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East High, Denver is a part of 
The Smoke Spot.
12 Characters Here
Roland "Rory" Jameson [5] "Holy fuck I'm a moron."
Azalea "Zee" Jameson [5] "I really want to spend time with you, not." {WIP}
Nathan Reese [3] "I'm really sick of people getting differentiated based on what we like to do! I want to do my own thing, does that mean I deserve the hate I get?"
Charles L. Graystone [2] "You can only learn to forgive, when there is something to hate."
Kirk Williams [2] "Bitch."
Jay Noel [1] "Life can do terrible things."
Dani Leiber [1] "I live in a world of my own and that's how I like it."
Samantha Maria Hale [1] "Unless you got cards you want to play, I'm not interested. Goodbye"
Dania Keller [1] "I can't feel a thing. I want to feel something."
Tiffany Bridget Anderson [1] "I wonder whose day I can ruin today"
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MONDAY, december second
what's my age again | BLINK 182
hell song | SUM 41
17 || crush: tba || cigarettes smoked: .3
rory shoved out of east high's crowded hallways for the first time for a lunch break
since thanksgiving break began a week and a half ago. his footsteps followed him, big
and deceptively loud, out of the building. they ghosted him to the high fences around
east high school and off campus to the seven eleven on colfax, one of the big mean
streets of america, although it was more of an everyday nuisance to roland. he
dodged being asked for a cigarette by a passerby and ducked into the convenience
store. he walked up to the counters, bought a spare lighter (thank god they didn't
ID him for it, stores had started a nasty habit of doing that lately) and a can of tea.
he shoved the backup lighter into his back pocket, and ducked out behind the back of
the seven eleven to light up a cigarette, let the freezing wind blow through him for a
long moment. he didn't inhale the first drag all the way, mostly paper it tasted terrible,
but after that he took one long drag off the cigarette and held it before exhaling long as
he moved to cross the street back to east high. he took the back way around the school,
to the place that was not 'the smoke spot' but 'a smoke spot' which provided more
space and a more social area for the smokers of east high than The Smoke Spot itself.
picking his sister out of the crowd, rory immediately called and walked over to her.
"Hey, Zee, over here!"
ride | LANA DEL RAY
born to die | LANA DEL RAY
15 || crush: tba || cigarettes smoked: .5
"Hey, Zee, over here!"
zee heard her brother's voice from across the small parkinglot that served as a more
public smoke spot than the smoke spot itself. she didn't let the neutral look fall from
her face and turned to look at rory with dark, indifferent eyes. she took a drag off the
marlboro clutched between her fingers as she swayed to meet her brother halfway
between the places they'd been standing. she looked him up and down in greeting and
he did the same to her. a little 'who have you been with, who are you going to see'
that they always did to each other, a precaution, almost. not because they distrusted
one another but because they trusted each other's tiny judgments so much. zee knew
this and identified it quickly. they didn't have to really say hello, they were years past
that between them. rory pulled at the cigarette between his lips and released curling
white smoke for a long moment.
"I think we should try to find a friend or two and smoke up, yeah?"
zee said, smirking at her brother. her brother instantly nodded.
"Hell yeah. I need to not be sober for a goddamn minute, Mr. Blitch is driving me nuts,"
rory said in response. they peered around for any of the people they knew smoked
green and made almost identical lip biting searching motions.
what's my age again | BLINK 182
hell song | SUM 41
17 || crush: tba || cigarettes smoked: .3
rory shoved out of east high's crowded hallways for the first time for a lunch break
since thanksgiving break began a week and a half ago. his footsteps followed him, big
and deceptively loud, out of the building. they ghosted him to the high fences around
east high school and off campus to the seven eleven on colfax, one of the big mean
streets of america, although it was more of an everyday nuisance to roland. he
dodged being asked for a cigarette by a passerby and ducked into the convenience
store. he walked up to the counters, bought a spare lighter (thank god they didn't
ID him for it, stores had started a nasty habit of doing that lately) and a can of tea.
he shoved the backup lighter into his back pocket, and ducked out behind the back of
the seven eleven to light up a cigarette, let the freezing wind blow through him for a
long moment. he didn't inhale the first drag all the way, mostly paper it tasted terrible,
but after that he took one long drag off the cigarette and held it before exhaling long as
he moved to cross the street back to east high. he took the back way around the school,
to the place that was not 'the smoke spot' but 'a smoke spot' which provided more
space and a more social area for the smokers of east high than The Smoke Spot itself.
picking his sister out of the crowd, rory immediately called and walked over to her.
"Hey, Zee, over here!"
ride | LANA DEL RAY
born to die | LANA DEL RAY
15 || crush: tba || cigarettes smoked: .5
"Hey, Zee, over here!"
zee heard her brother's voice from across the small parkinglot that served as a more
public smoke spot than the smoke spot itself. she didn't let the neutral look fall from
her face and turned to look at rory with dark, indifferent eyes. she took a drag off the
marlboro clutched between her fingers as she swayed to meet her brother halfway
between the places they'd been standing. she looked him up and down in greeting and
he did the same to her. a little 'who have you been with, who are you going to see'
that they always did to each other, a precaution, almost. not because they distrusted
one another but because they trusted each other's tiny judgments so much. zee knew
this and identified it quickly. they didn't have to really say hello, they were years past
that between them. rory pulled at the cigarette between his lips and released curling
white smoke for a long moment.
"I think we should try to find a friend or two and smoke up, yeah?"
zee said, smirking at her brother. her brother instantly nodded.
"Hell yeah. I need to not be sober for a goddamn minute, Mr. Blitch is driving me nuts,"
rory said in response. they peered around for any of the people they knew smoked
green and made almost identical lip biting searching motions.
Monday, December 2nd.
As soon as the bell sounds Dania doesn't waste a minute getting to her locker, packing her books into her over-sized purse and getting the hell out of the building. There was never anyone waiting for her after classes but everyday after ninth period the girl would religiously make a pilgrimage to the parking lot at the rear of the school and take out her lighter and a cigarette.
Dania took a drag, savoring the sinful salvation, and exhaled with a heave that made it seem as if she had the world on her shoulders.
"God, this place sucks." She spoke aloud as she sat on a bike rack and buried her face in her hands.
It'd been two weeks since Dania had been attending school at East High, and almost a month since she'd started living in the Denver and she hated it. This wasn't her home, and these people sure as hell weren't her friends. She knew starting over new was going to be tough, but the one thing that shook her more than that was that she had no clue where to start. No one wants to be friends with a drunk with no redeeming qualities she thought as she took another drag of her Natural American Spirit cigarette.
After gaining her composure at bit more, Dania looked up from her palms and spotted an underclassmen she'd seen around a few times with a marlboro between her lips. She was a bit taken back, she'd never expect the petite girl to bey that type but then again she did always walk around with a look of great indifference masking whatever it is she smokes those cigarettes to cope with. Next to her was a tall and lanky boy who was looking around appraising his surroundings acutely. The two seemed like a strange duo, so she kept her sights on them for a while in an effort to lull her boredom.
| Location | Side of School
| Action | Smoking, Walking
| Date | Monday, December 2nd
| Action | Smoking, Walking
| Date | Monday, December 2nd
After getting to his spot -to the back of the school- finishing up the cigarette he had when he first started walking, he threw that to the side and crushed it on the ground. Throwing his backpack beside him, ignoring all around him, he focused on the cold and no sign of life to pester with him. Without anything else to do out there in the cold, he grabbed one of his already rolled up and fixed together greens and brought it against his mouth and lite it up. He's gotten so used to some of the weeds that he can't even tell if he's high or just mad.
He was surprised his grades were still at a high standard, by how much weed and smokes he has smoked by now, he'd thought he's be as dumb as a nut but, he guess his body just wasn't having any of that. Looking around, he was surprised that many people haven't discovered his little spot yet, he'd usually come here before school, during lunch, and after school. This was a great spot to smoke, and no one would ever think to pass by where he was because, they'd believe that it was more of a creepy spot than a hang out spot. Today was going to be like every other day. Hopefully.
That morning had gone so slow, all day she had been trying to get out of her classes, she just couldn't be bothered that morning. Tiffany usually wasn't too fussed about getting up early in the mornings for school, it was usually just another thing, she would awake, go to class and go home but there was one big thing that was making her lose her motivation, she needed a smoke, she hadn't smoked in about 2 weeks, she couldn't get them on her own as she always got id'd and she didn't know anyone who could get her some. Rich people problems eh? she thought as she flicked her old lighter just watching the sparks as she leaned up against the wall around the side of the school in her designer clothing.
What was a girl too do, her predicament was made even worse with the fact she hadn't had weed in even longer. She just wanted to let her hair down, not be so prim and proper for once. She still wanted to be above everyone and be center of attention but man she just wanted to party. Then she saw a guy just up the path from her, her head became slightly excited because she could smell what he was smoking. She tried her best not to get excited and give off this aura of superiority. She had seen the guy around before, never spoken to him but he was kinda cute. She just looked at him and gave a small wave hoping he'd notice and give her a drag.
Nathan Reese
|| Monday 2nd of December || Leaving class || The parking lot ||
|| Monday 2nd of December || Leaving class || The parking lot ||
School was basically a torture chamber prettified with nice words. People came in, got 'intelligent' and were then thrown on the street to make a living. It was like they were moving sheep from one place to the other, taking stops a couple places on the way. It wasn't 'education', it was pointing out the differences in people, and either praising or hating them for it. Nathan's case was the latter. Not a big surprise though, mass media said that muscles were hot, and then people just followed the trend. Fuck the system, but that was the world, and that's how it worked.
Eventually however, the nightmare referred to as a class ended, and he was already in a shit mood. The day went like any other day, no popularity, no case of everyone surrounding you for a little bit of your attention, nothing. At the best, he was just ignored. It had been so tempting to just jump out of the window to leave the nightmare, though it wasn't as easy as it sounded. He wasn't a delinquent, he just hated homework and tests, it was just systems used to make sure that everyone ended up entirely the same, whatever kind of good they expected to find in that.
After brutally throwing the books in the locker and picking up his jacket, Nathan quickly moved towards the front doors. While seniors, juniors and even some sophomores giving friendly waves, it was pretty amazing really that his 'secret' still had yet to be leaked. Or, it was leaking, it just hadn't reached very fast yet seeing that most freshmen had little contact with the upperclassmen, at least from his view. There were naturally exceptions, but he had yet to get an impression of good contact across the classes. It was like social grades or economic grades really.
After getting out of campus ground, it didn't take long before the zippo was found in one of the pockets of the neutral black messenger bag, as well as the 20-pack, now with less than ten cigarettes left. During the last few days, he had burned through them quicker than usually, pretty much just finishing one for then to go over to the next one. He opened the pack and pulled out the pack. Inside of it, there was a 5-grams pack of weed as well, he had bought it, but he hadn't had the guts to smoke it. Either that, or he was simply waiting for a moment where he felt depressed enough.
The blue hair cheered him up a little, he had pretty much just finished to fix it after it arrived in the mail. It had been easy to work with and all, it was just getting the color he wanted that had been taking like forever. he walked up to the parking lot for a hood to sit on, and quite quickly noticed Rory and Zee standing at one point. It'd at least brighten up the day a little...
He walked up to them, one foot in front of the other and gave them a friendly nod before leaning back on to a lighting pole, not having anything better to stand by. "Hey" He said casually, though his voice was about as feminine as ever. And seeing he was pretty much an entirely different person, he wasn't even sure if they'd recognize him, though it'd be kind of funny if they didn't, in some twisted humor kind of way. He was pulling from the cigarette in not exactly a low speed, something that tended to happen when he was in a really bad mood. He could go through one a minute and end up smoking for the next twenty minutes if it suited him.
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Eventually however, the nightmare referred to as a class ended, and he was already in a shit mood. The day went like any other day, no popularity, no case of everyone surrounding you for a little bit of your attention, nothing. At the best, he was just ignored. It had been so tempting to just jump out of the window to leave the nightmare, though it wasn't as easy as it sounded. He wasn't a delinquent, he just hated homework and tests, it was just systems used to make sure that everyone ended up entirely the same, whatever kind of good they expected to find in that.
After brutally throwing the books in the locker and picking up his jacket, Nathan quickly moved towards the front doors. While seniors, juniors and even some sophomores giving friendly waves, it was pretty amazing really that his 'secret' still had yet to be leaked. Or, it was leaking, it just hadn't reached very fast yet seeing that most freshmen had little contact with the upperclassmen, at least from his view. There were naturally exceptions, but he had yet to get an impression of good contact across the classes. It was like social grades or economic grades really.
After getting out of campus ground, it didn't take long before the zippo was found in one of the pockets of the neutral black messenger bag, as well as the 20-pack, now with less than ten cigarettes left. During the last few days, he had burned through them quicker than usually, pretty much just finishing one for then to go over to the next one. He opened the pack and pulled out the pack. Inside of it, there was a 5-grams pack of weed as well, he had bought it, but he hadn't had the guts to smoke it. Either that, or he was simply waiting for a moment where he felt depressed enough.
The blue hair cheered him up a little, he had pretty much just finished to fix it after it arrived in the mail. It had been easy to work with and all, it was just getting the color he wanted that had been taking like forever. he walked up to the parking lot for a hood to sit on, and quite quickly noticed Rory and Zee standing at one point. It'd at least brighten up the day a little...
He walked up to them, one foot in front of the other and gave them a friendly nod before leaning back on to a lighting pole, not having anything better to stand by. "Hey" He said casually, though his voice was about as feminine as ever. And seeing he was pretty much an entirely different person, he wasn't even sure if they'd recognize him, though it'd be kind of funny if they didn't, in some twisted humor kind of way. He was pulling from the cigarette in not exactly a low speed, something that tended to happen when he was in a really bad mood. He could go through one a minute and end up smoking for the next twenty minutes if it suited him.
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Samantha Maria Hale
|| Monday 2nd of December || Gambling, smoking || Classroom, The parking lot ||
|| Monday 2nd of December || Gambling, smoking || Classroom, The parking lot ||
The class was surprisingly fun, but it was mainly because she was in a bet with another person in the classroom. The teacher they had tended to yawn a lot while talking and / or writing, which made a fun bet. They were both going to count how many times he yawned, for then to see which one was more correct, having the help from another person in class to count. Regardless of if she counted right or not, it was simply the one that was closest that won.
The class ended eventually and they grouped up.
"Seventeen" the girl said. "Twenty-one" Samantha replied. "Twenty" Said the controller, and Samantha laughed, getting both a pack of cigarettes as well as 200 dollars, 100 which was her own stake. "Better luck next time?" She asked with a slight grin. The girl shrugged casually while getting her backpack. "Eh, doesn't bother me, there's plenty of others" Samantha replied before leaving the room with a simple black coat thrown over her shoulder.
The parking lot was crowded, just like always. People were either smoking or hanging out with those who was smoking, it wasn't that much of a system really. She brushed some of her hair aside while walking. It was a bit chilly, so she ended up with pulling the coat on herself as well, closing it.
She lit a cigarette in silence and simply looked at all the others, quite many today actually. There actually appeared to be some new people as well, which wasn't all too common.
The class ended eventually and they grouped up.
"Seventeen" the girl said. "Twenty-one" Samantha replied. "Twenty" Said the controller, and Samantha laughed, getting both a pack of cigarettes as well as 200 dollars, 100 which was her own stake. "Better luck next time?" She asked with a slight grin. The girl shrugged casually while getting her backpack. "Eh, doesn't bother me, there's plenty of others" Samantha replied before leaving the room with a simple black coat thrown over her shoulder.
The parking lot was crowded, just like always. People were either smoking or hanging out with those who was smoking, it wasn't that much of a system really. She brushed some of her hair aside while walking. It was a bit chilly, so she ended up with pulling the coat on herself as well, closing it.
She lit a cigarette in silence and simply looked at all the others, quite many today actually. There actually appeared to be some new people as well, which wasn't all too common.
Kirk Williams
|| Monday 2nd of December || Leaving class, Smoking || Classroom, Parking lot, Smoke Spot ||
Walking out of class, Kirks hands were dug deep in his pocket as a scowl cascaded over his face. Kirk thought to himself with antipathy fuck this asshole teacher. “Oh Mr. Williams your late why don’t you get some extra work.” He imitated under his breath as he hurried down the hallway, pulling his hood up in a jerking movement.
“Young man please take your hood off in the building.”
Said a high pitched and soft but assertive voice as Kirk ignored her and kept on storming down the corridor. I need to go have a smoke Kirk said to himself as he was nearing his locker. whirling the lock angrily and miss entering the combination a few times, he managed to recover his back pack. Locking it once more he threw it on and continued down the flow of students. Looking up to see precisely how he was going to exit the building, he saw a beautiful blue haired girl storm out. Wow he thought to himself finally a decent looking girl, it’s about time. Which in turn cheered him up a bit as he was bumped into by a freshman who said something like “Fuck you.” As he passed; Kirk followed him, and said “Bitch.” Just another day of school Kirk thought as he busted through the door to the air that filled his body with delight
Continuing on to the parking lot to smoke and catch a friend or two as he noticed Rory standing beside his sister; Kirk looked at him for a couple seconds and then looked away in discomfiture as he said to himself I’m not gay. Looking at the others approaching he walked away still lethal to a place to relax.
Sitting on one of the chairs in the smoke spot he rolled up a joint on his lap, and brought it up to his face. He wet the paper and lit the end.
Dani Leiber
It was Monday, the second of December. Dani forced herself to get out of bed. Another crappy day. She grabbed her towel off of her dresser and dragged her feet into her bathroom. Once the hot water was running in the shower, her day was slightly more bearable. She felt wide awake once she got out.
Dani glanced at her window. It looks like it's going to be cold today... She opened her dresser drawers to find a pair of her dark skinny jeans. With those, she put on a blue long-sleeved shirt. To keep her feet warm, she put on a pair of her Ugg boots. I'm missing something. She stood in front of her full mirror and tried to figure out what it was she was missing. Oh! My scarf... She rolled her eyes and grabbed a matching knitted scarf and wrapped it around her neck. Her eyes looked over her overall appearance in the mirror once more. Satisfied, she gave herself a small nod and grabbed her backpack. "Father, I'm leaving for school!" she called out before walking out the door.
Dani walked down the street from her house. She was too young to drive and her dad was too busy working to drive her to school. Her mind was set on getting to school on time. Regardless of whether she liked it or not, she knew it was something that had to get done, so she was always sure to do as she needed. She hated cold winter days, especially since she had to walk. It made everything feel much more miserable. She looked at the sky. At least it didn't look too bad.
Oncee she got to the school, she made her way around to the side of one of the buildings. She never attended class fully sober. In her backpack was a small medicine bottle with little green buds in it. At the bottom of her bag was a small glass pipe. She pulled it out and broke up the green buds until she had enough in the bowl. Her father smoked cigarettes, so he always had lighters on hand, which Dani would often steal. He questioned her every once in a while, but he figured he must have misplaced them in the end, letting Dani off the hook. She sparked a small flame and hovered it right above the bowl, inhaling slowly, but deeply to take in the smoke. Dani was sure to hold it for a while before releasing it in a stream through her pink glossed lips. She examined the bowl to see how much she had left. That should be another hit and then I'm done. She lit it up one more time and slowly inhaled all of the smoke to repeat the process of holding it in and releasing it. The eye drops were already in her hand. She quickly squeezed a drop into each eye before putting the medicine bottle, pipe, and eye drops back in her bag and walking around the corner to enter the school. And now to get on with it... She pretended like no one was there as she made her way to her first class.
Jay Noel
As soon as was outside, she saw Rory and Zee was there so she began walking in between some people. As she was walking she notices someone with quite pretty blue hair leaning on a pole next to them. Might as well go introduce myself and finally reached them. "I love your hair" Jay smiled at the girl.
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