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Post by Carter Jared Randolph on Feb 6, 2011 21:02:25 GMT -7
  He couldn’t believe it. Carter couldn’t believe he was doing this. Valentine’s Day was lame. It was a pathetic excuse for a Hallmark holiday, and he hated it. It was useless, pointless, just an excuse for jewelry companies to make more money. And yet... he was still going through with this. Well, that was more just because he couldn’t afford to get into any more trouble than anything. He messed up anymore and he was practically on the verge of expulsion, and even Carter knew that wasn’t a good thing. He still wanted to graduate. Even if he wasn’t going to get too far in life, and wasn’t really concerned about that in the long run, he knew that graduation, at the very least, was a must.
And so here he was, heading to Hteb’s Mexican Diner for this blind date shit. It wasn’t like anything would come out of it. Even if whoever he was meeting had potential of becoming a future girlfriend, Carter would never let her into his life anyway. He didn’t want anything like that. There was only one person he wanted, and he’d fucked that up too many times; there was no hope for him now. So he’d endure the evening, and at least maybe get a good meal out of it, right? Mexican was good. Carter shoved his hands in his pockets as he left the school and headed to his old beater truck. Yeah. At least the food would be good.
In a few minutes, Carter had arrived at Hteb’s Mexican Diner. The place was crowded, way more crowded than what would ever make him comfortable. God, he hated himself for doing this. This was a bad decision. He didn’t want to go on a date. He didn’t want to see anyone! He could be getting some good moping time in right now! The boy grumbled all the way from his truck to the door of the diner, and when he pushed it open, his eyes simply narrowed. Oh, this would be an excellent evening. He gave the waiter his reservation and was shown to his table. An empty table. Whoever he was being forced to spend the night with wasn’t here yet. Good, he was free for now, at least. He sat down and picked up his menu, looking at the cheaper options Riverdale had provided for this shindig. If these quesadillas sucked, he was going to be pissed.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] this post was made for dee w/ petra and it's a lovely 407 words long. carter is wearing this and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.
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Post by petra on Feb 11, 2011 11:10:04 GMT -7
 YOU’LL BE GIVEN LOVE, YOU’LL BEtaken care of, you’ll be given love you have to trust it[/font] • • • • • • • • • • • CARTER RANDOLPH ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Petra was indifferent about the Valentine’s Day event the school had organized. She had never really been big on holidays, not in this lifetime at least, and to her the meaning of Valentine’s Day had been corrupt. Most holidays had been corrupt really; Halloween was not about getting candy than about celebrating the dead, Valentine’s Day about how popular you were rather than about birth. It wasn’t that she hated them, she just hated what they had turned into. Never the less, she was going to go anyways. She cared about people far too much to stand up whoever she had been paired with, even if it ended up being one of the…darker members of the school. She was dressed no differently than usual with a notable lack of color to her wardrobe. Petra had on a black sleeveless dress with a turtle back and a belt under the bust. Black tights were worn underneath to conceal her incredibly pale legs, black flats as her shoes and bracelets on either wrist. Waist length hair with fading auburn dye had the front sections pulled back at the base of her head while the rest cascaded down her back, a little bit of black liner for the finishing touch.
The young lady made sure her three young siblings were taken care of before leaving, taking the city bus from the poor side of town up to the Middletown. The bus ride didn’t take that long at all and quite soon she found herself walking a block and a half to Hteb’s Mexican Diner. It had been a while since she had had Mexican food, so she was actually looking forward to that at least. Her hands were in the little pockets on her dress and her hair blew in the wind as she walked, tossing it over her shoulder when she finally stepped inside. She recognized a few of the faces, gave some friends some smiles, and went in search of her table. Petra couldn’t help but stop in her tracks when she saw who was sitting at her designated table, though her face remained composed and welcoming. She adjusted her posture before sitting down fluidly and gracefully, doing her best to keep an open mind. “Carter,”
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Post by Carter Jared Randolph on Feb 13, 2011 17:22:20 GMT -7
Valentine’s Day sucked if you were single. If you ever noticed, it was usually only people who were single that complained about how stupid of a holiday it was. If those designated people were in a relationship at the time, then the holiday took on a whole new meaning. Granted, Carter would still have thought the whole holiday was pretty lame if he was still with Bonnie, but now it just sucked royally without her. He would have taken her out. He would have treated her well. Brought her out to a nice restaurant, maybe a movie, some fancy shit like that. She’d like that, right? All women did.
But instead, Carter had lost Bonnie. They were no longer Carter and Natalia, Bonnie and Clyde. They were just single people. Two sad, lonely people. And yet two stubborn people, two individuals who it seemed would never get over this and just get back together, no matter how much they both wanted to, needed to. Maybe Talia was more of an individual, maybe she could handle this, but Carter sure as hell couldn’t. He’d been a mess. That song, “Tell Me I’m a Wreck” by Every Avenue, pretty much spelled it all out. But yet at the end of that song, the singer was happy when he was separated from his woman. Carter wasn’t.
It would be interesting if the girl Carter was with tonight was interested in him. Carter wouldn’t give her a second glance. He wouldn’t give anyone a second glance but his ex-girlfriend right about now. That didn’t mean the boy had to be bitter all night, though. At the sound of his name, Carter set down his menu and looked up. Petra. Well, it could be worse. “Petra,” he said, nodding slightly. “How have you.. been?” Maybe he’d put forth an effort to not be too unbearable for her tonight.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] this post was made for dee w/ petra and it's a lovely 313 words long. carter is wearing this and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.
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Post by petra on Feb 25, 2011 15:41:10 GMT -7
YOU’LL BE GIVEN LOVE, YOU’LL BEtaken care of, you’ll be given love you have to trust it [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • CARTER RANDOLPH ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] So much had changed since her first lifetime, so much that she often found it hard to believe. The last time she had been on this side of the United States she had been escorting Lewis and Clark after being taken away from her tribe. Petra didn’t harbour any hard feelings toward the things that had happened to her back then. She wasn’t bitter about being taken away from her tribe or about her marriage or her children. Petra wouldn’t change that for the world, just like she wouldn’t change how this second life was turning out. While she often voiced that she wanted a little more time to herself, she honestly didn’t mind acting as a parent to her little siblings. She didn’t mind taking care of them since her parents worked so hard to keep a roof over their heads. She also had to admit that she was a little glad to be out of the house this evening, even if it was for something a little unconventional. Before this lifetime Valentine’s Day was a way to celebrate birth and fertility, and now it was just another way for industries to get money. Then again, weren’t all holidays just a way to get more money?
Either way, it could be worse and it could be better. She figured that Carter wouldn’t be too bad without Natalia, and if anything he would be harbouring some bitter feelings of his own about being alone on Valentine’s Day. After all, he was without his Bonnie; if she was in his place she would be rather lonely today. Though not everyone would be thinking of this sort of thing, then again not everyone was as intuitive as she could be. Her posture relaxed, though she continued to hold herself with the nobility she always had, and she reminded herself to try and make the night evening comfortable for him. “I’ve been alright, keeping busy, and yourself?”
[/color] she inquired with that knowing tone of voice that reflected her previous thoughts of how he might be handling Valentine’s Day.[/justify] [/blockquote] words: 345 outfit: clicky! lyrics: bjork, all is full of love notes: - - - [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Carter Jared Randolph on Mar 6, 2011 23:04:36 GMT -7
Carter had always been bad at making small talk, and tonight was no exception. Petra wasn’t someone he particularly hated or anything. They just sort of knew each other, really. They were just.. there. Met through RSOR and never really made any further movements on getting to know each other. That was more Carter than anything, probably. He never made any effort to get to know people or make friends. If they came to him, that was great, maybe he’d put up with them. But getting him to make the first move for a friendship? That was a good one. Maybe the Loch Ness Monster was going to walk on land tomorrow, too.
Either way, though, there was a part of Carter who was probably secretly relieved that he got Petra as his date, for the sole fact that it could have been a hell of a lot worse. Carter tended to strongly dislike and outright hate a lot of people, so it was lucky of him to end up with someone he could stand. Petra had always been decent to him. Besides, he could have ended up with someone like, say, Tamara, for instance. It seemed no one in RSOR was fond of her, sure, but Carter didn’t like the girl. She was always getting in the way. A date between the two of them would undoubtedly end in Carter punching her in the face. And he wouldn’t be afraid to do it.
How was he? How had Carter been? If there was one question in the world that was impossible to answer simply, then it was, without a doubt, that one. Carter hesitated for longer than a moment at her question, looking down at the table. After a while he sighed, looking up. “I’ve been... I’ve been dealing.” He wasn’t about to go and start spilling his inner feelings to a girl he barely knew, but he didn’t feel the need to lie to her, either. So ‘dealing?’ It was a good word to describe how he was doing.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] this post was made for dee w/ petra and it's a lovely 341 words long. carter is wearing this and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.
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Post by petra on Mar 17, 2011 21:24:22 GMT -7
YOU’LL BE GIVEN LOVE, YOU’LL BEtaken care of, you’ll be given love you have to trust it [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • CARTER RANDOLPH ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Much like Carter, Petra wasn’t one to approach people hoping to make friends with them, though for entirely different reasons. Petra adored people, she did, she just didn’t necessarily go up to anyone who appeared friendly and try strike a conversation with them. Petra wasn’t a social butterfly by any means; she was one of those people who sat in a large group and barely spoke a word. She preferred to be left to her own thoughts, what was so wrong with that? At least she wasn’t brooding in corners and cursing at anyone who tried to speak with her. In fact, Petra rarely cursed in general. She was one of those people who rarely used slang or shortened version of words like “ ‘cause” rather than “because”. So what did this mean? It meant that even though she wasn’t the most social creature in the world she was too proper to walk away from this “date”. It also meant that she didn’t consider it a true date since it wasn’t willing on either of their accounts. Petra’s opinion of Carter wasn’t as negative as some others, but it was negative enough for her to have absolutely no chance of romantic feelings what-so-ever, and that meant that this wasn’t a true date.
Honestly, she didn’t expect some heartfelt answer from him. She didn’t expect him to be as honest as he was, and that was barely anything really. In Petra’s eyes, Carter wasn’t all that great of a guy but he was still human. He still had feelings and those feelings could still be hurt. It didn’t really matter to her right now if he had done some horrible things, because obviously he was suffering and she couldn’t ignore that. While he was silent she watched him with those soft and warm eyes of hers, hands folded into one another on top of the table, not allowing her elbows to rest on the top. She gave him a slow nod and brushed some fringe out of her eyes and more toward her brows as she thought of the appropriate thing to say. Her mouth opened to speak but the waiter cut her off, requesting their orders. “You can go first,”
[/color] she offered politely. “I’m not quite sure what I would like yet.”[/color] [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 382 outfit: clicky! lyrics: bjork, all is full of love notes: - - - [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Carter Jared Randolph on Mar 26, 2011 22:46:52 GMT -7
Carter was ‘dealing.’ He’d had no better word to use to describe his situation; instead, he was just dealing. It was appropriate word choice, he figured. After all, he hardly knew Petra. And when Carter kept his feelings to himself as much as he did already, well, dealing was a good word to use. However, it didn’t really describe how he was doing. Carter wasn’t really dealing. He was hurting, and he was hurting quite a bit. More than that, actually. It didn’t seem like it had been weeks, months, since Clyde had lost Bonnie. His scars made it feel like it was just yesterday. Just a few hours ago.
And that just sickened Carter all the more for being on a ‘date’ right now, if you could call it that. In the technicalities of the word, he supposed that’s what it was. They were here together, a guy and a girl, at a restaurant... Other patrons would glance their way and probably easily assume that that was what was going on. A second glance would bring about the realization, however, that neither were too pleased to be here, Carter in particular. And it wasn’t because of who his date was. It was just the fact that he was here. He didn’t want to be at this Mexican restaurant with anyone.
Mexican. The waiter was here, ready to take their order. Mexican food. Right. “I’ll.. I’ll just have a chicken quesadilla.” The longer he sat here, the more he realized that he didn’t have too much of an appetite. Carter figured it wouldn’t be great to sit here and not eat anything, however, and so he’d ordered anyway. He looked back down at the table after he offered, his expression gentle for once, his pain evident. The longer he was here, the worse he realized it was. He hated this. He couldn’t here without her. It just wasn’t right.
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Post by petra on Mar 31, 2011 12:14:55 GMT -7
YOU’LL BE GIVEN LOVE, YOU’LL BEtaken care of, you’ll be given love you have to trust it [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • CARTER RANDOLPH ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Yes, Petra could definitely understood the term “dealing”. When she was ten and kidnapped from her tribe she had dealt with the situation, obviously not pleased with it but knowing that there was nothing she could really do about it. The entire time she had been held captive she had simply dealt with it, doing what they wanted of her so she didn’t make her situation worse. She had had the same sort of attitude when she had been purchased and forced to marry a French man. In most situations all you could really do was accept what was happening and hope that it changed for the better. She had found that in most cases if you were patient and waited long enough exactly that would happen. With life came pain, be it physical or mental, but life also brought healing. A lot could be solved with a little patience; at least that was how she saw it. Would this work in Carter’s case? Well, they would have to wait and see. Petra’s maternal instincts could never stand to see people hurt, even someone who had done a few bad things in this life and the last. To her, Carter was a human being who was in pain, and she couldn’t easily just sit back and pretend like she didn’t care. She would have to figuratively sit on her hands and force herself not to say anything more than she already had.
Her eyes trailed up to the waiter as he arrived, Petra relaxing back into her seat and closing the menu to hand it over to him. “The stew please, and some ginger ale,”
[/color] she ordered in her usual mellow but somehow demanding tone. Petra really was conflicted right now, watching the waiter walk off to get their orders dealt with while simultaneously watching the pain in Carter’s eyes. She wanted to say something that would hopefully comfort him, but she also didn’t want him to get the impression that she was trying it impose on his life. It wasn’t like they spoke very often. And besides, what would she say? Petra couldn’t help but think of her younger siblings and how they always assumed that she had the answers to everything, but that was so far from the truth. “You can leave if you are uncomfortable,”[/color] she finally spoke. “You do not have to stay,”[/color] she added, giving him a smile similar to the ones she gave her siblings when she was reassuring them that there were no monsters under the bed. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 424 outfit: clicky! lyrics: bjork, all is full of love notes: - - - [/size][/blockquote] |
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