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Post by lily on Oct 11, 2012 7:27:35 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] coz we're just under the upperhand The Words: 596 The Outfit: here The Notes hope it's okay! Lily’s eyes narrowed in frustration at her laptop. Fourteen pages flickered by as she scrolled down the essay she’d spent the entire night working on. Fourteen pages to any other college student in such a short amount of time would have been considered an achievement. Not to Lily. To Lily it was only half way there. Some people got through life being happy with just doing their best. This little blonde had to be the best. Maybe it was because she was a middle child, maybe it was because she was ridiculously anal? Not even Lily knew why but she couldn’t remember a day in her life where she hadn’t put a worlds worth of pressure upon her own shoulders. Assignments, heading the cheerleading team, organising just about every charity and sorority event that happened in Charleston. Lily was on top of it all and always managed to do it with modesty, a smile on her face and the sweetest of natures.
All that work came with a price though. She got tired and cranky and didn’t feel like herself. That was until she’d met a certain blonde, scruffy male who seemed to have all the answers. It wasn’t like she was the only one who did it. Plenty of college students used a little pharmaceutical help to get through their college years. Now don’t get me wrong, she was totally opposed to drugs. Hell, she hardly eve drank. It was her Senior year though and her workload was increasing by the day. Ofcourse that was her own fault. When she was asked to do something she couldn’t say no. That was probably the hardest word in the world for her to spit out. So instead, she found a solution. One that she kept secret but one that had been working out so far.
Rubbing her tiresome eyes, she rummaged around in her desk draw for the container of pills that had become her new best study buddy. Popping the cap she went to tip one out only to find she was completely out. Shit. A hand brushed through her blonde locks in panic as she stared at her text books beside her. There was no way she could stay wake to finish this alone. Locating her phone she messaged Sam her urgent request. He was hardly the type of person she usually associated with. His occupation was a plague on society in her opinion but she was discreet and that’s all Lily needed. A reply came shortly that he was still waiting and she could meet him at his home. She quickly replied with a yes and pounced into her car, entering the location into her GPS system.
Finally pulling up she instantly felt uncomfortable. Her shiny new BMW was definitely out of place in the trailer park. In fact, so was she. She’d always tried to remain open minded and not judge but honestly, she’d never actually seen a trailer park before. Only on television. Taking in a deep breath, she mustered up all the energy she had left and stepped out of her car, slamming the door and double checking that it was locked. This would be short and sweet hopefully. Exchange of money, exchange of goods then she’d be back on her way to topping her class. Lily felt a little strange, having usually met him in more public, neutral places but right now she was desperate, she couldn’t be picky. Finding the trailer that was his, she banged sharply on the side, ”Hello?” she called out with uncertainty in her voice.
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Post by sam on Oct 11, 2012 21:29:22 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] GIVE ME A SECOND I, I NEED TO GET MY STORY STRAIGHT The Tag: lily The Words: nine one nine The Notes this post was all over the place, but it'll get better, i swear XD The sun was slipping through the dusty slats that covered the window, great golden swaths of it, falling in exactly the wrong place. Sam shifted a little in bed, throwing his arm up over his eyes to block out the light. It was too early. As far as he could tell it was before noon and that was just too damn early to be awake. He rolled onto his stomach, pressing his face into the warm side of the pillow and folding his arms around his head, trying to seal the entire room out. On the floor next to him, his phone buzzed angrily for what must have been the fifth time.
“Shut up.” He groaned into his pillow.
It’d been the damn phone that had woken him in the first place. A text from Lily, a ‘client’ of his. She was out of her tame little pharmaceuticals, needing more. He liked her. If he had to pick a favourite business associate it would be her – she amused him. Not intentionally. Just in general, her, who she was: her perfect little persona, not a hair out a place or a single crease in her clothes, acting like she was so far above everyone else... because she kind of was. Most of the other people he dealt with weren’t so much like that. He was used to meth heads and crack whores, so she made a nice change. But just because he liked her didn’t mean he was at all happy to be woken up by her urgent panicky texts. He’d dashed off a quick reply for her to meet him here, because he didn’t feel fit to be in public in his groggy hungover state, then decided to doze while he waited for her to get here.
Except after her text, the whole world and their mother had been trying to get hold of him. His phone wouldn’t shut the hell up, and the sun was being too bright, and he knew deep down that trying to sleep was an utterly pointless venture at this point. His phone went again, and muttering obscenities, he swept it up in one hand and hauled himself into a sitting position. He kneaded the heel of his palm against his eye until the sleepiness cleared and he could see again, then idly began flicking through the messages.
One from his sister. He ignored it. Ronnie only ever contacted him to cuss him out or beg for money: typical Finch family ethic. Three from separate clients – well, they could wait their turn, seeing as he was already waiting for a meeting with Lily. And the last from his supplier, saying simply: Been held up. Will be by later.
No! Sam was on his feet immediately, suddenly wide awake. He couldn’t stand when deals fell through, and that’s what his whole day would be now. Collapsed deal after collapsed deal after collapsed deal. Jeopardising his livelihood. And Lily was already on her way and now what the hell was he supposed to do?
He punched in his supplier’s number. The phone rang for quite some time, during which he paced the length of his trailer restlessly. Finally it clicked to voicemail. “Where are you? I have people waiting. Hurry the fuck up.” He found himself at the far end of the living space, and twitched the blinds aside to glance out at the dusty park. A gleaming BMW had appeared, looking out of place amongst the battered trailers and rusting pick ups. He watched Lily step out of the car, all elegance and poise and absolute perfection as always. He let the blinds fall back into place, turning away in order to finish leaving his message. “You better have a good reason for screwing me over, you god damn son of a bitch. Call me as soon as you get this.”
He ended the call and threw his phone carelessly onto the moth-eaten couch across the room. He allowed himself five to ten seconds of frustration, wherein he stood perfectly still and massaged his temples, then lurched back into life. He picked a crumpled t-shirt from off the back of the nearest chair, gave it a quick sniff to make sure it was still wearable, then pulled it over his head just as he heard her knock on the side of the trailer, calling out uncertainly, “Hello?”
He pulled the door inwards, and there she was, standing awkward and self-contained right outside. She was really very pretty. Probably something to do with the lighting, or maybe she just looked good in comparison to her surroundings. Hard to say. Either way he felt some of his irritation mysteriously ebb. Not having a supply right away wasn’t the end of the world. He was sure she’d understand.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Looking lovely as always. Come on in, don’t mind the mess.” He greeted her with his usual irreverent insincerity, stepping back to let her inside his meagre abode. The mess was really quite horrendous, clothes and empty bottles and take-out boxes everywhere, questionable fungus growing in the seams where the walls met the ceiling, a faint smell of damp pervading everything. It didn’t occur to him to be ashamed. He was used to it. It never even crossed his mind that his habitat might be considered something more like a biohazard than a ‘mess’.
“Now,” he said, his tone snapping from mildly sarcastic to business-like in an instant. “You want the good news or the bad news?”
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Post by lily on Oct 13, 2012 12:43:35 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] coz we're just under the upperhand The Words: 708 The Outfit: here The Notes sssh, it was great! As hazel eyes gazed around her surroundings all the blonde could think was how the hell did I get myself into this? Lily was a planner. Extremely pedantic, always one step ahead of everyone. She’d had her entire life planed out for as long as she could remember. When she was seven she’d decided she’d graduate from high school as valedictorian, get into UCLA, marry some well mannered, timelessly good looking football player, take over her dads company, live in a fabulous estate and have three pretty little kids. Yes, she had mapped her life out before she’d even finished elementary school. Nowhere in her slightly metal planning spree did standing in a trailer park, feeling like shit, looking like shit and desperate for whatever she could get her hands on occur to her. It was totally acceptable though. She’d reasoned with herself and come to the conclusion that sometimes she had to do a little extra or make a little detour to get what she wanted.
For a brief moment she worried she may have been in the wrong place. Maybe she was waking some total stranger who’d end up throwing a bottle of Jack Daniels at her head? The second the thought crossed her mind she wanted to slap herself for her ignorance. It wasn’t like her at all. Usually she was comfortable and compassionate wherever she went. If there was one thing Lily hated it was arrogance and judgement and here she was thinking little a spoilt little princess? She’d heard from many before that any type of drug use came with a downside. She’d read the texts, watched the documentaries, resourceful as always. Maybe she was a little cranky? It had been days since she’d had a proper sleep or a proper meal in fact. The typical life of a college student right?
A wave of relief washed over her when the familiar blonde head emerged. There was a first for everything. Arms crossed tightly across her chest she looked back at her car, then her surroundings then finally back at him. It amazed her that people could be so nonchalant about things like this. Honestly she was expecting to get shot or appear on an episode of Cops any second now. Yet there was Sam. Cool, calm and collected. As if he did this every day. Wait, he did do this every day. ”Hey” she greeted him simply, careful not to be too loud. She ignored his compliment completely. Lovely was the last thing she felt right now. Following him inside warily, she could only pray internally this she could hurry up and leave. Not just because she was totally under her comfort zone, in fact that was the last reason. Her brain was screaming at her constantly, a list of tasks that needed completing racing through her mind.
Once inside, her curiosity got the better of her. If her eyes had darted in the parking lot, there was no words to describe the way they were taking in her surroundings now. Lily had always wondered what the inside of a trailer looked like. She was used to the mess of a male. Boyfriends, her older brother, frat guys at school. She’d been around it all and honestly, this wasn’t as bad as she’d have expected. Still, it drove her crazy. Every nerve in her body was twitching, going crazy. It was taking all of her strength not to start cleaning right there and then. Anyone that had been inside her apartment, her car, her closet or any other space she inhabited knew that Lily was a neat freak. Mess made her mind messy and right now that was the last thing she needed.
Her attention was snapped back towards him, her pretty blonde hair flipping as she turned to face him again. A little dazed and confused she stared at him blankly for a moment before processing what he’d actually said. Bad news? No, she did not want to hear bad news. Who opened a business deal like that? ”I’m sorry, bad news?” she asked, finally landing in reality, ”What do you mean bad news?”. How bad could things really be? He upped his prices? Clearly that was no issue for her?
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