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 Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 3:31 pm
On the outskirts of town, just barely close enough to fit in as a part of the public area, is the harbor. It stretches out far enough into the ocean to provide a quaint fishing spot for those that can't afford to rent a boat. Speaking of renting, there are several things one can rent here at the small stand that sits at the beginning of the pier. Water skis, fishing poles, bait, wetsuits, scuba gear, surfboards, etc.. Most of anything one can think of that requires a pool of water can be found here for a price. Though, this location is normally just used for travelers to ride the ferry in or out of the island. The boats scare off most sea critters, aside from the lobsters and crabs that gather below the pier and the sea gulls and pelicans that lounge on the few roofs shading the harbor, making this a rather quiet start to one's life in Sonata Town.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:00 pm
 Keith opened his pack of cigarettes and took one out. Thirty two left. He lit it using his lighter and took a drag on it as he gave a look toward the ocean. He never really had been a boat boy; the ground was way better. The last time he had taken that stupid ferry was almost five years ago and he had never imagined that they would have returned to that stupid island. However, it’s not like they had too much options. They just couldn’t find an apartment that would either accept them, or be cheap enough for them to afford it. Even with the tuition money they had stole, would they have to stay in one of those City apartment, even if they had a job at minimum wage, they would have ran broke in only three or four months. It was then that Conor had proposed going back to Nirvani. Since the hurricane, there weren’t that many people there, which would mean no one form their past to annoy them. The rent would be cheap, also. Even if they were getting paid at minimum wage, that is, if they got a legal job, they would actually make a profit.
He shoved one of his hands back into his pocket and took and other cigarette out, having already finished the last one. Thirty one left. He lit that one up again giving a look into the package. Had he thought they would make a profit? Nah, he would just get enough money to buy his average amount of cigs, but that was better than nothing. If worst came to it, he would steal them, either from the shop or from some unsuspecting passerby. The sucky part was that they would miss the beat of the city. It would probably be a hassle to find quality booze and drug in here. How were they suppose to go a week without some cocaine? Or even just regular pot. There HAD to be at least that one, right? Right… Hopefully. Stupid town on a stupid island in the middle of the stupid ocean. Oh? His cig was over.
Once again, he went to get another one. Thirty left. He went to light it up, but he stopped himself, for he had noticed Conor coming from inside the boat cabin. He put the unlit cigarette in his mouth and walked over to this friend, leaning his face in. It was a sort of unspoken rule between those two: If Conor was around, he was the one lighting the cigs. He was the one lighting any ******** thing. ”Dude, t’ich ich really schtupid” He mumble with his the smoke in his mouth. He gave an other glare toward the sea, this time, however, he could see a shade. Yeah, t’was Nirvani. They better had not ******** things over by coming here, again.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 11:28 pm
Oh, that sucked to even think about. He was almost shaky with the idea of going for long without a hit, but of having to drop it altogether… He climbed up the steps to come back out onto deck, noting how the boat was approaching the pier. No coke, no weed, not even a shroom.. God, they were ********. The teen took a deep breath in hopes to calm himself, but all he get was a mouthful of salty air. He scowled at that and shoved his hands deep into his pant pockets to protect from the cold. Place was a dozen times colder down here than the city.. Why? He didn’t care, just knew it was another reason to hate this change of pace. His fingers flexed around the handful of matchbooks in his pocket, comforted by the rough paper for a few split seconds before he felt itching to light one. If only for the warmth, right? He didn’t have much of a reason, though.. …Did he need one? Whether he did or not, Keith had turned back to lean towards him, cigarette hanging stiffly from the other’s mouth. His smirk returned to him and he withdrew one of the matches, taking his time in striking it up. He used to use lighters, but those cheap ones hurt like a b***h when they exploded. Spending too long watching the fire and less actually counting how long he had it open.. Now, if he had a Zippo, he wouldn’t have had that problem.. But, he couldn’t exactly afford it. They barely had enough to afford this trip, let alone something like that.. Swiping matches here and there was good enough for him, he guessed.
“Uh huh.” He grunted out, agreeing with that much. He didn’t bother to check what it was Keith was calling stupid, but he had to guess it was this whole situation. His demeanor shifted back into annoyance as his usual three strikes against the box went up to six, seven, eight – what the hell?! Couldn’t ******** light up in this damned wind! He growled in frustration and turned to lean back inside the boat cabin, shielding the match and trying again. It took a good few tries, but he had a nice little flame going. Conor took a moment to watch it, entranced, before moving back to light up Keith’s cigarette. He watched him, wondering if he should do the same, but, hey.. He didn’t really feel like smoking. He wasn’t as bad as Keith was when it came to that s**t. He really just liked lighting them up, the smell of the smoke, watching the cig burn down to ash.. Mm.. “How much do we got? Money, cigs, junk?” He asked lazily as he watched the match in hand like a hawk, keeping a careful guard on it from the wind. He felt much calmer eying that thing burn down, didn’t even bother to flinch when the fire got just close enough to his fingers to start to burn. He frowned, hating this part, but it was either burn yet another finger or shake it out. He sighed and gave it a few shakes, turning his attention onto Keith for a brief moment before looking at the burning cigarette. No flames, but the smoke trailing off it was enough, as well as the occasional falling ash. Covered up the smell of salt, at least.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:28 am
Finally! He took he sweet long time! Conor knew that Keith couldn’t wait for his cigs, so why was he taking such a time? He knew that the other boy was better than that at lighting up matches. When the cigarette was finally burning, he took in a long drag. There you go… let it fill you up… now release it… Ah, perfect. He had trouble going for a long period of time without smoking. And for him, “long period of time” meant more than two minutes. Oh sure, he could last an hour or two if he was busying doing something else (coke), but in this stupid shithole they were going into? Ah! He’d be good if he could last more than five seconds without them. He took and other drag, taking almost half the cig. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment as much as he could.
When he opened them up, Conor was still in front of him, looking like a zombie in trance. There he was again, looking at the flames as if it was the only important thing in his life. For a moment, he was hopping that this would be one of those occasions where Connor would wait a moment too long and burned himself. He bit his lips hoping his friend would… unfortunate, he didn’t . He had killed the flame before the fire had reached his flesh. Bummer. Conor would something spends hours just lighting matches and letting them burned down. One after the others, hour after hour. It was even worst when the boy was stoned. Keith smiled at that thought. Memories of their crappy curtains going up in flames while to two would just stay there looking at it burn. Those were fun times. Eh, anytime in the city was fun time, unlike here. They probably weren’t s**t to do here. Of course, he never really lived there, only spending his summers. Unfortunately for him, that was enough to teach him that the stupid island was full of stupid morons, especially the kids. They were all little know-it-all snobby nose. Thinking they were all so much better than the others. Ah! He hoped they died during the hurricane. A Horrific, long, painful death as trees were falling over them… no, not trees, a roof. Yeah, cough under all the rubbles, still alive, hoping for help that never came…
The thought of that gave him some shivers done his spine. God he loved that feeling. Well, no. Scratch that. There wasn’t any stupid God. There were just him and Conor, that was all he needed. Both of them against the World. That was how it had worked for the last five years and both of them were more than happy with it. What he wasn’t happy with, however, was that he had just took the last breath out of his cigarette. He took another one out and passes it to Conor. Twenty nine left. ”Dude, with what we took, barely over two grand. We’ll run out of cash soon and I bet there won’t be any ******** thing of value to steal over there either. We’ll need to get a stupid job or something . Also, only twenty nine cigs left. I’ll need a smoke shop. And fast.” He told his friend as he put his left hand in his jeans pocket. A sharp pain passed through his ring finger. He knew that pain well for he had inflicted to himself many time in the past, just for fun. Usually, on on the tip of his fingers, a couple of time against his legs, and even more rarely on his arms. But tried to do those as less as possible. He didn’t use his favourite knife on himself because he was some stupid “Emo” or something. No, he just did that because the pain and the blood were exiting. This was why he loved to do it on other people the most. Seeing them twirl in pain was… aphrodisiac. Really, nothing to put him into a sexual mood than a good horror or action movie. Or even better, seeing someone getting stabbed live. It had happen twice in his life, and both moment were followed by the best sex he ever had.
Conor, of course, knew about that, just how Keith knew Conor’s love for fire. He had even let him cut him on several occasion, it was part of their trades. Now, Conor had a couple of scars a bit all around his body. No big ones, usually just deep enough to let some blood flow…
Why was he thinking about that again? Oh yeah, the junk. He removed his hand from his pocket as a couple drops of blood feel off his finger. He licked it off, as per usual. Inside his hand was a small transparent plastic bag, containing two other, smaller bags. One had a white powder and the other some sort of herbs. ”That’s all we have. We’ll last a week max with that.”
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 4:25 pm
Conor took that cigarette gleefully, but not for the nicotine rush or the indirect kiss.. Oh, god, did that cross his mind? What the ******** was he – a girl? He crinkled his nose in mild disgust at himself for even thinking of that. First of all, Keith wasn't his damned girl crush. They were best friends who ******** on occasion.. a lot of occasions.. Okay, so, it was a wonder they weren't doing it right at this moment, but Conor refused to have sex on a boat. There were some lines he wouldn't cross, especially if it had to do with his childhood memories. Best times of his life were on a boat.. Well, the most innocent best times of his life.. No, wait.. Dragging fish out of the water to watch them flop on the boat deck wasn't exactly innocent, was it? ..Yeah, he dropped that line of thought and simply took a puff of the cigarette. He was happy to be holding the source of his fascination in the same way that he could stare for hours at a burning match without the fear it was destroying his retinas or some s**t. He turned the end of the cig towards him, watching the stack of ash build up idly. No flames, but the smoke was enough.. Made his eyes water like hell, though.
“Yeah.. Need a place to crash first.” He pointed out, though he did agree with him on that last bit. They definitely needed more cigarettes. If they were only down to.. what, twenty-nine? He rolled his eyes at the countdown. Always with the numbers, like some pessimistic b***h. ..He grinned. Oh, well, he was his b***h. Now, back to the money problem.. “No one's gonna charge us much in a shithole like this.. An' there's always s**t to steal.” Didn't celebrities always come to crappy towns like this? For, what, a vacation from.. living a life of luxury? That idea kind of miffed him, annoyed him enough that he wouldn't have any qualms wrecking the first mansion he spotted. With Keith, of course. ..Probably had some dumbass horses too.. He felt his heartbeat speedup at just the thought of the big, lumbering creatures. No, attention back onto the fire.. No fire? Ah, ********. He frowned further as the cigarette was reduced to a nub. Damn Keith took more than half of the damned thing.. Then again, if Conor had spent less time watching it and more time actually smoking.. He would've gotten more than a single drag.
He sighed and dropped it to the ground, twisting his heel over it if only out of habit. Well, stealing or not.. He doubted they would rope in enough to survive even in a mediocre town like this. Let alone to get the hell back out and to the city again – they didn't really.. belong here. They were off the ferry and on the pier, looking over the beach and frowning at the rush of memories that brought. Longest home he had was here.. well, excluding the school, if that place even counted as a home. He wondered if Cliona was still here with her family.. Could probably get a few hundred out of her, maybe even a place to stay. That is if he even wanted to come back to the woman's place. He tore his eyes from the beach and looked back at Keith. Blond broad aside, what about the other one..? Nah, probably left this place like the rest of them. No kid who was raised here would stand to suffer it for long.
“Oh.. ********, man.” He muttered out as his thoughts were broken with the realization of just how.. ******** they were.. That.. That bag was it? He thought they had gotten more for the – oh. His lips spread into a grin – riiight.. The trip over.. Yeah, fine, so they almost overdosed with that, but leaving the city was a big deal. It was either standing around and moping over it or losing the feeling in their legs for a few hours.. It was obvious which was the better choice. Still, that memory didn't get rid of the dread that their stash was barely enough to get them through the week. How were they going to.. survive? Seriously, who the ******** would deal in the middle of goddamned nowhere?! Unless they started growing the s**t themselves.. He didn't garden well, though, and considering they barely had enough to pay for rent or food.. Which meant one had to go. Either they were homeless and high or starving and high.. They could steal food, couldn't steal a house for long.. “Come on, man. We're getting a place.. then we can get smokes and food. Maybe look into a job and dealer down here.” He told Keith as he headed off the pier and moved out towards the inn. If the place was even in the same spot, that is.~To ze Inn~
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:24 am
 ~Arrival~Riding on the same boat over as the two boys was the skinny Japanese boy with nothing much more than his duffel and messenger bag. His dark brown eyes scanned over the water, waiting to see his new home. How much longer... the boy thought to himself as he leaned against the edge of the boat, waiting for the beast he was riding to stop. Slowly his mind started to fade back to a not so distant memory."So I was thinking we could maybe try the American way of celebrating Christmas this year. A family thing, no? I think it's in these hard times we are suffering, it's best to stick together, don't you think so Mom?" his words were so soft and warm talking to his mother that day."I don't think that would be a very good idea Tamaki...""Why's th-" VOOM! THUD! and then the screaming began. The Japanese boy slowly turned to see that his mother was no longer standing beside him, and that the thud he just heard, was her jumping in front of the train.
I never saw it coming... The boy glanced down at his feet only to hear the sounds life, letting him know it was soon time to get off.Finally... a new beginning... With that, the boy picked up his things and started off the boat and down the rather ragged ramp towards the town. (next post in his house)
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:28 pm
A young man with greenish-black hair walked promptly and quickly off the boat that brought him here, and looked as if he hated everybody he saw, which he did. 'Whats with everybody? They're all so... happy... and smiley and... bouncing with joy...' Ciel, the young man, thought angrily. He was quite the pessimist, and hated it when people were happy for no reason, always bubbly and smiling and humming to god knows what... Ciel sighed as he tried to gain restraint over himself, being seasick, carrying luggage, and in a place where everyone is oh-so annoying didn't really help his mood much. And here he thought moving to this town would be great! Becoming independent from Francis would be a good thing, living on his own would give him life skills and social skills. He scoffed, like he would need any of that.
He looked around himself as people bustled about, chatting with friends, laughing at some jokes, kids eating candy and running around with other little kids. It just disgusted him. Why would he need to be part of that group? Sure, he was a gorgeous man-or he though of himself as one- and could make anybody his friend, but why here? Why here of all places where everybody hes talked to so far has no manners and no personal space or respect for boundaries? Really? What was he thinking when he agreed to this? He must have been drunk then... Yes... That must be it! He is the most smartest man hes ever seen! With flawless skin and beautiful amber eyes! That's the only reason he agreed to this! Alright, he might be a bit conceited, but that's about it!
Looking down at his luggage he pulled out his post office hat, he reached inside it till he touched a small journal. Looking around for a place to sit, his expression brightened ever-so-slightly when he caught sight of a bench, quickly making his way over to it. As he sat down he pulled his stuff next to him while reaching inside to pull out a small pencil. Grabbing his hat once more, he pulled the journal out and began scribbling fiercely, trying to let out his anger. After about twenty minutes, he sighed and closed it, putting it back in its spot and stuffing the pencil in his pocket. His hand felt a small paper and he pulled it out, reading what it said. He looked up and twitched, he had a long way to walk according to his map. He immediately got his stuff and made his way to the new house he bought, angered at the thought of having to walk through the town where more people would be. Muttering to himself he silently said, 'Oh well'.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
♤ C۰I۰E۰L XXXXX R۰O۰M۰A۰N۰O۰V ♤
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 10:42 pm
 Amanda Hope O'Conner♥ ♥ ♥[ Off to my Home ]
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 5:15 pm
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x❝ ─────────────────────┐  Ah, the wind was quite refreshing, wasn't it? Well, uh, maybe not. The water around these parts, especially around the harbor, was definitely not all that clear and as pleasant as Jocelyn would like it to be. Coming here wasn't exactly the best thing that Jocelyn could've done in this situation, but what else was there to do? There was a college here that was willing to accept her(purely for the storyline), and she didn't want to stay in that small dinky town any longer, no matter how much she loved all the people in it.
The girl headed from the side of the boat to the front where the captain was steering. Normally she wouldn't start conversations but this was a special occasion. Well, not really. She just wanted to go wherever home was and sleep for two days. Not like she could do that, though. "Excuse me, how much longer is it until we get to the island?" Jocelyn was a very patient person usually, but today just wasn't her day. The old man looked at his watch, then out onto the sea. "Not too much longer. Can you see the island?" No, she couldn't. Oh well. "Uh... Thanks." What else could she have said? The captain nodded and she took that as a sign to leave. She was probably bugging him, wasn't she? Oh no! Well, only a few more minutes left until she would arrive.
As the ferry slowly began to inch towards the harbor, Jocelyn started gathering up her things. As soon as the door of the ferry opened, she not-so-gracefully walked outside, tripping on her luggage and almost falling on her face. Already. This was a great start to her new life. She had only packed a small suitcase packed to the brim, and a duffle bag. These carried everything she needed to survive and wear clean clothes for at least a month. But who doesn't do laundry at least once a month? People that Jocelyn didn't want to be next to, that's for sure. Right now she was wearing dark skinny jeans and a loose, flowy shirt that reminded her of a mushroom. It was winter though, unfortunately, and she wore a black jacket with big buttons. She could wear that jacket for any outfit, really, which was why it was one of the only jackets she brought. Maybe she should've bought some clothes before she came over here. Oh well, there had to be a clothing shop around here somewhere.
Once at the harbor safely, Jocelyn waved a weak goodbye to the ferryman and watched as the boat started up again and left the harbor. She sighed loudly and looked around, as if expecting a boat to suddenly appear on the horizon with Toby in it waving, realizing that he couldn't last a day without her. Unfortunately, that was not the case. There would be no boat coming to bring her love back to her, or to take her back. She didn't really have enough money anyways. She could easily just call her foster parents to pay for a jet or whatever to pick her up, but she really couldn't bother them that way; it just wouldn't be nice at all. She would have to stay here for a while.
For some reason, Jocelyn almost started crying. This was really the first time she was somewhere completely by herself, and with a sheltered life she wasn't exactly exposed to being alone left to fend for herself. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and quickly brought it out and checked her messages. From Toby. A simple "I miss you." Well, that would get her through the day. She pressed reply and typed in a simple smiley face and a "Me too." Ooh, now she was all warm and fuzzy inside. And she was beginning to think she'd need an extra-long bath tonight because of all the stress.
Ah, well. Jocelyn stood awkwardly on the docks. She would need... a map, right? She could start wandering into the city if she really wanted to, but that would probably only make her more lost. She didn't even own a house... That was bad, wasn't it? No house, no car, no work(for now) just herself and some stuff to live, and clothes. She would probably stay at the inn for a couple nights until she could get a house or something. If they even HAD an inn. This place seemed a little remote... no offense or anything, but it was an island! Pretty far away from real civilization. But she'd heard great things about this place, and because of that made the decision to move on out here.
Jocelyn didn't want to ask anyone for directions, whether it be from fear of confrontation or pride, no one knows. But what she knew is that she wouldn't be starting conversations anytime soon. Not until she was all settled in. Of course, she would have to talk to arrange something to either get a room at the inn or buy a house or some land or... whatever you do in these rural places! Jocelyn had no idea. Did people wear straw hats and stick hay in their mouth like the movies? She sure hoped not. Well, she got cell phone reception here so at least one person had to have a cell phone or some electrical thingy that used a cell phone tower. Jocelyn shrugged, then sat down on the bench by the harbor and fished through her bag. Maybe the ferryman gave her a map or something of the place and she just threw it in there without thinking...? Hopefully that was the case. └───────────────────── ❞ x
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 5:34 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 5:55 pm
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x❝ ─────────────────────┐ What were those noises? Her phone? No... an incoming ferry? No... her map trying to tell her where it was? Nope.... perha-- BOOM. Jocelyn jumped up from the explosion. Some of the pieces had hit her legs, face, arms, and some went in her hair... And there was smoke... SMOKE? There must be a fire!! Jocelyn squealed and waved her arms through her hair and all her clothes, but there was... no fire...? She coughed, the smoke irritating her throat. She felt cloth and opened her eyes, and a girl was standing in front of her with an angry look. Being the squirrelly person she is, Jocelyn fell off the bench in surprise and landed on her back.
As she was getting harassed by this girl, all she wanted to do was go home. Go home and hug Toby, make lentil soup and eat it for dinner while watching Pride and Prejudice and then taking a nice long shower and using her favorite shampoo then sleeping for at least eight hours then waking up to a breakfast in bed of scrambled eggs, sausages and orange juice. That's all the wanted! That wasn't too much to ask, was it?
Jocelyn tried to get herself standing with her hands, but the dock, being slippery, didn't let her and sent her to the ground again. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I-I didn't do anything. All I heard was the BZZZZ BUKLOK PSSSSSSSHHHHH BANG!!! Then you started yelling at me!" She frowned and buried her face in her hands. She had the right mind to have a cry right now, this girl was being mean to her! She didn't do anything! "Here, here, here... Just... just take my money and go build a new one... yes, just go ahead and leave me alone and go build a new one with this money, because I didn't do anything! I'm innocent! Don't hurt me." She said in a whimper, taking her wallet out of her jacket pocket and flinging bills at the girl. How much was it? Well... a dollar bill, a dollar bill, and a five. Seven dollars. Wow, how impressive of her to be carrying that much going to a completely new place!
She put her hands up onto her head in a panic. That would be enough right, because she didn't have any more! Would she have to start giving her clothes? Or socks or something? Lotte looked like a girl who would enjoy a nice pair of socks. "Th-that's all I have right now, okay? Just leave me alone!" She started picking herself up and pocketed her wallet once again, and picked up her suitcase and bag and prepared to leave. She changed her mind, she WAS going into town, to escape this crazy girl. └───────────────────── ❞ x
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 6:12 pm
Without waiting for a second more, she grabbed the money that the girl was handing her. Just how much was that? Seven dollars? Well, she wouldn't go far with seven dollars! Was she trying to play the pity card? Well, that wouldn't work! The girl shoved the bills in her pocket before lifting her eyes back at Jocelyn who was... who was trying to run away! Without wasting a second, the girl ran to the mecha-mouse-wrecking girl, kicked her suitcases out of her hands and reach, and then stepped on it Putting her left hand on her waist and pointing Jocelyn with an accusing finger!
"Now, now! Where do you think you're trying to go! Seven dollars is not enough to pay me back! Especially since there's proof about your guiltiness! The winding key is in your hair after all! Where you trying to use it as an hairpin? Because if you do, you look rather silly! No, I demand a higher payment! If you don't have money, I'll take.... your cellphone!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 6:36 pm
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x❝ ─────────────────────┐ Jocelyn whimpered as Lotte kicked the suitcase out of her hand. But... it had her teddy bear and DS with Cooking Mama in there! She made a face. How quickly had these past few seconds turned from being lost to pure terror like a bad horror movie! Horrible, horrible! If this what the whole island was like she would not hesitate to swim back home. She probably wouldn't make it, but... it was better than being stuck on an island with lunatics! "No! Leave me alone. Here, take your stupid, stupid key back and go away!" She fished through her ivory hair and pulled out some weird steel thing... how did it get there? And she chucked it as hard as she could toward the girl... which wasn't very hard. Come on, it's Jocelyn! Little girl tears were falling from her face now. It wasn't very often that she didn't cry when she got mad, or afraid. She was both right now, unfortunately. "I'll... work until I pay you back! I just need to find a job! Please! Be a nice girl and just let me at least move in and get settled and get a job somewhere." Jocelyn said quietly, her throat getting raw from squealing out protests. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and apparently Lotte saw or heard it and pointed to it. No! Absolutely not! This phone was the most important thing to her right now, and she would never give it to some maniac girl and her stupid bomb mouse. And what was she trying to do anyway? Blow her up? That's a nice way to welcome new residents! Jocelyn pulled the phone out from her pocket, not to check the message but to keep it away from Lotte. "NO, NO! You can't have my phone! Ever!" She held it high in the air above both of their heads. Sure, Jocelyn wasn't very tall but the girl was shorter! She could never have her phone! NEVER. She would protect it with her life. She wouldn't even hesitate to... to... push the girl into the dirty water! Yes, then she could escape with her life and tell the police or the mayor or whatever. Whoever would listen to her. ;^; └───────────────────── ❞ x
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 6:53 pm
Oh? She would work until she paid her off? Well, that seamed more than reasonable. "Alright then! Keep your cellphone! But you better work off to get me my money back! With interests! Don't you dare miss a payment, or else, I will just take your phone away from you!" The girl said pushing he suitcase back toward her. She should have probably jumped on it a couple of times in order to destroy whatever was inside, making them square, but... getting money was so much more interesting. And now she would even get interests! She would make a profits! Maybe she should use that idea as a way to scam people into giving her more money. That was worth thinking it over sometime when she was bored... which was practically never. Oh well. "So, what's your name and where do you live? I need to know that to make surprise visit to you in the middle of the night, asking for a payment! And don't you dare lying to me..." She stopped talking for a moment. A very, very, long moment in which she simply stared a the girl, doing nothing else than that. "... because I will find you."
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:34 pm
Amanda Hope O'Conner♥ ♥ ♥ Driving her cherry red jeep wrangler towards the dock to take some pictures Amanda noticed a commotion near where the dock and land met up. Why is that little girl terrorizing that other girl who's coveting something? Amanda briefly debated about interfering in the debate but decided it was a good idea as things played out some between the two. Sighing to herself and putting the jeep in park Amanda placed her camera safetly inside her large cross body purse and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Locking the doors behind her and walking towards the problem she heard the girl who was being terrorized exclaim "NO, NO! You can't have my phone! Ever!" Amanda smiled, apparently it was an 'important' issue between the two.
Walking up the the two she managed to hid her smile, although it was hard considering what she had overheard. "What seems to be the problem girls? From the looks of it you," pointing to Lotte, "are absolutly terrifiying this other girl. And she's probably new to Nirvani considering her bag is right here! Besides why are you threatening to take her phone? The only person who has the right to take a phone away is a mother and I don't believe your hers." Sighing Amanda turned slightly and looked at Jocelyn, "Hello there and welcome to Nirvani. I'm not the newest person on the island anymore it seems. I'm sorry though that your this upset. My name's Amanda by the way." Smiling she stuck her hand out in a gesture for welcoming the girl. "If you need anything at all I hope you won't mind asking me. The people that I've managed to meet so far have been kind and so I wish to be just as kind." [ Off to the Dock ]
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