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Post by Ezra Stevenson on May 28, 2012 16:18:55 GMT -5
  
DATE April 18th
TIME 6:00 pm
WEATHER Nice cool evening
Ezra moved to LA not to long ago after having her ex- boyfriend cheat on her with some flusy that he had just met. She was tired of it all and dealing with the whole thing on men. Granted it was hard enough for her to even socialize with some one, to even let some one in; betrayal was the worst thing some one can do to her. But coming to LA she wanted a fresh start and even perhaps figure out who her mother is. As she looked threw that had information about her gift of seeing peoples past. Mostly Greek and Norse mythology had people similar to her talents. She even heard rumors of people seeing future and past things as well. But every thing led her back to The Fates and The Norns. One of which she found them to be well rounded the same beings. Minus a few things like looks.
She rode her bike to a bad part of LA that most people dare not dread. But she had been talking to this one person for quite some time and today was the day that she was going to meet this mysterious person. Granted it wasn't like her to even meet some one unless they meet in a public place. But she was so disparate to know her mother that she threw that idea out the window completely. But she drove up to this what looked like an abandoned house, full of broken windows and the door was half way hanging off. It looked a place she really didn't need to be at this given time, even if she didn't have a bat with her either.
She put her bike in park and double checked the address. Taking a deep breath she shut her bike off and headed towards the abandoned house. She zipped her hoodie up and put the hood on over her head. She looked down on the ground to make herself seem nonthreatening. She even placed her hands in her pockets as well. When she walked on the porch she knocked on the door, but it didn't seem to matter because the door came right off the frame. "Apparently I don't know my own strength," she muttered to herself.
She walked into the house saying, "Hello is anyone home? Hello this is Sightsee2497. Is anyone here?" She allowed it to go silent as she walked around what appeared to be a living room. But all she saw was a torn couch and broken down chairs. She started to open the curtains to let some light pierce threw and she waited for some one to enter in to the house.
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Post by Tobias Perez on May 30, 2012 7:49:57 GMT -5
Skid Row was for many people a place to avoid. The place had gotten the nick name ‘The American capital of homeless people’, and it was rare not to see one or two lost souls and their sleeping-bags. For Tobias Perez, the place represented the damned souls wandering around, with death as the only way to move on. It was not only a place of depression but a place where the darkness and hopelessness was nearly contagious. Skid Row reminded Tobias that some people were worse off than him. He stopped to look at his own reflection in a half broken window. His jaw was bruised.. he had come home a little early and found his mother’s boyfriend to be home. Unfortunately for Tobias, his ‘stepfather’ had been drunk and in a bad mood. Tobias flexed his muscles as he looked at himself; the tight wifebeater made him seem more mature. Other than that, Tobias Perez looked like his usual self; the worn and torn jeans, his left shoe had a hole where you could see his gray sock.
Tobias was on his way to one of the abandoned houses in the area. Well the house was as abandoned as an abandoned house in a neighborhood filled with homeless people could be. It was his special place and usually he was lucky enough to have the place all to himself. This time however, Tobias had a feeling that someone was there.. It could be because of the fact that the door was missing. It was not a local; all the locals knew they needed to use the window at the left side of the door. Tobias crawled in, nearly soundless. His eyes grew accustomed to the dark rather quick. The other person called out and Tobias rolled his eyes; unless the person had some kind of weapon, Tobias found it unwise to announce one’s presence in a neighborhood like this. Tobias sat quietly in the sill of the window and decided to observe.
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Post by Ezra Stevenson on Jun 1, 2012 14:02:44 GMT -5
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Post by Daren Drake on Jun 5, 2012 14:10:06 GMT -5
((Sweetheart, you don’t have to write every post with that picture, it takes a lot of space – not saying you can’t, just saying you don’t have to. Also, Daren might seem like a dick, don't take it personal  )) Daren had been at work all day, it had been one of those days where there hadn’t been any classes and he had for some reason decided to work his day away and not being able to get the time to pass quickly enough. He hated those days where the time just seemed to be taking forever to pass and yet for some reason, he had looked up at the big digital watch at the dolphins pool seeing it was 5.15 pm and that he had a quarter back before he was off, looked down to talk to one of the dolphins, looked up and then it was 5.45 pm. Bummer. Now the young water-mammal trainer was looking for his oldest and best friend Tobias Perez to maybe get a beer and talk about old days. It seemed to be one of those days where talking about the old days were suitable. No talking about women, kids, work, school or anything else that seemed to be going on in their lives. No. Just good ol’ days where they used to play football and kick some serious butt. Daren never really knew where Toby was, it was hard since Daren knew that the guy wasn’t working that day, his stepfather was home so Daren knew that Toby wouldn’t be there and since the latino guy didn’t have a phone, Daren would just have to guess. Well, he wasn’t at their usual bar where they had a tap that Daren secretly paid for once every month – Toby didn’t like Daren spending money on him, but for some reason Daren had a suspicion that Toby knew about the secret payments and had at some point accepted it, as long as it wasn’t in front of his face. He wasn’t at the aquarium where Daren worked either – the guy had gotten a season ticket, so that he wouldn’t have to pay to get in to wait of Daren. Daren knew that the guy wasn’t at their fellow friend Phoebe’s either, Toby didn’t much care for Phoebe’s big fancy house or her father and Phoebe wasn’t home either – Daren knew this because she had been talking about having to stay at the library all week for some big semester paper. Only one place left for Daren to look for his friend. The old abandoned houses on Skids Road. Daren found a bottle and smashed it against a house a few blocks away and hid it under his jacket – he wasn’t stupid; he knew how dangerous that place could be. He finally reached the house and furrowed his eyebrows in wonder; the door was open, someone who didn’t know shite about the place they were in was inside. Daren walked over to the window and crawled in just in time to hear the person ask someone – whom Daren could see from behind was Toby – if he was someone whose name sounded like it was from World of Warcraft. Judging by the voice, Daren guessed that the person was a woman and hidden by the dark he rolled his eyes; what kind of stupid bitch would come to such place alone? Even Rachel and Phoebe knew to be armed and keep quiet when they were at such a place and even then, Phoebe would never go alone. Yes, this girl was definitely looking for danger. Maybe she wanted to be raped, killed and then stolen from, being found later all naked and decomposed. “No. I’m EmoUnicornPrincess666, wanna come take a ride on my hippogriff?” He commented, suppressing a laughter as he didn’t want to be a total dick and laugh straight to her face. Yet. He looked at her as the light from the open door and window shined on her and raised an eyebrow; yes, judging by her looks she was one of those attention seeking morons who wanted the world to think she was suicidal or something. Definitely not his or Toby's taste, but they were allowed to have a bit of fun messing around with her head, weren't they? |
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