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Post by anabelle thompson on May 9, 2009 12:47:01 GMT -6
Anabelle Jane Thompson [/color] Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?[/center] Slamming blue, gym locker number 202, Anabelle was more than in a rush to get onto the ‘court. It was early, not nearly seven a.m yet, and she was determined to get some much needed basketball practice in before her’s and the sophomore gym class started. Anabelle pulled her long, mid-back length hair back into a loose pony tail before opening the big, wooden doors that led in the Susan B. Anthony Memorial Gym. She passed through the doors, pretending that she was the star ‘attraction’ on her team and they were going to play against Wonderland’s rivals. Pretending was always something she liked to do, even now at twenty years old. It was always exciting to make-believe that you’re someone you’re not. Anabelle’s mother had always said she got her imagination from the thousands of fictional works she read, which was probably true, but Belle wouldn’t let her mother know that.
Belle’s blue eyes scanned the familiar building, from the bleachers to the four big windows that let the morning sunlight shine in through them. It had been a good two weeks since she had last stepped on the courts. Taking the Wilson basketball that was resting quietly at her feet, she picked it up and began to dribble. At first, it was like watching a baby bird fly for the first time. Then, after a few minutes, she began to get into the familiar groove. Taking a shot from inside the three point line, Belle watched the orange ball bounce ungracefully off the backboard. “Darn it,” she mumbled under her breath as she ran off after the stray ball. It was a good thing she was practicing a good two months before the actual game season began because she was gonna need it.
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Post by chester byrd on May 9, 2009 13:25:57 GMT -6
Chester was just walking into the Susan B. Anthony Memorial Gym when a basketball rolled toward him. He had gotten up insanely early, as usual. He found little interest in rushing around to try and get everything done quickly in the morning, so he woke up earlier than most. At the same time, he went to bed late. His mother always used to scold him for it, because she claimed that his lack of sleep would kill him one day.
If Death came though, he was pretty confident that he would be able to prank is way out of it. There's a prank for everything, including escaping death. He would just have to find it.
Chester Byrd reached down and picked up the basketball before the girl who had shot moments before could grab it. He didn't know her name, but he had seen her around a few times. She was a Junior, he was sure. Or maybe a Senior...
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked with a grin, holding the ball above his head. He stood at six foot, two, significantly taller than her, so it was no challenge to hold it out of what he assumed to be her arm-length.
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count: one nine seven
notes: I'll tryy. xD
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Post by anabelle thompson on May 9, 2009 13:44:16 GMT -6
Anabelle Jane Thompson [/color] Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?[/center] Belle's wide eyes watched the basketball roll off in the direction of the doors. Gingerly, she began to run after and, to her surprise, stopped in her tracks when the wooden doors flew open revealing a rather tall, brunette male just standing there. The ball stopped just shy of his feet and Belle felt a lump in her throat and he bent down. His fingers outstretched themselves as they grasped the ball. Belle gulped and felt an adrenaline surge in her veins. She took a few cautious steps toward him.
"Whatcha doing?" His voice rang out as Anabelle's eyes followed the ball above his head. Somehow she had the feeling that her ball was way out of her reach. Decisevely, she responded, "Practicing, now may I please have my ball back? Seeing the stranger's grin sent shivers down her spine and the thought that she wasn't going to get it back without a fight ran across her mind.
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Post by chester byrd on May 9, 2009 22:12:52 GMT -6
"Hmm." The sound was simple, yet almost mocking. Not necessarily in a rude way, but in the same teasing fashion Chester preferred to speak in. Still though, he held the ball up, his brown eyes looking her up and down. Yes, she definitely looked familiar, but he couldn't remember a single thing about her. How frustrating.
"Practicing, now may I please have my ball back?"
He smiled even wider. "Ah, but what if I do not wish to give you back your ball? After all, there is that one rule... oh dear, I don't know if I can remember it just now..." He trailed off, his face creasing in a frown as he appeared to struggle with his thoughts. "Oh, right! Finders keepers, loosers weepers. The good ol' playground rule." His grin returned again, and he moved the ball back and forth above his head slowly.
"Here, how about Imake a deal with you? If I win, I can ask any favor of you. If you loose, you will do one thing I ask, hmm?" He spoke fast, his words coming out in a rush; he hoped it would cover up what he actually said. Usually, speaking like that fooled people easily, because they automatically interpreted the second part to be the conditions on which if they win. With any luck, the situation would play out the same in this case as well.
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notes: No biggie. 
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Post by anabelle thompson on May 10, 2009 9:25:51 GMT -6
Anabelle Jane Thompson [/color] Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?[/center] "Ah, but what if I do not wish to give you back your ball? After all, there is that one rule... oh dear, I don't know if I can remember it just now...Oh, right! Finders keepers, loosers weepers. The good ol' playground rule."
Belle's lips tightened and little crinkles appeared on her forehead, like they always did when she was angry at someone or something. If he was going to be a complete asshole to her, she could do the same thing back to him. Her brain began to think, something it hadn't done for a good eighteen hours. It wrapped around every little sardonic comment she could come up with. In her best irritating voice, the voice she had learned from her mother's countless hours of nagging, she replied, "Well, that mighta been a rule back in Asshole-ville, USA, but where I come from," she paused and gave him a witch-like stare, "we don't play by those rules."
Satisfied with her answer, she began to move forward, closer to the gentleman. It looked vaguely familiar, but Belle couldn't quite put her finger on it. As she took a few steps forward, eyes on the ball the entire time, she noticed he began to sway it back and forth above his head. Again, Belle knew that there was no way on Earth she could ever reach that far, even if she did jump. Then, the stupid idiot opened his mouth again.
"Here, how about I make a deal with you? If I win, I can ask any favor of you. If you loose, you will do one thing I ask, hmm?"
A grin spread across his face and Belle didn't like it. She began to glare at him. "If you win what exactly?" She questioned looking him in the eyes, but her mind began to race again. What would he ask her? Probably for some stupid thing like run around all over campus in her bra and underwear. She grimaced. But, a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, if she won, she could ask him to do the same thing. Patiently, she stood there in front of him and waited for his reply, without ever taking her eyes off the swaying, orange basketball.
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( NOTES ) Heehee, sorry for the brief profanity outta Belle's mouth! And could you believe that the town was on spellcheck? xD [/blockquote] |
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Post by chester byrd on May 10, 2009 9:43:02 GMT -6
"Well, that mighta been a rule back in Asshole-ville, USA, but where I come from, we don't play by those rules."
"Oh-ho," Chester said with a chuckle. "Someone's got quite a mouth on them, especially for someone so short." He grinned tauntingly, watching her as she moved closer. From standing on the ground, he knew for sure that she would not be able to reach the ball. But if she jumped, he wasn't so positive. He had never seen how high she could jump. And from being in basketball, he did know that there were those who could seriously surprise you with their abilities. Still, he continued to grin evilly and with an air of confidence.
"If you win what exactly?"
"Why, a game of basketball, of course," he said, his tone implying that this was the most obvious thing in the entire world. She was, obviously, a basketball player. And he was, too. What else would he make them both do that one or the other could win at? Of course... there were a million things he could probably come up with if he really wanted to, but at the moment, he just wanted to play ball. "You are planning on being on the team, aren't you?
[/b]" He dropped the ball in front of her. " You start with it. Check it." He grinned. - - - - - - - - - - count: two twenty notes: Seriously? Wow. xDD And that's fine. C: I don't mind stuff like that. xD[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by anabelle thompson on May 10, 2009 10:03:40 GMT -6
Anabelle Jane Thompson [/color] Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?[/center] "Why, a game of basketball, of course."
Belle's cheeks flushed from embarrassment. She knew it was going to be a basketball game and she knew she would most likely be the one on the losing end.
"You are planning on being on the team, aren't you?"
"Of course, why else do you think I'd be out here at," she looked at the watch strapped to her wrist, "seven o'clock in the morning on a school day if I wasn't going to be on the team?" Belle's wrinkled on her forehead began to deepen more.
"You start with it. Check it."
And with that, he dropped the basketball to her feet. Belle was aware that the object she had been trying to get from the stranger was now just lying there, at her sneakers. Of course, she couldn't go back on a promising game of great basketball, but the thought was tempting. Her blue eyes shifted from him to the ball, and the surge of adrenaline was felt all over her body. Swiftly, she bent down, grasped the ball, and turned, ready to run. And before she had any clue of what else was going on, Anabelle felt her legs running, away from opportunity and into the hallways of Wonderland Academy. Hopefully, she could make it across campus and to her dorm room before her foe could catch her. Gosh, now she was wishing that she would have joined track instead.
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( MUSIC ) Gotta Be Somebody-Nickelback
( NOTES ) Well, this is quite interesting, I must say! xDD
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Post by chester byrd on May 10, 2009 10:48:18 GMT -6
"Of course, why else do you think I'd be out here at seven o'clock in the morning on a school day if I wasn't going to be on the team?"
Chester chuckled and shrugged. "Why does the rooster wake so early?" His smile deepened as he watched the wrinkle on her forehead. It appeared to be pretty simple to figure out what her dominant emotion is at the time. As usual, with him around, that emotion was either annoyance or anger. In this case, anger. It was quite amusing, to say the least.
He watched her reach down and grab the ball in one quick movement, and before he knew it, she was running out of the gym. "Hey!" he yelled after her. Without another moment's hesitation, he raced after her. Being that he was tall, he had a long stride, but he already knew that he would probably never be very good in track. He extended his legs as far as he could, hoping that it would allow him to catch up to her.
Damn, she's fast.
"Get back here! That's cheating!"
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notes: VICTORY. xD
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Post by anabelle thompson on May 10, 2009 11:28:48 GMT -6
Anabelle Jane Thompson [/color] Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?[/center] "Hey!"
Belle heard the male shout outloud as he began to run after her. Unaware of her exact destination, she decided to take the closest safe spot-the girl's bathroom. He wouldn't dare go into the ladie's restroom, or would he? Now, her heart beating as fast as a racing cheetah's, she tried to think of the nearest one. It was in the girl's locker room, but she very well couldn't go back there. Instead, she turned down the hallway that lead to the nearest exit.
"Get back here! That's cheating!"
Bell heard his call and the distant thump-thump of his tennis shoes behind her. "It's only cheating if you get caught!" She yelled over her shoulder. Her lungs were about to collapse, and she felt herself beginning to slow. Finally, she stopped in the middle of the hallway and bent over from exhaustion. "Still following me?" Belle asked aloud in between breaths. At least she the basketball was now in her possesion.
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( NOTES ) I suck terribly at action posts.
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Post by chester byrd on May 10, 2009 14:12:30 GMT -6
"It's only cheating if you get caught!"
"Then you better be careful! You're about to get caught!
[/b]" He yelled. He was starting to pant by now, but not too heavily that he could not handle it. With a longer stride like his, he could travel farther and with less effort. Of course, running was never his strong point to begin with, but with how active he was in basketball, he did not get tired out that fast. Ahead, Chester watched as she came to a stop, doubling over. Her middle expanded and contracted with the effort to draw enough oxygen back into her system. Now, he was never the kind of person who cared all that much about what others thought. Embarrassment is something that comes sparingly to his mind, so it is little surprise for anyone who knows him that he simply continued running toward the girl, even after she stopped. He bowled right into her, already beginning to laugh. - - - - - - - - - - count: one five eight notes: It looked good to me. C:[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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