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Post by Shane Phillips on Feb 25, 2007 6:24:03 GMT 7
So, this was it. Home sweet home. This was where his mother had ranted and raved about for six whole months before he'd applied, and this was the first place that had accepted him.
Shane had to admit- it was a nice school. Getting out of his red mustang, he shut the door behind him and looked up at the many looming buildings that stared him straight in the face. Well, he couldn't say this wasn't going to be an adventure. There were already more people here than he could keep track of, which was pretty impressive really. But all the same- California to Jersey, it was quite a change.
He was here- but he had no idea where he was going from here. So, what to do? He sighed and took off his sunglasses, throwing them through the open window of his car. He walked up to the forward hopped up casually, sitting indian-style on the hood of his car. It had been forever- and he didn't dare smoke in his car. So, with a greatful sigh, he took the pack out of his front shirt pocket and lit up, taking a hefty drag and looking out over all the people surrounding him again.
Everything seemed more interesting here- maybe because he was so used to California- the same people every day all day that babbled on about mostly useless things to him. He didn't know if the people were going to be different here, but he could still home for a little diversity and change. He decided that this, right here could be his favorite place. There were people coming through the parking lot all the time- new people, interesting people- different people. It was awesome. So what if he looked like weirdo sitting there on the roof of his car? Ahh well. Great way to make a first impression.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 3, 2007 6:32:14 GMT 7
With her rock music blaring, Chance pulled up in her ragged corvette. The top was down and her hair blew in it, making a ribbon behind her. So what it was February? She was feeling hot. Plus, she was a rebel. Rebel didn't need their hoods up in the winter.
She wore dark jeans and a shirt that exposed her navel along with her ring. Dark, huge sunglasses covered her face despite the fact that there really wasn't any sun. "With one finger, with one finger, I said 'fuck that!'" she obnoxiously sang with the radio, tapping on her steering wheel.
She pulled into a parking spot and smiled in the rearview mirror. She felt good. Extremely good. She finally turned off the car and wiped the excess lipstick from her around her mouth off. Then she ran her teeth over her teeth. "Well, here's school," she mumbled to herself, looking out the window. "Let's see how this goes."
She opened the car and made her way towards the buildings, but stopped. She smelled cigarettes. Mm, the good kind. It had been a long while since she actually had one and just the smell of it was making her mouth water. She turned to see where it was coming from to see a guy sitting on the hood of his red mustang. She had the urge to go over and ask for one, but she barely knew him. So, instead she licked her lips, hungering for a cigarette.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 4, 2007 11:35:16 GMT 7
Shane lay back on the windowshield of his car, exhaling heavily again. He knew it was a bad habit- he knew he should stop, but hey, his lungs right? He reached over and tapped the cigarette off of his ash where no one was parked- he knew rich kids and their cars. He wasn't going to make the mistake of putting out his cigarette on their hood. He pulled his hood over his head to keep his ears warm- it was cold out here, but he didn't know if he could smoke in the dorms, he may as well take advantage of the fresh air.
It hadn't been quiet while he layed there, there had students walking around everywhere. But that tranquil noise was polluted with the sound of heavy rock music blaring from a set of speakers. He smirked to himself and opened one eye, watching as a corvette with the roof down rolled in. She was brave. Very brave. He looked away, he wasn't one for staring at people afterall. That was just plain rude.
But then he just had to- he was too curious. When he did look over, he saw a pretty girl looking rather hungrily at his cigarette, and he couldn't help but laugh, he sat up, tugging his hood off and handing his cigarette to her. "Last one- go ahead." He said. It was already half done, but he knew how much it sucked to be out of smokes and want one bad enough. Besides, it could be his good deed for the day.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 4, 2007 15:13:22 GMT 7
Chance allowed a smile to cross her face, something that was rarely done. But then again, it was a very rare occasion that someone actually offered her their last cigarette. Well, it never happened. At least, not until today."Thank God," she said, taking the cigarette. "And you too, of course."
She took the cigarette from his hands and placed it to her lips. She took in the poisonous fumes from it, enjoying every minute. "It's been a while since I've had one," she said, closing her eyes. "Too long..."
She finally opened her eyes long enough to take in the guy sitting on the hood. He was rather attractive. His hazel eyes demanded her attention and he definitely wasn't poorly built. She watched him silent, her eyebrows coming together as she did. It was a look of complete concentration, a habit that usually made people think she was glaring at them.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 4, 2007 21:19:49 GMT 7
"Ahh, I hear ya, not a problem." He said, nodding with understanding. "Long drive?" He asked, interested. He didn't let people smoke in his car- even himself. He could understand if she didn't smoke in hers. That and she didn't have any left.
He studied her as she stood there, smoking from her cigarette and she was certainly interesting. It was the middle of February, but she sacrificed herself for style. He had to admit it was admirable. She was a beautiful girl and she must have known it. Self confidence was the sexiest thing any girl could have. He couldn't stand it when he had to keep the entire conversation going because the girl he was talking to was too damn shy to think for herself.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 5, 2007 6:57:11 GMT 7
"You have no idea," Chance said, chuckling. As she laughed, a piece of hair fell over her left eye. Her arms began to receive chill bumps from the February air. She hadn't realized how cold it was on the northeast side of the country. The Southwest was never this cold or snowy. In fact, Chance had never seen more than a half an inch of snow in her life.
"LA is too far away to drive. I should have just taken a plane," she continued to speak. She shrugged and took another inhale of the cigarette. She blew out the smoke, forming a ring from her lips. Satisfied, she dropped it to the ground and stomped it with her heel. "Definitely faster."
Brushing her hair from her face, she glanced back up at the stranger. He seemed to be a bad boy, something Chance couldn't help but notice. It was habit for her to spot the rebels, though sometimes...she was wrong. Dead wrong. Whatever the case, bad boy or not, he was still quite the attractive man.
"So, what's your excuse for being out here?" she asked, curiously. Yes, curiosity did kill the cat, but she couldn't help but ask. It had gotten the best of her. "Avoiding registering for classes just as much as I am?" she continued, chuckling. Still awaiting an answer, she pulled her guitar bag from her car and strapped it on her back.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 5, 2007 7:05:33 GMT 7
"Avoiding class, people watching- the usual. That and I need to bumm a smoke off someone." He laughed, sitting up again. Yes, she was interesting. He could only hope the rest of the people here were this relaxed. "Ahh, I would have flown too, but I couldn't leave my car at home." He told her honestly. His car was his baby, end of story.
He wasn't a self-proclaimed bad boy, he would never come out and actually SAY it, but Shane didn't always follow the rules. He didn't outright hate them, they were there for a reason of course, but there was always a point in time where breaking them was just far too tempting. Cutting class wasn't a big deal for him, his teachers had loved him. Breaking into abandoned houses? Nowhere near an issue. He didn't hurt anybody else, so what was the problem right?
"Care to join me? I have a blanket in the back if you wanna sit on that." Okay, so he broke the rules once and a while, but the boy was still a gentleman, and she looked cold. Who wouldn't out here if they weren't dressed for the occasion? The hood was still warm from the heat the engine had put out through his entire trip.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 6, 2007 5:35:00 GMT 7
Chance, on the other hand, was definitely a bad girl. Her tattoos and piercings told that. Not saying that all people with tattoos and piercings were bad, but where she had them gave off a clue. C'mon, a row of flames on your lower back? Piercings all up your right ear along with your navel which your frequently show off? Doesn't that read as bad girl to you?
She had been that way ever since her parents' death back when she was fifteen. It was then that she moved to LA to stay with her brother who worked as a mechanic. Her already bold personality along with the bustling streets of California definitely turned her into the rebel girl that stood in front of Shane today. Soon, smoking emerged as well as skipping school.
"Sure," Chance finally answered, her thick Latin American accent easily recognized. "That sounds good." She made her way to the car and grabbed the hood. However, soon she realized that she could in no way, shape, or form get on the top of the car by herself. Chewing on her bottom lip and finding no valid reason to not ask for help, she looked up at Shane. "Hey, stranger," she called to him. "Care to give me a hand?" she asked, holding her hand out.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 6, 2007 5:49:19 GMT 7
Shane was pierced, and he CERTAINLY had tattoos. His most prized posessions besides his car were the tattoos on his lower stomach. His guns that he showed off to everyone and everyone that wanted to see them. Well, the upper half of course. That had taken over eight hours and a whole lot of pain relievers for him to get through, but he had done it. And by god, did they ever cause a stirr on the beach in the summer time.
His mothers heart had been broken when he came home with the first one- the blade and the angel on his forearm, but she ended up coming with him for his second, his third... (The guns of course he had gone solo for.) His dad had never really cared, just as long as he didn't have to look at them. But Shane didn't care much about 'rebel' attitude. If you had it, you had it - if you didn't you didn't. It didn't really make a difference to him either way. He figured that as long as a person didn't talk about how they were soo badass all the time, he could be quite happy either way.
He laughed and held out his hand to her as she asked, helping her as she climbed up onto the hood of the car with him. "Just a second." He said when he knew she was up and safe. He hopped off the hood easily and opened his back door, lifting the red plaid blanket out of the back. He had had that thing for what seemed like forever, he knew it would keep her warm. He jumped back up and handed it to her, grinning. "There you go." He said. "By the way, I'm Shane." He offered her his hand again, this time to shake. He figured it'd be nice for her to know the name of the guy whos cigarette she had taken and whos car she was now sitting on.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 6, 2007 6:08:07 GMT 7
Chance couldn't help but laugh as she took his hand. "I was wondering when you were going to tell me your name," she stated. She wrapped the blanket around herself to keep warm. Wow, it surely was working. She doubted it for a minute. She shivered beneath it just for a second until her body got relatively used to the cold.
"I'm Chance," she finally spoke, turning to look at him. "And no, I'm not usually this cold." She laughed at her own joke, a habit she had since birth. The wind blew her hair into her eye and she used to right hand to brush it away. "I usually am extremely hot blooded," she continued with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 6, 2007 7:40:20 GMT 7
"Ahh, I see I see." He understood, nodding and laughing. "Well, I haven't noticed the cold yet- I think I cooked my organs on the way here- if that's possible." You never knew, he had started to really feel the cold on the way here. He was so used to California winters that involved mainly a sweater and maybe a pair of sweats to keep warm that it had been quite a shock to him half way through the trip. He was almost positive that he had never had his heater on so high.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you Chance." He smiled. "What are you doing here? I mean, major-wise." He could pretty much guess she was here to go to school. It was a pretty safe assumption. At least he thought so. If he could guess, he would either say music or some sort of media. But what did he know?
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 6, 2007 20:16:29 GMT 7
"Same here, Shane," she said, nodding. It had been a long while since she actually spoke to someone else, and Chance was enjoying herself. Usually, she wouldn't have, but who's to say that things don't and can't change. Afterall, you're supposed to find new friends. Right?
"I came here for journalism and history," Chance answered his question. "Double majoring." She enjoyed them both but at this point, she was beginning to think that perhaps it was a mistake. "You?" she asked, watching him.
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