Post by Ace Resoland on Aug 28, 2006 6:52:02 GMT -5
In the same settings as before.
I returned home after the death of my ‘parents’, I spent a week sending out invitations to the debacle that was going to be the funeral, I personally couldn’t care less about this but one of my families advisors said it would be best if we held the funeral to commemorate there lives, so after a few days of trying to get out of it I finally gave in and agreed to holding this joke of a ceremony.
Finally the day of the service came and I sat in the front row. During the grand carnival of lies I sat and watched as everyone else looked on with there fake tears, which was the complete polar opposite to me as I just didn’t care.
At the reception I walked around doing the whole meet and greet crap while people said how sorry there were for my lose, that was until I saw Jack, his mother and a goddess stood next to him (who I latter found out was named Maria Jung). I decided to go and talk to them, as they were the only people that I could give a damn about being there. During this conversation I think I made Jack feel uncomfortable as I made him laugh and his beautiful friend smile. I also gave his mother one of the best presents se would ever receive as I said that I would be leaving the boarding school and returning home and I would also be in need for her services again. She accepted the job on the spot.
I asked her to come to the mansion in a week so we could work out the proper procedures to enrol myself in Jack’s school. She did this and I was able to reunite with my best friend through my surrogate and his biological mother.
Maria and myself hit it off quite drastically. I was stunned by her abilities in everything and we quickly formed into a three-person group who I called the three musketeers. Although it was around this time that all my relationships were strained by my apparent mood swings but when questioned about it I would always repeat the same answer, that I was fine.
Soon the time came for me to celebrate my sixteenth birthday and after many years of being alone on the occasion, I decided that I was going to have company this time around. So I decided to invite Jack and Maria over to the mansion. They arrived at about 9 pm, as they came through the door I informed them that there was no need to take there jackets off as we would be going straight out but didn’t want to reveal where yet. So the three of us pilled into the back of my former parents limo but not before I could tell the driver where we were going. After about twenty minutes of driving we pulled up in a part of town called ‘Crackton’ which was widely know as the worst part of the entire city. I informed the guest that we would be going to a local bar named ‘Triggers’. When we arrived the bar tender didn’t believe we were of the legal age to drink and when we proclaimed that we had left I ID at home he became even more suspicious, that was until a large wad of cash was brought out from inside my jacket coat, he then pointed over towards a table in the corner where we could go without being disturbed. We strolled casually over to the table as a waitress who could have only just turned eighteen came over to us to take our orders. Both Maria and I ordered champagne whilst Jack unknowingly to us at the time ordered ginger ale in a champagne glass to create the aesthetic of the illegal act we were partaking in.
After all of our drinks we drank, I persuaded the bartender to sanction off the disabled toilets to ensure that only the three of us could enter. I was about to initiate my two best friends the way I had been, apart from the sex part well definitely not with Jack. I reached inside the pocket of my jeans and brought out a small plastic bag and my credit card. I tipped the powder out onto the toilet seat making sure none of it fell onto the floor and proceeded to cut it up into lines using the card. I then reached into my jacket again bringing out a small metal tube, which I used to inhale two of the lines. I then offered it to Maria who quickly snorted up the third. It was then passed to jack who looked hesitant; he bent down and placed it next to his nose before sneezing and dispersing the powder around the toilet. I looked at Maria who looked angry at what Jack had just done. I on the other hand could not stop myself from laughing; all I could think was that this was classic Jack as I could get more whenever I liked.
We then returned to the table waiting for the apex of the high. It happened about half an hour later from what I could tell. We stumbled out into the neon-clad streets of Crackton. I vaguely remember stopping outside a shop and thinking it would be good to get tattoos. When asked Maria thought it was a great idea, which placed the pressure upon Jack who suggested getting card tattoos. I thought it was a great idea until Jack reminded us that we could not get the full set as there was only three of us and four royals. I responded by calling over to a near by vagrant and asked if he would get a tattoo for two hundred bucks, he would. So now it was time to decide who would be getting what, I instantly called the ace of spades as I was paying, Maria got the gender specific Queen of hearts, so it was down to Jack and the tramp. Jack gave the honour of being the king to the tramp saying that he could be for at least an hour, so Jack got the Jack of diamonds.
We entered and were divided into four curtain separated areas during the application of the tattoo I said nothing, from the other side of the curtain I heard random yelps of pain from the queen, snoring from the king and I heard the occasional part of a conversation between the jack and his tattooist about anthrax the band.
A few nights later I was sat in the cinema room of the mansion preparing an evening of Tarrentino films and videos games with Jack when the front door bell rang, just as I got up the door was pounded against as if somebody was in real trouble and about to be devoured by werewolves or something to that effect. I went through the door that connected the cinema to the hall and hurried over to the door to see who it was. I opened the door to find Maria stood there soaking wet from the heavy rain outside with blood slowly running from a cut on her forehead down her perfect cheek, she looked as if she had ran all the way here.. I invited her in and went to find something to stop the bleeding, I came back with some rolled up tissue, which I used to wipe the blood from her forehead. I then asked her what had happened. She explained that when her father learned of her getting a tattoo he had hit her and banned her from ever coming back in his house again as he believed that her flesh was his flesh. I leaned in again to clear another small trickle of blood from her cheek and I found myself being brought into an embrace she started. We stumbled around in the front room and fell back onto the dark maroon coloured leather couch with her on top of me, she then reached her hand down the front of my jeans at this point the door bell rang once again, I wanted to ignore it but seeing as how the lights were on and the curtains were open anybody could have just looked straight in. She rolled off of me giving me a quick kiss as I got up and walked to the door.
As I opened it I saw jack stood in the doorway soaking wet as well. In the mad sequence with Maria I had totally forgot he was coming over. I invited him into the cinema as I went and got Maria who joined us. Jack was curious why she was here and so Maria explained that she had come over here after here dad had kicked her out, she also asked if he was ok he replied saying he was fine, I didn’t know what they were talking about but I played along. We then all settled in for a night of great dialog, gore and sonic the hedgehog.
The rest of the year I spent with Maria and Jack with jack playing confidant and friend to both of us. This continued until my seventeenth birthday party which was arranged by board members, it was at this party which I announced to everyone that I had asked for Maria to marry me and she had accepted.
I returned home after the death of my ‘parents’, I spent a week sending out invitations to the debacle that was going to be the funeral, I personally couldn’t care less about this but one of my families advisors said it would be best if we held the funeral to commemorate there lives, so after a few days of trying to get out of it I finally gave in and agreed to holding this joke of a ceremony.
Finally the day of the service came and I sat in the front row. During the grand carnival of lies I sat and watched as everyone else looked on with there fake tears, which was the complete polar opposite to me as I just didn’t care.
At the reception I walked around doing the whole meet and greet crap while people said how sorry there were for my lose, that was until I saw Jack, his mother and a goddess stood next to him (who I latter found out was named Maria Jung). I decided to go and talk to them, as they were the only people that I could give a damn about being there. During this conversation I think I made Jack feel uncomfortable as I made him laugh and his beautiful friend smile. I also gave his mother one of the best presents se would ever receive as I said that I would be leaving the boarding school and returning home and I would also be in need for her services again. She accepted the job on the spot.
I asked her to come to the mansion in a week so we could work out the proper procedures to enrol myself in Jack’s school. She did this and I was able to reunite with my best friend through my surrogate and his biological mother.
Maria and myself hit it off quite drastically. I was stunned by her abilities in everything and we quickly formed into a three-person group who I called the three musketeers. Although it was around this time that all my relationships were strained by my apparent mood swings but when questioned about it I would always repeat the same answer, that I was fine.
Soon the time came for me to celebrate my sixteenth birthday and after many years of being alone on the occasion, I decided that I was going to have company this time around. So I decided to invite Jack and Maria over to the mansion. They arrived at about 9 pm, as they came through the door I informed them that there was no need to take there jackets off as we would be going straight out but didn’t want to reveal where yet. So the three of us pilled into the back of my former parents limo but not before I could tell the driver where we were going. After about twenty minutes of driving we pulled up in a part of town called ‘Crackton’ which was widely know as the worst part of the entire city. I informed the guest that we would be going to a local bar named ‘Triggers’. When we arrived the bar tender didn’t believe we were of the legal age to drink and when we proclaimed that we had left I ID at home he became even more suspicious, that was until a large wad of cash was brought out from inside my jacket coat, he then pointed over towards a table in the corner where we could go without being disturbed. We strolled casually over to the table as a waitress who could have only just turned eighteen came over to us to take our orders. Both Maria and I ordered champagne whilst Jack unknowingly to us at the time ordered ginger ale in a champagne glass to create the aesthetic of the illegal act we were partaking in.
After all of our drinks we drank, I persuaded the bartender to sanction off the disabled toilets to ensure that only the three of us could enter. I was about to initiate my two best friends the way I had been, apart from the sex part well definitely not with Jack. I reached inside the pocket of my jeans and brought out a small plastic bag and my credit card. I tipped the powder out onto the toilet seat making sure none of it fell onto the floor and proceeded to cut it up into lines using the card. I then reached into my jacket again bringing out a small metal tube, which I used to inhale two of the lines. I then offered it to Maria who quickly snorted up the third. It was then passed to jack who looked hesitant; he bent down and placed it next to his nose before sneezing and dispersing the powder around the toilet. I looked at Maria who looked angry at what Jack had just done. I on the other hand could not stop myself from laughing; all I could think was that this was classic Jack as I could get more whenever I liked.
We then returned to the table waiting for the apex of the high. It happened about half an hour later from what I could tell. We stumbled out into the neon-clad streets of Crackton. I vaguely remember stopping outside a shop and thinking it would be good to get tattoos. When asked Maria thought it was a great idea, which placed the pressure upon Jack who suggested getting card tattoos. I thought it was a great idea until Jack reminded us that we could not get the full set as there was only three of us and four royals. I responded by calling over to a near by vagrant and asked if he would get a tattoo for two hundred bucks, he would. So now it was time to decide who would be getting what, I instantly called the ace of spades as I was paying, Maria got the gender specific Queen of hearts, so it was down to Jack and the tramp. Jack gave the honour of being the king to the tramp saying that he could be for at least an hour, so Jack got the Jack of diamonds.
We entered and were divided into four curtain separated areas during the application of the tattoo I said nothing, from the other side of the curtain I heard random yelps of pain from the queen, snoring from the king and I heard the occasional part of a conversation between the jack and his tattooist about anthrax the band.
A few nights later I was sat in the cinema room of the mansion preparing an evening of Tarrentino films and videos games with Jack when the front door bell rang, just as I got up the door was pounded against as if somebody was in real trouble and about to be devoured by werewolves or something to that effect. I went through the door that connected the cinema to the hall and hurried over to the door to see who it was. I opened the door to find Maria stood there soaking wet from the heavy rain outside with blood slowly running from a cut on her forehead down her perfect cheek, she looked as if she had ran all the way here.. I invited her in and went to find something to stop the bleeding, I came back with some rolled up tissue, which I used to wipe the blood from her forehead. I then asked her what had happened. She explained that when her father learned of her getting a tattoo he had hit her and banned her from ever coming back in his house again as he believed that her flesh was his flesh. I leaned in again to clear another small trickle of blood from her cheek and I found myself being brought into an embrace she started. We stumbled around in the front room and fell back onto the dark maroon coloured leather couch with her on top of me, she then reached her hand down the front of my jeans at this point the door bell rang once again, I wanted to ignore it but seeing as how the lights were on and the curtains were open anybody could have just looked straight in. She rolled off of me giving me a quick kiss as I got up and walked to the door.
As I opened it I saw jack stood in the doorway soaking wet as well. In the mad sequence with Maria I had totally forgot he was coming over. I invited him into the cinema as I went and got Maria who joined us. Jack was curious why she was here and so Maria explained that she had come over here after here dad had kicked her out, she also asked if he was ok he replied saying he was fine, I didn’t know what they were talking about but I played along. We then all settled in for a night of great dialog, gore and sonic the hedgehog.
The rest of the year I spent with Maria and Jack with jack playing confidant and friend to both of us. This continued until my seventeenth birthday party which was arranged by board members, it was at this party which I announced to everyone that I had asked for Maria to marry me and she had accepted.
