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Post by olivia chesela o'shay on Sept 11, 2009 1:12:08 GMT 1
Olivia Chesela O'Shay The dark haired girl walked onto the track. She liked to run in between the classes that she had time to. But today was a little different. She wanted to run, and then maybe skip class today. Her mind told her to, but her heart told her differently. She didn't know which to follow. Right now, she was leaning more toward the skipping class.
She began to jog around the track. Her first one to two laps were her warm up laps, and then she would take one more lap at a sprint. She was probably only going to do one warm up lap right now. That was all she really had time for. She smiled as she passed the half way point. She started to hum to herself to keep busy while she jogged. Soon she had made a lap, and was moving into a sprint.
No, she was not that fastest runner in the world, but when she ran, she felt as if she were flying. She grinned, and sprinted around the track. As she passed half way, something went terribly wrong, and she was tumbling to the ground. She landed on her hands and knees, and then rolled over a few times. She was lying on her back when she stopped rolling, and she was looking up at the sky, seeing stars dancing in front of her eyes.
That was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes. She had hit her head on something... the rail along the side of the track maybe? and she was now bleeding. Her head was bleeding pretty badly, and it hurt, too. Her hand went to her head, and then her whole arm went limp. Her whole body went limp actually. She was now unconcious, and it was nearing time to get to class. She knew, very faintly, that no one would be around to help her out here. Not at this time. Everyone was at class, and she was out here alone... unconcious. Nothing could go right now... nothing. And even if someone happened to come along, she might have bled to death by that time. In the back of her mind, she knew that there was little hope, unless she were to wake up... [/blockquote] Character
Olivia Chesela O'Shay
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Um... let's see... I'm thinking none... [/center] |
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Post by theodore preston marshall on Sept 13, 2009 0:39:36 GMT 1
Theodore Preston Marshall This mysterious guy wasn't one to skip class, but today he was just too overwhelmed with the news his mother had told him last night. He had his favorite hoodie on, with the hood up, paired with a simple pair of jeans. Nothing special, but somehow he still managed to look pretty darn good.
He wasn't really sure what he was doing as he headed for the track looking back over his shoulder occasionally to make sure no one was coming, but he knew he had to get somewhere quiet. Perhaps taking a couple laps around the track would do the job, and if not then he would just go drive to the beach or something in his new sports car.
As Theodore neared the track he didn't notice the girl lying on the other side of the track, he was too wrapped up in thought and himself. Theodore has always been extremely unobservant at times. He took off his hoodie and threw it off to the side before he started to jog. He didn't really feel like running quite yet, so he kept at a nice slow pace. He hadn't even made it halfway around the track before he tripped over something; stumbling for balance he turned around to see what could possibly be on the track. That's when he saw her, Olivia, one of the prettiest girls he knew laying on the track completely unconscious.
Before he could even think he was checking her pulse, and listening for breathing, all which he had learned how to do from his mother who is a nurse. With all the blood Olivia had lost he wasn't even sure she was alive. He felt a pulse, so he knew she was alive. He started to reach for his cell phone to call an ambulance, but instead decided he would take her to the hospital himself. Theodore scooped Olivia up quite gracefully and started to jog towards his car, glad he had decided to park so far from the school today as now he didn't have as far to go...
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Theodore Preston Marshall
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Post by phoenix asher on Sept 13, 2009 18:18:38 GMT 1
The sports track, for Phoenix, was probably one of the best places to go during school time, because it meant that he was able to skip classes in a place that was close to where he knew Effy would be, yet at the same time; it was also a place close to.. well, another place. Rubbing his nose as he walked along the path to the sports track, Phoenix Edgar Asher kicked a can across the path and began to think about several other ways he could find to cut class without being caught. But really, the only place that ever came to his mind was the sports track, and that would probably be the only place he could think of. He continued to kick the can as he moved along the path, occasionally looking up and down to see if there was anyone following him. It would be terribly disasterous if a teacher happened to come across the young boy walking away from the class.
At least he reached the sports track, looking left and then right before ducking under the bleachers and shuffling into the corner; the darkest shadow-y part where he knew he wouldn't be found, unless someone decided to join him under there. Phoenix looked out from under the bleachers, watching a bird in the middle of the track trying to get a worm from the ground - it looked like hard work, he didn't want to try that anytime soon. About another five minutes passed before he noticed a dark haired female enter the field; he watched as she started to run around the track, getting faster and faster. The seventeen year old male shook his head because his eyes were getting funny from just watching her run. It seemed to him, that she wasn't very fast, but he carried on watching anyway. It wasn't terribly interesting, but Phoenix had nothing else to do, so he just carried on watching her.
Then, something happened when she got halfway. Phoenix watched with large brown eyes as the female took a trip and came into close proximity with the floor. The boy blinked, tilted his head and then chewed on the inside of his lip. It looked like a pretty nasty fall and there was no-one else around to help her... and he was bad in situtations like this. The junior was going to get up and go help her when he spotted another figure crossing the sports track at the same time. The girl was scooped up into the male's arms and Phoenix chewed his lip. He knew that there was bound to be questions asked about who saw the incident and he had been there, had he not? Sighing, Phoenix got up and raced across the field, following the guy who had the girl in his arms. He came to stop a few moments later... after he'd crashed into the trash can. "Hey, ow, uhh, you need any help?" |
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Post by theodore preston marshall on Sept 14, 2009 3:14:07 GMT 1
Theodore wasn't really thinking about what he was doing, he was just doing it. A gift he had gotten from his father, sometimes it was a good thing, other times not so much. At least his little trip to the track had managed to get all the drama off his mind from the night before, as he had hoped. However, maybe not in this way, he had hoped for a more peaceful class skipping. By now Theodore had almost gotten to his car when he heard footsteps behind him, "Crap," he thought, "I've been caught skipping class, how the hell am I gonna explain this to my parents?!" However, then he heard a younger sounding voice speaking, somewhere more like his age. "Hey, ow, uhh, you need any help?"
That voice sounded awfully familiar, but Theodore still couldn't put a face with it. He was hoping to find someone he knew, someone who would be willing and able to actually help him out with this situation. Before he got too lost in thought as to whom it might be Theodore finally decided to look to see who it might be. Turning around while holding Olivia was not easy though, he nearly lost his balance completely, which would have been very bad with the condition Olivia was already in. After catching his balance his vision focused on the figure only to notice something quite odd.
The boy who had obviously sprinted towards him one whom he didn't recognize at all, he was probably involved in some other talent that Theodore had little interest in or something. As Theodore had guessed he looked about the same age, maybe a grade younger. At this moment, however, he couldn't have cared less who it was, as long as they would help him safely get Olivia to the hospital. Short on breath Theodore managed to sputter out, "Open the door and get me that towel on the seat. And, if you would come with me, I'm going to need something to keep pressure on her head while I drive to the hospital?" he kind of asked, but more like demanded, hoping to get the point across that this was indeed a quite serious situation, and he was not kidding around…
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Theodore Preston Marshall
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375
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Nahh. I do not have any at the moment. 
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Post by phoenix asher on Sept 16, 2009 2:09:26 GMT 1
Usually, Phoenix wasn't any good in situations like these; he would end up getting so annoyed that he would start talking shit and shouting at anyone and everyone. This wasn't because he was an ass.. well, maybe that was slightly true; but what I meant is that, he only, usually got this way (in these kinds of situations) was because he would get frustrated because he never really knew what to do, or what to expect of the outcome. It confused him too, and a confused Phoenix was never really a good thing to encounter, or even experience. So, naturally; his first thoughts about the whole scenario had been to bail, but he'd seen the look on the other male's face and knew that he had to help, because.. well, because there wasn't exactly anyone else around at the moment. That and the added bonus that Phoenix had actually witness the incident at hand.
The stupid trash can got in his way as he made his way over to the male carrying the female, asking if he needed any help. Which, judging by the way he seemed to be handling things rather smoothly at the moment, wasn't necessary. Or, maybe that was just Phoenix's opinion, where it would get him out of this situation; if help wasn't needed. But the.. he couldn't not help, now could he? Oh dear, now he was beginning to confuse himself slightly as the moments passed. The junior looked up at the male, not daring to turn and run away. He stood his ground and would help if it was needed. Which is was, obviously. Though Phoenix recognised neither of the students.
Open the door and get me that towel on the seat. And, if you would come with me, I'm going to need something to keep pressure on her head while I drive to the hospital?
Phoenix felt as though the guy was demanding, rather than asking, and usually he would have told the guy to fuck off, but he realised he couldn't. This was a terrible mess and it was going to take more than one person to get the female to the hospital on time. So, Phoenix nodded his head; opened the car and pulled out the towel, handing it to the male, but at the same time trying to work out if it would be better if he drove them to the hospital.
"Uhh, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I think it might be better if I drive to the hospital and you tend to her wound.." He started, getting another towel out of the car and pressing it against the female's head. ".. I mean, you seem to know what you're doing and I have no clue, I might do something wrong." |
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Post by theodore preston marshall on Sept 18, 2009 0:08:38 GMT 1
Theodore's arms were getting extremely tired, holding this girl up, he found this slightly amusing and ironic since he lifted weights all the time. He wasn't too concerned about this though, he wasn't up to just drop her because he was tired. As the other guy got the towel out and started holding it to the girls head he gently set the girl on the seat. It wasn't until he had set her down comfortably, or so he thought that he processed what the other guy had said. He looked up trying to remember what the other guy said, he didn’t want to sound like an asshole by not remembering or seeming like he wasn’t even paying attention to this guy who was just trying to help.
"Uhh, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I think it might be better if I drive to the hospital and you tend to her wound... I mean, you seem to know what you're doing and I have no clue, I might do something wrong." Theodore almost laughed, but didn't. He fumbled around his pockets for the keys, finally finding them in his right pocket. He tossed them over to the guy before stating, "You sure as hell better be a good driver" He half smiled hoping the guy would realize he was joking. It was really hard to keep a situation like this lighthearted though, and truthfully it probably shouldn't even be light-hearted.
Theodore quickly jumped in the back seat, propping the girls head up on his lap. The blood had already soaked through this second towel, it was then that he realized how serious this was, she was losing a lot of blood. He threw the towel off to the side before grabbing a new one off the floor. He was grateful that he had just done laundry and all his towels were still in his car. After making sure he had a good grasp on the girls wound situation he then worried about his seatbelt. Theodore clicked it into place, then looked up at the other guy, "You do know how to get to the hospital, right?" |
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Post by olivia chesela o'shay on Sept 18, 2009 0:46:43 GMT 1
Brightly colored lights flashed before her. Reds and greens and purples and blues, and then finally a gold. It stayed gold and she could hear the voices around her, though she couldn't make out what they were saying. She couldn't feel anything. She felt as if she were floating. And then, all at once, pain replaced all of that.
Her eyes fluttered open and stared up into the face of someone who looked familiar, but she couldn't remember his name. She couldn't even remember what had happened. All she could remember was that she had almost died. She could feel pressure on her head. It hurt. It was a pain the started at her head, and swam all the way through her body.
"Ow! Hey that hurts! Who are you anyway? Where am I? What happened? Ow..." She spoke quickly, wondering if she was being kidnapped. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she tried to sit up. The pain in her head stopped her. She rested her head back down on the guy's lap, and stared up at his face.
He was a handsome guy, that was for sure. With his brown hair and tan face. She knew him, but she couldn't quite but a name to his handsome face. She lifted a hand and placed it on the side of his face. A gentle, but shakey hand. It rested there on the side of his face for a moment, before she dropped it and looked out the car window. She didn't have a clue as to where she was, or why she was here, but she knew that this guy was trying to help her.
Her eyelids covered her brown eyes once more, and she watched as the golden light took over. She was floating again, no longer in the care with the nameless guys, but floating in her thoughts. She could still hear them, and if she would have opened her eyes, she could have seen them, but she just couldn't find the strength. She sighed before she went silent and floated there, listening to the two guys in the car. |
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