hey hey, hey it's been quite a long time

[gunner]

take the streets all night cause you sleep when the world comes crashing down

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And so fall came again. Unfortunately, for Gunner and the other members of his school, this meant not only the summer weather was coming to an end, but that summer itself was coming to an end. Soon, school would start back up and he would be waking up at the wee hours of the morning just to start his day. Needless to say, he wasn't looking forward to it.

Since this fall would be his frist day at this school, Gunner's mom was making him do what she made him do every school year. The thing that he never did, but instead went along with until she left. She had this habit of dropping him off at his new school so that he could "look around at the classrooms so that he wouldn't be lost his first day." The thing that she didn't realize, is that half the time Gunner didn't have his schedule and all the time he never actually took place in this ritual. You see, since his mom was such a workaholic, instead of going to look at his classes with him, therefore ensuring that he was doing what she brought him there to do, she instead dropped him off and drove away thus, leaving Gunner to do whatever the hell he wanted. Another great thing about this is that this year would be the last year in which his mom would have to drive him around. So, next year, when she dropped him off and then sped off toward whatever job she would currently hold, Gunner could just walk back home and drive himself wherever the heck he wanted. Now, however, he had a time limit.

Another flaw in his mother's plan was the fact that Gunner knew exactly what time she got out of work everyday and exactly how long it would take her to get back to the school from her job. This way, Gunner could just wander around the town at his ease until such time when he would go back, show her the map that he would get from the librarian, and say the school looked alright.

Speaking of such a map, he decided it would be as good a time as ever to go get it, since his mother had already pulled away, tires screeching like she couldn't wait to get away from him. Sighing, Gunner walked up to the school, treading heavily, and opened the great wood doors. As soon as he stepped in, however, the shiny doors and brand new benches were forgotten and inside was a school just like any other. Graffiti on locker so small teachers had passed it up, and blotches of paint that were slightly the wrong cover where bigger patches of graffiti had been covered. Smiling slightly at the familiarity of it all, Gunner tred over to the main office and, once inside, promptly asked where the library was. It was the same thing that always happened once inside the main office of the school. All of the teachers or other employees stopped what they were doing to look over at him quizzically. Who had ever heard of a student coming in... EARLY to school? Quickly, however, they all recovered themselves and got back to working on what they wanted everybody to assume was something extremely important. Gunner shrugged and walked up to one of the nearest ones and interrupted their conversation to ask,

"Could I bother you to ask where the library is?"[/font][/color]The woman looked back up at him with a look between ange and astonishment on her face, so surprised she was that he had /dared/ interrupt her job of such importance and curtly pointed towards the door and then to the left, nodded her head, and returned to her work without another word. This, of course, was fine with Gunner, as he hardly wanted anything to do with the people in this school and hoped that this would be his last time in this office unless, of course, he forgot his lunch one day. However, he figured, even if that did happen, he wouldn't find his way into this office again seeing as his mother wasn't currently seeing anyone and she left before him every morning.

Quickly exiting the office, he headed on his way to where he hoped the library was and was pleasantly surprised that the woman's directions were accurate. Many of the people, he had learned over the years, couldn't tell their right from left during the summer as they were mostly people who didn't normally work in the school, but were, instead, for some summer paying and that was that. For them, it was a good day if they made it to the assigned room that they were in, let alone point out another room to a student, who, they always figured, should know the rooms better than they themselves did. Finally opening the library door, he looked to his right, and found that the maps were, conveniently, right in front of him. Smiling to himself, he picked one up, extricated himself from the library, and walked back outside of to the courtyard where the weather outside was nothing less than delightful. Since it was September, the sun was shining brightly, but it wasn't the 80-100 degrees it had been during the summer. Instead, it was a brisk 73 degrees. Gunner could only hope that, as the sun rose, the temperature did not with it.

Stuffing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, he made his way over to one of the so-new-the-weather-hadn't-even-worn-them-in-the-slightest benches and sat down upon one of the, wondering what he was going to do that day. Usually what happened during these times is someone would wander around out in front of the school and he would give them a few minutes walk before following, seeing as they usually led him to the more redeeming spots of the town such as a good food place or a nice mall. Leaning against the table behind him, Gunner put his elbows on the table and settled himself in for the wait of whoever happened to approach.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
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\\:[/color][/font]WORD COUNT:[/color][/font] 1,021[/color][/font]!?[/color]
\\:[/color][/font]STATUS:[/color][/font] done![/color][/font]!?[/color]
\\:[/color][/font]TAG:[/color][/font] open to anyone![/color][/font]!?[/color]
\\:[/color][/font]WEARING:[/color][/font] here[/color][/font]!?[/color]
\\:[/color][/font]LYRICS:[/color][/font] all time low;;hello brooklyn[/color][/font]!?[/color]
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[murdoc taylor arliss]

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and i'd give you everything
IF THERE WAS SOMETHING LEFT
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If the devil was a girl, her name would be Aunt Janie. Or that was what Murdoc had decided anyway. It had been a brilliant plan on his mother's part to ship him off to live with Aunt Janie, or it had would have been brilliant if keeping Murdoc locked in the house could have suitably stopped him from doing any of his usual bullshit. But instead, all it did was piss him off. It pissed him off being trapped in a tiny closet-like bedroom that had been Catherine's until she'd been shoved into Catelynn's equally closet-like room, but it didn't help that Aunt Janie had left him with strict instructions that he was to drive around all of his cousins when they needed him. Of course, the three girls were under the command to inform Janie of any 'funny business' (as she so quaintly put it) and they would no doubt go about tattling on him the moment they saw so much as a dollar bill either enter or leave his hands. And, naturally, the only reason he was in this school was because Catherine had been so desperate to scope out her new school. She had been excited, as only a freshman could be for the first day of school, and had literally been bouncing up and down in the seat next to Murdoc the whole ride here. If Murdoc had had anywhere to safely hide a body, it would be Catherine's, no doubt. But of course, even if he'd been able to successfully hide a body, Janie would manage to find it--and a shitload of evidence pointing at Murdoc himself as well. Not that Murdoc was any form of murderer or serial killer. He was well above doing anything like that. He'd bet thousands of dollars and fix bets, but he'd never kill anyone. Murdoc was smart. He'd hire someone else to do that for him. Not that he had any intentions of killing anyone but, well, you never knew. It was smart to have a bit of a plan behind him just in case he ever needed to--and every child could tell you that there was a fine line between needing to and wanting to do something. Anyway, the point was, Catherine had begged and pleaded and finally got what she had wanted, and now Murdoc was sitting on the floor of the gymnasium, back against a row of bleachers and a tennis ball he'd found hidden under them. Thud, thud, thud. It bounced against the wood and metal bleachers, making loud clanging noises sometimes and thumping noise at others. The thumps sounded like the tennis ball was attempting to swear. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck school. Fuck Aunt Janie. Fuck everything. Thud, thud, thud. Murdoc was pissed off. At Janie, at Catherine, at himself even, for reason he didn't want to go into, but didn't quite want to keep bottled up.

Murdoc! he heard Catherine yell from the other side of the other side of the gym. Next thing he knew, she was bouncing towards him, plopping down on the first row of bleachers right next to him. She had dark brown eyes that matched her thick curls and a splash of freckles across her nose. Everything about her was sugary sweet, enough so as to give Murdoc a temporary case of diabetes. He half-considered chucking the tennis ball at Catherine, but decided against it, instead lobbing it right over her head in the general direction of the gymnasium door. It fell short and Murdoc scoffed at himself, shaking his hair into his eyes and looking at the squeaky wooden floorboards that he was sitting on. Did you know that there's a courtyard? Catherine asked, her words seemingly stitched together with no spaces in between them. Without waiting for an answer, she plowed on, a smile on her face. She was so stupid. She just didn't fucking understand that Murdoc didn't give a damn about any godforsaken courtyard. Can we go look at it? Please? I saw it through that window. Please? There's a guy down there! Maybe he's my age! Maybe he's new to th-- Murdoc cut her off by gracefully getting to his feet and brushing past her, almost knocking her off of her seat. Yes, he said simply, taking long strides, hoping that Catherine wouldn't be able to keep up with him. Unfortunately, she matched his pace, brown curls bouncing in her ponytail. God she was so annoying. If all freshman were like her, Murdoc knew he'd be finding himself orchestrating a suicide pact by the end of the first semester.

Down a flight of stairs and out a set of double doors, Murdoc found himself following his cousin into the green courtyard. There were thick, prickly bushes lining the large square and a scattering off benches and tables all around. Catherine, naturally, gravitated to a bed full of bright orange and pink flowers, and Murdoc was ashamed to know that they were daisies. She plucked two: a pink one that she tied into her ponytail and an orange one that she handed to Murdoc before smiling at him with a wink and turning on her heel. As he watched, she practiced a model walk, rolling her steps in a way that Murdoc knew was supposed to be sexy. At first he was confused--was the brat trying to seduce him?--but then he remembered what she'd said about the guy being here and his eyes followed the path that she was set on until he saw him. God, she was so shallow. Murdoc crushed the daisy in his fist and let the broken, destroyed flower fall to the ground. Catherine passed in front of the other guy, reached set of double doors on the other side of the courtyard and passed through them. Murdoc stood dumbstruck. Had she really just left him here? He rolled his eyes, stuck between chasing after her at the risk of using up energy or just staying where he was. Typical to his lazy self, Murdoc slumped to the ground against a bench and started picking apart the destroyed flower that sat on the grass next to him.

Fuck the world.

kiki&&gunner;; tag
1033;; wordcount
done;; notes
the city sleeps in flames - scary kids scaring kids;; lyrics
emilita of caution 2.0;; credit

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[gunner]

take the streets all night cause you sleep when the world comes crashing down

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Hearing movement, Gunner looked around just in time to see a relatively young looking girl stride straight past him and into the school. Realizing that this girl may have been the only person for miles around here, he silently cursed himself and tried paying more attention so that, if there was another person, they wouldn't escape him. It wasn't that Gunner needed to lean on somebody else, it was just that, whenever he was transferred to a new town, which was almost every year, he had no experience of the town and, therefore, had no idea what it had to offer. He didn't want to just start walking purely because of the fact that if he did, with his horrible sense of direction, he would probably either wander into the a. ghetto of the town, b. most loosely populated part of town, or c. into a different town altogether. Sighing at the thought of having to wait here even longer, he took another glimpse around the courtyard and, to his surprise, realized that he wasn't the only person there.

Instead, a few yard away from him, a boy sat, doing, what looked like, picking apart flowers. Shrugging, Gunner got up and ambled over to him. The guy didn't exactly look approachable, or even like the type of company Gunner usually kept, but Gunner wasn't one to really judge people on first glance. He met some of his greatest friends in some of the weirdest way, so why not have this random boy as a friend as well? The only real reason that Gunner could say that this boy didn't seem like his kind of company was because of his darkly kohled eyes. The scowl upon the boys face didn't even phase Gunner, as people often told him that he gave dirty looks to them all the time. Of course, he didn't mean to give people dirty looks, it was just sometimes the way his face was set, especially when he was remembering something particularly hard to him or trying to work out a confusing math problem. Plus, Gunner figured, he probably wasn't the only one totally disgruntled by the fact that he had to spend one of his Friday's not out partying or even out with friends, but instead at the school, presumably, doing nothing.

Reaching the boy, but trying not to startle him too severely, Gunner slowly sat down and looked over at him, flicking his hair out of his eyes. There was a few moment's awkward silence where neither of the boys said anything, and Gunner wondered whether this was because the boy was pointedly ignoring him or if it was just because he simply didn't even know that he was there. He hoped the latter and decided that he should speak first, just in case that this was the case.

"Hey,"[/font][/color]he remarked jokingly, "what'd that flower ever do to you?"[/font][/color] After finishing his question, Gunner suddenly realized that the boy he was talking to, in fact, did look pretty intimidating. Trying to not letting it show that the boy was slightly knocking Gunner off his usually casual presence, he smiled tentatively and awaited the boy's answer, looking anywhere but at the boy's piercingly blue? eyes.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
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\\:[/color][/font]TAG:[/color][/font] murdoc[/color][/font]!?[/color]
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