly. "I have to go." She said quickly and started to walk off. She wasn't the same girl from his memory. She was harder, tougher, she wasn't the good sweet girl anymore.
|
|
|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 29, 2010 14:43:31 GMT -5
Jack looked baffled when she said his name for a moment until he realised who it was just by how she had said it. He went after her when she went to go off and grabbed her wrist lightly to stop her getting further "I don't think so Sloan" He said with a raised eyebrow.
They were both different people now, he hadn't always been the bitter, angry, cocky guy he was now. He knew she must have changed too, he knew why she hadn't been around for years and he didn't judge her for it like everyone else.
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 29, 2010 14:54:03 GMT -5
Sloan stopped and turned around looking at the ground. Of all people she knew Jack would be the hardest to face. He'd meant so much to her, and he still did, a lot. There wasn't a day that she hadn't thought about him. She didn't know what to say to him though. She never expected to see him again. And yet here he was, standing right in front of her.
|
|
|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 29, 2010 15:27:08 GMT -5
Jack didn't do this very often but he pulled her in and hugged her. She had always meant a lot to him, always been someone he trusted and someone he actually cared about. It wasn't just that, he wasn't in the greatest of places right now and she was just the kind of person he needed around. "I've missed you." He said when he let her go. He didn't know what else to say really.
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 29, 2010 15:37:53 GMT -5
Sloan smiled and hugged him back tightly. She didn't know how he'd feel about her after the incident. Everyone seemed to just want her gone. No one listened to her side of the story. Simply, no one would listen to her at all.
"I missed you too." She said with a small smile, pushing her hair back. She was nervous and flustered, feelings she hadn't felt in a long time. "I was gonna write but I didn't know if," she started and shook her head. She thought he'd hated her too.
|
|
|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 29, 2010 17:04:43 GMT -5
Jack shook his head at her, "Come on, what do you take me for, it would take more than stuck up cow being put in her place to do that" He assured her, he didn't know the story and he didn't really need to, he knew enough and he knew her so it made all the rest of it, what everyone else thought of her, irrelivent. "How long have you been back in town?" he asked her changing the subject.
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 29, 2010 17:08:57 GMT -5
Sloan smiled and looked up at him, glad that he didn't hate her too. It was nice to have at least one friend in this god forsaken town.
"Two days, spent last night in jail. Not been fun so far," she said with a nervous laugh. She didn't know how he'd take the jail thing since his father was a lawyer, and the one that sent her to juvy for 5 years. Oh how she hated that man.
|
|
|
|
Post by jack dominic sinclair on Aug 29, 2010 17:23:54 GMT -5
Jack was lucky to have never been to jail himself. It was only his father that had kept him out really especially with his attitude he'd been arrested so many times for asault and posesion so many times he'd lost count but never spent all that long in a cell thanks to daddy dearest and the strings he pulled. Shame he couldn't get his father to do the same for Sloan, instead he did the ppposite. "Really? what for?" he asked clearly only curious and not judgingly.
[/blockquote] |
|
