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Post by cassie on Aug 9, 2009 22:24:33 GMT -5
  -----------------------------------------------One of these days youll be under the covers youll be UNDER THE TABLE AND YOU'LL REALIZE[/size] all of your days are numbered.-----------------------------------------------------------C assie realized she couldn't breath. Wherever she was, darkness swallowed her, but above her were crystal lights shimmering. Cassie didn't understand where she was, but knew she had to reached the top, into the light above her. She began to swim, yes swim. Her body felt numb, her heart began to race, and her lungs were screaming for air! Cassie started to freak out, and felt she was going to die. Remembering all the good times, and wishing she could have more, Cassie stopped swimming. She closed her eyes, and fell deeper into abyss.
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[/color] assie gasped and her eyes flung open. She sat up automatically, breathing hard, and scanning the room to search for anything familiar to tell her she was ok. Brick walls, all but one was colored white, poster's of attractive Musicians scattered all around the room, and a curious Calico cat rested by her feet. Cassie sighed, realizing she was in the safety of her Loft -home. "just a dream Fredrick,"[/color] she spoke to her cat in relief and patted his head, then scratched behind his ears. C[/size][/color] assie was terrified of the water. She knew that's what the dark abyss she was trying to escape from. Did it mean something? She sighed and threw on a jog wear and scurried out to her car outside the motel where her loft was located. It was early in the morning for the City, and therefore quite quiet. She jumped into her small and adorable Smart Car, and drove off to the beach. This was Cassie's usual routine. Have a nightmare about drowning, take a jog, get to work at the harvest camps, get to work at the usual Canada Hospital, arrive home late, take forever to fall asleep and re due that whole routine again. C[/size][/color] assie walked out to the edge of the water and plugged in her IPOD. Ironically enough she visits the beach a lot. Just never dares to enter the water. Who knows what's living in there! Cassie started out speed walking then gradually shifted into a jog, then a run. Classical music soothed her fear of falling in, and she continued down the waters edge. The sand at this part of the beach was easier to jog than the rest which your feet seem to sink in. S[/size][/color] uddenly her ankle blew out from under her and she collapsed on the beach. She hit the ground with a silent thud, and grit her teeth. Cassie knew her ankle was sprained, "oh great."[/color] Lucky the beach wasn't crowded with people in the early morning, and she at least got a few miles in before her ankle caught her off guard. [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote] -----------------------------------------------[/center] tagged ANY&ALL
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Post by quinn on Aug 16, 2009 15:47:55 GMT -5
 WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS.[/font] "Come down now," they'll say.
At least it was a nice day. The sun was out, a necessity of pleasant weather. The sky was an incredible blue, the color of blue-suited plastic action figures, the ones meant to be displayed rather than touched, with not a wisp of cloud trying to invade the beautiful spectrum. It would be a defilement more than anything. A breeze infiltrated the streets, twisting whatever small pieces of trash lazy people had thought would go unnoticed. Bird thought to make themselves known, and have conversations with one another from opposite sides of the street. Cars weren't anywhere to be seen, and niether were the people, all of them places other than the streets and sidewalks, probably lying in the park, the grass, enjoying the relaxing day. Relaxing, yes, enjoyable? Not always the case. There was a boy playing follow-the-leader with the sidewalk who could elaborate.
Toronto was a nice place, there was no doubt about that. It was quiet, peaceful, and humble. Everyone knew eachother in their respected communities, and for the most part the rivalries between them were kept quiet, for surely it would offset the balance of the whole city. Word got around quickly, so even shut-ins would know what was happening with everyone. There were nice people who kept the culture alive, and a decent amount of places to go on a boring afternoon such as this. Still, the place was creepy. It was the perfect place to film a monster movie; the little town, innocent, harmless, then BAM! Suddenly the couple down the streets' baby was born, human? Of course not. However, this mid-afternoon was the calm before the storm, completely silent in the center of town, except for one sound: footsteps. No, not from Godzilla or any other supernatural giant, from Eli Ackerman, resident of Toronto for two years.
Today had been anything but calm and relaxing for the boy. Though today perhaps should have counted as yesterday, as he had hardly slept since. Yesterday he had slept through his alarm and woken up nearly two hours later than usual. Though those extra two hours hadn't gotten him very far. He would have ran, but it was one of those days where he needed every single textbook he had. He was nearly positive he stood at a slant now, due to his shoulder bag. The day got more and more tiring, despite missing his first period and being late to his second. Math was, well, math. History covered some random nonesense that wouldn't be necessary to know in a year. English held a discussion on the three chapters of whatever book that Eli hadn't purchased, let alone read. And to finish up the day, the boy had gotten yelled at in spanish in spanish. That evening and late into the night he had spent doing the homework he had skipped out on, leaving two nights of poor sleep. No, the waking hours weren't the best for him, so he had done the one thing that would clear his mind, maybe make a flat-line in this ever decreasing scale of happiness. Too bad it didn't work out, as he forgot to turn off his alarm clock, which woke him up early.
Eli was on a morning run, finishing his five miles in a disappointing time of thirty-two minutes. The boy was quick, with a mile time of four minutes and twenty-three seconds. However, today had proved not to be a quick day. Maybe because he was tired. Understatement of the week... his sarcastic, tired mind shot at him. Two nights ago Duncan the I'm-sorry-about-how-you're-feeling-right-now-how-about-I-get-you-a-dog-to-compensate-love-Mom border collie had finally found his way out of the yard and into the free world. Knowing that Dan wouldn't even try to catch the dog, Eli had been drafted to chase after him. The dog was still young and spirited, therefore full of energy and hard to catch, even with Eli's speed. Ergo, he had spent half the night chasing after the animal, had gone to bed immediatly, and forgotten to do much of the homework he had been assigned. Needless to say this had not been the best day, nor was it the most distinct, and there were many little details that seemed to have gotten lost on the way to Eli's memory. There was one thing he did remember, though: No way in hell was Duncan getting a walk today.
The local beach was merciful in the way that it was nearly empty. which Eli didn't hesitate to take advantage of. Slightly frustrated, as he had been all day, he took a seat, breaking the patterned noises of his own breathing and the wind chasing itself around. It was an odd thing, realizing the comfort of previously grainy and rocky things such as sand. And the wind, too, was calming. Usually Eli had thought of it as rather flustering, especially in the fall when it aided the tumbling leaves in finding their way onto his car. Now the white noise was the most calming thing in the world. Hell, even this town was relaxing right now, the creepy few square blocks that had so recently sent a chill down the boy's spine were now putting him to sleep. Of course, the entire thing was ruined when he heard those two word: "Oh great." The tired eyelids opened again, ignoring the sting from the sun. It was another person on the beach, whom he had previously paid no attention to. Of course, paying no attention to her now would be cruel and unusual, which Eli was niether. She was seemingly hurt.
Pushing himself up (both reluctantly and with difficulty), he approached her. "Are you alright?" he asked. But of course he knew the answer. Half-hazed or not, he knew an injured ankle when he saw one. It was something all runners could spot out. Shaking his head, partially because of his stupidity, and partially to clear his head, he rephrased his question. "Sorry, dumb question. Do you need help?"
EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY.[/font] "Come down now," but we'll stay.
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Post by cassie on Aug 16, 2009 20:16:51 GMT -5
-----------------------------------------------One of these days youll be under the covers youll be UNDER THE TABLE AND YOU'LL REALIZE [/size] all of your days are numbered.-----------------------------------------------------------C assie knew this beach well, she knew how to run along the flat shore and how fast she should go to beat each time she's had before and have a new record. But for some odd reason her ankle decided to be a butt and trip her on her own feet. She wasn't a klutz, believe me, and she hated to be realized as one. Which didn't help when a gentleman approached her.
Are you alright?
[/center] S[/size][/color] he glanced up at the guy and sighed, "Yea, yea I'm fine. Thanks."[/color] She sat up, feeling embarrassed and rubbed her ankle. Ah, She thought, why does it have to be a guy that fines me wounded. How embarrassing! Cassie slowly got on her feet, hopping on one foot. Sorry, dumb question. Do you need help? C[/size][/color] assie smiled with a blush and waved her hands in front of her. "No, no. I'm fine really."[/color] Cassie put her hands by her side and raised an eyebrow at the guy. "Are you ok?"[/color] He looked exhausted to Cassie, and Cassie being so generous and caring of other people she had to ask. T[/size][/color] he sun was at it's best this morning. Even though the winds are overpowering it's rays. Cassie hopped and landed at a wrong angle that sent her tumbling on the guy. She grabbed his arm to help her stop from another face plant on the sand. Which reminded her that she probably looked like crap. Her hair was probably full of sand grains, along with her face. S[/size][/color] he glanced up at his and apologized. AH! Why am I being so clumsy today, Cassie thought. I'm so embarrassed. Cassie leg his arm go and tried her best to stand up. "Actually. Since you offered. Can you help me to my car?"[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] ----------------------------------------------- [/center] tagged eli &all
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Post by quinn on Aug 17, 2009 15:58:35 GMT -5
WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS. [/font] "Come down now," they'll say.
The girl picked herself up easily enough, which made the tired Eli feel that perhaps he had wasted concern. He could have been sleeping on the beach right now, but due to this girl he was now wide awake ready to rush someone to the hospital. But of course, that was probably the wrong attitude to have. He should have been glad that he had been so ready to help so quickly, despite not having hours and hours of sleep to back up the energy. Of course, the sudden energy burst had burned up immediatly after hearing it wasn't needed, leaving him exhausted once more, giving new meaning to the phrase 'dead man walking'. Eli felt like he was sloping to the side like a palm tree, hardly able to comprehend words like a palm tree, and felt as dormant as a palm tree. For a second, he forgot about why he was there at all, and who he was talking to. It was quite possible he had fallen asleep both with his eyes open and in a standing position. Quickly, he snapped out of it, shaking his head and returning his posture to a normal standard. He had a conversation to fulfill.
The girl before him was shorter than he. Which was no surprise, Eli was often a tower compared to the female population at this age. But then again, what age was she? She looked to be around his own age, perhaps a year or two older. Of course, the truth was that she was seven years older, twenty four. They say looks can be deceiving, with this girl, they definately were. Long brown hair accented her big eyes and young face. A nose piercing giving her the attitude she was aiming for: rocker chick. Though so far she seemed fairly innocent, more of a damsel in distress. Mainly because 1. She was injured. 2. Because she was pretty. Yes, even in his half-awake state, Eli noticed. It was within the Male Code to speak to a pretty girl, no matter the circumstances. Flirting was not included in such rule, neither were pick up lines, but speaking, even while half asleep, was necessary. And that's what Eli planned to do, no matter how much difficulty he had coping with his slumber-ready mind.
She had finished assuring him that she was fine when she asked if he himself was of a similar state. Comprehension levels seemed to be better than he assumed they were, as he responded nearly right away. With a yawn, of all things, but thought seems to be what counts these days. "Kind of," he answered, fighting off another yawn. "There's this thing called... sleep." Oh, what a wonderful thing it was. Too bad he wasn't getting any. "And lately I've been sort of deprived." He offered a smile, finding that, while the rest of him was ready to collapse, his expressions hadn't skipped a beat, he could still raise an eyebrow in skepticism on a dime. What a talent... he thought sarcastically. He also noted that perhaps he should tame his thoughts, as, if mind readers and psychics were indeed real, they would probably think him crazy, and put him away without hesitation. Though, this girl, whatever her name was, probably already thought him to be an insomniac. Insanity went hand-in-hand.
She stumbled after attempting to hop from point 'A' to point 'B', falling towards Eli at a speed faster than what he was capable of comprehending. Of course, his instinct was still wide awake, as it always was. So, even as he stumbled backwards three tiny paces, his legs were bracing both himself and she who had fallen, his arms catching her, which seemed to be a mutual decision, keeping the both of them from falling to the ground. He had to hand it to his subconscious, it knew what it was doing. Would it be possible to simply turn his conscious into his subconscious? A switch would make things easier on everyone, himself especially. "Careful," he warned. "This is why people with only one leg didn't live very long. I see a piece of driftwood that you could use as a pegleg if you wanted." Of course his humor was still functional, that was something he was glad to have on his subconscious side.
The girl released her grip on his arm, once more trying to stand rather than fall, which was an understandable goal, from Eli's point of view. After a bit of thought, she changed her previous answer: now she needed some help. Eli had been convinced that she really was able to make it to wherever she was going, and had sort of planned his sleep-on-the-beach schedule around it. However, he had offered, and because she really did need help, it was something he wanted to do. With another smile, he agreed: "Let's just call this my 'Good deed of the day'."
EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY.[/font] "Come down now," but we'll stay.
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Post by cassie on Aug 18, 2009 17:05:28 GMT -5
-----------------------------------------------One of these days youll be under the covers youll be UNDER THE TABLE AND YOU'LL REALIZE [/size] all of your days are numbered.-----------------------------------------------------------A wkward was the best word to describe Cassie's situation. She knew he wasn't an adult, just a kid, and here she is leaning for his help when it should be the other way. Casie had to act better, supportive, and switch the tables for this guy. He appeared half-asleep. Like one poke on the shoulder will send him tumbling down. But apparently she assumed wrong.
Careful. This is why people with only one leg didn't live very long. I see a piece of driftwood that you could use as a peg-leg if you wanted.
[/center] C[/size][/color] assie smiled, "guess I'm lucky it's just my ankle."[/color] She tried to be sarcastic and humerus, and who knows if she failed or accomplished that goal. Not to mentions holding back a blush, which she's not too sure is even possible to do. Cassie sighed and pushed herself off of him, feeling like she's being too dependent on a complete stranger that could use her help instead. Let's just call this my 'Good deed of the day'. C[/size][/color] assie glanced over to her car, which was impossible since it was located a few miles up the beach. She couldn't possible be a burden to this guy. Cassie smiled and straighten her body frame, putting pressure on her sprain ankle to try and possible walk it out. Negative, but she wasn't going to let him know that. "I could probably walk it out, no biggy."[/color] Then she thought about him and how awful she would feel to leave him on the beach looking like he did. "You look like you could use come coffee,"[/color]she smiled, "Would you like to welcome me in a cup of hot morning liquid..."[/color] She paused, not knowing his name. "By the way, I'm Cassie. Cassie Homes."[/color] S[/size][/color] and was riding up her pants. She shook her pants real fast, huffed out some air, a bit annoyed with the sand. Cassie peered over her shoulder at the salt water crawling up the sand and barely touching her shoes. The hairs in the back of her neck stood up and she hopped on the other side of the guy, placing a supportive hand along his shoulder. She smiled, "Shall we get going?"[/color] The obvious answer was yes. Further away from the water, the better she'll recover, trust me. S[/size][/color] and, you know the kind you walk through before you got to the rim of the water, was hell! Her ankle was killing her. She was leaning so much on one foot, that the sand reacted like sinking sand and began pulling her in. Cassie rolled her eyes and picked her leg up, leaning a bit on the guy for some support, but she was sure not to lean too much on the poor guy and send them both tumbling into the sand.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size] ----------------------------------------------- [/center] tagged ANY&ALL
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