| RP with Toki: Holiday |
[07 Dec 2007|11:14pm] |
Dash meandered through the hallways after class. Not looking forward to going home. Too much of that strained silence and scared looks from Izzy. Like he was supposed to know what was going on between his parents. Christ. What a way to spend fall break. He raked a hand through his hair and leaned against his locker. He was antsy and didn't want to go home just yet. So where did that leave him now? Practice was canceled because of the weather, so that was left out. Kwan was over at Lancer's doing that... magic stuff.
He shook his head. Didn't want to think about Kwan just now.
So that left him to wander the hallways for just a bit longer.
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| Back from Vacation |
[21 Aug 2007|10:27am] |
He dropped the bags on the floor and flopped over on his bed. "Christ."
Two weeks, they said. Just two weeks out in the desert with creepy Aunt Florence. Somewhere, that had turned into two months. Well, yeah, he supposed it was a nice enough thing to do after she busted her leg like that out in the driveway helping them load bags. But... Christ! Two freaking months?
He wanted to see his friends again. Dash furrowed his brow as he lay face-down on his bed. What friends? He snorted. Shorter list recently than he thought. Kwan, definitely needed to get in touch with Kwan. Find out about that freaky explodey bit over the summer. Toki? He shivered and it turned into a shudder. Still not quite certain what to do with the runt. Especially after that little incident out in the desert... He shoved the thought away and shoved himself up from the bed.
He couldn't remember Toki's number anyway. He dialed Kwan's number instead.
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[18 Jul 2007|01:25pm] |
Im in hell rigfht now.
And hell looks alot lik Arizona.
Whats all this crap about stuff blowng up in Amity? Dad got a call or something about a city block or somthng going up but it nevr made the news? Whats going on?
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| RP with Toki: Violin Lessons |
[21 Jun 2007|12:46am] |
School was almost over and Dash couldn't be more relieved. A few weeks since that last date with Kinmuno and Dash was still antsy when the passed in the hallway. The stupid peircing had healed, but everything else was still raw and nervous.
It probably didn't help that his mom had almost walked in on him and the runt the next morning. Cuddling. He was freaking cuddling Kinmuno when she started knocking on the door. But the other boy had been small and warm and fit in his arms. It had been... kinda nice, actually.
Which was sort of the problem.
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[27 Apr 2007|02:43am] |
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christ in hell ive got a boyfriend
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| RP with Kwan: Tangling with the Sues |
[01 Apr 2007|01:00am] |
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Dash shuffled his feet as he waited for Kwan to show up. He tried thinking about anything but the umpteen other dozen things they could be talking about instead of that damned gear mark on his shoulder. Oh, right, like spells and Kwan dating Danny. Right. The usual topics. He scowled and hunched his shoulders. School wouldn't be out soon enough.
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[01 Apr 2007|12:53am] |
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Kwan, dude. redy to talk. where are you? answr you damned phone!
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| RP with Toki. |
[31 Mar 2007|12:29am] |
He didn't like lingering in the showers after class, but there was no way he was going to let anyone see that stupid marking on his right shoulder. Dash grumbled as he stood under the shower, hot water long since run out and voices still echoing against the tile outside the plastic curtain.
At last the voices thinned and Dash peeked out around the curtain to see only a couple of guys left, both yanking shoelaces tight and getting ready to leave. Dash snatched his towel, wrapping it around his hips, and made his way to his locker.
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[26 Mar 2007|08:51pm] |
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that mrk thing from the game is still on me. wtf?
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| HP +25! |
[25 Mar 2007|11:35pm] |
Dash jerked back from the computer desk hard enough to tip his chair over. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, hardly daring to breath. Almost lightheaded from the sudden absence of his armor and sword, the sudden shift from blood pounding adrenaline to late night computer surfing lethargy. He pulled himself up, sweat palm almost slipping off the desk as he rose to stare open-mouthed at the computer.
His little character was doing the "level up!" dance.
He poked the computer screen.
Just glass.
Breath whooshed out of his lungs. Just. Dream. Just some weird ass dream. Dash swallowed hard. Felt like his mouth was full of cotton. Just a dream. He backed away from the desk and edged his way towards the bathroom. Christ. He could still feel the ache in his muscles from fighting. But he hadn't actually fought anything, right? Just the computer game. Dream. About the computer game. Probably just from where he fell out of the chair.
Dash leaned over the sink and turned on the taps. Splashed water on his face. Didn't help much. Pulled his shirt off. It was still there. Intricate swirl of clockwork gears etched neatly into the hollow just under his collarbone.
Still there.
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| Snow Day |
[03 Feb 2007|12:00am] |
Izzy had been the only one who asked why Dash was home early form detention. Which was fine by him. Less questions and less answers. He was on short supply for that last. What the hell had happened there? It couldn't be blamed neatly away on spells or impulse or global warming. He'd wanted it. Wanted Kinmuno.
Didn't matter.
Just school and hallway and ready to drive home. Other people meandering in the hallway, but emptying fast. Dash slammed his locker shut and started towards the exit. Saw Kinmuno and froze.
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[18 Jan 2007|11:08pm] |
First of all Im not mad at you so don't start.
Last weekend sucked.
Bigtime.
You did some stuff you didn't mean to and i did some stuff i did mean to. even if I didnt want to mean it. That doesn't make shit sense but I do't care right now.
Not mad at you. Just what happened. So if you see me in the hall or something and i don't even talk to you its not cause I hate you all of a sudden. I screw it up whenever i try to talk, so I"m gonna figure out what's going on before I talk anymore.
So yeah I'm gonna talk when I figure out what to say.
But i don't hate you idiot.
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| No Izzys a dork so there. |
[01 Jan 2007|07:49pm] |
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Changed the password on this stupid thing so Izzy can't get back in it. Gotta good haul this year from Christmas, except for the usual socks and stuff from dad. Collectible from Kwan (thanks man been looking for that one for awhile!), used video game from Izzy (sucks but the thought counts and yeah i know your probably reading this brat), and a new fanbelt for the Lumina from mom. Didn't expect that last one. But cool.
My stuff to other people is gonna be late this year. Deal with it. And if you read this then don't cause this is where i'm keeping the stupid list until I get everything.
Mom and Dad: Glove stuff. Those fuzzy ones mom likes so much.
Izzy: One of those Neo thingies. and quit reading this brat.
Kwan: You'll freak. I swear. And quite reading this.
Other people: stuff.
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| Why I Am A Dork |
[29 Dec 2006|11:55pm] |
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I collect teddy bears. One of them is blue. Three are green. I want to be a teddy bear when I grow up.
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[18 Dec 2006|09:55pm] |
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Havent been updating this stupid think like im supposed to and the damned therapist is riding my ass. So a quick version of why life sucks right now. Mom and Dad are fighting. Izzy's being an ass magnet like usual and not going away. Barely surviving grades. Got em up and all, but not hwere they need to be. I still have to ask kinmuno to the stupid dance so i don't get kicked off the team. ALready played the game (we won!) but i can't risk next season. A ffotball scholarship is my only way out of Amity and away from all the wierdness. Not that normals so hot anymore.
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| The Experiment |
[22 Nov 2006|12:04am] |
The internet was a scarier place than Dash remembered. Of course, last time he looked, there were pixilated breasts involved, not... Christ, not the shit he was finding. But that didn't stop the sullen burn of arousal that crept around the edges of his mind. Didn't like it. Didn't like the way it felt, the way it slipped so insistent past his instinctive habits of picturing happy bouncing cheerleaders. Gay porn. Why in the hell did they have to suggest gay porn?
And Lancer was supposed to be a teacher!
Dash pushed away from the computer after about two hours of searching and watching grainy videos. Eyes hurt. He stumbled towards his bed and collapsed on the rumpled sheets. Didn't solve anything. Didn't fucking solve anything! Dash punched his pillow and curled onto his side. Never solved anything.
( Life is but a dream )
Dash woke up with a scream.
((ooc: dream sequence co-written in an rp with kimu))
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| First Day Jitters |
[01 Oct 2006|01:51am] |
It occurred to Dash, when he woke up choking on a scream, that there were better ways to start the morning. He flung off his blanket and stumbled out of bed. A horrified stare was directed down at his boxers as though they were woven of crushed cockroaches rather than 100% polycotton blend. A wet spot, still warm and sticky, lay primly on his crotch.
"Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream," he muttered rapidly to himself, remarkably clear despite the desperation in every word. Dash sagged against his bed, burying his face in his hands. Wet dream. He had a fucking wet dream about--
No. Oh hell no.
Not the runt.
...smug grin and flashing crimson eyes staring down at him. wirey body and calloused fingers touching in all right places, stroking and insistent and so fucking close to
Bad enough, bad enough, bad enough! Damned Kimuno was bad enough he didn't want to remember the rest where--
Dash grabbed a random bundle of clothes and made a run for it to the bathroom. Cold shower. Cold shower. Cool tile beneath his feet. Underwear flung in a corner. Hot water. Too hot. Colder, colder, too cold! Water spattered down on him. Stupid upstairs showerhead. Lime buildup. Yeah. Dash rested his forehead against the shower stall. Had to grab his backpack. School supplies in it and crap. Lather, rinse, repeat. No pencils, though. He'd have to grab one from
Kwan.
A strangled sob died in Dash's throat and he sank to the shower floor. Didn't want to remember. Didn't want to recall those phantom caresses. Didn't want to
strong hands pinning him down. gentle smile and warm, dark eyes. want to touch, yank him down and wait. lips brush against his own, coax them to part, and finally, finally contact and deep kiss, hot and demanding and heavy weight holding down and he doesn't care, just contact, contact, hands skimming lower and
Enough of the damned shower.
Out. Dressed. Didn't matter. Backpack, downstairs, gulp down breakfast, ignore his mother's concerned look. Out the door, go, go, go! Car wouldn't start, oil low, kick it and go. Traffic jam, shit! There's school, out, run, backpack split open, and fucking Calvin Wilson driving through the goddamned mud puddle and splashing it all over his fucking letterman jacket!
Dash finally made it to school, his busted backpack slung over his back and his letterman drapped over his arms like a wounded pet.
All in all, the first day of school was really shaping up to suck.
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| RP with Jazz |
[23 Sep 2006|11:40pm] |
Lancer knew about Dan. But Lancer was a teacher, and thus, automatically not to be trusted.
Danny probably knew about Dan. But Danny was a dork who didn't even like Dash in the first place.
Kwan would know about that bet with Dan soon enough. But Dash had enough problems now to begin worrying about that yet.
While not entirely clear to his concerned family, it was otherwise quite apparent why Dash Baxter was having something of a bad week. They were going to find out. They already knew about that... date... with Kinmuno, so how much longer until they knew exactly what that little bet had been about in the first place? Dash tried shuffling through the facts another time, to see if anything connected.
Danny probably knew about Dan. Okay. Let's follow that.
Danny's parents are ghost hunters. And ghost hunters know all about ghosts.
Therefore, Danny should know at least a little bit about ghosts. And they had a truce thing going on anyway.
Dash swallowed what was left of his pride and dialed the Fentons' number, hoping it hadn't changed since his tutor session with Jazz.
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| Hey Shithead! |
[21 Sep 2006|08:06pm] |
You know who you are. I asked the runt on a date and he said yes. Got that out of the way. Your turn to hold up your end of the deal.
((ooc: dash thinks he's been clever and locked the post so only dan can read it. dash is very, very wrong.))
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| Benderz, yo? RP with Danny. |
[17 Sep 2006|07:55pm] |
Dash sat sulking at the Nasty Burger. None of it made any sense. What had happened? It had been just a stupid conversation, a talk between best friends. Then yelling. But it wasn't like they'd never done that before. But the kiss?
Kwan and Dash had never done that before.
Poking sullenly at the soggy fries didn't help either. And what was with that odd lightheaded feeling? Right after running out of the hotel, then wham! Like one of the laws of physics had been repealed or something.
Dash looked up. Saw Danny come into the restaurant.
And grinned.
She was so gonna kick her ass.
Verbally, of course.
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