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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 2, 2009 6:47:04 GMT -5
 Another night had arrived for Tracey.
Every night before she'd fall asleep, she'd put on a CD and listen to it. She loved the sound of music toning down as she fell deeper into her slumber. But there's been a problem.
She's had trouble sleeping for quite some time now. She never knew why she couldn't sleep. It's been going on for a week or two now. Nothing had happened to her recently. She wasn't scared of anything. She just wasn't sleeping. Tracey would sometimes wake up at about midnight, or somewhere near three am in the morning. She doesn't just wake up and then fall back to sleep after a while, she'd wake up, then sleep for a few minutes then wake up every hour or so. But it's gotten worse. Nowadays, she wakes up, and stays awake until breakfast, which would usually include lots of coffee and toast.
When she'd wake up, she'd either toss and turn until she fell asleep three hours later, or she would walk around doing nothing. Recently, Tracey wouldn't be bothered to just toss and turn back and forth in her bed, she would always find walking around a lot more interesting. But if she was feeling too lazy, then tossing and turning is what she would do. When Tracey decides to walk around, she'd go to the same place thrice, then change destination. This time she decided to walk over to the park. She never had a reason why she chose these places, she just chose them.
Tracey put on her shoes, grabbed her keys, and made herself a drink to bring along, just incase. She'd always bring a small jacket along too, as it would always be cold at that time of night. Just before she'd leave, she'd take a look at her watch and decide how long she would stay out, before coming back to try and fall asleep. The park was quite a long way from her house. It was cold too. The moonlight was the only thing she could see in the sky. There were no stars at all. All Tracey could hear were the song of the crickets, and a feel the cool wind push against her body.
Tracey had always loved the swings at parks. It was no surprise that once she got there, she headed straight for them. Gently swinging back and forth, she hardly remembered why she was there in the first place. The movement of the swings helped her relax, reminding her of when she used to be in a rocking bed when she was just a baby.
Just as she got up and decided that it was time to get back home, Tracey heard something. It sounded as if someone was coming. Whoever, or whatever it was. It was approaching rather slowly, as if it were walking.
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Post by Dare Talent on Aug 3, 2009 11:59:05 GMT -5
She's unstoppable, unpredictable
I'm so jaded, calculated wrong --> Dare wasn't at his best that night. Though he wouldn't be counted at his worst either. He had gotten drunk. Not that it wasn't anything new. The only 'new' part about it was that he was wondering aimlessly around. If he didn't trip on something underfoot and fall down and lay there for the night then a cop would pick him up. He was afterall underage. Somewhere in Dare's currently muddled mind this made sense he had to get home. Home is tttthhhhhaaat way Dare thought suddenly taking a very severe left. At least from afar he didn't appear drunk. Dare had always had steady feet even when he was drunk. Nahhh, home is....ooh a park.
--> It was true. A park lay a couple feet in front of Dare. And by the swings was a pretty girl. Maybe he was dreaming... He trudged up closer to see her features better. She looked familier but he coildn't really place her in his memory. Heck, he couldn't even find his way back home.
--> "I think I'm lost." He informed the girl. A grin spreading on his face. Dare leaned up against the swingset pole. The alcohol seemed to be wearing off. It was the down of being Dare. Even one glass of alcohol and he would end up like this.
Muse: Moderate
Word Count: Around 220
Lyrics: Please Take Me Home by blink-182
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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 4, 2009 6:39:59 GMT -5
She was able to stay calm long enough to be able to see who exactly it was. A young man, came towards her. He seemed alright from a distance, but as he got closer, she could see that he wasn't too good after all.
I think I'm lost he told her, leaning onto one of the swing set bars, with a grin slowly climbing up both sides of his cheeks. 'He must be drunk or something. No surprises there, that's all guys do these days. Drink.' Tracey thought to herself. Her ex-boyfriends were all the same. They were arrogant and annoying. Which is why her attitude towards their gender had changed a lot. But she was happy enough just being on her own. Single, independent and window shopping for guys too.
'Don't you think it's a bit too late for you to be out drinking?' Her arms were crossed together. This was one of her ways of signaling that she didn't really care. It was about 3am. Time for her to walk away and get back to try sleeping again. Tracey looked at him one more time before she started to walk away. His facial expression seemed quite strange to her. But Tracey still didn't care. So she began to walk away.
She took about 30 steps away from the swing set post he was still leaning over for support before she started to feel guilty about leaving him there like a lost child in a supermarket. 'Ugh' she moaned loudly, looking up at the moon above her. Tracey couldn't help walking back to him and getting him to stand upright, away from the pole. She pulled his arm over her shoulder. Not believing what she was doing, she could smell the scent of alcohol in his breath. Praying it wouldn't take too long, she helped him on his way home.
'So, where do you live?'word count - around 300
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Post by Dare Talent on Aug 4, 2009 13:19:28 GMT -5
 `[/color] *[/color] She's unstoppable, unpredictable[/color] ;;[/color][/font] I'M SO JADED, CALCULATED, WRONG[/color][/font][/center] ¨ [/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ~[/color][/font] ♚[/color] ~[/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ¨[/color][/font][/center] --> The girl had crossed her arms and didn't look to thrilled to see Dare. Don't you think it's a bit too late for you to be out drinking?" This rememinded him of being scolded by his aunt in the past. But just as when he was being scolded by her, he grinned. "Aww come on...I've only had a couple of drinks. It's never to late to party." He told the girl like it was a matter of fact thing.
-->Suddenly to his dismay she simply started walking away from him. Luckily for him she came back to him. His grin brightened, "Couldn't leave me here? I'm too good looking." He chuckled like it was a joke although no one could probably hear him because when he was drunk he could only say so many words before his sentence ended up in a big mumbly slur. But then again she might have heard him. But that's how Dare was slightly arrogant and full of himself. Though he would never admit it. Dare then felt himself being pulled upward as he had started to slouch on the swing pole a lot. With his arm now around her he felt a lot more steady.
--> "So where do you live?" Dare thought about it and remained silent for a couple of seconds. "I live inna apartment. Crappy. 1932 Westwood Road." His sentences were choppy, but Dare was silently proud of himself for remembering where he lived. He had a bad memory when he was sober even. He then got an image ofthe surrounding apartments and knew that it wasn't a very good place to be. Especially at night or whatever time it was. He was poor, with barely any money to his name. His source of income was his job, selling paintings he did and gigs. Which resulted in not much to live off of and even less when he blew it on drinks [/color][/font] TAGS[/color] ;;[/color] Tracey[/color][/font] WORDS[/color] ;;[/color] Around 322[/color][/font] CLOTHES[/color] ;;[/color] Clothes shown in above picture[/color][/font] NOTES[/color] ;;[/color] n/a[/color][/font] MUSIC[/color] ;;[/color] Please Tak Me Home by blink-182[/color][/font] CREDIT[/color] ;;[/color] KContagiousx3@CAUTION&&Blank Pages[/color][/font] |
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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 5, 2009 1:12:00 GMT -5
'Yeah. Sure.' she struggled to say. With half his bodyweight now leaning over her shoulder, and being pushed against the side of her body, she helped him stay upright without falling to the ground. He was heavier than she thought he'd be, maybe because of the fact that he couldn't hold himself up and every now and then, he would be weak in his knees and tumble to the ground.
I live inna apartment. Crappy. 1932 Westwood Road He told her. tracey could hardly make out the words coming out of his alcohol-intoxicated mouth. But she was able to unscramble his address soon enough..
It took a while for them to reach back to his place. It was a small, cramped apartment, which surroundings looked very unsafe.
"So, you never told me what your name was, I'm Tracey." she asked him, followed by a large yawn. Tracey was finally tired and wanted to just drop to the ground. Making it all the way there was hard work, and she was just about ready to fall to fall asleep. |
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Post by Dare Talent on Aug 5, 2009 20:44:56 GMT -5
` [/color] *[/color] She's unstoppable, unpredictable[/color] ;;[/color][/font] I'M SO JADED, CALCULATED, WRONG[/color][/font][/center] ¨ [/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ~[/color][/font] ♚[/color] ~[/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ¨[/color][/font][/center] --> The girl had helped Dare all the way there. It was no easy task either because Dare's apartment was far away. He couldn't exactly tell how far away it was because he was cearly drunk. To him it just seemed a lot of walking. Or stumbling in his case, to only be held up by the girl.
--> Finally they had reached his apartment. It was small and cramped. Mostly because in every corner was a drawing or painting of some sort. An old couch that looked like it had been rescued from a curb stood limply in the small living/dining room. In the living room/ dinin room was a small table, held straight by a brick under one shorter leg, and two chairs. In the living room was only the couch, a blanket, a guitar and amp. No tv. Nearby was a kitchen that was slightly a room on it's own because of the half walls. Meaning the bottom was a wall and the top was open. The normal kitchen essentials were in there....if you could get past the clutter of pens, pencils and drawings. There was only one bedroom and that was down the microscopic hallway. The door was shut, but by judging the rest of the apartment one could guess it held an assortment of drawing and paintings as well. The other door, on the left, in this hallway was half open revealing a bathroom.
--> "So, you never told me what your name was, I'm Tracey." The girl told Dare. The name seemed familier like Tracey's appearence but he still couldn't place her in his memory. Dare slid his arm off from around her and sank into one of the two chairs by the small dining room table.
--> "I'm the one and only, Dare Talent." He remained quiet for a couple of seconds. There would be no drinking for him tomorrow. Instead he would have to zomie walk himself to collage. "Thanks for taking me home." He said, nodding and looking down at a nearby piece of paper which contained a drawing of a '06 Mustang Shelby. It was a pencil drawing and very rich in detail. Dare wasn't used to being sincere about anything. Usually if he got himself into a mess he would be the one getting himself out of it...
--> Then he saw her yawn. Well of course she would be tired. They had walked far. Again Dare didn't know how far exactly. "You can chill on the couch." Dare remarked pointing to the lumpy dark red couch. It was one of the few clear objects in the room. The only thing on it was a red and black plaid blanket.
--> "If you too tired to go anywhere you could stay here. I promise I won't do anything." Dare grinned. Obviously he was starting to feel better from the zombie moment. "I'd lend you my car, but it's a piece of shit. So it might not go far. Guess I can't buy everything on looks, huh?" Dare continued to smile. The last bit was just a usual bit of Dare. But it was basically a joke, seeing the state he lived in. [/color][/font] TAGS[/color] ;;[/color] Tracey[/color][/font] WORDS[/color] ;;[/color] Around 514[/color][/font] CLOTHES[/color] ;;[/color] Clothes shown in above picture[/color][/font] NOTES[/color] ;;[/color] n/a[/color][/font] MUSIC[/color] ;;[/color] Aliens Exist by blink-182[/color][/font] CREDIT[/color] ;;[/color] KContagiousx3@CAUTION&&Blank Pages[/color][/font] |
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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 6, 2009 10:51:32 GMT -5
I'm the one and only Dare talent. Thanks for taking me home. He said, nodding and looking at a drawing placed beside him. She had forgot she asked him, she was too tired to remember small things like those.
"Is that a '06 Mustang Shelby?" Tracey knew about cars alright. When she was younger, she used to play around with her dad, in his garage, and learn about different cars. He'd test her skills and see how much she'd learn about what he'd taught her every now and then. She was then able to change tires, rims, engines and fill the car up with gas. All when she was only 8. No surprise that she had passed her first driving lesson with flying colours.
You can chill on the couch. He pointed at a small red couch with a black and red plaid blanket on it. Plaid was her favourite pattern in the world. Mostly because her mum wore plaid nearly everyday, and that it reminded Tracey of home.
If you too tired to go anywhere you could stay here. I promise I won't do anything. he grinned. Tracey looked back at him. She smiled.
"You better not" She giggled quietly.
I'd lend you my car, but it's a piece of shit. So it might not go far. Guess I can't buy everything on looks, huh? She laughed a little again.
"I guess not.I can tell you're slowly recovering from all that alcohol in your brain eh?" she giggled once more. Tracey never really had a normal conversation with a guy before. It was always usually with guys that wanted to get with her, friends, or her Dad. She found him pretty amusing. She smiled a lot. Something she hadn't done with a guy that wasn't her boyfriend, or again, her Dad.
She snuggled into the warm blanket, then felt something on her leg. She reached down into the blanket, down to just about where her ankles were. It was a book full of drawings of different things. Tracey looked real impressed. She never knew someone with so much talent like this before.
As she flipped though the pages, her eyes couldn't hold on any longer. Tracey was finally asleep, with the sketchbook in her hand and a blanket to keep her warm a night. |
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Post by Dare Talent on Aug 6, 2009 20:12:28 GMT -5
` [/color] *[/color] She's unstoppable, unpredictable[/color] ;;[/color][/font] I'M SO JADED, CALCULATED, WRONG[/color][/font][/center] ¨ [/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ~[/color][/font] ♚[/color] ~[/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ¨[/color][/font][/center] --> Dare himself was just about as tired as Tracey was now. Though he was good at not shoiwng it. "Is that a '06 Mustang Shelby." Dare looked back to the drawing next to him on the table. "Yup. I guess I have a thing for them. That and '64 Corvettes."
--> Tracey didn't seem to mind staying in Dare's small apartment over night...or was it early morning? "You better not." She giggled quietly. She was seeming in a much better mood then before.
--> "I can tell you're slowly recovering from all that alochohol in your brain, eh?" She giggled once more. "I'm a speedy recover-er. Recover-er-er. I recover fast. It must be my charm. My brain just doesn't want to stay out of it too long." He said chuckling.
--> She then got into the warm blanket on the couch. Dare knew it was warm because he stole it from a hobo...not really. It was warm because it was one of the things he had taken from his aunt's house. She didn't know about it, thankfully. Tracey had found his sketchbook and was flipping through the pages with a smile on her face. Dare didn't see how long she flipped through his sketchbook because his eyelids suddenly felt heavy. As if a minature sumo was sitting on each one.He mused silently. He had fallen asleep slumped over the picture of the Mustang and onto the table.
--> Morning came way too early. Dare knew because subtle things usually woke him up. The blinds were closed, but it wasn't very effective. For a few couple of seconds he didn't know where he was, then realized he had fallen alseep at the table. For a minute his brain spazzed worried he might have fallen asleep in his cereal, but the night..or morning flew into his memory. With a jolt he realized he must have slept longer then he meant to. Digging his cell phone out of his jeans pocket he checked the time. 12:43 PM. Seeing this made him stand up with a shock. As there were a whole bunch of drawing around him they all fluttered to the floor in the known whoosing sounds.
--> "Fuck." He said almost too loudly. He was late for class. Not that it made a whole differance. He had never been late or missed class before so it shouldn't be that bad. Besides his Proffesor adored him. He sat down, not very gracefully, and nearly missed the chair. BUT he did make it on the chair, except the chair made the urt from moving a little.
--> He looked over at Tracey to see if shehad gotten up or snuck out before he woke up. But nope, there she was asleep on the couch. His sketchbook tucked under her hand and the blanket still around her. He thought he saw her stir. Wouldn't be a surprise the amount of noise he had accedently made. But then again, Dare was never pegged for being quiet.
--> "Wake up sunshine!" He declared rather loudly. This of course would wake her up. Now that he missed the beginning of class he had the whole day to chill. A strange rarity in Dare's world. [/color][/font] TAGS[/color] ;;[/color] Tracey[/color][/font] WORDS[/color] ;;[/color] Around 535[/color][/font] CLOTHES[/color] ;;[/color] Clothes shown in above picture[/color][/font] NOTES[/color] ;;[/color] n/a[/color][/font] MUSIC[/color] ;;[/color] Cliffdiving by +44[/color][/font] CREDIT[/color] ;;[/color] KContagiousx3@CAUTION&&Blank Pages[/color][/font] |
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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 6, 2009 22:30:53 GMT -5
Her peaceful dreams were slowly fading away. Gently, and quietly, as the sunshine rose and it's sun rays danced on her face. She seemed really comfortable.
Her dreams were full of what could be in the near future, involving music, her career, and possibly more arrogant ex-boyfriends.
Fuck! He shouted out.
This all seemed like random words being shouted out in her head. Not knowing where all the noise had been coming from, and thinking it was still a dream, Tracey stayed asleep.
She started to remember last night, and what had happened, her whole conversation with Dare came rushing back.
'06 Mustang Shelby...speedy recover-er-er
Wake up sunshine! Dare shouted out.
"Two more minutes..." Tracey had forgotten all about and where she was, especially that she was sleeping on a couch, and not queen-sized bed she could roll around in. But Tracey had rolled to her left anyway. And fell off the couch with a large *thud*. "Never mind, I'm up now. Or in this situation, down." Luckily she pillow on the couch had fallen to the floor before her, and cushioned her little head from the fall. The sketchbook, went flying in the air. Dare managed to catch that though. "Nice save." She looked at him all grumpy. "What time is it?" She looked at her wrist, realising that she didn't have her watch on and that she must have left it at home. "Pass me your phone."she said. "12:52?! I am so late for class." Tracey had never missed a class for lame excuses like sleeping in before. So she decided to take the day off. If she had gone into class anyways, no one would have believed that she helped a lost, drunk guy all the way back to his place, all at about midnight.
"Now what? You didn't do anything to me or anything last night did you? 'Cause if you did, I swear I will murder you." |
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Post by Dare Talent on Aug 6, 2009 23:21:45 GMT -5
 `[/color] *[/color] She's unstoppable, unpredictable[/color] ;;[/color][/font] I'M SO JADED, CALCULATED, WRONG[/color][/font][/center] ¨ [/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ~[/color][/font] ♚[/color] ~[/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ¨[/color][/font][/center] --> "Two more minutes." She had mumbled. Dare couldn't help but laugh softly. The last he heard that was in some movie. Then she had rolled over and fell off the couch. Thud. "Never mind, I'm up now. Or in this situation, down." Her head had landed on the pillow which was a stroke of luck. The other stroke of luck was the fact Dare had caught his sketchbook in midair. "Nice save." She looked grumpy, but Dare couldn't help from full out laughing.
--> "What time is it?" She asked looking at the non-existent watch on her wrist. "If your going by that watch..I'd say it's half past a freckle." He said nodding as though he was completely serious about that. "Pass me your phone." "You want my phone number? Okay." He said as he passed her the phone. Obviously he was awake enough the be 'full of himself' again. "12:52! I am so late for class." She exclaimed. "I, myself, am taking the day off. The professor I believe has a thing for me so I'm all good. " Dare informed her giving her two thumbs up with a huge grin plastered on his face.
--> "Now what? You didn't do anything to me or anything last night did you? 'Cause if you did, I swear I will murder you." "Oooooh fiesty today, are we? No for your information I crashed at the table all night long and I must be on my way to the bathroom to get rid of the pencil smudges. That is unless you want me to do something else first? He stated pointing to a large smear of pencil on his face, covering from below his right eye to his jaw line. He finished with a grin. Most girl would have groaned and walked away from him by the end of his statement. But he wasn't actually serious..or was he? One would never know, and maybe Dare himself didn't know. Either way would be fine for him. The best way to get around his 'full of self' statements was to ignore them like they were never said.
--> Though this time instead of waiting for an answer he walked to the bathroom to rid himself of the pencil smears. Dare came back with that side of his face almost red from constant scrubbing and in a change of clothes which explained the long absence. He seemed slightly on the wet and fresh side because he had taken a shower while he was at it. "Ready? I'm guessing you want to go by your house? Or would you shower here?" He asked. Not that he was really searching for an answer that second because he had started fixing the Mustang picture he had accedently smeared as he slept. [/color][/font] TAGS[/color] ;;[/color] Tracey[/color][/font] WORDS[/color] ;;[/color] Around 464[/color][/font] CLOTHES[/color] ;;[/color] Clothes shown in above picture[/color][/font] NOTES[/color] ;;[/color] n/a[/color][/font] MUSIC[/color] ;;[/color] Stab My Back by All American Rejects [/color][/font] CREDIT[/color] ;;[/color] KContagiousx3@CAUTION&&Blank Pages[/color][/font] |
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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 11, 2009 2:11:07 GMT -5
Oooooh fiesty today, are we? No for your information I crashed at the table all night long and I must be on my way to the bathroom to get rid of the pencil smudges. That is unless you want me to do something else first?[/i][/color] He told her, pointing at the pencil smear on his face from his right eye all the way down to his jaw line. Fine. Go ahead As Dare went into the bathroom, Tracey decided to walk around his place and see what kind of things he was into. With all the drawings and sketchbooks he had all over the place, she could obviously see that he was definetely into drawing, he was good at it too. All the detailed artwork lying ontop of the table and sofa. Some of the were of cars, others of scenery from around Fairview. Dare seemed to be taking his time in the bathroom, scrubbing the pencil smudges off his face. So all Tracey could do was walk around and wait for him to get out. She walked over to the window and looked over the path they had walked from the park to his place. It seemed pretty far away, as all you could see were the trees and the swing she sat on last night. He had finally come out of the bathroom. He looked very clean and fresh. A huge to difference t how he looked last night with his wrinkled shirt and dirty jeans. Now, he had a new pair of clean clothes, and a half red face from rubbing the smudge away. Tracey had actually thought he looked quite handsome in fact, besides the redness of course. But so she didn't get too carried away, she asked "What took you so long? It's like you went fishing in the toilet or something." She laughed not too long after. Ready? I'm guessing you want to go by your house? Or would you shower here?" He asked. "Yeah, I'll go back home." she replied not trying to sound at all insulting. " Would you mind giving me a ride back home?" Tracey asked, looking out the front window. [/size][/font]
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Post by Dare Talent on Aug 11, 2009 21:36:30 GMT -5
` [/color] *[/color] She's unstoppable, unpredictable[/color] ;;[/color][/font] I'M SO JADED, CALCULATED, WRONG[/color][/font][/center] ¨ [/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ~[/color][/font] ♚[/color] ~[/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ¨[/color][/font][/center] --> Dare had found Tracey walking around his apartment looking at all his sketches and drawing. The only paingint actually hanging up was a painting of his guitar in perfect detail. The Mustang was a doodle compared to it. "What took you so long? It's like you went fishing in the toilet or something?" She laughed.
--> Dare couldn't help laughing either. "Nah, fishing isn't my thing. Too time consuming." He joked.
--> "Yeah, I'll go back home. Would you mind giving me a ride back home." She asked him and Dare continued to smile.
--> "Sure, if you don't mind a piece of shit car. I think it's my good looks that keep it going, honestly." He chuckled and grabbed his keys from underneath a huge pile of drawings on the counter in the kitchen. Most of the drawing fluttered to the ground after he grabbed his keys but he didn't pick them up or make any indecation that he would.
--> He walked to the arpartment door and held it open for her. From here you could see his '94 Chevy Cavalier. Perhaps it didn't appear that bad from afar. Maybe a little dented on one side, but Dare was neccesairly talking about the physical condition of it he was talking about the motor. Now the motor was complete shit. And would take maybe a couple of trys...or maybe 10 trys to get it going. It was nearly impossible to go anywhere in cold or extreme hot. [/color][/font] TAGS[/color] ;;[/color] Tracey[/color][/font] WORDS[/color] ;;[/color] Around 246[/color][/font] CLOTHES[/color] ;;[/color] Clothes shown in above picture[/color][/font] NOTES[/color] ;;[/color] Dare's Car[/color][/font] MUSIC[/color] ;;[/color] You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison by My Chemical Romance [/color][/font] CREDIT[/color] ;;[/color] KContagiousx3@CAUTION&&Blank Pages[/color][/font] |
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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 12, 2009 11:37:30 GMT -5
"Sure, if you don't mind a piece of shit car. I think it's my good looks that keep it going, honestly" Both he and Tracey started to laugh. She smiled widely.
"Thanks" Tracey turned her back to him and went over to her bag on the couch, where she had placed it, along with her blue jacket that she had wore last night. As Tracey made her way back to Dare, she saw him in the kitchen grabbing his keys and a large pile of drawings fluttering to the floor as he pulled it out from underneath. Dare, walking over to the door, had ignored the mess and held the door open for Tracey. She nodded back in appreciation, then walked through.
She started to wonder, that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't another arrogant jerk like all most of the other guys she's ever known. Unfortunately, whenever Tracey would think or wonder, or speak to herself in her head, it would always show on her face, that something was going on in that head of hers. So, as Dare closed the behind him and turned round, she had the look she would always have on her face when she'd start to think. A sort of 'lost' look, but not exactly. Tracey would be physically there, but not mentally. She just stood there, biting her bottom lip, as she usually would.
Suddenly, Tracey heard a voice and her train of thought and wonder vanished. She turned around and saw Dare's car from afar. From that distance, it didn't seem like a pile of crap as he had described it.
"I was expecting your car to look crappy. You kept saying it was a piece of shit. Sure it's a little bumped up, but it doesn't look that bad. As long as you've got fuel, and the motor's running, then everything should be okay."
Tracey knew that if anything went wrong with the car, she would help out in fixing it, brushing up on everything she had learned from her dad when she was younger. She would definitely see it as a lot of fun, like she always had. |
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Post by Dare Talent on Aug 12, 2009 20:47:06 GMT -5
` [/color] *[/color] She's unstoppable, unpredictable[/color] ;;[/color][/font] I'M SO JADED, CALCULATED, WRONG[/color][/font][/center] ¨ [/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ~[/color][/font] ♚[/color] ~[/color][/font] *[/color][/font] ¨[/color][/font][/center] --> Tracey got her things that she needed and went out the door Dare was keeping opened for her. Quickly he locked it. He didn't have much, but better safe then sorry. He turned around and noticed Tracey had a sort of lost in trance kind of look. It didn't really seem anything to Dare because that's how he look when he wasn't talking to anybody or on stage. Even when he was drawing he had that look on his face.
--> However his curiosity got the best of him, "Whatcha thinking about?" He seemed genuinly curious. However if she wouldn't rather not tell him he wouldn't mind it. When he got that way basically nothing was in his mind and he was simply in a trance.
--> "I was expecting your car to look crappy. You kept saying it was a piece of shit. Sure it's a little bymped up, but it doesn't look that bad. As long as you've got fuel. and the motor's running, then everything should be okay." Tracey said as soon as she saw his car.
--> "Yeah, it's lovely." Dare said sarcastically. "Problem is that looks can be decieving. The motor and 'inards' are complete shit and completely fucked up. I'm not much a mechanic. I can draw a car, drive it, put gas in it and that's about it." Dare said nodding.
--> He walked to his car and opened the passanger door and got in the drivers door. He put the keys in the ignition and like always the car wheezed. And wheezed... and wheezed.. Finally it sputtered to life...then died. Dare groaned and tried once more. Nope...nothing. "It's dead." He stated rather unhappily.
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Post by Tracey Michelle Rexton on Aug 16, 2009 10:51:02 GMT -5
Dare walked over to it and opened the door for her, again, she nodded in thanks. But Tracey didn't get in before she knew what was wrong with his 'crap car'. He turned the key in the ignition. Nothign but wheezing and a 'rututut' kind of sound came out of the car. But on his last try, the car bursted out in life, then all of a sudden, it gave out its last breath. But not for long.
Dare groaned and said, "It's dead." Tracey's mouth moved over to one side then she started to bit her lip, which was a common habit of hers if you've noticed so far. Then she walked over to the front of the car to check it out. As she popped open the hood, Tracey put her hand in carefully inside to feel around. Once she took her hand out, she started to look around carefully. Dare stated that they'd have to walk if they couldn't fix it.
"Yepp. It's definitely messed up." As she looked at Dare to inform him about something he obviously knew, his car sputted out a bunch load of smoke. Tracey started to cough uncontrollably. She used to have asthma when she was little, which didn't help at all. She stepped to the side, out of the way of the black smoke as fast as she could. Tracey just couldn't stop coughing. Her throat ached. Her eyes burned from the smoke. She sat on a step behind her, still trying to breathe in something other than smoke. Tracey could tell she was in trouble.
She had nothing else in her lungs but black smoke. Everytime she tried to breathe in or out, the next breath hurt more than other. She couldn't seem to get any oxygen in. She started to blame herself, thinking she did something wrong.
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