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Post by bobo on Jun 3, 2009 18:53:31 GMT -5
Chris parked his Suzuki in the beach parking lot. He sighed as he took his helmet off and swung his leg over the side of his bike. Chris’s foot caught slightly on the side of his bike but luckily he caught himself after a few stuttered steps. He shoot his head at himself and put his helmet on his left handle bar. Christopher pulled out his cell phone and dialed his younger cousin’s cell phone. After a few rings it cut to his voicemail. Chris bit back a laugh, “Hey buttface its Christopher. Just calling to let you know that I just got into town, and I’m at some beach. Hurry up and call me back.” Chris took his helmet and made his way down to the beach to walk around while he waited for Jon to call him back. He walked down the beach and found a large log laying close to the water’s edge. He sat down and took off his riding jacket. Chris had been looking forward to this move for a long time now. As much as he loved his parents they were starting to smother him and it was becoming too much for the twenty one year old to handle. Christopher was also excited to live near his cousin Jonathan. They had always gotten along as children, but it had not seen each other in about seven years. Before Chris had a chance to become lost in childhood memories a wave came splashing towards him. He tried to quickly pick up his legs to move them out of the way to keep his boots and jeans dry. Chris succeeded in keeping his pants from becoming wet by the waves but he lost his balance and fell backwards. He got to his feet and tried to brush the sand from his back, “Damn I am a klutz.” motoaus.com/images/stories/suzuki2008/GSXR1000-2008-black.jpg (ßChris’s bike, sorry really OOC) |
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Post by Jonathan Whiteman on Jun 9, 2009 13:39:52 GMT -5
"C'mon, Jon!"
Jon couldn't hold back a laugh at Kenzie's enthusiasm before sighing and shaking his head in mock disapproval of her excitement. "Well geez, Kenz," he chuckled, the soft spring grass of La Push crunching softly beneath his feet as he followed her towards the forest near his house, "It's only the forest. It really looks the same on the inside than it does on the out."
But Kenzie ran on ahead, releasing the hand she'd been pulling him with from his front door, and jogged on ahead, pausing at the forest's edge to turn and call with a teasing wink of her precious, beautiful aqua eye, "C'mon, slowpoke!" And she turned and jogged away, obviously teasing him to give chase.
"Aw, Kenz- I'm sleepy!" he groaned, faking a huge yawn but unable to hide a sly grin as he paused at the forest's edge, watching her chestnut hair bob and weave further and further in. Just give her a second to think she's winning, he snickered in his mind.
She pushed further and further into the wilderness, and he began his first step in pursuit- and, with no forewarning sound, her hair was suddenly no longer visible. He couldn't believe, even with his eyesight, that she'd be able to disappear so quickly, and something about it set his stomach on the edge of nausea as he began at an awkward half-run towards where he'd last seen her. "...Kenzie?" he half-called in an uncomfortable tone- just as an inhuman and unlycan snarl pierced the air--
-as did the one sound that sent his stomach doing backflips to outdo most Olympians: Kenzie's piercing scream. In a flash, he was sprinting towards where she'd disappeared at top speed, hands shaking with intense fear, and he found himself instantly standing in a small clearing-- and in its center lay Kenzie's dead body, her head laying at a gut-wrenchingly unnatural angle from her shoulders, and a thin, lithe woman with dark blonde hair and burning onyx irises standing over her, her lips pressed, to say the least, sickeningly against Kenzie's throat...
Jon's stomach gave an almighty heave as the lithe bloodsucker leaned just far enough away from her snack to whisper just as clearly as if she'd been whispering in his ear, "...A werewolf might have stopped me... Glad to see you're not one...!"
She threw her head back and gave a devious, maniacal cackle as Kenzie's crimson blood began to darken the ground around her-- Jon's bed gave an almighty lurch as he jumped so intensely that he literally floated off of it for a few moments before it creaked with its sudden rebearing of its load. A cold sweat was rushing in torrents down his forehead, and it was by mere luck that he hadn't eaten anything lately that his floor didn't learn what he'd had for supper the previous night. A dream. A dream. She's fine, he panted, frantic, in his head. Safe in Forks. She's fine. His broad, sweaty, shaking palm met his forehead, wiping it dry. Just a dream. He took a deep, ragged sigh and forced himself to stand up. Get it out of your head. No vampire will ever touch her, he reassured himself, taking a shaky step toward his nightstand, where his phone lay, buzzing quietly against the faded brown wood to show he had a new voicemail. He glanced at the number- his phonebook didn't recognize it- and, hands finally starting to calm their shaking, he picked it up and dialed his voicemail, listening to the usual preceedings before the message. Just a dream, just a dream... he reminded himself. At first, he didn't recognize the voice on the voicemail. Must be a wrong number. No, wait- whoa! Chris! For now, the dream was forgotten as he hung up and dialed the recently unknown number on his missed calls list, listening to the ringing while contemplating a comeback nickname. ((OOC: Okay, so forgive me a slight godmod. It's not like it was actually Kenzie or anything. Sheesh!  Plus, it's not like I can play her worth a darn anyway.)) |
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Post by bobo on Jun 9, 2009 15:17:47 GMT -5
Chris tried his best to dust off his jeans and tried to reach the back of his now wet t-shirt. He pulled his shirt off and brushed off the sand before he rang out the water. Chris hoped that Jon called him back soon. The movers would be showing up at his apartment later that day and he still had to go an figure out where his place was exactly at. Christopher wanted to hang out with his cousin for a little while, maybe catch up during lunch and go move into his apartment. He snorted to himself at that thought. Jon was a couple years younger then he was but there were a lot of times when Jon would be the responisble one. In the same breath though they got along well because they both liked to have fun. Chris was just about to pull his shirt back on when he heard his cell phone ringing. He got to his phone just as it would go to voice mail since he did not see the number before he flipped his phone open, “Hello?”
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Post by Jonathan Whiteman on Jun 9, 2009 22:43:08 GMT -5
It rang once. Twice. Three times. The unavoidable excitement that his favorite relative- well, favorite human relative- was somewhere near nearly had him bouncing up and down And just as the fourth ring was about to finish, just before the voicemail would have picked up, Jon heard his cousin answer the phone.
"Hey!" he barked into the phone, ecstatic. "What's happenin', buttwipe?" He couldn't avoid an evil snicker as, stepping quickly from his room in his exact outfit that he'd collapsed onto his bed in after the previous night's patrols (nothing but cargo shorts), he made his way with only a mere touch of grogginess to the front door, swinging it open to view his end of the closest beach he knew of that his cousin could be on. "Where the heck are you, anyway?! I am not searching every beach in the area for you and your clunk of a ride, punk."
He snickered once more, walking out into the cloudy Forks early afternoon, the rough wood of his front porch unnoticeable on his feet as he glanced up and down the beach quickly. Where the heck was the kid, anyway?
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Post by bobo on Jun 9, 2009 23:55:46 GMT -5
Chris laughed when he hear Jon’s voice on the other end of the line. “What’s happenin’, butt wipe?” he laughed at his cousin as he put his shirt down. “Oh not much kido, just waiting on your lazy ass to wake up and answer the phone.” Christopher laughed, this was what he missed the joking around with his cousin. They would defiantly be making up for lost time and Chris grinned at the trouble he could see them getting into. "Where the heck are you, anyway?! I am not searching every beach in the area for you and your clunk of a ride, punk." Chris smirked, “Well some place called La Push, you know the beach you supposedly live by?” He then took a mock offended tone, “I will have you know that ol’ Rhonda served me well. She was a good bike up until that last wreck.”
He grinned as he thought of his new bike and what Jon would say when he saw it. Christopher was about to add another humor filled comment to the conversation when he saw a light breeze pick his shirt up off of the log and towards the water. “Shit!” He temporarily forgot his phone, there by dropping it, and ran to save his shirt before it was claimed by the sea. Normally Chris would let it go but the movers were coming who knew when that day, and he did not want to have to walk around in his new riding jacket. He was lucky enough to save his shirt but by the time Christopher got to his phone he saw that he had accidentaly hung up on Jonathan. Chris grumbled at himself and picked up his phone hoping that Jon had heard him say La Push.
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Plus, it's not like I can play her worth a darn anyway.))
