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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Apr 4, 2015 4:44:32 GMT
i've got those jet pack blues just like judy, the kind that make june feel like september Heath set down Otis, the little round cactus, onto the table before dropping his back on the booth and sliding in next to it. A frozen Frappuccino stood next to the plant as his tired owner took off his jacket and stretched out his legs. The blonde let out a long yawn, covering his mouth has quickly as possible before lazily dropping his hand to his lap. The search to find a new pot for his longest lasting miniature cactus had been a total fucking failure, with a capital F. He hadn’t found anything that he particularly liked and even when he did the pot was too small to fit the small cactus. He’d carried around a cactus on a crowed street for hours now. He was drained, though that wasn’t unusual of the young man. With another brief yawn, Heath reached for his Frappuccino, taking a long sip from it while absentmindedly looking up for flower shops nearby on his phone. - #162 - - MICHAEL TS'AI- - heath the doormat - - tired of bullshit already lol - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by MICHAEL TS'AI on Apr 4, 2015 5:04:35 GMT
Worn out boots clicked across the floor, their metallic buckles clinking with each heavy step. They stopped at the table, the one that the kid with the plant sat. Two palms placed themselves on the table and a white haired boy leaned down to catch a glimpse of the blonde's face.
"Nice cactus," he stated sarcastically, grinning broadly from amusement. What a loser. He'd seen the boy around the area for a little while now, carrying that stupid pot. "Do you take it everywhere?"
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Apr 4, 2015 5:58:28 GMT
i've got those jet pack blues just like judy, the kind that make june feel like september Focusing on the small glowing screen had transformed all other sounds into white noise. He looked up at the white haired man as if roused for a nap, mouth half open to utter a quick noncommittal 'thank you' before going about his business. His eyes flashed with momentary irritation as he processed the mockery of his beloved Otis. If he didn’t actually care so much for the plant he probably would have attempted to poke the stranger’s eyes out with it. “Only when I’m in the mood to talk to intrusive little snobs.” He replied flatly, not at all pleased. He returned the grin with an annoyed scowl before adding, “That’s your cue to get out of my sight.” With that, Heath grabbed his drink taking another sip before going back to reading reviews on the florist that was a block away from them. - #139 - - MICHAEL TS'AI- - heath the doormat - - tired of bullshit already lol - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by MICHAEL TS'AI on Apr 4, 2015 6:13:16 GMT
"Oh, I'm sorry?" Michael put a hand to his ear, cupping around it in a fake attempt to better hear. "You're being a little bitch?"
Michael reached out and gave the cup a squeeze, forcing out more liquid to spill over the edges. The cold drink oozed everywhere, all down along the sides and over the both of their hands, on the table and quite possibly all over the blonde as well. "Looks like you need to chill out."
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Apr 4, 2015 6:42:24 GMT
i've got those jet pack blues just like judy, the kind that make june feel like september If Heath had any friends he woud’ve in that moment turned to them to ask what the fuck was this guy’s problem and why was it with him? Sadly, he had no one to look at but Michael and he was not amused. He narrowed his eyes at the albino, noting the scar and shaggy hair. “No. I think the problem’s more you fucking with people you don’t even know.” He replied. Immediately his hand and spots on his jeans were assaulted by sticky, brown liquid. Aw fuck. Why? Why, why, why? Had Carynn sent him or something? Or was this guy just a huge cocky asshole, cruising for a fucking bruisin’ every Saturday afternoon? This was some movie bullshit. “Oh.” Was all he managed to say as he took back his cup to inspect the contents. A good chunk of it had been wasted and spilled all over the table and even on his jeans and sweater. He stood up without a word before taking his cup, pulling off the lid, and dumping the contents onto the albino. “I’ll let you go first since you recommended it.” He said with a smile, before flicking whatever was left on his hands at Michael and then proceeding to lick off what was left. His attention immediately drifted elsewhere as he realized that today was not going to be a good day. - #229 - - MICHAEL TS'AI- - heath the doormat - - tired of bullshit already lol - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by MICHAEL TS'AI on Apr 5, 2015 15:13:08 GMT
Michael laughed at this guy's reaction. He was bored and trying to have a little bit of fun. What else do punkass kids do? They mess with people and start shit up.
Though, his attitude changed when it was he who was on the other side of the coffee. When he felt that cold liquid pouring over his head, soaking into his hair and getting all over his clothes, Michael froze. He just stood there as it happened, looking at the other with wide eyes until a few moments had passed.
"You little shit," he stated softly before he threw a punch right at the other kid's face.
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Apr 6, 2015 23:33:27 GMT
i've got those jet pack blues just like judy, the kind that make june feel like september Heath’s face felt a hard blow and suddenly he as looking at another customer instead of his fingernails. Somehow he’d managed to bit the inside of his cheek and now the taste of copper intermingled with coffee and chocolate. His face stung but it as bearable. T was mainly initial shock that he had actually attempted to start a fight INSIDE the Starbucks. He turned back reaching over a gripping the punk’s collar before pushing him backwards. “Back alley now ya prick!” he yelled grabbing his belongings ready to follow him out. Heath glared at Michael angry that he had now wasted his money AND probably was going to go to school with the ugliest face in years. “Move before I shove my fucking shoo so far up your ass you’re gonna taste your own shit!” he added, unwilling to get arrested for disturbing the peace inside a Starbucks. - #149 - - MICHAEL TS'AI- - heath the doormat - - tired of bullshit already lol - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by MICHAEL TS'AI on Apr 8, 2015 2:26:44 GMT
He didn't wait. Michael grabbed the other guy and quite literally dragged him out of the building by his clothes, tugging him down an alleyway and pushing him up against the brick wall. "What's that you said to me? Huh? So far worst thing you've done is threaten me with a shoe and poured your drink on me."
Michael scoffed, wiping his lip with the back of his hand when he felt a drip of coffee roll down. "You're nothing but a little pussy."
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Apr 9, 2015 0:47:42 GMT
i've got those jet pack blues just like judy, the kind that make june feel like september Heath dropped his belongings before promptly being thrown against a wall. He glared at the punk. “I called ya a prick ya dumb bastard.” He stated, refusing to be intimidated by some jerk. When the guy backed off a little, he took his chance to throw a punch straight into Michael’s stomach. Being patronized was an awful feeling. It only compounded on the irritation he felt after being mocked and dirtied up by the same person. He’d make sure Michael would think twice about pulling the same stunt again. “Takes one to know one, you fucking sourpuss.” He replied, spitting at the ground the unpleasant taste of blood still lingering. “Tell me, are you just craving an ass whipping today? I've got better things to do with my day than entertain some brat wannabe.” - #124 - - MICHAEL TS'AI- - heath the doormat - - tired of bullshit already lol - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Apr 27, 2015 22:47:00 GMT
Post by MICHAEL TS'AI on Apr 27, 2015 22:47:00 GMT
He coughed when the punch made contact with his stomach, causing the boy to stumble back. Though after he'd regained his wind, Michael began to laugh, cackling as he hung his head and held his midsection. The boy flung his white hair back, pulling it back into a little elastic he tugged off his wrist.
His face was properly exposed, scarred skin and brown eyes. He glared at the other male, the smirk still on his face. "You? Whoop my ass? Yeah right!"
Michael threw a punch at the last word, putting emphasis on it by connecting his fist with the other male's face. Just to make sure, he gripped the blonde's shirt collar to keep a hold on him as he punched him again for good measure.
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