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Post by booster on Aug 12, 2009 7:37:50 GMT -5
Lisa Atwood parked her fancy car next to a tree. She got out after shutting the nice black and yellow car off. She locked it and headed into the fairgrounds. She wasn't liking the fact that her dog had gotten sick. She limped slightly still from her injury a few years back in her home town. She couldn't be around horses. She couldn't stand in one place just watching them on the television either. She used to be a jockey but after her accident on the track with a horse she wouldn't go near them.
She found a bench quickly and sat down to get off her leg. If she had her dog Kovu she'd be walking better. But, her leg still bothered her. She sat there wondering if she'd meet anymore. She took a smoke out of her purse and lit it. She took a few puffs from it. She was glad that no one was around in the fairgrounds just yet. She was stressing over her life. She hoped she could find something a little stronger than her smoke she was puffing now. She hoped she could.
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Post by jay on Aug 12, 2009 8:08:27 GMT -5
Letting his lips part slightly, smoke curled out and around his face. His dark eyes were hidden behind dark green aviator sunglasses. Yeah, they had gone out of style, but Carlo really didn't care. Lifting his hand toward his face, he deposited the cigarette back into his mouth, letting it hang there as he walked around. Jamming his hands into the pockets of his dirty and torn jeans, Carlo wandered around the fair grounds. With his form-hugging white shirt, mussed hair, and devil-may-care stubble growth he was drawing a fair amount of looks. Some were disapproving, and others... well, let's just say the men with ladies on their arms did most of the disapproving.
Blowing twin furls of smoke from his nose, Carlo glanced around. God he was bored. Taking one last drag on his cigarette, he pinched the ash out before tossing the butt into the nearest garbage can. Glancing around, he wondered if anyone would even notice if he lit up a joint as opposed to another cigarette. Considering the half-dead look in everyone's eyes.... probably not.
Making for his usual bench, Carlo's eyes darkened when he saw someone already occupying it. "Mind if I sit?" he growled, sitting before she had time to answer. "Thanks."
Sitting so that his back was mostly facing her, Carlo worked a joint and lighter from his pocket. He hesitated for the briefest moment, then shrugged to himself. Sliding the joint into his mouth, he flicked his lighter and gently touched the flame to the tip. Acrid smoke rose almost instantly and Carlo took a long, satisfying drag. |
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Post by booster on Aug 12, 2009 8:25:03 GMT -5
Lis glanced to him and finished off her smoke. She reach into her purse for another one. She was full of stress. She sighed and lit the new smoke and took a few drags from it. She looked to her bad leg and sighed. She wished that she could walk better. She also hoped that nobody would ask why she had a limp when she walked. She found it too hard to talk about. She sighed again and let her smoke sit in her mouth. She looked around and hoped she'd get rid of her injury soon so she could walk better. She sighed again.
She glanced to him again. She thought maybe she could try talking to someone instead of smoking her stress away. She threw her smoke on the ground and stamped it out with her good leg. "My name's Lisa. I thought you might want to know since I'm sitting here resting my leg" she said.
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Post by jay on Aug 12, 2009 8:50:02 GMT -5
The familiar smell and taste of the sharp smoke of his illicit pleasure soothed Carlo's soul, relaxing him. Still, he wasn't too fond of the fact that he had to share his bench. No one else had ever sat on it before, at least not when Carlo was around. Clearly she was new to the fair grounds since all the regulars had places picked out that were pretty much all their own. And this bench near the parking lot, well, this spot was Carlo's.
He blew smoke in a hard stream in frustration when she randomly piped up from behind him. So, her name was Lisa and she had a bum leg. Well, boo-fucking-hoo. Had he asked? Wondering what the hell was with some women, Carlo half-turned to sneer at her. Blowing another stream of smoke off to the side, he pulled his aviators down slightly. "I'm sorry, did it looked like I cared?" he snapped, "Let me try again."
With that, Carlo turned around again, but not before spitting on the ground next to her feet. |
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Post by booster on Aug 12, 2009 8:57:04 GMT -5
Lisa sighed. She stayed where she was sitting on the bench. She felt hurt now. She knew one thing that might help her now. She reached into her purse for the bottle she had made at her house before heading here. She opened it and drank a bit from it. She loved the sweet taste of whiskey when she felt hurt. She knew now since she was drinking it she'd end up forgetting aout everything that might end up happening to her. She glanced to him again. She didn't know if she should try talking to him again or what. But, she kept her mouth shut this time so she wouldn't get snapped at again. She looked to her leg and ignored to erge to move her weight onto it. She sighed and drank another mouthful from her bottle. She sighed and swallowed the mouthful she had in her mouth. "I'm sorry for sitting on this bench if you normally sit on it alone. I just really needed a place to sit down" she said.
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Post by jay on Aug 12, 2009 17:48:38 GMT -5
Beginning to feel the beginnings of boredom creeping in, Carlo sighed softly and allowed the sharp, acrid smoke from his joint roll out of his mouth before dispersing into the air. God, what he wouldn't do for a bit of excitement. Stretching, he pondered over going to the local bar. He didn't work again until mid-afternoon tomorrow, so he would have plenty of time to sleep off a hangover. And if he went to the bar he'd have more of a chance of finding a bed buddy for the night than he would here.
A frustrated groan escaped him as Lisa spoke again. He could easily smell the whiskey over the smoke. "Hey, hey, lady!" he snapped, his Italian/New York melange accent shining through. "Question for ya: Did I ask? No. Thank you." He closed his eyes and took a slow drag on the joint before turning to look at her. "And put that shit away before we both get busted." |
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Post by booster on Aug 12, 2009 17:54:17 GMT -5
Lisa sighed. "Well it's not like anyone is going to find out about me having this unless you tell them. I would offer you some but since your being an ass I've changed my mind" she said. She was only trying to find someone who could make her feel good for one night. That's all she needed. She didn't care if she woke up the next morning alone. She took another drink from her bottle and sighed. She wanted to have a little fun. Then she thought to herself asking why she only made one bottle. Then she thought about the town bar. She'd end up there later if she finished her bottle of whiskey too quickly.
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Post by jay on Aug 12, 2009 18:43:30 GMT -5
ooc: Apologies for all the swearing. Carlo's really an ass.
Carlo laughed, a loud, obnoxious sound. "No one's gonna know, huh?" he scoffed, turning to look her full in the face. "Lady, let's us get one thing straight, me and you. This shit right here I got, from a distance it looks like a regular smoke. Hate to break it to your dumb ass, but that sure as shit don't look like no water bottle. So, the local authorities that prowl this place is gonna see it, come over here, and bust both our asses. You want a drink so bad, go the bar!"
Feeling rather annoyed at both the intrusion of his space and the general lack of being able to take a hint that this woman was displaying, Carlo spat onto the ground again. Then, after drawing a long haul on his joint, blew the smoke at her. Rude, immature, and stupid. Yes, all that and more. But, that was just how he was.
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Post by booster on Aug 12, 2009 18:59:38 GMT -5
Lisa sighed again. She quickly put the cap back onto the bottle and put it into her purse. "Fine, you happy now. I put it away. But, I'm not leaving this bench" she said. She wasn't just about to give up so easily. She then heard something jump out of her car. She spotted her little black labrador, Kovu running over holding his leash. She smiled slightly. The little dog ran right up to her and she took the leash and hocked it to his collar. She scratched behind his ears and actually felt better ith him right there with her.
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Post by jay on Aug 12, 2009 19:35:37 GMT -5
Carlo's sigh shifted low into a growl. This lady was really just too much. Seriously.... did she ever shut up?! "Whatever, free country," he muttered swinging himself around so he could lay down on the empty side of the bench and leave his feet on the ground.
He tried to blow a smoke ring into the evening sky, but it drifted apart and faded. Taking another, final drag on his dwindling joint, Carlo held the smoke in his mouth before letting it out in a soft sigh. He heard something as he gently fished around in his pocket. He wanted an another smoke of some sort, but he was sort of hoping for another joint. Instead, he pulled a regular cigarette from his pocket instead. Oh well.... a smoke was a smoke.
He heard something random as he stuck the smoke into his mouth, but he ignored it. Until a small dog came running over as he touched the flame to the tip of his cigarette. He looked at it as it ran up to Lisa and his eyes clouded over even further.
"What the hell is this?!" he snarled, jumping to his feet. "You left your dog locked in your car?! Are you crazy! Even in the evening with a setting sun, do you know how much hotter it is in a car than outside?! If you had no intention of bringing this poor thing outside with you, you should have left it at home! God!" |
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Post by booster on Aug 12, 2009 19:45:32 GMT -5
Lisa sighed. She looked to him. Kovu sat down on his back legs and watched the two of them. "Well, I'm sorry. I won't do it again alright. I had left my windows down on my car anyway" she said. The little black dog barked slightly and sat there watching them. He wagged his tail back and forth. He put his ears down more and kept watching them.
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Post by jay on Aug 13, 2009 18:45:31 GMT -5
Carlo had his cigarette clamped tightly between his lips as he scowled disapprovingly at Lisa. When the dog barked, Carlo knelt and tenderly scratched behind it's ears. Cute little bugger. However, he scowled at Lisa again when she dithered about windows.
"I had left my windows down," he mocked, pitching his voice up sarcastically. "That's shit, lady! Leaving windows down ain't enough! And clearly you left them too far down because he managed to get out! And what if he'd decided to take a stroll out to the highway? That's real responsible pet ownership, you dim mucca!" |
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Post by booster on Aug 14, 2009 6:49:36 GMT -5
Lisa sighed and finally just gave up. She looked away but still held the leash to her dog. Kovu looked to her and hoped she hadn't given up yet. He wagged his tail and looked to the guy. He felt loved today. Lifting his paw he accidently touched her bad leg. She made a painfully sound and pushed Kovu's paw off of her. The little dog just wanted her to be happy again. Either that or he wanted her to feel loved for at least one night. He sniffed the air and looked to the guy again. He kept wagging his tail. Lisa just sat there now. She felt like everything was her fault. She looked back to him and sighed. |
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Post by jay on Aug 14, 2009 20:57:07 GMT -5
Carlo sighed angrily. This chick really was just too much. Seriously. How dim could you get?! Leaving a dog locked in a car, then thinking it was all right because she'd left the windows rolled down. Pet owners like that all deserved to be drawn and quartered.
With another angry sigh, he parked himself back on the bench and puffed angrily at his smoke. |
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