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Post by hatcher on Jan 25, 2011 3:17:53 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- The ball left his grip. It sailed untouched through the air, and slipped with a satisfying 'thonk!' through both the hoop and the net in a single movement. Then it bounced a few times on the paved surface of the basketball court and the giant teenager stooped over to pick it up again.
Basketball certainly wasn't as fun to play without other people, he decided. Although Dewey was very skilled at the game, not just because of his height advantage but because his aim was also ever-improving, it just wasn't the same with no-one there to try and steal the ball, or to pass it to, or even to cheer you on. Normally he would have gone to see if Mr. X wanted to play a game, but Dewey had stopped by the gym and seen the phys-ed teacher was still in class with one of the other grade groups.
And so he had come out alone. He was in his kit for gym; shorts and a sleeveless top, and he seemed oblivious to the chill in the air that accompanied the quickly turning season. What was a clear blue sky just a few short months ago was now marred with traces of clouds that, whilst hardly ominous on their own, heralded the coming of Autumn and, shortly after that, Winter.
Dewey bounced the ball a couple of times, the sound resounding in the silence around him. He looked around with an expression that could be mistaken for wondering why he had come out in the first place. At least out here there were no door frames or low ceilings for him to bump his head on. That on its own was reason enough to escape to the great outdoors.
Still, he was beginning to feel quite lonely after being out here for half and hour, and began to have thoughts of calling it a day. Taking the ball under his long arm, he hovered at the edge of the court reluctantly, unsure whether to stay or to go.
-*-*-*- I wish you were HERE to
HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher Word count: 339 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: Don’t by shy =D |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Jan 25, 2011 21:41:38 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique was running. Not because something bad had happened; not because she was afraid of something, but because she loved to run. (Not, of course, that this didn’t come in handy when there was something to run from.)
People waved or smiled at her as she passed, some even yelling greetings, but the most Angelique gave any of them was a fleeting smile before she was gone. She wasn’t unfriendly; it was just that ever since she’d almost sent half her class into a coma she’d been training herself to speak in a whisper. And it worked, too. You could barely hear Angelique, most of the time. Unless she really, really made an effort, you had to very close in order to hear her talking.
Currently, she was going out to the woods, to maybe sketch something or read a book. She could read in the Academy, and sketch as well, but people were always trying to talk to her, and Angelique didn’t talk at all if she could help it. So out in the woods it was.
The bag with her novel and sketchbook and pencils in it was bouncing up and down on her back, and, without slowing down, she tried to adjust the straps.
This resulted in her not looking where she was going, and, eventually, in her barreling straight into a boy standing on the edge of the basketball court, knocking them both to the ground.
Angelique let out a strangled little yelp as her palm and elbow were scraped raw by the fall, as well as her left knee. They stung, but not a lot, and the boy looked alright.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, brushing the dirt from the cuts on her hand and arm. “Are you okay?”
Words: 295
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Post by hatcher on Jan 26, 2011 3:18:57 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- Out of nowhere, Dewey felt something bump into him from the side. It didn't hurt, of course, it was just a bump, but his skyscraper figure was tipped just slightly off-balance with the impact. He began to tilt, but Dewey himself was too busy staring incredulously at the girl who had fallen to the ground to right himself before he went over the rest of the way and thudded to the ground alongside her.
He was fine. It would take more than a topple onto the basketball court to graze his thick skin or break one of his bones, protected by power-enhanced muscles. This wasn't something Dewey took for granted, however, and he still seemed to look over himself, even as he laid there, just in case he had sustained any injuries. His expression was just the same, just as blank as it was before he had been attacked by a running girl. He wasn't angry or annoyed, but he didn't even seem surprised. The ball he had been holding had rolled away but he didn't seem to notice.
"I'm okay. I'm not hurt." He assured the girl, and got back to his feet. The girl looked to be only five feet high, and with Dewey coming just short of seven foot tall, the difference between them was comedic. Concerned, he craned down to look at her more closely, scanning her for injuries the way he had scanned himself: briefly, casually and without the medical knowledge necessary to make any sort of diagnosis.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his brow furrowed in concern. "Did you hurt your voice box?" He pointed to his own throat to reiterate.
Her knee seemed to be scraped a little bit, but Dewey was clearly more worried about the fact that she was whispering. It wasn't like they were in a library, after all. He wondered briefly if the nurse in the Academy knew how to fix voice boxes.
"She could put a band-aid on it." He mused aloud, "But you'll have to be careful you don't swallow, okay?" He turned and took a few steps away, before turning back to her.
"I'll take you to her." He told the girl, "Can you walk okay? I can carry you if you want; you're only really little."
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HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 381 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: Bless his silly head. |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Jan 26, 2011 17:17:04 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
The boy she’d knocked over was tall. That was the first thing Angelique noticed, although it was really hard not to notice, given the fact he stood up almost right after she’d knocked him down. He checked himself for injuries, then crouched back down, checking her as well.
“I’m okay, I’m not hurt,” he said, looking concerned. “Are you okay? Did you hurt your voice box?” He pointed at his throat, as if he didn’t expect her to understand.
Angelique didn’t understand what he meant at first; why was he asking about her voice box? Her voice box was perfectly fine, and it wasn’t like she’d fallen on her neck or anything.
Oh. Right. She didn’t know him, which meant he wouldn’t know why she spoke so quietly. She was about to explain when he went on about taking her to the nurse.
“But you’ll have to be careful you don’t swallow, okay?” he said.
“But I’m—” Angelique began quietly. Too quietly. He didn’t hear her.
“Can you walk okay? I can carry you if you want; you’re only really little.”
The corner of Angelique’s mouth twitched upwards before sliding back into its usual position again. She got up to her feet slowly, wincing at the pain in her knee.
“I’m fine, really,” she whispered. “I always talk this. Thanks, though.”
WORDS: 222. I feel guilty now ><
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Post by hatcher on Jan 27, 2011 2:44:36 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- Dewey only just managed to hear the whispering of the girl who bumped into him. It took him a moment to register what was said, not because he couldn't hear it clearly, but because he didn't quite understand it. Why would a person always whisper?
He stepped back over to her, though this actually made it more difficult to face her since he had to look more directly downward. The sheer scale of him was enough to appear intimidating, but this was canceled out somewhat by the distinctly nonthreatening air about him. Indeed, when he spoke, it was as if the words were coming from a child.
"I only whisper when I'm scared of monsters hearing me." He whispered, perhaps thinking that the girl could only understand words if they were whispered to her. "But it's not dark and monsters don't go out in the day."
He pondered the idea that the girl had been the victim of a monster attack, and the experience had scared her into being eternally quiet.
"So you don't have to be scared," He went on, to assure her. "My Mom says I'm bigger than all the monsters anyway, so if they got us, I can take them out."
This wasn't a fact he was certain of. Many nights he would lie awake wondering if this was true; if he could really take on any monsters that were lurking in the darkened corners of his dorm room. He hoped now that he wasn't provoking them by being so confident, but he wanted to make sure the girl knew it was okay to talk normally.
-*-*-*- I wish you were HERE to
HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 269 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: Guilty for what? O.o |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Jan 27, 2011 8:00:50 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Wait…what? Monsters? What did monsters have to do with anything? And why was the boy whispering, now, too? Did he think she couldn’t understand if he talked normally?
She shook her head. This boy was missing the point. She didn’t talk this because she was scared…well, alright, she did talk like this because she was scared. But not of monsters. She was scared of hurting someone with her power. She still remembered, vividly, the day Libby had ripped her newest drawing to pieces. Angelique had started to cry, loud, choking sobs which she had since trained herself out of making, and everyone around her had collapsed, writhing and moaning, tears streaming down their faces. According to her letters from home, some of them still had to go to psychologists to get over what her voice had made them see. She didn’t want that to happen to anyone else, especially not to people she actually liked.
Angelique smiled faintly as the boy stated he could take out any monsters that happened to appear, and shook her head again. “That’s not why I whisper,” she said, very quietly. “I whisper because of my power.”
WORDS: 200. The short posting-ness is making me feel guilty ><
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Post by hatcher on Jan 27, 2011 12:56:30 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- Again the giant of a teenager seemed to stop for a moment to digest what was said. Even after this transition period he blinked at her blankly.
Of course, now that she'd gone and said that, Dewey's innocent mind was instantly intrigued by what the girl's power could possibly be.
He craned his head down again like some sort of bizarre flamingo.
"What's your power?" He asked, still whispering despite what she had already said. By now his mind was fooled into thinking that the whole thing was, because of the whispers, like a big secret that she was about to divulge to him.
"I won't tell anybody. I promise." He took a finger and crossed it over his shirt on the wrong side of his chest, so that he was crossing the top of his lung rather than his heart.
Eyes filled with wonder, he couldn't help but mentally speculate on what the power was that this girl was so frightened to talk about. Maybe she had the ability to make people really small, or explode! Or if she told them to do something, they would do it! Straight away! There were so many individuals with unique powers at the Academy that Dewey was reluctant to rule anything out. Every power that he'd witnessed so far had struck him as an amazing ability. He was easily impressed.
-*-*-*- I wish you were HERE to
HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 228 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: Mine are pretty midgety too, don’t feel guilty! And as every good writer knows, it’s quality over quantity. |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Jan 27, 2011 13:50:02 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique bit her lip. Should she tell him? What if he didn’t want to talk to her anymore after he learned what it was?
She smiled a little as he crossed his heart on the wrong side of his chest. Silly. He didn’t look it, being so big and all, but he was a real goof.
“Well…” she started, and then broke off. How were you supposed to say something like this? Oh, my voice gives people terrible, mind-flaying hallucinations if I talk too loudly! What’s your power? Oh, god.
Angelique fidgeted slightly, looking down, as she thought about how to tell this kid what her power was.
“Um. Well, if I…if I talk too loudly…people start seeing things. Bad things. Beautiful things. Just—oh, I don’t know. Things.” She risked a look up. “So what’s your name? I’m Angelique.”
WORDS: 152, grr ><
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Post by hatcher on Jan 27, 2011 16:01:23 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- "Oh!" Dewey exclaimed, breaking his pact of silence and pulling back some way so that he could grasp his chin between his thumb and fingers in what he thought was a thoughtful pose. To finish the look off, he stared up at the sky and considered what she had said. The look of concentration on his face was admirable.
"Yes," He decided, breaking into a smile. "That is a good power. But not so good... if..." He stopped shortly, thinking it through, before finishing, "You want to sing. A song." He nodded, pleased with his sound reasoning and able analysis of her weaknesses.
The girl told him her name - Angelique - and he grinned happily.
"I'm Dewey." He said, "I'm a sophomore at Power's Academy." He seemed particularly proud of that fact. Apparently just 'I'm a sophomore' wasn't enough. Apparently 'I'm Dewey' wasn't enough.
His cheerful expression suddenly vanished and was replaced with one of grave seriousness.
"Angeleek." He began, "Are you a superhero, who fights evil super villains, like in the comics?"
He was convinced that, in a school of people with superpowers, he would inevitably eventually find someone who used their abilities to save the world. Making people see things when you talked wasn't the most common superhero power, but Dewey wasn't about to let Angelique slip under the radar because he underestimated her.
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HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 228 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: I wonder how many other stupid questions Dewey has tucked away. |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Jan 27, 2011 18:52:07 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique smiled as Dewey took a thinker pose, holding his chin.
She shook her head when he said that it wasn’t a good power to have if she wanted to sing, agreeing. Not that she was any good at singing, but still.
“Angelique,” he said, going suddenly serious. But not very serious…goofy-serious. Serious-goofy. Somewhere in-between. “Are you a superhero, who fights evil supervillains, like in the comic books?”
Angelique shook her head again. “No,” she whispered. “I’m just a junior. Er. Aren’t you cold?”
WORDS: didn’t count, but I still feel guilty for the small-ness of this post ><
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Post by hatcher on Jan 28, 2011 2:45:23 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- "Oh..." Dewey said again, slightly disappointed that his quest to find the school's superhero had once more failed to come to fruition. Still, he resolved the keep looking; he wouldn't let this minor setback discourage him! He also took note that Angelique was a junior. That meant that she was tougher than him, even though she didn't look it. He made a mental note not to upset her by accident.
"Hm? No. Not really." He responded to her question. "This one time, me and my family went on holiday, and we went on a boat, and it was night-time so it was really cold and my sisters were cold but I was okay."
Suddenly, he wandered away, taking great plodding footsteps across the court. For a moment it seemed he had just gotten bored and decided to abandon the conversation, but then he returned to Angelique clutching the basketball he had dropped earlier.
"Are you here to play basketball? You can play with me, if you like. I'm pretty good, but you're a junior and I'm only a sophomore." Apparently being a grade higher totally evened out the odds to his mind.
-*-*-*- I wish you were HERE to
HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count:199 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: Look, see? My posts are tiny too! |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Feb 1, 2011 17:55:39 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique blinked. Oh…kaaaaay… She bit her lip as Dewey walked away across the court. So he didn’t want to talk to her? That was okay. Lots of people didn’t.
Then he came back with a basketball under his arm. So that was why he was out here.
Angelique actually took a step backwards when he asked her to play, surprised. She was terrible at any sport besides running, and the track coach still said she acted too timid to actually win a race.
“I...er…I don’t really play basketball,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I’m not good at sports.”
NOTES: I feel guilty, both for the midgety-ness and the lateness. My muse ate itself ><
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Post by hatcher on Feb 2, 2011 3:06:54 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- "Really?" Dewey asked unbelievingly, clearly unable to grasp the concept that some people just weren't good at basketball. Or sports, for that matter.
"It's super easy." He assured her. "I'll show you. Watch me."
He started back across the court, steadily dribbling the ball between his hands and the ground as he went. He kept looking back to check that she was paying attention.
"You gotta bounce it like this when you walk with the ball, okay? Because you can't just run with it. That's not allowed."
He dodged the sweeps of some imaginary players but managed to keep hold of the ball.
"The important thing..." He instructed, as he turned around on the spot, like a slow-motion defensive maneuver, "...is not to let the other people steal the ball from you."
His peculiar little dance across the court complete, the giant found himself at the base of the basketball hoop.
"Then all you gotta do when you get there," He continued, "Is put it in the hole."
Being so tall, it was the simplest of matters to reach up with his hand and give the basketball a little push so that it hopped from his fingers into the net and fell right through. It bounced on the ground.
"Don't worry." He told her, "It's supposed to fall through, because nobody has thought of a way to keep it in the net yet."
Bending down, he scooped the ball up again and teetered back over to where Angelique was standing. By his expression, he seemed to think he had proved his point.
"And that's how you play basketball. It's my favorite sport, because it's so easy, and anybody can play it." He stopped, thought it over, "... Unless you've got no arms."
He looked at her arms, making sure they were intact.
"You've got arms." He noted, satisfied.
-*-*-*- I wish you were HERE to
HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 361 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Shorts, sleeveless top, sneakers Notes: Don't worry about it ^_^ |
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Post by angelique marie tellings. on Feb 2, 2011 16:46:00 GMT -5
you don't want to hear me sing
Angelique watched silently as Dewey proceeded to give her a five-minute tutorial on how to play basketball. She nodded as he told her the ball was supposed to fall through, though she was inwardly confused. She knew that. Didn’t everyone know that?
“You’ve got arms,” said Dewey.
Angelique nodded. “Doesn’t everyone?” she said. “And I—I’m sorry, I just don’t really like sports…” She looked down.
NOTES: okay, that really IS too short, but I can’t stretch it any without repeating myself ><
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Post by hatcher on Feb 3, 2011 2:43:22 GMT -5
The SUN is SHINING DOWN and There’s no-one else
around now -*-*-*- For some reason, Dewey had thought that there must, somewhere out there in the wide world, be someone who didn't have arms. But thinking about it now, he hadn't seen one for himself, and according to Angelique, everyone had arms. He assumed that she must be right, and so made a mental note on the subject.
The girl then told him that she didn't actually like sports, and looked at the ground. Dewey also looked at the ground to see what she was looking at, but there was nothing there.
"Oh." He said solemnly. "Okay then."
He didn't know what it was that had made him assume that she liked to play sports. Perhaps that she was on the basketball court, like him, or because she was running. There was a lot of running in most sports, so it didn't make much sense that she would be running unless she liked sports, right? Unless she was running from something, but they had been talking for a while now, and whatever it was would have caught up with her by now if that was the case. He noticed that he also wore a backpack. His curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but ask.
"If you don't like sports, why are you running out here? Where are you going, Quiet Anglique?"
-*-*-*- I wish you were HERE to
HEAR ME SAY This is gunna be MY GREATEST DAY Character/s used: Duane Robert Hatcher (click)Word count: 234 Lyrics credit: Bowling for Soup – ‘Greatest Day’ (click)Tagged: OPEN Character outfit: Sleeveless top, shorts, sneakers Notes: - |
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