could you?? I've got a bunch of schoolwork i need to be catching up on aa
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yeah np! ill get something up shortly
i'm keen!!
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✦ FUCK ALL THIS ENERGY, YOU JUST WANT TO BRING ME DOWN ✦ | Val woke up two hours before his alarm went off this morning and couldn't put himself back to sleep, so he spent the early hours of the morning taking bong rips in his bathroom before taking a forty-five minute hot shower to try and recover from the sour mood the early rise had cast on him. There's also, apparently, a golden hour in the morning too. He took some prime pictures of himself which also improved the way he was feeling. He gets to take his time backing his school bag and picking out the clothes he's wearing today. Eventually he ends up in a pair of light wash jeans, a black t shirt with blue words "SCI-FI FANTASY" across the chest and a long sleeve white t shirt under it. He checks his phone. It's still 7:10. His first class today doesn't start until 8:35 and he lives about a 15 minute bus ride from his school. He twists his lips and looks around his room, searching for something to do with his hands for 30 minutes or so. His eyes land on his silver cigarette case and light up. He sits down on his bed and opens up the drawer in his night stand, retrieving papers, bud, whatnot. He rolls himself a few joints and carefully places them in the case and tucks it safely in the bottom of his bag for after school. By the time he's finished, it's 7:35 and he laces up his blue converse and slings his bag over his shoulder.
Out in the kitchen, he makes himself a package of blueberry Pop Tarts and scarves them down. Then he puts his headphones in and flies out the door.
Later, he's in his World War 2 history class and he's barely keeping himself awake, his face propped up by his elbow on the table. It's his last class of the day and his lack of sleep has caught up to him. Luckily for him, his teacher had to duck out on class because her wife is pregnant and she had to go to a doctors appointment with her and he's left the class with a documentary. Something explodes on screen and it knocks Val out of his sleep deprived trance. He groggily looks around the classroom and then up to it's clock on the wall. Class doesn't officially end for another 8 minutes but Val goes to an alternative school for kids who, for whatever reason, don't exactly fit into the traditional school system. Val's transgender, bipolar existence has done much better here for the past 3 years since he transferred at the beginning of sophomore year, following a summer of mania and a hospitalization and diagnosis. He's even going to graduate on time, which can be rare among the kids here. So he leaves the building and walks down to the steps below the school where a few of his friends come to smoke their cigarettes between class. But no one's there today. It could be because he left class a little early, but he doesn't feel like waiting around today. So he gets on the bus back to his neighborhood and walks to Big Angie's. He texts the group chat he has with his friends and lets them know that's where he went, in case any of them want to join him later.
He walks through the clear door and greets the cashier warmly, a friend of his named Mars.
"[b]Hey, Mars, what's happening, how's your day been?" Val asks, doing his best to be his normal bubbly self through his sleep deprivation.
" Not too bad, Val, just the same old shit." They reply. " Can I get'cha some pizza?" They ask.
" Yep, can I get two slices of cheese?" He asks. They nod and take two slices out of the pie in the display case, putting them on a paper plate. They tell Val his total, Val pays and he goes to relax in the corner at a bar-style table arranged along the clear window to the sidewalk. He likes to people watch.
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// sorry, thank you!
Faust wasn't entirely sure where he'd ended up. Around him were large crowds of people much too busy to watch where they were going and unfortunately, this resulted in being accidentally shoved around more than necessary. If he had to take a guess, it was definitely the afternoon but he was still running on London time and felt very jetlagged. He was carrying a suitcase in one hand and trying to hold up a map in the other. An odd choice in the age of modern technology, however, he knew that data would cost far too much. Faust had no clue where he was and, according to his map, it was definitely not where he needed to be. Somehow, the not usually directionally challenged teen had walked 4 blocks in the wrong direction. An hour and a half earlier, he landed in America after a long and boring flight from his beloved London. He had mixed feelings about this program. On one hand, it's an amazing opportunity and he knows that it will expand his knowledge. But on the other hand, Faust doesn't do well with drastic change. He hopes he can quickly settle into a routine and adjust to the very different lifestyle he suspects he'll be living.
Getting fed up with walking in circles and getting stared at or shoved out of the way by strangers, Faust took a deep breath and moved quickly to the side of the pavement. Setting his suitcase down and folding up his map, he slowly took in everything around him in more detail. A few metres down there was a pizzeria that looked enticing enough to give Faust the idea of wandering in and getting something to eat. Maybe eating something would help his sense of direction? He doubted it but he'd take any excuse to eat something right about now.
As he walks through the doors holding his suitcase, Faust bumps his hand into a nearby table. A short burst of pain shoots through his fingers and he consequently drops his suitcase onto the floor. "mierda? ah wrong language. merde!? schei shit! hah, got there eventually." Rambling to himself, completely in his own little bubble, Faust forgot about the people around him for a moment. He didn't realise he spoke aloud until he looked up to see various strangers looking at him oddly and a group of younger adolescents laughing at him. At this point, he felt his stomach drop with embarrassment and quickly moved towards the counter. Standing there was a cashier with long pink hair watching him curiously. "hey, sorry about that back there. anyway so... would you by any chance consider taking a combination of dollars and pounds for payment?" Faust asks, tacking on a nervous laugh at the end of his question. Eyeing the prices of the pizzas it would seem like he didn't convert quite enough of his money into American dollars. This proved to be turning into quite the adventurous day for him. Maybe the cashier would lower the price a little for him or some stranger would come and save the day by lending him some money.
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sorry it's taken me a sec, i just moved and my life was a little hectic for a bit but i will have a reply up asap : )
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don't worry about it, I totally understand! I'll get round to replying in a hot sec (more like an hour or something) as i'm getting ready to leave for my dad's & also working on an essay for my exams haha
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go ahead and watch my heart burn with the fire that you started in me. but I'll never let you back to put it out. //
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if all we have is time then we'll be alright / [p]
