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Post by Jamys Durand on Sept 26, 2011 16:27:52 GMT -8
Pffffftttttt[/color] A lit blunt in one hand whilst the other patched the lighter away into his vest pocket Jamys sat on the john feeling somewhat at ease as the cool feeling ran through his body. At first it was tingling, a sort of happy bliss traveled through his limbs before finding himself warm and numb everywhere. Today was a Monday, and as his friends called it he had a bad case of the Monday's which by all considerations it was a serious infliction of both the heart and head. So for fifth period he decided to get away from it all, no jumbling math problems or teenaged drama, no call of the teachers on his already hungover persona just him and his blunt. Of course he had to throw off their trail, he'd gotten the stigma of being a school druggie so each time he went missing nowadays they sent a security guard or pillar to drag him from the restroom stalls and back to class with a medium buzz going on. That's why today was different, today he'd planned ahead, instead of going left into the males' restroom he chose right and sat now in the woman's stall. GENIUS!!! *Eeeiiiicchhh* The door opening set of a paranoid attack, feet shooting upwards to the fetal position atop the toilet would send his trajectory backwards butt stuck in the toilet, moist with the water. "Ewwwww.."[/ul]
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 26, 2011 16:40:47 GMT -8
Kirsty was bored, that much was evident as she wandered the halls. She was slowly healing now, her face was considerably less bruised than it had been before, but sufficient to say she knew she needed some make up.
Instead of aimlessly making her way around the school she decided to make a beeline directly for the girls bathroom, her bag slung up onto her back. Today she looked halfway normalk, with a pair of blue skinny jeans on her slender legs, her trademark combat boots, a plain white vest that was one or two sizes too big and a wristband covering the scars that lay vertically on her wrist.
Humming a random tune to herself she pushed open the bathroom door, instantly hearing a dull splash and a muttering of "ewwww" but thinking nothing of it as she went to the mirror. As per usual she wore some light cover-up to hide her bruises and kept her usual neon eyeshadow and black eyeliner on, pausing only to add a little light lipgloss.
"Good as new."
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Post by Jamys Durand on Sept 26, 2011 16:49:59 GMT -8
Pumpffft[/i] Now came the difficult part, wedged between the butt markers of the can Jamys looked around for any sort of leverage he could muster, of course finding non other than the toilet paper roll which he'd used to roll up his joint he was left with an absolute nothing. Feeling the paranoia set in he waited quietly for a second feeling himself seemingly sink inwards, deeper and deeper into the potential cesspool he'd unintentionally claimed to be his stooping spot. Part of him had hoped that the pillars would walk in to save him from this disaster, of course he very much doubted that seeing as all the current pillars were boys whom had no apparent sense of humor to linger with. Finding no sense of relief out of this Jamys twittered his legs back and forth motioning them to kick the door. Klunk, Klunk, Klunk.The badgering noise portrayed on and on hoping that someone would capture his presence, of course the abated fear that due to his current predicament he'd be force to remain her until some sort of service left him stuck to suffer the iron hand of the law. Quickly he stopped noting that any law enforcement would steal away his dooby. PFFFFFFFTTTTAkahahcdndngslgnjg *incoherant coughing noises*"He'd snuffed it all, the bud now dropped between his legs and into the pool of water gripping at his behind. "Anyone lend me a hand." Another viral cough before clearing his throat and making an attempt upwards, of course the cubicle now turned into a hot box of second hand weed high.[/ul]
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 26, 2011 16:58:34 GMT -8
It was at that moment that Kirsty realised something was wrong with this picture, walking back to the door she opened it to make sure that she'd walked into the correct bathroom. Sure enough this was the girl's room, but that male voice was unmistakeable.
"Hello?"
As she walked back over to the cubicles, she opened them slowly one by one, until she came to one that was locked. In any normal situation she would have left the door alone but something was telling her to open it.
Pulling her switchblade out of her pocket she stuck it into the screw on the lock and twisted it, hearing it click open. She braced herself then slowly pushed open the door.
Instantly she was greeted by a gust of second hand smoke, the smell of it made her gag, it wasn't difficult to tell what it was. Kirsty put a hand to her mouth and nose, both to block the smell and to hide her laughter as she saw a guy who seemed to be lodged in the porcelain bowl.
"Need a hand?"
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Post by Jamys Durand on Sept 28, 2011 14:41:48 GMT -8
It was a little embarrassing, his face frozen in shock as it glimpsed upwards in surprise at the girl undoubtedly hovering above his position left to the vulnerability of legs flung upwards in the air spread wide apart while his arse hung dampened in the toilet water keeping him weighed down. He scratched his brow with the singed hand, caked with a dark recess of the ashy resolve left from his lighter and the many smokes he'd lit up throughout the day.
"That'd be killer."
He was still a bit stoned so his voice would be a decibel higher than would be normal in this situation as his arms groped out grabbing for a hand up. In this position he strongly resembled a turtle having been flipped over and left to rest on its shell.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 28, 2011 15:34:27 GMT -8
Kirsty raised an eyebrow, her expression full of amusement as she reached out, taking the hand of the boy. She had to admit, this was one of the funniest things she'd ever seen.
"One, two, three..."
She pulled him up, her expression strained as she struggled against the tightness of the toilet bowl. She felt pretty awkward trying to help this rather good looking guy pull himself out of a toilet, a girl's toilet none the least.
When she had finally managed to dislodge him from his trapped state, Kirsty found herself on the floor, her butt stinging painfully from the impact.
"Oww..."
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Post by Jamys Durand on Sept 29, 2011 22:28:13 GMT -8
"One, two, three..."
He'd find himself counting with her as he felt the edges of his cheeks seize against the narrow edges of the toilet bowel finding their way to make a suction noise along the same lines as a plunger would.
*FWWWOOOOOP*
His body would dislodge from the entrapment and find its way awkwardly atop hers hands pinning over her shoulders and mounting her shortly along the waist.
"Oww..."
He'd look up and down from the position finding himself frozen, body immobile from the shock. Was he actually touching a girl? Not to mention in a compromising position. Immediately as the thought crossed his mind his face flushed a rosy hue, eyes watering with the shock of her meeting eye contact with him before forcibly pushing himself back off coming to the back of the door and leaning against it.
"Heh Thanks, would have been hell to pay if someone else found me."
He'd scratch the back of his head before looking away shyly.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 8:15:39 GMT -8
(Note: I do realise that this has posted loads of times, something went wrong with my browser and it posted it too much. Unfortunately I can't delete them. It won't let me.)
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 8:16:19 GMT -8
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 8:17:59 GMT -8
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 8:26:53 GMT -8
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 9:01:48 GMT -8
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 9:02:51 GMT -8
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 9:06:01 GMT -8
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 30, 2011 9:06:42 GMT -8
As the boy lay on top of her, Kirsty's eyes were wide in shock. She cleared her throat and picked herself up as he moved away. She rubbed her sore tush and smiled at him, blushing.
"Don't sweat it."
She looked the boy up and down, he seemed to be particularly shy now that he was out of his porcelain prison. Kirsty brushed her hair out of her eyes and took a cigarette out of her packet, offering him one. If he took it she'd hand him her lighter, if not then she'd replace the pack in her pocket.
"So you thought it'd be safer to come into the girl's bathroom?"
She was of course referring to his choice of recreational drug. Usually she frowned on that kind of thing, but this guy was hot so she decided to forgive him. Kevala had been MIA for a while and Kirsty had begun to feel like she was finally forgetting her. It made her feel good.
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