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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 9, 2012 16:21:25 GMT
---Ft. Scotty Westerfeld
-Liam had to admit that he was missing home. His mom and sister back home. He was just hoping they were okay as he laid back in his bunk, blowing bubbles with his gum. He knew Scott was somewhere around the bus, the little piece of him he had been able to bring with him... aside from his personal belongings. Sometimes he hated the boy, the way they fought, absolutely screamed at each other. But sometimes they just sat and said nothing, but there was nothing wrong with that. With a sigh Liam got out of his bed, fixing his hat before he headed out to the living area where the couches and table were. He drummed his fingers on the table, still chewing his gum. "Scoooott! Come entertain me!" he yelled to the whole van, hoping the guy was around or else he would have to go dig out his phone and text him.
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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 10, 2012 2:43:42 GMT
Scotty had been in the back room of the bus this evening. He wasn't the sort to go and enjoy himself in the daylight much. That'd probably account for how pale his skin was but he sort of preferred it that way, even twilight seemed to make him burn. Curled up right here on this couch was where he belonged until about 8 pm, then the town would be his.
He wasn't too much of a gamer, he really just sat and played the same game over and over again. Red Dead Redeption was his favorite and, luckily thanks to him, Stereo Corruption had both an x-box 360 and PS3. He couldn't go for too long without certain things : technology.
He had no idea what he was actually doing right now and was just riding around killing things for the hell of it. He blinked as he heard his name in the tone of voice of a boy he loved and hated at the same time. Scott didn't know why his friend Liam had to be so dramatic with it. He paused his game, answering him like some dog, though Scott wouldn't admit he ever did such a thing.
He tossed the controller behind him, quickly turning the television and game console off. Coming up behind Liam, he hit him around the back of the head as he brushed by, taking out his phone and heading to the minifridge to grab a soda.
"Shut up will you." he growled to the guy, taking a drink from the coke he just got.
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 10, 2012 3:01:38 GMT
"Hey!" Liam said, putting his hands over his head where Scott had just hit him. "Well, you're in a cheery mood today. I disrupt your killing fake things on the TV?" he asked, sticking his tongue out. "It hurts that you love that game more than me." he feigned being hurt, looking up at Scott with those sad eyes and pout he used to get his way with some people. He knew it didn't work nearly as well on his cold hearted friend though.
"I wanna do something aside from jerk off and flirt with prudes at the club." he sighed. "It's easier to get laid back home. Which is fucking surprising." he chuckled. "How 'bout a good 'ol game of cards, eh?" he asked, smirking a bit. He knew there were probably a ton of things he'd rather do, but forcing Scott to do things was half the fun because he knew the other wouldn't humor just anyone the way he humored Liam.
"Or maybe we could play something together on the xbox. I could kick your ass a COD again." Liam chuckled. The first person shooter had become one of his chosen games to dedicate his time to, becoming a pro and current reigning champion of the band and crew.
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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 10, 2012 3:16:49 GMT
Scott regarded Liam blankly, the top of the bottle pressed against his lip as if he were waiting for the other to stop talking before he took another drink. Instead, he just flipped Liam off as he regarded him with the angelic little pout that'd gotten the both of them out of so many scrapes.
He moved to the little table that was near the front of the bus as he listened to Liam ramble on about things they could do. He took out his phone, answering any texts he had received for the few hours he had been in that little room, too focused on the game to acknowledge anyone else except Liam apparently. He steadily drained the contents of the bottle as he barely listened. When it was empty, he threw it at Liam's head, offering him a lifeless smile and evil snicker.
"Let's do the last one.", Scott decided, "I like taking my frustration out on you when I lose."
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 10, 2012 3:30:33 GMT
Liam caught the can that was tossed at him, he being the one to flip Scott off this time. "If you call those pathetic slaps and lame yelling 'taking out your anger' you're a less angry person than I thought you were." Liam said, chuckling as he got up, tossing the can into the garbage along with his stale gum. "Ready to lose then?" he asked, smiling as he headed to the back of the bus where Scott spent so much time.
He didn't dare touch the controller on the couch, seeing that the game was only paused. Instead he dug around for a second controller so that they could play two player on the next game. He always had the most fun at things he could do better than Scott in. Running races, skating races, COD. He just kinda liked working Scott up and just knowing he was getting off easy compared to others.
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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 10, 2012 3:43:06 GMT
Scott narrowed his eyes at Liam as he flipped him off, said small glare turning into a scowl at the few other things that fell from the other boy's mouth. Scott sometimes wondered if Liam wanted to get hurt. He was a bully at heart and very much did enjoy picking on others but the ones he regarded as his "friends"were usually outside the circle he tormented. Not Liam, the two of them fought like brothers it seemed. I guess that was to make up for the fact the two of them didn't have brothers. To one another, they were the closest they'd come.
He followed Liam to the back of the bus, fiddling with the game console and changing out the games before falling back onto the couch, crossing his legs as the television rolled through the opening. He took a moment to run a hand through his hair, moving the unruly red mop from his face.
"Today's my day." he said in that cool monotone voice, "If it's not, I'll just lock you outside."
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 10, 2012 3:59:53 GMT
"It's kinda cute how you still think you have a chance." Liam teased, touching the tip of Scott's nose. Sometimes he wondered if there was some kind of line that eventually he would cross that would make the other follow through on his threats. Truthfully, he was afraid everything would hit him at once, but being the secret masochist he was, maybe he would enjoy that. He wondered if that's why he had been one of the the only ones (if not the sole person) to actually end up being one of Scott's close friends, because he almost enjoyed being threatened and the few times the other actually hit him, like earlier.
He started fidgeting a bit as the game started up, clearly excited as he smiled, his tongue playing at his lip ring. Liam had been storing energy all day doing nothing, and he always got overexcited about this stuff. Him and Scott almost totaled the xbox already fighting after he beat the redhead. Hyper Liam and angry Scott could do serious damage. I fact Liam almost got a scar when they were little and fighting by the pool when Scott shoved him the wrong way just a bit too hard and he hit the back of his head against the diving board.
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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 10, 2012 4:14:45 GMT
"The face you'll make when I choke you to death will be even cuter." Scott muttered, looking at the television with a bored expression.
He generally acted disinterested or angry towards most things. Behind his eyes his mind was working a mile a second though, even now. He hoped Liam wouldn't notice but he found himself stealing glances at the other boy.It annoyed him how much of Liam's tongue he saw for reasons unknown to Scott himself. That kid's habit just seemed to pick at him, more than a few times he'd hit or pinched him because of it. Now, as Liam played with his lip ring, Scott had the urge to kick him and so he did, right in his ribs.
"Stop that.", he hissed to him, his eyes darting back to the television as he set up game play.
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 10, 2012 4:36:55 GMT
"Ow! Scotty, you're so abusive. Keep this up and you'll have no friends." Liam said, sticking his tongue out at the other yet again. He knew some of his habits bother the other, but he couldn't quite understand why. Instead of playing with the ring now he clamped it between his teeth instead, in turn pulling at his lip. His tongue was still moving behind his teeth and against the roof of his mouth. He thought about getting out another piece of gum, but he was running low. He sighed, making a mental not to get more. He was almost as bad with gum as Scott was with his smoking.
When the selection screen were up and set to multiplayer Liam was quick to find his usual settings, changing the control sensitivity and choice of weapon, waiting for the other so they could get to the map selection. He smirked as he thought about kicking the redhead's ass yet again. Granted it was a video game and in reality Scott could probably kick his ass in any kind of combat... so long as Liam didn't have a chance to run, because he could outrun the ginger easily.
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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 10, 2012 5:12:32 GMT
Scott yawned lazily as he adjusted his control's settings, choosing some gun randomly because it looked cool. Scott only still tried to beat Liam because he was stubborn and would always fail to see a hopeless situation.
Scott quickly selected a map on random, not wanting to give Liam the chance to choose terrain that suited him. He really never got the point of these games except to pass time or somehow prove you were better than people. He sucked at them and was more of a hands on person whether it was playing soccer or chasing down Liam for a beating he deserved.
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 10, 2012 5:20:56 GMT
Liam made a slightly unhappy noise and pouted as Scott chose at random. He had to admit he did have favourite places, simply because of the fun ways he could dispose of Scott's virtual person. His favourite was sneaking up behind him on ledges to knife him and toss him over the ledge. He barely realized when he gave up on biting his tongue ring and instead bit his tongue which was pressing against his own lip ring again in a face of concentration. It didn't take much effort, but it was habit.
By a few minutes in Scott had managed to get in once or twice, but compared to Liam's almost 5, it wasn't all that intimidating. Most of the time Liam was trying for those interesting kills instead of just slaughtering the other. It was more fun that way.
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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 12, 2012 9:25:55 GMT
Outwardly, Scott just seemed a little disappointed than anything else. He had a little grumpy pout on his face that could almost be called cute if you were into bad attitudes and his eyes never broke away from the screen. His fingers worked meticulously on the controller and behind them was an ever tightening coil of frustration. You might call his outbursts tantrums but it didn't matter, Liam was sure to get hurt by the end of it. It was lessened by every hit he got in but then multiplied tenfold for every hit Liam got in.
Scott always felt like that with Liam, like he was caught in some never ending competition with the kid. Sure they were best friends but Scott was just that sort of person. He didn't have a bad upbringing but he felt like he was constantly competing with other things for attention. Whether it was his father's other children or his mother's career he never felt good enough and so he acted out. This whole bad attitude thing had started as an act. He found people paid attention to him when he closed in on himself, in an effort to get him to open up, his parents would attempt conversation with him. It didn't work and just cemented the attitude into his conscience and left him with a feeling of inadequacy nothing could fix.
He thought Liam was better than him and that made him hate and love Liam at the same time. The things he loved he also hated. Like how good he was at this fucking video game.
Scott let out a frustrated growl, moving to lay against the arm of the couch, a perfect position if he needed to kick Liam in the side again.
"Stop killing me."he hissed, mashing buttons furiously to try and get Liam into the range of his scope.
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 12, 2012 14:14:21 GMT
Liam chuckled at Scott's antics. His behavior always seemed to be the most fun, the way he got so pissed over things Liam himself never thought twice about. He had his ass kicked plenty of times on his way to getting this good at this game, and he barely blinked twice. Sometimes he kinda thought Scott just had an attitude cause of that whole 'rich kids are always bitchy' stereotype, but he didn't seem to fit it really. The way he pouted and whined like a kid about losing even before the fact kinda made Liam want to reach out and ruffle that bright red mane of his, but he knew that would probably earn some retaliation.
"Should I kiss it better?" Liam asked, teasing his friend. "Game time's almost up, I can't fix it now. Sorry, Scotty boy." he shrugged, laughing a little as he came around the corer and shot his friend's character again. "Oops." he said innocently. "I know you're gonna beat me up in person anyways, better make it worthwhile." he said, smirking a bit.
Liam probably enjoyed messing with Scott more than he should. The other boy was just too entertaining for his own good. He probably deserved the abuse he got from Scott over it. He was practically asking for it after all. If he had to leave his friend back home, he wasn't sure exactly what he would have done. In the end, everything about their friendship was really important to him. Their childish fighting over games and bad habits, the smell of smoke that always hung around him. Liam always made a point to make a face at it, and he stood by saying he hated it, but truthfully, it was growing on him and always reminded him of Scott.
When the game flashed over with Liam's character wining he cheered, lifting his arms and saying "Yes!". He tossed his controller to the side, sticking his tongue out and bracing for any of Scott's possible attacks.
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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 13, 2012 10:30:06 GMT
It was all over, he had lost. It's not like he wasn't expecting to but still, just like any expected blow, it hurt. He sighed, steely eyes none too happy as they slid over to Liam, who was by then celebrating his victory. A mischievous glint came to his eyes as he saw Liam had left himself open. Scott capitalized and dealt the kid a swift kick in the ribs just hard enough for it to hurt.
He tossed his controller to the floor, crossing his arms and continuing to glare at the kid across from him.
"Whatever.", he muttered, at a loss for what else to say, "You just have too much free time to be spending playing this, that's all."
Scott was the type to give a situation any justification but the truth, it made him feel better about himself. He crossed his legs again, sitting Indian style as he angled himself toward the door, facing away from Liam like an angry child might their parent. He felt the churning of frustration and anger within him, even over something so minor, and he just wanted to light up a cigarette, so he did.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the slightly smashed carton,slipping one of the sticks out and into his mouth, lighting it and taking a deep breath, the air of the small room clouding with the gray mist. He knew this annoyed Liam so, in a way he was getting back at him.
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 13, 2012 17:18:40 GMT
"Come on, not in the buss you jerk." Liam said, fanning the smoke back towards Scott as best he could. "It reeks and it lingers for days." he said. "And I'm not the only one who doesn't like it." he added. "I've heard the others complaining, so take it outside." he was holding his own side, but stuck his foot out to poke his friend in the head. "Scotttay why you gotta be like thiiiis?" he said, trying to gently tip the other over.
"Don't be all mad." Liam said, pouting. "I'll kiss it all better." he offered, "Or maybe a hug for the sore loser?" he suggested, holding his arms out. Part of the point of getting Scott mad was trying to cheer him up again.
It was probably kind of mean of him the way he treated Scott, but everyone thought that the red haired boy treated Liam worse by far. Maybe it was just a matter of how you looked at it, but Liam knew he wasn't completely innocent in all of it.
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