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Post by Omar Clidesdal on Apr 12, 2016 21:45:39 GMT -5
It was on a late Saturday night after the majority of the Hive's residence had slipped off to bed. Leaving only the shadows of teens in the lantern lights as little by little. Teens who knew their shit began sneaking off to the get together spot. More specifically this spot was at one of the lesser used jail at Rikers. The one that once held the tuberculosis patients of the prison now was home to some of the lesser then good teens of the island.
All of that didn't matter right? A party was still a motherfucking party. Omar had already tucked in Margo and had the party fever. Unfortunately he had to keep his true intentions shadowed through persuasive words here and there while chatting with Tory over a secret channel on the Wilkie talkies. Thankfully he had managed to slip the note in her pocket during class so she would know how to contact him.
The dark eyes man waited in one of the hall biting down on his lip. Waiting for Tory to get her ass over here so he could take her. Leaning against a near by wall with the Walkie talkie in ear. "Tommy quit fucking your teddy bear and get to Southern Hallway Storage.." A small smile grew on his face, finding it amusing how easy it was to dick around with Thomas over these damn walkies.
"The blondie new girl is coming hopefully so I pray to god their isn't weed or alcohol for once at this thing. She is a bit of a softie.. Kind of like you" He added teasingly over the radio.
Last Edit: May 6, 2016 0:40:20 GMT -5 by Wyatt Thorne
Post by Thomas Heart on Apr 13, 2016 18:48:22 GMT -5
Thomas was getting ready for the party, they happened every now and then on Rikers. Coming with the group that found him to the Island was the best choice he could have picked back then. The Hive was a great place, something steady, safe, something to build a new life. Anyways so he was getting ready to one of the teenager parties, it was on a party like that he met his best friend Omar. Their relationship was weird, when they met Thomas was very shy and Omar more than once bullied him, that turned into just playing around and that turned into friendship. Omar still joked about Thomas, but it was normal, it was just who they were. In those years shy Thomas learned to stand up every now and then, Omar taught him that.
Thomas was getting dressed as he heard Omar on the walkie. He heard how Omar told him to stop fucking his teddybear. T rushed to the walkie and pushed down the button. “I’m not fucking my teddy….I don’t do things like that.” He said very softly in sort of a shy tone. Then he smiled as he knew Omar was just joking again. “Never mind, joke right?” he asked, trying not to sound like a dork.
Thomas listened as Omar explained a blonde girl was coming and that he hoped there wouldn’t be weed or alcohol. Even though T was shy, he wasn’t a nun either and he liked booze. “Would be a shame, I like a drink every now and then.” He spoke calmly, but meanwhile feeling like a badass because he just said that, for him it was a lot to say things like this. He shook his head with a smile on his face as he heard how Omar said she was a softie just like Thomas himself. “It’s not called a softie, just a calm personality.” He spoke calmly.
He looked once last time in the mirror and he was good to go. “On my way.” He said walking out of his door.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Apr 24, 2016 1:32:09 GMT -5
Thomas was a big pussy when the pair had first met and Omar was sure as all hell told him so. Back when Omar was more annoyed by Thomas's kind and gentle nature that was a contrast to his loud and almost unpresent filter. It's what made their friendship interesting though. Their polar personality seemed to compliment each other in the recipe of awesomeness that was their friendship. The darker haired teen snorted on his end of the radio with a laugh following shortly after before he responded. "Anymore. You don't do that sort of thing anymore! Probably because your teddy is tired of getting it up the seam huh?" His snickers could clearly be heard by Thomas if he was listening still. Omar rolled his eyes at Thomas question before answering he laughed again. "Si." He said as if the mere want for reassurance made Thomas more of a dork. Which it did but Omar didn't give a shit enough to point it out.
While this conversation was unfolding Omar made way to one of the lesser used jails on island. Being very careful not to alert the guards wondering about of his presence as he made way for the party spot. Looking toward both sides before slinking in past the door he opened entering the lesser used jail/cell block etc. "Don't let the guards see you! Trying being a ninja mr. Purple ninja." The purple part of the teasing nickname was a wink and nod toward Thomas's sexuality that baffled Omar.
How could he do stuff with guys that was wrong right? Maybe not? Omar shook his head trying to rid his mind of the thought. Squinting in the dark hall looking toward where the music could faintly be heard. T's comment caught Omar a little off guard once it registered in his brain. "Yes you love your apple martini's.." It was yet another joking jab toward his pals choice of make out partners. The Hispanic teen sniffed the air smelling the scent of weed being smoked near by. "Smellslike someone brought the weed.." He told Thomas over the radio. Wondering where the fuck his buddy was. He wanted to get his party on.
Post by Thomas Heart on Apr 27, 2016 23:51:00 GMT -5
As Thomas was making his way over to the party, he heard Omar talking again, telling him to be careful, so the guards wouldn’t see him, before calling him a purple ninja. “Why the purple.” He asked with a chuckle. “Wait never mind, I already know.” He added. He smiled, he was already used to Omar his joked. Actually Omar was one of the people, where he was less shy around. "Lame joke, by the way." he managed to get out, which meant a whole lot, he just defended himself, that was way out of his comfort zone.
Thom stepped around a corner an noticed a guard standing with his back towards him. “Shit.” He whispered to himself. He walked on the tip of his toes and slowly made it to the other side, immediately entering the door. “That was close.” He said to himself.
As he walked further he heard Omar his reaction to alcohol, telling Thomas how he knew he loved apple martinis. “Stop it.” He said softly as he blushed a little, while smiling. He might be less shy around him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t shy at all.
Thom was almost at the desired destination, as he heard Omar talking about the scent of weed. He shook his head. “I don’t like that, at all.” He spoke calmly. There was the shy and hold back side of him again. He walked some more and then finally saw Omar.
He did that stupid wave most dorks did, why wave when he was so close? Well that was just Thomas. “I made it.” He said with a little smile, yet another stupid comment, of course he made it, he was there. Lucky for him, most guy saw him as the cute dork.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Apr 30, 2016 13:38:43 GMT -5
Omar was a little surprised by Thomas sudden appearance but relaxed when he noticed the wave. Why the fuck was he waving when he was so close? Omar sighed and gave a smirk in response before hearing his friend say he made it. "Well of course you made it.. Your standing near me dork!" Omar of course couldn't hold back the laughter as he took a step toward Thomas. Swinging his arm over his best buddies shoulder with the smirk that could be read easily.
Something very sexual or inappropriate was about to come out of his mouth and it was the only warning Thomas for. "How many guard cocks did you suck to get here? Hopefully not the not the big dog Daniels." Omar laughed at his own joke like the inner dork he could be before he grinned up at his buddy after having his head low laughing. "Never knew someone could like Mr. Clean in that way."
The pair walked down a hall way toward some steps past a door. Meanwhile the music got louder the further down the steps they went into the basement. Omar shined a light for them to see as a big smile began grow. Omar was about to say something until the sound of a groaning teenage girl caught his attention. He shined the light in the direction of the noise and their layer a near passed out girl of the Asian variety slumped again the wall on her ass. "Shit.. We have to move her.. She could get.. You know.." Awkwardly he leaned close to Thomas ear and whispered seriously. "..Abused or something right? We cant leave her like this"
Post by Thomas Heart on May 3, 2016 22:54:26 GMT -5
Thomas chuckled a little as Thomas pointed out how stupid the comment sounded .”Yeah, you don’t need to rub it in.” He spoke softly, nearly blushing for even speaking up. Thom then felt how Omar wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
Then Omar asked how many dicks he had to suck to even get here and how he had no clue he anyone liked Mr.Clean. Thomas blushed as Omar said those words. “Stop it.” He replied softly. “I didn’t do anything, I’m not a slut.” He added in the same soft tone, but still trying to defend himself. “I might have kissed some guys, but sleeping with them is only if there is love.” He said again blushing. “Call me cliché, but that’s how it is.” He added. “Well unless they get me drunk.” He said with a chuckle still blushing. "Only joking." he added
They walked closer to the party and the sound got louder, but the groan of a girl caught their attention. Thomas looked in the direction and saw the girl, he was shocked. “Is she ok?” he asked worried. Omar immediately said they had to move her. T nodded as he kept looking at her, he was a kind guy and easily worried. Just then he felt Omar his breath on his ear and heard how he said, she might be abused if they left her here.
“No, no, that’s horrible.” Thomas said nearly panicking. “Help me move her.” He said as he walked over. “I just hope she is ok.” He added. “We could also try to wake her up, give her some water.” He added. “What do you think?” he asked as he looked at Omar.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on May 11, 2016 7:48:54 GMT -5
Omar gave a grin toward Thomas at the mention of his friend drunk. "You know with weed you don't fuck your liver or something" Oh the great debate. Omar wasn't a super fan of weed or alcohol but they were one of the few ways he sought relaxation. While he himself preferred weed over alcohol he saw the beauty of both.
However he knew Thomas's views that made him stick out his tongue and roll his eyes often when it came up. "Yeah get a few apple martini's in you and your good to spread dem thighs." Omar laughed lightly as they went on. The music and sound of a party got louder as they walked on.
The dark haired teen only vaguely listened to Thomas in the state of worry. "Your the fucking doctor. I was only a nurses apprentice." He let out a sigh while getting his arms under the girls shoulders to help lift the upper portion of her body. Dark eyes gave Thomas a look that silently asked for him to get the bottom half. Once his friend did they both moved her to a more desirable location. Omar didn't have any water with him and wondered if Thomas had some. "Water?" He asked softly. Taking glances at the girl and her passed out state.
Post by Thomas Heart on May 15, 2016 23:43:27 GMT -5
Thomas laughed as Omar talked about weed. “You act like I’m a alcoholic.” He replied with a smile. “Which I’m not just to be clear.” He said little more serious making it clear. He then hear yet another apple martini joke and how he would spread his thighs. “Stop it.” He said with a blush. “That’s not true.” He added.
Thomas nodded as Omar said he was the doctor. “Well nearly, but you are right.” He spoke focusing back on the girl. Thomas noticed how Omar grabbed the upper part of her body, that was his cue to help him move her, so he grabbed her legs and did just that. They got her in a nearby room, with a cough, to let her rest. Thomas gave her a check up and he was nearly sure she was fine, just very drunk. “Think she is fine, just very drunk.” He said as he looked at Omar. Thomas was always very serious if it came to medically things. “But some water can’t hurt, you got some?” he asked.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Jun 7, 2016 17:34:50 GMT -5
"Well I can keep making you out to be a little gay slut. If you want?" Never did his dark black eyebrow stop wiggling throughout the statement. Omar's nose scrunched up as if in disgust about his protest of the previous alcoholic accusations. Dark brown eyes rolled with a wave of his hand Omar laughed. "Only spread that pasty ass when you have mad diarrhea. I understand gringo" he snickered a little bit. Giving Thomas a hard pat on the back as if to silently say it was meant to be a joke.
Once asked if he had some water Omar began searchingly his person for the kanteen. "Don't we have to piss on her or something? Or is that just for jelly fish stings." Omar could hear crickets in his head after the joke and realized it might of not been as funny out loud as it was in his head. After some minutes of searching Omar managed to find the kanteen off his hip and handed it to the dorky young man he called a best friend with a big grin over his face.
(Didn't know how to transition to the party from here but it's time skip in your post )
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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