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Post by brandy on Feb 26, 2009 22:53:59 GMT -5
So his second day of work completely sucked, so what? It was not like he expected this to be his dream job in anyway. Nope, Jake had already found that at the antiques garage, but the place went bankrupt. Therefore he was left scrounging for any job he could find with a half decent pay. That was what landed him here, as groundskeeper at the Chicago School of Performing and Visual Arts. It was also what forced him to where these wretched brown dickies, work boots, and a button down tan shirt that had to be tucked in at all times. Jake made sure he never went anywhere after work looking like this, hell there was even an oval patch on the chest pocket with his named stitched onto it! That just made this career move feel all too permanent. He tried to clear his head though, since he was only halfway through the day. There was no reason to stay in a terrible mood all day.
The walkways were a little busier than before as students hustled back from lunch to their next classes. Jake wove his way around and between them, heading for the supply shed on the other side of the next building. A small street ran along the edge of the walk way, this was one of the few places where the real city could be seen around here. It was the absolute edge of campus, and Jake had to admit he preferred the peaceful quiet of the inner courtyard. At the moment he could hear horns honking and brakes squealing from unruly city drivers. Jake continued on his way though, he had to get the clippers to trim the damn hedges. About the only thing he enjoyed about his job was being outside, at least he had the fresh air. He heard another unusually loud screeching sound, but this time it was tires. He turned his head, easily looking over the heads of a few freshman meandering by, to see a car swerving quickly down the road, and the driver seemed to have no intentions of slowing down. What was this guy thinking? Jake was sure this road had to have at least a limit of twenty miles per hour on it, there were kids everywhere all the time. He kept his dark eyes trained on the vehicle, unable to escape the worried feeling in his gut, something bad was going to happen.... Wandering teens plus an apparently drunk driver was not a good combination. [complete]
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Post by sarahnobles on Mar 4, 2009 0:27:55 GMT -5
Amelia was on her lunch break, but instead of heading towards the dinning hall she was making her way to her dorm room. Her precious sketchbook was laying all alone on her bed. She only had core classes before lunch and didn’t want to carry around the cumbersome book all morning. She walked slowly, her focus lost her own mind rather then everything around her. Her mind was cluttered, so much had happened since she arrived at the Chicago School of Performing Arts. Rebecca occupied most of her thoughts. She didn’t understand the feelings bubbling inside her over the junior. No girl ever made her feel this way before and she wasn’t sure what to think of it. Then there was Carter, the student who’s seat she had stolen. He seemed nice, the poor guy seemed a little lonely. He was definitely picked on. Asher was lonely as well, what was with all the lonely boys? Maybe she should put the two together and see if they get along. They both needed a friend. A girl-friend was nice, but guys need boy-friends. To discuss their, well, whatever it is guys discuss. At the moment she could use another girl friend to talk to, someone who would know how to explain her feelings about Rebecca. She would like to discuss the matter with Beck, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. ‘Hi Beck, I think I like you?’ Yeah, that would go well, and besides that Rebecca was a girl! Why should she, Amelia, like a girl?
As she neared the curb she forced herself into reality and looked guilty at each side of the rode, all clear. Several feet away groups of students where lining the street, craning their necks to see something far out of her line of vision. Maybe their was a fight? She shook her head at the idea and started to cross the street.
OOC: ugh sorry for the bad post-no muse
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Post by brandy on Mar 5, 2009 13:50:08 GMT -5
His dark eyes remained on the car, swerving dangerously across the pavement. The rubber tires released another screech of agony as they lost traction on the road for the last time. The small, dark red sedan spun sideways and began sliding recklessly across the street, taking up both sides now. Other students turned their heads now, all stopping to watch the scene play out. Jake kept watching as well, except now he noticed a girl further up the road, on the opposite side stepping off the curb and into the road. He whipped his head around, the car was still coming as fast as before. How did she not notice? She was not turning back now, as her feet made the first steps into the street, unaware of the hundreds of pounds of danger flying at her.
Jake did not think about what he was doing, but he probably should have. He started running, jumping off the sidewalk and sprinting across the pavement. He could not remember the last time he ran so fast. Except it felt sort of like a dream, when your pushing your legs to move faster, but somehow you manage to move in slow motion despite all your best efforts. The car was getting closer, the screeching sound louder in his ears, covering the sound of his pounding heart. Just a few more feet, and he could push the girl safely back to the sidewalk.... just a few more feet, and the car was going to smash the both of them....
Slam! Jake crashed into the girl and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, and jumped for the other sidewalk. They were both toppling through the air now, and he felt something clip his ankle. Whatever it was it hurt. They landed with a loud thud, half on the grass, half on the sidewalk. He knew his body was going to be aching in minutes from this. He hoped the girl was okay though. There was another smashing sound, and Jake looked up to see the car curled around the closest telephone pole. So it had been a close call. He could feel his ankle still throbbing in pain, and assumed the corner of the car must have gotten him.
He was still laying on the ground, and propped himself up on his elbows. Jake could feel a trickle of blood down the side of his face, and knew he was going to have some good scrapes to remember this. The girl next him, her legs still tangled up in his somehow from flying through the air. She had not said anything, and he could not help but worry. What if she had still gotten hurt? He reached over and gently shook her shoulder. "Hey, hey.... you okay?"
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Post by sarahnobles on Mar 6, 2009 17:46:11 GMT -5
Have you ever known someone was watching you before you actually turned around to see them? You can almost sense that they are staring. Noticing the car flying madly down the road towards her, was something like that. Amelia couldn’t tell you what made her turn and look, but she did and the sight of it made her freeze with terror. Even if she could have reacted she didn’t have the time.
Slam! Something or someone crashed into Amelia with enough force to send them both to the side of the road. If she could hear she would have heard the whoosh of air, the screeching tires, or the screams of the students and pedestrians watching the scene unfold. Instead she closed her eyes during the trip through the air and gripped her notebook tightly waiting until she knew which way was up and which was down.
Once she found the ground she was unwilling to open her eyes. She ached all over and it hurt to move her neck side to side. Nothing more then whiplash, but she still wasn’t eager to see what might have happened. Her right hand was bleeding from where she the metal of the spiral notebook had dug into it. She felt a hand gently shake her shoulder forcing her to reluctantly open her brown eyes. All she was able to catch was the word ‘okay.’ She nodded, yes she was fine, sore, disoriented, but fine. She let go of her notebook, her hand shaking. Her pen was gone, it was probably lying in the road somewhere.
How had she missed the car? She had looked, both ways, just like every 6 year old was taught. And the man next to her? She couldn’t tell if he was injured and she was still trying to piece together what had happened. Was he the one who slammed into her? Must be, there wasn’t another explanation. Amelia longed to thank him, but couldn’t it.
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Post by brandy on Mar 15, 2009 12:06:59 GMT -5
He held completely still, unsure if he should move or not. Jake wondered if she had broken any bones, then he would have to be really careful. The girl started to move around though, and she seemed okay except for some small cuts on her hand. She had not said anything, but he figured maybe she was in shock or something. After all they did just miss being crushed by a hulking piece of metal hurtling towards them at seventy miles an hour or so. When the girl seemed to be fine and nothing looked broken, he began to untangle himself from her. He took him a little while to figure how the hell to separate himself from her, they looked like to puzzle pieces jammed together. After a bit of thought Jake figured it out and was simply sitting on the dirt next to her.
He looked her over once more, and noticed her nod to his earlier question. Okay, at least she thought she was all right. Jake still was not too sure about what to do now.... Surely she could not just go on to class like nothing happened. What if she got a concussion and had not even realized it. He decided to at least offer to walk her to the nurse, trimming the hedges could wait another half hour. "Uh, you want some help getting to the nurse's office or something? I mean, who knows you might've hit your head or something." Jake ran his fingers through his hair, and could feel pieces of dirt and sand mixed in with the dark brown strands. He tried to scrub it all out with his fingers, but soon gave up, knowing it was useless. his dark eyes turned back to the girl, patiently awaiting her response.
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OOC: SO SORRY about the delay on this. I had an insane week.
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