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Post by paranoid212 on Jun 13, 2006 21:15:17 GMT -5
Shayla stood up. She looked down at her feet hearing what Bethany had said. She thought of her mom. Her mom had probably forgotten she was gone.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 13, 2006 22:00:10 GMT -5
Crimson just started walking not looking back to see if the followed. She would just head on over to the nearest dollar general. She sighed and knew her mother and father had forgeten her by now. No one really cared about her when she was younger, so....she wanted to care for other people, particularly younger children. She looked back to make sure that the two were follwing.
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Post by paranoid212 on Jun 14, 2006 16:22:16 GMT -5
Shayla ran to catch up to her. She was glad to have found some one that, by what she had seen, cared. She never really had any one who cared for her.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 14, 2006 22:06:39 GMT -5
SHe smiled back at the younger girl kindly then continued on ehr walk to the store. She stoped it and waited at a connor for the older girl. She awaited her.
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Post by sweetxcatastrophex on Jun 16, 2006 11:52:27 GMT -5
"Not like he cares that I am gone. He only cares that I don't tell the police on how abusive he is" Bethany said with a sigh. She caught up with the other two girls and said "God I am starving" with a laugh. Bethany then went through duffel bag to find the money dhe brought with her.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 16, 2006 13:45:20 GMT -5
"I have five dollars..." She said. "that would be enough to perhaps buy some fast food...if we eat it slow enough it will seem like more.." She said to the girls smiling kindly.
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Post by sweetxcatastrophex on Jun 16, 2006 15:30:00 GMT -5
"I have about five dollars too to spend here. I guess we could buy food that won't go bad a save it and also we need to find a place to stay. Maybe an old closed place." Bethany said thinking of possible places. She then saw the dollar store sign and a smile came across her face, for the first time today she thought she would make it on her own. "And my dad told me I would die without him" Bethany said with a smirk. "Go to hell dad" she added this made her feel strong which she wished she was.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 16, 2006 15:48:27 GMT -5
She laughed. "I live in an abonded hospital..I could share with you two..' She offered. "I love love you too to stay.." She said smiling. She was at the door and waited for the two to catch up with her.
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Post by paranoid212 on Jun 16, 2006 15:49:52 GMT -5
Shayla searched her pockets to see if she had any money left. There was a dollar in one pocket and two in the other. She had forgotten about that money. She tried to remember if she had any back with her stuff. She couldn't remember.
A minute later she remembered that she had saved about twenty dollars.
She ran up to the other girl and handed the money to Crimson. She then ran in the other direction. Back toward the house.
"I think I have more money. I'll be back in a couple minutes." she yelled as she was running down the street.
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Post by sweetxcatastrophex on Jun 16, 2006 15:59:41 GMT -5
"That would be lovely" Bethany said with a smile. Bethany then said "Thanks" and gave Crimson a hug. Bethany never had any brothers or sisters, so it was strange for her to hug someone. Since she never hugged her father, well she never in her fourteen years of life did. Anyways...Bethany felt safe with Crimson, like she was a protective sister, the kind Bethany always wanted.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 16, 2006 16:24:02 GMT -5
Crimson hugged ehr back nicely. "Okay.." She said to Syala. "Shes coming back with more money..we can really get something.." She said happily to Bethany.
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Post by paranoid212 on Jun 21, 2006 12:19:32 GMT -5
Shayla came back holding twenty dollars. She handed fifteen of it to Crimson and kept five to herself. She had somthings she needed to buy.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 23, 2006 12:28:32 GMT -5
"thanks!" She said. This was the most meney she had held in a long time. She smiled. "Lets go girls.." She said as they all walked into the store calmly. She wetn to the food.
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Post by Serenity on Jun 27, 2006 11:08:56 GMT -5
ooc: I will join you all as a male, being as it seems to be just girls at the moment, lol. Anyway, intro coming!
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Post by Serenity on Jun 27, 2006 12:00:36 GMT -5
Once more his face met the floor, only to worsen the cut upon his lips that his father has given him. "You better watch your place Joshua, or this will lead on to more of a bruising."
Joshua rested his head onto the floor, cursing quietly to himself as blood began to drip from his lip and onto the smooth tile.
His was a fifteen year old boy, though going onto sixteen. Thankfully, he had gotten his permant and passed to get his liscence. He knew well that could help him out well, though he would have to wait some time. Some veins stood out on his athletic build, and they almost seemed like they were going to pop out of his arms since his little wrestle with his father. Eyes of light hazel stared blankly in the distance, going in and out of thought as his father went to grab another beer. That was ween Josh finally manage to sit up, a slightly sun-tanned hand ran through his dirty brown hair, while he looked down at his white shirt where light blue wording that seemed to have a bubble letter effect read 'Billabong' across his chest. Meanwhile, he had loose jeans on and white and black Etnies. A mood necklace of a surfboard hung around his neck with a necklace that had a dogtag with his mother's name upon it and a faint image of her face. A grunt pushed forth his pale, salmon lips while his gentle gaze became rock hard.
His father came back to the dining room, suprised his son managed to stand once more while he began to chug down a can of beer. As his dark brown eyes stared back into those of hazel, he was shocked out how Josh spoke.
"Damn you, I can't wait for you to die and burn in Hell! How long have you been waiting to start this? Since mother died? I wish she was still alive for just a bit longer so I could have showed her the marks upon my back as proof to you beating me, that way she could divorced with you and I would never had to see your ugly face again!" He quickly dodge his father's lung, grabbing the phone that was charging nearby on the foot of the dining table. He turned it on and hit 9, causing his father to stop in his tracks.
"How many times have I called the police on you, and you act so inicent towards them where they can believe your lies? My lip is busted, my left cheek bruise, and they are fist marks on my chest? Let's call the police to see what they can make of it! I am so sick and tired of you!" He started to head towards the stairs, still holding the phone. "I have cleaned this house for you, cooked for you, and done all of what you asked. Funny how I seem like the older one, and you don't even act /my/ age," the teen yelled, watching his father's face turn red with anger. This caused Josh to hit 1. "One more button to hit, and I can make the police finally come back for another visit. I got 9 and 1, should I add the other 1?" Then with that, Joshua turned to run up the stairs, slamming his door shut and quickly locking it while he hung up the phone. 'I can't take this no more,' he though angrily while he ran towards his closet to find a large back-pack. Tossing it on the floor, clothing start to soar out as he snatched them from hangers. He took at least 7 more shirts with some sort of surfing brand name, or a picture of a famous surfer, and had about 4 pairs of sufer shorts and 4 pairs of loose, dark jeans. With that, he tossed in about 12 socks, a pair of running shoes, and a new pair of Etnies he bought a few months back.
Folding everything up and cramming it all in, he zipped up the back part of his pack and unzipped the front. Studying his room, he took whatever else he could find that he may use. Soap, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste... Anything mainly used. Hey, he could always go into a gas station or something to brush his teeth. With at least some of the essentials with him, he looked for anything of value in his room. There wasn't really much of anything, unless he were to get rid of his surfboards, which caused him great hesitation. Then, regretfully, he grabbed them. He only had about 100$ he saved from work. Would've had more if his dad wasn't such a pest. He knew he would have to get a job somewhere else, but he wouldn't have a place to stay in for a while, though there was slight hope. Each board he had ranged in price from $700-600. With three longboards at that price, he wasn't quiet sure what would happen. Maybe if he finds some others, they can all help out each other.
Next thing he did was look throug drawers on his computer desk. He snatched a photo album, a pair of scissors, and letters from family that still remained in envelopes. Looking around for some acessories he needed for surfing, he also stuck them in his bag and zipped it up. Suprisingly, it wasn't as heavy as he expected. The main weight was just from clothes. Taking hold of his surfer boards, he left his room and quietly snook downstairs.
Turning the corner, he had to control himself from what joy he had as his drunk father fell asleep. "That was it," he whispered, quickly jolting towards the door and quietly opening it, only to disappear was the door remained slightly open. |
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