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Post by william r. james on Aug 19, 2012 20:53:34 GMT -5
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Ripley smirked to himself as he scanned the boy, watching him carefully to figure out his mannerisms. He was obviously buff, and Ripley found that extremely attractive. He couldn't tell what his disorder was, but whatever it was, Ripley wanted to know ASAP. This boy was interesting to him, and he would definitely like to get in his head if it was at all possible. Ripley shifted in his chair, moving to rest his elbow on his knee so he could continue to watch the toned boy. Ripley couldn't help but bite his lip and growl a little, letting his more...animalistic side take over for a moment as he continued to check the boy out.
After staring at him for what seemed like forever, Ripley finally stood and prepared to approach him. He walked over to the counter slowly, swaying his hips just slightly. He kept his hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie, gripping his phone tightly in anxiety. Ripley smiled as he leaned up against the counter next to the boy, raising an eyebrow. He glanced at the orderly, tilting his head and saying in a sweet, low tone "Fresh meat, eh? Nice to meet you, mate. I'm Ripley. What's your major malfunction?"
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Post by robin.l blake on Aug 20, 2012 7:58:53 GMT -5
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Robin Lucas Blake Fresh Meat
Robin was already beginning to get annoyed, as he had already been in this stupid rehab place one second to long, and he just couldn’t wait to be free of the place, and to be free of the young people that really needed help. Then Robin heard Ripley tell him that, that was to bad saying that he’d fit right in, as none of them think that they have problems either, ‘yeah I’ll bet you don’t.’ The teenager thought and if Ripley was able to read Robin’s thoughts, the guy would know that Robin was obviously paying him out, this was a place that the teenager knew for a fact he did not belong, he didn’t have any problems and definitely shouldn’t be in rehab. “I’m no bodies mate, and that’s where you’re wrong because I actually don’t have a problem, just a misunderstanding probably some prank that I’ve got to return the favor.” Robin told Ripley and now obviously annoyed, that he was even having a conversation in a rehab center.
But before the teenager could walk up to the front counter, he heard Ripley say that he wasn’t going to be leaving until Robin admitted that he had a problem. This caused the teenager to take a long deep sigh before turning to the other teenager, not wanting to show any anger as that would be a real smart idea in a place like this. “Buddy, trust me, you’ll see me walk out those two doors you watched me enter, in a few minutes” Robin said obviously confident that he was about to do exactly that.
Ripley then showed the teenager his cuts rolling his sleeves up, causing Robin to roll his eyes with a small smirk. So apparently this guy’s problem was that he likes to hurt himself, what were they called something emotional-or-something? Ripley was the teenager with the problem not him, why weren’t these doctors focused on helping fix people like Ripley, and not trying to hold people like Robin who clearly didn’t have any problems. “Ripley is it, am I allowed calling people in here by their names, or do you all have numbers?” Robin asked the boy obviously mocking the institution, and loud enough for some of the nearby doctors to hear. “Seriously this is probably just some annoying prank, that I’ve gotta return the favor somehow.”
Robin didn’t really feel much like telling the other boy who turned him in, and even though the teenager was very much annoyed with his best mate right now, Robin knew that he would have to be careful what he said, around anyone in this place, knowing that if he did give something away, that was just giving them more reason to look him away, the teenager already knew that he’d have to do a fair bit of convincing, to allow him to leave thanks to some prank his best mate had played on him. “Somebody.” Giving Ripley a one word answer and a slight shrug, as he turned and walked up to the front counter, eager to finally be rid of this stupid rehab center.
Word count: 516 :: Tag: Ripley :: Outfit: Click, Cause it's late and didn't have time to make one. ^^ credit goes to cbd
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Post by william r. james on Aug 20, 2012 19:40:32 GMT -5
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"You see, though, mate, you're not leaving here until you admit you have some malfunction." Ripley unzipped his hoodie, shrugging the green fabric off and tossing it to the floor under his feet. He stretched out his arms, showing off his scar maps on his forearms and upper arms. He smiled down at them, tracing a few of the lines with his fingers. "I've got these in plain view every day and I still won't admit I'm wrong and they're right. Why do you think I'm still stuck here?" he shrugged, slapping his palms on his thighs and drumming his fingers lightly against the fabric of his jeans. He figured the whole cutting thing might freak the guy out a bit, maybe enough to get him a little off his guard so he'd be easier to twist and mold into what Ripley wanted to see. "Anyway," he said, tilting his head innocently "who's the one who turned you over here?"
Ripley admitted he was being a bit nosy, but it really was the only way to get into the heads of people sometimes. Ripley had learned over the years that some people took more brain picking than others to get the information you wanted. There were those who would just open up when asked the right question, and then there were those who were much like him and completely avoided answering anything about themselves they weren't willing to share. Ripley definitely liked type one better, because he didn't have to work too hard. Right now he was still trying to determine what type this muscular, tan, meathead looking boy could be. If Ripley was a betting man he'd say the boy was much like himself; defensive and easily angered when asked about things he didn't want people to know. Of course, Ripley wasn't a mind reader or a future teller, and he wasn't betting any money on anything, so it didn't matter what he came out to be. All Ripley could really hope was that he swung in his direction, and maybe Ripley could explore the muscles that made the man. Chuckling and smirking to himself at his inappropriate thoughts, Ripley then decided to turn his full attention to the boy before he was kicked out by the orderly.
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Post by robin.l blake on Aug 28, 2012 8:04:32 GMT -5
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Robin Lucas Blake Fresh Meat
Robin was already beginning to get annoyed, as he had already been in this stupid rehab place one second to long, and he just couldn’t wait to be free of the place, and to be free of the young people that really needed help. Then Robin heard Ripley tell him that, that was to bad saying that he’d fit right in, as none of them think that they have problems either, ‘yeah I’ll bet you don’t.’ The teenager thought and if Ripley was able to read Robin’s thoughts, the guy would know that Robin was obviously paying him out, this was a place that the teenager knew for a fact he did not belong, he didn’t have any problems and definitely shouldn’t be in rehab. “I’m no bodies mate, and that’s where you’re wrong because I actually don’t have a problem, just a misunderstanding probably some prank that I’ve got to return the favor.” Robin told Ripley and now obviously annoyed, that he was even having a conversation in a rehab center.
But before the teenager could walk up to the front counter, he heard Ripley say that he wasn’t going to be leaving until Robin admitted that he had a problem. This caused the teenager to take a long deep sigh before turning to the other teenager, not wanting to show any anger as that would be a real smart idea in a place like this. “Buddy, trust me, you’ll see me walk out those two doors you watched me enter, in a few minutes” Robin said obviously confident that he was about to do exactly that.
Ripley then showed the teenager his cuts rolling his sleeves up, causing Robin to roll his eyes with a small smirk. So apparently this guy’s problem was that he likes to hurt himself, what were they called something emotional-or-something? Ripley was the teenager with the problem not him, why weren’t these doctors focused on helping fix people like Ripley, and not trying to hold people like Robin who clearly didn’t have any problems. “Ripley is it, am I allowed calling people in here by their names, or do you all have numbers?” Robin asked the boy obviously mocking the institution, and loud enough for some of the nearby doctors to hear. “Seriously this is probably just some annoying prank, that I’ve gotta return the favor somehow.”
Robin didn’t really feel much like telling the other boy who turned him in, and even though the teenager was very much annoyed with his best mate right now, Robin knew that he would have to be careful what he said, around anyone in this place, knowing that if he did give something away, that was just giving them more reason to look him away, the teenager already knew that he’d have to do a fair bit of convincing, to allow him to leave thanks to some prank his best mate had played on him. “Somebody.” Giving Ripley a one word answer and a slight shrug, as he turned and walked up to the front counter, eager to finally be rid of this stupid rehab center.
Word count: 516 :: Tag: Ripley :: Outfit: Click. Notes - Crap sorry dude, I was super tired, and identically screwed the first postie up.  I'm really sorry I hope you don't mind? credit goes to cbd
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gay. single. manipulative. short-tempered.
I'm really sorry I hope you don't mind?