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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 20:31:54 GMT -5
He gave her one more quick hug. Well. Normal length, but it was quick by his standards than said good luck and went back to the bleacher. Thanking the girl beside him he opened his chips and drink and watched as the events started.
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Post by Chloe Sparx on Dec 24, 2007 20:37:03 GMT -5
 Chloe smiled now as he hugged her one last time.. She smiled at him as he opened his bag of chips and walked away. She giggled as she walked back down to the other cheerleaders and watched as the clock got closer and closer to the end of the countdown. She sighed a bit as she took a sip of her sprite contently. She batted her eyes around the gym, looked up at Dzhastyn one last time, smirking and blowing him a friendly kiss. Or was it more than friendly? She still didnt know her feelings, but hopefully, soon, she would... |
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 24, 2007 20:54:26 GMT -5
The roar of a Black Ford F250 with a 7 inch lift, twin diesel exhaust pipes, coming out of the bed, extended cab. Mudtires. 4x4 was heard in the Parkinglot of the Drakesville High..Jackson's parents were out for the weekend, and he had a notiroity of knowing how to throw a pretty damn decent party.. but that wasnt the case tonight, he had been shewed to go to the ballgame. He whipped into his parking space, which was in the middle of the parkinglot.., where friends parked some of their trucks who had arrived before him. Hank Williams Jr.'s song, Whiskey on Ice was blaring over the radio speakers as he shut off the ignition, he placed his keys in his pocket and stepped out of the truck.. locking his doors as his boots began to clank against the wet surface of the slick pavement.. He loved the snow..
Frost stood at a solemn 6 feet 1 inch tall, and weighed in at about 149 pounds. About 45 precent of this weight was muscle, which Frost gained from working on the farm all of his childhood years. This was Frost's second week in Drakesville, and already the girls were gawking over him, and the teachers were fretting him. Frost had already got his position across as the "head bull" of the rednecks at the school, and in Drakesville. They all looked up to him, and he was a senior, so he was living the life..
The attire of Jack was a simple one tonight, and consisted of some brown leather cowboy looking workboots, and his tight nuthugger Wrangler jeans, and his tucked in long sleeve Black Bowtech shirt.. A tanned thick carhartt jacket, His large beltbuckle with a J engraved in it was also visible. He had on a tanned carhartt jacket and a camoflauge John Deere hat as he made his way closer towards the doors of gymnasium.
His keys were in his pocket, and in his back pocket, the left one held a dip can, full of Copenhagen, and the other back pocket held his wallet. A skoal ring was visible in his left pocket, and an imprint of his wallet was visible in the right. He had some loose change, and a lighter and his pocketknife in the other pocket, which was free. He opened the doors of the gym and walked in, the wind blowing the snow inside behind him, he automatically felt the warmth of the heater in the gym.
Jackson took out his wallet and handed a 10 to the guy, he got his change back, readjusted his wallet and headed up the bleachers to the very top. He noticed that alot of people were staring and gawking at him, for what, he had no clue.. He took a seat in the Redneck/Countryboy Section, which happened to be near Dzhastyn.. "Sup man" He said to the guy, as his attention turned to the floor. He reached in his back pocket for his dipcan, took it out and began to pack it, making a loud thudding noise...
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 20:55:45 GMT -5
He smiled wider as she blew the kiss and blew one back just before the countdown ended. With a giant smile on his face he watched her walk towards the cheerleaders and rested his feet up once more. Not all the way as the gym was packed to capacity and than some, but enough that he still maintained comfort. Drawing a big gulp of his sprite he wiped his face with the back of his arm and looked around the gym.
He turned to look at Jackson. "Not much man, how are you?"
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Post by Chloe Sparx on Dec 24, 2007 21:05:52 GMT -5
Chloe sighed a bit as they all got into positon, she looked over at Krista for instruction. She wanted to be the captain of the cheer-team for so long, and she was kind of jealous of Krissi truth be known. But she still loved her. Krissi was only 16, a sophmore, and she was the captain! Most of the time they let seniors be the captain, but it was evident that Krissi was gonna be the head bull until she left the school. She had to accept it, but she still strived to be the captain. She put her hands together as they breifly practiced a cheer...
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Post by Madeline Anderson on Dec 24, 2007 21:08:26 GMT -5
3500 dodge ram mega cab? Hell yeah. The beige colored truck rolled quickly into the parking lot of the gymnasium. As the soft roar shut off, the small framed girl jumped out. A smile was set on her pale lips, obviously happy to be here. Even though she didn't know anyone she was still coming. She looked down, dusting off her tight cruel girl jeans, a smirk now coming in play. She had on a grey sweatshirt that said "I Really Dunnit" across the front in cursive, then "Madeline Anderson" under it. On the back it said "2006 Congress Reserve Champions". She was proud of the sweatshirt, she won it on her last run on her Quarter Pony last year.
The long rowled spurs clanked against the paved sidewalk as she strolled along, her brown ostrich skin boots clean but worn out from years of work and riding. She streched up, exposing a bit of her stomach. Once she got inside, she bought a ticket and walked inside. She stood there, looking at everyone in the bleachers. She just bit her lip and walked up, sitting down by herself. Ok... so it could've been a little better if she actually knew someone, but hell she just got here. She touched a black braid by her shoulder, but let it go careful not to mess her hair up. This was the first time she'd done it in forever, but she figured she should make a good first impression.
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Post by Krista Daniels on Dec 24, 2007 21:17:26 GMT -5
 Krista smirked sweetly at her friend, Chloe and her apparent boyfriend, Dzhastyn. She flashed a small wave to Dzhastyn as she then moved, after taking a drink of her Cherry Gatorade, out to the center of the girls. She put her arms up in the air and made sure that she was exactly an arms length away from the other cheerleaders. She then nodded her head.."Panthers, Cheer." Then, the cheerleaders began to move their arms and legs in rythym and unison, and speak "We are the Panthers, the mighty mighty Drakesville Panthers.." And with that, the whole atmosphere of the place practically exploded as the band began to play the opposing team's music, and their team ran out dribbling the balls, the Drakesville side booed... As they ran out, Krissi led the cheerleaders to a diagonal formation infront of the Drakesville boys lockerroom, They then began to cheer again.. "Are you ready, Ready to get S T O M P E D" And with that, the band began to play the Drakesville anthem, totally blowing the other team's band out of the sand.. |
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 24, 2007 21:22:03 GMT -5
Jackson took a fairly large sized dip out of his can and placed it in his lip, he grabbed a cup off of the ground which had been spilt on the floor by one of his buddies. He spit some of the excess grains of tobacco into the cup and some juice into the cup. He watched as the cheerleaders got in position to cheer. He then turned his head over to look at the new chick that he had never seen before enter the gym. He sure thought she was pretty.. Hell she looked like a damn cowgirl.. He didnt like seeing girls sitting alone, so he figured he would go try to make friends.
He walked down the bleachers and took a seat beside her nonchalantly, as he looked at her, he smirked.. "Howdy there, I aint never seen you around here before.. It's my pleasure to meet ya though, Ma'am." He smirked, with his Copenhagen smile, he knew it was inattractive, but he needed tobacco like Bonnie needed Clyde.. He extended a rough, overworked hand to her.. Smirking a bit more.. His friends were snickering at him..
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 21:26:30 GMT -5
He waved back at the cheerleader he didnt recognize and gave her an awkward smile. He took another chip and noticed Jackson walk over to talk to another girl. He laughed to himself and shook his head slightly. Just like every cowboy he grew up with. Alberta was full of the 'Jackson' types. And it drew even more in. When you have the worlds largest rodeo with a million dollar purse your bound to get cowboys. He took another sip of his drink and went back to watching Chloe and the other cheerleaders, his eyes following the players as they ran onto the court.
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Post by Madeline Anderson on Dec 24, 2007 21:28:37 GMT -5
She watched the cheerleaders, raising a brow as she wondered what they were thinking. She would never get out infront of a croud and cheer for some team just for the hell of it, unless it was at a rodeo. That she had done many times before... many drunken times before. She knew people were staring at her, but hadn't noticed the attractive cowboy until he came to sit by her.
She looked over at him, smiling softly as she studied him. "Yeah, I'm new" she said with a half stunned half impressed look on her face. She let out a cocky chuckle, shaking her head. She knew how cowboys were, and figured this one wasn't an exception to the 'all cowboys are dickheads' rule that her and her girls made up. "I'm Madeline Anderson," she said, shaking his hand gently. Damn, her hand was so small his pretty much engulfed hers. She'd learned to ignore the fact that she was short and small, and everyone thought she was 13 instead of 18. She crossed her legs matter-of-factly and let her hand fall back.
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Post by Chloe Sparx on Dec 24, 2007 21:53:16 GMT -5
Chloe smiled friendly as their coach had instructed them to do during games as they began to cheer, she followed the hand movements, and the cheering chants as the rest of the squad did. She was very good at her job, she had no clue why she wasnt premoted. Oh well, if she sat there and dwelled on shit that didnt go right she wouldnt ever be happy, and that just wasnt like her. She was always happy and quirky, always random also.
She then began to cheer and clap as she then grabbed pompoms and rubbed them together as she looked in the entrance of the lockerroom, she knew that soon their boy's basketball team would soon be running out.. She looked up at Dzhastyn and smirked a bit...
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 24, 2007 21:57:18 GMT -5
He glanced at her once more, smiling a bit as he gazed into her eyes, he then caught himself. He stood up as he thought to himself, "Damn, another cowgirl, I must be in heaven." He smirked as he pulled her up with him as he stood up because their hands were still practically connected from the handshake.. "Dont be a stranger, come on up here and have a seat with me and my buddies." He knew he wouldnt have to worry about the guys making any wisetalk to the girl, because he was the one bringin her up there, and he was respected. He began to take off through, up the stairs.. He knew of the cowboy's are assholes statement, and it wasnt true for Jackson, atleast not all of the time. He was only a dickhead when he was treated like shit. Finally he reached the top of the bleachers, sitting down, releasing her hand as he patted the seat next to him, he unzipped his jacket and laid it at his feet as he spat some excess juice from his dip into the cup.
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 21:57:23 GMT -5
Dzhastyn's eyes had unfocused and he was back to his introverted songwriting, occasionally munching on a chip half heartedly. He did notice Chloe looking up at him, drawing all his attention to her he put up both his thumbs and flashed her a huge smile. Canada wasn't as big on cheerleading as the states by any measure so he never really learnt anything about it, but he thought she was doing a great job. He kept smiling even as she looked away and took another drink of his sprite. Leaning back against the wall again he scanned the gym again looking for even slightly familiar faces.
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Post by Madeline Anderson on Dec 24, 2007 22:04:47 GMT -5
She watched him, a smile staying on her lips. She let it fade quickly as she shook her head at herself. As she was pulled up with him, she just smirked and nodded "can do," she said softly. She followed him, not having much of a choice... not that she wouldn't follow him if she had a choice. She couldn't help but to glance at his ass as she followed behind, but just giggled at herself and looked away.
Once he sat down, she sat beside him and crossed her legs once more. She always did for some reason, but it never bothered her. She pulled out her phone really quick, feeling it vibrate. She growled as she clicked send and held it to her ear "hola" she said slyly to the person on the other line. "Uhh, yeah, whatever" she said "just get him shod and I'll be there tomorrow" she said with a sigh, rolling her eyes. "No!" she said in her rarely heard hateful tone "just get him shod and give him 2 cc" she snapped, sighing as she hung up the phone. She hated her dumbass brother. "Sorry," she said wryly as she glanced over to Jackson with a laugh at herself.
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Post by Krista Daniels on Dec 24, 2007 22:06:14 GMT -5
She knew the feeling would be awkward in that gymnasium because it was like a love triangle, Chloe's ex played ball, and Chloe's crush was there. She sure hoped nothing happened, she loved Chloe like her sister and she would fight for her. As stupid as it may sound, she would get her ass handed to her for Chloe. She smirked as they all began to wave their pompoms together and waiting for the ballplayers to run out.. She was excited about it.. It took alot of guts to do what they did, the cheerleaders AND the ballplayers, to get out there in front of a bunch of people.. "GO PANTHERS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.. As the music continued to play, the opposing team's band just stopped playing because they were overwhelmed by Drakesville fans chanting and cheering, and the Drakesville themes being played. Students from both schools in their sections were pointing and shouting at each other from their specific designated areas behind their teams. She figured a fight was brewing..
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