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Post by Ainsley Willis on Aug 22, 2016 5:49:46 GMT
 [attr="class","booby"]I've been a dirty bastard, but I will clean my act up I wanna stop doing bad I wanna meet your mom and dad it's not a little unpretending happy ending [attr="class","buttnotes"] | [attr="class","ainsleypost"]Ainsley wasn’t exactly observant, but he was nosy. He was nosy and he enjoyed drama. He fed off it, and while he was pretty decent at staying out of it himself he was good at fueling the fire when other people were involved in things that amused him Nothing of interest had been happening around him recently, and he felt like he was going to die of boredom soon enough. Ainsley didn’t understand how a school full of ‘dangerous’ kids didn’t have more fights and more violence or more something entertaining. Even as he walked the walls from his last class of the day, he found himself looking around for anything of interest. He didn’t really expect anything, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his eyes and ears open for something. After all, who knows what kind of stuff juicy gossip one can pick up on just because someone thinks no one is listening. It was near the exit of the building that Ainsley saw a familiar face, another redhead named Dean who… he knew. That was really all he could say about the other teen, he knew him and had talked to him a bit, mostly under the influence of alcohol or pot, but Ainsley had definitely spoken to him and he didn’t feel burning hatred when he looked at the other teen, so he could only assume the interactions had been mostly positive. The desire to socialize overcame him, and he found himself scurrying towards the other teen, eager to suck up whatever attention he could get. Before he could actually reach Dean, the other teen -who probably wasn’t even watching where he was going- collided into a fellow student, knocking her books out of her hands as well as her phone. Even from where he was, Ainsley could hear her disgruntled snapping, and watched as she and Dean both scrambled to pick up the books and phone she had dropped, before turning to part ways. Except as Dean walked away he was stashing something away in his own pocket, and as Ainsley got closer to the other redhead he could see that it was a small black wallet with a tiny flower on the buckle. ”You’ve got good taste,” he said flippantly as he approached, gesturing very vaguely to Dean’s new found possession. The girl was long gone though, and everyone else was bustling past faster than pigs to the feed. [attr="class","actualnotes"] dean vegas || breaks template into oblivion |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 24, 2016 5:14:39 GMT
▲ on many levels, the last period was usually dean's favourite. if he even decided to attend, that is. not only did it signify the end of the (usually) dull school hours, but it was also that time of day where people were particualrly eager to leave that they paid less attention to their surroundings. it's as if some of them had forgotten the type of school they attended. backpack slung over his shoulder and a relatively tattered binder in one hand, the ginger was coming out of a classroom when he felt a sudden impact against his chest. "oh my god, i've been shot!" he said loudly to his friend, whom he had been fooling around with. said friend rolled his eyes and stepped around the ginger, taking his leave due to 'club activities,' or something lame like that. with a shrug, crimson eyes flicked forward when dean noticed an annoyed grumble. he stared blinkingly at his chest where he felt the bump, but only to end up lowering his gaze further. there was a girl reaching everywhere in order to pick up her belongings from the floor, "whoa, you're like a ninja or somethin'," said the senior with a laugh, quickly crouching down to help the girl pick up the contents of her bag. once the task was finished and the girl was well on her departing way, dean's hand slipped into the pocket of his hoodie. he took out the wallet he had hid whilst helping the girl, blinking down at it. he was about to flick open the buckle with his thumb when a somewhat familiar voice caught his attention, "who? me?" dean questioned as he looked to the pinknette, whom he could vaguely remember from... somewhere. "ya think so?" he grinned, tossing the wallet in the air before catching it again. he swung his schoolbag to the front and casually dumped the wallet inside, along with his binder, "i bet y'wanna split it now, huh? heh, fat chance. i'll get'cha somethin' to eat though, if yer up for it," he offered as he continued forward, "but you'll have to fork over the money 'cause i'm not paying." as if it was solid logic. nevertheless, he briefly gazed at the pink-haired boy as his own hands joined inside the pocket of his hoodie, "antsy willis, right? y'got me that autograph from yer uncle yet? i hope y'already told him that i'm his biggest fan. i have all his movies on my laptop, yanno!"MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ainsley Willis on Aug 24, 2016 5:58:49 GMT
[attr="class","booby"]I've been a dirty bastard, but I will clean my act up I wanna stop doing bad I wanna meet your mom and dad it's not a little unpretending happy ending [attr="class","buttnotes"] | [attr="class","ainsleypost"] ”Ya think so?”Ainsley gave a curt nod, reaching up to twist a strand of his hair on his fingers almost absentmindedly. Truthfully he would have taken the wallet itself over its contents, it wasn’t like he was hurting for money. His parents didn’t spoil him, but they gave him what he wanted and that was about all he cared about. He almost jumped at the thought of free food, but the offer was quickly retracted… well… ‘clarified’ and Ainsley found himself pursing his lips ever so slightly. ”It isn’t even your money to spend, the least you could do is donate it to a worthy cause, AKA me.” After all, why wouldn’t someone want to sit down and eat lunch with him? He was fun to be around! And cute! And there were a thousand reasons people should be begging to be spending time with him! ”Ainsley” He said, tone a bit sharp. What kind of monster would name their kid Antsy?? It was the mention of his ‘uncle’ that solidified Dean’s identity within Ainsley’s mind and any vague memories of the redhead came rushing back like a weird muddled tsunami. Any interaction they had had involved some sort of badgering for an autograph from Bruce Willis and an insistence that somehow they were related and while Ainsley wanted to claim it was true it wasn’t. ”I’m pretty sure I’ve told you before that I don’t even know Bruce Willis and isn’t he like… old? Are you gonna sell his autograph once he’s dead ‘cause that’s a pretty shady thing for you to do.” A tiny finger wag accompanied his words as he chastised the other for his assumed poor behavior. There was only a heartbeat of silence before Ainsley began to speak again, a tiny flourish accompanying his next words. ”Besides, wouldn’t you be happier with my autograph or something? When I’m really famous it’ll be worth millions.” [attr="class","actualnotes"] dean vegas || Ainsley you aren't even remotely famous |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 25, 2016 21:55:51 GMT
▲ there was a loud laugh followed by the other boy (girl?)'s suggestion, "get'cher own stinkin' money, loooserrr," dean sang while giving him the finger, "gotta put the work into it if y'want 'em blings 'cause shit's not just gonna fall on a silver platter for ya!"then, the pinknette was quick to correct him about the accuracy of his name. something ticked into place and dean snapped his fingers, a grin breaking out on his face, "ha! that's it! but doesn't 'antsy' sound cuter? it can be my nickname for ya; our li'l thing, 'ey?" a wink, followed by a few snickers to himself. now that he could match the face to a name, memories were also starting to come back... most of which were related to bruce willis. in fact, dean couldn't even quite recall the conversations he'd had with ainsley during parties and the like. must've been because they were usually made under the influence of alcohol. actually, was this the first time he'd ever met ainsley while they were both sober? well, unless the junior'd had something to indulge in while in class but, he certainly didn't reek of booze. dean for one would know, with his only real gift being a good sense of smell and all: like a dog. "why would i wait till he's dead?" he stared, "i'd obviously do it now before i get another one." shoulders shrugged, "but what the hell, yer not related to him? how useless. what good are ya if you're not gonna be my bruce willis autograph factory?"maybe it had something to do with the fact that he just never actually got to know ainsley; he hadn't exactly developed an interest in him yet and there was nothing materialistic to get him hooked, either. or maybe it had something to do with the fact that ainsely was eyeing at the wallet dean had put in the effort to steal. "yer kinda tricky, huh?" he questioned out loud as he stared blinkingly up at the sky, "how would you get famous anyway? are y'gonna rob a bank or are y'gonna invest in stocks?" 'cause getting an actual hardworking job was clearly out of the question, "you should become an ant farmer though; yer 'antsy' after all, so you'll do great! i hear they sell really well in like, europe." as if he didn't just pull that one out of his ass. "i wouldn't want an ant farmer's autograph though. unless y'somehow discovered how t'cure cancer with 'em. but it'd take a real fanatic to actually want an ant-farmer-scientist's signature, i bet!"laughing at the thought, dean flicked his vision to the junior again as the two of them strolled across campus, "are y'following me? ya wanna hit up the girls' locker room, too? i know there's one chick who always leaves an extra hotdog in her gym locker. prolly so she can have a snack after practice or somethin'." he blinked a few times, though a wry smile quickly surfaced as his gaze slid away, "or yanno, maybe she uses it for whatever else. i ain't judgin'. i'd do it too if i was the type to spoil perfectly good hotdogs."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ainsley Willis on Aug 30, 2016 4:47:29 GMT
[attr="class","booby"]I've been a dirty bastard, but I will clean my act up I wanna stop doing bad I wanna meet your mom and dad it's not a little unpretending happy ending [attr="class","buttnotes"] | [attr="class","ainsleypost"]Antsy was a horrible nickname. It sounded like… some sort of weird ailment that Ainsley wanted no part of and at the suggestion of it being ‘their’ thing he rather literally stuck up his nose and let out a huff. ”It’s gross, if you’re going to give me a nickname at least make it cute. And besides what’s wrong with my actual name?” Even if Ainsley’s name was a bit feminine he liked it well enough. To be fair though, it seemed that being feminine was something Ainsley took a bit of pride in. ”You sell it when they die so you can make more money. If they’re dead they can’t make anymore autographs and therefore the ones that already exists make a lot more money. Duh.” It seemed like simple logic, but maybe he had explained it poorly to start with or maybe Dean just didn’t understand how these things worked. He seemed to be living in the now, which was all fine and dandy except when it came to things increasing exponentially in value. The pinkette’s nose scrunched up at the thought of robbing a bank. That was real jail time right there and that just wasn’t something he was interested in, so he shook his head. ”I don’t see why I’d rob a bank, I’ve got plenty of things going for me that I can use to amass a fortune.” It sounded more like idle musings rather than a firm statement, and he glanced over at Dean thoughtfully before shrugging a little. ”I could be a model or something. I’ve certainly got the looks for that,” he chuckled with a flip of his hair. Ainsley listened in mute silence as Dean yammered on about him becoming an ant farmer, and after a moment the pinkette simply sighed and shook his head. ”If I were going to farm ants I’d make them giant mutant ants, why would I devote my research to something so many other scientists are doing? I could make giant military grade ants or something.” ”I’m not following you! We’re going the same way!” A total lie, but it didn’t matter one way or the other, it didn’t really seem like Dean cared all that much anyway. Again Ainsley fell silent for a moment at Dean’s rather off the wall comment, though after a moment tiny smirk crossed his face. ”But you would shove a hotdog up your ass?”[attr="class","actualnotes"] dean vegas || THEY'RE BOTH DUMB TRASH AND I LOVE THEM |
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Post by dean vegas on Sept 3, 2016 18:44:21 GMT
▲ at the pinknette's continuous complaints regarding his 'nickname,' dean huffed. "but what's wrong with 'antsy' either? it's fucking adorable. maybe ya just dunno how to appreciate real art," he said, as though the nicknames he threw at others were really anything impressive or meaningful, instead of some bullshit he came up on the spot. nonetheless, as ainsley went on to explain how selling autographs worked, the ginger's head tilted slightly, "yer not much of a businessman, are ya?" he suggested, one eyebrow arched expectantly, "why not sell the one i have now before gettin' another for later? and maybe a third as keepsake?" speaking like he was the type to get sentimental about anything, "i'm sure they wouldn't be that hard t'come by if you were both his nephew and my best friend," a wide, toothy grin. "but too bad. now yer worth nothing. 'less yer just hidin' the fact that yer actually related to him anyway."with a wink, he snapped his fingers before pointing an index finger at the junior, "reverse psychology and all that, right? i get'cha."or did he? well, he wasn't entirely stupid, for one. but it's not like dean was the smartest kid in the block either. at least not academically. he just didn't apply himself enough and school usually bored him endlessly. his shoulders shrugged as he, too, chuckled politely at ainsley's suggestion of possibly becoming a model as a future career choice, "yeah, i think the bark is hiring fresh faces to pose with their dogs! want me to submit yer name some time? i'm sure you'll look great next to a cocker spaniel; yer practically twins." rather, any dog with floppy ears would probably do but, it was better to narrow down his strong points from the get-go, right? "well, unless yer really looking to become an ant farmer anyway," dean added with a shrug, pulling out a hand to gesture an arch in the air, "'auntie ainsley's ant farm,' got a ring to it, huh?" he was quiet for a moment as he eyed the junior up and down, "yeah, yer better off as an ant farmer, auntie." he said before adding an explanation: "since ya don't wanna be antsy."man, maybe he should consider becoming a career counsellor. with a little use of imagination and he'd already mapped out some possibilities for someone he barely knew. did that make him a natural? stroking his chin slightly as he pondered over his own 'talent,' it took the ginger another moment to flick his attention back to ainsley, "oh yeah? so yer just stalking me then," that seemed like a valid explanation. except it didn't, actually. at the second suggestion however, the senior gave an obvious flinch and quickly sidestepped, "whoa! hold up. what the fuck, yer nasty," he feigned accusation, pretending to cover his ears with his hands, "who said anything about shoving a hotdog up the ass? how did y'even come to that conclusion? 'cause that's some private shit that i don't wanna know about," nah, he did. he always did. "man, what if she was only picking her nose with a hotdog, huh? adds to the flavour anyway."with a huff, dean looked back to the front with his hands returning to his hoodie pocket. gaze flicked briefly to ainsley without turning his face, "yeah, i didn't buy that bullshit either," he snickered, "would you though? is that what we're off to do now? stealing some chick's dildo so we can take turns messing with it? what's the point of that when both of us already have one?" crimson eyes blinked as he stared up at the sky, "well, i do anyway."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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