Posts by trailhead.

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anyone who is not done - please finish by monday evening or your positions will be open once again.

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can I still join?

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It's fine :)

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i'll join! (I can also go into PMing if you'd like to take the sex thing further..)
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Luis Savio Quinn

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//I've never been completely high so excuse the bad details if there are any.. and do you want him to realize he slept with her sister right away?

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Luis Savio Quinn
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the brown-haired teen inhaled, hesitated a few seconds, and exhaled, a cloud of white smoke easing from his lips. his hazel eyes flickered lazily around the dark area where he was standing, patches of morning sunlight shining through the bleacher's gaps onto a few of his friends' shoulders.
they were all moderately close together, with cigarettes, bongs, and other assorted objects being placed in mouths. this is what Luis and his friends did every day. stand under the bleachers and let his feelings flow out in a puff of white smoke. his parents were rich but never around, and his older sister left an impossibly shoeprint for him to fill. she was the top student at harvard, and his parents expected him to do the same.
stress leaked out of every vein in his body, and silent puffs filled the space. his black, custom-made leather jacket was his dad's, but why would a first-class lawyer use a leather jacket?

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//sorry, i was busy!
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Luis Savio Quinn

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Luis turned towards the sound. his senses seemed to be dull. his sight wasn't exactly top notch, and his hearing was slightly fuzzy. but he heard the girl's words.
"what, do you need help learning how to f*ck?" he asked cockily in return, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. his eyebrow raised as he turned around to actually see the girl. she wasn't bad looking - a brunette with determined brown eyes. she looked.. rather prudish, in his opinion, but he could fix that.
his friends ignored both him and the girl, as they were lost in their white-clouded world.

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haha okay kinda maybe lost this
umm I found a one-liner prompt..

"I was singing along to a Disney movie at 2am last night & my neighbor in the apartment next door started singing along.."

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sorry for taking so long to reply! yes, could you make the thread please? c:

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Luis Savio Quinn

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he silently watched as the girl coughed, then rambled on.
"so.. what do I get out of," here he made finger quotes, "teaching you not to care about what other people think of you?" he questioned, running a hand through his hair and blowing a cloud of smoke directed towards the girl. "and I'm going to ask you a few questions during the day. do we have classes together?" he added, knowing he had seen the girl before.

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[justify][size=8][font=arial]luis released a soft, but dramatic, sigh before agreeing.
"follow me." he said, walking away from his friends and going towards the storage building halfway from the school and the bleachers. as soon as he walked under the shade of the side of the building.
"okay, fine. I don't care about school at all. But if you do my homework all year, then I'll teach you. he agreed, leaning against the brick building. why was he doing this? maybe it was because he didn't want his parents to know he got bad grades. maybe it was because someone actually wanted his help. who knew?
"I'll leave you some notes later." he added, dropping his cigarette on the ground and grinding it into the pavement. "but in the meantime, tell me how far you've gone with someone.. And how far you will go.
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Luis Savio Quinn

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[justify][size=8][font=arial]"okay, do my homework all year." he agreed. "and give me the test answers." he crossed his arms as he watched the girl's response.
she looked nervous - she was pretty obviously lying. "okay, why don't you give me a blow right here then?" he asked with a smirk. why not toy with an (apparent) virgin? he waited half a minute before continuing.
"okay, or don't. any past relationships that I should know of? tell me about yourself." he consented.
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Luis Savio Quinn

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[justify][size=8][font=arial]Luis chuckled as soon as he heard her response. honor classes? she was worse than he had expected.
"okay, first of all, you need to skip those honor classes. walk around, go on a jog, do anything except go to those classes." he said, shaking his head. "and what's your name?"
his heart stopped for a second as soon as he heard the name, 'lily', and he could feel blood drmaining from his face. in a half-second, he had regained his composure and color had returned. where had he heard that name before?
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Luis Savio Quinn

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Luis frowned. She had mentioned her name? It was well-known that he didn't pay attention to much, so it wasn't a surprise he had ignored her saying her name.
"Okay, fine. Do the assignments but don't go to class." He assented. "But step one to not caring about what people think of you is to ignore everyone unless they have something worthwhile to say." He shifted his weight and looked up at the sky before continuing.
"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked.
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Luis Savio Quinn

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Luis shook his head, smirking once again. "Sure, I care," he lied smoothly. All he was getting out of this was good grades. "If they're angry, they're definitely not worthwhile. If they look like they really want to tell you something, then listen. But if they're angry and want to tell you something, walk away." He added, shrugging. He knew that probably didn't make much sense, but.. she was smart, right?
"You have to make the most out of life. So.. whatever you want to do, we'll do." He answered with a shrug.
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Luis Savio Quinn

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this looks like so much fun! could I reserve a singer, if that's allowed, please? c:

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Luis rolled his eyes. "That's what everyone says." He replied with a small smile. Being called weird was a daily routine for him, even if it was playful. "Fine, then listen to the person for three seconds and then decide if it's worthwhile." He compromised.
"Obviously I'd do it with you. You'd probably do it awkwardly if I weren't with you," he answered, half-teasing. He knew the feeling. Whenever he had to do things alone, it felt strange and he hated the feeling. Now, he denied that feeling, even though he often had another body to go to sleep next to at night.
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Luis Savio Quinn

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Luis hesitated, thinking about her response. She was pretty when she smiled. They could sneak into..
"I have no idea where we can go," he commented. "the news station, some business office.. Give me a general idea of where you're thinking of." He said finally. They could go anywhere, everywhere, to be honest.

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Luis Savio Quinn

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