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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 22, 2010 22:41:56 GMT -5
the new year's winter air was carried along by a gentle breeze. the park in st. isleng was dylan's escape from the blank walls of st. helena institute. all dylan wanted to do was sit around today. something dylan rarely did. the boy was known for being intense, only allowing himself to chill out with a cigarette or drink in his hand. other than those occasions, he was always drawing, always doing homework, always reading. he was his own version of a workaholic. but being shot changes things some. he needed out of his dorm, the school today.
laying his drawing notebook besides him on the bench he sat on, he relaxed his head against the bench backing. he yawned before taking a drag of a cigarette, despite having a good night's sleep. dylan was blaming the pain medicationt he prescribed him. before he never considered taking any of the prescriptions they wanted shove down his throat but he relented once the pain was getting bad... now he was just always sore and stiff. He had lost some weight too or so the doctor said. But the doctor was pleased with his fast recovery.
ooc; crappeh
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 23, 2010 13:49:06 GMT -5
Charlotte was busy working on her latest piece - the one she had played for Dylan when they had first made up. Her music tutor had informed her of a talent show, contest thing of sorts and wanted Charlie to enter it so she was trying to come up with the right ending. Having spent several hours in the music room at the piano or laying on the floor to try and get some inspiration, or pacing, or singing some random songs, she decided that she had to get out of there before she got a little crazy. Humming quietly to herself she slipped into some shoes again and pulled her coat on. A nice walk sounded appealing to her and she began to move towards the park. A couple times she'd heard kids talk about the park near by but had never been there herself, so today sounded like as good a day as any to check it out.
Charlotte had been spending a lot of time on her piece and hadn't seen much of anyone - be it Dylan or Blaze or any of her other slightly less significant friends. It had been just her an the piano for a while but it was getting a little carried away. Charlie felt like she would go insane. No matter what she tried, the ending just wasnt coming along. She hadnt told her teacher yet - he had been so excited and confident that she'd win or something that she just kind of kept everything to herself for a while. But it was time to break the isolation.
A soft smile crept across her lips as she enterred the park grounds. What else was she missing out on? It was a perfect little place, it looked like something out of a movie... She was excited to explore. And then her eyes drifted to the familiar figure on a bench and she grinned. Go figure, but she hadnt seen Dylan in ages and it was time to catch up. So the girl made her way over to him and sat down with a friendly hello.
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 holy shipwrecks
where did all these words come from? haha
haha, soo i never read that thread xD
so ill know as much as charlie does, lol
i might read it though when i have time xP
unless you want to summarize
ooorrrr i can just find out as charlotte does haha
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 23, 2010 15:56:43 GMT -5
He had been so deep in thought that when she sat down beside him, he jumped a little. He smiled, amused that it was only Charlie. Was it weird to be disappointed that it wasn't Kara who sat down to dare him to do something crazy? Just to see if the shot didn't make him lose his fire to not back down from them? He knew though the exact second Charlie sat that it wasn't her... He could imagine Kara sitting down there for a while like some ghost before he finally realized she was there. She was quiet and sneaky like that.
"Hey..." he said, looking at her. Long time no see...? No, don't get him wrong. He liked Charlie alot. And he definitely welcomed her presence more than say... Lacey, Jaycie, or Zaley. He was nervous when he had to see them even if it's just walking past one of them in the hall. And who the hell can blame him? Anyone with a 'ie' sound on the end was dangerous it seemed. Charlotte was his friend, probably the most normal person he knew and he was glad to have a friendship with her. Just... he didn't exactly see her around when he was in a hospital bed. Not that he was angry or held a grudge, he didn't care if she cared... really! He moved his art pad to his lap to give her more room. "How're you doing?"
ooc; haha that's fine. he can fill you both in! XD [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 23, 2010 16:09:36 GMT -5
"I've been good I guess... this song is kicking my butt though" Charlotte sighed. "Remember the one I played for you the other day? Well, Mr. Sanders said that he wanted me to play it in that talent contest thing, and he was all excited... I was trying to finish it but it just wont come to me" Charlie shrugged, letting her worries roll off her shoulders. Being anxious about it wouldn't help. "What have you been up to lately?" she asked him curiously, in a talking mood. Living in the music room for a few days did that to a person. Poor Charlotte was completely unaware of Dylan getting shot and all that. Gossip wasnt something she listened to or even paid attention to hardly at all. Not that a lot of people talked to her about drama and all that fun stuff.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 23, 2010 16:36:34 GMT -5
The way she went on about her song convinced Dylan she really didn't know what's been happening. Or maybe she was shallow and he didn't see it before? Or! She's been taking too many pills. He nodded. "I'm sure you'll come up with something." he answered, wondering if she was really up for playing in front of an audience again. He'd go and this time he'd make it a point not to drink anything.
She was more talkative than usual, it was either pills or a stir-craziness she had from spending all her time composing music. 'What have you been up to lately?' okay, so she really didn't know did she? It only made him laugh inwardly to himself. "Uhm." he mumbled and smirked. "I was shot by some crazy bitch." he said it without any emotion, just indifference and amusement. He wanted to see her reaction. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 23, 2010 16:45:42 GMT -5
Charlotte had been about to tell him something about her song but then he told her he was shot. Her eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped "Oh my god! Are you serious? Im sorry, I didnt know.. what happened?" Her words were all running together. She felt absolutely terrible. Why had no one told her? Who shot him and why? You would think, something of this caliber - no pun intended - would be huge news. Was she really that sheltered that she didnt know these things. Charlotte was really upset with herself, what kind of friend didnt even know when their best friend got shot?
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 23, 2010 17:47:15 GMT -5
It was confirmed. "You really didn't know?" he asked with a sincerity behind it. Questions started coming out of Charlotte in torrents. He shrugged... what happened indeed. He began to tell her the story. "Uhm... well, this schitzo girl thought I wanted to kill her. I have no idea why she'd think that, all I did was say something to her once. Then she and this crackhead came after me in the parking lot, yelling and stuff. At first it was just that, yelling but then she stabbed her friend and pulled out the gun." It was still unreal to him, like a movie or an especially bad dream rather than something that's happened to him.
"Yeah, uhm, got me here." forcing a smirk, he lifted his shirt to the stitches on his stomach. A battle wound that was garunteed to leave a scar, at least that was kind of cool. "She was having a meltdown, crying, apologizing and I tried to get her to give me the gun and knife but she..." he paused quietly for a moment, thinking on it. Having passed out at the scene, his memory was a little shaky. "She just cut up her arms and passed out." he left out how that made him puke. Not a very fine moment.
"Jaycie, the girl who was stabbed left me there with her to go to the hospital. So I tried to carry her there. Thank God, someone found us and took her... Uhm, I guess they thought the blood was all hers? Cause they left me." he laughed a shallow laugh. "Jaycie found me, tried to drag me there, cussing me out trying to keep me awake. I just passed out but someone else had found us I guess and got us to the hospital wing." [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 23, 2010 22:53:47 GMT -5
Charlotte just stared at him with a deeply concerned and upset look on her face as he explained everything calmly and as if he was just telling her the weather. "And no one told me?" she blurted out finally, turning away from him and clenching her fists around the edge of the bench. "Dylan Im sorry, I had no idea, I would have been there, or... made you cookies or a get well card or something... im sorry," she repeated, feeling one hundred percent miserable that she had been completely oblivious and unable to help out her friend. "Are the other girls okay too? What happened to them?" she asked "When did all this happen?" Charlotte was just beside herself and all her words were coming out at once. She could not feel any dumber, or lame, at this very moment in time. He must hate her, for never showing up or saying anything. And all this time she'd been worried about her stupid stupid song, and Dylan could have died! she never would have known! Charlie just was in a state of shock and disbelief.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 23, 2010 23:43:50 GMT -5
Okay, he liked the look of concern on her face. It was a nice change, all right? Everyone likes to feel like they matter sometime... Charlie was good for that. He shrugged when she blurted out her first question. "Guess not." Whoa, she was really taking this harder than he thought! She was practically spacing out on him.
"Made me cookies?" he laughed softly, watching her feel bad. "They're both fine. She's on a better medication now or something, they're talking about how they may move her somewhere else I think." he explained. Those two were back to normal he guessed. Jaycie's probably back out doing crack and the other was hanging out with her sister. "Hm, two or three weeks ago?" he answered lazily.
She was still all upset and Dylan regretted having told her. "Calm down. No one died." he said. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 24, 2010 16:08:03 GMT -5
Dylan finally told her to calm down and Charlotte sighed, leaning back and relaxing her shoulders. He was right, no one had died, and everyone was okay. But she still felt bad. Plus, it had happened long enough ago that she felt she should have found out. "But still... Im making you cookies anyways. For being so lame and not even knowing..."
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since the cbox is beeeinnggg stupid!
what else was gonna happen in this one? >.> i dont know what to write and i feel incredibly lame just posting like fifty words, lol.
so iffff there was something else that was sposed ta happen ill add onto this xD haha
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 24, 2010 19:09:47 GMT -5
He laughed a little. "Please don't." he said glad to have her calmed down some. He didn't need her worrying over him. Besides, cookies? That's what's lame here. She kept away from gossip and talk, which Dylan liked. Maybe that kepts her ignorant of all the other shit they said about him. Which is a plus if their friendship was to survive right? "Oh, hey... I sketched a picture of you. Not in a creepy way, I was just bored and you happened to be sitting in my class..." he smirked, opened to the page of his notebook to the picture of her and handed it to her. He took a light drag of his cigarette.
ooc; -slaps cbox into shape-
lol! i was thinking maybe she looks into his drawing pad and sees a drawing he did of kara and she's like 'who's this?' and it's sort of suggested he likes her? XD what say you? [/blockquote] |
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