LUKE .
I was still dancing rather goofily--too drunk to care if I looked stupid--and laughing my head off with the group of people I was hanging with, when someone said hey. I looked up, grinning and still laughing, and saw it was Naomi. "Oh hey, Mi," I said, smiling back. I gave a little wave, then laughed again.
so going for the Captains son! dunno if you allow reserves, but if so, reserve him for me?
LUKE .
I let her pull me away from the dancing crowd, still smiling as alcohol raced through my system. I didn't know where we were going, but I didn't really care anyway. Then we reached the staircase and she pulled me towards her, kissing my neck. My eyes widened, but I didn't pull away. It was just a little bit of a shock--even in my addled state--seeing as we had been just friends for a long time. I had always had a girlfriend, she had always had a boyfriend or at least another friend with benefits; it would have never worked to be more. I guess now though I was single and she was as well, and we were both drunk as hell. And it wasn't like this wasn't a proposal or anything.
Then she asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. "Whats upstairs?" I asked, my grin still wide and my eyes bright. Then I laughed. "Your so beautiful, Mi." My tone was light and airy as I took a piece of her hair and twisted it around my finger.
[shadow=black,left]SAM .[/shadow]
[size=7pt]Now listening to "Congratulations" by Sleeping With Sirens, I skateboarded up to the school then flipped my board into my hands. Tucking it under an arm I continued up the stairs and to the front entrance of St. Marys, all the while singing along softly--quiet enough that it didn't bother the people around me. Then I walked in and started down the hall. Around me people milled about, chatting with friends they hadn't seen all summer and flirting with each other. Me though, I was just looking around for my best friend and pretty much only friend, Casey. But of course, I couldn't find her. She was probably already in the band room. Shrugging, I headed to my locker. Then the song on my phone changed to "Vices" by Memphis May Fire, and I started air guitaring. When I reached my locker I glanced sideways at the guy leaning on the one beside mine. He had his headphones in a seemed pretty preoccupied with the sleeves of his hoodie; I wondered what he was listening to. Of course, though, I wasn't going to be rude and bother him or anything. I opened my locker and put my skateboard in, then everything but my binder and phone, and shut it.[/size]
ooc; oh my uh...wow..three pages already 0.0 short recap maybe? c:
[shadow=black,left]SAM .[/shadow]
[size=7pt]Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guy glance at me and smile a little, and heard him give a small chuckle. I wondered what he was thinking. I had never seen him before, nor did I even know his name, but he seemed pretty cool. He liked music anyway by the looks of it; and anyone who liked music was awesome in my book. Unless, of course, it was that sh*tty excuse for music they call hip hop. Like, you know, Katy Perry for example. (No, I'm not going to pull the Justin Beiber card--we all know he sucks already, so why the hell do we just keep bringing it up? If we really hate the kid, best thing for it is to ignore the little sh*t.) Anyway, I had all my stuff ready for first period--which reminded me. I leaned against my locker, next to the guy--though I made sure I didn't bump into him, he looked like he was in the zone, mouthing lyrics--and took out my schedule from my binder. "Bones Exposed" by Of Mice and Men blaring in my ears, I searched for my first period class in the sea of letters. I was dyslexic, so it was hard for me to read and do math problems a lot. It sucked. I gave a small groan when I saw what it was: Geometry. That stuff was killer.[/size]
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ZENA EMERY SALINAZ .
19. Head Medic.
[size=8][font=georgia]Zena had so far just been wandering about, bored out of her mind; which, if you ask her, was very unusual. On any normal day she would be bandaging wound after wound, smearing disinfecting salve on angry red, pussy infections, and cleaning up after Sam while at the same time wacking the guy upside the head. Yeah, that had basically been her normal for a while now. Especially the part about Sam---God, that guy was a walking disaster. He would follow her around like a lost puppy, wanting to help with his big eyes and cute little smile, but just make a nuisance of himself. It was really annoying.
A soft sigh escaping her lips, Z leaned against a wall, tired of wandering. She was on the lower floor now, though she had been upstairs, and felt she would let everyone else continue searching for useful things. She leaned her head against the cold plaster of the wall, lost in thought. She remembered what it had been like back in the old days, back in college; all she had cared about were her pristine grades. Now it was the god d*mn apocalypse, and the simple letters that used to matter so much in her mind now seemed just that---simple. "Everyone quiet! Brynne, Sam, Belle, follow me. We're going to check out the basement." The voice of Cooper, their leader, lead Z back to the present. She suddenly grinned. Basement? That sounded spooky---a.k.a, loads of fun. Before she could head in the direction the head hanchos voice had come from, however, she realized there was a bunch of medical supplies scattered on a table, with Katie standing nearby. "You found all this, Kate? Nice job. Pretty good score," she said, examining the salvage. Flashing her a smile once finished, she gave a thumbs up and then walked toward the basement. Maybe they needed her, maybe not, but she wanted to help. Once she reached the staircase that lead down into the dark, she grinned once more and pulled out a flash light, heading down the steps. Her knee-high converse made hardly any noise, thankfully. If the steps beneath her had squeaked, that would have been even more irritating then Sam with ace bandages.
When she got down there she flashed her light around, quickly finding the others. "Need a Doctor?" she inquired. Her facial expression was neutral now; she was only partially kidding. Now and days her expertise was needed quite often.
[b]ooc; apologize for the crappy quality of this, I'm on my phone c:
//appears out of thin air
IM DYING. IM DYING OF LAUGHTER. IT WILL BE MY CAUSE OF DEATH IN THE NEWSPAPERS. SAM AND DEAN WILL FIND MY BODY IN A MORGUE, THINKING THERES SOMETHING FISHY ABOUT DEATH BY LAUGH, BUT THEY WILL DISCOVER THERE WAS NOTHING SUPERNATURAL ABOUT IT. IT WAS THISSSSSSSSSSS.
(I'm sorry i don't know why this is so funny I'm probably just crazy so yea ill go now)
winchy you reserved the loner guy for me? thanks so much love! hehe yea i was gonna ask for him c; working on form now
hiya lovelies. cx
i have this plottish thing in mind where someone is a new kid ( maybe my character, seth, or someone else i dunno ) and they pretty much just wreck havoc on their first day. perhaps along the lines that they start flirting with someones bf/gf, or spread rumors? just an idea.
a horribly vague idea, but an idea
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ZENA EMERY SALINAZ .
19. Head Medic.
[size=8][font=georgia]Zena rolled her eyes as Sam made a mess of things once again. He was the same as always: a walking disaster. With another sigh she crossed her arms around her chest, now just as bored as she had been upstairs. It didn't appear anything down here was as interesting as she had hoped---just a bunch of dusty rations and cat food, apparently. Then Z gave a small smile as Belle began speaking to her, nodding as she kept eye contact. The girl seemed a bit frightened--she could tell from her body language and eyes--but Zena also knew she was a great addition to the group. She had her own kind of bravery. Giving a smirk at Belle's light-hearted joke at Sam's expense, then nodding to her proposal of getting back to work, she followed Sam's path of ruin farther into the depths of the basement. She walked quietly and was silent as she walked with the flashlight, peering around for anything interesting. "Can you stop playing with that thing?" she snapped at Sam, his incessant yo-yoing getting on her nerves. She turned to glare at him, flashing the light in his face. "And, just so you know, the goal is to make less noise than a symphony, not more." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm as she glared daggers.
XAVIER JAMES GREYMARK .
Beep. Beep. Bee--- Two and a half beeps, Off. Now up.
Xavier first gently tapped the "off" button on his alarm clock, making sure to time it exactly right. Then he pushed himself up and into a sitting position on his bed. Now feet. He dropped his legs, allowing his feet to hit the soft, carpeted bedroom floor at the exact same time. It had to be perfect, or he would have to do it again; and then, of course, he would be off schedule the whole rest of the day. And he couldn't have that. Good. Now for standard clothing---pants first, remember. He coached himself in his daily routine, even though he gone through the motions about a thousand times. It just helped to be careful, was all; mother always said to be meticulous in everything he did.
Standing up straight, careful to have impeccable posture even in the early morning, Xavier walked over to his closet, twisting the brass knob and carefully swinging the door open. Inside were rows upon rows of the same shirt, pants, boxers, and socks. All shirts were standard issue grey and white polos---short-sleeved of course---and never varied from a size medium in mens. All pants were black Levi's, also never varying in size, though these were classified as 29 in mens. Boxers were all plain grey, size medium, and all socks were pure, bleached white. Without hesitation, Xavier reached up and selected the pair of pants, shirt, boxers, and socks that were marked "Monday." Quickly he slipped them on---a fresh pair of boxers first, then pants, then shirt, then finally socks. Always in that order. Every day.
Patterns are everything, he told himself.
wip
I'm halfway through season 8. so close yet so far...
yessss season 5 is like da best <3
