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Post by Sharon Kat Chaser on Apr 5, 2011 12:37:16 GMT -8
I survived the bus ride to school with my Mp3 player headset on my ears listing to my normal Rock, Goth metal, a few sounds of nature in there too. It really what I listen to while I practice my Tang Soo Do. I stay seated until everyone had moved off the bus before standing up and walking off the bus too. I looked around as I walked not really looking at anyone in the face just trying to get by another day without fighting my way through. I rub my pendant the one that hang down to where my boobs should be. Sixteen and still no boobs oh well that least of my problems.
I as I hurry pass a few people trying not to cause someone to really notice me I rather be a shadow than that. To day of all days, Today was my test for Tang Soo Do moving up to 7th Gup Organ belt. Just got to make it through today. Though I am afraid it not going to work out that way. I looked up at the sky for a moment before walking to hell on earth. It was nice and sunny. The gods have blessed for the nice weather. Today may be worth a write or it could be my last to breath. 'watch your back and make it to class' thought to myself for it was my key away from here.
I pull my knitted hat more on my head as I walk in my skater shoes make a low squeak that could barely be hear over the nose of the other student talking, yelling or just being loud. swish, swish, swish the sound of my straps from my pants with like 100 pockets on them. I have my favorite tank top on yellow skulls and hearts all over on a black backdrop. My shoulder long hair pulled into a tail. My uncommon eyes staring straight as I walk. My message bag over my right shoulder and under my left arm as my hand over the straps.
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Post by Jamys Durand on Apr 5, 2011 17:36:30 GMT -8
Hisss
The common scowl coming from under the breath of Jamys as the curtains were pulled from before his room a slender arm drawn forth like a veil trying to swat away the streaming particles of light though to no avail.
"Get up bro its SCHOOL TIME!"
The overjoyed and to an extent maddening grin of Jakobi at this point in the day simply did not alter the mood as Jamys returned a dull half slitted stare in response. His features muddled as school from this point to before he could remember wasn't a time to be proud of. A mixture of beatings and name callings he'd taken his lumps only to painfully retreat himself into the shadows of his music and endearing melodies.
"Shut it!"
A weak flailing fist put into his alternate's grin nearly knocking him asunder if not for his avid dodge. The action looking like Jamys was entirely uncoordinated which in fact was not far from the truth. Now face down in the furry carpet he looked up lazily before slipping into a black shirt and large gaudy velvet pants. Before long he was in Jakobi's ride on the way to school and dealing with it to his own mannerisms.
"Dude seriously you're mopping...?"
Slitted eyes would glare through the rear view mirror as if to show him that words were unnecessary to show him the almightiness of his wrath. If only he could be like the comic book heroes and squash his head telepathically. An evil grin alighting his cheeks before popping out the door and strutting down the hallways chin down to the side with an eerie sort of grin set on his features.
'Oh no miss Halloway I'm not up to trouble'
He'd recite a play in his head not watching where he was going as the motions were carried out on two separate planes. Hands manically twisted to his backpack where Stein, his guitar, was strapped essentially bringing it up in one elongated swoop accidentally hitting a mild mannered girl if she wasn't looking where she was going. Shock reaked his face before dropping his imaginary world and jumped to what he was hoping to be her rescue.
"O M G!!! Are you alright?" The panicked look in his eyes as he subtly cringed expecting to take a knuckle sandwich to the face. "HERES MY LUNCH MONEY DON'T HIT ME!"
His hand would rocket outwards with a wad of cash, if her head just so happened to be looking upward from the onslaught there was a chance he'd hit her too albeit inadvertently once again. If so more panic would leave him hyperventilating on the floor in the fetal position.
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Post by Sharon Kat Chaser on Apr 5, 2011 20:04:15 GMT -8
OOC-it all good even if it was not a long post or anything like that I am not really picky when it come to rping.
Dong! A light pain goes to my back of my head as I was trying to make it to class. I stubble a little bit as I hear. "OMG are you alright?"
As I turn trying to face him. I rubbing my head not sure what really just happened to me. As all I could think was I just piss someone off. I don't move my head to rub the back of my head. "HERE IS MY LUNCH MONEY DON'T HIT ME!" I shake my head and step back as he shoved his money in my face.
"Did I look like I was going to eat him or something?" I thought to myself as I looked at him a bit more as I looked at his money. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "I don't wanted your money nor am I going to hit you." I smirked at him lightly as I started to rub my pendant again as my free hand moved the head set from my ears so I could hear him better. Though I kind started to giggled lightly because the song that came on next was 'Let the bodies hit the floor.'
As it was clear he was not looking for a fight as I just happened to be his way and his guitar as just looked at his guitar for a moment longer. It was kind of a rare moment to find someone that was not looking for a fight. I started to debate whether or not to really introduce myself to Mr. La Come Bong.
ooc-I know my is kind of short and crappy sorry..
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Post by Jamys Durand on Apr 6, 2011 13:30:51 GMT -8
Convenient song to match what was going on as Jamys was now cornered on the floor with his head tucked in deep into the position of his groin body tensed and ready to take an impacting punch. While she was a girl he didn't discriminate odds were she had some secret specialty move that could decimate him in a single blow.
"I don't wanted your money nor am I going to hit you."
A smile and a laugh perhaps at his expense. As the frail skull of Jamys looked upwards from his concealed position he would grin with an embarrassed sort of notion taking kindly upwards as to not look too ashamed of himself. As towards the direction of his guitar which happened to be slung over his back by the sheer force of his earlier casual toss.
"Oh Really?"
He'd look upwards with a dodgy grin and casually slink upwards into a normal stance turning upwards into a standing position. His hands would pat down his shirt casually without much effort to dust himself off as the floor was obviously petered with a dustiness that could only be defined as shabby.
"I'm Jammys, ugh sorry for the over reaction."
He'd laugh with a bashful grin exerting his hand to shake.
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Post by Sharon Kat Chaser on Apr 6, 2011 14:07:31 GMT -8
I looked at him for a bit as he was still in a on the floor a bit waiting for the beating. I which I knew all to well that this place was know for that. He was just lucky it was me hit and not someone else around here. He would had missed me if I was watching myself a better than what I was. Mornings hate them.. didn't help the ordeal as well. As he comes out of his protective hold and slowly looked at me.
"Oh Really?" he asked as I looked at his face as he was looking up at me i couldn't help but smile a little bit and give him a light nod. Has he gets up gracefully in my books. As I looked at him as he dust him self off I couldn't help but smile a little more. he was kind of cute but I would most likely not tell him at out loud. As it was never safe here to show all your cards to someone all at once.
"I'm Jamys, ugh sorry for the over reaction." as he holds out his hand for a shake. I looked at him thinking this was some kind of trick but then again he did just curled up into a little bit of a ball and shoved his money in my face.
"Name Sharon, but a few people calls me Kat." I took his hand and shake it as I was ready for a surprised attack as my body stiffen but yet loose as my purple eyes was on him. As my other hand was already to unhook my straps to used too. "I would call you a fool if you didn't get yourself ready for something..." I added as I looked more at him. I didn't know what to really think about this encounter.
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Post by Jamys Durand on Apr 10, 2011 14:01:24 GMT -8
"Name Sharon, but a few people calls me Kat."
Hand taken and a calm embrace of shaking palms, Jamys was set at ease to a degree. If she hadn't hit him yet chances were she wasn't going to start it yet unless he provoked the situation further or perhaps she was the sadistic sort. He'd set his inhibitions aside settling into a calm sort of disposition and grinned letting her continue her frame of speech as he was somewhat caught in an embarrassed trap of flushed cheeks.
"I would call you a fool if you didn't get yourself ready for something..."
Again his hand would find recluse reaching the back of his skull, an uneasy grin as he didn't want to exactly come off as an idiot , though he was beginning to wonder if he was at this point a small hint of twitching in his hands, feeling the subtle craving run up to a tweak in his cheek.
"Yeah, kinda had the run in of a life time just last week, have a dent in the ground compliments of my nogin."
He'd say it with a bit of pride despite the remedial pain he still felt from his encounter with the school supervisor. People these days and their inability to take a joke. >_>
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Post by Sharon Kat Chaser on Apr 11, 2011 5:44:57 GMT -8
"Yeah, kinda had the run in of a life time just last week, have a dent in the ground compliments of my nogin."[/i]
I watch him as he talked as I felt a small tends moment as he seemed to be remembering the run in. As I just gave him a light nod. As my checks go to a light pink because I realized my hand was still holding his as I quickly let go I couldn't but help to realized how soft yet hard they was. His finger tips was had the firmness from guitar that was on his back yet his palms was soft. I looked at him for a moment as I didn't really care that I could be late I just wanted to know him more. I didn't know if this was a good thing or not.
"So how long have you played?" as I try to move his mind from what happened a few week ago to him. As I move to his side so if he wanted to get to class we could walk and talk at the same time.
Though I didn't see the point in going now as it seemed that we both maybe late anyways as I looked at the clock on the wall behind a steel cage. As I stay near him as I could still feel my cheeks are a little hot from blushing.
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Post by Jamys Durand on Apr 14, 2011 21:06:54 GMT -8
He was just about as dumbfounded at the pace they were off as they both continued the awkward shaking of hands much longer than necessary. He drew back the hand unconscionably drenched in the cool layer of balmy moistness.
"So how long have you played?"
A good question seeing as he didn't even remember even right now. His face would scrunch up into a speculative frame of thought indicating that he was clearly deep in thought to remember the incident in which he was introduced to the beauty of music. Enough so that he didn't even speculate to the rouge hue in which her cheeks had tinted. How naive youth seemed to be as he figured, a single drawn finger to the corner of his lips tapping it gingerly.
"since I could walk..."
He'd reply with a smooth kinda overplayed self confidence, the answer of course an impossibility but it was something that could hopefully make him a legend if he struck it big. He was going to make himself into a prodigy....after the fact.
"Late?"
Once more speculating at her gesture towards the clock taking a notice to it as well as he watched from within his dreamscape and dillusions the drugs presented as letters and numbers peeled off the wall and turned to liquids.
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Post by Sharon Kat Chaser on Apr 21, 2011 21:04:14 GMT -8
I giggled lightly as he was trying to remember how long he played. As it came out as I smiled lightly. "since I could walk..."I looked at the clock again. "Late?" he said as the bell rings for us being late. I couldn't help but giggle some more.
"Yep. We late." I said with a smile. As I looked at him. "Hey you okay?" I asked as he was still looking at the clock. As I gently tap his shoulder.
(sorry it sucks I lost my good flow. lol I should be on a bit more too.)
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Post by Jamys Durand on Apr 24, 2011 19:08:59 GMT -8
"Yep. We late."
The smile gone unnoticed as a cold sweat entrenched across the brow of Jamys looking frantically from the clock to its many disparing arms clawing outwards from its center hungrily looking for its next feast. The numbers signifying both eleven and one becoming slitted eyes peering out into the dimming school halls, their melting porous surfaces slowly creeping inwards around him making Jamys feel intensely claustrophobic.
"Hey you okay?"
Turning around Jamys would peel back into a petrified sort of stare, foam coagulating at the corners of his mouth as his chest palpitated and his body dropping to the floor in a terrified sort of gesture. His body was stricken with a shivering and eyes pulsating intensely.
"Help...?!"
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Post by Zoey Proctor on Apr 25, 2011 11:48:52 GMT -8
I am really late for class now. As I start to run down the halls I see my cousis.
"Hey what's going on?" I ask Sharon. As we look at the boy on the ground "Who is this?"
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Post by Sharon Kat Chaser on Apr 26, 2011 9:30:19 GMT -8
I watched him drop as he curled up into a ball as his body shook. I drop to my knees beside him as as he call "Help...?!" I could see the fear in his eyes as I pet his head as if he was some scared little puppy.
"How can I help you Jamys?"I asked him as I keep petting his head as I looked at him as I was a bit scared but try not to show it. As I looked up to see Zoey, my cousin and fellow Wiccan.
"Hey what's going on?" As she looked down at Jamys. "Who this?" I looked up at her worried a bit.
"Jamys... Not sure we was talking and everything was fine and then he just drop down...I am trying to get him to talked to me..." As I was down looked back him as I hope that he would say something that would give me some ideal on how to help him. 'Please goddess have him say something or do anything...please..' as I sent a little pray out to my goddess.
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Post by Zoey Proctor on Apr 26, 2011 13:18:14 GMT -8
]"Jamys... Not sure we was talking and everything was fine and then he just drop down...I am trying to get him to talked to me..." Sharon looked back down at him with fear in her eyes. "We should take him to the nurse."I told her calmly, hopping if I am calm it would calm the fear in her eyes.
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Post by Jamys Durand on Apr 26, 2011 21:20:58 GMT -8
Jamys would be helpless as to realize this Goddess-like embodiment that they were taking up in absolvement for his situation, but who was he to judge and more importantly how could he in his current state. Seizing from the overflow of morphine in his system the world would be melting away like some strange flow, the vision of his sight of hell coming to realization as the walls drew blood reminding him all to much of being buried in the ditch Leon had put him in.
"I'm so sorry"
He would peel himself up into the fetal position loosing sight of his saviors pleading over him coming up with decisions to dictate his fate. If they could move him, or get the nurse to come to him the boy wouldn't fight the situation as all he could combat with were the demons no one else could see. This mythical pain behind the eyes of reality, and sadly his current addiction.
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Post by Sharon Kat Chaser on Apr 29, 2011 22:36:51 GMT -8
I looked down at him feeling sad for him as he was freaking out and I was powerless to fully help him. "We need to get him to the nurse." Zoey had said bring back from my prayer up to our goddess. As I try to conform him by running my fingers through his hair gently as I was wounding if he could used his feet..
"I am sorry.." he said as he goes into a fetal prostitute. I looked at him then to Zoey.
"Do you think we can carry him to nurse office?" I asked Zoey as I started to take is right arm and throwing it over my shoulder. "Jamys...we going to try to move you." I said to him in a sweet voice that our grandmother used with us when we are younger.
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