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Post by Robbie McFee on Apr 6, 2007 8:30:50 GMT 7
--------------------- Moving blew. Especially when you were moving out of a nice old home and into one that was about ten times worst. Even though Robbie had been living in a tiny two bedroom apartment with a late roommate he was headed down to the cruddiest apartment building in all of NY to move into his first home, that it would be only him living in. In the past Rob had shared his apartments with friends or people he had found on a flyer that were looking for somebody to live with. That's how he had gotten his last place. Five people split the cost of a flat and Robbie had really loved the people he had lived with. Two young ladies that were sisters and two other boys who were always aware of the sickest parties and becoming friends with them Robert of course was invited to them all. It had been an awesome three months that they all had shared the place but unfortunately all good things seem to end at some point. When one of the sister's Cassie Lynch, overdosed things got out of control. The drama all started two weeks ago. Cassie and her sister Colleen had both fooled around with Robbie before and when Cassie found out Robert and her sister were dating the young girl got heartbroken. Since they all had the greatest drug connections ever. it wasn't hard to get a pound or two of crack. The stupid girl smoked to much and well - she's now been in the hospital, in a coma since then. Colleen and him of course broke up and then his friend Kyle went bankrupt and Rob was running low on cash as well. Sadly their flat was no more and Rob had looked for a new place and the best place he could find was a fucking studio apartment. He wasn't particularly pleased about the whole damn situation but Rob would get on with it. His drug problems weren't all that deep so he wasn't the least bit worried about ODing himself. He hadn't yet and he'd been a filthy little addict for more then five years now but it seemed like way longer. Rob could care less about dying though. He just wanted an exciting life and he surely had one. Now that he was twenty-one years old he was able to purchase alcohol and he did everyday pretty much. His money from his job at the local fish and chips restaurant paid for his - everything. He bought things cheap. His liquor was cheap and that's why it tasted so bitter. His clothes were purchased at thrift stores which made them worth like three dollars. Nothing he owned was even faux designer, he was just that poor. It was kind of sad but Robbie had grown up that way and he didn't give a fuck. Sighing as the boy ran his long slender fingers through his thick auburn waves he looked around the department store he was now at. Since he normally lived with roommates he didn't exactly have all that much furniture. He was in serious need of a futon bed for his new place. He knew tonight he'd be sleeping on the floor but he didn't mind. It wasn't like he hadn't done that before. He had attended many parties in his day and still did and usually he was the one who passed out on the coffee table. He was a light weight, still after all of those years of using. He had always been super tiny so it didn't exactly take much of anything to make him get out cold. Looking around Sears the boy held his hand on his head. He wasn't the happiest of campers at the moment since he still was unaware of how he'd be paying for his bed but he would have to. Having a minimum waged job sucked so much. He shouldn't have dropped out of high school but there was no way in changing his mind now. Oh well. Robbie would have to say he enjoyed life so her really shouldn't complain.
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Post by Blair McLaughlin on Apr 6, 2007 9:07:41 GMT 7
Blair took a deep breath, and stepped onto the escalator heading up to furniture. Sears was not exactly somewhere she spent a lot of time, preferring cute little antique shops and expensive boutiques over the moderately priced designer store, but a girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do. The mattress in her apartment was shit, and Blair was tired of it. The one she had from home, which was made only of the finest material, was supposed to be sent to her, but her father and step-mother had yet to do that. Tired of waking up with a backache every morning, she had set out on her own to purchase a new one, with her father’s credit care of course. Blair stepped of the escalator and took a look around. Quite honestly she had no idea where to even start in the place, having only been there once or twice before in her lifetime and neither was to buy furniture, let alone a mattress.
Her black ballet flats clicked against the floor and she curiously found her way around, ignoring the salesman who had stopped her to ask if she needed any help… while staring directly at her breasts. She had rudely waved him off without an answer and had yet to find someone else to help her out.
Blair stood in the middle of the walkway before she spotted the area with the beds. Oh thank god! A ray of light appeared and the girl, suddenly very proud of herself, rushed over there. Now, she had no idea what she was going to do once she got there, how did one shop for mattresses? However, that didn’t stop her from turning a corner quickly and brushing past a shaggy haired boy who seemed to be having a moment of difficulty. ”Oh, sorry,” she turned around, apologizing for hitting him, even though it was lightly. She looked him up and down, taking in his clothes and his skinny frame. Unconsciously she rose her eyebrows, before smiling a fake smile. ”Sorry ‘bout that,” Blair may have been raised a stuck-brat, but she was a polite stuck-up brat.
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