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Post by adonis on May 27, 2010 17:38:39 GMT -5
 ---------------------------------------- Addiction. That was really the only word that could describe the severe need he had for a cherry coca cola. Of course that was just his weapon of choice, not as high of a caffeine content as he could find, but it tasted the best to him. He drank a monster a day, for the caffeine, and then the good stuff for pick me ups throughout the day. He had ran out of both for the morning so now he was practically dragging himself to the nearest store for his daily fix. He was rough looking, having just rolled out of bed, throwing on a pair of wrinkled, ripped jeans and a random Batman T-shirt. His hair was a mess, and he looked like a zombie. He was a jock, but he never really cared much for appearances. He didn’t even bother to pay attention to the door he walked through. The path he walked was permanently ingrained into his brain, he could walk it in his sleep.
He grabbed a BFC can of monster, and a twelve pack of cherry coca cola. The Monster was opened and part of it was chugged before he even left the establishment. Yes, he was an addict, but at least it was better than the alcohol his father was addicted to, the cocaine he caught his best friend on, and the acid that caused his grandfather to die on. There were worse things to be addicted to than caffeine. Of course, he vowed never to pick up any substance that could harbor addictions that could kill him, or were illegal. Even when he broke his knee to bits his sophomore year falling down on a greasy kitchen floor, he didn’t take the pain meds despite the intense pain that he suffered through. The long line of addiction on his father’s side made it too easy for him to become an addict. Though he hadn’t thought of caffeine when making his ‘things I will never do’ list. Which may have been a bad thing because here he was, he probably couldn’t function a day without caffeine.
He just hoped it never got as bad that he started popping caffeine pills. Though, he probably wouldn’t get that bad. Of course the average Joe doesn’t accept caffeine as a real addiction, even though medically it is an accepted one. Of course the medical public doesn’t accept video game addiction as a “real” illness, and yet there are thousands of people who sit at home doing nothing but gaming, losing their houses, and jobs over a silly game. He’s known enough addicts in his life to see the symptoms. Just because video games aren’t a traditional addiction didn’t mean it wasn’t a real problem.
There it was, his mind hit overdrive and now here he was ranting in his own little bubble about addiction. He was an addict, but he was immensely thankful it was something as small as a caffeine addiction.
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Post by ana on May 29, 2010 16:12:56 GMT -5
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Anastasiya had been up since about three in the morning, she couldn't sleep at all. She was extremely tired but for some reason couldn't manage to stay asleep. All night she had been waking up but then she just decided to stay up. She didn't have a roommate, she was pretty lucky. The teachers said that she was supposed to have a roommate but she must have either switched or just decided not to come. Anastasiya didn't care though, she was good with having a room to herself. It was nice to not be bothered by anyone else and just to have more space.
Once she decided to just stay up, she just layed in bed for awhile. She started to think about school and her life at the new school. Classes were okay but they weren't really extremely cool. Her fashion classes were cool and so were the cake design class and photography classes. Those were probably her favorite classes out of all the ones she was taking. All the rest of her classes were just kind of boring. Her social life wasn't exciting at all, she didn't really have many friends at all. There were probably people she sat next to and talked to a couple of times in class but none were really friends she talked to much out of class. She sighed. After she felt that she was being way too lazy and really wanted to get up, she knew what she was going to do. She was going to go for a walk, and on her walk she would get something that she really needed at this early in the morning.
Coffee.
Anastasiya grabbed on a pair of snug blue jeans with a white v-neck shirt putting them on, slipping on a pair of white flats that happened to be closest to her. She grabbed a ten dollar bill out of her wallet and put it into the pocket of her jeans and opened her door, leaving. She started on her way to Starbucks, really needing her coffee right now. She yawned running a hand through her hair, realizing she hadn't really thought about brushing her hair or teeth. Her hair wasn't that bad though, just wavy and a little frizzy. It seemed like it was actually not bad today as she stopped in front of a window which she could see herself in. Then remembering her dearest coffee, she started on her way once more.
Her lips curved up, smiling as she waited for her coffee to be handed to her over the Starbucks coffee. She got the largest size cup of a mocha frappa with a shot of rasberry. She grabbed the coffee as the man held it out to her and she took a drink. It felt like a little piece of heaven to her right then, she enjoyed coffee oh so much. She walked out of Starbucks and on her way somewhere else. She wasn't sure where but she decided that she wasn't going back to her dorm right away and that she do something outside today. She turned her head around, she heard a door slam and then she walked right smack into someone. She felt a little like an idiot for falling on her butt too, and then checking to see if she spilt her coffee. No, the coffee was okay. Then she turned her attention to the person she had walked into.
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Post by adonis on May 29, 2010 18:31:55 GMT -5
---------------------------------------- Adonis groaned as a girl ran into him. Literally. He felt bad that she fell down and he was only jostled a little. Unfortunately about a gulp of his Monster hit the sidewalk. "Bloody Bollocks that is total Shite!" He exclaimed at the one drop of his precious caffeiene. Even being here almost four years his accent or slang terms had not left his voice. He didn't mind, both usually got him girls because no one ever really knew exactly what he was saying, especially the Americans. Even in a country like france, not far at all from England.
He did however manage to pull the twelve pack in the same hand as his Monster, so that he could offer the girl a hand to help her up. Just because he had the mouth of a sailor, didn't mean he wasn't taught to have manners. His father taught him better than that despite him being a total arse. It was sort of his fault that the girl fell, it's not like he was actually paying attention to the people around him. Of course he hadn't had the proper amount of time for the caffeine to kick in and him to actally feasably be held responsible from his actions.
"I apologize, I did not mean to knock you over. I should have been watching where I was walking." He told her. He was surpised he could speak this coherently this early in the morning, before his caffeine actually hit full force. He still looked pretty rough but at least he didn't sound it too much. He found that groggy didn't usually make good impressions, neither did dressing like a slob for that matter. He was both, the T-shirt he wasn't even sure it was his, sure he had one but he couldn't remember wearing it recently, yet it was wrinkled on his floor. He wasn't sure if his roommate had one, sure he was a cool bloke and all, but it didn't seem like the boy's style. He didn't know much about his roommate yet but he didn't seem like a prat like some of the guys in his so-called clique. He never really hung out with the other jocks, but being on the soccer team gave him that status apparently.
There it was again. His mind was getting away from him. He took an idea in his brain and ran with it. He just hoped that it didn't start messing up his alertness. he didn't want to start missing things because he was so caught up with his thoughts. He didn't like the thought of becoming one of those weird people who sit and looked like their heads were up in the clouds. He liked to think he was a pretty chill guy, but if people got into his own personal thoughts, he would freak. His brain ran at a million miles a second and the caffeine definitely didn't help that. Of course this was one addiction he did not have the strength to kick, so it looked like he was going to be stuck with long rants in his head for the rest of his life. It wasn't that they annoyed him exactly, he just tended to miss random details in life, especially when people were trying to talk to him and he wasn't listening at the time. If he wasn't he was usually lost in his own little world. People thought it was kind of weird but he didn't really care about other's opinions. He was him, there was nothing that he was able to change. All of his life, his struggles, everything shaped him so irreverably he didn't know how he would react if someone were to try and change him. |
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Post by ana on May 29, 2010 20:48:53 GMT -5
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Ow, that hurt, just a little. Because falling on your ass hurts, at least when you fall onto cement. Maybe it wouldn't hurt when you fall onto a nice comfy bed or something nice and fluffy, but not cement. You can't really choose what you fall on though, it just sort of happens most of the times, well the ones you don't plan. Because she really didn't want to bump into someone, she could have spilled her coffee and plus it could have gotten on her white shirt which would not have been good. At least she didn't spill anything. And plus her butt wasn't in much pain at the moment, it would probably hurt once she got up though.
The guy she walked into, wasn't too happy about some of his energy drink hitting the ground, he yelled for a second at it, definitly unhappy about it. He had a british accent, and he looked familiar. She couldn't exactly put where she seen him though, school for sure, but when? He apologized though, for knocking her over and that he should have been watching where he was walking. She supposed it was both their fault then. She hadn't exactly been watching where she was walking either, she seemed to be more focused on someone slamming a door. Why did she even care about someone who slammed a door, guess it just suprised her a little. God, she felt like an idiot falling down, when he had only been a little jostled.
Anastasiya took his hand though, "Thank you," she said standing up wiping off her butt. "it's Fine, I really should have been paying attention to where I was walking.." She took a sip of coffee through its straw, trying to figure out what class he was in at school. She started going down the list of classes she had in her mind. Math? No. Social Studies? Nope. Science? No. Writing Classes? Nah. Cake Design? wasn't he..? Maybe. He could have been trying modeling maybe, he looked like he could if he wasn't wearing the wrinkled up batman shirt or the wrinkled jeans, maybe the jeans would work.
Why was he up so early? It was nearly seven in the morning and he had a twelve pack of cherry coca cola and a huge energy drink. He looked pretty tired, and still not very woken up. So he probably didn't wake up awhile ago, unlike her, she was wide awake and drinking her lovely coffee. He obviously was trying to get up for the day since he was drinking the energy drink. She took another drink of her coffee, looking at it for a moment to see how much was left. She barely made a dent in it. She looked back to the guy wondering if he was thinking she was weird because she was paying so much attention to coffee. Should she say something? She wasn't sure, it was sort of an akward silence for a moment now.
" I'm Anastasiya." She told him, something to break the silence. She still felt a little stupid for not even watching where she was going though. She had just been so careless, not like someone is just going to move out of her way, she can move herself. Well from what he said, he wasn't paying much attention to where he was going either so at least that might count for something. But she did spill his energy drink, and he wasn't happy about that. She stopped herself from thinking, she was getting a little carried away. Sometimes, she just seemed to go off on every little detail that led up to one big thing. She just didn't notice all the time though, sometimes she let herself go. It was early in the morning though and she was extremely not thinking. She might have been awake, just not thinking so much.
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