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Post by bree fisher on Jan 12, 2008 23:22:31 GMT -5
Annabel squinted at the sun through the treetops, trying not to think of her old school. It had been so long since she'd seen a clear sunny day, eventually she had to just grin like an idiot and lay out in the grass like a silly fifteen year old girl. Her iPod on, All-American Rejects blasting, she just relaxed and laid in the sun for the first time in God knows how long.
[yes, it's cliche, but my muse just like, went off and died.]]
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Post by Dakota on Jan 12, 2008 23:37:49 GMT -5
It was like a normal day for Kaleb. He got up, took a shower and put on his board shorts and a thin Hanes t-shirt that gripped around his muscles. He would grab his ipod, car keys and phone, put in his headphones, put his phone in his pocket and go out to his car. He would turn it on, crank the metal or hard rock up on his ipod, and drive his shiny steel grey porsche carrera gt out to the nearest starbucks, buy a decaf coffee, and head over to the plantation. He parked his car along the grounds, locked his car, and threw away the remaining coffee.
Now, he always had a different route, depending on where he parked that day. So, today he had parked along the north side of the plantation, and would have to cut across to get to the lake. He started to jog a little, the breeze pushing his to go faster until he was at a dead run, already beginning to take off his shirt as he saw the water. As his shirt was being pulled over his eyes and he was blind for a split second, he stepped on something on the ground and stumbled forward, stopping, shirt in hand to look back at what had happened. He saw the girl on the ground and his mouth dropped open.
[Oh shit...im so sorry!]
He said, not sure where he had stepped on her.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 12, 2008 23:47:14 GMT -5
Annabel would have just fallen asleep out there, but she was awakened by all the breath being knowcked out of her lungs with an oof!. She looked up drowsily, rubbing her now sore stomach with one hand. She got up, wincing a little as her once broken leg protested. She liefted up her shirt and looked at her flat stomach, strong from years of rowing. Nah, it's fine. I've had worse, I play rugby. She smiled up at him, a pretty little smile that hid her normal self from him. Why not appear as a shallow fifteen-year-old for now? she thought, and held out her hand. I'm Annabel Fisher, she said, wondering if he'd recognize her last name.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 13, 2008 0:01:50 GMT -5
Kaleb ran his fingers through his hair, pacing a little, as he saw where he hit her. He closed his eyes and stopped, taking out the one headphone and turning off his ipod. He looked up at the sky, still unable to believe what just happened and exhaled deeply. [IM Kaleb McAffee. You absolutley sure your alright?] He was pretty concerned, because at 160 lbs, all targeted in one area, it was sure to leave a nice bruise. He slipped his shirt back on and sighed heavily, angry with himself that he let this happen to a girl.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 13, 2008 0:12:43 GMT -5
Annabel smiled. Nah, really. I've had...much worse., she said, thinking while not thinking about the last night she spent in NYC.
She'd had worse, indeed.
She shook her head getting rid of past memories. She took out her headphones and rubbed her stomach absentmindedly. Her body, so used to generous amounts of coffee all day, grumbled for caffiene. She looked up at him. If you really feel that bad, then do you want to get a coffe or something? Because I am dying for some caffiene. It feels like days, even though its probably been hours. She gave him a half-smile, hoping hed say yes, because she had no idea where to get coffee here.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 13, 2008 0:29:55 GMT -5
He smirked and listened to her talk, watching her rub her stomach. He nodded and pulled the keys out of his pocket, swinging them around on his fingers a bit.
[sure, but we have quite a walk...]
He said, starting off the way he came, knowing she would follow if she really had a craving for caffeine that bad. He looked around at the sights h missed while he was running, the leaves slowly slowly changing color even though it was still summer, and all the birds and the high soft grass planted under his DC's. He stopped for a minute to fix his shoe and scratch at a bite or a sting on his leg before he continued on. When they got to the car he unlocked the door of his Porsche Carrera, which still smelt like the decaf coffee he had about 20 minutes before. He had stayed quiet most of the way t the car, when he realized he was just feeding her addiction to caffeine.
[You know coffee is awfully bad for you?]
How hyppocritical. He just had one. He grunted a little, thinking this over and sighed.
[Starbucks sound good?]
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 13, 2008 0:37:41 GMT -5
She tensed up a little bit as she got into his car, her mind flying back to the last time she'd been in a car with a guy. He seemed the nice sort. So why was her heart going a millon miles an hour?
She snorted when he warned her against coffee. His car reeked of it, in a warm, feel-good, comfy way. Dude, considering all the things that've been put in my body over the past couple years, coffee is the least of m problems.
It helped her forget how nervous she was for a second. But only a second. She smiled a little shakily when he asked about Starbucks. Starbucks sounds great, she said. During Winter training I had this habit of running to the Starbucks near my house and getting coffee to make it back. She smiled again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear shyly.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 13, 2008 23:22:58 GMT -5
Kaleb smiled a little, putting the key in the ignition and openeing the windows from his side panel. He looked at her, listening intently and smirked.
He was joking around a bit and laughed when she was talking about her winter training. The fact is, he used to do that too, way back when he was a freshman and going out for the soccer team. He watched her fidget a little, her sorta obvious flirting and he smiled a little more, thinking it was just a crush. He wasn't too sure with girls these days anymore.
[How's your stomach?]
He was concerned, even though it had been an accident he still would be upset if he hurt her.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 14, 2008 18:53:06 GMT -5
She got up on her honor a little bit now. What, she couldn't take a punch...step....whatever? I am perfectly fine, she said. I'd be a pretty poor athlete if I couldn't deal with being stepped on, now wouldn't I?
Annabel was one of those 'natural flirt' people. Her behavior, once she let her guard down, was flirty, with guys or girls, or hell, even horses if that was who she was talking to.
She grimaced when she thought about some of the stuff she'd gone up and done before she had gotten serious about sports. Yeah, maybe you shouldn't ask about it. she said shyly, twisting a lock of blonde hair around her scarred-up thumb.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 20, 2008 18:13:47 GMT -5
ooc: sorry that took me so long to respond
bic:
He bit his lip cautiously. He never really interrupted when somebody was quiet but sometimes be objected. [Well its not like i weigh 10 lbs. More like 180.] He stated, listening to her trying to be tougher and mightier than she looked. [Well, when i stepped on you, you could have been anything. You could have been a model in a swimsuit competition and i could have bruised you. there was no way of me knowing your an athlete.]
He trailed off a little, finally pulling into a parking spot at the starbucks. He got out of his car and waited until she did the same before locking the doors and heading towards the coffee shop. He opened the door for her and waited until she was in before following.
[so what do you want. no espresso shots either missy.]
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 20, 2008 22:44:42 GMT -5
She was only half listening as she looked around the little town they drove around now. She smiled absentmindedly. Awesome. You think I could pass for a model.
She was thinking about propective coffees when she realized what she'd said. She froze. Uhh...
She was grateful when he gave her something else to think about. Nah, expressos are way too bitter for me. I always get way stung out and anxious. Just..black coffee. I don't go for all the foam and crap like the little cheerleaders. She smiled, trying to cover her earlier slip up.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 20, 2008 23:11:49 GMT -5
He rubbed his hands together, standing in line with her. This must be a pretty awkward scene and all. I mean...a 15 year old girl getting coffee with a senior at riscendo high. That was sure to spark some of the foam loving cheerleaders gossip up a level or two. As they made their way up to the counter he tried to make small talk. He was wondering himself why he was flirting with her. She's only jailbait. Im mean...come on. [Who's your bio teacher? What do you want to do after high school?] you know...the usual small talk. safe, friendly. as the line finally dispersed with their steaming coffee's in hand, he ordered.
He payed and went to stand in a smaller line to pick up the order. [Do you wanna drink this here or go?]
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 20, 2008 23:26:24 GMT -5
She smiled. She looked behind her, where an Ashley Tisdale look-alike was crouched over the back of her chair hungrily for gossip. Annabel rolled her eyes and turned around.
He gave her her coffee and she took it, lifting up the top and inhaling its warm, rich coffee-smell. She smiled shyly. I probably look like some kind of drug addict. Uhh...wherever you want to drink these is fine. Thanks for feeding my addiction. She looked back at the Ashley Tisdale clone again and swerved to the other side of Kaleb, out of her view.
There was a time when she had lived for this kind of scandal, but it'd all gone out of her after the Accident. She smiled up at Kaleb, shielding her eyes from the sun. I'll remember not to scratch up my face... and it probably is illegal...but something tells me that none of the students here have ever stopped doing something because it was illegal. She raised an eyebrow. She may be fifteen, but she wasn't stupid.
I have Williams for bio, since you asked. And for after high school...I don't know, I'll pick dandelions or something. I don't know what I want to do. I don't even have some kind of precognition like Bree and Jeremy and the rest of my overachieving family.
She took a sip from her coffee as he mulled this over. Then she smiled. Now it's my turn for interrogation. You are way closer to your actual, non-high-school-influenced life than I am. So if I were you I'd be hauling ass in the career-choosing department. What do you wanna do?
She took another long sip of her coffee, delighting in the bitter infusion of caffiene into her bloodstream. She sighed, content. She was such an addict.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 21, 2008 17:07:57 GMT -5
He nodded and listened intently. Of course she looked like an addict. She was like drooling over the coffee. [You could say that. I mean not many 15 year old girls drink black coffee...but i'd rather drink it here. I dont need my car smelling like coffee. I spill alot.] He admitted. He had never been in an accident before, but he has had to stop suddenly a few times to avoid an accident. Sometimes that does affect the air time of the coffee hitting the windshield. Like in his old Lambo. He laughed a little to himself, thinking about how bad his car smelt the rest of the month. [Just because they do it doesn't mean I do. Im not like the other kids here.] He was getting a little defensive but calmed down at her answers to his earlier questions. [Sometimes its better not to know. Not to tell anyone. If you do something they dont like then they wont support you.] He smirked a little and rolled his eyes, knowing where this was going to go. He ran his fingers through his hair and tossed it about a bit. [Well I like biology. Im pretty good at math so i guess chemistry. Maybe psychology.] He took a sip of his iced coffee, pretty content with his answer and looked at her, eyebrow raised in a skeptical look.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 21, 2008 18:42:23 GMT -5
Annabel relaxed a little. She hadn't realized how tensed she was. Good to know you're not some spoilt rich freak, I said, smiling a true smile. I snort as I think about his remarks on my coffee drinking. I figured...what the hell. I'm already 5'7" and I'd rather not be much taller, and all the other crap coffee could do to me has already been done. Besides, it's all I can do to get through midterms.
She mulled over his response to her job questions. Awesome. I'm in the presence of Riscendo's intellectual elite. She grinned lopsidedly. But hey, if that's what you want to do, don'tlet anyone stand in the way. Although I guess you probably already know that.
I guess if I'd want to do something I'd want to...GOd, this is going to sound really cheesy. But I'd really like to write and direct movies. Like, to know all the meanings behind the words an actor is supposed to say and kind of quide that. It always seems to me that a lot of stuff in movies gets kind of lost in translation, you know?
She sipped her coffee. Yum yum, her body said.
[[muse committed hari kari, sorry]]
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Post by Dakota on Jan 21, 2008 19:18:50 GMT -5
Kaleb shrugged. Thinking of his med classes he's taken at the community college to get extra credits for the semester he missed. He laughed a little, smiling. [Coffee doesn't stunt your growth, hate to burst your bubble. It just boosts your nervous system for a short while.] He shook his head and drank his coffee, still laughing. He let her continue and shook his head. [Intellectual elite my ass. I failed about 6 classes in my high school career. But movie production seems cool. You learn alot about that in film class your junior year. And your right, alot of the authors motives and meanings do get translated wrong by actors who can't really deceipher the wording or their just too headstrong to listen. Alot of movies turned out as failures because of that.]
he watched her drink her coffee and smirked. [Now, Annabel, would you like to talk about your addiction?] He said in his best psychologist voice.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 22, 2008 17:38:17 GMT -5
I faked tears at his phony-shrink interrogation. I don't know, it just, keeps me going. It seems the only thing that loves me in life is my coffee. She grinned, trying to control her laughter.
I wonder if there are people who actually say that. Probably. I bet you somewhere out there there are nuts who talk to their heroin needles. I have, thankfully, not reached the point where I need to talk to my coffee cup.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 22, 2008 22:58:17 GMT -5
Kaleb was extremely amused for a moment there. That was a little weird but extremely dramatic and hilarious at the same time. He couldnt help but laugh and was thankful that his mouth wasn't full of coffee. He Sighed after a bit and rubbed his hands on his pant legs, warming them up from the cold cup he was holding. [Maybe your just telling me that and secretly when you go home you'll be telling it how sorry you are for not talking to it earlier.] He raised his eyebrows and looked out the window as an ambulence went speeding by, honking as people didn't pull over to the side to let them go. He gave a disgruntled look, annoyed at the people and the noise in which the headstrong people only provoked with their stupid actions. [So anyways. Nobody really likes to talk about school. I should have realized that. Uhhh...Wht do you like to do? Besides sports and talking to coffee cups? That much I know about you already.] He smiled and took another sip of his iced coffee. This was a pretty free range question and for Kaleb to ask someone something like this was rare. He was never sure what to expect so he typically stuck with straight answer questions.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 23, 2008 18:54:43 GMT -5
She smiled. She patted the coffe cup lovingly. It's okay, little buddy, she said, planting a little kiss on its rim.
She shrugged. I spent last spring season playing soccer and rowing for the college. So with all that I kind of had no life. I like to write, a lot. And on the weekends...well, I'd probably go out with my friends, but I just got here, so I'm kind of lacking on the friend front.
She tensed as the ambulance went by. All her memories came back, her and Chase, Chase puncing her, Chase on top of her, and then the ambulance came.
She came out of it mercifully quick this time. She had also managed not to spill her coffee. She was getting to be normal again, right? No reason to tell.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 23, 2008 22:35:13 GMT -5
Kaleb was a little intrigued by her reaction to the ambulence. He had alsmot since forgot what she had said before about coffee and friends. He decided not to ask, as not to get too personal. He laughed a little then and stared at the brim of her coffee cup. [Sports does do that to you. You didn't mak any friends on the teams when you played or anything?] He was curious about her, and all of these things she did. It was like she was from another planet...and he just wanted to know more about her to better understand life and to learn from her, even though she is young. He had learned from experience to ask kids younger than him their opinion because their not afraid to say things and whatever is on their mind. He finished his drink and set it down, small ice fragments clinging to the sides of thr plastic cup.
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