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[confliction]

{ should we wait for the rejects; to post? }

[mydadleftme]

{{yeah, probably. c:}}

[Jaybat]

(Sorry for the shortness.)

CC

CC didn't say anything for a few moments, but he wasn't really sure why. It wasn't like he couldn't think of things to say... "I haven't seen them yet, and I'm not sure how long I'm going to be staying here," he replied. And, honestly, he wasn't sure if he wanted to stay here for that long. If he did, he would come back into their lives, force himself to find a place here again, then just have to get up and leave. He couldn't do that. Not again. The feeling that he had right now was kind of strange. He wanted to go see other people, especially his family, but at the same time he didn't. In the end he would have to leave anyways. There wasn't a way around that.

Roxanne

It hurt to watch him leave again, but now there wasn't anything she could do except watch. Watch as a part of her life moved away. Left. Again. Roxanne really wasn't sure how long she stood still, staring at nothing, She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she started for the house. Thinking distracted her. Once she got inside, she shot a glance at the clock and winced a little bit. She had to go to work, but she didn't want to. Right now, the only thing that sounded good to her was crawling into her bed and lying there for the rest of her life. Concentrating on one thing at a time really did help. First came the dog. Making sure that he was alright. Then came making herself look at least a little bit presentable. Then came car keys... then going outside and driving. It took her longer than it should have to get the key into the ignition, but even when she did, she didn't drive. Maybe she shouldn't go in today. Roxanne rested her head against the steering wheel and closed her eyes, trying to force herself not to think.

[kopus]

[[ I'm so sorry guys. I haven't been able to get on the computer in about a week. I'm coming up with a post as soon as possible! And, Omegalomaniac, don't worry. I'm not going to leave Roxanne out by leaving her with Jake, I'll make Sammi call or something.

[Helmuth]

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Ashley smiled a little, looking down. As strange it may have been, he felt his cheeks grow warm with sweet memory of them being friends, of always being there. He sighed, feeling that memory fade away as reality of his ignorance and leaving problems seeping back into his life. He scooped up the cat, Ashley—what a nice name—and put his nose in the animal’s fur. He then, after the cat began to squirm, let it go and looked over at her. “Smells sweet.” He reached out and tucked a hair behind her ear. “Like you.” He wasn’t sure what to respond to her, after saying she actually did miss him. He, clearly, missed her but not in a perverted way. As a friend. That was what he missed. He missed the fun, tomboyish, chubby faced girl—and now here she was, pale, scarred up, and skinny as a bone. He sighed, rubbed his eyes and stood on his lankly legs. “Come on,” He held out a hand. “Let’s go find out how to make an Purdy Sandwich.”

[kopus]

[[ I got really bored with Sammi's post but I hope it will do. I went ahead and just skipped until they are at the music store instead of waiting for Helmuth's reply I'm still waiting for or just anything really. It might be power playing but yeah. ]]

ｊａｋｅ

Half an hour of driving down the empty street, Jake kept his eyes straight on the road at all times but at moments he'd slip into thought and his gaze would fall to the steering wheel where his hands were placed sloppily. The words that were said earlier still bounced around in his mind, making him feel sheepishly worried or feel bad. Sighing softly and quickening his speed to 50 mph. he heard his cell phone sound to Love Gun by Kiss. Already regretting pulling it out because he was expecting it to be Roxanne, he pulled it out and glanced at the screen. Surprisingly enough, it was one of his band mates. The lead singer, Andy. Why would he be calling at this time? This normal time would be when he was on the couch with Trixy, snoring loudly. Pressing talk he tilted his head slightly to let his shoulder hold up his phone to the ear. Trying hard to put on a good happy voice, he answered the call. "Yep?"

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Pulling to a parking lot of the large-sized music store, Sammi grabbed her cell phone from her purse and held the phone in front of her face as she dialed a number she had almost forgotten. However, this number wasn't Jeremy's. It was Roxanne J. Emerson. While waiting for her to pick up her phone, Sammi got out of the car and closed the door behind her, reaching for Hanna's to pull it open and reveal the small framed child inside the car, waiting for her. "Kiddo, c'mon." Smirking slightly, Sammi grabbed Hanna's hand and playfully tugged her along.

[mydadleftme]

{{I'll get a post up here in a moment, I'm a little attention-diverted at the moment o-o But I will have one posted c:}}

[kopus]

[[ alright. -- and i'm replying to our 1x1 as we speak! ]]

[mydadleftme]

{{here is the promised reply! and alright c:}}

>>jinxx<<

He found himself simply staring around at the room where he lay on his back next to Bruce. Alright, so technically he was doing nothing more than staring up at the cieling, but still. He didn't know what he wanted to do, or what he didn't want to do. No, wait, he did. He sure as anything didn't want to see Sammi with the Quinn dude..."I'm not goth..." He pouted silently in his mind, cringing inwardly at the dude fixing his shirt for him like he was some little kid. "No...stop..." Jeremy scolded himself. He was just looking for anything and everything to put against that guy, and, as much as would love to do nothing else, he knew it was wrong to do and so forced himself to stop. Afterall, this was the guy who made Sammi happy, so he had some respect for the guy if for no other reason than that Sammi liked him. Sitting up and brushing a hand through his hair, Jeremy decided to go to the one place that always had everything he needed in order to vent. That is, the music store. From death metal to classical, that store had it all.

Getting himself put back together mentally, Jeremy grabbed the keys to his car, looking down at Bruce. Shrugging, not really caring what the dog did while he was gone, too drained to care really, Jinxx walked out the door, closing and locking it behind it and getting in his car. The drive was rather quick, Jeremy not living too awfully far away from the place, and soon enough he was parked and getting out of said car, walking across the parking lot to the door of the store.

[confliction]

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Andy leaned forward as Jake's voice broke through the mindless ringing. "Hey. Wait, are you driving?" he asked, eyebrow raised in interest. He had totally expected him to be passed out on some couch or maybe a bed, but the sound of rushing wind and some sort of static background hinted his was in a car. And that car must have been going pretty fast. Jake also sounded.. what? Really awake? There was a strange, almost false tune to his voice, but Andy ignored that. Jake was probably just drained from their trip home. He was usually drained after trips everywhere.

Out of five of them, Jake was probably the most laid-back. Well, Jinxx was pretty cool about things too, but Jake was.. well, he was just Jake. When you're describing people, there's really no way about it. A guy can be like someone in one way, but then totally different from the same person in another way. He supposed Jake could be compared with Batman. Batman could play things cool, with his awesome mask and everything. But Jake didn't have all those sick gadgets, and he wasn't as ferocious. But Andy was ferocious. And Andy could play it cool. He was so Batman. Wow, way to get offtrack.