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Post by loekie on Mar 8, 2009 21:49:15 GMT 1
He hun, how are ya??
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 8, 2009 21:51:47 GMT 1
I'm good. *smiles*
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Post by loekie on Mar 8, 2009 21:53:53 GMT 1
That's good! *smiles*
you want to keep the RP HP based, or do you want it to take place in the 'normal' world
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 8, 2009 21:54:50 GMT 1
how about the normal world. I'm kinda getting bored of HP.
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Post by loekie on Mar 8, 2009 21:58:24 GMT 1
Fine with me! Okay... so How about James is a new student in the highschool Jacob is going to?
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 8, 2009 21:59:04 GMT 1
Great! shall I start or you?
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Post by loekie on Mar 8, 2009 22:00:58 GMT 1
I'll dust of a starter
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 8, 2009 22:02:00 GMT 1
okay
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Post by loekie on Mar 8, 2009 22:20:10 GMT 1
I hope you don't mind... I've made it foster-care in stead of his uncle....
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Post by loekie on Mar 8, 2009 22:22:39 GMT 1
*Beep Beep beep*
An arm shot out from under the cover knocking the blasted thing to the floor. There was a groan and a blonde head now appeared from under the covers as well. A young teen rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat up running a hand through his longish blonde hair.
“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, took a quick shower and got ready for the day ahead. 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, but he just whished he could spare it the new arrival. A small seven year old girl smiled broadly as she saw the tall teen walk in. 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. 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?”
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. 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. Marvellous. 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 instead of class. The older man smiled slightly and shook his head as he walked over to the blonde’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 relationship between the countries were already strained because of the new imperialism. When the crown prince of Austro-Hungary 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 really hated transferring school. His whole body still ached from the beating he had received the night he had left he last place. So yeah, he had taken a neighbor’s car with a few friends in drunken bravado and had taken it for a joy-ride. 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 get 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.
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 8, 2009 22:46:36 GMT 1
Jacob's eyes fluttered open as the dull sunlight filtered in through the clear glass windows. He groaned silently and let his eyelids close again. He wrapped his arms around the white, fluffy pillow and licked his lips. Hotel rooms were so great. You didn't have to worry about pesky alarms or parents calling for you to get up. You could just relax. Jacob yawned quietly and opened his eyes again and waited for them to focus. The white walls of the small room were dull compared to the other hideous rooms he's stayed in, but it would do for now. He glanced at the clock, his face still buried in the pillow, and groaned again as he saw the time. School had started an hour ago.
"Great." He mumbled and pushed himself off of the white sheets. He stood up on the cold wooden floor and winced. His arm still hurt tremendously from the night before at that lousy bar. He rolled his shoulder and grabbed his towel before retreating to the bathroom to take his morning shower. Jacob wasn't in much of a rush since his teachers already knew that he was going to be late. He was always late and the principle never seemed to mind. Maybe it was the whole being-an-orphan deal that made everything he did seem like such a cute thing. He dressed in his usual attire, a black t-shirt with a blue canvas jacket and blue, holey jeans. He grabbed his backpack and his keys and left the hotel room. His '67 Chevy Impala sat waiting in the parking lot, its black glossy paint job glittered in the morning sunlight. A smile lighted up Jacob's lips. He was always happy to see his car. He quickly got in and started the ignition.
"It's going to be a long day." He sighed to himself as he drove down the nearly empty road. The other drivers were mostly old women going to discount stores. Jacob pulled into the school's parking lot and watched as the other students hurried to their next classes while Jacob took his sweet time. He pulled his black backpack over his shoulder and walked slowly towards the front office as he stuffed the keys of his car into his pocket. The secretary looked up at him and smiled.
"Late again Jacob?" Even in the way she said it, you could tell that she was going to let him off as always.
"Yep." He smiled back, rubbing his forehead.
"Let me get you a pass." She quickly reached under the counter and pulled up a small yellow slip.
"Thanks." Jacob flashed her a heart-breaking smile and took the pass after she finished writing it.
"Have a good day!"
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Post by loekie on Mar 8, 2009 23:27:38 GMT 1
James sighed as turned a page of his book. The blonde sighed as he lit a new cigarette. He’d have to go find something better tonight. He smirked thinking about a night a few weeks ago before they had moved. It had totally been worth the trip to the hospital after the asswhooping he’d received over it. Yeah.. It had been an amazing night with a none to pleasant morning..
Flashback
here was pounding on his door. The boy thought about ignoring it, but he knew that was a dangerous game. He sighed sitting up, swinging his legs from under the covers… god did his head hurt… He’d bit the dust last night once again… The blonde thought about the morning a few
“Whadda you want?” he retorted running a hand through his longish hair.
“You unlock this door boy.. or I’ll break it down” a male voice sounded and the blonde sighed slowly making his way to the door unlocking it. When he reached for the doorknob the door swung open hitting him in the wrist. He didn’t flinch though and just stared daggers at the big guy before him
“Yeah?” he questioned, but was cut of by a punch in the face that split his lip. The boy simply turned his head back and narrowed his stormy sea-colored eyes “ya done?” he asked raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t long though before he was dragged of down the stares into the small living room.
“Trust me Jamie, we aint done by a long shot” the man responded and the boy sighed.. he was just soo tired of the man’s anger… damn… he had his own ‘Ford temper’ to deal with. He just sighed “Mind telling me what this is all about?” the teen asked.
“The police called this morning…” the man started meaningfully. James just kept his expression blank. “Well boy, aint ya got something to say ta me?” he asked but the boy just shrugged “Whadda ya want me to say?” he asked. The older man huffed “Tell me what ya did?” he demanded. The blonde sighed “I didn’t do nothin’” he defended himself but the man would have none of it.
“Oh really?” the man now closed the space between them “They said you and yer friends were out joyriding last night, you in particular, all liquored up..” he stated smacking the boy before him in the face once again.
“So?” the blonde smirked. What did he care? It had been an amazing night… booze.. and well.. other stuff, one after all, had to experiment right? The care thing hadn’t even been his idea… There had been a lexus parked near where they hung out, and one of his friends had wanted to see what it was like to drive one… and my… they had. He knew he was going to pay for it now though, but h*ll had it been worth it… ---------------
The blonde teen shook his head turning another page before his mind wondered. He thought about that one fateful night. He’d been awoken by pounding and yelling at the front-door and his mother stood at his bed.
“Quick get under the bed.. He’ll think you’re still with your grandparents. Come on now… A young 8 year old blonde, still sleep drunken had nodded.
“I love you sweetie” she had smiled and he had returned her smile even though his heart had filled with dread.
“I love you too mommy” he had whispered before she ushered him to get under the bed. She herself had gone down-stairs and there had been yelling, screaming and crying… and then there had been a loud pang, and the sound of something rather heavy slumped to the floor. Then there had been footsteps on the stairs and into the room. Then there was a heavy weight on the bed and another pang sounded. The tiny blonde had pressed himself completely against the far wall frightened.
That’s how he had ended up at this great foster-family of his. Not that DCF really gave a damn. They had just classed him as a troubled teen, a ‘rebel without a cause’ but truthfully. The blonde just didn’t care. His life was a fucking joke… Nothing to gain. Annoying teachers though, was fun, even more because usually they just had to give him and A+ anyway, because, well, it all just seemed to come easy to him. He looked around. Maybe he should go in search of his next class? He checked his watch. Hmm.. well.. he rose to his feet and threw away his cigarette-but as he re-entered the school and went in search of the right class-room.
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 8, 2009 23:54:41 GMT 1
Jacob walked slowly to his next class, smiling at the pretty girls who walked passed, and daring to pull out his cell phone and add their numbers into it. Once again, the teachers didn't care about what he did at this school. They knew he wouldn't cause any real trouble to them. Jacob stepped into the quiet class. Only a couple kids sat in the blue chairs that stood behind the large wooden tables, and he was glad. He hated when everyone came to this class. Then you would have the idiots who thought they were so funny and totally pissed Jacob off. He slid into the chair at the far end of the room and dropped his light backpack by his side. Ah, Art. You got to do anything in this class, even if you weren't a poor helpless orphan. As long as you got the project in on time, everything was perfect. Jacob pulled out his iPod, which he had bought with one of 'his' credit cards, and put the head phones over his ears. The rock music flowed in his head, almost lulling himself to sleep when he remembered the song. The painful, dreadful song. He winced and pulled the headphones off before throwing them on the table. Some of the other students looked back, rather bored since they were used to his behavior, before returning to the front. The bell rang loudly, but the sound did not meet Jacob's ears as his heart thudded in his chest. _____________________________________________________ "Come on Jake, we have to go!" Mrs. Don pleaded, chuckling as she did so. Young Jacob shook his head no, a wide grin on his boyish face, and shook the jacket off of him.
"I don't wanna go!" He cooed. Mrs. Don giggled and threw her head back, her long curly brown hair shaking as she laughed.
"Sweetie, dad wants to take you to the shop. You know you love all those old cars he has there." she muttered, brushing a lock of hair out of Jacob's blue eyes. He shook his head again and kicked his legs in front of him, the sneakers falling off quickly. Mrs. Don scoffed playfully and picked them back up.
"I want ice cream!" Jacob squealed happily, jumping off the bed. Mrs. Don caught him by the arm and pulled him back into a big hug.
"Your dad will get you ice cream if you go." She hummed in his ear as she rocked them both. Jacob gasped in excitement and pushed himself away from her.
"Really!" He jumped up and down. Mrs. Don's smile widened on her beautiful face.
"Really. Now let's get your shoes on so you can get some rocky road." She playfully pushed him back on the bed and quickly pulled the sneakers over his small feet. They walked together down the hall, hand in hand, until they reached where Jacob's tall and handsome father stood by the door.
"Ice cream!" Jacob shouted as he let go of his mother's hand and rushed foreword. Mr. Don caught his son in his arms and pulled him up.
"We'll get ice cream after we check out the Impala, okay?" Mr. Don chuckled as he put Jacob back on the ground and opened the door.
"Okay!" Jacob ran out of the door and all the way to the old Mustang that sat in the driveway. Mr. Don was quickly behind him and unlocked the door.
"Jump in." He said and Jacob obeyed before pulling the seat belt over himself. Mr. Don went around and jumped into the driver's seat, his old leather jacket crinkling as he did so. "How about some tunes?" He teased his youngster. Jacob nodded excitedly and the smooth rock music filtered in through the old car. _____________________________________________________ "You alright?" Mrs. Par, the art teacher asked as she came around to check out everyone's artwork. Jacob jumped slightly and gulped.
"Yeah." He muttered grabbing his iPod and pushing it back into his backpack.
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Post by loekie on Mar 9, 2009 1:24:55 GMT 1
James smirked as he had found the room he was looking for. Art, apparently. He shook his head walking into the room. He sat in one of the chairs leaning back, taking out the book he was reading. He really couldn’t be bothered with these things. He lazily turned a page as the guy next to him apparently got bored as well and had started listening to his I-pod. He smirked inwardly as soon enough the earphones were thrown on the desk. He spared the boy beside him a glance before getting back to his book. Damn that guy needed to learn to control himself. Sure he himself had his own Ford temper to deal with… but no-one ever had caught a glimpse of it. He had never lost control over his emotions or let it show.
Even at the funeral where the then small 8 year old had stood between relatives and friends of his parents staring at the open graves that would soon be holding the awaiting caskets. He had just stood there, staring ahead blankly never once batting an eye. It didn’t matter anyway. He had soon learned crying never got you anywhere. When they had left the graveyard a woman of social services had come to talk to him She had told him that she had found him a good place and he had once again simply shrugged and nodded. Had he known how it was going to be playing out, he might have acted differently. The beauty of hind-site eh? The blonde boy ran a hand through his hair turning his attention back to his book. When the teacher walked by asking the other boy if he was alright. The boy muttered a reply that defiantly stated otherwise, and once again James wondered how people let on things so easily. It had taking eight years countless trips to the hospital before someone had finally asked him some questions. It had been enough for the family to move.
He leaned back in his chair flipping another page. Hey he had to do something to pass the time here hadn’t he? He just kept up his façade, his mask and therefore no-one really ever knew how he felt. Okay so all he wanted was to be left alone. Sometimes he just whished he could just give up, throw the towel in the ring and congratulate these people on their win. He didn’t consider himself suicidal though, since he would never take his own life, and would always just make as much out of life as possible. Besides now that Jana had joined their little family he couldn’t leave her there alone now could he?
He remembered one time that he had woken up with her curled up against him. He had been confused at first, but then realized he must had lost consciousness the night before and scared her shitless. Tears-stains could been seen on her cheeks and she clung to his shirt as if to life itself. When she had woken up she had squealed happily.
“James” she smiled throwing her arms around him. He had just barely been able to suppress a grimace, but hell, it felt good to have someone be nice to him again for a change.
The teacher now continued her rounds through class and when she stopped at his table she raised an eyebrow at the boy before her. Sure if the project was handed in on time, she didn’t really care what they did in class, and the project had been started a few weeks ago. So clearly this newcomer was behind.
“Mr. Ford, can I see you after class?” she asked.
The blonde shrugged without looking up from his book “Sure things teach” he southern drawl filled the room and the teacher shook her head before continuing her walk. She had seen the boys file.. fights, booze, all sorts of drugs, petty crimes, joyriding. She was going to have to keep her eye on him..
The blonde sighed inwardly. Just great. At least it could wait until after class, and he was allowed to read through the rest of it.. or well.. he would do anyway…. =================
((So sorry this took so long... I kept getting distracted..
I have to go to bed now though, since I have an early day tomorrow and it's about 1:30 am here.. I will reply tomorrow though!!
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 9, 2009 2:24:39 GMT 1
[okay. see you tomorrow!]
Jacob cleared his throat silently and pressed his clenched fist to his cheek. That was foolish. Desperately foolish. He usually never let his emotions run away with him. Not even when things were horrible. But now, out of no where, he was letting them burst through his body. Jacob let his fist fall back on the desk as he stood up, pulling off his jacket and throwing it over the back of his chair as he walked towards the cabinet at the other side of the room. He scanned the numbers on each drawer and pulled open the one labeled 'two'. His project was the one on top. Jacob pulled out the picture without looking at it and returned to his seat. He laid the portrait in front of him as he sat down and stared at the all to familiar face that smiled up at him. His breath caught in his throat.
"Great job!" Mrs. Par smiled at Jacob as she made her way back to him. He didn't look up at her but nodded. "Who is that?" she asked, leaning over his shoulder to get a better look at the picture.
"My mom." His voice was very rough, and harsh as he said the words even though he didn't want to say it like that. Mrs. Par slowly leaned away and pursed her lips. "Sorry...I just..." He rubbed his forehead and sighed.
"I understand." She smiled sweetly and patted his shoulder softly. Jacob pressed his lips together and looked back at the beautiful portrait. Mrs. Par walked off, glancing quickly at the new kid who I hadn't seen walk in. ______________________________________________________ "Hey Jacob!" One of the younger mechanic's shouted across the garage at the little boy who waved back happily. Mr. Don led Jacob over to the rusty Impala that sat near his office.
"Some day, this will be yours." Mr. Don smiled down at his young son who smiled brightly back up at him. Jacob sat on the cement floor and played with the tires of the car as his dad played underneath, fixing different parts of the great machine. Hours passed and it only felt like minuted to the little kid as he ran around, looking at all the different cars his father's employees fixed for other people. Soon they were back in the old Mustang, driving back to their house. Rain pounded against the hood and fogged up the window. Jacob traced pictures on the glass with his finger until they reached their house again.
"Ice cream?" Jacob asked, turning back to his father.
"Your mother bought some while we were gone." Mr. Don replied as he unbuckled his seat belt and Jacob's. Jacob smiled gleefully and jumped out of the car and up to the door with his father on his heels. They both stood out in the freezing rain while he tried to unlock the door. A startling scream interrupted Jacob as he splashed in the now forming puddles.
"Danielle?" Mr. Don gasped as his eyes widened. He burst through the door, "Wait here Jake!" He yelled as he ran into the dark house. Jacob stood outside, a confused stare on his face as more screamed were heard from upstairs. The door opened next door and Jacob turned, starting to get scared, to see his neighbor, a college student who recently move in, rush over, a phone pressed tp his ear. He kneeled down next to Jacob and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"What's going on?" Sam asked as he pressed the phone to his chest. Shouting sounded before Jacob could answer. Sam licked his lips and put the phone back to his ear.
"Hurry." He growled into the phone before standing back up and letting his grip of Jacob relax. Before Sam could realize it, Jacob ran into the house, worry building up into him. It was virtually dark but the thumping of a struggle from above led the small boy up the stairs and into his parents bedroom. His mother lay bleeding on the floor, her mouth and eyes wide open as she stared up at him. A dark figure across the room looked at Jacob as his father slowly fell to the floor, gurgling.
"Mom? Dad?" He whispered to himself, tears forming in his eyes. A soft chuckle escaped the figures lips before it disappeared into thin air. Sam ran up the stairs and grabbed Jacob in his arms as he saw the dead bodies on the floor. Jacob buried his face into Sam's leg and began to cry. Sam's lip twitched as he looked at the mutilated bodies.
"It's okay Jacob. It's okay..." He lied, leading the small boy out of the room. "It'll all be okay." ______________________________________________________ Jacob turned the picture over as the portrait of his beautiful mother turned into the hideous woman lying on the floor that night. He rubbed his nose quickly and tepped the table with his pencil.
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