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Post by loekie on Feb 15, 2009 23:19:33 GMT 1
hey hun... how are you doing?
I'll go find my starter... who are you going to play? and do you want it to be normal, or do you really want it to Harry Potter based?
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Post by ordinary09 on Feb 15, 2009 23:22:20 GMT 1
Hiya! Im good. Might be gone for a bit after the clock strikes 5 but I will be back shortly there after.
Oh I was thinking I would play, Christine Price, if its alright I will give a good description in the first post?
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Post by loekie on Feb 15, 2009 23:24:19 GMT 1
Sure! and would you mind if I have this take place in the normal world? How long till 5? It's almost midnight here soo...
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Post by ordinary09 on Feb 15, 2009 23:25:54 GMT 1
Oh wow...It's 4.30 now, how late do you normally stay up?! Oh yeah by the way I love the colors! And the normal world is perfectly fine
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Post by loekie on Feb 15, 2009 23:28:52 GMT 1
hmm... usually around 1 or 2 am... but I have been known to stay up untill 4 or 5 when I'm writing...
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Post by ordinary09 on Feb 15, 2009 23:30:43 GMT 1
Wowsers! Well I will be on for a while around here. Im at work right now, but I head home at 5
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Post by loekie on Feb 15, 2009 23:36:09 GMT 1
oooh okay... well.. I'll be posting in just a few minutes... I just want to tweek the starter a bit... Where are you from anyway? and do you maybe have yahoo or something?
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Post by ordinary09 on Feb 15, 2009 23:37:58 GMT 1
I am from the States, good ole AL. I've got AIM. I'm actually going to get to leave work in just a few minutes, so I will be gone for a few. But I will be back!
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Post by ordinary09 on Feb 15, 2009 23:38:43 GMT 1
I put my name on my profile for AIM
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Post by loekie on Feb 15, 2009 23:38:52 GMT 1
okay hun! I'll see ya then!
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Post by loekie on Feb 16, 2009 0:05:04 GMT 1
A blonde boy groaned as a alarm sounded telling him a new day was about to start. His hand shot out from under the covers turning the damn thing of. He sighed his eyes still closed. He forced them open though and swung his feet out from under the covers.
“JAMES, get your lazy ass out of bed” came a shout from down the stairs.
The boy sighed “Coming!” he yelled back, knowing how dangerous that could be, but unable to help himself. He got ready for the day ahead and went down the stairs where his ooh so loving family was waiting for him. He smirked inwardly when he headed into the kitchen to do his morning chores. The blonde however had to pay for his little insubordenance. He quickly headed up the stairs cleaning himself up before taking him and the other foster-child too school… The little 7 year old took his head “You in pain?” she inquired. He had been able to keep her from getting hurt… so far anyway… but she knew what went on inside the house. The blonde shook his head “I’m find sugar-pop” he assured as they reached her school “don’t worry about it alright?” he told her and after a moment’s hesitation she nodded “I’m sorry” she whispered but the boy shook his head “not your fault princes” he cut her of and she looked at him for a second before she ran of and met up with her friends. He watched her leave and smiled slightly. He shook his head he just didn’t know what he was going to do. He just hoped he could keep her safe.
James sighed as he walked up to his new school. He threw away his cigarette-but. Was there anything worse then a first day in a new school? He entered the building and headed in searched for the principal’s office, where he assumed he’d be spending a lot of time, to collect his timetable. He then went in search of his first class… History. 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 leant 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 blonde that had just started school today. The boy seemed rather into the book he seemed to have brought. The older man smiled and shaking his head as he walked over to the blonde’s desk. The boy didn’t seem to notice as he just kept reading. The teacher raised an eyebrow deciding to test the new boy’s knowledge and see how far he was behind.
“What was the cause of the WW1.. Mr. Ford?” he asked standing right before the boy.
“People are morons…?” he replied without looking up from his book.
The teacher was a little taken aback by the answer “thank you for that insight Mr. Ford” he shook his head. The rest of the class just chuckled.
James sighed bored “The relationship between the countries was 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. This new kid had spunk, and apparently knew a thing or two about history. He would get by here
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 really hated transferring school. His whole body still ached from the beating he had received the night they all had left the last place. So yeah, he pretty much had that one coming, he had taken a neighbour’s car with a few friends for a joy-ride in drunken bravado. He smirked… that had been a great night. There had been alcohol… drugs. God had he been wasted… luckily the police hadn’t shown up until the next day. Ah well.. he’d just gotten through it like he had survived the rest of his life. He was a loner anyway. He just leaned back in his seat staring out of the window. This was going to be one looong day.
Finally though, the bell rang and he went outside sitting on the grass with his book. The blond lit a cigarette and blew out some smoke. School was just so boring. The boy leaned back on his elbows opening the book.. he might just have to skip the rest of his classes… ====================
Hey hun! Hope this post is alright? if not.. just let me know....
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Post by ordinary09 on Feb 16, 2009 0:29:45 GMT 1
Christine had been excused from the first part of her History class because she had been called. The babysitter had called the school and she had to go and take care of what ever had happen. She had been worried sick on her drive home from school, what had happened to Andy. When she had left this morning Andy was perfectly fine, no colds, no fever, he was just as happy as any two year old could be watching his mother leave him yet again for the day. When she got there to find that Andy had fallen and bumped his head she wanted to ring the neck of the babysitter.
For two reasons really. One, why wasn't she watching him better and Two: He was perfectly fine, he was actually sitting in the middle of the floor laughing and playing with his toys. After a quick chat with the babysitter, she left her annoyed as she headed back to school. Thats why, Christine is a statistic. She got pregnant at the end of her Freshman year, after one bad night of not thinking. Her parents said that she was going to have to give it up, but she just couldn't do that. So she emancipated herself from her parents, and talked with the baby's father about a job for after school and support payments.
It had all been worked out fairly well. Evan Andy's dad was still a very steady figure in her life. Not the love of her life but that didn't matter. He was more than willing to step up and help her with Andy. And his family was well off so money was never really an issue. They were the reason that she was able to have a babysitter. If it wasn't for them she wasn't sure how she would have managed. As for contact with her parents, they weren't exactly happy with her. Needless to say that she hears from them during Holidays.
She had walked in just as a new kid answered a question. She laughed as she took her usual seat in front glancing back at him. He was cute that was for sure and she knew that meant he would be targeted by many and most of the girls at this school. He seemed bored to be here, school having to listen to a teacher and be around anyone. She looked forward and started taking notes and listening to the teacher.
After class was over she had a free period and headed outside to start work on her paper. Not that she loved doing the work or a bookworm or anything. No she had to do this, she had someone she needed to take care of and crappy out of high school was just not an option for that. She saw the new kid light up and take a seat on the grass opening a book. "Whatcha reading?" she asked sitting down and taking out her notebook "those things will kill you by the way" she added. Her long curly brown hair hung down to her waist. She had on dark blue jean pants and a tank top.
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Post by loekie on Feb 16, 2009 1:49:52 GMT 1
The blonde scanned the pages of the book. He really didn’t feel like going back inside. His next period would be… Maths, if he remembered correctly. True… that wasn’t his strong suit, he still got an A+ without even trying… Whether that be because he was smart, or just because he just had enough time back home to get it sorted.. who could tell? It didn’t matter anyway and the blonde sure wasn’t going to change anything. He knew most teacher only saw him as the slacker… the ‘rebel’ and social services had classified him as a troubled teen following what had happened to him all these years ago. It wasn’t like they were wrong… he got in more trouble and spent most of his time in the principals office and well.. skipped more classes then he attended… but could one really blame him?
The 16 year old sighed as he remembered that one fateful night that screwed up his life.
He remembered how he had woken up to pounding on their front door, and how his mother had told him to get under the bed and how he, still sleep-drunken had complied without even realizing what was going on. It wasn’t until he heard his mother’s screams and his father yelling. That however wasn’t a strange occurrence in the Ford house-hold. His father had a temper, and the young 8 years old had soon learned how to reach his father’s moods. This time it was different though.. for some reason it felt like something was really wrong. Then there was a loud pang and the boy heard something heavy slumping to the floor. He pressed himself against the wall when there were footsteps up the stairs. Soon two boots stepped into the room and the boy held his breath when the man that had entered the room and had now sat on the bed. Then there was a second pang and a weight slumped back on the bed. The blonde swallowed trying to wrap his young brain around what just happened.
“Wattcha reading?” a female voice inquired interrupting his disturbing thoughts. He looked up tilting his head.
“Watership down” his southern accent informed as his stormy sea-colored eyed took in the girl that now sat before him and he smiled slightly.
“Those things will kill you by the way” she then added taking out a notebook.
The blonde shook his head blowing out some more smoke “but what a way to go …” he smiled “what can I say, I love living on the edge”
He sighed… smoking wasn’t by far the worst thing he’d done… there was booze, joints, coke, mushrooms… speed.. well.. there wasn’t much the blonde hadn’t tried in order to escape the sad excuse he called a life. There was this one time a few weeks ago when he and some of his ‘friends’ back home had high-jacked a car to take it for a joyride. It had been an amazing night.. there had been booze and well… drugs. He was glad the police hadn’t shown up at his place the day after so that he could have at least a night sleep before getting his ass kicked and shown all the corners of the house. He remembered the little girls muffled cries when he regained consciousness.
He sighed.. now he’d have to find a new supplier. He looked at the brunette before him though “we just had class together didn’t we?” he asked remembering how she left, and reentered the class this morning. He looked over “What you working on?” he asked. “I’m James by the way” he introduced himself. =====================
Sorry it took so long.. I kept getting distracted... I'm going to head to bed though.. looking forward to read you reply (if you want to continue this that is...))
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Post by ordinary09 on Feb 16, 2009 2:51:29 GMT 1
He loves living on the edge. She had heard that so many times now it didn't phase her in the slightest. It made her wonder about him though. Sitting here taking in his features and his eyes more specifically. If she had learned one thing throughout her life it was that people wore the truth in their eyes if no where else. Eyes were the window into your soul, into your past, into your worries. It was quite possibly the one thing that she really took notice of.
She smiled lightly and shook her head. Living on the edger, partying and drugs more than likely maybe even sex. Something that she hadn't done since, well count how old Andy is to the day and then add nine months and that would be the last time. She shook her own head trying to shake that thought. Nothing good ever happened when she started thinking like that. The last time she had it had almost ended up with her sleeping with Evan again while Andy was asleep in his room. It's hard to get over someone you share so much with. She looked up at him when she heard him ask what she was working on. She glanced down at her notebook and frowned a bit seeing that she only had a few pages written.
"The paper we have due for history next week" she said. It wasn't a large paper just six pages but when you have a two year old at home everything takes longer than it should and adds more stress than necessary. "I like to try and get things out of the way as soon as I can" she added for no particular reason. "And yeah, I was in class with you this morning. You answer was pretty funny by the way" she said with a chuckle remembering what he had said to the teacher. But then remembering how he did actually answer the question, she knew he was a smart guy but something kept him with this attitude.
"Nice to meet you James" she said looking back up from her notebook to him "I'm Christine"
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Of course I want to continue! Hopefully my posts are alright. Look forward to checking on the tomorrow. I've got class for most of the day but I'll check back later in the day
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Post by loekie on Feb 17, 2009 0:56:14 GMT 1
The blonde boy looked back at the girl while thinking of the new arrival to their little family. She had been a little younger then he had been when he had first arrived. He leaned back on his elbows again remembering how she scared she’d been at first. He had tried to make her feel ‘at home’ and had kept his eye on her to make sure she was safe, and well.. he just hoped he had succeeded. He sighed inwardly.
He remembered when he’d first ended up with these people. It had been after his parent’s funeral, where the young 8 year old boy had stood between all the other people staring out at the freshly dug graves and the caskets that were waiting to be buried. His eyes remained without emotion. He just didn’t understand how someone could just disappear like that? He wondered what he was going to do now? He sighed… he swore he’d found this Sawyer guy… he would avenge his parent’s death. So yeah.. the boy knew that his father had been the one that had pulled the trigger, the boy had heard the fights that had gone on between his parents and he had know that this man, unknown to him, had driven his father to do what he did. They walked out of the graveyard and as the day drew to a close a woman now walked up to the blonde. She took his to what he would later learn to be the office of social services. She told him she’d found him a family that he was going to stay with. He had simply shrugged and nodded. He really didn’t care where he was going to be staying. Had he know what was in store for him though… he might have thought twice it. Hmm… the beauty of hindsight huh?
He looked at the notepad as the girl told him she was working on some history paper that had to be finished next week. He remembered the teacher telling him something about that. Ah well… he would just jump of that bridge whenever he’d get to it. He wouldn’t too much trouble with it anyway. He raised an eyebrow “why are you already working on it?” he asked since it had to be finished next week, but then she answered that question. He himself believed in postponing and procrastinating… he performed best under pressure, besides, between school, the chores, getting his ass kicked, and that woman … he just didn’t have the energy to really ‘buckle down’ and actually do a lot of school work, besides, he usually got A plusses anyway, so he didn’t need to do much.
“And yeah, I was in class with you this morning. You answer was pretty funny by the way" the girl chuckled.
The boy smiled slightly “It’s a gift” he shrugged throwing away his cigarette-butt “Nice to meet you too sweetheart” he said “How’s the paper coming?” he asked “what is it about?” he then added. Maybe he could try and form some ideas as to what he was even supposed to do for this assignment. The blonde boy sighed inwardly. He shouldn’t do this. Befriend this naïve girl. It might end up with her getting dragged into the danger that was his life. Well.. that would just have to wait till later. He couldn’t very well just sent her away now could he?
“So, what do you do for fun around here?” he asked curious. He needed to know where things went down here, so he could get a hold of the necessary supplies… and well… he could use a drink. ===================
They are absolutely fine! hope mine are too?? How were your classes?
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