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Post by ashleymichelle on Jan 4, 2009 13:51:49 GMT 10
Regan Nadia Hartley settled herself on a swing and pushed her legs back and forth. It was slow day today and she was completely bored. It was also mid afternoon and she really should have been doing her homework, she didn't care though. She brushed her long fingers through her long hair, locking her bangs behind her ear. The pink streak was that was formally hidden, was now easily visible. She had gotten it knowing that her parents would not approve, and so she used to hide it so as to prevent a beating. The tattoo on her back shoulder was hidden undernath the sweater she had pulled on. Today for once she was wearing a skirt, it was a tattered skirt though with a patch on it. Regan didn't care though because the only people who would dare to make fun of her were not the most intellingent people, and who cared what they thought hmm?
Her bright grey blue eyes scanned the playground. It was empty except for her and she relished in the peace and quiet. No one was shouting, no one was screaming. The only sound was the leaves rustling across the ground as the wind stirred them. It ruffled her skirt slightly, and with one long fingered hand she smoothed the skirt. As she raised her head one could see the faded bruise that circled her right eye. The shiner was on its last leg, it was almost completely gone but it was definitely still there. She had other bruises too but this was the most visible one she had gotten for ages. People had asked her about it and she had lied. She was ashamed of the fact that her father was drunk and hit her and her siblings. It was a bruise she wasn't too proud of. Her grandparents had flown her home for the weekend to celebrate Faith and Finn's birthday or some odd thing. As per the usual her dad had gotten drunk, and also to the usual he had been in a hitting mood. Regan had tried to stop him, but her face had been in the way.
There was the sound of footsteps through the grass and leaves but Regan didn't turn. She didn't really care. She was enjoying the sounds of the leaves and such. The wind brushed her hair, whipping it across her face and disturbing the peace. Her cheeks were slightly red with the cool air but it was a nice look for the seventeen year old girl. She pumped her legs slightly and the swing moved back and forth, bringing her equally closer and farther to and away from the monkey bars just ahead. She didn't care if it was childish to swing on the swings. She was simply enjoying her day.
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Post by blip on Feb 20, 2009 1:26:10 GMT 10
Just talk,, Oh how I love to hear your voice Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud...
Chesiree's sneakers pounded against the cold, hard earth trail as she jogged. She was out for a run, today a great day for that. Chesiree absolutely loved the cool autumn air, she spent as much time outside as she could in these months. She had spent her morning and most of her aftenroon in the dorm, doing...ugh...homework. Ches was almost finished anyways, and she needed some air. So she changed into a pair of light blue velour sweatpants, along with the matching hoodie, and quickly gathered up her hair into a pony-tail, and so here she was. Barely noticable, Ches bobbed her head to the music her ipod was playing into her ears. It goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2, everybody on the floor let me show you how we do. Lets go dip it low then you bring it up slow, wind it up 1 time wind it back once more. Ok, so not exactly a running type of song, but Ches was in the mood for a little Rihanna.
Chesiree loves the feeling she got when she ran. It felt great to stretch out her muscles and keep herself loose, plus it was a great workout. Very good for a dancer. A gust of wind blew into Chesiree and the very tip of her nose stung. She was sure her face was very rosy by now, but the constant movement had kept her fom feeling the cold. Not that it was even that cold, anyway. Chesiree sighed. Her thoughts were in other places, and she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. No use in keeping going, really. Ches walked around a bend, the one leading to the playground. It sounded like a nice idea to just sit down and relax, and listen to the sounds of the rustling leaves. Chesiree had spent most of her childhood outside, she just loved hearing the sounds of nature.
Chess caught a glimpse of a girl on the swingset to her left. Hasn't she seen her before? There were lots of students at WUofA, she couldn't remember. Was this even a student? Chesiree shrugged and walked over to her. She was a tad lonely anyway, might as well make e new friend. "Hey!" She said, coming up behind the girl. "I'm Chesiree. Haven't I seen you around school before?" Ches waited for her response. Admittedly, she would feel kind of stupid if this girl didn't go the University. |
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Post by ashleymichelle on Feb 22, 2009 4:36:13 GMT 10
Regan simply swung back and forth. She didn't really have any thoughts to reflect on anymore just that the only plans she had in the future to go home were to make sure that her siblings were still alive and kicking, and such the like. Regan had a feeling that if they, her grandparents would call her back, but they would have to find out then and honestly Alan wasn't a fan of them. So he denied their offers of money, and he refused offers of visits and of Christmas presents and everything. Alan was stubborn and refused outside help. The thing she was most glad about was that by the time Mary-Rae was going to go off to college, she would be able to legally rent her own apartment, and she would be able to take the twins with her. It was a definite plan of Regan's, to get the twins out of the way to take them to safety. Kacey would throw up a fuss she was sure. However Regan would play the child services card. Kacey would wail and moan and Alan would tell her to get the fuck out of his house. He wouldn't care whether she took the twins or not.
Perhaps when she was a safe distance away she would call the police about him. All of them could testify to bruises and by then both her and Carter would be legally adults. They would be able to take care of the twins. She would have to look into it some more but it should work out. Also she'd have to figure out where her brother was planning on attending college or university, if he even planned to attend. Would he even come out here? That would put a kink in her pl;an, she supposed. And school.. By that time the twins would be in school.. She would be tearing them away from their friends. Would they like that?
The someone behind her spoke. Regan jumped slightly and turned to see a girl a little bit older then herself. "Hey!" the girl said, and Regan studied her face. She didn't recognize her but that didn't mean anything. "Hi," said Regan, her voice soft but audible. "I'm Chesiree. Haven't I seen you around school before?" It was possible.. The other girl looked old enough to attend WUoA, so she probably did. "You might have," said Regan, mildly cryptically. "If by school you mean WUoA," she added. Then with on final addition she stated her identity. "I'm Regan." [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by iheartyouu on Feb 22, 2009 12:52:52 GMT 10
The park. The perfect place to calm her mind down. Especially on the swings: just letting go was easy when you were flying through the air. Okay, it was also very easy to fly through the air on a plastic seat attached to a pole by two chains, but Brook loved it all the same.
She needed to take her mind off of the pressure of school and music, and just sing for the fun of it. Somewhere that people were often found doing whatever they liked, somewhere that people could be free.
So the park it was, and that was where she sat right now, pumping her legs and letting the wind blow back her hair. Observing people in the park was another odd habit of Brookelle's: she got a taste of life and loved it. She saw a small boy fall off the swings and scrape his knee, tears threatening to pour out of his eyes. But instead, he got up, brushed himself off, and looked around, trying to act all 'don't harsh my mellow'. Brookelle giggled as she saw the boy run off into his mothers' arms as soon as he thought no one was looking and cry his heart out.
Laughing was a good feeling. It just melted all the stress away...
Another girl was licking an orange lollipop and asking her parents, "How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?" She blinked innocently twice and waited expectantly for an answer.
"Well, why don't you find out, dear?" her mother answered after a moment.
"I will, Mommy. I will. Oh yes, and Mommy, do invisibility cloaks really exist?" The girl smiled an angelic smile while her mother exhaled heavily, muttering something like 'I knew I shouldn't have started her on those books at such a young age', and began licking her lollipop once again, counting under her breath. Her mother guided her out of the park while the girl said, "Mommy, I love kumquat. It's such a funny word! So is motherchucker. Mo-ther-chu-cker." Her mother grabbed her by the wrist and started dragging her out of the park.
Brookelle laughed very hard at this one, and didn't stop, just because it felt so good.
She noticed a couple of girls near her talking together. Wait--she knew one of them. Chesiree, her newest friend. She was a sweet girl.
"Ches? Chesiree?"
If it was, in fact, Chesiree, then she would love to spend time with her. She needed time away from school right now.
Who was the other girl with her? If Chesiree had plans with her, then Brookelle would most definitely need to make plans with someone else. The last thing she wanted to do was have nothing else to do but study all day. [/size]
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Post by blip on Feb 23, 2009 12:28:39 GMT 10
Just talk,, Oh how I love to hear your voice "You might have," The girl replied. Ches raised her eyebrows. "If by school you mean WUoA" she added. Chesiree smiled and sighed a little. Good, so she did go to the same college. She knew she saw that girl before. "I'm Regan. Right! Regan. Ches and her had one or two classes together. Right! Do you have Mrs. Stanton for one of your classes? I have her for English, and I could swear you sit a couple rows away. The brunette said to Regan. A gust of wind blew, and Ches shivered a little. It was alot colder when she was just standing there. She walked around the other side of the swing Regan was in and sat down on the one next to her. Chesiree watched her feet as she pushed back and forth slowly.
"Ches? Chesiree?" Ches looked up when someone called her name and looked around. Her head twisted around, she spotted Brookelle, not too far away from where she was sitting. Oh Hey! Chessy exclaimed, motioning her new friend over. Maybe she knew Regan. Chesiree curled her slender fingers around the chains on either side of her and pushed back and forth a little harder, making the pony-tail behind her sway back and forth. Vvvvvvvv! Chessy's pocket vibrated, signaling a text message. The girl took it out of her pocket and her fingers moved rapidly across the QWERTY keyboard, smiling all the while. It was one of her friends from back in Shawnee.
Chesiree hit send, and but her Blackberry back in her pocket. She sighed. How she missed Shawnee, her parents, her friends, her school. It was getting closer and closer to Christmas vacation, when she could finally take a break from her studies and go visit her parents. She could not wait. She made a mental note to call her parents when she got back to her dorm, she hadn't in a while. They would probably be worried.
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Post by iheartyouu on Feb 26, 2009 10:06:54 GMT 10
can't you see i'm trying||
i don't even like it, i just lied
"Hi, Ches." She turned to the new girl. She was sure she had seen her around somewhere: of course, everyone had seen everyone. But she didn't know her personally. "Hi, I'm Brookelle." She introduced herself politely as she had been taught to do so often. If Ches was getting along with her so well, Brook would try to do so, too. Hey, she had to be somewhat friendly.
As if on cue, a few seconds after Chesiree put her phone in her pocket, Brookelle's own phone buzzed. She pulled out her Voyager and touched the screen to unlock the message. She laughed. It sounded like a scavenger hunt or a cheesy Froot Loops ad.
The sixth grade talent show was today. A group of five girls did Quit Playin Games (With My Heart). I laughed out loud. Good times, Brook! Brook laughed. In the sixth grade talent show, Brookelle had sang that song while her friends sang and danced in the background. It was a fun song to sing, although it had been difficult to put together, and every time the song played or Brookelle heard it, she thought of Aubrey, her friend back in Chippaqua.
That must have been fun to watch! So sorry I missed it. College is great, what about for you? Her fingers whizzed across the keys and she sent the message, flipped the phone shut, and put it in her pocket.
"I really should call, or my mother's going to do something drastic and ridiculous like sending me a Howler..." Brook muttered, half jokingly. Again, as if on cue, Brook's mother called. Brook groaned. "I'm really sorry. I should answer. But I'll shoo her away somehow..."
"Brookelle?" Her mother called into the phone, so loud that she had to hold it away from her ear. "Brookelle! Really, sweetie, why didn't you call? I've been waiting, getting worried sick, and Lill--."
Brookelle sighed and almost gave in at the mention of her sister. She had been meaning to call and talk to her, but he hadn't had the time!
"Mom. Mom! Don't harsh my mellow, just relax, I was going to call. It's college, I've barely got time anyway." It was partially true.
Partially.
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Post by authoress on Feb 28, 2009 9:28:49 GMT 10
Bailey rode her bike happily enough down the street. She was actually very thrilled to have one to ride in the first place. Her old bike was trahsed when her older brother ran it over with his car shortly before she was due to come here. It was enough trouble to bring from one state to another by getting a new one?! Bailey hadn't been expecting it. So imagine her pleasant surprise when her father came by with it not too long after she got settled in her dorm! There had been two things Bailey had always wanted to try when she was little. Bike riding and rollerblading. Since the latter turned out to be much more difficult than she realized, she opted to stick with the former until she felt ready to try it again.
Currently, Bailey was just content to ride around for a while or so. She'd been at this university for a year and she could honestly say, she barely knew where anything was. That definitely needed to change. Of course, it'd be easier if she had a car but one step at a time. Besides, bikes were just as nice. Both were better than walking anyway and that's all she cared about.
Leisurely, Bailey continued to ride her bicycle feeling blissful. At the sound of what definitely appeared to be yelling, the girl snapped her head up and looked curiously around. There were two girls on a swing set nearby. Putting on the brakes, Bailey stopped the bike before she could pass them by. She was sure she recognized one of them somehow...
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Post by iheartyouu on Feb 28, 2009 13:49:30 GMT 10
Brook made her way back to the swing set and put herself back on a swing. She pushed off again, loving the complete feeling of freedom. She started to sing, humming at first and then outright singing. Turning back to Regan and Chesiree, she giggled shamefully.
"Sorry, I... forget where I am sometimes, when I sing," she apologized.
Her phone buzzed again, and again. Her mother was texting her. Her mother was texting her? Since when did she text?
Honestly, her mother had gotten too caught up in staying in contact lately. It wasn't even funny how scary she could get: she was already talking about, "when you have children, we'll have them GPS-ed so you'll know their location at every minute" and frightening Lillian with talks of putting GPS trackers in her. Yes, in her.
She saw a girl biking up to the park. She didn't look too familiar; she was definitely not a junior. But they did have a class or two together: that meant she was a music major. That was always a good sign. Well, usually that was a good sign.
Bzzzz. Bzzz.
"Go away!" she half-yelled at her phone. Why wouldn't her mother just leave her alone! She had heard her voice. Brookelle was not dying, being tortured, sick, or hurt. She was in perfect health and condition--aside from lack of sleep, but if that was mentioned she would be shipped straight back home--and did not need her mother watching over her every minute of the day!
Call me tonight. Really, I want to check up on how you're doing. Txt me l8r, k?
Since when did her mother use IM terminology? It wasn't like her at all. She was usually very into the importance of literacy and proper use of the English language. All that probably went flying out the window when she got her hands on the full keyboard of the new Blackberry.
I will. Talk to you later. I'm with a... uh, study group, helping me for... a new class I'm planning to take. I'm not sure if I want to take it. Goodbye, Mom!
Sighing, she put her phone away. She hated lying to her mom, even if she was in college and it was just a text message. Okay, so she had lied a million times before without even thinking about it, but still. Just for good measure, to bring some minute relevance to the subject of education to the conversation, she threw in:
"So, Regan, what major are you?"
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Post by authoress on Mar 3, 2009 6:45:02 GMT 10
Bailey hadn't continued to ride. Instead, she remained where she was, looking curiously. She defiinitely recoginized someone! Two someones actually. They were music majors... that's what it was. Yes, Bailey could now recall spotting one of them in the practice room a few times. And the other definitely had one or two classes with the other. When said female sorta snapped at her phone, Bailey couldn't help but giggle. Someone was definitely aggravated. And it definitely had something to do with someone calling her. But who could it be?
After thinking about it for a brief moment, Bailey decided there was really only one way to find out. Thus she hopped off her bike and parked it somewhere, leaning it against a tree. She made it a point to lock it. After all, you couldn't be too careful. And the last thing Bailey wanted was to get her bike stolen. She'd be so friggin' pissed off if that were to happen.
Once she was sure her bycycle was safe, Bailey set her sights on the swings. More to the point, the empty swing. As nosy as the young woman was, there was no way she was gonna go over there and blatantly ask what was going on. Best to find away to ease into the conversation. Preferably to get invited in. So she glanced at them fleetingly as she neared, smiled and plopped herself in the swing. Kicking up her legs, she proceeded to swing herself with intense concentration. I wonder if I can get as high as I used to...
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