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[Tobin and Deception]

Oh yeah. About the most treasured artifact in the presence of Mr. Tobin Paramour was the bottle dangling from limp, pale fingers as his sneakers cracked shattered fragments of transparent, hard glass. He kept his head down, obsidian locks concealing one of two azure eyes, his upper work of teeth attacking the piercing in his lip. He wasn’t afraid of getting caught here with alcohol, he was afraid of having said beverage taken away. He wished he would have brought his iPod to drown out the silence around him with the sound of music; as this thought crossed his mind he had the strange urge to hum something from that play - The Sound of Music. He stuck to silence. Dubbed insane by himself and himself alone, he was sure anyone around him at the time - though he doubted anyone was - would edge away from him and label him a strange emo drunk. Which is a funny thing to label someone, as nearly every ‘drunk’ you saw had a matted beard with small animals living inside of it and a bald head usually covered with a cap that appeared to have been urinated on at lest twenty times, or possibly dropped underneath a horses back legs after it ate a bad carrot that gave it the runs. Whichever suits your state of mind, I suppose. But really, Tobin was not exactly addicted to alcohol; he had convinced himself that he could do without. He simply didn’t want to, and probably wouldn’t for awhile. It wasn’t like he went around and knocked random people after getting wasted. That just wasn’t his style. No, when Tobin was drunk he was always silently drunk, and it was usually in this state of mind that he got the most sleep, especially if he silently passed out. He just hoped he didn’t trip and fall on any of the broken glass or metal around him.
You may be curious as to exactly where the boy acquired this particularly large container of whiskey. Fake ID. Though he looked young for his age, he could apparently pass for the age limit to buy alcohol, even though he guy had needed his fake to assure himself of the youngster’s ‘age’. The boy had decided to go where no one would find him if they were trying to and down the entire bottle. He slid down against a worn building, and the walls creaked with the impact. He sat, legs to his chest, opened the bottle, and inhaled the scent before coughing deeply. He tipped the bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips and downed a long sip, the alcohol burning his throat as it went down.

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

"You're too young to be drinking." Yes. She had this sense of catching others. Of course, she wasn't a cop or anything.
And she wasn't one to talk. Yes. Ari drank. But she never really spoke of it. Nor did she hide it. Hiding it made it sound like you had a guilty complex. Something Ari didn't like.
"But I can't do anything about it." she finally said, finally deciding to walk over, only slightly twirling. She had a song stuck in her head, but wouldn't sing; being tone deaf.

She stopped near him and put her hands on her knees which were covered with black jeans, ripped in several spots in the back. But nowhere revealing. She did like leaving SOMETHING to the imagination. She smiled widely, not exactly cheerful as she was sarcastic, but she could try and be nice. She chuckled, putting a hand on her shirt towards the top. She wanted to believe he was more tasteful than that, to look down her dark grey V-neck shirt. But she didn't know him well enough to give him that credit. So she kept anything from being visible.

She finally decided to take a seat with that wide smile, "What are you doing here? And what are you drinking?" she questioned, brows raised.

[Tobin and Deception]

The bottle slipped from his lips and liquid sloshed out of the opening and onto the leg of his pants; it looked uncannily like he had wet himself and the pee had missed his crotch. He looked up at the owner of a voice that had stated the obvious, ruffling Tobin’s feathers a bit. Just a bit. His face was set with a scowl as he glanced up, rubbing at the liquid on his jeans, and the bit that had gotten on his From First to Last t-shirt. He swallowed and finally saw the speaker, throwing her the oh-so-common phrase, “What’s it to you?” in a calm voice. He hugged the bottle to his chest, and as she spoke again, he nodded, “Exactly…” his voice trailed off and he looked away, before looking back as she neared. She had rips in the back of her jeans, he noticed, and looked away, fidgeting a little and seeing that she held her shirt up out of the corner of his eye. Okay, yeah, he was the type of person to do that - look up her shirt. But she didn’t need to know that, so he pretended not to notice. She wasn’t a welcome person at the moment anyway.
“Why do you want to know?” he asked her softly, though let the bottle fall away from his chest so she could see what kind it was. “Obviously I came here to drink without people bothering me and telling me to put it away.” he raised an eyebrow, “Last time I checked I left my mom in LA. And she doesn’t look anything like you. So don’t get the idea you’re going to make me stop.” his voice was strangely calm and soft, though he kept his eyes on hers the entire time he spoke.

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

"Hey! Hey! Calm down. I wasn't going to tell you what or what not to do. I'm not a hypocrite. I was just questioning." she shrugged, "Like I said. I'd be a hypocrite if I told you it's bad. I drink. Not too much. But enough to get me kicked out of my house." she then paused, "Wait. No. I was kicked out of my house because I was too old to live there." she thought it over. That was her eighteenth birthday present.
Unless it was her bad habits that induced it. Smoking. Drinking. Those guys they'd find running out of the house when they returned.
Oh well. That was then.
"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. Like I said, I wasn't telling you what you could or couldn't do." she held her hands up innocently and raised a brow.
"Okay?" she probably had said the word 'okay' tons of times, but she didn't really care, "My name's Arietta. But call me Ari." she finally introduced herself, looking around slowly, "I was just wandering around and I seen you. So I thought I'd come talk to you." she muttered before putting a hand in her pocket to pull a pack of cigarettes and lighter out, then lighting the cigarette she put it between her lips.

[Tobin and Deception]

Tobin raised an eyebrow; he hadn’t the faintest idea why he was being asked to calm down when he was as calm as ever on the outside, voice soft and eyes calm as he regarded her. However, on the inside he was just cooled down a little. If she would have tried to take it from him or like, reported him somewhere, he would have been incredibly angry. He shrugged, “I am calm.” he took another swig of the liquid, sighing and getting comfortable against the wall of the warehouse. He let his eyes fall shut, long ebony lashes gracing his porcelain cheeks. He felt as calm as ever now, his blood pressure sinking lower with every second as his system filled with alcohol. He simply wanted the world to slow down and brighten, his eyes to see everything differently, in different colors and in comprehendible, blurry shapes. He sighed again and listened to her speak, nodding, “Oh please, what teenager doesn’t drink? Or hasn’t, at least once?” he didn’t want to say much; he brought the bottle up to his lips again and took another swig, making a metallic click against his lip-ring. She introduced herself, he opened one eye, shrugged, and spoke.
“I’m Tobin. Tobe, Tobes, Toby, whatever keeps your boat afloat.” he took another swig, eyed her, and raised his eyebrow.
“What brings you here? Someone like you could get slammed into a wall or pushed into a warehouse and raped in such an empty place.” he snickered; not like he’d rape her. Maybe if he was wasted, but he didn’t have enough alcohol to get him even slightly buzzed. He needed a lot more than this.

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

"Okay." she shrugged in a normal manner, not in one of those 'whatever' manners, but. Something that couldn't be explained. More or less like it was a habit.
"And I know that most teenagers drink. It's. Like. A tradition." she shrugged once again, with that habit before she began looking around when he announced she could be hurt.

"I just. Wander around. And trust me, hon. You can't rape the willing." she chuckled, continuing to look around, "Plus I could say the same to you. You're drunk and most likely more vulnerable than I am." she finally took a drag from her cigarette, then allowed the smoke to seep through her parted lips.

"They'd be wasting their time, anyways. Unsuspecting victims. They could just go after someone they have something against. I mean. I don't see how I did anything wrong. Clearly." she once again peered around. One may have said she was becoming paranoid. But no. She was just seeing if anyone else was around.

[Tobin and Deception]

Tobin had rested back up against the wall, closing his eyes, as the girl spoke once more, commenting on his remark of her safety. Not like he was worried; he barely knew her. Maybe it was just the fact that she had spoiled his loneliness, and though it didn’t seem like it, he rather enjoyed her company in a way. She was somewhat interesting, and he figured she would make an interesting… friend. It wasn’t like Tobe had that many friends around here anyway. He took another swig and opened one eye once more, looking cross, “I’m not drunk. If I were drunk, I wouldn’t be here. And another thing,” he took another sip, “I’m anything but vulnerable. I can defend myself.” Um, lie. If some punk decided to shank him, he wasn’t any good at preventing it. However, despite his weakness he was stronger than he looked.
…Which was pretty pathetic.
“Scared, darling?” his voice was calm, with a dash of a cynical tone. He had noticed her constantly glancing around and the impression was a scared chick - he didn't really care, but yeah, whatever?

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

"If you say so, then." she chuckled, "I must be one to get drunk pretty quick." she put a hand to her chest as if she were pointing to herself or exhasperated. But she was pointing to herself.

"As for you being able to defend yourself. If you're ever raped. I'm sorry. But I'll laugh." she chuckled under her breath, even though it wasn't really funny in the first place. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." she said apologetically, smirking, "I can have my fun, also. Just as you have yours. Which means I'll pick on you."

"Scared? No. I'm curious. I have nothing to be scared of. What would I be scared of?" she questioned, brows raised, "Because you don't scare me, seriously. I could probably take you down faster than anything. Not that I would if you tried anything." she joked, chuckling.

[Tobin and Deception]

The boy raised an eyebrow, “I’ve only had a few sips…” his voice trailed off and at the mention took another, crossing his arms with the neck of the bottle gripped tightly in his right hand. He blinked at her remark, and looked over at her, “Oh, please. Like you said, it’s not rape if you’re willing, and honestly, if the person weighed less than two-hundred pounds I wouldn’t put up much of a fight.” unfortunately, if the person weighed more than two-hundred pounds then he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight…
He scowled, “I didn’t say you were scared of me. I’m just a little boy getting buzzed off of Jack Daniels and talking to a cigarette aficionado.” however, at her second comment, he blushed and looked away. Not that he was shy, but she had caught him off guard. He wasn’t bad enough of a pervert to really try anything on her; not at a random moment. He rolled his eyes, “You wish.”

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

"You're a REAL bad person." she joked, standing finally and dusting her jeans off, looking around once again, "Haha. Aww. You'll get drunk. Somehow. Trust me. I know. Somehow." she waved a finger in the air as if she were a teacher and she were stating something from a book, a wide smile still on her face.

"So what if I like cigarettes? It's an addiction. I think I'm one of the few to admit." she said, sighing, taking a drag and letting the smoke fly into the winter air with that same wide smile, "Good. Because I'm NOT scared of you." she repeated, once again waving a finger, then grabbing the cigarette and flicking the ashes.
"Maybe I do wish. Maybe I don't. But you're too young anyways, I'm sure. You're under eighteen, right?" that was right, it was against the law, not that she cared, she wasn't one to listen to what people said unless she cared about them that much.

[Bob The Unnamed]

He'd been sitting there for some time.
Above the two, pearched-- well laied out on a cat walk like strip of steel.
Suddenly a chuckle forced from his dry lips. Clad in a thin almost see though grey shirt pulled tight against his thin frame and ripped dark jeans he shook witht his small chuckle. You must think he was cold; well under his head that rested on his hands, but under his hand was his folded oversized black hoodie, and under his ripped jeans he wore thick leggings which gave him a strange look of legs that were to thick for him.
So preched like a cat he lay there.
Almost stuck in position he'd been there so long. And he could have gone unnoticed, could have heard this whole thing with out anyone every knowing that he sat there in his lofty cat walk.
Licking his lips, dry from the cold he whispered
"If I could get you alone in a dark ally I'd rape you both."
This was a joke.
Well maybe-- yeah. A joke.

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[Tobin and Deception]

“You bet your ass,” he replied, jokingly; of course Tobin didn’t view himself as ‘badass’ or whatever you wanted to call it. He wasn’t full of himself in the least and doubted anyone was ever particularly intimidated by anything but his insanity, which in itself rarely showed. “I don’t need your reassurance.” he replied, raising an eyebrow. Of course he’d get at least a tad intoxicated eventually; it always happened. One bottle led to the boy buying one, two, possibly three more. He took another swig, this one long and deep, closing his eyes once more.

“I didn’t expect you to be. However, you could be underestimating me…” he raised an eyebrow, opened his eyes, and looked up at her with an impish smirk. “I could have a knife down the front of my pants, or possibly a gun. I could… bash this over your head and slit your throat with the shards. Those are only a few things I could do but won’t - since there could be people here to bear witness and a trip to prison or the funny farm doesn’t sound very appealing.”

The smirk widened; he raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “I could be. But it’s not like I would tell anyone.” a roguish smile appeared, only to fade at the faint sound of a laugh, and then a sentence that was whispered but still heard fairly well by the paranoid boy, who recognized the voice but didn't comment, simply waited on the blonde before him to note the sudden statement.

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

"You know what? This makes me want to sing the Beer song by Psychostick for some reason. But I don't sing." she said, holding her hands in front of herself to look at her fingernails which weren't exactly sharp, but weren't dull.

"Wow. You know how perverted that sounded, just now? 'I could have a knife down the front of my pants'?" her eyebrows rose before she chuckled, "Okay. Okay. I'll stop laughing. I get it. I know what you mean." she said, looking at her fingernails once again, "But I'd pluck your eyes out before you had a chance."
Sadly, she'd be too scared or grossed out to do such a thing, probably run off screaming or crying out of fear if it resulted to that. She had a weak stomach; very weak when it came to guts and gore such as on the Saw movies.

"Haha. Ha." she said simply, not really laughing in humor but not laughing in a sarcastic manner. Somehow a kind of in-between way.
One of those 'I'm-going-to-act-like-that-wasn't-funny-even-though-it-was' way, smirk spreading across her lips before she was startled by the other's voice; something she didn't expect and jumped at, small body slightly jolting at the startlement(If that was even a word).

"Can't rape the wiiilllling." she repeated in a sing-song voice, chuckling and looking down to the ground, trying to hide the fact she had jumped from being scared.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Another chuckle. Though this time it seemed futher away.
Indeed, Bobby had stood and, using some random pools as rails, was walking along the catwalk. Open over top a large mountain of metal boxs holding god knows what he stepped down. Landing with somewhat of a clunck. Climbing down he attempted to make little noise as possible. Seeing as each little tap created a sound like a rouge elephant running into something.
As he climbed he thought only What wonderful acoustics the tone of his thoughs sarcastic. Once on the ground he left his oversized sweatshirt off somewhere he would forget then remember before he left.
He picked up a bouncy pace, meeting the other boy with a hug. They knew each other, fast friends they had became. But this girl-- maybe he had seen her in a group of people, or heard her name whispered on the wind. A playful smile graced his lips.
"I'm Bobby." he said this hand on his hip, looking her up and down he took a sharp breath and added slowly, "Oooh hun you're not my type."
Another sweet smile. Her turned his attention to the plastic and string bangles on his wrist, twisting a few around. After a few seconds of this he took to his habit of biting his nails. As he lifted his hand you could see all of his nails were a different color. Some sparkled and were a greenish color, others were caution tape yellow, others black and yet others a soft girlish pink.
Eye brows raised, with another smile this was childish and set more to one side. Crooked you might say. With this face he openly waited for their reactions.

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[Tobin and Deception]

Roused by the constant banging of apparent footsteps, the boy was now standing, glancing up as he saw the typically suspected friend of his to appear. His eyes fixed on the attractive teen as he approached. His eyes then fixed on the blonde briefly, before Bobby hugged him. He returned the gesture, and murmured a greeting - a low, slightly cracked, "Hi." Sure, Bobby made Tobin nervous sometimes, but only when catching him off guard. This was only for the simple reason he had a small crush on his friend, and he cursed himself for not being able to shake it. Poor Tobes.

He covered his mouth and tried not to scold or laugh at the boy for the slightly haughty remark he made to the blonde; "Oooh hun you're not my type."

Not like she'd asked. He let his eyes focus on the boy, then the female, awaiting her reaction to the statement as he bit lightly into his porcelain - toned hand.