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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 24, 2007 22:09:44 GMT -5
Marinna walked into the gym, late as usual. It seemed as if she could never make it to anything on time. She would've been here sooner, but her windows were completely frosted over and she had to wait for the defroster to kick in. Her original plans were to come hang out with Allen-Michael, but he had a last minute call into work. How fortunate? Sometimes she wondered if he lied about stuff like that.
Her outfit for the night consisted of a pair of dark denim jeans, a white baseball-style tee that had black sleeves and the words "Panthers" written across it, along with the signature panther. Her feet were covered with a pair of black snow boots and her a puffy black jacket with faux fur on the hood, covered her top half. Her hair was pin straight tonight, something she didn't do often and had a little black bow in it. Looking around, she hoped to spot someone to sit with. Stumbling as she tried to avoid people bustling around between the snack stand and the bleachers, she scanned the crowds of people.
On the court, she spotted Chloe cheering. Well, of course, she couldn't just walk up to her while she was busy cheering. "Stupid Allen-Michael," she muttered as she walked around in search of a seat. Finding one at the bottom of the student section, she plopped down. Of course, she would find a spot near Benny the Booger Eater and Pit Stain Patrick. Marinna sighed, this wasn't the night she'd planned for. It was supposed to be fun.
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Post by Chloe Sparx on Dec 24, 2007 22:11:42 GMT -5
 Chloe could feel the tension in the gymnasium. Somthing about being apart of it made her feel good, was she weird for it? Of course not.. Maybe she liked watching drama unfold, or maybe she liked feeling the pressure of not doing wrong. Who knew? She smiled at Dzhastyn one last time, and she kind of jumped as Krissi screamed her little rant.. Krissi was always one for school-spirit. She respected that.. When it came to stuff like that, she was a bit quieter than Krissi, but she still had spirit. She then raised her hands in the air and clapped them as she looked at the locker room once more, it seemed like it was taking FOREVER.. She smiled, turning her attention to be glancing up at Marinna as she entered. She would go talk to her normally but she was kind of in the middle of somthing. She batted her eyes towards the redneck section, and then back to Marinna, as if to show her Jackson.. |
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 22:15:26 GMT -5
Dzhastyn noticed the animosity between the schools. The last thing he wanted was to get into a fight. Especially one that had nothing really to do with him. He was hoping Chloe didn't like guys that fought all the time because he wasn't. At least not anymore. He promised himself that if she was in harm he wouldn't just sit back and watch but he wouldn't change himself for her either. Hopefully the tipping of the ball will calm everyone down. at least for the time being. A fight before the game even started would be something indeed.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 24, 2007 22:18:47 GMT -5
Jackson smirked at her as they took their seats up top. He then glanced down at the two student sections screaming shit at each other.. He chuckled a bit.. He then rubbed his leg, as he lifted the cup to his mouth, now a bit weighed down by some of his dip spit, and spit some more juice into it. He then turned his head to Maddie.. "How foolish of me not to introduce myself more formally, I aint been as memory-good as I have used to been." And with that, she probably thought he was retarded, but he wasnt, he just had a mix of words, but hopefully she knew what he meant.. He smiled as he began to speak.. "Well, I'm Jackson, Jackson Frost.. and I just moved here from Arizone." He smiled at her. "But I aint seen you around here, you been here long?" He gazed into her eyes once more. He then looked down as he seen Rinna enter.. He sheilded his face from her.. "Oh shit, its her.. Shes like pissed off at me..". Oh, and if a fight were to erupt, he would sure as hell jump in, because he loved doing shit like that.
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Ron Spence
Resident of Drakesville
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Post by Ron Spence on Dec 24, 2007 22:24:33 GMT -5
Arriving late, and probably about to give the team a heart attack for being late since he was one of their top players, Ron came running into the locker room panting hard. He had been running the whole way here when he found out he was going to be late. Unlike a lot of people that kept a busy life doing busy things, he had his own things but team games were his number 1 priority and in this case it was his own stupid self that forgot about the game and when he remembered he almost missed it. Running into the locker room he stopped when he found out he made it and looked around. “Ahh… hi everyone.”
Then heading to his part of the locker, he virtually had his own little locker and section at the place had to keep all his sports equipment. Hockey, basketball, football, the whole nine yards and so on. The little area was a complete mess and unorganized but somehow in his unorganized fashion he seemed to be able to have his own mental map through it and fine what he needed. Plus although it was messy, it was still clean, no abandoned food or other rotting materials sat there. A slight smell did come from it, especially when he had dirty clothes, but that was a general smell that passed through the locker room anyway.
“Sorry I’m late. I forgot about the game today.” He then went to his locker and started to undress, then suit up for the game.
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Post by Madeline Anderson on Dec 24, 2007 22:28:15 GMT -5
She just smilled, understand him completely. Her brothers talked like that, she didn't understand sometimes but she'd been around them long enough to understand some. She just nodded "I've been here for about 6 hour" she said and shrugged "I moved my shit into my house and came here," she explained. "I moved from Huntsville, like 3 hours away" she said.
She watched him shield his face, and raised a brow. She glanced down, taking a glance of the girl he was hiding from. Great. "That your girlfriend?" she asked, tilting her head. She'd never been one to butt into anyone's business but she could be curious at times. She felt her phone vibrate again, but ignored it stared at him as she just giggled.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 24, 2007 22:30:06 GMT -5
Marinna looked at Chloe's gesture towards the redneck section. Looking up, she saw Jackson trying to cover his face. He must've been forgetting she could always spot him amongst the rest of the rednecks, he just stood out to her. Looking back at Chloe with sad eye, she shook her head. "No," she mouthed as she pulled out her cell phone and looked at the time.
She kept hoping Allen-Michael would come rescue her from this torture. Him and her were very close, not the way you probably think. Sex was never an option with them, he was like an older brother and he always looked out for her. He tried to convince her that what she did was wrong, but she never listened. He couldn't know what was best for her, he wasn't her. "A-M," she mouthed to Chloe with a raised brow. She had heard about them meeting at the pool and knew that he had a major crush on her, even if they didn't have any major conversation.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 24, 2007 22:30:43 GMT -5
Jackson raised an eyebrow as she said six hours.. He figured she had been here for just a little bit of time, but not no six hours.. He looked at her once more, diverting his attention away from Marinna.. He then kind of chuckled at her comment about her being a girlfriend, he lifted an eyebrow.. "Naw, she aint no girlfriend.. She's just a friend.." He looked at her once again.. "You're from Alabammer? I've always wanted to live there." He smiled at her, it was true.. He always did.. He then raised the brown bottomed cup to his mouth and spat more juice into it.. "You dont mind me dippin do ya?" He asked her.. some girls thought it was disgusting, others didnt care.
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Post by Madeline Anderson on Dec 24, 2007 22:35:31 GMT -5
She just nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yep," she said softly. "It's pretty cool, but all there is are those pleasure riders, and I'm not much into that" she said as the smirk became more visible "I like my speed," she cooed. She watched him, shaking her head "naw, I grew up around it" she said with a soft smile. She stretched slightly, yawning and glancing to the court then to Jackson. "So do you have a job?" she asked, raising a brow. She sure as hell didn't, but that didn't bother her in any way. She liked not having one, just being able to do whatever she wanted. She wasn't enrolled in school either, she didn't need it to ride horses.
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Post by Krista Daniels on Dec 24, 2007 22:35:32 GMT -5
 Krissi smiled as they said that the slow-poke Ron had arrived. He was the key player, and without him, the game wouldnt be able to be winned. She then clapped as the door of the lockerroom flung open violently as it slammed against the wall and the team began to run out dribbling their balls.. lead by two senior point guards.. She jumped up and down clapping for them. And she then lead her cheerleaders back to the sidelines.. As they began to do their chant.. "Get..Get..Get that ball! Jump Jump Jump for it!" She put her hands together in rythmic motions, it sounded almost like a symphony, the group of them, in unison. As they sat up, getting ready to jump for the ball. She noticed Ron was the one jumping for Drakesville, she clapped her hands and screamed.. "Go Ron!! GET IT!". |
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Post by Chloe Sparx on Dec 24, 2007 22:39:25 GMT -5
Chloe felt a chill run up her spine as the players ran out, being led by the senior guards, and then the others. She clapped, smiling and cheering for them, she then began to chant with Krissi and the rest of the girls.. She then watched as Ron went up to grab the ball. She sighed a bit.. Somthing about it being Ron just made her not wanna watch.. She looked around, looking at Krissi she nodded her head a bit, Krissi would know what was up.. She just couldnt stand to even stare at Ron without crying or getting really mad, because of the way he treated her. So she then walked off of the court with her sprite, and headed to the bathroom as she stood inside, sighing a bit, looking into the mirror as she took a little sip."Why in the heck did he have to treat me that way.." She said to herself....
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Post by Dzhastyn Dzhiize on Dec 24, 2007 22:42:29 GMT -5
Dzhastyn had gotten up to refill his now emptied sprite bottle with water. He noticed Chloe go into the bathroom, looking rather upset, but she didn't see him. He really couldn't decide what to do. He sat on the hall floor in front of the lockers directly across the bathroom and mentally battled himself. Was it his responsibility to make sure was okay? Responsibility no... but he did like her. And they were friends.. . He decided to wait there and make sure she was okay.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 24, 2007 22:44:52 GMT -5
Jackson smirked at him a bit as he rubbed his goatee, which was prickly and just growing back, he spit some more of the juice out into the cup.. The dip was starting to get a little dry, but he didnt mind it.. He would spit it out when he was ready. He then looked down at Chloe, the cheerleader, as she walked off of the court, he kind of wondered what was wrong, but that was the last thing on his mind, the first thing on his mind was this gal, and gettin to know her better. "Yeah, I work on my farm, I do rodeo's, bullriding to be exact, and I weld shit for people when they need a fix.." It didnt sound like much, but it was enough to keep him busy from daybreak to dusk alot of times..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 24, 2007 22:47:29 GMT -5
Marinna could care less about Jackson's alcoholic self, he probably didn't even remember the night before. Lord only knows how she made it back home in one piece, driving trashed and all. Marinna turned her attention to the court as Ron ran out, Chloe looked upset. Next thing she knew, Chloe was running to the bathroom.
Worried, Marinna took off running after he cousin. Reaching the bathroom, she walked inside slowly. "Chloe, babe, you alright?" she asked looking over to her cousin. She didn't like to see anyone in her family that upset. More so Chloe than anyone else, she was like her best friend within the family. Walking over, she held out her arms to give her a hug.
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Post by Madeline Anderson on Dec 24, 2007 22:50:47 GMT -5
She listened contently, staring at her boots for a few minutes. She nodded as he finished, looking back to him "that sounds like fun," she said and smirked. She'd always wanted to ride a bull, but of course she was just a girl who couldn't do anything but turn a horse around barrels. Well according to her family, that is. "I run barrels and poles," she said softly, taking a deep breath. "I don't have a job really, I just ride and keep up my place" she explained, smiling at him. "I'd like to watch you ride sometime," she said. She loved rodeos, they were the best part of her life. She'd been going to them ever since she was born, and still wasn't tired of them. She thought about her first runs, and just shook her head.
[grr, I said the wrong name of the horse on her hoodie
it should be uhh
something else, but yeah. lol]
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