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Post by riley on Aug 24, 2011 2:22:25 GMT -5
  your cruel device your blood like ice
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riley's forearms leaned on the handrail of the shopping cart as he slowly pushed his way through an aisle. his mother had practically forced him out of the house to get groceries, and the only reason he had gone out was because she was letting him get whatever he wanted, as long as he picked up a few things that she needed too. she had given him fifty dollars, and he knew he had about fifteen extra in his back pocket. he had just pulled some clothes on from his bedroom floor before he had left - just a plain white t-shirt and some old jeans. you couldn't even really tell that his clothes were dirty, other than a smudge of dirt by the collar of his shirt. he had worn the shirt when he had been helping his father fix something on the roof, and a bunch of sand and dirt had fallen right on top of him. he didn't enjoy much of anything after that, and left his job to go inside and sleep.
but now, here he was at twenty-two years old, shopping for his mother. it wasn't just his mother, though. it was his father and his younger sister and himself. riley, we all know, would eat most of the food. he stopped the cart and looked to his left, where they had a bunch of cereal boxes stacked neatly beside each other. he picked up a box of lucky charms, looked it over, then tossed it into the cart. so far, he had gotten a loaf of bread, a carton of orange juice, some skittles, a 24 pack of water bottles, and a bag of carrots. he had the shopping list saved in his phone but didn't bother looking at it - he would know what he needed to get and what he didn't eventually.
riley decided it would be best if he picked up some sort of cereal for his mom too, so he threw in a box of cheerios and stopped his cart so he could look into it. his brown eyes found that he didn't even have close to $50 yet, so he had the rest to spend on himself. if he came across something that his mom needed, he'd get it, but he was his first priority. riley's mouth turned up in a small smirk, and he pushed his cart forwards. he wasn't really looking where he was going, because when he reached the end of the aisle, his cart crashed into another cart. this caught his attention and made him jump a little. luckily, nothing had fallen from his cart so he saved himself a little bit of integrity. "oh, i'm sorry." he hadn't even looked at who he had ran into, but he figured it would be nice of him to apologize anyways.
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Post by BRANDON RICHARD STEELE on Aug 26, 2011 17:26:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
An unwilling Brandon rolled out of bed, his blanket sloppily falling to the ground and meeting his hardwood flooring. His sheets were colored a velvety red and thick in size and they looked better when they were made-up on his bed, but most of the time they were as they were now; messed up and in a pile on the floor at the foot of his bed. He kept the shades duct-taped shut, blocking the sun from coming in on his days off of school. He partied hard on the nights he knew he could, and most of the time didn’t wake up until about two in the afternoon. Brandon got in the shower and freshened up, getting dressed in some blue jeans and a tight shirt that he found himself wearing often. It wasn’t until he walked into the kitchen that he realized there was little to no food at their house, and he grabbed his wallet and keys shortly before leaving the house. He got paid for doing stuff around the house, like mowing the lawn, and just keeping the house in order as far as that goes, and most of the time he did the shopping for food because he liked having his favorite foods, not the others. Selfish, yeah, but someone like him didn’t care as long as no one complained. He’d get their stuff too; it wasn’t like he was just taking care of himself. It took less than five minutes to get to the grocery store, it being right close to his house.
He walked through the store and grabbed a cart, going through the aisles one by one, throwing different types of food in the cart at a time. Eating had to be Brandon’s second favorite thing to do; he was almost always eating something, and he’d eat just about anything, healthy or not. As the trip progressed, he leaned forward more on the shopping cart and while he was doing a mental checklist he felt a jolt into another cart, and he jumped upright, looking angry at first as it was his first reaction. He looked at the guy behind the cart though, and it seemed like his anger washed away in an instance, if you could call it anger. He laughed a little bit, “its fine, man. I wasn’t looking. Haven’t seen you in a while.” Had it been anyone other than Riley, he might have been less understanding, even though he was partially to blame as well for the collision. He stopped the cart and pulled it out of the way, but didn’t walk away yet.“You shopping for the family, too?”
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Post by riley on Aug 30, 2011 0:17:58 GMT -5
your cruel device your blood like ice
*-- one look could kill my pain your thrill- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
when he heard the voice of the person he had ran into, he looked up. a small smile grew on his face. he thought he recognized that voice. riley pulled his own cart back a bit so he wasn't in brandon's way. he nodded when brandon mentioned that it had been a while. it was the truth. riley hadn't managed to go out much since he graduated nearly four years ago. the farthest he had gone would be a few hours away for a party. hell, he couldn't think of the last time he even left the state. of course, he had seen brandon around sometimes, but when he did their conversations were either quick and short, or he didn't get the chance to talk to him. the two had been pretty good friends throughout their school years, and riley was glad that they still spoke to each other every now and again. he knew that some people graduated and never spoke to any of their classmates again, and that wasn't really something riley wanted to happen to him. despite the fights he got in with some of them, it was nice to see a familiar face occasionally.
riley nodded and laughed when brandon spoke again. "yeah. well mostly for me, but i guess everyone else can have the leftovers." the funny part was, riley wasn't even really kidding. of course he'd share, but he would consider himself to have the first pick of everything. if he was making the extra work to go out and buy everything, riley kept a smile on his face and then realized that he hadn't spoken to brandon in a while, as he had said before. "how have you been?"
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