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Dec 21, 2010 22:29:52 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 21, 2010 22:29:52 GMT -5
"run from the flying shoes, then, Hobo." Jet joked, his head poking out and his eyes glowing. he looked like a cat. Jayne glanced back and saw. "Jet, slow down on taking the emotions. you're up past to your eyeballs in it." she said. "i'm going to sleep now anyway. good night." he said, going back under and going to sleep as well.
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Dec 21, 2010 22:34:05 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 21, 2010 22:34:05 GMT -5
"We're in a van." Adam laughed. "Just do what all the other hobos do. Pee on something of his. Like a wall or whatever." Abigail said passively.
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Dec 21, 2010 22:38:13 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 21, 2010 22:38:13 GMT -5
a closed knife hit Abby on the forehead. "this is MY van." Jayne growled. "there will be no peeing on anything in this van."
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Dec 21, 2010 22:47:45 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 21, 2010 22:47:45 GMT -5
Abby looked up. "Note. I said something of the boy's. Like a wall. If he has one. i don't know. Yourvan is not in any danger." she replied. "Especially not with this sissy." she added, nodding to Adam. "Probably doesn't even have the proper equipment."
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Dec 21, 2010 22:51:09 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 21, 2010 22:51:09 GMT -5
Jayne chuckled, rolling her eyes. "one day, he is going to snap and bitch slap you. and you won't even see it coming." she said, shaking her head.
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Dec 21, 2010 23:02:30 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 21, 2010 23:02:30 GMT -5
Adam chuckled and Abigail burst out laughing. "Hey, he hasn't done so to his mother yet -" "What's wrong with my mother?" Adm interrupted, his eyebrows furrowing. "Adam Isaac!" Abigail immitated in an obnoxious, piercing voice. Adam shook his head. "Thanks." he muttered. "No problem, dearest." Abigial grinned. She turned back to Jayne. "You haven't seen this dude with kids. Man, he could take a screaming day care center and it would be a concert to him." she laughed. It seemed increasingly odd the two were friends. Adam was everything Abigail was not.
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Dec 21, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 21, 2010 23:18:44 GMT -5
Jayne pulled over onto a random dirt path, and thus fell asleep in the front seat. "night everyone." she said, and fell asleep.
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Dec 22, 2010 15:27:11 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 22, 2010 15:27:11 GMT -5
"Night." Abigail murmured and Adam did the same. The former squirmed to make herself comfortable on the latter. And it was the boy who feel asleep first and then the other, more restless human being followed suit. Yet, despite his friend's slight insomnia, it was still he who had the nightmares and woke up before dawn to stare at the ceiling of the van.
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Dec 22, 2010 22:58:54 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 22, 2010 22:58:54 GMT -5
"good to see i'm not the only one awake." Anaya said, waving slightly so not to disturb Jet.
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Dec 23, 2010 15:34:01 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 23, 2010 15:34:01 GMT -5
Adam glanced over, his fingers waving back. "Why you still up?" he asked casually and quietly. "Don't you that you're supposed to get at least eight hours of sleep a night?" he jokingly asked with a sarcastic grin.
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Dec 24, 2010 16:38:28 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 24, 2010 16:38:28 GMT -5
"i could tell you the same thing, Hobo." Anaya joked back, wiggling out of Jets arms, finally able to sit up. "but when the moon is this full, if i fall asleep, i put my guards down. and one of the others in my head can take control. i don't want that to happen. it's hard to get control back when that happens. so it's just easier to stay awake and only take quick cat naps." she said, putting her head on her knees. "why are you up?"
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Dec 24, 2010 16:43:02 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 24, 2010 16:43:02 GMT -5
Adam grinned at her reference to him as "Hobo." "Well, on the night of the full moon, the soup kitchen empties out, and all the packs of hobos around the city go wild. They, along with the help of the salvation army and various shelters scoure the city and exact revenge upon thoughtless, careless people who throw garbage on them while they sleep on the sidewalk. I'm waiting for my pack to come for me so I can do the same." he said with elaborate sarcasm. "Really, I get nightmares." he admitted. "Then I wake up and can't get back to sleep and now I'm up." he said pleasantly and almost cheerfully.
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Dec 24, 2010 21:48:13 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 24, 2010 21:48:13 GMT -5
she laughed quietly at his plan. then, she looked at him for a long moment, letting the voices in her head speak themselves out before responding. "would you like to talk about it? or would you perfer to wait for your army of Hobos to show up?"
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Dec 25, 2010 1:00:29 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 25, 2010 1:00:29 GMT -5
"Not army. Pack. Different." Adam corrected. "Armies get guns. We get beer cans thrown at us." he stated with a grin. He then shrugged. "Either way." he stated. "If you would like to speak about something else, that's cool too. But i have no personal objections." he replied with further pleasantness. It was almost amusing when taking into consideration how Abigail, his best friend, acted. Two very contrasting individuals.
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Dec 25, 2010 23:41:38 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 25, 2010 23:41:38 GMT -5
she laid down, staring up at the ceiling. "well, considering it's your mind, i beleive it's your choice."
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