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Post by james ryan morgan on Nov 25, 2009 9:53:35 GMT -5
we walk proud and we talk tough
WE GOT HEART AND WE GOT NERVE
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TAGGED FOR EMMETT/ALEXAAA. THIS POST IS COMPLETE WITH A RESOUNDING 726 WORDS. JAMES IS LOOKING MIGHTY YUMMY TODAY. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY THE PWNFUL ERICA. OH HEY LISTEN UP, I GOT SHIT TO SAY WHAT A PIECE OF POOP.
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What was the best thing to cure hangovers? Some thought that simply sleeping it off was the best bet, not to mention sleeping all day was by far more than satisfying. It made sense too, right? Party all night, sleep all day, then start all over again. Well, it wasn’t so easy for James. He was one of the few early birds who actually enjoyed catching the worms. James hated sleeping in any later than 10:30, only because he felt like he would miss something if he slept in any later. Plus, James’ eyes just seemed to refuse to open any later than that time, as if they had a mind of their own. So sleeping in this morning was definitely out of the question. James had gotten up at 10:00 despite the fact that he was out partying the previous night until about one in the morning. It was something he found to be out of his control, so he just ended up slumping around the house for a few hours. At times it really sucked living in such a huge house, especially since he had no one to share it with. Granted, James would probably end up committing homicide if he did have some type of roommate, but it sometimes got boring all by himself. That was one of the reasons James liked to party so much. He liked being surrounded by crowds and crowds of people.
Did he depend on those large crowds to keep him occupied all the time? Not necessarily. If he really wanted to, James could find some way to entertain himself without the help of other people. Now how long that entertainment will keep him occupied is another story. So basically, James was a people person who liked to be around people. Well, he liked being around people who were up to his standards anyway. Being the shallow man he is, he only hangs around people he deems worthy to be in his presence. Talk about self-righteous. That was James for you. So most of his day was spent around the house, watching tv, playing pool, and doing other unproductive activities. It’s not like he had anything better to do anyway. He had made plans to have Emmett come over for a bit, but until then James was stuck in a rut. James didn’t have to go to school because he was taking over the family business and he got most of his training for that during the summer. He would visit his dad to the main office and train with him, shadow him, do all the things that would help James prepare for such responsibility. And let’s face it, James needed all the preparation he can get because responsibility is hardly ever in his vocabulary. James had to be one of the most irresponsible people his age in New York. He partied way too much, slept around with different women every night, and never took responsibility for his actions. No matter how hard he tried, James’ father has not been able to change or influence James’ attitude for the better yet.
It was late afternoon when James decided to finally leave the house. His destination was unknown, so he walked aimlessly for a long while. Eventually a sudden craving for some type of caffeine led him into a local coffee shop. The little shop was quaint, yet it was slightly too crowded for James' taste. So the whole "getting out of the house" aspect of the day didn't last very long. James brought his white chocolate cappuccino back to his place. It was too early to go out to a bar or club, and really James didn't want to go anywhere else at the moment. His house would have to serve as his entertainment for a while, considering New Haven was so boring during the daylight hours. Luckily, a good friend of his was coming over to cease the boredom that had taken over James. He just wished Emmett would hurry up before he resorted to something stupid to entertain himself like...dancing around the house to Miley Cyrus or something. After warming up some pizza that had been stuck in the fridge a couple of nights ago, James turned the stereo on. No he didn't turn to Miley Cyrus for entertainment. Eminem seemed like a much better choice to James.
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Post by emmett asher wright on Nov 25, 2009 18:14:42 GMT -5
and it's not like me to hide behind a wall
[/font][/i] AND IT'S NOT LIKE ME TO FEAR THE FALL- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - off, yes motherfucker, emmett was off work today. if there were gods then they definitely listening to his prayers because he was off for the next three days. fuck yes, bitches. when the boy saw the schedule, he pretty much jumped up and down like a teen girl at a justin timberlake concert. he was off for the whole weekend, people didnt seem to realize how epic that was for him. the guy could now relax and party the whole weekend without any interuptions. so for his first off day, he decided to go to the gym and do a little cardio to release some 'stress'. the gym was really his second home, ever since he was younger. his brothers along with himself use to be involved with a lot of gymnastic and martial arts classes - which he still kept up with. emmett was never the one to show off his skills, unlike his younger brother, cale, that guy showed off whenever he could. and no matter how hard emmett tried to resist, if he was with cale, he couldn't just let him show him up. it wasn't in his nature to just let that happen, plus he was the older brother - he should've been the show off. it would be a real rowdy party when the wright's brothers were there. they usually got a few glares from guys and a few 'ahhs' from girls. and neither bothered emmett in the slightest, hell, bring on the love and the hate.
the buzzing of his phone got him to snap into attention and stare at it. it was from james, telling him to come over to his house and chill. sure, emmett never passed up an opportunity to hang out with his best friend. james was a really chill guy, minus his fire personality. the guy was known for being an asshole and womanizer, which didn't bother emmett at all. as long as james didn't like, mess with his family in a rude way - things would be cool. james and emmett shared similar interests, mainly MMA. as said before, martial arts had been apart of emmett's life since he was a little kid. apparently it had been the same for james, so once again another thing they had in common. they both also, didn't really give a shit what other people thought of them - they just let it roll off of their shoulders. by now the guy was in his car and heading towards his best friend's house. emmett really didn't care what they did because they always had a blast together, no matter what. on the way to destination, emmett couldn't help but run a light or two and of course, not really stop at a stop sign - just to make it there a little faster. he was sure that later on, he'd be getting a ticket in the mail with a picture of his liscense plate and shit. before he knew it he was pulling inside the driveway and turning off the ignition. he practically ran to the front door and banged on it as if he were the cops.
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THIS IS TAGGED: THIS POST BELONGS TO JAMES, OBV.
STATUS OF POST: WHAT THIS POST IS, IS FINISHED
THE NOTES: I AM LEAVING, GOING TO MY GRANDMA'S.
THE WORDS: FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE
THE OUTFIT: THE OUTFIT HE IS WEARING RIGHT NOW
BANNER HERE: GET ONE LATER, MAYBE IDK.
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Post by james ryan morgan on Nov 30, 2009 15:21:08 GMT -5
we walk proud and we talk tough
WE GOT HEART AND WE GOT NERVE
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TAGGED FOR EMMETT/ALEXAAA. THIS POST IS COMPLETE WITH A RESOUNDING 695 WORDS. JAMES IS LOOKING MIGHTY YUMMY TODAY. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY THE PWNFUL ERICA. OH HEY LISTEN UP, I GOT SHIT TO SAY THIS WAS CRAPPY...AGAIN. D:
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James was sort of lacking in the friend department. There are many reasons for this really. For one, James could be, no, is a huge asshole. First impressions weren’t really his strong suit, so when he first meets someone they’re not too quick to schedule another meeting, especially those who aren’t quick to get to know someone. That was generally James’ fault though. He didn’t allow people to get too close to him, just because he found it easier to keep himself from getting hurt if he just didn’t attach himself to others. That applied mostly to deep relationships with women though. When it came to his friends, though he wouldn’t have meaningful conversations about his past with them he still got reasonably close to them. It usually took a little bit of time for James to create a worthwhile friendship with someone. But once that friendship was formed, you’d have it forever. Friends were all he had after all. His dad was never around for him, so James found himself staying over at his friends’ house for that night many times when he was younger. Now that he lived alone, things weren’t much different. He would party all night and sleep all day sometimes; just so he could minimize the time he had alone.
Plus it was sort of hard to make friends when you seemed like this spoiled, fighting, ass hole. Even though those things were mostly true about James, once you get to know him he really is a fun person to hang out with. Granted he’s still an asshole ninety nine percent of the time, he has his moments of niceness and there’s never a dull moment with him. It’s James we’re talking about. If you think about it positively, his personality can be quite amusing. You just can’t take the things he says to you to heart. Instead you can attempt to find the humor in it. James finds himself funny a lot, so other people should be able to as well. At least, that’s how James viewed it. Some people didn’t have enough confidence in themselves to brush James’ comments off as if they don’t have an effect on them. Emmett did though. That’s what James enjoyed about him, well one of the things anyway. James and Emmett insulted each other all the time but neither of them took anything personally. They were true friends, and each knew that the other isn’t serious when throwing out insults. Their relationship was similar to a brotherhood or a bromance if you will, despite how much James hated the term “bromance”. He felt that it sounded more like a term describing a gay couple rather than two guys who were really good friends. So, he’ll refer to their friendship as a brotherhood.
As the music flowed through his ears, he sat down on the couch in the living room. He munched relentlessly on the slice of pizza as he waited for Emmett’s arrival; he was starving and wished that he had another slice. Unfortunately he’d have to get up, get the phone, and order another pizza if he wanted anymore. At the moment he was feeling much too lazy to do all of that, so he settled with the one slice he had, at least until Emmett got there. Finally there was a knock on the door, or rather a few bangs. It took a moment for James to realize that the banging was indeed the door and not the base of the music filling the house. James pushed himself from the couch, stuffing the last of the thick pizza crust into his mouth before he reached the door, for fear of it getting stolen. With a mouth full of crust, James opened the door, his jaw working hard to chew it all up before he spoke. It was taking much too long so he spoke despite his full mouth. It’s about time, he mumbled as he opened the door wider to let his friend in. I was just about to order more pizza. You want some? James shut the door behind them, finally able to chew and swallow the remains of his food.
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Post by emmett asher wright on Dec 5, 2009 22:15:15 GMT -5
and it's not like me to hide behind a wall
[/font][/i] AND IT'S NOT LIKE ME TO FEAR THE FALL- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - emmett really enjoyed the bromance he shared with james. it was nice to have a best friend who wasn't related to you in anyway, and also to have someone who was the same age as you were. you always needed someone in the same age department who could experience certain things with you. the boy couldn't think of a time where he and james didn't get along, oddly enough when they first met it was at a MMA fight. it was just a casual hey, then they saw each other at the local parties and shared mutual friends and now look at them. best buds, creating they're own special bromance. emmett made sure he used that word more than brotherhood because he knew how much it bothered james. james was a homophobe, at least that's what it seemed liked to emmett. now emmett wasn't a homophobe, he could handle the local gay guy. he didn't even mind if the guy hit on him or not, to be honest it gave him a confidence boost. not only were girls hitting on him but as well as guys, he really was sexy then. laughing at the thought, he stared down at his phone as he waited for james to open the door.
what the fuck was he doing in there, jacking off? burying a dead hooker in the back yard? yes, emmett had a weird mind if he let it roam from time to time. "hurry up you fucker!" he shouted as he banged against the door once more. his gorgeous, chiseled face turned into a slight frown as he looked around at the neighbors to see if anyone liked his choice of words. not that he would care, but if there were kids outside he would apologize. a total secret, emmett was a sucker for kids, especially toddlers because he could really be a goofball and get away with it. that was probably the only thing that he and james disagreed on, children. emmett loved them where as james thought they were spawns from hell. children weren't as bad as james had made them out to be, they were actually really interesting. the guy always found it to be quite neat that a child's mind could be so creative and care-free. whenever he could hang out with his younger cousin's he would and babysit them while their parents went out. emmett hoped to one day have a family of his own, with a lot of kids of course. he didn't want to stay single forever, it got pretty lonely sometimes and sleeping with randoms was soon to get old. "jesus christ" he groaned as he banged on the door once more.
he decided to give himself a mental note to punch james in the stomach when he finally opened the door. if he ever opened the door that is, emmett would probably have to break in. but before he got the chance to conduct the master break-in plan, the door opened to show a mr. morgan on the opposite side - mouth full of pizza. emmett's brown eyes just stared at the guy as he waited for some sort of explanation or at least some sort of greeting. he was chewing on something, pizza probably, coming from the simple fact that besides chinese - pizza was like the second favorite thing that james loved. "im glad you could grace me with your presence and open the damn door" he said with a fake tone of annoyance. emmett only scoffed when he heard james say about time, pfft, he'd been outside for like the past thirty minutes. okay, well maybe not that long but still it was a long ass time. and what do you know, he was eating pizza - see, emmett knew his best friend. seeing that james was done chewing, he finally decided to pay him back for making him wait so long. balling his hand into a fist, he punched james in the stomach, not too hard but hard enough to get his point across. "next time don't make me wait so long, fucker" he replied as he ran past james before he got hit back. "but pizza sounds great" making sure that james wasn't sneeking up behind him, he walked backwards - pretty confindent with the surroundings. he had been here way too much to not know it.
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THIS IS TAGGED: THIS POST BELONGS TO JAMES, OBV.
STATUS OF POST: WHAT THIS POST IS, IS FINISHED
THE NOTES: THIS WAS CRAPPY...BUT MADE ME LOL.
THE WORDS: SEVEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE
THE OUTFIT: THE OUTFIT HE IS WEARING RIGHT NOW
BANNER HERE: GET ONE LATER, MAYBE IDK.
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