DAYS OF FUTURE PAST, Issue #2
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Keia
I aim to misbehave
Lorenzo Reynolds Hps: 2/2
Lorenzo had heard the movements in the room, others talking quietly near him. He hadn't moved, once he realized that Jenn was sleeping against him. He wanted to giver her as much rest time as he could . . . plus, there was just something about her laying next to him that felt right.
Lorenzo had heard the movements in the room, others talking quietly near him. He hadn't moved, once he realized that Jenn was sleeping against him. He wanted to giver her as much rest time as he could . . . plus, there was just something about her laying next to him that felt right.
Lorenzo opened one eye and looked in Jenn's direction, a grin tugging at the side of his face. "I try not to question my good fortune," Lorenzo said quietly, "it doesn't come around too often . . . lately at least. That was very . . . very . . . ." Lorenzo struggled for the right words to say, then just decided to end it there.Jenn said:
"Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . geez, what a tough taskmaster," Lorenzo said, grinning. He hopped up and offered his hand to help Jenn to her feet.Coach Shelton said:
Radiant
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Jennifer Allen
Ok girl, that's the time to say something smart, don't let him see the situation confuseses you. Just get over it with some wity comment.
"... uh...well ... yeah..."
Great, nice job. That was sure to impress him.
The upside of her rullfed up hair is that she can hide half her face under it for the moment. She only wishes she had grown it longer at this moment.
After another second of trying to wake up and sort out her feelings at the same time, she notices the offered hand and takes it, still without looking into Zo's face. Her feel suddenly look real interesting.
about a minute later:
"OK,THAT DOES IT!!!"
Going through the clothes the coach laid out Jenn looks like someone just dropped a dead animal into her lap.
"Just a sec, I'm so coming with you and getting my wardrobe."
She smiles at the Coach as she runs to the bathroom to her herself at least a bit fixed.
"Sorry teach, no offense but your collection of women clothes is terrible. Of course anything else would have made me realy sceptic now that I think about it..."
Keia said:
Ok girl, that's the time to say something smart, don't let him see the situation confuseses you. Just get over it with some wity comment.
"... uh...well ... yeah..."
Great, nice job. That was sure to impress him.
The upside of her rullfed up hair is that she can hide half her face under it for the moment. She only wishes she had grown it longer at this moment.
After another second of trying to wake up and sort out her feelings at the same time, she notices the offered hand and takes it, still without looking into Zo's face. Her feel suddenly look real interesting.
about a minute later:
"OK,THAT DOES IT!!!"
Going through the clothes the coach laid out Jenn looks like someone just dropped a dead animal into her lap.
"Just a sec, I'm so coming with you and getting my wardrobe."
She smiles at the Coach as she runs to the bathroom to her herself at least a bit fixed.
"Sorry teach, no offense but your collection of women clothes is terrible. Of course anything else would have made me realy sceptic now that I think about it..."
Nuke261
Rogue Warrior
With Andrew and Corey's letters in hand, Coach Shelton headed for the truck. "I don't care what you kids do, there's not a whole lot to get into. There's some weights and a freezer full of food in the basement. Try to stay inside, no need tempting anyone to spot any of you. We should be back in about 2 hours." With that, he closed the door behind him and the truck could be heard starting up in the garage.
They were back in town within a few minutes. Taking the right combination of roads made the trip pretty quick. Coach Shelton seemed to know roughly where everyone lived but he did need a few pointers once they got close. He did not drop anyone directly in front of their house. They were all dropped off a street over or behind. He gave each of them instructions that he would pick them up in about 45 minutes. He was going to stop at his apartment in town and check on some things, after dropping off Catherine. He also gave each of them his cell number in case anything went wrong.
Coach Shelton appeared confident and reassuring, which was exactly what they all needed. However, the truth was that he was not happy about splitting up the group and everyone being on their own. He also knew that these were kids whose entire lives had been spent with their family and they needed some kind of closure before completely dealing with the nightmare that their lives were becoming.
They were back in town within a few minutes. Taking the right combination of roads made the trip pretty quick. Coach Shelton seemed to know roughly where everyone lived but he did need a few pointers once they got close. He did not drop anyone directly in front of their house. They were all dropped off a street over or behind. He gave each of them instructions that he would pick them up in about 45 minutes. He was going to stop at his apartment in town and check on some things, after dropping off Catherine. He also gave each of them his cell number in case anything went wrong.
Coach Shelton appeared confident and reassuring, which was exactly what they all needed. However, the truth was that he was not happy about splitting up the group and everyone being on their own. He also knew that these were kids whose entire lives had been spent with their family and they needed some kind of closure before completely dealing with the nightmare that their lives were becoming.
Velmont
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Andrew looks at the window when the truck is leaving.
"Seems we got two more hours to spend. I really need to do something or my brain will get kill by all these thoughts..."
Andrew walks to the nearest bibliotheque he has spotted and start to look at the selection.
"Long time I hadn't taken a book to read for pleasure... always had school book to read and understand when it wasn't some diet book or book about training."
"Seems we got two more hours to spend. I really need to do something or my brain will get kill by all these thoughts..."
Andrew walks to the nearest bibliotheque he has spotted and start to look at the selection.
"Long time I hadn't taken a book to read for pleasure... always had school book to read and understand when it wasn't some diet book or book about training."
Radiant
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Jennifer Allen
Great, so this is it.
Jenn looks at her parents house and realizes that she will probably never see it agian. Still that's no reason to take any risks. With practiced ease she swings over the fence and runs through the garden. A short leap and her arms reach up into the tree under her window and she pulls herself up to it. She did it dozens of times before if she didn't want her parents to notice her so its no hard task. Silently she enters her room and looks around as if she would see it for the first time.
At the last moment she catches herself as her hand reflexivly reaches for the radio.
No music for your last show. That's just sad.[/color]
She takes another minute to look around before she determendly opens the closet and gets her travel back. Then she goes through her closes in a frenzy, pulling out a few things to stuff them in the back. A pair of pants and a shirt fly to the sofa.
Can't go out again in this stuff.[/color]
She goes through her room and picks up a few small items that are important to her but leaves out anything that is too big. A necklace her mom gave her, a book, that stupid comic book her brother had drawn for her.
This realy sucks but he was so proud of it.
After a few minutes she is read to leave again. Almost as an afterthought she goes to her desk and writes a short note.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. ;-) "
If she makes it any longer her parents would worry. This is her way to go at life, without caring. No reason to change the attitude to make them worry.
A last look in the mirror and she's ready to go.
Great, so this is it.
Jenn looks at her parents house and realizes that she will probably never see it agian. Still that's no reason to take any risks. With practiced ease she swings over the fence and runs through the garden. A short leap and her arms reach up into the tree under her window and she pulls herself up to it. She did it dozens of times before if she didn't want her parents to notice her so its no hard task. Silently she enters her room and looks around as if she would see it for the first time.
At the last moment she catches herself as her hand reflexivly reaches for the radio.
No music for your last show. That's just sad.[/color]
She takes another minute to look around before she determendly opens the closet and gets her travel back. Then she goes through her closes in a frenzy, pulling out a few things to stuff them in the back. A pair of pants and a shirt fly to the sofa.
Can't go out again in this stuff.[/color]
She goes through her room and picks up a few small items that are important to her but leaves out anything that is too big. A necklace her mom gave her, a book, that stupid comic book her brother had drawn for her.
This realy sucks but he was so proud of it.
After a few minutes she is read to leave again. Almost as an afterthought she goes to her desk and writes a short note.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. ;-) "
If she makes it any longer her parents would worry. This is her way to go at life, without caring. No reason to change the attitude to make them worry.
A last look in the mirror and she's ready to go.
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Keia
I aim to misbehave
Evening
Reynolds residence, Oak Grove, Smalltown
Lorenzo walked up the street to his home, watching as coach and the others drove off to drop off their passengers. The street lights provided sufficient light to at least see his home one last time . . . for a long while if not forever.
The Reynolds home was not quite so big as many in the allotment, but it was the only house that had been here before there was an allotment surrounding it. The house was more than a hundred years old, beautifully worked in a Victorian style and renovated several times through its life to maintain its authenticity. Lorenzo's mom had snagged a phenomenal deal on the property, which included the lot next door, leaving them a bit of space on one side instead of having a neighbor within arm's reach. They'd put in a deck and a pool a couple years ago, which his little cousins from up north loved.
Inside everything was dark and extravagant, with fantastic wooden engravings. Spiral staircases, little niche rooms, and even a 'secret' passage gave the house an interesting character, which was only enhanced by the work of the professional decorators Mrs. Reynolds had hired.
Lorenzo's room was on the second floor, just off a balcony hallway that overlooked the family room on the first floor, which the kitchen was just off of. There was a basement too, of course, and also a 3rd floor in a couple of spots, though the vaulted ceiling of the master bedroom took up most of what would have been the 3rd story.
Lorenzo thought of his room, his bed . . . with its quilts and blankets – a wide, tall feather bed with authentic 19th century stained oak. The bed was huge and was a dream to sleep in. The problem? It was almost too difficult to get out of it, as though the bed was sucking you back in. Lorenzo grinned at the memories . . .
A roll-top desk and several dressers – all authentic 19th century furniture, was offset by the more modern comfortable black leather desk chair and computer (built from parts at the computer store he helped out at).
His parents should both be home around this time of the evening . . . Lorenzo still wasn’t certain what he would say. It was before the family curfew, and he had left a message that he would be out – earlier in the day. He wasn’t coming home in his car so that might raise some questions – if they looked or listened.
‘Ah well, wing it as always, Zo’ Lorenzo thought as he turned the knob to open the front door.
Reynolds residence, Oak Grove, Smalltown
Lorenzo walked up the street to his home, watching as coach and the others drove off to drop off their passengers. The street lights provided sufficient light to at least see his home one last time . . . for a long while if not forever.
The Reynolds home was not quite so big as many in the allotment, but it was the only house that had been here before there was an allotment surrounding it. The house was more than a hundred years old, beautifully worked in a Victorian style and renovated several times through its life to maintain its authenticity. Lorenzo's mom had snagged a phenomenal deal on the property, which included the lot next door, leaving them a bit of space on one side instead of having a neighbor within arm's reach. They'd put in a deck and a pool a couple years ago, which his little cousins from up north loved.
Inside everything was dark and extravagant, with fantastic wooden engravings. Spiral staircases, little niche rooms, and even a 'secret' passage gave the house an interesting character, which was only enhanced by the work of the professional decorators Mrs. Reynolds had hired.
Lorenzo's room was on the second floor, just off a balcony hallway that overlooked the family room on the first floor, which the kitchen was just off of. There was a basement too, of course, and also a 3rd floor in a couple of spots, though the vaulted ceiling of the master bedroom took up most of what would have been the 3rd story.
Lorenzo thought of his room, his bed . . . with its quilts and blankets – a wide, tall feather bed with authentic 19th century stained oak. The bed was huge and was a dream to sleep in. The problem? It was almost too difficult to get out of it, as though the bed was sucking you back in. Lorenzo grinned at the memories . . .
A roll-top desk and several dressers – all authentic 19th century furniture, was offset by the more modern comfortable black leather desk chair and computer (built from parts at the computer store he helped out at).
His parents should both be home around this time of the evening . . . Lorenzo still wasn’t certain what he would say. It was before the family curfew, and he had left a message that he would be out – earlier in the day. He wasn’t coming home in his car so that might raise some questions – if they looked or listened.
‘Ah well, wing it as always, Zo’ Lorenzo thought as he turned the knob to open the front door.
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Kangaxx
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Corey Vinyard
Corey stares at the paper for 5 minutes before putting the pen to it. How am I supposed to say goodbye forever? ... Don't think about it, just write.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry I'm not home yet. It's been a long day and <scribble> You probably heard about the mutants on the news today. I was one of them. I have to leave Smalltown now, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back. I miss you already. You always said I should make more friends, and I guess I am now. Please take care of my magic stuff. I stashed $40 in a secret compartment I put in Grandma's picture frame. And most of the Svengalis are under my bed. I hope you're not disappointed in me, I'll try to be someone you can be proud of. I love you always.
Corey
OOC: Didn't coach want Corey to come help him with something? Is Corey at the house or with coach Shelton now?
Corey stares at the paper for 5 minutes before putting the pen to it. How am I supposed to say goodbye forever? ... Don't think about it, just write.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry I'm not home yet. It's been a long day and <scribble> You probably heard about the mutants on the news today. I was one of them. I have to leave Smalltown now, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back. I miss you already. You always said I should make more friends, and I guess I am now. Please take care of my magic stuff. I stashed $40 in a secret compartment I put in Grandma's picture frame. And most of the Svengalis are under my bed. I hope you're not disappointed in me, I'll try to be someone you can be proud of. I love you always.
Corey
OOC: Didn't coach want Corey to come help him with something? Is Corey at the house or with coach Shelton now?
kid A
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Eleyna Robertson
As Coach Shelton was pulling close to her house, Eleyna looked at Gabe and squeezed his hand. "Good luck, okay? I'll be with you after... well, after we're done." Smiling to reassure him, she knew he probably saw through it. But, the last thing she wanted was for him to be worried about her. Gabe's got enough on his mind without worrying about me.
She hopped out of the truck onto the sidewalk, and waved as the SUV turned the corner and disappeared. Walking briskly, Eleyna glanced around non-chalantly to ensure that nothing seemed out of place. Before she was ready, her parents' small house appeared before her. Choking back tears, she attempted to suppress the memories that flooded back to her. Head and stomach aching, she strengthened her resolve, walked up to the front door and opened it...
"Mom? Daddy?"
As Coach Shelton was pulling close to her house, Eleyna looked at Gabe and squeezed his hand. "Good luck, okay? I'll be with you after... well, after we're done." Smiling to reassure him, she knew he probably saw through it. But, the last thing she wanted was for him to be worried about her. Gabe's got enough on his mind without worrying about me.
She hopped out of the truck onto the sidewalk, and waved as the SUV turned the corner and disappeared. Walking briskly, Eleyna glanced around non-chalantly to ensure that nothing seemed out of place. Before she was ready, her parents' small house appeared before her. Choking back tears, she attempted to suppress the memories that flooded back to her. Head and stomach aching, she strengthened her resolve, walked up to the front door and opened it...
"Mom? Daddy?"
Radiant
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Jennifer Allen
One last look at her suroundings, and of course in the mirror, and Jenn is ready to leave. Just at the door she stops again and throws her keys and cell phone back at the table.
Guess this time I won't need that.
Out of her room she quietly walks through the floor, reflexivly sneaking past her parents bedroom.
They aren't here stupid.
Then she stops at her kid brothers door.
But he may be.
She realy wants to talk to him. Almost as much as she wants to say goodbye to her parents in person. But that's not her.
You've got a reputation to keep. Jennifer Allen is the toughest and she allways wins. Time to prove it. Wining just means leaving your life behind without a word. But they will know. They know how you play and that it was the best thing for all of us. They don't know a thing, so they can't be forced to answer any questions.
Without noticing it she brushes a single tear out of her face and takes quick and silent steps to the backdoor. She leaves the house as fast as possible, not even looking back once and heads for the meeting point. By the time she reaches it nothing of the strain is still visible on her and she looks like sneaking around town is her favourite pasttime.
One last look at her suroundings, and of course in the mirror, and Jenn is ready to leave. Just at the door she stops again and throws her keys and cell phone back at the table.
Guess this time I won't need that.
Out of her room she quietly walks through the floor, reflexivly sneaking past her parents bedroom.
They aren't here stupid.
Then she stops at her kid brothers door.
But he may be.
She realy wants to talk to him. Almost as much as she wants to say goodbye to her parents in person. But that's not her.
You've got a reputation to keep. Jennifer Allen is the toughest and she allways wins. Time to prove it. Wining just means leaving your life behind without a word. But they will know. They know how you play and that it was the best thing for all of us. They don't know a thing, so they can't be forced to answer any questions.
Without noticing it she brushes a single tear out of her face and takes quick and silent steps to the backdoor. She leaves the house as fast as possible, not even looking back once and heads for the meeting point. By the time she reaches it nothing of the strain is still visible on her and she looks like sneaking around town is her favourite pasttime.
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