i'm a hurricane

allison sala. 20. newly nomadic. hot mess. unashamed. "I'm not looking to be found. I just want to feel unlost."

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I’m never drinking again.

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blaze-newman:

Letting out a somewhat bitter chuckle, his hand goes to his pockets, producing a pack of menthols. Pulling one from the pack with his teeth, he lights it before offering her one, speaking around the smoke now pouring from his mouth. “There’s an empty McDonalds bag in the back seat of my car if you feel the need to hurl,” he offers, gesturing to the car behind him, that he’s currently leaned up against. “Lucky for me, I don’t get sick. I just experience migraines from hell and a self-esteem to match. Blaze, by the way.”

“Ally,” she returned, forcing out a smile as she accepted the cigarette. “Thanks.” Holding it between her teeth as she dug through her bag for a lighter, she muttered, “I don’t usually throw up-- especially not repeatedly-- but I guess I sort of overdid it.” Her fingers finally closed around the lighter, and she immediately lit up and inhaled deeply, the scratchy feel of the smoke going down her throat soothing her. Lips twisting, she said, “I suppose I wasn’t made to drink alone.”

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thelittle-abernathy:

“Ghawt car trwobule?” Milo questioned around a mouthful of burger. He could hear his mother mentally chastising him for talking with his mouth full. Swallowing the bit in his mouth he tried again. “Got car troubles? Where are you parked, I could take a look. I’m always messing with the engine in my truck.” 

Ally arched an eyebrow at Milo’s failed attempt to speak with his mouth full, amused as she waited for him to repeat himself. “I can probably figure it out,” she said, shrugging. “I was alright with cars when I was a preteen-- my dad’s a mechanic-- I’ve just sort of forgotten pretty much everything. Hopefully temporarily. If you really want to look at it, though, or if I end up being permanently useless, I can show you eventually. I don’t really know what landmarks to direct you from, though-- sorry.”

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toby-ringer:

Toby nodded his head, watching the girl with a curios, all be it, hazy stare. “Right.” He muttered before rising from his seat. Pulling the joint from his lips he handed it toward her. “Most newbies don’t come around here unless they’ve heard about me. So how much do you want?”

“I keep hearing this word newbie, and never said in a very complimentary way. I’m not sure if I like it.” Still, Allison was grinning as she took the joint from him, inhaling deeply before she replied, smoke spilling from her lips as she spoke. “I am a friendly person, okay. But... yeah, alright, I want whatever twenty bucks can buy me.” A gram, she thought, her inner voice slightly aggressive despite her cheerful exterior. It better get me a fucking gram, because if people overcharge for weed as badly as they do cigarettes around here, I am gone.

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toby-ringer:

“So, what was it you wanted again?” Toby asked pulling a joint from his lips. 

“Nothing in particular-- maybe I’m just a friendly person, ” Allison replied with a crooked grin.

She was only half lying. She was a genuinely friendly and talkative person, after all. Had the fact that this man was in possession of weed deepened her interest in striking up a conversation? Absolutely. But she most likely would have done it anyway.

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thelittle-abernathy:

“Well, I go into Niland a couple times a week, so if you ever want me to pick something up for you, give me a list and some cash and I can do that.” Milo said as he quickly polished off his burger. A second had already made its way onto his plate, this time he didn’t bother with the bun.

“I appreciate it,” Allison said, smiling at him between enthusiastic bites of the burger. “Once I get my fuckin’ car fixed, I should be able to fend for myself, though.” After months of suspicious noises whenever she started it, the three hour drive from L.A. had finally defeated her junk heap of a car. It finally gave up just yards away from Slab City. From the sound it was making, Ally was pretty sure that the transmission was fucked-- but despite all the time that she had spent hanging around her dad’s mechanic garage as a kid, that was about as much as she could tell about it. She wasn’t good at remembering things, and whatever she had picked up at the garage as a child was mostly faded from her memory.

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ourladyoftheslabs:

“Good thinking. I like your reasoning. I like it when people follow their hearts or something”, she explained even though noone had asked for an explanation, hands gesturing theatrically like birds as she spoke the phrase pop culture seemed to be so in love with. “I’m sure you’ll find somebody to make you forget about that other person. We have so many hot people here we might as well be Hollywood minus the moisturizer.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Ally, laughter hidden under her tongue. “Give it a month or two when all the snowbirds come rolling and you will have an even bigger pool to choose from.”

Allison let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Not sure if another relationship is in the cards for me... at least for a while. But you’re definitely right about this place being chalk-full of hot people, so who knows-- I may be tempted.”

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theartofbeinglexi:

i got prior offenses you know this life it can be hectic now it might seem like a death wish being so young and fucking reckless

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thelittle-abernathy:

“You’re favorite human? Well I have to say I’m honored.” Milo added with a chuckle. Stacking his own burger high with cheese, lettuce, onion, tomato and potato chips, Milo took a bite. It had been awhile since he’d had a burger that hadn’t been sitting in a warming tray for 6 hours. “Food and water, the one thing I made sure not to leave my old place without. I may look skinny, but I eat as much as a NFL linebacker.” 

“My favorite human,” Ally confirmed, biting back a grin as she continued in a faux-serious voice. “Food is very important to me, because I eat an ungodly amount of it." Taking another bite, she grabbed for her bottle of beer, taking a long drink before she said, “You’d think that I would have been prepared to feed myself, since I’ve always eaten like a garbage disposal, but I literally left my apartment with no food except for a box of Cheeze-Its.”

[introspectivepoet]

“I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.”

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jaichavcz:

“If you sneak up on me one more time I’m going to spank you. I’m going to spank you where there are no witnesses, you pinche diablo. I’m going to make sure you feel it in the morning so help me.” Jai takes the cat off of her shoulders. The telltale sound of footsteps makes her glance over. Mierda. “I need you to know that I don’t spank cats. I don’t. I promise.”

Allison raised her eyebrows, resisting the urge to outright cackle with mirth. “O-kay,” she said, lips pressing together against a smile. “I believe you. I just... I’m going to make sure you feel it in the morning?” 

Her self control had never been fantastic, and she lost it all at once, shoulders shaking as her hand covered her mouth in a failed attempt to keep the laughter in. “I just... oh my God, that sounds so wrong, directed at a cat. Fuck.”

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judexnolan:

“Well Magenta has some emergency supplies if you need, ladies things, that sort of stuff. She’s the lady with the long grey hair with rainbow looms in, the RV with the giant cactus outside,” Jude said, passing on the information he knew off the back of his head. In his one year of living there, he’d become the unofficial guide map that new slabbers usually came to. “She’s really cool about it, too. You can pay her whenever, however. Oh yeah, it’s really good,” he grinned wide, “people bring in beer from all over. Kinda nice to take a break from all that Tecate.”

“Well, that’s certainly important information to know.” Allison laughed, smiling appreciatively. “I haven’t had a chance to get tired of Tecate yet, so I’m not sure I’ll fully appreciate the variety. Still, I’m always gonna love any situation where there’s an overabundance of alcohol.”

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ourladyoftheslabs:

“Dude, yes!” She nodded excitedly as if they had just discovered the secret to the meaning of life or the map for the fountain of youth. Of all the people she met, those earning the label of “kindred spirit” where her favorites and the possibility of a new one was just so much fun. She shrugged. “I’ll call you Ally then. I’m Suzana but everyone calls me Suza. What brings you here, Ally?”

Ally smiled widely at the other woman’s reaction, appreciating the bubbly enthusiasm that was similar to her own. “Nice to meet you, Suza.” Her smile faltered only slightly at the question-- her stubborn optimism wasn’t easy to dampen. “Oh, you know,” she said lightly. “I guess I’ve always sort of been a free-spirit, and I had a bit of a bad breakup, so I figured-- fuck it, right? Might as well.”

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I’m never drinking again.

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blaze-newman:

Glancing over, Blaze manages a slight smile, despite the seemingly permanent grimace set on his face. “Shit, I feel you. Can someone tell the sun to tone things down a bit? Every time I move my eyes I feel like my head’s being split in half.”

Allison groans, nodding in agreement as she internally curses herself for deciding that drinking almost half a bottle of whiskey alone in her car had been a good idea the night before. “Fuck, I know,” she says, rubbing a hand over her face. “Like, honestly? It’s gonna be a miracle if I make it through this conversation without running off to puke in a bush somewhere. Again.”

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luna-loves-aliens:

“Alright alright, ten?” Luna knew she was pushing it. If the situation were switched, there was no way Luna would give up the same amount she was offering. Instead she groaned excessively and held out her pack, gesturing for the other to take one. “Forget it– Here. For freee. Good Karma and all that.”

Allison hesitated, feeling slightly, inexplicably guilty. “You sure? I would pay you something, I’m just... well, I’m broke as shit, to be honest. All I really have to offer is whiskey and Cheeze-Its.”

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thelittle-abernathy:

“Pot brownies? At school, well you are a rebel without a cause.” If he could get his hands on one, Milo still enjoyed the occasional brownie or joint. But, he recently had started to try and stay away from most drugs. “I would have loved to been part of that school day.” Food now finished, he turned to Allison raising up the plate of burgers. “Come and get it.” 

Ally grinned. “It was fun until I got caught. Eating three brownies and ending up stoned out of my mind definitely made pre-calculus suck less, anyway.” The finished burgers definitely excited her-- for the past three days, all she’d consumed was Cheeze-Its, whiskey, a bean burrito from Taco Bell that she’d grabbed on the road, and a singular bottle of water. Real food was the greatest thing Milo could have given her, really, and she jumped up immediately to grab a burger and stick it on a bun with cheese and lettuce.

“You’re honestly my favorite human right now,” she informed him after she took a bite. “I was very underprepared in the food department.”

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itsnotindiana:

Indiana just blinked. She had better things to do. Allie was probably off staring Paco down for an ice cream and Kota was probably licking lizards. “You’ll get used to it here. Everyone who stays find their place.”

“I hope so,” Allison said, her optimism cracking for a brief moment before forcing a smile at the other woman, despite the fact that she was clearly anxious for Allison to leave.  “Anyway, I’m just gonna... go now.” She turned to walk away, giving a half-hearted wave over her shoulder as she went.