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Post by Harlequin Powers on Aug 3, 2009 10:46:25 GMT -5
The previous nights antics had led her into the hospital. The nurses under the assumption that she had actually tried to commit suicide; no matter how many times she'd explained to them that she'd simply just 'fallen from the fire escape in her apartment block'. It had only been one storey, but it had still been enough to temporarily render her with the inability to move her limbs as was normal. A few minor cuts and scrazes here and there, one huge one on her side - her rib cage took a really nice beating from the fall. Overall she was pretty damn lucky to have not broken a single bone in her body from the fall, not that she really care to be honest... well, actually that was lie.
She did care, because if she'd broken a bone, or several, in her arm then that would mean she wouldn't be able to play guitar in the upcoming battle of the bands event. As it was she was already suffering because of the sprain and bruise to her wrist; which the stupid nurse had strapped up for her. Along with the wound to her shin. Honestly; she'd rather not cause so much fuss, but she'd been helpless and hadn't the decency to call her friends. She had been reckless and she had been stupid, but now this just took the ultimate biscuit. Having fallen asleep in yesterday's clothes, the brunette had woken up in the early hours of the morning and decided to go for a walk, in the dark.
Wearing purple skinny jeans, a panda t-shirt, her old stripey jacket, Nike's and shiney bangles, the eighteen year old had left her apartment in the wee hours of the morning just so that she could go for a walk to 'clear her head'. For several hours she had just been walking and doing nothing in particular.. well, until she'd hit Whitman park and found a tree to climb and sit in for a few more hours. She wasn't tired, but she was bored and in desperate need for some kind of attention to keep her occupied from going mad. Just sitting there, swining her leg gently in the breeze as she watched the park start to wake up. In the distance there was a figure, now who could that be?
The figure cleared the tree and the girl scrambled down, a soft smile crossed her features as she slipped behind the person and started to just ... stalk her for several moments until she was found. The person in front turned around and the guitarist raised her bandaged hand, giving her a slight wave and a faint smile. "Not a very good stalker, am I?" she asked, her voice a slight whisper.
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Post by makingacharrie on Aug 4, 2009 13:41:31 GMT -5
   • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •Duke could not, and would not, miss the wonderful oppurtunity of seeing the sparrows and robins in the middle of the summer. He, being a bird enthusiast, loved watching their yearly visits to Fairview. Duke had come to the park stocked with tons of bird seed, a proffesional camera, binoculars, arts and crafts supplies, and a scrapbook messily labeled: Bird Book.
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[/size] ow, this was a bad idea, figuring our Dukie had no way of transportation. This meant he was forced to walk on pavement. Luckily, the eighteen-year-old had been able to carefully waddle to the park without tripping over his own two feet and destroying his mother's camera. Duke was cursed with childish clumsiness, and really shouldn't have been walking anywhere, especially in a situation where his feet were not avalible for vision.A[/size] nd so, Duke took strides, his feet hitting the pavement like anvils. Duke was early by a whole three months. He hadn't listened to his mother, who actually knew what she was talking about. Duke's mother, a wise woman, explained to her child that sparrows and robins wouldn't come to visit Fairview until the early winter. However, Duke decided to be a very stubborn being, and did not listen. He figured that if the birds did not show, he could just photograph the resident birds. Besides, it was all for fun, wasn't it?V[/size] ery carefully, Duke began to look for a nice place to set up his crafts/photography studio for birds. The boy decided on a rocky area in the park, right underneath a gargantuan oak tree. As our Dukie continued to walk, he began to become exicted. The boy began to half-skip, and consequently, tripped over an untied shoelace. He quickly fell backwards, onto the grass. Duke was able to drop his load on the grass as well, but he also noticed a girl standing above him." Not a very good stalker, am I?" the girl asked, after smiling and waving at him awkwardly.[/size] " N[/size] ot as bad as I am a walker," Duke replied, casually getting up and flashing a bit of a Hanes label. He pulled down his shirt and stuck his hand in a pocket. Duke blushed a little and grinned a bit. He released a strained grin and stuck out his other hand.
Duke examined the girl. He noticed she had blond streaks and a few scars. Now, Duke was smart enough to know that those weren't normal at all. However, the boy would worry about those later, after they were on a first name basis.
"I'm Duke Lattimore. You can call me either Dukie or Duckie. And you are?"
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Tag ! Harlequin!
Location ! The Park!
Apparel! OUTFIT
Lyrics ! Breathe Carolina's Diamonds
Banner Credit ! samantha1234 of caution.
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Word Count !Four Three Eight
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Aug 5, 2009 9:19:34 GMT -5
Harlequin watched as the boy in front of her started to half skip and half walk at the same time. It was quite amusing to her and if she wasn't a polite person; she'd probably ask him if he was okay... well, she wasn't polite and she did find the whole thing utterly amusing. Harlequin grinned down at the boy as he looked up at her, her lips curled upwards to reveal perfectly white, straight teeth. She asked him if she was a bad stalker ( to some extent ) as she raised her hand to wave at him awkwardly.
Not as bad as I am a walker. The brunette bit back a smart remark and watched as he lifted himself up, off of the ground and shoved a hand into one of his pockets. He grinned and Harlequin raised an eyebrow at him. Already she could feel a snarked remark on the tip of her tongue. He stuck out his hand and she looked at it for a moment.
"You ought to be careful where you're walking, boy." the guitarist mused, placing her smaller hand in his and shaking it gently. "You never know whether you'll end up flat on your back and in pain, or just flat on your back in general." Prehaps she was being rude, but that was her general personality, so...
I'm Duke Lattimore. You can call me either Dukie or Duckie. And you are?
Leaf grinned and let go of his hand. "Harlequin Powers, but you, good sir, can call me Harley or Ace." Flashing him a grin, the brunette rolled up the sleeves of her striped jacket and pushed her hair behind her ears. "But seriously, dude. If you're going to walk, I think it'd be in your best interest to do it properly, just encase. Y'know what I mean, eh?" her accent brushed Canadian mixed with French slightly. Afterall, she was from Quebec.
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Post by makingacharrie on Aug 5, 2009 12:48:19 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Duke had been particularly amused by the girl, who had identified herself as "Harlequin" or "Ace". Her modest sarcasm had...interested him.
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[/color] ell, I'll call you Ace, then. And it kind of seems that you need to make sure you don't walk off of buildings. Why are you all scraped up, if you don't mind me asking?" the boy asked, looking at Ace in a curious way.
H[/color]aving the demeanor of an eight year old, Duke's breath smelled of ice-cream. Vanilla, to be exact. He was intruiged at the way she'd shook his hand, as most females would cower in fear if he had asked them to do so. He was pretty tall. [/size] A[/color] Canadian, she was. Duke could tell by her accent, which was obviously displayed at the word "encase". He was about to ask her about the ridiculously strange streaks of blond in Ace's hair, when a massive bee began to orbit around him." What the hell?!!? That thing is freaking massive!" Dukie screeched, cowering from it and trying his best not to get stung. The bee, however, persisted that it land on him, and instinctively, he ran to go hide behind the oak. This display looked quite awkward and increasingly ridiculous. What kind of "6'4 man was afraid of a bumblebee? Only Duke!" EEEEOOWWW!" he screamed, once the bee had come to follow him and sting his left leg. Duke screamed bloody murder, so it was quite odd. He had always been a target for flying bugs, but not bees! Of course, our little Duke fell to the grass, once more. He shrieked out of pain and utter surprise, covering his bleeding sting with his hands." J[/color] ESUS CHRIST! GET THE FREAKING FIRST AID BAG!!!" Duke cried, pointing at the bag that he had dropped during his first fall. Now, he was beginning to draw attention to them, and he did seem a bit, crazy. Duke needed a pill to stop the swelling, or else he'd have to take a trip to the very place he worked, the hospital. It'd also be likely his mother would allow him to go anywhere outdoors again.[/blockquote][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Status ! Done
Tag ! Harlequin!
Location ! The Park!
Apparel! OUTFIT
Lyrics ! Breathe Carolina's Diamonds
Banner Credit ! samantha1234 of caution.
Template Credit ! samantha1234 of caution.
Word Count !Three Five Six
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Aug 7, 2009 9:03:39 GMT -5
There was something about this boy that was intriguing her more and more, her slight smirk transformed into a full one as he spoke after her own introduction.
Well, I'll call you Ace, then. And it kind of seems that you need to make sure you don't walk off of buildings.
Harlequin raised one of her eyebrows and tilted her head to one side as he mentioned the buildings and not walking off of them. "I didn't do it intentionally, fool." she started, taking a step closer to him after they shook hands. Why are you all scraped up, if you don't mind me asking? She laughed slightly and shook her head as she opened her mouth to answer him.
"I fell off of the fire escape at my apartment building." The faint smell of vanilla ice cream filled her nostrils and Harlequin smirked, again. "Raided an ice cream parlour, did we?" Hinting about his ice cream breath with a slight wave of her hand. He was tall, but she wasn't exactly small. Her height was exactly five feet and seven and three quarter inches, not too much difference, but it was still noticeable.
Suddenly, a bee came out of nowhere and decided that now would be a good time for a seat on Duke's nose. What the hell?!!? That thing is freaking massive. Her green eyes watched as the six four guy darted behind an oak tree, head tilted to the side as she stood still, perfectly calm. Obviously the bee wasn't interested in her so she remained standing, watching Duke.
EEEEOOWWW! Harlequin wouldn't admit it later on in life, but she jumped. Actually jumped after he screamed. Taking a step back, the brunette shook her head gently and continued to watch as he fell on to the grass. The bee stung him, apparently and she was just sitting there.
JESUS CHRIST! GET THE FREAKING FIRST AID BAG!!!
Unsure as to whether or not to follow his instructions, the brunette found herself reaching for the 'first aid bag' and passing it to Duke with a look of confusion across her face. "That bee either has some serious thrill issues, has a taste for the male species, or is obviously out to get you and exact some form of bee revenge, or something."
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Post by makingacharrie on Aug 8, 2009 10:57:11 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Riduculousness. The utter ridiculousness of the whole situation was overwhelming, especially to Duke. He accepted the first aid bag with a faint smile and searched for the alcohol and a cotton ball. Eventually, after a few moments of silence, he found the perfect combination and stuck it on his nose. He was only shocked with pain, but the eighteen-year-old persisted until he felt the pain disappear, along with the stinger of the bee. Then, the boy popped a pain pill in his mouth and waited.
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[/size] nd so, they sat in silence for awhile. Dukie had just been stung by a bee and had screamed bloody murder. That, certainly, wasn't the best way to get on the right foot with a girl. It made Duke feel immature for the first time in his life. Well, at least he didn't cry, right? Or had he? Duke really didn't notice much else than the pain from the sting, so perhaps he had. Speechless, he was.F[/size] inally, the pain pill had begun its work on Duke's nose, and he was able to speak. "Falling off a building? Did it hurt as bad as this sting?" Dukie asked, pointing to a swollen bump on his nose. The bee had done its job by protecting its nest, which obviously was nearby. Anyway, the boy instinctively got up and continued setting up his photography tent, as if nothing at all had happened.[/color][/size] Several minutes passed, and finally, Duke's job was done. He casually sat down and opened up a lunch pail that contained two sandwhiches, a Capri Sun, and a set of "home baked" cookies from Mom. "Yeah, I think it was my 'I just Robbed Coldstones' breath, and would you like some?" Duke asked, covering his sandwhich filled mouth with one hand as he lifted the other sandwhich with the other. He dangled the sandwhich from the hand, grinning slightly behind his mouth shield."Nice weather we're having, huh?"[/blockquote][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Status ! Done
Tag ! Harlequin!
Location ! The Park!
Apparel! OUTFIT
Lyrics ! Breathe Carolina's Diamonds
Banner Credit ! samantha1234 of caution.
Template Credit ! samantha1234 of caution.
Word Count !Three Five Six
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Post by Harlequin Powers on Aug 10, 2009 5:46:25 GMT -5
The silence was deafening as the two of them just sat there. Harlequin hiding her amusement by covering her mouth with her hand and coughing to shield a small giggle that would have turned into a full blown laugh if it'd had the time too. She watched as he covered the sting with something - it smelt like alcohol and she couldn't help but shift backwards slightly, out of the smell range, and then dabbed at it with a piece of cotton wool, and then shoved a pill in his mouth, waiting.
There was even more silence as the boy, Dukie as he'd introduced himself as a preferred name, sat there with the cotton wool on his nose waiting for the pain to subside. Harlequin couldn't imagine how much a bee sting would hurt, but by the way he'd screamed bloody murder, she was sure that it was positively painful - though probably not as painful as falling off of a fire escape. She wondered if he was aware of the fact that he'd been immature, or not. Amused, she was.
Falling off a building? Did it hurt as bad as this sting? Leaf shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't know; I've never been stung by a bee so I couldn't really compare the two sets of pain." The brunette smirked faintly and looked at the lump on his nose. It looked pretty swollen, maybe he was allergic to them, or something? "Though I didn't cry when I fell off the fire escape." She mused, emphasing the word 'cry' with as much force as possible. She watched as he then started to set something up.
Intrigued by the boy, Harlequin just sat there, watching him. Several moments passed before he finally sat back down again and pulled out a lunch pail. The guitarist tried to stifle a giggle, but only succeeded in forcing out a very fake cough as she saw his lunch pail. Clearing her throat and composing herself, Harlequin rubbed the side of her nose with slender fingers and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Yeah, I think it was my 'I just Robbed Coldstones' breath, she nodded, unconvinced. and would you like some? He held up sandwiches, she took them from his hand tentatively and looked at them. Nice weather we're having, huh? She nodded, unwrapping the sandwiches.
"What's in the sandwiches, Dukie?" she asked, pulling the bread apart to see.
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