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Post by emily jayne dean on Jun 23, 2011 13:52:23 GMT -5
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There seemed to be only two things that Emily Dean spent her time doing these days; sleeping and working. She had offered to take on extra shifts at work when they became understaffed due to a sick co-worker, and it left her too tired to do anything else. She finally had an evening off, so she could afford to spend the afternoon doing whatever she fancied instead of catching some extra sleep or just hanging out. This inevitably meant he was taking a trip to the local park for a skating session. She put her head phones on, grabbed her board and then was out the door on her merry way. She lit a cigarette as she skated to the park, happily inhaling as she felt the sun beat down onto her; a pleasant change from the musty heat she had become used to at the bar.
It didn't take long before Emily was skating into the park and along the path, past the benches and fountains. She always turned into a bit of a sap when she skated through parks, as she couldn't help thinking to herself how beautiful California was. Of course, West Chester has been beautiful too, but California just moreso. Emily could never figure out what the difference was to herself, aside from obvious goegraphical reasons. She came to a set of steps and did a fifty-fifty grind down the rail, earning a dirty look from an older woman standing at the bottom. Emily ignored the glare she was receiving and carried on down the next path, taking her to the fountain. The fountain was one of Emily's favourite places in the park, mainly because of the many times she had woken up in or around it.
Emily hopped off the board as she came up to the fountain. She beamed at how well getting off the board went; despite her years of experience with a skateboard it was normally an inevitability that she would stumble when getting off. She kicked down on the back of the board and grabbed the front wheels, making it easier to carry. Cigarette in one hand and board in the other, Emily walked over to one of the free benches and flopped down. She finished off her cigarette quickly, then quickly decided she was bored already. She took her phone out of her pocket and contemplated who to text to join her. She could text Christofer, but he would probably be working. Emily decided it had been too long since she had properly seen her housemate, so tapped out a quick text to him, 'meet me at the fountain, bum boy (;'. She sent the text and decided to light herself another cigarette as she waited for Robin to respond.
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Post by robin james burnett on Jun 24, 2011 12:50:27 GMT -5
 Robin was in the bath when he received the rather demanding text message from his best friend and housemate Emily. He studied the message for a couple of moments and then he clamoured out of the bath, still covered in snow, and made his way to the bathroom door. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a black jumper. His hair was sopping wet and dripping onto his shoulders. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror on the way out the door and then frowned at his dishevelled appearance. He had a bag of weed in his pocket, tobacco, rolling papers and a lighter in his pocket as well. He was prepared for a lovely afternoon of toking.
Robin walked briskly to the location that Emily had specified and smiled at his friend, waving enthusiastically when he spotted her in the distance. He sat down beside her and laughed, “Bum boy?” He asked, referring to the name she had called him in her text, “Where did that one stem from?” He demanded as he laughed. He lay back on the fountain and then sat up again abruptly. He rolled a quick spliff and looked over at his best friend with a coy smile, “Would you like some?” He asked her, waving it in her face and then placing it between his lips and lighting it.
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Post by emily jayne dean on Jun 24, 2011 13:27:55 GMT -5
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Emily laughed as she watched Robin approach, waving like a madman. She returned his wave then moved her skateboard from beside her on the bench, setting it underneath her feet so she could roll it from side to side as she sat. "Bum boy came from the fact that you are, in fact, a raging homosexual. And I heard it in 'The Simpsons'. I feel it will be a suitable nickname for you from now on," Emily replied with a laugh, taking a draw of her cigarette. She watched in amusement as Robin fidgeted about, first lying down, then sitting up. "Do you ever sit still? It's like you have ADD or something," she joked. Her face lit up when robin held waved the joint at her. "Does a bear shit in the forest?" She replied sarcastically.
Emily finished off her cigarette as Robin lit the joint for himself, and flicked the butt of it into the fountain. She stretched out and relaxed onto the bench, presuming the pair were going to have a long afternoon sitting in the sun. She rolled up the sleeves of her cardigan and unrolled them again, before deciding just to remove the woolen garment and set it down beside her. She looked over to Robin and frowned, "Why is your hair wet? You'll get a cold." Emily said the second sentence very matter-of-factly, even though she was sure in the heat they were having it would be impossible to catch a cold with wet hair. "What strange and startling things have been happening in the world of Robin?" It didn't matter that they were housemates, she was out of the loop and needed to catch up with her best friends gossip.
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Post by robin james burnett on Jun 25, 2011 8:02:50 GMT -5
The explanation of the nickname made Robin feel more uncomfortable than the nickname itself. He didn’t have any problems with homosexuality but he didn’t want her to imply that he was one. He laughed softly and then shook his mane of wet hair, sprinkling his shoulders and Emily ever so slightly. “If it was on the Simpsons then it is entirely acceptable.” He relented with a smile and a small gesture of his hand. He took a deep draw of his joint and rolled his eyes at her implication that he had ADD, he had only done it as a means of practicality. He laughed loudly as she rhetorically asked in response to his question. He exhaled painfully during his laugh and banged his fist off his chest.
Robin passed the joint to Emily once he was finished coughing and then he began to laugh. She gave him a very grandmothery look when she demanded to know why his hair was wet. “I was in the bath when you text me.” He explained with a smile. He ran a hand through his wet tresses and took the joint back out of her hand greedily. He took a short draw and passed it back so that she wouldn’t protest too much. He considered her question carefully and then shrugged, “I got new bath salts.” He suggested pathetically, his obsession with baths was becoming a little unnerving. “What’s happening in Deanville?” He asked with a smile.
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Post by emily jayne dean on Jun 25, 2011 12:45:04 GMT -5
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Emily grinned, oddly triumphantly given that Robin had only agreed with her that Simpsons references were entirely acceptable. "Exactly. And that's how I'm going to justify waking you up singing all the songs I can think of from the Simpsons next time you're asleep." It dawned on Emily after she spoke that her devious plan wouldn't be so devious now she had revealed it to Robin. Emily was never really good at being sneaky because she couldn't think before she spoke. "Who takes a bath in the afternoon?" Emily demanded. "You bathe in the morning or at night. Not in the afternoon..." There was a certain bathing etiquette that Emily had always believed to be unspoken law, but since she had moved in with Robin and noticed his bathing habits, all etiquette she was once sure of had been thrown out the window.
"Bath salts?" Emily repeated, not even trying to hide the horror in her voice. "You're such a... woman!" Currently, Emily was more of a man than Robin in her mind. She couldn't for the life of her understand what the point of bath salts was. You use bubble bath if you want to make the bath a little bit fancy, not bath salts. "You're a pansy," she concluded, taking the joint back from Robin after giving him a dirty look. She took a draw of it as he returned the question, and held the smoke for a second before exhaling to give her answer. "Work. I've worked too much this last week, and skated too little. Need to skate more or I'll never get out of that bar." Emily had no idea why she added that last bit; Robin knew about what she had to do to become professional. "We need to have a good house party when my hours go back to normal."
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Post by robin james burnett on Jun 28, 2011 8:27:43 GMT -5
Robin looked at her for a few seconds and then rolled his eyes. At least she’d run her plan past him first instead of just implementing it. “There is no defence.” He muttered, shaking his head so slowly that it confused him a little bit. He sat up and glared at her when she began to criticise his bathing habits. “I can have a bath whenever I want.” He said a little more violently and abruptly than he had intended. He jerked his head backwards and snatched the joint from her hand once more. He took a deep and beautiful draw and then looked at her with a bewildering stare.
“I always smell amazing though.” He told her with an accusatory look that he allowed her to interpret whatever way she wanted. It was true, though, Robin Burnett always smelt incredible. Robin nodded his head at her narration so that he could see that he knew what she was saying. He wondered sometimes if it bothered Emily that Robin couldn’t hold down a job for longer than a few weeks or months at a time. He barely contributed to the household upkeep. “That sounds amazing!” He grinned, passing her back the joint and then beginning to roll a new one. His head was feeling stuffy and heavy. “When will that be?”
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