Marina ... over here please!

[loekie]

here's the rp threat!

[Marina]

Okay!
My name is Marina, by the way, if you want to know!!
Well, if you could start with whatever charrie you want, that would be great? I am here waiting always!
(unless I have to go)

~Marina~

[loekie]

Cool...

I'm Malou
nice to meet ya

let me see... I would think maybe Faith, Malou or James would work best with Zahra........
who do you like best?

[Marina]

As I said on the other board, I think James will do well.

By the way, it might take me a while to post things at first, 'cause I have to type in a "security check", but otherwise, we'll be okay.

[loekie]

Hmm.. alright... cool...
let me dig up a starter...

would you mind if I had James stay with foster-parents instead of his uncle...?

[loekie]

*Beep Beep beep*

An arm shot out from under the cover knocking the blasted thing to the floor. Well, at least the annoying sound stopped. 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, quickly putting on some jeans and a baggy shirt, 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, He was used to it after all, 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 and he took a quick shower to get the fresh blood of off 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. 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 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 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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((here we are... I'm sorry it's soo crap... it will get better I promise...))

[loekie]

((hey hun... I´ve got to go... (it´s about 1 10 am here and I have an early day tomorrow... if you post tonight though I´ll reply tomorrow!!))

[Marina]

[[That's fine. Zarha lives by herself. But she she goes out every night either to work at a bar for money or just go rob a random store]]

Something soft, warm, and wet tickled Zarha's cheecks. Blinking, she sat up in her bed, looking on her lap face to face with big brown puppy dog eyes. Giving a small smile, she pat the small dog's head and threw her one wooly blanket off of her body. All she wore was a small nightgown.
Yawning, she sat up and tossed on her only pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. Feeling cold as well as tired due to only 2 and a half hours of sleep, she slipped into her long sleeved sweatshirt with a sigh. Her puppy Salvadore was rubbing against her ankle, and licked her bare feet.
Wiggling her toes, Zarha picked up the small creature and headed for the door. Then, she slipped her feet into her sandals and headed out the old wooden door of her small house cottage. She kissed her little pet goodbye and locked the door behind her.

Zarha's life wasn't as any other teen's would be. She lived off working at the town bar or hunting down any scrap of money she could find to take care of herself and the small dog she had found a few weeks earlier in the woods.
All of this which she had gathered just enough to pay herself for school. She had no friends, but a good enough intuition to buy herself through school. Zarha lived a lone life as a loner and usually walked to school.

Almost everyday she wasn't greeted by anybody, except once in a while, one of the teachers. She skipped lunch, sometimes skipped classes, and even went to school whenever she felt nessicary.

Holding on tightly to her books, she stepped into a random class and took a seat in the back. The class droned on for almost ever, and nothing even exciting happened. Except one boy who made a rude remark to the teacher, but that was never unusual.
It was only when she reached the outdoors of the school grounds and started climbing random trees when she heard the click of a cigarette being lighted (sp?), and a small trail of smoke drifted up to the branch where she hung. Breathing it in, she let it out and gave another sigh.
A loud one.

[loekie]

James sighed as he leaned his head back against the tree. He rubbed his temples as he blew out some more smoke. He head still pounded from where he had hit the floor last night. When was he going to learn to just keep his mouth shut? He just couldn’t help it. It was like a reflex that one would have thought would have been beaten out of him over the years. He sighed slightly closing his eyes. He was just exhausted and sick of everything.

‘Thanks a lot dad’ the blonde thought bitterly. He just didn’t know what to do. The girl, even if he could keep her from getting hurt, would be screwed for life. He had seen her tearstained face when he’d regained consciousness when that bastard had gone too far and knocked him out. She had stayed with him clutching his larger hand with both of hers’ as if to never let go. He hadn’t known what to do and had simply remained still. When she had realized he’d awoken she had given a happy squeal and thrown her arms around his neck.

“Easy there princess” he’d said with a smile and she had giggled before getting serious again. “are you alright?” she whispered her big eyes locked on his in worry. The blonde had simply smiled, ruffled her hair before nodding “fine sweetheart” he had assured her and she had nodded even if she hadn’t believed him.

He hardly called people by their names, it made things too personal and made it harder to keep them at a distance. He couldn’t risk anyone finding out his little secret now could he? He was able to handle it. he just didn’t need any help. Then other images made their way into his mind and he forced his eyes open. He was NOT being think about that. He had successfully forced that to the back of his mind for a long time now. He sighed inwardly… god did he need a drink. He had been cooped up in that place for too long and he just needed to get away from there. He would sneak out tonight and just get completely wasted. That was the idea anyway. He needed to find some new dealers as well. It wasn’t like he was an addict… he’d learned his lesson, but could one really blame the boy for wanting to just forget about everything every once in a while?

Everyone already thought he was a lost case. A trouble makes, a rebel. Social services had spent hours talking ‘sense’ into him and had then just classed him as a troubled teen. And truth be told, he figured he was. Skipping class, getting into fights, drinking and drugs, getting in trouble with the police.

He had tried though, at first, he’d tried doing as he was told ‘be a good boy’ but when one still got their ass handed to them almost daily, one soon gave up on that. And well… who wouldn’t? Besides, he just hated school. It was boring and well, quit frankly a waste of time. He was probably going to end up in a gutter anyway. He sighed, glad most teacher let things slide as he somehow did manage to pass most his classes with A+. He had no idea how, but those tests were just easy…or so the boy thought anyway.

There was a sigh from above him and he frowned narrowing his intense sea-colored eyes as he looked up. There was a girl on a branch. She had dark hair, jeans and an old shirt. He briefly wondered what her issue was. He was good at reading people, and well, it wasn’t hard to spot something was wrong with the girl. He didn’t care though. He had enough shit to deal with, without anything else added to it. He barely kept himself alive, let alone sane, and now Shana was added to his list the teen had to find a way to help her as well. He just had not figured out how yet. He still wondered why the girl had taken to him so easily though. He wasn’t any good with children. Perhaps she had simply sensed he had tried to help her. He sighed raising an eyebrow “want one sweetheart?” his southern drawl filled the air as he tilted his head slightly running a hand through his hair. He watched her seizing up her reaction.
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(okay)

[Marina]

[[Sorry if I can't be on when you are, since I believe we have different time zones.]]

For a while, Zarha was only thinking.
She didn't bother to look down under the tree where she was, due to her thoughts.

She remembered the previous evening, taking her daily trip out to the bar. That was when she worked for a few extra dollars. She would clean up the counters, work as a bartender, or even clean the bathrooms. Because no one ever knew who she was, no one ever cared. And her boss was always either too tired or too drunk to care either way.
And even at some times when she was desperate for cash and didn't want to bother robbing the nearest thrift shop, she would go up on the stage and strip dance.
Her boss and most of the other men were always pleased at this (especially when they were all drunk).
Do it even once got her more money than she expected.

This was never her dream job, but at least she had the slim body to prove herself when she did it, and it gave her extra dough when she needed it most to stay in school and feed herself.
She stood on that stage almost every Friday, just to be met with cold hard cash and flirting boys older than herself. The thought of it in her head made her cringe again. Her desperate self was too willing to do anything she needed to.
They're all a bunch of ass holes, she thought coldly, her silver eyes narrowing.

Taking in another breath of the second-hand smoke, she finally looked down from the branch where she hung from.
There was a teen probably her age sitting there carelessly, smoking a cigarette.
When he offered her one, she swung her head over so that she was up-side-down to face him, her long black hair hanging down limply.
She hadn't had a cigarette in a long time, since she first joined the "bar-workers", and usually she just sucked in the second hand whisps that all the other people let out of their dirty mouths.
It had only been a little to calm her down.

So Zarha slowly held her hand out and gave a tiny smile. One that only a short little beauty like her could posess.
"Yes, please."
When she heard his accent, one of her eyebrows cocked automatically. It was only then when she recognised his voice.
He had been the back-sasser in the History class-room.
Oh, lovely.
Another messed-up trouble maker...

Not knowing if this was going to be a good thing or not, she politely held out her hand and waited patiently, still up-side-down.

[Maarina]

[[By the way, feel free to reply any time! I saved this site to my favorites, so I can check it everyday and reply. It won't matter if you're on or not. ]]

[loekie]

The blonde boy simply waited for her to make up her mind. He thought about skipping the rest of his classes, it wasn’t like anyone would really give a damn. Never had after… he clenched his jaw slightly blocking out the memory. The girl was now upside down and facing him. He smiled as she said she wanted one. He fished his package from his bag and took out a cigarette handing it to the girl lighting it for her. He put the lighter back in his pocket and his hand touched an old piece of paper. He sighed inwardly. He was going to get that sun of a bitch… That bastard had ruined his life and he sure as hell was going to make him pay.

He wondered how things would be here. Back at their old place he’d had a couple of ‘friends’ if one could even call it that. They had just hung out together and at one point, had taking a neighbors car, driving it around all night. The teen smiled inwardly at the memory. Men had it been fun. He leaned himself back against the tree. The day after though, hadn’t been so great…

He remembered how he’d come back from school that day, sitting in his room doing some of homework… or well… trying to anyway, with the music blaring. Sure his head was throbbing from the major hangover the previous night had left him with, but hey, it drowned out the rest of the house.

“JAMES?” the doorknob to his room jiggled, James, you open this door now!”

The blonde had sighed ignoring the shouts turning up the music in defiance. He was playing a dangerous game, he knew, but he really didn’t care, but the 16 year old had been sick and tired of the man’s bad temper. He had his own ‘Ford temper’ to deal with, and with school, work on the weekends, homework and these people, his patience got tried far too much for his age.

“JAMES” came another shout.

“Whadda ya want?” the blonde asked over the music, afraid to annoy the man further.

“You unlock this door, boy, or I’ll break it down!” the man threatened.

“Leave me alone” he simply yelled back.

“James Ford, if you don’t come out now, I swear ta god you’ll regret it” the other had hissed through the door.

James sighed slightly but slowly moved from his seat turning down the music, unlocking the door. It had immediately swung open against his wrist as he had wanted to open it.

“Yeah?” he asked as he was grabbed by the shoulders and dragged down the stairs where he was slammed up against the wall receiving a punch in the face.

“Ya done?” James had asked but the guy had shook his head “Trust me Jamie, we ain’t done by a long shot”. The boy frowned “Ya mind telling me what this is all about?” he had asked. The man smirked “The police called when you were at school” he started, but the boy’s expression never once faltered. “Tell me what ya did!” the man ordered. James just shrugged “I didn’t do nothing” he replied after a warning glare from his ‘caretaker’ “They said you and yer friends were out joyridin last night, you in particular all liquored up” he answered.“And?” James shrugged earning him another punch in the face. He had payed dearly for his little adventure and had almost scared the little half to death when he had lost consciousness. She had stayed at his side until he had woken up the next day.

The blonde shook himself out of the memory. That little girl would be screwed if he were to loose it completely. He had been able to her relatively safe for now, but he wondered how long that was going to last. He closed his eyes for a second as he took a drag from his cigarette. Why did life have to be so fucking hard? He must have done something really terrible to deserve this… He cursed himself inwardly. It was of absolutely no use to just drown in self-pity… He looked back up at the girl “how’s the view up there Sheena?” he asked. The blonde just used nicknames for people as he found it easier.
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((Awesome.... I'll be on for a while yet, since I have to do this assignment for uni...
*sigh*
really no fun lol, have you maybe got yahoo messenger or something?))

[Marina]

[[Hmm...nope. Sorry, I don't. But that's fine that you're on now. Any time is usually good for me.]]

Zarha took the cigarette gladly with her lips and took in the smoke. It felt good to her as it rested on the back of her throat for a moment then released into her lungs. When she was little, she remembered being told about how dangerous smoking was, and she had listened. But no one was there to tell her no now.

She rolled the cigarette in her mouth for a few moments before sticking it in between her two fingers and jumping down off of the tree. Now, she was right-side-up, standing in front of him. He looked like a wreck.
Just another trouble teenager.
Or worse...a scandal.
But Zarha didn't seem to care. She had met a lot of bad and disgusting people in her life, and she doubted he was about to make the top of the list.

Zarha paced a few times before taking another breath in of smoke and breathed it out through her nostrils; she quite enjoyed the mix of fresh outdoor air and smoke. It was a pleasant sensation that seemed to tingle through her whole self.

Getting back to reality, she tilted her head and sat down across from him, cross-legged.
"Thanks for the smoke by the way," she said, holding up the cigarette in a jesture, "I needed it."
Then, taking her time to crack her neck and stretch her legs out she glanced around again. Everyone had poured back into the classrooms. The windows of the school were glittering with dirt specks and graphiti.
Looks like I'm skippin' classes again.

When she heard him again, she looked strait at him, her head tilted.
"Who the hell is Sheena?"
She didn't dare tell him her real name, yet, however. She wanted to see if he would tell her his first.

[loekie]

James sighed as he watched the dark-haired girl pace back and forth before she finally sat down again, thanking him for the smoke. He shrugged his shoulders “No worries sweetheart” he said. He’d just steal more when needed. He’d gotten quit crafty and inventive. He leaned his head against the tree before gazing back at her when she asked who Sheena was. He chuckled shaking his head. Well, he really did read a lot. He raised an eyebrow but then shrugged once more “Sheena is a comic book character who lives in the jungle” he smiled “always up in trees and whatnot” he shrugged. He could tell she wasn’t comfortable telling him her name yet and he smiled “I’m James” he introduced himself. He was new here and it wouldn’t hurt to at least be civil would it?

“So what’s to do around here sweetness? Where’s the party at?” he asked. He had already settled on going out tonight, not matter the cost. He just didn’t really know where to go and well, maybe the girl could help him. He saw most people had already had gone inside ‘skipping class on your first day… way to go Ford’ he scolded himself but really, he couldn’t care less. If they wanted him to attend classes, they should just make them more interesting. Okay so he was right. He would once again be seen as the ‘good for nothing’ lazy bad-boy, which would mean he’d be spending a lot of time in detention. He sighed. He had just hoped to be able to skip that fate today, and maybe he was lucky.

The girl didn’t seem all that bothered either and so he just remained seated.

James still heard the scolding voice of his social-worker. “James, you need to try harder, school has been mentioning there have been some problems and you’ve been in trouble with the police” she had said. James had narrowed his stormy sea-colored eyes at her. “Fuck that” he had grumbled in response “They don’t know nothing” he muttered. The woman sighed in frustration pretending she hadn’t heard. “It’s for you own future” she had tried again. Then young teen had looked at her in disbelieve before simply scoffing.

His own future? He had learned years ago, that he had no future, no bright one anyway, and he had made peace with that. The woman shook her head “Just be warned James, within a few years, you will be an adult and be solely responsible of your own actions. You don’t want to end up in jail now do you?” she questioned. The boy sighed, but eventually shook his head “No ma’m” he smirked unconvincingly before rising to his feet “Can I go now?” he then asked. She waved a dismissive hand “Yes you may, just please take my advise to hart” she told him. James gave a mock salute “sure thing” he threw over his shoulder as he walked through the door.

He looked at the girl before him as she seemed to look him over tilting her head. She was probably trying to seize him up. He shrugged it of and simply took another drag of his cigarette. Yep, this was going to be on long day, and he hadn’t even gone home after school yet, where his ‘chores’ would lay waiting. He had been made a glorified slave ever since he had come to that place and there was nothing he could do about it.
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((yep, although I’m going to be gone for a bit now to try and fix the assignment… I will be back before I got to bed though…))

[Maarina]

[[okay! fine with me. hope you do good on that assignment]]

Zarha watched him intently, trying to figure him out. He was quite a mysterious figure, and although she used to believe that bad-boys were morons, this particular boy struck her even as adventurous, but still as much lazy.
"Ah." The comic book comments struck Zarha as odd. She didn't look at him as a comic-reading type. But she ignored it with a simple nod.

She stopped tilting her head and sat up strait when he introduced himself.
Damn, I'm too easy to read.

Zarha smiled another cute small smile and nodded. "Nice to meet you..James. I'm Zarha."
She didn't bother holding out her hand. She wasn't that polite.
Then she took one more puff of the cigarette and lazily flicked the butt in the grass.
"Shit," she muttered to herself, standing up and taking the cigarette butt to a near by rubbish can. "I am just too nice to my homelands."

She didn't care if he heard her. Well, it was true. She loved nature and couldn't be the slight bit "bad" to it. It was all too overwhelming to her when she would try to act bad, and it would turn out to be a scam. She wasn't bad technically at all, but the way her life has been torn and threatened, she can get into the mood easily.

Zarha looked back at him as he spoke.
Sweetness?
Yes, he was definitely different. But for some strange reason, she didn't mind at all. She kind of liked him calling her 'sweetness', and his accent made her smile. She just couldn't help it.
"Party? Hah, I WISH!"
Then, she thought.
Maybe she could hook him up at the bar.
Nah. Stupid and pointless. All the other men there were old and boring. Unless she got up on the stage again...no. She would not do that two days in a row. One day a week was enough. (although she was already beginning to get used to almost completely nude).

"Hmm...I have no idea, but we should get outta here. We could get caught."
She didn't want to sound like a goody-goody, so she stood up again and added,
"Do you have any fun places to go? I am bored to hell!"