this city, so pretty!

[travis]

"What you want? Baby I got it? What you need? You know I got it!" Travis Cliffs span around a couple of times in his desk chair before going back to the laptop and the conversation he was having with Shelby. It was something to do with cigarettes and he was in the mood for setting things on fire; like he had done so, so many times before. "All I'm asking for is a little respect; just a little bit, when you come home; just a little bit..." He tapped his fingers on the desk and bobbed his head around a little to the sound of his own voice. It was after hours and he knew that he shouldn't have music on because he could get caught - but there was nothing in the rules about creating his own music, with his own voice and his own hands. He wasn't making that much noise, was he? Hm, that could very well be debatable, but it wasn't going to change the fact that it wasn't in the rules that he couldn't do what he was doing. Unless they were stuck-up assholes with the smell of shit on their noses.

"I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone; I ain't gonna do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna." Travis bobbed his head around a little more and bounced a little in his seat. The conversation in the instant messaging room took a little turn. He admitted that he was a little slow, and backwards, but eventually it was stopped and Travis had told Shelby to meet him at the lake; she was going to give him cookies, and in return he was going to give her as many cigarettes as she wanted. He didn't smoke them for the addiction, he smoked them because he liked setting things on fire and watching them burn. "All I'm asking for is a little respect when you come home; just a little bit, baby; just a little bit, when you come home; just a little bit, yeahh!" Travis threw his hands up in the air and spun around in his desk chair. He signed out of the instant messaging service and pushed away from the desk on the chair.

He was already dressed - well not really, he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt; as many times as he'd been drunk and been dared to run around in his underwear, he didn't think that it would be very appropriate to go out in just his boxer shorts and a t-shirt for cookies. "I'm about to give you all my money, and all I'm asking in return honey, is to give me my propers when you get home; justa, justa, justa; yeah baby when you get home." Travis pulled on a pair of jean shorts and added a cardigan with it. He slipped into a pair of black Nike trainers, grabbed his box of cigarettes; his Zippo lighter and a box of matches.

"Just a little bit; yeah, just a little bit. Hooo your kisses sweeter than honey and guess what, so is my money; all I want you to do for me is give it to me when you get home." Travis slipped out of his room and started to make his way to the lake where he promised he'd meet Shelby in fifteen minutes. "Re-re-re-re-spect; yeah baby whip it to me; just a little bit, when you get home now; just a little bit." There was dance moves in his step as he walked from his room to the lake. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T! FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME!" His voice was an octave louder as he got closer to the lake. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T! TAKE CARE, TBC, OHHHHHHH - SOCK IT TO ME, ETC!" Travis finally arrived at the lake, ahead of schedule.

"A little respect, oh yeah; just a little bit, a little respect; just a little bit." Travis noticed a figure in the distance. He placed his right hand on his head sailor style and leaned forwards a little. "You better have them cookies, my new best friend!" He called out to the figure. A hint of humour in his voice as he dropped his hand back to his side and moved to lean against a tree, taking out his Zippo lighter and flicking it up, again and again, and again...

[shelby alexandria merrick]

*well it's midnight, damn right we're wound up too tight !
^{I'VE GOT A FIST FULL OF WHISKEY, THE BOTTLE JUST HIT ME}

The nicotine just seemed to be calling her name. She hadn't had a cigarette in over two weeks and she was definitely going through withdrawal. Usually she didn't have a problem getting cigarettes. She just flirted with the delivery guy Hank for a carton of cigarettes. However, Hank was on vacation and the substitute delivery guy was gay. That really didn't work out too well for Shelby. And so she was going to have to go another week without her supply of cigarettes.

She was on the computer that was in her cabin while the other girls were sleeping. If the light from the computer woke them up, well then oh well. She could really care less. They would just have to deal with it. Her earphones were fit snugly in her ears and Through the Trees by Low Shoulder blasted through them. Truthfully, if Sophie, Peter, or whoever was on scouting duty tonight were to come into the room she wouldn't notice. What was the worst that could happen. They would put her on shuns for a few days or put her on chopping wood duty. Nothing that she hadn't gone through before.

Someone responded to her IM about craving nicotine. What was the kid's name? Travis? Well, the kid was a lifesaver because he apparently had cigarettes. All she had to do to get them was sneak into the kitchen and get him some cookies. Definitely, one of the easiest trades that she had ever made. She signed off after agreeing to meet him by the lake. There was no way she was going to throw in actual clothes. Her pajamas for the night consisted of a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. All she needed was shoes. Walking lightly over to her bed, she grabbed her UGG Boots, the ones that had been paid for by...well one of her past admirers, as she liked to refer to them, and grabbed her lighter from under her mattress, where she hid it. Going through the drawer next to her bed, she grabbed a flashlight and headed outside.

It was quiet. Extremely quiet. The light from the moon made it so that she didn't even need to use the flashlight that she had brought with her. She made her way to the backdoor of the kitchen and picked the lock on the food cabinet. They had to lock it up to keep the binge eaters out of it. Once she grabbed the cookies, she made her way to the lake. She heard Travis yell something about best friend and something else. She was really going to have to break him out of calling her that.

Once she reached him she handed over the cookies. "Not very discreet are you?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

* we're going till the world stops turning ! ,
^{WHILE WE BURN IT TO THE GROUND TONIGHT}

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[travis]

Travis liked calling people 'best friend', especially people who gave him cookies in exchange for cigarettes, there was something about it that made him tick. He'd never really had a best friend before and this girl seemed pretty nice; perhaps there was a chance, if she didn't break him out of saying that before he had a chance to get to know her a little more. Were they not here to make friends and to get better? It wasn't as though you couldn't avoid people and make new friends - sure friends that would probably end up trying to break you. But Travis was not going to relent to peer pressure, he was going to persist and persist, because he was that kind of person.

The female had arrived at the lake and just like she had promised; or Travis had demanded, she came with cookies; handing them over to him the moment she got there. "YAY COOKIES!" There was no point in telling Travis to keep his voice down; it wasn't going to work. He was easily excited and like the saying goes; 'simple things please simple minds'. Now, I'm not saying that Travis is simple minded just.... easily excited. Yeah, that's the explanation we're going to stick too whether you like it or not.

"Not at all!" Travis acknowledged her question and ignored her raised eyebrow, he concentrated on the cookies more than the female. "I don't do discreet; loud and proud, y'know." He tore his concentration away from the cookies for a brief moment to look up at Shelby before putting his concentration back on the cookies; shoving a whole one in his mouth and chewing on it thoughtfully. The cookies had distracted him momentarily from the situation at hand and the reason why he had gotten the girl to meet him down by the lake in the first place. "OH, you want the cigarettes!" He cried out suddenly through a mouthful of cookie. Travis shoved his hand into the pocket of his jean shorts and pulled out the pack of malborough cigarettes, he flipped the lid and held it out to her, shoving another cookie in his mouth.

Slow down Travis? Never!

[shelby alexandria merrick]

*well it's midnight, damn right we're wound up too tight !
^{I'VE GOT A FIST FULL OF WHISKEY, THE BOTTLE JUST HIT ME}

Hyper. That was the only word that Shelby could think of to describe Travis. This kid just might be out of his mind. Then again, supposedly every kid there was out of their mind. Shelby was still trying to figure out if she liked this kid. She definitely had to give him kudos for having cigarettes, which were definite contraband at Horizon. However, that didn't mean she was suddenly going to be friends with him. She didn't really do the whole friend thing. Letting people in was the easiest way to get hurt. Okay so she had bonded with the other cliffhangers, but that didn't come without a lot of work. That only recently happened, at least within the last few months. Part of that was due to Daisy, who she considered her closest friend since...well since her best friend Patty od'ed when they were on the street.

Anyway, the point was, being her friend took having a lot of patience and a lot of work. Shelby was far from a nice girl. Her time on the streets had definitely hardened her, though she wasn't a complete bitch. At the site of the cigarettes, Shelby found herself getting a tad bit excited. She took it upon herself to take half the carton of cigarettes. She put them in an empty pack that she already had happy to see the once empty box now half full. She slid the pack back into the side of her boots and took out her lighter. Placing one of the cigarettes between her lips, she lit the cigarette. Taking a long inhale she felt a sense of relief come over her. She let the smoke sit for a minute before letting it out in a stream from her mouth. "Yeah and I don't do best friends. I barely do friends." she said. After taking another drag she looked him over. "So what are you here for anyway? Did they send you here because you're too hyper?"

* we're going till the world stops turning ! ,
^{WHILE WE BURN IT TO THE GROUND TONIGHT}

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