where the blacktop ends {natalie

[`jason mathias deen.]

Gonna kick off my shoes

And run in bare feet

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the sun was out and shining, but that did little to take the bite out of the chill december temperatures. pulling his black topcoat closer around him, his his free hand in the pocket of the coat, while his other hand rested on his cane. he hated the thing, but, if he wanted to walk anywhere for any amount of time he had to use it. damn leg. there was no snow falling just yet, but, it was inevitable, sooner or later, the little white cotton-like flecks would grace the ground and make it impossible for him to go anywhere other than the school. his brown shaggy hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at the gravel pathway beneath his feet, pondering. he just hadn't been able to bring himself to stay inside his apartment grading when there was a wonderful day waiting to be enjoyed just outside his window.

looking back up at the surrounding park, he smiled, kids were playing around with dogs or with frisbees, enjoying some of the last snow-free days they'd get for a while, and then headed over to one of the cement tables just off the path, moving so that he was sitting on the surface of the table and his feet were resting on the bench. he still felt, sometimes, as though he were still a teenager, rather than a teacher. but, being only twenty-four, he had some right to that didn't he? that and the fact he'd never really gotten much of a teenagerhood. what with his sister and parents, he just didn't.

and speak of the devil, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, reaching down, he pulled it out, setting his cane to dangle off of the edge of the table as he looked down at the text message, his sister, maria, asking if they could have breakfast together tomorrow morning. typing back a quick reply, he put his phone up and leaned back on his hands, leaning, but in a sitting position. behind him, a squirrel jumped up onto the table, but, the minute he turned to look at it, it scampered off back in search of food to store for the winter. shaking his head with a smile, he lifted his face up so that the sunlight was hitting it, accenting the blonde in his hair and the blue in his eyes. he loved winter, it was his absolute favourite season, at the same time as being the most dreaded season. but, he still loved being out here when it wasn't snowing. an escape.

&& word count. 528
&&. muse level. working on it.
&&. lyrics. where the black top ends - keith urban
&&. wearing. click.
&&. tag. noelle!
&&. notes. hope this works =][/i][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[natalie kovac]

every bone's been broken
and my heart is still wide open
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Today was one of Natalie's days off, and since her brother was busy and they couldn't make plans she couldn't think of anything better to do than go for a walk through the park. It had been a while since she had been her, since she usually spent her time at the lake if she had the chance, and despite the bitter cold it was a beautiful day. The only thing that the woman did not like was feeling like she had to bundle herself up to the point where she could barely move in order to stay warm. It was part of the downside to living in "The Windy City," maybe? All she knew was that it was freezing today, and the chill made her shove her glove hands into her pockets and pull her jacket as close to herself as she could as she walked down the path. She knew that it got this cold every year, but every year she forgot just how bitter it felt.

Maybe it was time to think about heading home? Natalie's nose felt like a Popsicle and she was the kind of person who could only stand the cold for so long. She would move to Florida if she didn't enjoy Chicago so much in its warmer months. Stopping for a moment, the woman pulled her hands out of her pockets and pulled her purse off her shoulder, then dug around in it to find her cell phone. Of course, it always took her about ten minutes just to locate the darn thing. It was the only downside to having a big purse; everything became lost in the jumble in there. Her hand searched around a book, loose change, lip-gloss, a brush, and so many other things she didn't even know what to make of it. When the girl finally got her cell phone out, her gloved hands were cold again from the lack of body heat. Natalie also noticed that she had a text.

It was from a co-worker, asking why she wasn't in today. She readjusted her purse so it would be easier to type back and began replying, "I am off today, why?” While her attention was on her texting and not on the world around her, a man passing by grabbed onto her purse and pulled it away from her. "Hey!" She tried to snatch it back from him, but he had already broken out into a run. Natalie ran after him, forgetting about her co-worker and dropping her phone into her pocket. "HEY! Someone stop him!" The downside to a day like today was that it wasn't a kind of day where people usually got up and decided that they were going to go to the park - meaning that there really wasn't anyone around. Even with Natalie wearing sneakers, it was hard for her to keep up with him as he made his way quickly over to a group of tables.

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`Status: Finished!
`Tag: Jason Deen
`Word Count: 506
`Lyrics By: Katy Perry - Self Inflicted
`Notes:

[/font] pic by me
Outfit: Clickie (minus the sunglasses)[/blockquote][/size]

[`jason mathias deen.]

Gonna kick off my shoes

And run in bare feet

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jason watched as a squirrel scampered right up under the bench and then back out and up a tree. looking up at the autumn coloured trees, he smiled thoughtfully, maybe he could host class outside. granted, they'd probably hate him for it because it was a tad chilly but, otherwise it would be nice. he could take them to some historical part of chicago, turn it into a field trip. . . no, he had to hold class inside, and he knew all the reasons behind it. fiddling with his cane, he spun it around like a twirling baton, weaving it through his fingers as he looked out at the daily life of the park. what he wouldn't give to just enjoy one thing without being in pain. shaking his head, he knew that he needed to stop, he was lucky. his parents had been shot, killed, murdered, he'd been in a stupid car accident. so what if he'd shattered his knee, he was still alive. nodding sternly to reinforce the message to himself, he looked around the park once more, this time a smile on his face.

but, his blue-grey eyes shot up when he heard someone shout. HEY! Someone stop him![/i][/color] looking around for the source of the shout, he spied a young woman attempting to chase after someone. that someone appeared to have a purse in his hand and running straight towards him. oblivious to his presence. now, jason may have been on track and soccer as a kid, but, that had all stopped when he'd heard the news about his parents. but, he could still do something to help, getting to his feet and putting the cane behind his back, he intercepted the purse snatcher. watching as the guy's eyes grew wide for a moment and then he darted to the side launching himself up onto the bench on one of the tables. fairly quickly, jason had his cane planted dead in the back of the other man's knees, bringing him to a crashing halt as he fell off the table onto his stomach.

walking over to the man, he knelt down and plucked the purse from his hands and then looked at him, watching as he tried to scramble to his feet, rambling off apologies and such of the sort. jason glared at him until he got to his feet and then stumbled away empty handed, at which point, mr. deen turned to face the woman who he assumed the purse belonged to. is this yours?[/b] his australian accent was very obvious, but he was well aware of that. holding the purse out towards her, he shot her one of his usual smiles, trying to see if he could match a name to her pretty face. he couldn't. which half-surprised him, he knew that chicago was a pretty large city, but, she seemed pretty young, so, maybe he thought that she was somehow associated with the school, but as he looked at her, he could tell he was wrong. too old to be a student, yet too young to be one of the other teachers. and he hadn't ever seen her before. . . yeah, not associated with the school probably.

&& word count.
&&. muse level. almost better =]
&&. colours. 336666 - jason . 33cc77 - natalie
&&. lyrics. where the black top ends - keith urban
&&. wearing. click.
&&. tag. noelle!
&&. notes. sorry it's taken so long, engineering has been ruiling my life along with band. [/i][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]