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Post by Marina on May 15, 2009 21:03:54 GMT 1
Zarha glanced around at the empty courtyards. Not much. There weren't even any windows on this side of the school, which made it even easier to escape. No locks either. Well, there were some, but ones that could be quite easily picked by a single hair clip that was tucked safely in her long black hair.
Smirking, she turned back to James then nodded.
"We should take her back, first, though.." she whispered, glancing around one more time before following him.
The little girl seemed so helpless, like she wanted to grow old like James and become as he was. She shrugged off a shivering feeling that made her feel like something wrong. Nothing was wrong, it was too regular for this broken down city.
But Zarha still stared after the tiny girl that skipped in front of them, almost piting her.
Then she thought of how when she was young, foolish, but young.
Yawning, she tried to put the thought away, but couldn't.
Zarha remembered her mother's soft voice in her ear...
"Good night, sweetheart"
or "good morning, hun"
or
"good job, Zar. You're amazing"
And she remembered her father's cheers at the TV when his favorite baseball team won a game. She recalled him having a fuzzy five o clock shadow and how his lips were dry yet smooth at the same time when he kissed her cheek. Smiling slightly, she turned back to the other two and waited.
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Post by loekie on May 17, 2009 0:12:09 GMT 1
The blonde smiled as he watched the little girl stopped and waited for them and then he saw Zahra look around. Probably scared to get in trouble. Eventually though, she rose to her feet and whispered that they should get the little girl back to school first. James nodded “That’s the plan” he smiled and walked up to the waiting girl and then walked her back to school where the girl’s teacher came up to him, frantic and panic evident in her eyes. She had already been looking for the girl… James talked to her for a while apologizing. It wasn’t long till he was finished and he rejoined his new class-mate.
“How about we go grab something to eat?” he asked as he walked down the street and into the center of town. He was bored, and well, was looking for some entertainment. The blonde remembered how in their last place he’d been able to get a free meal from the local waitress who had seemed very taken with his ‘Southern charm’. The blonde had found it rather amusing. It had nothing to do with charm, people, and women in general, are were easily read by the blonde. It had been his way of survival. It was necessary to be able to read his father, and then that particular trait had been needed to survive the system. He watched Zarha as she followed them and seemed to be deep in thought. The girl seemed troubled and he wondered if she was going to tell him. He sighed inwardly.. this might not have been such a good idea. Ah well… he’d just deal with whatever would be thrown his way.
The blonde’s phone then rang and he sighed taking it out of his pocket “Yeah?” he answered annoyed. He figured out who it was, and was in no mood for this crap.
“Jamie… good I finally caught you” an all to familiar voice sounded. James closed his eyes sighing inwardly “Ben... wadda ya want?” he asked running a hand through his hair. There was huffing on the other side “what do I want? A Mansion near the sea… couple of girls to fuck, you know the usual, but in order to one day achieve that, I do need to get paid” he responded before turning serious and his voice took on a threatening tone
“Cute kid though…” he let that linger “Shame if something were to happen to the little one”
The blonde frowned looking around trying to see if he could find out the other’s location, as apparently he was watching them. He knew exactly what he was aiming at. The bastard was here? He gave a bored sigh like he hadn’t got enough to deal with. Then he turned back to conversation at hand. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Forget it Ben, you leave her the fuck alone” he hissed into the phone “you’ll get your money, tomorrow, as we had previously agreed” he told the man on the other side. “I better James… I better” he threatened and then the line went dead. The blond stuffed the device back in his pocket as he stared ahead blankly. How was he going to get his hands on the needed cash? He’d just have to dig into his emergency fund. He couldn’t let Shana get hurt because of his stupidity, because the southerner had no doubt the other man would make good on his threat and he’d be damned if he was going to let that happen.
He then turned to his companion “Sorry about that” he apologized as he walked into a small diner where he figured they could have some lunch. He knew he would be alright… as always, he’d get himself out of this mess, as always. How on earth did he get himself into these messes? It seemed that the phrase being ‘one’s own worst enemy’ would be in place here.
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Post by Marina on May 22, 2009 21:03:58 GMT 1
((ugh. i'm finally back; i had some exams and crap i had to focus on, but their over, so...hullo.  ) Zarha pushed a strand of black hair out of her eyes as she watched him usher the little petit girl back to the school. When the girl was gone, she gave in a breath and followed James. When he asked her if they wanted to go get something to eat, she let out the sigh slowly then paused in a long thought. Did she know if she could trust him? After all, he was a delinquent. But she was too, technically. Huffing a sigh of confusion, she looked back to him, her misty blue eyes glittering in the afternoon sun. When she was about to answer him, his cell phone wrang, and he began to muster words into the phone and she looked out at the sky as he spoke. The way the sun was perched over their heads singaled it was around noon, maybe a bit later in the hour... 12:50? Anyway, what did it matter now. It was too pointless to keep track of time when she had nothing better to do. Her dog could fend for itself, easily. Her...hut was safe. SHE was safe. ...Hopefully... When James clicked his phone shut, she looked up, her eyes changing back to a dim misty blue and she smiled a small glittering smile. "Something to be eat would be good," she finally replied as they headed for the small diner on the corner of the street. When they walked in, she shrugged and smiled again. "'S okay." There was a gurgling sound coming from her stomach. She just then relalized how hungry she really was. |
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Post by loekie on May 24, 2009 22:54:48 GMT 1
(sooooo sorry, but i've just been swamped with work... I will reply tomorrow though, I promise...))
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Post by Marina on May 24, 2009 22:59:04 GMT 1
((That's fine. Me too...well, a bit. I have a lot of "spring cleaning" to continue with, so, yeah........Alright. Tomorrow's fine.))  |
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Post by loekie on May 25, 2009 20:32:15 GMT 1
James turned to the girl as she answered that something to eat would be good. He smiled and they sat down. He handed her one of the menu as a waitress came up to them asking if they’d like something to drink. He ordered a beer. The woman gave him a skeptical look. The blonde boy simply sent her a winning smile and she smiled shaking her head as she turned her attention to catch what her other customer wanted to drink. The blonde leant back in his seat as he quickly scanned the menu. He really wasn’t very hungry. Never was really… but hey, he needed to eat to be able to survive whatever was thrown at him. He just whished things could be easy. That they, for just a while even, would leave him the hell alone, but ever since he had first stepped foot in that house he had known that wasn’t to be. He patiently waited for his drink and watched the girl across from him.
“Know what you want to eat yet?” he asked as he looked up from his menu.
When the boy looked out through the window. The streets were mostly empty except for the odd passerby. He frowned when a policeman walked by talking into his phone. He was glad though when the guy simply turned a corner. James remembered his first experience with the cops. He shook his head ever so slightly. The boy knew it was of no use to think of these things. He needed just wanted it to be forgotten. He closed his eyes. Things really had changed. So yeah, the boy’s life had never lead an easy life. His father had been a hard man, but at least his mother had loved him. He remembered how she would always take him to the park with it’s little playground whenever his father had had an outburst. It always made him happy. He loved the slides and swing, and just simply the freedom to smile, laugh and run around blowing of steam.
His mother had always sat on the bench watching with a huge smile on her face and he had always thought she enjoyed it just as much as he did, even though he could never figure out why. What could be fun when she wasn’t even playing herself? Later he had concluded that she had simply loved seeing him happy.
He smiled inwardly at the memory. Yeah… his mother had been ever so sweet. Naïve and not too bright… but oh so sweet. The eight year old had come home from school once and he opened the door “I’m home” he called into the empty house. He frowned as he made his way further into the small living room.
“Honey?” his mother’s voice now came from upstairs as there was some stumbling up in the master bedroom.
The boy’s face lit up and he smile running towards the stair “Hey mommy” he greeted as she now made her way downstairs hugging him when a man appeared from the bedroom. Then guy had been a stranger and the youngsters had wondered what he had been doing upstairs. The man moved down the stairs and ruffled his hair smiling down at him “Hey sport, had a good day at school?” he asked. James had tilted his head but smiled politely “Yes sir…” he had answered. He didn’t like the guy. Something just wasn’t right. His mother however had seemed so happy and had introduced the man as a friend of his parents, so he had just figured he was wrong. The man had left soon after and his mother had taken him into the kitchen where she poured him a lemonade and handed him a cookie. The blonde woman had ruffled her sons hair “Everything is going to be different now” she smiled and the young boy simply smiled back.
If only he had know how right his mother had been, just in a completely different way then she could have ever imagined.
Oh how he whished he had listened to his first instincts. Maybe he could have warned his mother and everything could have been avoided. He realized how stupid that was and that they probably would not have listened to him anyway. besides, what’s done is done. One could not change the past and so it was a dangerous game to think about it too much. He ran a hand through his hair and simply waited as the waitress returned with their drinks and he ordered his food waiting for the girl to do the same as he took a drink from his beer leaning back in his seat as he lit another cigarette.
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Post by Marina on May 26, 2009 19:33:51 GMT 1
Zarha watched the blonde order his drink.
She paused for what seemed quite a while as she contemplated what she would order. She WAS hungry; indeed, that was true. But she was also very bored, and wished for this day to be different than any other. So far it was, but nothing really life changing happened. Not yet.
Not how it had when her family just drifted away from her.
She wasn't holding on hard enough.
Hold tightly to the things you love, your dreams, her father had once told her.
Zarha felt tears well up beind her eyes, but her pupils stayed dry, and she blinked once and the sensation was gone.
Sighing, she looked up at the waitress and ordered a water (for now) and a sandwich.
She rubbed her hands together, glancing down at her feet. Her feet were still bare; she had left her shoes back by the tree. But she shrugged and sat crisscross, as to warm her numb toes.
She looked back to James then, her eyes flickering.
"So..."
she trailed off for a moment, not sure what to add at this point. So far the most they had had was silence and thoughts, and though they had just met, she wished she could talk more about her feelings.
Her...emotions fell on her like a hard block, but she was known to hold them back quite easily.
Zarha rubbed her eyes and glanced out the window when the waitress returned with her plate of food and his beer.
She sipped her water and smiled and nodded a thanks as the waitress walked away. Then she thought some more as she took a bite of the crispy sandwich. She felt out of place in the small pub. All the other costumers there were much older, swigging beers and cocktails, while she sat there in a miniskort and baggy t-shirt, barefoot, sipping her mirky water.
Then she looked back up at the blonde boy once again, trying to smile.
"Where do you live? In town?"
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Post by vampiressmarina on May 26, 2009 20:49:26 GMT 1
((hello. it's still Marina here; I just made an account on here so it could be easier. *grins* Just letting you know.))
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Post by loekie on May 26, 2009 21:57:15 GMT 1
((Awsome!! sorry posting's taking so long... ))
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Post by loekie on May 26, 2009 22:37:20 GMT 1
He looked up as their food came. He took a bite from his sandwich and looked at the girl. Was she about to cry, or had that just been his imagination. He shrugged it of, if something was wrong, and she wanted to talk about he figured she would. When she spoke though, he could sense she was trying to maybe talk about something. Maybe something really was bothering her? He sighed inwardly. He had never felt the need to talk about his feelings or emotions and he had become oh so good at hiding everything inside, just the way he liked it. There had however been the odd person that had tried to get him to ‘open up’ and trust them. He had simply scoffed and told them to blow it out their ass.
He had learned that trust was for the dumb and weak. Not that he cared. He’d be fine on his own. He smirked inwardly no knowing why he was lying to himself. The blonde looked up as she asked him a question.
“Yep” he answered “We moved here a week ago” he replied “what about you?” he then asked finishing his beer. He really rather have something stronger, but then again, getting wasted this early in the day was probably not such a good idea. He took another bite from his food looking around the place. Most of the customers were much older but well.. it didn’t bother him. He watched the girl and now realized she was barefoot. How on earth had he missed that? She must have left her shoes at school, or so he thought. The blonde boy looked at the girl. Should he try and help her? He wasn’t sure he’d go about it, but he had given it a shot with Shana and it seemed to have worked. How, he still had no idea, but he who cared anyway. He watched for a few more seconds before he spoke again
“Have you lived here long?” he asked. Well, he could hardly stared getting into the deep stuff. Besides, he had a feeling that if she really wanted to talk to someone she would when she thought the time was right. It wasn’t his concern anyway and maybe he should just leave her alone. He really did not have the best influence on people and well he did not want to steer the girl the wrong way. The blonde sighed inwardly. and he leaned back in his seat.
The boy though about what would happen when he got back home. He would be expected to have the house cleaned and diner on the table before the guy came home. As soon as the guy would walk through the door though, he’d get his ass kicked and spent the rest of the night in his room. Not tonight though. He was sick and tired of it and so he’d ‘break free’ and simply do whatever he wanted, no matter how much trouble that would cost him. He was used to it and he hardly even felt the pain anymore. The blonde was glad the little girl had made some new friends and that she seemed rather happy. It was one of the bright spots for him.
James finished his food and his mind wandered once again. He had not understood how his mother could just leave him like that. He could not understand how someone could simply disappear like that. How they could just stuff her under the ground and leave her like that… it didn’t seem right and he had really not want to leave the grave and it wasn’t until one of his uncles put a firm hand on his shoulder and forced him to walk away. He had not had the energy to protest and had simply given one last glance at the grave before the woman from DCF took him with her and told him she had found him a family. He had simply nodded and kept quiet. If he had known what was in store for him, he might have done something else. Ah .. the beauty of hindsight huh?
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((sooo sorry this is soo crap.. but I wanted to get something out before I had to leave…))
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Post by vampiressmarina on May 27, 2009 22:40:42 GMT 1
(('s okay.)) ------- Zarha inhaled deeply as he spoke. She watched his face intently; hopefully he didn't think of her as a weakling. She hated it when people thought of her that way. They had thought that of her mother long ago, and she wasn't about to bring that beaten up tredged gene back up again now. Letting out her sigh, she answered, "Well...sorta. I moved here from....well, a more richer city a few hours away from here....kinda..." She trailed off, not knowing how she could explain herself too quickly, --trusting him at all could be a wrong-doing,-- and she took another bite of her sandwich and a sip of water. Zarha glanced around the now half-empty pub and sighed again. The tears were gone, and this time she felt her tear ducts dry, and she blinked away the raw feeling once more. It wasn't that she was nervous around the blonde, yet she was more intimidated at the fact that she had never really told anyone her secrets before. Then she yawned and stretched slightly, still puzzled over why she was there in the first place. Then, it occured to her. "Do you get bored easily?" she suddenly asked, leaning in. It was somewhat a stupid question, but she was curious. "I do," she added with a shrug, "This town is just so....dull." She shrugged again with a small smirk, and glanced around at the others again. One of the old men gave her a dirty look, and she scoffed and looked away quickly, her black hair flicking in an almost sassy way. Then her blue eyes glittered as she smiled slightly at James. ((sorry, but now I have to go)) |
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Post by loekie on May 29, 2009 2:08:55 GMT 1
James leaned back in his seat the blonde kept his gaze on the girl as she answered him he nodded “Far from here?” he asked as he followed her glance around the room. He knew she didn’t trust him yet, and honestly, there was no-one he really trusted… never had been, especially after his mother… he had just never really known someone he could trust, and truth be told that was just fine with him. It really was. had handled everything else alone, so this would be no different. Besides, it would be better for the girl to not trust him. He knew these people were right, that somehow they had just known. He was lazy, a scoundrel, and, well, a screw-up in general and so it wouldn’t pay for her to him to even try and help the girl, and that could only end up bad for her.
He would not worry about that now, since well, she probably never would ask him anyway. The blonde southerner wondered things might have been if things hadn’t… well.. gotten so screwed up. He remembered one time, after his father had hit him with a belt, he’d come into his room the other day and had sat near the bed of the still sleeping child, unsure what he should do. how did one apologize for something like that? He hadn’t even known what had gotten into him and he knew that for some reason he was unable to control it. The youngster had opened his eyes and had been rather confused and just a little scared at seeing his father there. He had sat up and his big sea colored eyes were on the bigger man in hope.
“Son…” his father started “I just… I need to talk to you” he stated and sat down next to the small child on the bed. Maybe things would be different now…
“Okay” he had simply answered and his father had taken a deep breath before looking at the boy.
“I’m sorry” he had whispered and it had surprised the little boy at how little this man looked like the angry big guy that he had been the other day. He could still feel the pain, but honestly he did not care about that. The eight year old had even made a vow with himself that he was to never ever cry ever again.
“It’s alright daddy” he had apprehensively. It had not been the first time his father had had to apologize but, for some reason it felt good. It almost felt as if it was entirely his own fault.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the girl’s voice “Do you get bored easily?” she asked out of the blue and the boy raised an eyebrow “I do” she continued “This town is just so… dull” she finished and he chuckled “You’re a real firecracker aren’t ya sweetheart?” he commented but shrugged “yeah, I have a tendency to get bore easily” he answered her question. Understatement. Since well, the blonde bore real easily. He had his own ways of dealing with that thought “And what, sweetheart, have you found to help relieve this boredom” he asked and frowned as she started on the dullness of the town “How about we liven things up then?” he suggested a mischievous sparkle in his intense eyes.
This might turn out to be a pretty good day after all. Ditching school was always fun, and now he would just have to think about what he was going to do with the rest of the day. He was not going back to school, that’s for sure. He’d come up with a plausible excuse, if necessary so he wasn’t worried at all as he watched the girl’s reaction.
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((so sorry I didnt' reply earlier, but I just got busy and all... sorry if it sucks, but it's really late and I was tired, so yah, I apologize...))
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Post by vampiressmarina on May 29, 2009 21:16:06 GMT 1
((that's okay))
Zarha sighed and rolled her shoulders back. She cracked her neck twice as he spoke before she replied.
"Firecracker?" she snorted but smiled at his southern accent. "I suppose...Y' know, I guess I am....when I was young, my father used to call me his little jumping bean..." she trailed off in thought.
She remembered the times she would come home from school and see her mother sitting on the couch, and her father came home later in the day with a depressed look. She would cheer him up by hugging his knees and saying "c'mon daddy, lets go get iceream"
When he would shake his head slowly, she'd stand up and giggle. "I'm in the mood for yogurt covered pretzels!"
She would run around in circles until her father would finally smile and pick her up and wiggle her nose.
"You're my little jumping bean, Zar. Love you dearly...you're..."
and he'd trail off about how much he loved her.
Zarha looked back up at him suddenly, her crystalic blue eyes shimmering. "Hmm...where should we be off to?" she asked back with a bright smile as she began to stand up and finished off her sandwich and water. She pushed a loose strand of long black hair behind her ear and smiled.
Then she tiptoed out of the table and looked at him and waited. She wandered her hands around in her pockets, looking for change. Only finding 50 cents, she sighed and left the two quarters on the table as a tip.
When she did, the lady behind the counter's eyes widened as she slipped the change into her pocket and smiled. She nodded in thanks as Zarha headed for the door, James following close behind her.
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Post by loekie on May 29, 2009 23:47:44 GMT 1
James smiled at the girl as she told him about how her father used to call her his little jumping bean. He could just see it now… the little girl jumping up and down and dancing around her father, him smiling down at her lovingly. He had never really been a rambunctious boy, sure he had his moments when his mother took him to the park or playground or something, but usually he was quit the contrary. He had pretty much always been the quiet one, reading, observing and analyzing everything. He knew his mother had often worried that it wasn’t really normal. He had never understood. He’d been happy, so what did it matter?
Now he was a loudmouthed, cocky teen that got into fights and all sorts of other trouble, but honestly he was happiest when he was lounging on a comfortable couch with a beer, book and cigarette. If that was abnormal, sue him. He did not miss her trail of at the end of her talk about her father. He figured something must have happened… maybe the guy died? Maybe that was why she was even here. Should he ask her? Get her to talk to him? Her crystal blue eyes on his stormy oceanic ones asking where they should be of too. He yawned slightly as he fished out some money and paid for their food and drinks following the girl’s example and rising to his feet thinking of what they could do. The girl put down 50 cents maybe for tip? He didn’t know and something told him the girl needed help more urgently then he had previously thought. The blonde boy however refrained from saying anything at the moment.
He thought about where to go…He wanted to have some fun… he just hadn’t really been able to find out where that was to be had in this town. He walked out into the sunshine and turned to the girl “How about we go and find some trouble downtown?” he suggested as he walked down the street unsure of where to go. Maybe there was something like an arcade or something? He had spent most his school hours in one of the arcade’s back in his last place. Not so much for the dumb games they had there, but just to escape school and those moronic teachers. Really didn’t they have anything better to do then to try and fill their brains with useless crap. he just couldn’t even pretend to care. He really did not understand how he was able to pass let alone be in the top of his class. Mind you, he wasn’t complaining.
“What do you like to do?” he asked turning his head to towards the dark-haired girl. He didn’t know the first thing about girls, accept how to get them in the sack. That, he had found, with some bravado, was rather easy. It helped when you knew what you were doing of course. He sighed inwardly as unwanted memories were threatening to replay themselves in his mind. Something he refused to give into. He closed his eyes for a second thinking of his father and how the man had hated weakness. He hadn’t broken his own vow though. he’d been 7 years when he’d last cried.
He looked at the girl curious as to what she would come up with.
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Post by vampiressmarina on May 30, 2009 14:12:24 GMT 1
Zarha inhaled deeply, then let it out slowly and quietly.
She watched him lay the cash on the table and blinked once. She thought she was going to tear up when she had just spoke of her father. But she didn't.
Not even the slightest tear.
Maybe her tear ducts were all dried out.
Had been used too many times.
Shrugging and sighing, she followed him out the door and watched him speak again. Downtown? She gazed out down the street, then looked back at the school. It looked dead, and frankly, she hated the place. It wasn't like she could afford it anymore. She mine as well just drop out all together, and have her "parents" tell them otherwise. It would help her a lot.
"Trouble....hmm...like what? I don't care what we do, as long as it gets me away from this dull boring area!"
She cracked her neck twice before walking on, him next to her.
She looked up at the sky a few times. There were two birds circling themselves overhead, and to her, it looked beautiful in the clear afternoon sky. But she could tell by the way the sun was positioned, that it was way passed noon. Maybe even around three. Four? FIVE?
The school looked as if it had been empty, so she wasn't sure.
But she continued to walk. Slowly, but fluently.
When he asked her what she likes to do, Zarha stifled a yawn and looked up at him with a small smile.
"Well..." she paused for a moment, in thought and tapping her chin, "I like to read, draw, go on adventures and I believe when I was little, I liked to run around in our woods we had in our backyard. She smiled at the thought, then shrugged. "But I also like to climb trees." She giggled slightly and suddenly ran up into a tree, hanging from one of the branches and kicking her feet. She laughed once then dropped to the ground, landing flat on her feet.
Her smile was bright and twinkling as she walked back towards James then shrugged again.
"I guess I really am a firecracker."
Zarha didn't mind if she came off as a five year old to him, because she had many sides. Two of those, included being five years old, and the other being to skip school and do anything she damn well pleased.
As her blue eyes shimmered once more, she waited for his response.
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