<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Great ;)</td></tr></table> He slipped inside of her, the presure building up. He could feel her warm, soft body against his. He grinned, then began thrusting faster, and faster.
Myr's claws dug into Cube's back slightly, as she buried her face into his neck. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, her eyes squeezed shut. The last thing they neede was someone hearing them, she wasn't sure, but fucking in the dorms was probably against school policy.
He let lose and slid out of her body. He kissed her then climbed back on the couch, sweaty and breathless.<span style='color:red'> "Mmm...I needed that" </span>he said grinning. He lit up another joint, and took a sip of his beer.
Myr set about rearranging her clothing back into place.<span style='color:purple'> "Mhmm, you're not the only one."</span> she said with a small laugh. She plucked her joint up from the table where it had fallen and took a long drag. She could already feel the drug affecting her, all of her muscles felt loose and her mind was more at ease, pleasently blank. She sat down on the arm of the couch and inhaled another lung full of smoke. <span style='color:purple'>"Much better..."</span> she breathed, simultainioualy exhaling a small cloud of smoke.
He grinned.<span style='color:red'> "Much"</span>.He took a sip of his beer. He looked at the clock. 8:19. He hoped no one had heared thier little fun, and if they had they could shove it up there asses. He didn't care about anybuddy...except her. He smiled, <span style='color:red'> "Hey, you hungry?"</span>.
<span style='color:purple'>"A little." </span>Myr replied, leaning back against the couch. A content smile was plastered accross her face, her colorless eyes closed peacfully. She was feeling the full effects of the drugs now, a kind of high she loved to experiance. She sighed loudly and took another tiny puff.
He grinned. He would order some pizza, or something. He was so high right now. <span style='color:red'> "Fuck i'm buzzed...all the alchohal and smokes...i'ma gonna have one hell of a hang over tomorrow"</span> he said laughing. He picked up the phone and began ordering some pizza. <span style='color:red'>"Pizza ok?" </span>he asked. He picked up some of his spray paint and removed everything from the table. He then began painting a beautiful picture of Myr. <span style='color:red'>"Graffiti is my art baby".</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Pizza's fine with me hun."</span> Myr murmered through her drug induced stupour. She slid of the arm of the couch, and walked over to stand behind Cube. <span style='color:purple'>"S'nice hun." </span>she smiled lazily. She sauntered back over to the couch and flopped down on it. Myr streatched out on her back, and watched him paint, the hissing of the spray can sound remarkably similar to a snake. She groaned and melted down into the cheap upholstry of the couch, her eyes fluttering shut.
He smiled. Booze, sex and rock n roll. He loved his life. He kicked his feet out on the finished table. The air was thick with the clouds of smoke. He took a sip from his beer and put out his joint. <span style='color:red'>"You wanna beer or sumthin gurl?" </span> he asked reaching into the cooler besides his bag.
Myr shook her head, <span style='color:purple'>"No thanks hun, I'm buzzed enough as it is." </span>she took another puff to prove her point.<span style='color:purple'> "If I get anymore knocked up I won't be able to move for days." </span>she giggled, blowing a few messy smoke rings above her head. They hung in the air a few moments before slowly fading away. The ceiling seemed to have accumulated a layer of smoke a good three inches thick, and the room seemed to reek of pot and tobbaco.
He grinned. <span style='color:red'>"S'fine with me baby"</span> he said giving her a kiss on the cheek. He sat up. "Mr. Pizza' Delivery" a voice came from the door. He got up off his ass and answered it, blowing smoke in the delivery boys face. "Ey, tanks" he said putting the money in his hand and shutting the door in his face. The pizza man left, stunned.<span style='color:red'> "Ey, Pizza's here Myr"</span> he said grinning.
She grinned stupidly, <span style='color:purple'>"About fucking time." </span>she said. "Toss me a slice, will yeh hun?" she asked, not wanting to abandon her comfy spot on the couch. <span style='color:purple'>"And could yeh open the window," </span>Myr said, grumbling slightly, <span style='color:purple'>"Someones gonna smell the smoke and report us."</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Sure hold on a fuckin' sec" </span>he said. He tossed her a slice of pizza and then went over to the window and opened it. He wolfed down a couple slices then sat back down. <span style='color:red'>"Sooooo...whatcha' wanna do now?"</span> he asked.
Myr daintily nibbled the piece Cube had chucked at her. Some food in her belly would help her to sober up a little. Myr's eyes narrowed at his question. <span style='color:purple'>He'll do, he could prove to be a valuable member, or at least some raw muscle if nothing else....</span> she thought. Chewing her mouthful slowly, she swallowed it. <span style='color:purple'>"Hun, are you busy tonight?"</span>
He grinned. <span style='color:red'>"Not if staying at home fucking and eating is busy"</span> he said laughing. <span style='color:red'>"Why?" </span> he asked. He put out his joint in the small overflowing ashtrey on the table. Cube picked up his beer and sipped the rest, then threw it into the corner, smashing it against the wall. Mine as well make this little shit hole as home as possible he thought stretching out on the couch.
Myr sat up. <span style='color:purple'>"I have to go see a few friends," </span>she started, <span style='color:purple'>"but do you think you could meet me in the basement around midnight?"</span> she asked. <span style='color:purple'>"I promise it'll be worth your time."</span> she grinned, standing up to retrieve her jacket.
He grinned. <span style='color:red'>"Sure thing baby, anything with you is worth my while"</span>. He took another beer from his cooler. What was this, his tenth? And man, he was on his fifth joint. He needed to stop fucking all this drugs and alchohal. He was gonna fuckin' die from it. He thought for a moment then decided, Aww screw it, you only fuckin' live once. He looked at Myr and smiled. <span style='color:red'>"Ey, you got any girlfriends?" </span> he asked. <span style='color:red'>"Just kidding baby". </span>
Myr chuckled and picked up her jacket, threading her arms through the dark leather of the sleeves, <span style='color:purple'>"A few</span>." she grinned. She started for the door, but just as her hand settled on the knob, she stopped. "Fuck." she cursed. Myr shoved her hand into her coat pocket, pulling out a a small collection of folded papers. She leafed through them until she located the one she needed. The beaten up piece of paper simply read: Basement 42 Tria 12 am Room 251 Come alone or not at all Underneith was a loopy signature, barely readable as "Tcollvokc". Myr walked back over to Cube, and handed him the paper. She planted a quick kiss on his cheek and headed back to the door. <span style='color:purple'>"Try to be on time, 'kay hun?" </span>she said, before opening the door and stepping out into the hall. <span style='color:purple'>"I'll look forward to seeing you there."</span> she smiled and closed the door behind her.
He grinned. He turned on the T.V and started watching some porn. Damn that was some good shit. He kept looking back at the clock, watching the time. 11:00...11:15...11:55...Holy shit! 11:55! He quickly put his shirt back on and ran downstairs, towards the basement. He carefully placed his knife in his pocket. If anyone pissed around with him he would fuck them up good. He finally came down to the basement. <span style='color:red'>"Ey! Myr you here?" </span> he asked.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>We'll pick this thread up when we start the gang thread, kay?</td></tr></table>
