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Post by Brandon Ross on Jul 24, 2012 20:48:17 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #6ea0ac; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ YOU'LL FIND[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #6ea0ac; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]US CHASING THE SUN.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i425/xx-gorge/ross2.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #6ea0ac 5px solid;] [/style]
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #abbdc1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] first rp post. :3 [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] I ran my long tan fingers through my hair, proclaiming I was a bit flustered at the moment. Exhaling an exhausted breath, I positioned myself kicked back on top of the metal bleachers, useful for a rest for both my feet and elbow. My sea green eyes fluttered down onto the field, looking to see soccer goals set out across the short green grass.
I flinched.
Sitting up from the bleachers, I looked down at the two large white goals. Should I? A voice asked, ringing through my head. I stood up, and managed to make it to the ground, taking large steps in order to do so. Rubbing my hands together, I strolled across the neatly cut lawn, and into the locker room. Empty.
In the corner lied a red bag, which, naturally, reminded me of some retarded Santa Claus thing. I laughed silently at the thought, and strode over towards it. My fingers pulled at the draw string of the bag, dancing about until I had a secure grasp of the bloody thing. Throwing it over my shoulder, I made my way back outside, in which the sun greeted me with a scorching hello.
I threw the bag onto the field, hearing a dull thud as it made impact with the ground. I opened it up and pulled out a soccer ball. I played around with it, tossing it between my two hands. It seemed good enough. Once again, I exhaled, and walked onto the grass, tossing the soccer ball onto the earth. With the emerald grass pulling at it, it eventually came to a halt.
I stepped back from the thing, but finally ran full-on towards the soccer ball, and threw my right foot forward, using the inside of my shoe to kick the sphere into the goal. I smirked to myself, and went over to retrieve it.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 24, 2012 21:49:19 GMT -5
What if I say I'm not like the Others??
Brooke Coleman walked through campus making her way to the sports field. Her earbuds where stuffed in her ears and she was blasting 'The Pretender' by Foo Fighters. She walked as she usually did making her way up the bleachers to the 13th row.
This was normal for Brooke. She did this everyday during free period at school. She walked o this spot lost in her thoughts and music. She sat upon the cold, grey bleachers and tapped her toe to the beat.
'What if I say I'm not like the others?? What of I say I'm not just another one of Your plays. Your the Pretender. What of I say I will never Surrender?'
Brooke was so lost in the song she didn't even notice there was someone else here. Someone on the field. Even if she had noticed, she wouldn't care. No one ever spoke to her. They just went on their merry way an left Brooke alone. Which was fine.
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 24, 2012 22:19:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework I listened to the clacking of my heels on the wood floor of the gymnasium. I was headed for the soccer field, where the locker room and the track were located. My hands locked onto the door handle, swinging it open quickly. Blinding light forced my pupils to dilate into slits.
A sigh escaped my lips and I continued my walk to the locker rooms, where I would change into the clothes that were in the bag that dangled in my right hand. My walk speeded to a jog as I realized how hot it was. I could feel my naturally pale skin tanning. The locker rooms loomed in front of me, and I decided to run the rest of the distance. I heard a crack and to my horror saw that my favorite pair of heels had snapped.
Once I was in the woman's locker room, I unzipped the adidas bag and snatched up my sports clothes. I stripped down to my bra and underwear. I slipped into my shorts and my shirt. My tennies, I put on last.
Back outside, I headed to the track. I warmed up in a steady jog, stretching my arms out at the same time. I reached the track that circled the soccer field and picked up into a run. My speed was kept level and sweat barely beaded on my brow.
I caught movement in the corner of my eye and faced the center of the field, still sprinting. A handsome boy with the light whisk of vampire on him stood there, kicking a ball around.
I didn't even realize what happened next until it was too late. I felt my toes hit the pavement in a messed up way, and the ground fall from below my feet. My elbows hit the ground and I felt the skin become shreded. Knees next to hit the concrete, I winced and maybe let out a little scream. I landed curled up in teh dust, my legs sprawled and my face glued to the pavement.
"Ugh..."
I went limp and lay there to catch my breath.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 24, 2012 22:33:36 GMT -5
Your The Pretender.
Brooke's attention was averted as she saw a girl, who was obviously older than her, fall. She plowed into ground. Brooke stood, pausing the music and stuffing her phone in her hoodies pocket. She raced down the steps an jumped the fence to the soccer field.
"Are you okay?"Brooke asked. She was now standing other the girl. There was no blood so the girl looked okay, but how could she have fallen that hard and not hurt herself?? She'd face planted the asphalt. Surely she had a scratch or a bruise.
"Need help??"Brooke asked. She held her hand out for the girl to take. This girl needed help she didn't look good, though there were no obvious injuries, though you never know. |
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 24, 2012 22:41:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework I heard the child before I saw her. Light footsteps sped towards me, and I shut my eyes to drown them out. My cheeks flushed red with embarassment. I tried to move, but a furious ache crept through my body. Worst of all, I could feel my skin folding over my cuts, healing.
Uh oh..
The girl asked me a question, but it is chopping. I attempted to push myself up, to look strong. My brain pounded against my skull and my temples throbbed.
"Wha--?"
My words came in a slur of a moan and mutter. I put my hand to my head and rubbed my temple.
"Wha--?"
I tried again.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 24, 2012 22:48:01 GMT -5
I'mjust another Soul for Sale...
Brooke huffed. This was going to be harder than it looked. "Are. You. Okay??"Brooke asked making her words loud and clear.She felt like she was speaking to an elderly person. "Do.You.Need.Help??"
Now, Brooke wasn't too happy with the situation. If the girl didn't respond soon, shed just have to pick her up and carry her to the Nurse. Though, she didn't knowing she could do that...
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 24, 2012 22:57:13 GMT -5
Max didn't have many things that she had to do that day. It had been only her first day at school. The track and soccer field seemed to catch her eye. Max really did enjoy soccer. When she lived in Ireland when she was a kid, with her brothers and sisters she played just about every day. But that was a very very long time ago. It was a lot longer then anyone could ever guess at the age she looked. Because this involved her biggest secret. It would allow others to actually know the year she was born.
Finally, she reached the field and track. Max walked to the locker room and set her bag down on the ground. It was full of her soccer ball and all her clothing. She stripped down to her undercloths and slipped on her shorts and then her shirt. With her shoes on last. Max grabbed her soccer ball out of her bag and held it under get arm as she walked out to the track. Several other people where already there. One was running the track, the other was passing around a soccer ball. Turning her mind, she set the ball down and lifted it on her foot and began to juggle it.
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 24, 2012 23:00:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework Clearer words appeared in my head. I felt my face blush a deeper shade of red as I nodded anxiously.
"Yep! All good!"
I struggled to hide my healing wounds. Crossing my arms, I stood. I rocked onto my heels nervously. I bit my lower lip and shrugged.
"Guess I just.. uh... stepped weird?"
It sounded like a question. I tapped my toe on the red concrete below me. I grimaced as a delicious smell filled my nostrils, sending a shiver up and down my spine. Young blood. I sighed and tried to breathe through my mouth, but I could taste it. Rocking onto the balls of my feet now, I groaned.
"Uh... thanks for asking if I was alright! Sorry for the mix-up..?"
I turned and headed to the center of the field, taking a short cut to the bathrooms. The last of my bruises faded into nothingness.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 24, 2012 23:05:10 GMT -5
They all Pretend.
Brooke's mood lifted as the girl stood. She started rambling, like she was nervous. This caused Brooke to not understand her. She sighed and looked around. A few more kids had arrived.
So Brooke decided to return to her perch on the bleachers. She walked slowly, not watching where she was going,. Frankly she didn't care. |
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 24, 2012 23:19:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework My eyes were locked on the green astro-turf. Several white lines criss-crossed here and there, interupting the never changing green. My mind drifted to other things. I was struggling not to think of blood. My mouth was watering, and once I had lost complete focus on reality, I felt my face hit something hard, but soft in the touch.
At first, I just took a step back, thinking I had run into a wall. But shoes reached the corner of my line of vision and I looked up to see a boyish face staring back at me. The hardness was his chest that loomed above my 5' 9" figure. The smooth feel was from his shirt. Heat burned in my cheeks, on my nose, and in my forehead. I could feel the velvet-red color seep into my features. Overwhelming embarrassment overtook my shock and I froze.
"Um... Uh... I'm---so--sorry..."
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Post by Brandon Ross on Jul 24, 2012 23:26:49 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #6ea0ac; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ YOU'LL FIND[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #6ea0ac; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]US CHASING THE SUN.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i425/xx-gorge/ross2.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #6ea0ac 5px solid;] [/style]
[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #6ea0ac; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] josie, brooke, maxwell
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #abbdc1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] oh nnuuu josie. xD [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] I craned my neck to see a girl collapse across the track field. My first instinct was to run over to her, but I looked up to see another person come to her aid. I brushed off my dark gray shirt and jogged up to see if she was okay.
And, come to think of it, I didn't really know anyone here. Like, what were there, three pretty girls, and I didn't even know their names. I mean, I would have a least dated them once. Look at them!
Exhaling, I arrived, looking down at the dazed girl with the black hair. I blinked my sea green eyes, a bit flustered to see her jump up and make a beeline for the bathroom.
Tilting my head, I shrugged it off, and looked towards the girl with the headphones, watching her head back to the bleachers. Then I glanced over at the girl with the soccer ball. My head slurred, trying to watch all of them at the same time. Whatever, the voice said inwardly, continue what you were doing, boy-o.
A sigh whistled through my lips, as I headed back to the field. But I only smirked to see the some-what blonde girl, seeing this as a perfect opportunity. I ran up to her, and swiped the soccer ball with my foot rather smoothly, and dribbled off a couple paces. I glanced back with a charming grin on my face, laughing softly.
Distracted, I didn't see the girl head towards me until it was too late. I looked down at her with a warm smile, and spoke. "Oh hey. Watch where you're going," I said with a kind little laugh.
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 24, 2012 23:34:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework Those sea green eyes trapped me in a daze. I ran my nimble fingers of my left hand through my wavy black hair. I pursed my lips, and flashed him a brilliantly white toothy grin. It was slightly crooked which added a hint of adorable character.
"Hey, sorry 'bout that."
I gestured to my head and rolled my eyes flirtatiously.
"Guess I got to many things going on up there!"
A light laugh escaped my mouth and I quickly shut it, even more embarassed than before. I leaned on my right leg, slightly puffing out my chest. My t-shirt showed my lower stomach, but I left it the way it was, not caring enough to fix it.
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Post by Brandon Ross on Jul 24, 2012 23:51:59 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #6ea0ac; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ YOU'LL FIND[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #6ea0ac; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]US CHASING THE SUN.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i425/xx-gorge/ross2.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #6ea0ac 5px solid;] [/style]
[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #6ea0ac; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] madame josie
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #abbdc1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] stupid notes D< [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] I smirked in amusement, looking down at her feet. Tennis shoes. I smiled at the thought, think it was kind of adorable. Don't ask me why. I have certain types, okay? My eyes flickered up at the girl's shorts, along with her shirt, exposing the bottom part of her stomach.
I looked away, clearing my throat. Awkward~ Chirped that little voice, also know as my irritable conscience. I gazed back at her, focusing on her face. I grinned down at the stranger, "I'm Brandon," I introduced, flashing her a charming smile of white teeth. Now that I thought of it, I realized that she was really gorgeous. Well, I now know who I'll be hanging out for the next couple of days.
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Jul 25, 2012 5:28:15 GMT -5
Every once and a while, Max would stop to stall it on the top part of her foot. It really was easy. After all, she had a very large amount of years to practice it. But Max had always been very good at this. She could even throw a football perfectly with an amazing spiral. But school was also easy as well. After being in it do long, you know just about everything that there is to know. But she had to get at least a B or A- one on a test, because that happened to every normal kit that has only gone to school once, and Max needed to look as normal as posable.
After several miniuts of stalling and juggling, Max continued, but looked around at everything that was there. Three people caught my eye. Two where girls, one with black hair, the other blonde hair. The one with black hair seemed to share something with me. So did the other, and dare I say very handsome boy that seemed about my age if not a little younger then Max was. But Max didn't bother to go around and say hello to them. What was the point? All of them where doing there own thing, and so was Max, why not just leave them to it.
As Max continued to look over other people there, her gaze drifted over to the black haired girl. That was when she made the trip. First, Max was going to rush over and help her. But she noticed that the blonde, who had in fact been hiding out under the bleachers, came to the girls aid. Max just kept watching threw the corner of her eye, and didn't even notice that the boy had somehow walked over and taken her ball.
Max realized and watched after him as he dribbled it down the field. What was the point of that? Did he expect her to chase him or something? Max was actually going to. But before she knew it he was dribbling back to where she was standing in the field. But was run info by the black haired girl. Max listened to their small exchange fir a few moment before actually saying something. "Hey, can I have my ball back?" It was the first thing that popped into her head, and Max wasn't worried about looking stupid.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 25, 2012 8:45:50 GMT -5
(BLEH! Sorry fell asleep!) Brooke rolled her eyes cleary annoyed. She crossed her arms watching as they returned to there normal activites. They seemed different.... Brooke couldnt put her finger on it and gave up.
She decided her perch in the stands was best. And makin her way there she shrugged her hoodie off, revealing a blue tank top. Finally, she made it to her per h and put her headphone is searching for a song...
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