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Post by gagelee on Jul 24, 2011 6:41:15 GMT
_______________________________________________ The crowd of clubbers where going wild, some grinding, some just plain out shit-face and was just dancing in some weird floppy way, and others well they were nodding there head. It was all good for, Gage. Saturday night at Mercy, and he was the star DJ. No, it didn’t matter if he was the star or not. It was about the music, the night, the atmosphere. And right now, it did matter what people thought of him. Thank god they were loving the material he was mixing together for them for the last hour, when their song would come on they’d scream, when they didn’t know the song, they’d eventually scream something to cheer it on. Gage knew when to throw in a random noise from his own mouth, or just rap a part along with a huge white smile on his face and it’d only make things better, but unfortunately, he needed a break from all of it.
After screaming over the noise to the other all time DJ for him to continue the music, he stepped down from the booth and was basically tackled with compliments. Gage would smile and say thanks, sometimes laugh at the slurring words a drunk person would say. Finally… He thought when he got to the bar. A woman of her thirties behind the bar smiled, reached over and patted Gage’s shoulder then spoke with a voice that gave away she obviously smoked for years now. “Hey, kid. What can I get you? Free drink for that good music you put out there.” Smiling he simply shook his head and chuckled as he leaned on the counter. “Thanks, just get me vodka and a bit of cranberry and I’ll be good.” After the woman nodded, he turned around and faced the crowd.
“Here you go, kid.” The woman said while she rolled the drink to him, which he caught and immediately started sipping on. As the minutes passed on, he wanted to get back up there and do his thing..
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Post by SIMON CHAPMAN on Jul 25, 2011 0:16:06 GMT
Simon wasn't quite drunk enough, yet. He hadn't arrived but ten minutes ago while Djs were switching. One of them looked familiar, but he couldn't place it. He'd come here a little coked up to begin with, and as he rubbed at his nose, he ordered a glass of whiskey from one of the bartenders.
Leaning up against the bar and chatting up one of the nearest chicks, he worked on finishing this Whiskey. He wanted to be in a motel with a chick within the next forty-five minutes. It really only ever took him twenty anyway. But he never liked to rush himself.
He wasn't getting anywhere with this one chick, though, and after telling her he needed to hit the restrooms, he headed through the crowd, bumping into some guy not two seconds later.
His whiskey spilled all on the front of the guys shirt.
"Well, damn." He grumbled, "There goes my whiskey." He sighed, not offering up any sort of apology to the guy who he'd just bumped into and spilled drink all over.
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Post by gagelee on Jul 25, 2011 0:48:31 GMT
_______________________________________________ People were being shoved into him, not that it wasn’t a problem unless a dude ended up touching him where he shouldn’t be touched and so far that hadn’t happened. Gage just so happened to forget about everything else, all the regrets, the math problems, the drama in his life ,and put his heart into the sound. It all was perfect until he felt the cold-ness from liquid being spilt onto him.
Gage blinked, stopped in his tracks and jerked his head as well as his body around to look at the guy who made the comment, who held the empty glass, and stood there like he didn’t know what he was going on. It didn’t take Gage long to process who the guy was under the neon lights. ”Simon?!”. A second passed before Gage already grabbed Simon by his shirt and pushed him back towards the crowd with as much force as he could and launched himself at Simon. His jaw was locked and heat was running through out him. At that moment Gage had all of his worries to come back, and most of all that chat with him and Farren. It only just made Gage want to slam his fist harder into Simon’s face non-stop, and by this time, the crowd had backed away with camera’s and phones capturing it. This fight would be everywhere. [/font][/center] _______________________________________________ Tag:[/size][/font][/b] Simon[/size][/font] Outfit:[/size][/font][/b] Here[/size][/font][/URL] |
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Post by SIMON CHAPMAN on Jul 25, 2011 1:06:34 GMT
It was a real shame that Simon didn't know how to fight. It wasn't that he was weak. He was always doing hard labor, but... for some reason, the fighting gene wasn't in him. He usually ran the other fucking way when he saw a fight coming. Sometimes, though, he was coked up and stupid. Like right now.
He was being pushed back into the crowd before he could even gather his wits about him. Oh dear lord, Gage. How hadn't he realized it was him. There wasn't much he could do anyway, Gage was in hulk mode or somethin'. So, Simon just blocked his face the best he could,
"Stop, man! Stop already!" He grunted, yanking the boy's arm as it was coming down to hit him, able to get the other on the floor. Now how to punch a person...
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Post by gagelee on Jul 25, 2011 3:35:23 GMT
_______________________________________________ Gage rolled onto the floor only a moment before he rolled back over on top of Simon, straddled his torso, while he locked his knees into Simon’s sides digging them into his ribs while he grabbed his hair, pulled up his head then pushed his head back against the floor. Next, Gage went from his left fist to his right fist, between each hit to Simon’s face. Every hit got harder and harder, Gage just didn’t feel it was hard enough.
Next thing Gage knew, the security was pulling Gage up and off of Simon, while the other security was watching Simon like a hawk. Gage couldn‘t help but laugh and look down at Simon while he was being drug out. ”You fucking jackass! You talk so much shit, what’re you doing now, fucker?! Just laying there helpless!” [/font][/center] _______________________________________________ Tag:[/size][/font][/b] Simon[/size][/font] Outfit:[/size][/font][/b] Here[/size][/font][/URL] |
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Post by SIMON CHAPMAN on Jul 25, 2011 4:03:42 GMT
Simon had succeeded for like a second and was trying to scramble to his feet when Gage was able to hold him back down. "Get off meee!" He'd grunted at one point before he'd gotten a little too dizzy in the head to say anything.
He was thanking the heavens for security as they pulled Gage off of him. Simon sat up as Gage was being dragged up, regretting how fast he'd done so. Holding his head still for a second, he groaned inwardly, pushing himself onto his feet. He very well wasn't going to look like that had hurt like hell. The blood was doing enough to reveal that.
Stumbling into the men's bathroom, he pulled out paper towels, wetting them and wiping his face, inspecting the damage as he went. "God dammit." He hissed at his appearance. Smoothing down his hair (because that was the only thing he could control) he wiped more blood from his lip- busted.
Taking a paper towel out with him, he held it to his nose, which was refusing to stop bleeding. Deliberately going out the back "employee's only exit" so he didn't run into the crowd who'd just watched him get thrown around like a rag-doll, he sat down on the curb.
He really needed to get a license, so he didn't have to ride home bleeding in a cab.
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Post by gagelee on Jul 25, 2011 10:25:01 GMT
 WHO HAS TO KNOW?WHEN WE LIVE SUCH FRAGILE LIVESYOU'LL BE MY LIL' SECRET- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Gage would be okay as long as he didn't see Simon's face anymore for tonight. So, when the security threw him from the club he shook his head and laughed because of the fact if not now, but tomorrow Simon's ass woop'n would be all over the place. Everyone would know. It was a shame that Simon had to get in everyone's business and act like he could handle it himself ,but everyone knew by now that if Simon ever got in a fight. He'd lose, but he brought it on himself after all, right? Correct.
Gage's night had been ruined. It was complete bullshit, he probably would never DJ at Mercy again, but who knew? He had the crowd jumping pretty high. He could charm the owner into something nice and he'd be able to DJ again, so Gage didn't have to worry about that at all. Gage then blinked when he saw a bloody figure before him, one sitting on a curb. He squinted a bit more then noticed it was Simon. Oh, great. Gage's anger began rattling loose within him again, and he actually tried to controll it this time. Why was he so god damn mad about this? Usually he was happy with how this turned out, but for some reason. He could not let this go, and he wouldn't.
Gage knew Simon would look up at him eventually so right then he jogged up to the boy, grabbed the back of his shirt and basically picked him up and threw him into a dark ally right beside them both. Gage knew the fight wouldn't last long because the cops would eventually get called if he didn't go ahead and finish this. Gage locked his jaw and stood there for a moment to watch the boy freak out for a minute before he launched himself towards Simon, not to tackle but to get a bit more strength and good positioning for his fist to meet his gut. Afterwards, he gripped Simon's shoulders and pushed him back. "Come on Simon. It's just me and you, buddy. We don't have much time." Gage grinned as he said this waiting for Simon to make at least one move.
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SO THIS POST IS FOR THAT SPECIAL PERSON I CALL Simon/Elle AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT word count WORDS IN THIS POST SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST SO HAPPEN TO LOOK LIKE This LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT Simon's gonna get his ass beat again. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES.
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Post by SIMON CHAPMAN on Jul 25, 2011 12:03:35 GMT
Where were all the cabs tonight? He'd sat here for a good then minutes and saw no yellow cabs going either way down the road. Maybe he just wasn't seeing straight, though, which was very possible, that bang to the head had really gotten him dizzy.
He obviously was missing more than a few things here because he didn't notice Gage again until he was getting pulled up by the back of his shirt,
"Fu-." He started to hissed as he was thrown back into the alley, staggering back on his feet, reaching for the wall behind him to keep him standing up. His hand slipped from the wall, though when Gage's fist collide with his stomach, and the only reason he was still standing now was because the other boy way holding him up by his shoulders.
He glared back darkly at the other, eyes lidded heavily, lip turned down in a scowl,
"I'm not fighting you. You aren't even worth the time or the effort." He grunted back, jerking out of the boy's grip.
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Post by gagelee on Jul 28, 2011 4:52:31 GMT
WHO HAS TO KNOW?WHEN WE LIVE SUCH FRAGILE LIVESYOU'LL BE MY LIL' SECRET - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Gage grinned at the site. Big- mouth Simon all helpless, it was a great site. One he would never forget. And the funny thing was, Simon was STILL talking shit! Would he ever learn his lesson? Probably not, poor rich boy.
Gage popped his knuckles then his neck as he pulled back his large fist and sent it to Simon's face with a fake smile upon his face, once Simon was distracted with the hit, Gage kept the hits coming until he saw a few more people coming into few, then turned around back to Simon and smirked. "Simon, keep your mouth shut and I won't FIND you." Gage turned around and jogged out of the alley before smiling back at Simon. Afterwards, he walked on the sidewalks just like a normal person.
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SO THIS POST IS FOR THAT SPECIAL PERSON I CALL Simon/Elle AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! THERE ARE ABOUT word count WORDS IN THIS POST SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST SO HAPPEN TO LOOK LIKE This LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT Simon's gonna get his ass beat again. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES.
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