Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Aug 30, 2015 17:57:13 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]A new start, a new school. Erin wasn't particularly looking forward to the new school side of moving to Beacon Hills, she was far more interested in what she and Jade had actually come here for- finding the supernatural. But because of the law, or something, she apparently couldn't just not go to school and instead run around the woods all day. She didn't see how she could get anything out of this experience, after all, she was a senior now, what else was there too learn? She could happily just leave school and live her life pursuing supernatural things with Jade.
She'd got out of bed with a groan that morning. It was way earlier then she'd usually get out of bed, or even wake up, and she also had to get ready and go to school, which she wasn't happy about. Why her family insisted on making her do this she didn't know. Still, she did her usual make up in record time- simple, while still enhancing her best features. She was a pretty girl that much was obvious, so she didn't need much make up to make her stand out from the crowd. She threw on her plain go-to outfit of skinny dark grey jeans and a tight black vest top- silently thanking God that at least the dress code at Beacon Hills wasn't strict.
Half an hour later Erin was pushing the door of her new high school open and was submerged in a bunch of strangers. She paused just out the way of the doorway for a second, a some what disgusted look on her face as she glanced around the crowded corridor, just annoyed by the fact she was standing in the school. With a frustrated sigh she pushed through the crowds, pulling the slip of paper out of her pocket that told her what locker was hers. She glanced around for a second, getting her bearings, before carrying on and finding her locker quickly. She'd always been pretty good at finding her way, no matter where she was. When she got there she jammed her stuff, a little angrily, into the locker, making it pretty obvious she didn't want to be there.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Aug 31, 2015 22:52:34 GMT
New town. New home. New school.
Wasn’t that just great? A month with his parents smoldering in their grave. A week with his creepy uncle carting him around Beacon Hills. A day to let it sink in that he’d have to face a new school. That was just the cherry atop his melting sundae- and he was just dying to dig in.
If he could have it his way, Ashton would have just ditched it all together. Drop out and hightail it out of this lowlife town and hit Vegas, but that wasn’t exactly an option he had. It wasn’t that he was scared of starting over- he wasn’t even bothered with the idea of it. It wasn’t because he was uncertain were he stood with these new people, nor that he was different. None of that bothered him. It was simply that he didn’t see the point in it. He was eighteen, knew the textbooks front to back from years of having the information stained into his mind, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have a trust fund to land back on. Upside to death is the cash load he’d been handed- enough to take him places, high places.
Okay, that makes him sound like an inconsiderate brat, and he’s not. Occasionally, promise.
Of course he mourned his parents’ death. Of course he was beyond upset and wouldn’t talk for a week straight, stunned into silence, but he didn’t let that beat him. He moved over it, knowing he couldn’t be held down by the past if he wanted something of a future.
So he packed up his things, and moved in with Uncle Benny. Gave off some weird vibes, and he was half convinced the man was a murderer, but he had charm. They got along fine, but heads- but how didn’t he do that with? He was a hard-headed mutt- used to getting his way by pushing people around and charming the pants off of anyone he wanted. He had quirks- not like singing too loud when he was in the car and cuddling with a stuffed dog that he definitely didn’t own. Nope, not at all. So he wasn’t always a tough, dickhead jock- he just was often.
The plus side of Beacon Hills? Werewolves roamed freely among clueless civilians- so he’d blend right in. Score.
Anyways, the first day of school. Senior year. Beacon Hills High. Dirty blonde hair a mess across his forehead, jeans baggy, black shirt tight, and a loose leather jacket forever imprinted along his broad shoulders. He had a car- shocker, right?- a black Silverado, aged past his time but still runs like it was brand new.
Which led to how he ended up leaning against his new locker, scanning the crowds of students he wouldn’t bother to learn the names of. He had a smirk on his plump lips, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for the bell to ring. Ashton lost track of time, green eyes glazing over as the people blurred until suddenly-
Bam.
The locker beside him screamed as books were shoved within, one after another flopping carelessly into the depths. It was enough to stir him, lips still locked in a cocky twist as he turned to face the girl he hadn’t noticed before. Gaze running over her body once, then twice before he finally purred, “Oh honey, what did those poor books do to you?” His voice was rich with false care, sarcasm a second nature.
Some people it charmed, others just threw a fist at his face. He could only imagine how this one would play out.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Sept 2, 2015 12:31:25 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]AErin had just finished jamming her last book into her locker, and wasn't feeling any better about the prospect of having to deal with lessons. Apparently taking anger out on defenceless books didn't help with much. Suddenly, from the locker next to her came a voice, and despite it's seemingly jokey nature it actually pissed her off slightly. She wasn't in the mood today, and hated comments like that in general. They were condescending, and Erin hated being spoken down too.
Slowly she turned to see the boy who had made the comment, and couldn't help but groan inside slightly. He looked like one of those boys. Attractive, but there whole personality was just dick-ish. She had to face this in the first 5 minutes of the first day? It kept getting better and better. "First off, don't use pet names on me; secondly, they did nothing. I'm just trying to avoid punching something" She met his sarcasm and fake care with bluntness and an obviously fake smile.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Sept 2, 2015 23:56:23 GMT
Oh, sassy. He'd suspected at least a catty attitude or rude demeanor, but this was off his charts- not that he minded it. It added character. Spiced up the whole ordeal. With girls like her, things would never be dull. Plus, it's not like he could complain- Ashton definitely did have his quirks, and they were often mistaken.
See, he wasn't the typical 'I'm a jock so that means I have to be a dick to nerds and bed every girl who's willing to spread their legs' kind of douche- he just didn't cared. Didn't care what you thought about him. Didn't care what you said about him. Didn't care what you did to him. Ashton wasn't bothered with gossip and rumors and all that teen angst that led to nothing but tears and hate and drama. He simply didn't care about the who, what, and why. Yeah, it made him blunt, and rather satirical- and people wrote him off as a dick for the way he acted and were certain he pulled this just to get on their nerves, but what can you do? People thought what they thought, and he just lived the way he wanted. Rolled with the punches and shrugged at the losses.
Life was short, why worry about things that won't matter in years to come?
So when she snapped at him, Ashton just let his smirk shift into a soft grin, not letting her get to him. "Sorry 'bout it," he replied with a shrug, "Just looking out for the literature, didn't mean to yank your pretty little chain." His words rolled off his tongue with practiced ease, unfazed by the daggers she was glaring at him. Cocking his head, he pursed his lips as if thinking and offered, "Why so mad, babe?" Pet names were a bad habit, he wasn't going to stop just because she asked.
It's not like he knew her name anyhow, and he was too bored to walk away. He was like a dog with a bone, always digging his teeth in deeper to get to the good stuff.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Sept 14, 2015 21:24:55 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]As soon as he'd apologised, he'd used another pet name- that totally made sense. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head she closed the locked door with a slight slam- not much of one, but enough to show the boy that she didn't appreciate him talking to her like that. "Again-pet names? It's Erin, not babe, or sweetheart, or honey or anything like that, okay?" She shot him a look as she locked the locker. "And maybe i'm in such a bad mood because it's the first day of school and some boy is already trying to 'yank my pretty little chain'" She shrugged, turning away from him a little as she pulled her bag onto her shoulder. Slipping her time table out of the front pocket of her bag she had a quick look at what she had next and sighed before jamming the piece of paper back into her bag.
She cast him another look, wondering what kind of dick-ish, annoying comment he had for her next up his sleeve. She couldn't wait to hear it. Any other day she really would have probably played along, throwing light-hearted bitchy comments back at him, but today she was just not in the mood, and he was managing to get on all her nerves at once. Knowing her luck, she probably had first period with him, too.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Sept 20, 2015 19:34:37 GMT
"Erin," he repeated with a nod, eyes scaling up and down her frame as if now knowing her name would suddenly change his outlook on her. It didn't. She was still frustrated and pissy in all her glory, but he supposed there were reasons for that. Biting back an further pet names he would have called her before she'd snapped, Ashton considered her closely for a moment. Apologizing sincerely seemed like the best option, but he couldn't be bothered with it. She wouldn't accept it anyhow, he supposed. So rather, he pursed his lips and quirked his brows, a hint of his native draw peeking through his words as he offered up, "Well, if it's any consolation, it is quick a nice chain to be pulling." A grin shone on his lips, pearly whites nearly sparkling as he watched her turn her back on him.
Now that just wouldn't do.
Sneaking forward a step or two, he peered of her shoulder to glance down at her schedule, only to stumble back into place as she began to fold it up. He was lounging nonchalantly back against his locker, before the paper was even tucked back into her pocket, trying to recall his own schedule to compare the two. From what he remembered, they shared a few classes, first period being one of them. As she glared back at him, he offered her a soft smirk and casually threw out, "Lemme walk you to your class, Erin." He'd do it either way, considering they shared the period.
Ashton would make extra sure to snag a seat right next to his new friend.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Sept 24, 2015 18:20:17 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin couldn't help but roll her eyes, about to snap at him once again, but she realised quickly that if she did it would just give him another chance to yank her oh-so-pretty chain, so she decided against it. Closing her eyes for a second she took a deep breath and decided to maybe try and be a little nicer to him. Sure, she didn't want to be there, but he probably didn't want to be there either. There was also the possibility that this was his first day, too, and she imagined she was probably making his first day a lot worse then it needed to be. So, she did her best to channel her inner Jade, and would try and be nicer to him. Obviously, if he carried on trying to wind her up after she'd had this change of heart she would go back to being the bitch she truly was. She'd spent many hours of her life wondering how she'd ended up with such a bitchy and unlike-able personality, when her twin got to be so sweetly-sassy that people tended to fall in love with her within 5 minutes. It was so unfair.
She turned back to face him, her new mentality at the front of her mind. Before she could say anything, though, he already opened his mouth. Frowning in confusion slightly she asked "Are we even in the same class?" Cocking her head to the side a little she added, with a half fake sweet af smile "Wouldn't want to make you late for your class"
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Sept 30, 2015 20:25:44 GMT
The swap of emotions painting her face was a nice change- though confusion wasn't too much better than anger, but he'd take what he could get here. It got even better with the tilt of her had an admittedly fake, but oddly charming grin curling her lips. Ashton couldn't keep a cocky smirk of his own at her words, his arms folding across his chest as he stood up straighter, eyes downcast as he debated how to play his cards. She hadn't outright snapped at him in a minute, so he took that as a good sign. Maybe he should give her a bit of a break. Maybe. He really should, but this is Ashton here. He has to keep some bite to his words, has to keep her scowl burning- just maybe not as much. Maybe.
"Aw, you do care about me," he said in a falsely light tone, his hands shifting to pat over his heart as his lips pulled into a pout. He dropped the act quick, swapping back to his confident grin as he purred, "Today has been fully of surprises already, hasn't it? Wouldn't be too shocking if you had to deal with me in- oh, what is it that I have first period- Chemistry? Mr. Jackson, I believe, real lanky guy and a bit too perky from what I recall," it was purely his uncle's idea to come to 'meet the teacher' day, thinking it'd help him shift into the new life here. It was just a wasted of time in Ashton's book. A blinding grin stole the smirk right off his lips, a joke hanging at the tip of his tongue. "Erin," it was more of a whine than anything, but nothing close to taunting- just playful, "We have chemistry together, don't we?"
A wink seemed like a good thing to toss in as he chuckled down at her, hand wanting to reach out and poke her shoulder- or something of that sort- but he knew that really wouldn't be a good idea at all. Rather, he just let his fingers hide in the pockets of his jeans, eyes never leaving hers as he waited for some quip back.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Oct 16, 2015 22:09:24 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]How he knew she had Chemistry she didn't know, but guessed pretty quickly as it wasn't hard to glance over someone's shoulder and look at their timetable, so she got rid of that question, along with the question of how he knew she had Mr.Jackson, because it had the same answer. How he knew what Mr.Jackson looked like, on the other hand, she wasn't sure of. Something about him made her think that he was new to the school, but since he knew the teacher she thought he might have been here before. Either way, she didn't actually care, it was just something for her to ponder about when she got bored.
Erin couldn't help but roll her eyes at what he said next, it was just the most cheesiest thing she'd ever heard, and she'd had a lot of pick up lines tried on her. "I literally think i just threw up. That was awful" She told him, shaking her head and not giving him an indication that she had actually found it a little amusing. If she hadn't set up this bitchy, cold personality for herself she probably would have given him a laugh. Instead, she just turned around and began heading down the corridor, assuming he'd follow her. If he didn't she didn't really care. Apparently her attempt at being 'nice' and Jade-like had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Oct 29, 2015 19:08:58 GMT
A cheeky grin spread across his obnoxiously pink lips, eyes sparkling with a hint of humor at her response to his cheesy pick-up line. He really shouldn't have found as much joy as he did in her remark, but it just made his day ten times better to know that stuff like that wouldn't work on her, that he know had to look any and all chemistry jokes just to keep on her nerves until she finally gave in and laughed. It was a mission now.
Watching as she turned and started off down the hall towards where he knew Mr. Jackson's room was, Ashton let his gaze roam over her departing body. Her hips swayed, dragging his eyes back and forth, following the movement as she sauntered through the crowd. As enticing as it was to just watch the girl go, he knew a clock was ticking and that if he wasn't fast enough, he'd lose his window on her company. Shaking himself out of the boyish hormones, he put a pep in his step and chased after Erin. Okay, maybe chase isn't the right word because it wasn't like he was running through the halls to fall to her side- it was just a fast trot to catch up to her. It was easy to do, with the hall crowded with jitter-filled freshmen trying to figure out where their classes were and familiar seniors lounging against any available surface- so it wasn't like she could exactly escape him quickly.
Saddling up to her side, Ashton left an inch or two of space between them- so he wasn't touching her, but close enough to feel the heat of her body. Tilting his head her way, but his eyes locked somewhere ahead of them, he asked, "Is it your first day too?" She didn't seem familiar with the setting, but he could be wrong.
Didn't hurt to ask.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 13, 2015 23:57:35 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Ah, so it was his first day. Well, that settled that. She nodded, shrugging her back higher on her shoulder "Yeah, just moved here" She explained, not giving much more information other then that as she wouldn't want to tell anyone the real reason she and Jade were here, and deffiently didn't want to tell this guy, she didn't trust him at all, and was getting weird vibes from him. "So, it's your first day as well?" She asked, purely because she was still completely torn between ignoring the vibes she was getting from him, embracing her inner Jade and making friends with him, and keeping to her own personality and being a right bitch to him, so she still asked the question some what off handedly, to show that while she was talking to him she didn't necessarily care about what he had to say.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Nov 17, 2015 15:11:27 GMT
The noise in the hall was nearly deafening. With the whole ‘oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever’ spiels going on around him, Ashton could hardly keep the scowl off his face. He hated the mass of them, the fake grins and drawn out laughs- it was all pointless, all for show. No matter how cold the shoulder he was getting from Erin, he really preferred her company over any of those air-headed barbies any day (well that is just a tad bit of a lie, most weren’t a complete waste of time in bed).
He knew she didn’t care, couldn’t have made it any clearer, but of course he still answered, eyes batting down at her for a moment before returning to the herd of students lining the lockers as they made their way to class, “Yeah, first day. Can’t say I have much hope for it turning out great though,” a frown dragged his lips down slightly as he added, “Movies are just filthy liars, setting up too high of standards and just letting us down when we have to deal with the real thing.” Ashton shot another glance down her way, wondering if the pessimistic, crude view would peak her interest a bit- since she was riding that wave anyhow.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 23, 2015 20:15:09 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Oh, he'd actually said something that she could work with. She knew a lot about moving schools, and how nothing was like how it was shown in movies- first kisses, travelling, loosing virginity, even having a sister. None of that stuff was as lovely and blissful as it was shown, it was all just messy and mostly disappointing. "You're telling me" She said, glancing up at him and catching his eye quickly. He was quite a bit taller then her, but then again most guys were taller then her, which was nice when she had her secret fantasies where she'd have the perfect relationship, with the prefect handsome, tall boy, and she'd be happy. She didn't have them very often, as she didn't like getting her hopes up for stuff that would never happen. She wasn't short, though, just quite average but her aura of not giving a shit and taking no shit tended to make her seem taller then she actually was.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Nov 24, 2015 21:57:16 GMT
Shocked, Ashton was thoroughly taken aback at how causally she'd spoken. Even if it was only three words, he'd take what he could get. There wasn't much to work with, and he'd have to figure out a way to keep himself from breaking this fragile little unspoken truce, but he thought he could do it. Or at least try. She deserved a break from his crap.
"So you move around a lot? Or just deeply disagree with what they're trying to sell us?" That seemed like a safe enough question, right? He tried to keep him tone blank, fighting every instinct in himself to withhold the cocky smirk dying to crease his lips as they maneuvered past a kid who was cowered to the ground as he tied his shoes, desperately glancing around as if scared one of the smooching couples would trip over him. Ashton wanted to laugh, but held it back, rather just glancing at the shorter girl, a soft (as soft as was humanly possible for a guy like himself) smile lightening up his face.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 28, 2015 21:56:52 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Oh no, apparently Erin had actually sounded open enough for him to think it was okay for him to ask her questions. She couldn't be having that now, could she? Well, maybe she could. She hadn't quite decided yet. Maybe she would just roll win this conversation until one of them fucked it up again, and going by the short conversation they'd already had, that wouldn't take long. "Both. I move around a lot, and I also feel like they should stop setting such high standards for everything in life" she told him as they approached their destination for the next hour. She could see Mr. Jackson, the crazy wire of a man, standing at the front of the class while people began taking their seats with friends and chatting about all the amazing things they'd done that summer. They walked into the class, getting a few stares and glances from the people already sitting there, they were probably wondering who these two strangers were, and Erin introduced herself to the teacher and he introduced himself to her, while she glanced at the free tables scattered around the class. The one she had her eye on was the one in about the middle of the classroom, nearest the window. Perfect place to ignore the teacher by daydreaming and staring out the window while not being caught.
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