OZ SAXTON
MALE 
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0203
FULL TIME STUDENT[M:0:]
it's you and me and the bottle makes three tonight
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Post by OZ SAXTON on Jun 13, 2013 22:29:20 GMT -5
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[/div] Oz knew that he would have to be quiet, quiet and quick, but no matter what he did he couldn’t stop grinning like a moron. New York was just so much better then the small town his parents dragged him to. There was so much more to do; more clubs, more people, and more drugs. It was so easy to get what he wanted here, it was almost laughable.
Of course he could have fun all he wanted while he was out…but he would have to go home eventually. Thankfully not back to his parents God forsaken cabin in the woods, but back to an apartment in Brooklyn with his two older sisters. His parents would reprimand him if he showed up toasted, but his sisters either didn’t care or just didn’t know what to do with him. Still, he never liked to push his luck. They were pretty cool when it came to his hobbies for now, but to keep it that way Oz figured he should keep it low key, ya know?
It was late, so hopefully they would both be asleep and not yelling at each other; they seemed to never stop fucking fighting. He couldn’t understand how they could run their mouths all day that loud and still have the energy for anything else. It seemed exhausting. Usually when he had to be home with them he’d blast music or the tv just to drown them out. No God damn volume control. It was a miracle the neighbors didn’t get them kicked out.
He crept up to the door, fumbling clumsily with his keys. But he got distracted by the way the metal shined in the poor lighting; it was weirdly memorizing to move the key back in forth in the light, like a little metal candle…
Finally Oz pulled his focus back in enough to open the door and get into the apartment. The coast was clear, which was good, cause Oz knew Nemo would smell the pot and vodka on him if she even entered the room. He briefly considered showering, but as his eyes roamed the apartment a more appealing thought occurred to him; food.
Yep, he definitely had the munchies. With a grin he plowed his way through the mess of the front room to get to the kitchen. What should he make? Mashed potatoes? Grilled cheese? On a whim he opened the fridge and squinted dumbly into the light. Yeah, eggs! That’s the fucking stuff. He grabbed the carton and a pan and started on his midnight snack. There might have been a few eggshells in the yellow gook, but who was that picky, right? Halfway through cooking Oz wandered off, wondering where he had left the vodka before he left. He made it all the way back to his room when the fire alarm went off, a second later the sprinklers sparked to life in the hallways and all of the rooms.
“Fuck me…” Oz muttered, the cold water and loud noises rousing him enough to make him run back to the kitchen. Fire…shit. He got a towel and tried to pat out the fire, but the cotton caught fire faster than a candle wick. “S-Shit! NEMO! FUCKING FIRE! FIRE IN THE KITCHEN!” He screamed, scrambling to find something else to make the flames calm. This was not exactly the sneaky entrance he had been planning... tag NEMO & JUDAL <333 ▪ words 566 ▪ notes yay finally got this up! Here you go guys~ [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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NEMO SAXTON
FEMALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0203
PET PHOTOGRAPHER[M:0:]
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Post by NEMO SAXTON on Jun 14, 2013 0:00:00 GMT -5
Nemo had never been terribly fond of staying up. In fact, she had never been fond of the night life of even the city that she lived in. Too many shady people, too loud music, and to be quite honest. She was always more of an early bird rather than a night owl. That was just how things were, although. She supposed it wasn't something that she should have been proud of considering her age. Even Nemo couldn't help but be the slightest bit ashamed that she wasn't moving and grooving with the others that she was expected to associate with. Though, in all fairness. It wasn't like she had very many friends these days. Or ever actually. Which probably explained more than enough about why she invested so much time on her siblings.
So unlike her very much nocturnal siblings - though, she was hardly aware of that fact in the first place - Nemo had found herself asleep by eight at night. How she slept through the entire night and well into the morning? It was something that she hadn't even found an answer to yet. Blankets rustled, the woman tossing and turning in her sleep every so often. It only stopped when she had settled into a comfortable position. It didn't last for long though. The sprinklers went off and in an instant, she sat up. The first thought that had occurred to her was why it was raining in the first place. The second thought was that who in the hell set them off. She yanked the covers off, dashing out into the main room of their apartment. "God damn it, Oswald!" She snapped, her now damp hair pressed to her skin.
Freaking, why did he always have to do stupid things like this? Always, always had to cause her trouble! All she wanted was one night. One night where she didn't have to panic and wake up to stupid things like this. The fact she hadn't died from anxiety yet was a miracle in itself. She clicked her tongue, glancing around the room to try and find the fire extinguisher. Ugh, this was horrible. She'd have to pay more to fix all the water damage that happened to the apartment too. Nemo dashed to the kitchen, yanking the pin and turning it slightly in her hands. "What the hell were you thinking?" She glanced at the clock, trying to pull the hose up in a hurry. He was such a freaking idiot. And where was Janie during all of this? Was she sleeping still or something?
She scrambled, pressing down onto the clasp and the white foam being sprayed out on the fire. The flames gradually grew smaller and smaller, the woman breathing out softly when they finally did. Ugh, why did he always pull this kind of crap at this time of the day? What the hell was he even doing awake anyways? She merely shook her head, setting down the red tank. More than tempted to hit her youngest sibling over the head with it. The sprinklers eventually came to a stop, Nemo merely glaring at her siblings. What had she done to deserve this even? She was a good person! She thought she was a good person. "How? Start explaining, now."
And where the hell was Janie?
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JUDAL SAXTON
FEMALE
Honeywood : Four #0203
High School Student[M:0:]
Such a plain girl
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Post by JUDAL SAXTON on Jun 20, 2013 16:39:10 GMT -5
Late at night? Well no shit Judal was going to be awake. Very much like her younger brother the teenage girl was a night owl. While no she wasn't running around getting high, drunk, or livin' the wanna-be thug life she was still up to her own shenanigans typically. Graffiti. The current passion of her life. It wasn't just some simple tagging of the word 'fuck' or some dumbshit like that. Hell no. She made art. Like Baksy, Swoon, or Margaret Kilgallen! She wasn't just painting to vandalize, she was expressing her artistic individuality. Just... in an illegal sort of way.
Tonight however the girl was not out and about like Osmond was. She had just recently finished her latest project and it was time to prepare for the next. That meant making stencils. With her bedroom door locked the girl had laid out over the floor a large collection of cardboard. Anytime she saw an abandoned cardboard box around the city she grabbed it, folding it down and shoving it under her bed for times like this. Beside her she had a box cutter, xacto knife, and collection of sharpies as well as pencils. Steadily she worked on each stencil piece, taking advantage of the rare quiet state of the apartment. No fucking Nemo to be up in her grill like always.
But of course even this peaceful moment had to be ruined. As the sprinklers suddenly went off Judal gave a small cry in surprise, looking up to see the water pouring all over her room. Everything was going to get soaked! Hearing Oz's shouts for Nemo about a fire she knew immediately that her reetarded younger brother had done something to cause this. "OZ," she screeched in fury as she tried to hastily shove all the cardboard under her bed. She couldn't afford for it all to get soaked! It'd warp and ruin the stencils she'd been cutting out! A string of curses left her lips as she scrambled about collecting them all. Fucking Oz, god fucking damnit Oz! Just one night could they have nothing go wrong? None of them fucking something up!?
With the cardboard safely stashed away Jude pushed up to her feet, wearing a pair of pajama pants and tank. Both now pretty wet. Damp black hair clung to her face as she stomped out of her bedroom. Following the smell of smoke she found her way to the kitchen, just as Nemo was finishing putting out the fire. "What the fucking hell Osmond!? You dumb fuck, going to burn down the entire complex! And if not, at least ruin ALL our shit by triggering the sprinklers," she shouted angrily.
Just one fucking night. One night.
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OZ SAXTON
MALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0203
FULL TIME STUDENT[M:0:]
it's you and me and the bottle makes three tonight
Posts: 14
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Post by OZ SAXTON on Jun 20, 2013 18:13:17 GMT -5
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[/div] Oz heard the sounds of angry chicks and groaned as opened the freezer a little franticly, looking for something to cure the problem. Randomly he grabbed a bag of frozen peas and a tray of ice. He slammed the freezer door shut and spun around just as Nemo came running into the kitchen…with a fire extinguisher. Right. He’d forgotten about those. When she asked what he was thinking he paused in shock, trying to remember what it was he had actually been doing.
“Uh…well I just-“ But he cut himself off; his mouth falling open as Nemo viciously attacked the flames with the frothy foam spraying from the fire extinguisher. Where did she even get one of those, anyway? He’d never seen them on sale at Walgreens or the mall...
His eyes had glazed over as he stood there thinking about meaningless things while Nemo cleared up his mess…well, one of the messes he’d made that night. There would still be foam left over to clean up, the probably ruined pan, and of course all of the water damage they could fix without having to call in a professional. Even Nemo directly addressing him didn’t rouse him enough to answer; he merely shrugged and bit his lower lip, which still tasted like vodka.
Only Judal’s overly dramatic entrance made him step of his short bus of thought. He glared right back at her as she spoke, but she was pretty boring to look at so his eyes started roaming around the kitchen. Fuck, it didn’t look good. But it wasn’t his fault; the burners were clearly a fire hazard!
“I was just trying to make some fucking food; it’s not my fault it decided to light itself on fire!” Oz yelled back, gesturing at the stove, the bag of peas still in his hand. He paused, looked down at the frozen products in confusion before shaking his head and setting them down on the counter.
Needing something to do with his hands, he fumbled in his pocket for a lighter and a cigarette, lighting it with a swift and practiced movement before taking a long drag. Ah yeah, much better. He could already feel his irritation ebbing. He exhaled toward the ceiling, a small smile pulling onto his face. “Alright guys, it’s no biggie, go on back to bed, I’ve got this.”
With a smile still on his face he walked past the other two and grabbed some paper towels that had been protected by the overhanging cabinets. Tearing off a large section Oz used it to mop up the fire extinguisher…stuff. Whatever the hell it was. As he did so he continued to smoke, the awkward silence barely registering in his brain as he worked. He would make this right, and then the girls would get off his back and he could crash.
“See? Your man Oz got dis under control. You Motherfuckers ain’t got nothing to worry about.” But unfortunately for Osmond, things were never as simple as mopping up a mess with paper towels. In fact, Oz was just making it worse. As he turned to address his siblings he took the cigarette out of his mouth and reached behind him, pressing the lit end into the closest thing it came in contact with.
That object just so happened to be the dry paper towels, and as he spoke that little burning flame on the tip of theused cigarette spread. It wasn’t until he turned around, reaching blindly for the towels did he notice; and not with his eyes. “AHHH FUCKING DAMN IT.” He jumped back, cradling his burnt hand to his chest as the fiery paper towels tumbled onto the still lit burner, sending up another shot of flames.
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