Shop till we drop it down low [Evelyn]

[james kevin judge]

I see you winding, grinding
up on that pole.

I know you see me looking at you
and you already know

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James Judge was sat on a wall in London waiting for Evelyn Dalton, he didnt exactly know Evelyn inside and out but he considered her a friend.. an extremely hot friend that if he got the chance to do anything with he would... yeah, a friend. He knew the Dalton's were a dangerous bunch and messing with any them was not advised but James just didnt give a crap abut anything he was living life in the moment, he figured he would die someday so why not just live life to the most you can each day you have it. When he was going to die, he didnt actually care, he wasnt scared of death, he was much more scared of being boring then dying.

He was meeting Evelyn Dalton because they had been talking one day and he had somehow got himself into a trip shopping with her, he wasnt exactly sure how the conversation had got to that but whatever he was waiting for her now, he had some money in his pocket and he was ready to buy stuff weather she showed up or not, he had actually got their a little early due to a late clock that had made him panic, but in his home nobody ever remembered to sort the clocks out so it happened to him fairly often. James did keep looking around for some suspicious looking characters though, Evie's boyfriend had recently been murdered this was James' strange way of trying to cheer her up a bit he didnt want to end up dead before she got there.

Whilst looking around for a shady character he noticed a blond girl walking away from him, he sat there and stared at the girls behind for a while untill she vanished into a shop which then brought him back to reality. Where the hell is she, if she's stood me up or something then.. I'm just gonna say i didnt show anyway he decided as he would feel like an idiot being stood up, he'd only agreed to the entire shopping thing to try and make her feel better and if she was going to be all mean and not show then, screw her. He was about to contemplate just leaving to go and shop on his own. When he fell off the wall backwards and landed on his back staring up into the sky. He lay on his back for a little while without moving or making a word untill he opened his mouth a little and let out a single word. "ouch".

I wanna f*ck you
You already know, i wanna f*ck you.

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Wearing: Outfit
Comment: About time i had a James thread + i censored my lyrics .. although it doesnt make much of a difference (:
Lyrics: I wanna *bleep* you - Akon
Credit: Me

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[evelyn marie dalton]

your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • we are broken,• • •

what must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

People often told you that grief was a terrible thing to have to experience, especially when you were young, but she had never taken heed of it. She’d thought youth was something that lasted forever. Or at least until you grew out of acting like a teenager, but she’d never imagined that these strangers could describe the emotion she was feeling so accurately. Truth be told, she wasn’t reacting in the typical way. In fact one might be concerned by how she seemed to be handling things. Instead of crying and talking about her emotions, she’d bottled it all up. She didn’t want to cry. Crying seemed so final, like everything was set in stone and there was nothing left. People only cried for what they’d lost, right? But she didn’t want to lose Sam. Hence why she refused to explain how she was feeling or stop acting weirdly. Although you might not be able to interpret it, she was still attempting to come to terms with recent events and this was her way of handling it, whether it was wise or not. Not that many people approached her and told her how to cope with her life, for which she found herself being very grateful. She had no wish to indulge in dull conversation with other people who ‘had experienced similar situations’ to herself. Her solution was not to wear black (although she was currently doing this), but rather to distract her mind from dwelling on the same horrifying moment. One of these distractions was in the form of shopping, where she figured if she had the money, why not spend it?

The only problem with the shopping idea was that she’d organised an outing with James Judge, who was admittedly rather attractive, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem came when people stared you out when you associated with other males as though this was some kind of unforgivable sin. At least here in London, people were less likely to give you a second look. They’d just make some simple assumptions and move on. But the other issue was that a part of her was hating herself for being in the company of another male so soon after Sam. She knew she wasn’t doing anything that was wrong, in fact if anyone was doing anything wrong, it was far more likely to be him. Despite her earlier bad feeling about her decision, she no longer felt that it was intrinsically bad, she liked shopping and she tolerated his company. She deserved to have a few hours where she could think about something else, right? Nobody else would begrudge her this time to relax and smile, instead of slumping across her bed and staring out of the window. And yet now she was standing in the middle of London, the only person who could stop her from meeting him and going shopping was her. How pathetic was that? She couldn’t even make her own decisions anymore. But then there was no way in hell she was letting anyone else decide what she could or couldn’t do.

So this meant that her decision was pretty much made. She was going to do what made her smile, for whatever period of time, and not regret it. Great. Now all she had to do was keep to this decision. As long as she kept walking it wouldn’t be that difficult. Making her way through the small crowds of people, she hesitated for one final time before walking towards the agreed meeting place. Her main thought now was that the guy had better be there, otherwise she’d quite possibly kick him the next time she saw him. However, it quickly emerged that there was no need for her to scowl and punch him, because he had indeed miraculously appeared at the scene. This small glimmer of hope was quickly vanquished when she saw his body fall backwards at quite an alarming pace. Rolling her eyes, which was not an uncommon occurrence when she was graced was his presence, she walked to the back of the wall and gave him a disapproving look, as though he had fully intended for it to happen. “Nicely done,” she commented, not offering to help, but rather giggling at his misfortune. “And people call me the clumsy one.” Throwing a glance at the nearest person to them, before looking back, she put on a serious expression, although her tone was edging on playful. “You might want to get up now though because, frankly, it’s embarrassing.”

give us life again.
cause we just wanna be whole.
words ! some amount of words.
tagged ! evelyn dalton & james judge.
outfit ! clicketh here.
lyrics ! we are broken by paramore.
credit ! broadwayislove@caution
notes ! i have nothing to say to you, dan, haha.

[james kevin judge]

I see you winding, grinding
up on that pole.

I know you see me looking at you
and you already know

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James lay their looking up at the sky untill a face appeared in his line of sight. He knew who it was almost instantly because well, he'd been waiting for her. "You know.. i was gonna be much more smoother then this" he told her honestly then added "I was going to be all cool and i had some good lines and i was just going to improvise and everything" he said with a shrug still lying on his back. He then smirked and said "I'm not usually this clumsy.. i blame you" he said, he had no real reason to blame her, it wasnt like she'd done anything that would make him fall off the wall but he had fell off and he just wasnt usually this clumsy.

He laughed a little as she said it was embarrassing. "I could.." he started then paused for effect "Or you could come join me down here" he finished with a little wink. "It's comfortable once you get over the pain in your back and the stones digging in" he told her with a laugh then sat up. "Or maybe we should go find somewere a bit.. softer" he suggested, standing up. He smiled at her then noticed some guy looking at them both in the corner of his eye. James looked at the guy then back at Evie "Hold on one second" he told her then walked off towards the stranger that was staring at them.

"Hey, kid, look i know the girl's hot and everything, and i look like a troll but seriously, quit the staring or you'll end up with a face that looks like it's been hit by a car" James said then suddenly realised the guy was way bigger then him. "Or i could fuck your brains out, you decide" he added just to make sure the guy wouldnt hit him, because he was fairly sure the guy was straight and he knew all straight guys found gay or bi guys weird and he was much more likely to walk away then punch James in the face. Luckily for James the guy just gave him a weird look and walked away.

Smirking to himself he headed back over to Evie "I sure showed that guy, he was totally gonna come give us hassle but i put him in his place, because nobody messes with me, I'm like a warrior" he said bigging himself up to the extreme even if what he had just done was rather basic and anyone probably could have done it. "So, hot stuff, where we going now then?" he asked curiously, he didnt exactly know which shops were good to shop in and which ones weren't but he figured Evelyn's a girl, girl's know about shopping.

I wanna f*ck you
You already know, i wanna f*ck you.

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Wearing: Outfit
Comment: you gotta say something to me!
Lyrics: I wanna *bleep* you - Akon
Credit: Me

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[evelyn marie dalton]

your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • we are broken,• • •

what must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

Shaking her head, it seemed entirely possible to express her doubt at his statements than by voicing them directly. “I’m sure you did,” she began, still grinning at his accident. “Well, we all know how smooth you can be around women.” To anyone else this might have sounded slightly harsh, as though she was accusing him of something, but since she was the one saying it, it didn’t mean anything more than a sarcastic remark. She wasn’t going to criticise him for something she did also. Well, used to do. And strangely, she didn’t miss the company of different guys every so often. She guessed Sam had changed that. “You can still try the lines,” she shrugged, offering him the opportunity to show her how he managed to fool so many girls. “I’m not saying that they’ll get you anywhere, but why not try?” She was doubtful that any line would work on her. She’d heard them so many times before, and she found that the most successful route to her was to simply state the obvious feelings of lust. Evidently, she wasn’t comfortable with boys doing that at the moment, because it just felt wrong. She couldn’t just go back to acting like she had before. She’d moved on with her life since then, and she was quite satisfied with how she’d changed. His next words knocked the thought out of her head, as she turned to look at him with a surprised expression, “You blame me?” she repeated, as though he was clearly insane.

She could tell, as soon as she’d seen him fall down, that he was going to make the most of the situation and try to make it look as though part of him had planned for that to happen. “Join you on the floor?” she raised an eyebrow, looking more than a little bit sceptical at the thought. “No thanks, I’ll have to decline your kind offer, because I spend enough time on the floor as it is..” She broke off suddenly, a small bout of pinkness swelling into her cheeks, as she realised how the last part of the sentence could easily be misinterpreted. Laughing, she ignored it and went on to answer his next question. “Somewhere softer..?” she asked, being somewhat confused. Most people would have used the word ‘comfortable’, but then she was forgetting whose company she was spending time in. He wasn’t exactly normal, was he? Before she had time to respond properly, he cut her off and walked off. Feeling slightly indignant, she huffed silently and turned to see him walking towards a random man. Not that she had time to comment on that either, he seemed in a determined mood today. She spun back to wait for him to finish, before finishing the conversation he had started a few minutes earlier.

“You definitely showed him,” she agreed, clearly having no idea what he was talking about. She hadn’t even noticed anyone watching them, apart from staring when James had fallen backwards. “He was?” she copied part of his statement, wondering what the guy had been planning to do, according to James’ logic anyhow. Who knew if it was what would have actually happened? Taking a few steps to move towards the other side of the path, she considered his question for a few moments, before speaking. She had no idea where she wanted to go. So much for being back in her decisive swing of things. Easily solved though, she realised. Glancing swiftly at the nearest clothing shops around them, she pointed at one that was practically fluorescent pink in colour. “That shop?” she suggested, once again giving the impression that she was being completely serious in her suggestions. Part of her was curious to see if he’d do anything for her. Any normal guy would probably jump in horror at the sight. But part of her was just enjoying the chance to spend time with someone with no strings attached, she could just enjoy the time they spent together and maybe get some shopping therapy done in the process.

give us life again.
cause we just wanna be whole.
words ! some amount of words.
tagged ! evelyn dalton & james judge.
outfit ! clicketh here.
lyrics ! we are broken by paramore.
credit ! broadwayislove@caution
notes ! mhm, nope, nothing comes to mind :D.

[james kevin judge]

I see you winding, grinding
up on that pole.

I know you see me looking at you
and you already know

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James had to admit one good thing ahd came out of his little falling off the wall accident, she had a smile on her face. He felt kinda lame about being glad she had a smile on her face, it just wasnt the coolest thing to be glad about, he was sure plenty of other people had seen her smile. "Naa i'll save my lines for a.. less painfull occasion" he said rubbing his back slightly, it had actually hurt him rather a bit but he was putting on a brave face, he couldnt show any kind of weakness ever, expecially infront of a girl, that'd just be embarrasing. Yeah.. i blame you" he said probably being a bit too cheeky for his own good. "Distracting me with your hotness, you could cause someone some serious injuries!".

James' eyebrow instantaneously raised at the 'i spend enough time on the floor' bit, he wasnt exactly sure how he should react to that, there was the way he would normally, which was completely innapropriate or the way he knew she meant which was that she was clumsy and he should tell ehr to stop being so clumsy... obviously he was going to go for the innapropriate one. "I bet you do" he said with a wink and a chuckle. "Yeah.. somewere softer.. like a pillow or a marshmellow factory, softer" he said unsure why she had a problem wih the word softer, ok in his head he was making up jokes 'well.. if she doesnt like it soft..' but he was going to be mature in the situation, well for a super short while at least.

"Yeah he was" James said with a nod, ok maybe he wasnt and it was just him being super protective, he'd grown up in rather a rough area so he'd learnt to talk his way out of fights and out of any dangerous situation, and if that didnt work he was rather fast. James looked at the shop she pointed at, it was.. well.. it was pink. There was no other word for the shop but pink, it was almost eye burningly pink. "Fine then, that shop it is" he said, sure he didnt exactly want to go into the bright pink shop but he would, he felt like this was Evie's day and he was only tagging along to make her laugh and have a good time, he felt kind of bad about the entire Sam dying thing. He'd not done anything super bad about it but he still felt bad for her.

I wanna f*ck you
You already know, i wanna f*ck you.

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Wearing: Outfit
Comment: ):
Lyrics: I wanna *bleep* you - Akon
Credit: Me

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