Smack!

[Ron Spence]

Ron wasn't going to Sears, he wouldn't ever go to a boring department store like Sears, he was just walking outside of it to head to a pizza place that was near Sears and so he had to walk by the parking lot area like he usually did. Taking this trip multiple times before he felt no danger or consern as he did it and as a result got pretty careless at times like this.

Walking down the sidewalk by Sears one way and traffic wizzing by him the other way, while walking he happend to notice one car that looked curiously interesting. It was one of those new SMART Cars that was about 1/4th of the size of cars most were use to. Never seeing one before he looked behind him all interested at its strange size all while walking forward. Once the car at sped off into the distance though he turned his head to keep walking forward. When he turned his head though the next thing he noticed was a large metal pole that wasn't moving any time soon. Taking more then a split second to realize what he was about to head into his head went smack right into the pole and Ron fell over holding his face in pain.

It was amazing how on any sports field the guy could dodge a 250 pounder large man in a second yet he could move away from a pole when walking down the street. Perhaps he just wasn't thinking then and consentrated more on the field. Whatever the reason now, Ron was now in pain and could even feel blood on his face as he cuped his hands. His nose was bleeding in this case from hitting right into the pole. It was starting to get on his white undershirt to.

[Marinna Neilson]

Marinna, with lack of something better to do, had decided to drive over to Sears today. Thinking she could perhaps find something to give her mother for her upcoming birthday. Carefully parking her Cobalt into the parking lot, she turned off the engine and grabbed her belongings. Stepping out, she could feel a sudden breeze, which slightly moved her mid-thigh length skirt across her legs.

Shutting the car door, she took a look around the parking lot. She was like a vulture, always looking for boys to talk to. It was pretty much her biggest hobby. She had set her eyes an athletic looking boy, probably near her age, if not a tad bit older. He seemed incredibly interested in the SMART car across the street. "Boys," she sighed with a roll of her eyes.

As the car drove off, he began to walk as well. Marinna took a look at the direction he was going. "I wonder if he sees that... OUCH!" she said as she watched him hit the pole. She ran over to him as quickly as she could in her kitten heels. "Are you okay?" she asked, a stupid question considering he was bleeding.

[Ron Spence]

When the girl ran up to him he was starting to zone back into reality. Luckily since he was hit in the nose... yet again, he avoided getting hit on the head. That nose of his was going to be in even worse shape then it was before now. Still, because he faced no head trama he realized exacly what went on and just how embaressing it was and realized he had to recover from it some how now that somebody was comming to his help.

Fully opening his eyes it didn't help he now noticed it was an attractive female and he now didn't want to look like he needed help. It didn't make sense to him to be the danzel in distress. "Yeah... yeah." Looking at his hands that were now covered in blood he wipped it off in the grass and stood up. "I'm ok... no major injuries."

Then starting to walk off, a little dizzy to, he felt blood start to get down his face and wipped with his hand, which his automadically then wipped on his undershirt. Stopping and seeing how he just got blood all over the only shirt he was wearing, he turned back to her. "Maybe I could use... a kleenex." Just one wouldn't do the trick. He probibly should be pinching the nose to and sitting still instead of moving but he didn't want to seem like he was in a lot of trouble so he tried, and misrably failed, to downplay the situation.

[Marinna Neilson]

She watched him get up and try to walk off. Typical boy, couldn't admit when he needed help. She rolled her eyes and tried to hold back a giggle. "Hmm.." she sounded as she search her purse for kleenex. "You're in luck! I happen to have a whole pack, well portable pack."

She carefully opened the pack and handed it to him. "You think you might need to sit down or something?" Marinna wasn't sure how hard he hit the pole or how much damage he had endured. Was it broken? Like she could tell if it was, she wasn't a doctor or even a student in the Health Occupations class at school.

"Do you think you broke it?" she asked, not knowing for sure if he had even hit the pole hard enough to break his nose. Apparently she hadn't noticed how attractive this boy was, not to mention fit. Porbably too in shock by his accident. Oh well, it gave an interesting way for them to meet. "I'm Marinna, by the way."

[Ron Spence]

He watched her get all consern about how he was walking around and how she started to tell him to do things to help him. Typical human being, trying to tell him to do things so his nose would stop bleeding. Still she probibly had a point, like most did, and so he listened and took the whole package of kleenex, pulling about half out of the package and sticking it to his nose to plug the bleeding. He didn't bother to sit down though. He looked like he was in a rush to head off somewhere. Really he wasn't, it was more of the embaressment from this whole thing and wanting to just escape it. He hated nose bleeds, they always ruined a perfectly good day at the right time. Little did he realize how it attracted a female towards him, opposed to if he just kept walking and nothing happend.

"Nah... it's not broken." He spoke all nazely because he was blocking and pinching his nose. He knew what to do when it happend as it happend many times before. "I broke it before so whenever I hit it now," which was quite often but he didn't say that part out loud, "the doc says I should get some sorta reconstruction surgury done on it but I never got around to do that." He mostly didn't ever want to go under the knife. The whole idea kinda scared him and he thought he was fine.

Offering her back her other half the kleenex he didn't think how his hand was covered in blood and now the package he was offering back to her was covered and ruined in a bit of blood to. The whole package would work best on his nose by this point.

Finally giving a wave he introduced himself back. "I'm Ron."

[Marinna Neilson]

"Well, Ron, you should probably reconsider that. Considering running into random poles while looking at cars may happen quite often," she said with a slight giggle, "Really though, if the doctor told you it may help, it more than likely will."

As he passed the tissues back to her, she looked down and smiled a bit. "I don't think i'll be needing those back. That blood might ruin the inside of my purse," she said trying to hint at their state, "You probably need them more than I do anyways."

She looked down at his shirt, noticing how much blood their was on it. "You probably need a different shirt too, huh? Thankfully, you're near a store." Suddenly at a loss of what to say, she stopped talking. Almost appearing as if she was thinking of what to say next.

[Ron Spence]

"The insurance companys gonna grill me if I want something like that." He probibly had no idea what he was talking about there but he knew almost nothing about health insurance, or insurance in general. In a way he didn't even understand how the whole system really worked to begin with. That was something he'd have to learn over time though by himself. Somebody explaining to him would just cause more confusion though. He has already to much information he needs to learn from places like school and sports to cram into that little brain of his. "Besides, I don't trust doctors. All doctors want in America is money." He heard that once from somebody and was just repeating. He didn't even know the difference between socalized and private health care.

Taking the kleenex and putting them into his pocket for later use he then looked at his undershirt when she pointed that out. "AUGH!" He wasn't happy about getting the blood on that undershirt. "This is gonna be impossible to wash out." He didn't even know how to get blood of stains, he just bought a new shirt half the time when it happend. Expecially something like a white undershirt. "This was one of my last good undershirts dammit." Putting the kleenex in blood on his knee for a quick second, getting a bit of blood now on his jeans, he took the shirt off and then put the tissue back to his nose, eventhough most of the bleeding at stopped by now.

Looking over at the Sear he rolled his eyes. "That store sucks... I never been in it but I heard it sucks."

[Marinna Neilson]

"I'll be honest, I know nothing about insurance," she explained looking down at her shoes. She took a seat on the nearby curb and adjusted her skirt. Hoping nothing was showing. Hearing his comment about Sears almost made her ashamed to go in like she planned.

Whoa, she thought as he took his shirt off. She took it that her first assumption of him being athletic was correct. He definitely had the muscles to show for it. She quickly closed her mouth, hoping he didn't catch that.

"I've been in Sears a few times. I was actually going to look in there for a present for my mom. Her birthday is coming up," she explained. "If you don't want to go in there, there are plenty of other stores around here. We are kinda at the mall. You could even head home to grab a shirt, ya know?"

[Ron Spence]

When she said the mall comment is suddenly clued into him just where he was. "Oh yeah. I guess we are." A smile went on his face again like a little child when he came to that realization. "I guess thats a good thing or I'd have to keep walking around everywhere shirtless and that would probibly make a lot of people upset." He was honestly serious when he said that, obviously not catching her looking right at his chest in wonder, either that or not clueing into the fact that she was looking at it for obvious reasons. He was use to females looking at it like that though, never really wondered why. It was easy for him to get, all he had to do was work out a lot and working out was easy, something he did with ease and came to great results in the end. One of the few things he felt he did right in the world.

"But will they let me in? What about the no shirt, no shoes, no service thing? How am I suppose to go buy a shirt from them if I have no shirt and have to wear a shirt to get in there?" The whole thing seemed so complicated and such a delema to him. Not to mention he didn't know what store to go to exacly. It didn't occur to him the sports store nearby where he usually bought the undershirts wouldn't care if he came in with no shirt to buy from him once again. "I'm having some tough luck here."

Since the bleeding stopped and by now he could tell he stopped pinching his nose that was making his voice sound odd. "Hey!... I got an idea! You're wearing a shirt... could you-" Here it was, he was about to clue in that he could have her go into a store and buy him some sort of shirt and he could just lend her the small ammount of money he already had on him. "-lend me your shirt or a few minutes so I can go buy a shirt?" What a grest suggestion, counting the fact that her shirt wouldnt even fit him to begin with, his hands are covered in blood, and he just blatently asked a girl to borrow a shirt or whatever it was she was wearing at the time.

[Marinna Neilson]

"They probably wouldn't get that upset about the shirt thing," she replied. Marinna knew she wouldn't mind it. She also knew that she would love to be walking around joining a guy with that kind of body. Not that it would help her reputation any. Then again, who cares? She already ruined that a long time ago.

When Ron looked towards her and asked about wearing her shirt, she burst into laughter. "I... don't...think...it...will...fit..," she said between laughs. Pulling her skirt up a tiny bit, she crossed her ankles while she was sitting on the curb. "What to do?" she asked out loud.

"I guess you're right about the no shirt, no service thing," she said. Tapping a finger to her chin, she began to think. Well, try to think. While she seemed to be smarter than Ron, she still wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was more like a screw driver, while smarter people were saws. "Why don't you just put that shirt back on, and then go buy a shirt. Then when you come out you can change it!" she exclaimed with a huge smile. She seemed incredibly proud of herself.

[Ron Spence]

Looking at his bloody undershirt and shrugged at the thought of putting back on the dirty shirt and only took him half a second to fully realize that it was the best option at the moment. Nobody liked wearing their own blood, expecially blood that came from the nose, but it seemed to be the best option at the moment. She sure didn't like the shirt borrowing idea, probibly because it was a dress or something like that. "That's a good idea, I'll do that."

Putting the shirt on again he then took a tissue from his pocket, one of the ones she gave him as part of the package, and went to wipe his nose of blood that was now drying out on his face. "Thanks for helping me out... I probibly would have just bled everywhere and then walked around the streets covered in blood if you didn't." He was doing that now sure but not near as an extreme to what it could have been.

"Where should I go to buy an undershirt?" Looking around at all the stores he then looked back at Marinna. "What place sells the cheapest ones?" After all the money he spent on sports and so on he always went for the cheapest in this case, besides it was just a cheap undershirt anyway.

[Marinna Neilson]

"No problem. Normally i'm not around when people have accidents. I guess this time it was my turn," she replied as she watched him put his shirt back on. She could feel a frown cross her face and quickly tried to hide it. Sure, she was interested, but she didn't want to come on too strong or anything.

"As for your store delimma, undershirts are cheap almost anywhere. What about over there," she replied as she pointed towards Sears. "Oh wait, that's the place you don't want to go to."

Once again, Marinna was in a state of thought. "Well, maybe if we went to Hollister, I could use my employee discount for you. Although, I must be honest, I have no idea how much an undershirt costs there anyways," she said a little embarassed, "Just pick somewhere I suppose."

[Ron Spence]

"It's your lucky day then." He didn't know what else to say to that comment about how she was never around people that had accidents. Was it that special of an event? He had done so many stupid things with other stupid people, along with sports, that he had seen countless accidents happen to people in so many ways. From broken bones to car accidents, he had seen his fair shair of gross things and emergency room situations. "Stick around me long enough and you might see it again." He was a pretty clumsy guy to, expecially off the sports field where he failed to pay attention to where he was walking to half the time.

As she listed off the places he thought about it carefully. "I guess Sears would work... I never been inside of one." He had before, just not for a while and he had forgotten about it quite quickly as it was a pretty dull store overall. "Do they sell clothing there? I have no idea what's in that store." He would take her word for it. "Think you could show me where the undershirts in that store are? It looks like a big place, I'd find nothing that I wanted there."

[Marinna Neilson]

"Lucky to meet a boy this cute," she said in a flirty way. "So, Ron, this kinda of stuff happens often to you? Running into things and such?" She pushed back a piece of her hair that was dangling in her face. Then, she took her hand and held it out as if she was asking him to help her get up.

"All right, Sears it is. It isn't the greatest place in the world, but they'll have just about anything in there. Yes, lots of clothes," she explained, "I'd be happy to show you where to go."

[Ron Spence]

Heading over there Ron randomly took out a flask and drank a bit of whiskey and then offered it to her. "I run into everything I guess, if it stops me or not." Taking another drink of whiskey he was making a point here. "I just drink some alochol after if it hurts a little."

Then heading over towards Sears he offered her the flask. "Does a sexy one like you want a drink from this?" He then offered it to her and gave her a wink, acting all drunk like when he said that, almost falling over. When he did that he almost ran into a a parked car but quickly dodged it. Laughing he stood up again normal. "Just kidding haha... but if ya want some whiskey here ya go." He then offered it to her as they walked towards Sears.