"I touch the fire and it freezes me... "

[loekie]

hey hun... here's our topic...

quick question...
did you want to keep this HP based? Because I was thinking perhaps we could just have it in the 'normal world' I mean I hardly get a chance to do that anymore...

*hopeful look*
*smile*

[loekie]

testing!

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I got it to work!!! yes!

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and yeah, its all good if we do a normal world rp but i don't have a start for one of them

[loekie]

yay!
*smiles*
that doesn't matter, I do!
give me a minute...

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kk

[loekie]

[[here it is...
*smiles*
I hope its okay if I have James be in fostercare for this one?]]

A young teen woke to pounding on his door.

“JAMES” came the low growl from outside his bedroom door giggled “JAMES you open this door now!”

“Whadda you want?” the blond boy groaned out as he slowly opened his eyes to greet a new day.

“You unlock this door now boy, or I’ll break it down” came the threat “Leave me alone!” the boy sighed annoyed. “James Ford, if you don’t come out now, I swear ta God, you’ll regret it.”. The blond groaned sitting up swinging his legs out from under the blankets and headed to the door unlocking it. Before he could open it though, the door swung open against his wrist, snapping it. The blond however showed nothing as he simply glared at the big guy before him “Yeah?” the boy questioned raising an eyebrow. The only answer was a hard smack in the face his head swinging to the side at the impact. The blond narrowed his eyes as he slowly turned his head back “Ya done?” he bit out. He might be acting all tough, but make no mistake, this guy scared the shit out of him. He just couldn’t let the older man see that, cause the day he did, might just be the day he died. He just was so tired of the man’s anger. James had his own Ford-temper to deal with, and that was more then enough.

Then he was grabbed by his arm and dragged to the living-room “Trust me Jamie, we ain’t done by a long shot” Sean growled shoving his nephew against the wall.

“You mind telling me what this is all about?” the youngster asked his eyes blazing, but mentally searching for escape-routes for if things really got out of hand.

“The police called me this morning” he started meaningfully and when the boy stayed quiet he narrowed his eyes “Well boy, ain’t ya gonna tell me what ya did?” he asked, but the blond stayed quiet again until he was punched in the face again “well??” he demanded.

“Whadda ya want me to say?” he asked ignoring the pain that had shot through him at the hit. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to it all.

“Tell me what ya did” the guy ordered and the blond bit back a ‘what’s the point if you already know?’ and broke eye contact for a split second. This was a mistake. It showed the older male that his tactics were working, and that James was intimidated…as much as he often refused to show it.

The boy found himself being grabbed by the collar and he was pulled forward threateningly “Don’t you make me ask again” the older man hissed.

“I didn’t do nothin’” the boy insisted.

This earned him another punch in the face. Blood was dripping down his chin and he just wiped it away.
“They said you and yer friends were out joyriding last night, you in particular all liquored up” he clarified.

The blond shrugged “and?” the boy asked.

“And they’re charging me a fine! Look at where we live! Ya think I have money ta spend on you and your foolishness?” he got in the boys face “You’re just good for nothing sack of shit” he growled in a dangerously low tone “I knew you where going to end up like your dead beat daddy”

The blond's face contorted in anger “Shut up!” he growled almost spitting fire taking a threatening step forward about to punch the bastard in the gut. His arm was grabbed though and before James could even register what was happening, a fist connected with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and then another with the side of his head. After a few more blows, darkness seemed to pass over his vision and he fell unconscious. He woke up a few minutes later, lying on his bed in his room. His whole body ached, as he painfully sat up and assessed his most recent injuries. Suddenly, his anger was gone and a sense of despair and hopelessness washed over him. He absolutely refused to let the tears that burned behind his eyes fall and he rummaged through one of his bag to take out a package of his ‘magic’ powder that just made everything seem less bad.

When he woke up again a small girl stood near his bed eyeing him carefully.

“You shouldn’t get in trouble…” she whispered climbing on the bed. The boy groaned slightly as his head was still pounding but he offered the girl a small smile “No worries sugar-pop” he assured “I’m just fine” he shrugged as there was a shout from downstairs. He sighed. Time to face yet another day in this fucking hell.

“James, get your lazy ass down here” came a shout from down the stairs.

The boy sighed “Coming” he yelled back even though he knew the danger behind it. He swung his legs from under the covers, quickly putting on some jeans and a baggy shirt. He walked into the kitchen where he got to work fixing the ‘happy family’ breakfast. He didn’t even really care what they did to him, He was used to it after all, but he just wished he could spare it the new arrival. A small seven year old girl smiled broadly as she sat down at the table. The man of the house was less pleased though, and before he could get ready for school he had to make sure the new injuries could not be seen and he took a quick shower to get the fresh blood off of him, then he grabbed his bag, took the girl by the hand and walked out of the house.

“Are you hurt?” the girl’s soft voice questioned.

The southerner shook his head “Nah sugar-pop, I’m fine” he smiled at her “come on, you don’t want to be late for school now do ya?” his southern accent drawled. Even after 8 years with the other family one could still hear he was from the South.. Tennessee to be exact.

The girl shook her head and when they arrived to the building he walked in with her and made sure she was alright before heading across the street where the high-school was situated.

James sighed as he walked up to his new school. He threw away his cigarette-but. He sighed his first class of the day.. history. Marvelous. Why did he even bother? He sighed sitting down in the back row. He yawned taking out his books and opened one he had just started reading. It might come as s bit surprise, but the young southerner loved to read. It was his way of escaping his hell-hole of a life. His casually leaned back in his seat his eyes lazily scanning the book. He really had no intention to pay any attention to the teacher what-so-ever.

The teacher had started his class and kept his eyes on the new blond that had just started school today. The boy seemed rather into the book he seemed to have brought instead of class. The older man smiled slightly and shook his head as he walked over to the blond’s desk.

“What was the cause of the WW1.. Mr. Ford?” he asked standing right before the boy.

“People are morons…” the boy replied lazily without looking up from his book.

The teacher was a little taken aback by the answer “thank you for that insight Mr. Ford. The rest of the class just chuckled.

James sighed bored “The relationships between the countries were already strained because of the new imperialism. When the crown prince of Austro-Hungary was killed in 1914, it was the last straw and tada… WW1” he summarized. There were a few more things that had contributed, but hell.. who cared? He hadn’t looked up from his book and now lazily turned a page.

The teacher raised an eyebrow “very well, just put the book away” he ordered smiling slightly.

The blond simply shrugged “sure teach” he responded putting the book back in his bag. He sighed… now how was he going to get through this class? He just leaned back in his seat staring out of the window. This was going to be one looong day. Luckily to bell sounded to at least end this nightmare... He slowly rose to his feet and collected his things before heading for the door...

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[oh boy...that's long...I'll try to get mine as long]

[loekie]

*smiles*
don't worry about it..
sometimes with starters my twisted mind get's a bit carried away...
I apologise

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Keeping up an image is never easy, and Larissa Jenner knew all about it. Her house looked rich, and happy, and safe, and everything a house should be. Larissa's mother was a brain surgeon and her father was a lawyer. To everyone on the outside, it seemed as if Larissa had it all, but no one actually knew that images are almost always wrong.

Larissa had woken up early so she could get ready for school. She walked across her luxurious bedroom and into her own bathroom. After her shower, Larissa sat down at her vanity and brushed the blond hair that ran past her waist. She applied her make up and got dressed, picking out a pair of designer jeans and a Hollister blouse. Larissa spritz on some Victoria Secrets perfume and slipped on a pair of Converse.

Larissa went down the long spiral staircase to her family's huge kitchen. She looked on the fridge and saw a note that was addressed to her. It stated that her mother and father had both left for work early.
"Because actually having breakfast with your only daughter would be pure torture." Larissa thought bitterly. She was so angry that she skipped breakfast.

Larissa started the engine to her jet black Volvo and tore out of the 3-door garage.

Having skipped breakfast, Larissa arrived to school an hour earlier than she had anticipated. She walked into the cafeteria and sat down next to her disgustingly uptight friends.

"Rissie! You're here early!" Jaden, Larissa's supposed best friend screeched.

"Hey Jaden." Larissa mumbled. She looked around and stifled a gag. Every single one of the girls at the table were wearing the same outfit as Jaden.

"Oh. I see you didn't get my text. You were sposed to wear the pink top from Wet Seal." Jaden was obviously hurt that Larissa didn't sell her soul and conform to the Queen Bitch's every whim.

Larissa sighed, "Guess not." She had no idea why she even pretended to be Jaden's friend. Jaden was seriously the spawn of satan.

"Well, I can forgive this one time." Jaden said in mock chastisement.

Larissa pretended to be relieved. "Thanks so much." She said in a monotone voice.

Thankfully the bell stating that it was time to head to first period rang.

"Oh, poo. You have history, don't you Rissie." Jaden whined.

"Yeah, darn." Larissa said. She hurried to her locker, which Jaden had covered in pink flower stickers, and grabbed her book.

Larissa opened the classroom door and went to her regular seat, in the back row, next to a new boy. Larissa ignored him, not wanting to have to show him how fake she could be by pretending to care.

Larissa opened her history book and zoned out. The teacher never called on her, and she never raised her hand. They some how had a telepathic treaty stating that both didn't want to bother the other.

Larissa only paid attention when the teacher came to the back row and stood in front of the new kid.

"Great," She thought to herself, "The kid's a smart ass."

The bell rang and Larissa jumped up out of her seat and hurried to the door, accidentally bumping into the new kid. Larissa resisted the urge to flip out on him, instead trying the fake approach.

"I'm sorry, excuse me." She said as she stepped around him...




[it's not as long as yours and I apologize...hope it's still okay]

[loekie]

it's great! working on a reply now!

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k thanks

[loekie]

sorry it's taking so long... i keep getting distracted... won't be too much longer now...
promise...

[loekie]

James sighed as he walked towards the door. This was just marvelous. And now he had maths… He sighed. Numbers weren’t really his thing… nevertheless he seemed to get A+ses in most of his classes. This had annoyed most his teachers back in Tennssee. He had never seemed to pay attention in class and his homework was rarely done. James was no fool though and apparently had luck when it came to testing… he just seemed to do well and it bugged most teachers although they usually just let it slide. It was rather fun to get people riled up. it was just so easy and he found it rather therapeutic. It kept him from thinking about his own pathetic excuse for a life. He sighed running a hand through his hair. Man he needed to get drunk. He smirked. How sad was that? Drowning ones sorrows. He just didn’t really know how long he was going to be able to keep this up. he had been through too much of this. The young teen scolded himself inwardly. He should be used to this by now. After 8 years of this crap. He grumbled when someone bumped into him. He turned his head to the girl that had just sat beside him.

He narrowed his intense sea-coloured eyes as the girl spoke. He raised an eyebrow “You’re excused sweetheart” he smirked before she went around him. He rolled his eyes. People were so easy. The boy smiled slightly. Oh yes, he quickly figured people out and it came in handy when he would be at a party or club and try and get some free booze or get some girl’s attention if he wanted to. They would usually come over to him. A few drinks and a bit of sweet-talking later…. Oh yes, and they never really seemed to mind it just being a one-night-stand. He usually made it clear and so it was usually no surprise. He walked out the door and went in search for his next class. He checked his timetable and then the different rooms. Soon the math-class was found and he slipped inside sitting down. Yep… there was definitely nothing worse than being dumped in a new school. He understood why they had had to move… the question were beginning to get too hard answer and it had become harder and harder for the boy to cover everything up. He really didn’t want anyone else to find out what was happening. It wasn’t as if anyone cared anyway, and that worked just fine for him.

He knew he’d only be stuffed in another family that could possibly be even worse than this one… besides… he knew not to expect too much from social services, or people in general anyway. He had made peace with that. He could still hear the scolding voice of his ‘social worker’ when she tried to set him straight.

“I’ve heard to have been getting in trouble at school, and the police as well. She turned to the boy sitting before her. She really didn’t know what to do with him. Nobody seemed to be able to get through to him. He had locked his eyes with the woman “Fuck that… they don’t know nothing” he told her vehemently. The woman shook her head holding up her hands in surrender “Just realized that not too long from now you will not be getting off with a mere warning once you reached 18” she told him. He simply shrugged “Yes ma’am” he said with a mock-salute before rising to his feet “That it?” he asked and the woman nodded waving a dismissive hand “Yes, you can go… I just don’t want to see you back here, understand?” she said and he rolled his eyes but nodded “Sure” before walking through the door.

He now sat in class taking out his books and staring out the window not really paying attention to the teacher… that is until his name was called out once again. The blonde head snapped up and looked at the teacher with a raised eyebrow “yeah teach?” he asked. The man in front of the class pointed to the blackboard “please solve the equation on the board” he repeated. James shrugged getting to his feet “Yes-sir” he smirked as he slid from his chair and solved the equation. This wasn’t really too difficult… or so he thought. He then went back to his seat and continued staring out the window. He massaged his temples as he was starting to get major headache. He shook himself out of it. it was not worth thinking about. It wouldn’t change anything and so he just pushed it to the back of his mind… He sighed checking the clock. Why did classes always have to take so damn long? He was bored out of his mind…

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[loekie]

[[I'm going to head to bed though...
If you leave a reply I'll be sure to reply to it first thing in the morning!!
*waves*]]