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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 11:51 pm
It was a pretty mellow afternoon. Samson Colt was passing his free time (well it was ALL free time, since there was no school yet), lazing around in the summer grass; it felt cool against his skin, a refreshing break from the end of summer heat. his dark hair almost disappearing into the bark of the tree he was under and consequently using a slight pillow. It wasn’t a comfortable pillow, but good enough for using at his slight angle.
What was he doing there? Pretty much nothing. From an outside perspective it probably looked like he was being an emo teenager, moping about with nothing better to do. That was half true really, moping with nothing better but not exactly being emo about it. Sam had spent the earlier parts of the day walking around town looking for trouble, not powered up but keeping a watchful eye. It had been an uneventful day. Now, he was content to lay back in the shade, his figure obscured by grass and his tree, lazily watching the clouds in the sky. For whatever reason, the clouds captivated him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:59 am
Being outside was just the best place to be when you were trying to calm down. And after the events of nearly being dropped off of a roof, Juniper felt she deserved a break where she could just chill and party under the warm August sun.
She had a Frisbee that she was tossing in the air and trying to catch before it hit the ground, and so far this had proved to be delightful entertainment. But, of course there had to be a snag in it somewhere, and that snag just happened to be laying on the ground…and she had just happened to throw the Frisbee…and well.
This wasn’t pokemon. You just couldn’t catch ‘em all.
It was as though the Frisbee was in slow motion as it flew towards the boy laying on the ground…and when it made contact, Juniper winced. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Finally she ran over, having stopped halfway there to just stare stupidly at the progress the plastic disk was making. Hey, there was no sense for her to have tripped over the poor boy as well. No sense at all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 12:01 pm
Sam was jolted out of his summer laze as something hard and plastic hit him on the head. A few inches higher and it would have just it the tree, but this Frisbee seemed hell-bent on making contact with the boy. The Frisbee left an angry looking red mark on Sam’s temple.
Sam’s sugary brown eyes darted around to see where it had come from as he rubbed the spot the Frisbee hit. “Yeah…. Sure. I’m alright.” His free hand picked up the Frisbee and gently waved it the girl. “This is yours I guess?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 12:12 pm
Juniper shook her head, looking very rather horrified at the mark that her darn Frisbee left on the boy, but then realized that he had asked a question. “Huh? Oh yeah. It’s mine. I’m so sorry. Do you need ice? Or a bandaid? Or uh. Some ice cream? I don’t even know. It just got away from me and I didn’t want to trample you to get to it and…” She was rambling, she knew. But she had hit someone and it wasn’t even funny.
She was sure it would be amusing later, but right now, right now it just seemed like the worst possible thing ever. “Honestly, let me do something to make it up to you…or…or we could just play catch with it…and maybe you can get lucky and hit me in the forehead?”
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