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Post by aqua2 on Feb 16, 2013 19:49:31 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top]WORDS: 296
TAGS: BAILEY
NOTES: here<3CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;] kraven packed up a small jar with a familiar green substance before shoving it into his dufflebag. of course, anyone who saw him walk outside on a saturday afternoon with a random bag over his shoulders would know that he wasn't going to school. but luckily enough for him, that wasn't where he was going. one of the plus sides of living in an apartment remotely near the university was that there were plenty of college students here who wanted or needed some kind of narcotic, for whatever their reason was. so kraven pulled a white hoodie over his head and grabbed his duffle bag before heading out the door.
his way down the hall toward the stairwell was pretty quiet, as there weren't many residents who hung out in front of their apartments. but he finally got to the stairs and made his way up one floor before exiting out onto the third level hallway. he took a glance down at his cell phone, where the room number was listed in a recent text. glancing up, he realized he was heading in the wrong direction, since the numbers were moving in the opposite direction. so kraven made a u-turn and continued along until he finally got to the door he was looking for.
with a small smile, kraven knocked a little tune into bailey's door, wondering if the other male would know it was him, since he did this knock every time he visited a client. kraven wasn't really too familiar with this bailey figure, but he seemed like a pretty nice guy to hang out with. "hello?" ven called softly through the door, as if the people in their own apartments would be offended by him talking. well, now all there was to do was wait. |
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Post by skull0 on Feb 16, 2013 21:45:44 GMT -5
Bailey was sprawled out on his couch, hand dipped to the floor barely holding the PlayStation 3's wireless controller. Macaroni cheese and burger grease made it either shine or covered with yellow, as well as a noodle plastered to his shirt and the macaroni dripping off his television from being thrown. The young man groaned as he stirred due to the rap at his door. Something about it brought a vague sense of familiarity, which told his brain someone important stood at the other side. He would groan again before sliding off the couch and into his sweatpants.
He shuffled toward the door, still half-alseep in his endeavors. Really, the exhausted bluenette didn't know what he was thinking when he took the manager position at the arcade. All that, plus college was really kicking his ass... not to mention all the other shit he got himself into--it was only when he was waking up did the poor chump regret it. Bailey stumbled over an empty beer bottle, though was lucky enough to catch himself against the door. He didn't know why he bothered looking through the peephole, his tired vision blurry enough as it was didn't need to know the perspective of a common goldfish.
There wasn't a recognizable feature, but he unlocked the door and swung it open. "Make yourself at home!" Stretching arms lifted as though to cheer, yet instead of said cheer all he emitted afterward was a powerful yawn. The bluenette popped open his fridge, pulling out the carton of iced coffee and drinking from it. Glug after glug, he continued. His messy apartment victim to the scrutiny to his guest, having forgotten he texted the latter to bring him a certain present for the day. At last, he'd gotten a day off. No classes, no work, and he was gonna speed it fuckin' high as fuck. He gasped for air, arm swiping across his mouth to wipe away the wet of the liquid. "Want some?" He offered the carton, intending to get a glass if the person took him up on it.
Whatever he said, Bailey shrugged and put the drink away. To his ears, he heard a decline. "Hold up, I gotta wash-up..." A hand waved dismissively to his game stations and the boxes pulled off the shelf, some open some not, "you can watch TV or play a game, I don't care..."
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Post by aqua2 on Feb 20, 2013 21:10:52 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top]WORDS: 344
TAGS: BAILEY
NOTES: here<3CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;] ven waited patiently from outside the other man's apartment, and blinked in surprise when he heard something of a commotion from inside -- did bailey trip on something? -- before the door was swung open. the male just stood there, taking in the blue-haired male's appearance before chuckling lightly to himself. "another long day at work or something?" he asked playfully, obviously joking around. ven didn't really know bailey too well since they'd only ever met a few times. none of the meetings had been at bailey's apartment though, so this was the first time ven was getting to see his living space.
the place was a little messy, but ven wasn't really one to judge since his apartment wasn't the best organized place either. he watched bailey walk away into the kitchen to get something out of the fridge and made his way into the living room. he plopped down on the couch, tossing his duffle bag onto the cushion next to him. the jars in his bag clanged together softly as it hit the couch, but ven didn't really care. the blue-haired male suddenly offered him something to drink from the bottle he held in his hand, and ven laughed before shaking his head. "nah, i'm good. thanks."
ven was a little surprised, however, when bailey suddenly claimed that he needed to wash up. the snowy-haired male shrugged lazily and lounged back into the couch, picking up the controller to the game bailey had been playing. ven fooled around with it while he waited for his client to do whatever it was he had to do, wasting time in a very interesting fashion -- he'd never played this game before. but before he fucked up any of bailey's game shit, he found a save point, saved the game, and turned off the console before doing the opposite to the television. using the remote, he flicked through the channels trying to find something that would hold his interest for more than ten seconds. he called out after bailey, "you almost done? i'm getting bored." |
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Post by skull0 on Feb 21, 2013 12:58:24 GMT -5
Bailey shuffled down the hall, into his bedroom and the bathroom attached. His limbs trembled as warm water was splashed on his face, rubbing all the sleep out of his handsome features. Brushing his teeth, cleansing his face with a wash and then contemplating a shower. Eventually the drug-dealer waiting for him in the other room had been dismissed from his mind. Though when he heard the man call out, he was reminded that just because he could wait didn't mean that others could. He snorted, calling back, "Yeah! Sorry!" He'd just rinse off real quick...
However, once Bailey got in the shower he decided he may as well wash his hair and everything while he was there. In total, it couldn't have taken more than five or ten minutes, so he wasn't really concerned (although he could have been upwards of an hour and he still wouldn't be bothered). He walked out into the hallway that separated the bedrooms. "Hey. I just need to put on some clothes then I'll be done." He informed, slipping back into his bedroom. Drying himself down, then tossing on a thin, grey sweater depicting a particular Disney mouse at the center and solid black jeans.
The towel draped across his shoulders to catch the water from his still drippy hair didn't do much to prevent the shirt getting wet, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He'd deal with it when his hair was dry or whatever. Bailey finally emerged from his room, taking to picking up some of the mess while he spoke to the latter, "How much do you need again?" He asked, forgetting the price last time. Ven was convenient enough that Bailey often bought from him whatever he needed, but he'd been so busy lately he didn't really have the chance to indulge himself.
Basically, he forgot Ven's usual rate. And also, there was no reason he might pay as much as he had the previous times.
Completing the task of clearing out some of the trash, the bluenette exhaled as he plopped beside the latter on the couch. "Phew." His leg accidentally nudged the bag, but he wasn't bothered so he wouldn't shift back. "I finally got a day off, no classes to worry about and no work." He sighed, lounging back. "Hopefully, I won't get called back in to clean up someone's mess." Head turned toward the television, idly watching while he awaited Ven's business. "You sure you're not hungry or anything?" He faced the male again, wanting to make it up to his guest for being absent when he arrived.
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