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Post by eli daniel ackerman on Feb 16, 2010 21:54:13 GMT -5
WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS."Come down now," they'll say.
His mother had asked him to stay for dinner. Just one family dinner. What a disaster. The worst part? He had no where else to go, he was just killing time before he had to go back. Fuck...
At least it was a nice night. Well, nice enough. How did that song he liked go again? 'A beautiful night for being lonely'. That's definately what he was. Lonely. Eli didn't even have Duncan with him tonight. The dog was impressive; of everyone he had ever met, Duncan was the only one who could 1. sleep comfortably curled into a ball half his original size, and 2. sleep at all with people screaming across the house at eachother. Eli cleared his throat in a subtle way, knowing some of the disgusting sounds people could make with their vocal chords (despite being alone, with no people around to disgust). Having taken part in the screaming, he was a bit hoarse; it was a big house to shout across. Let sleeping dogs lie. That was the rule, and Eli took it into consideration when fumbling for his car keys and slamming the back door behind him.
Eli hadn't been able to deal with Dan anymore, which wasn't uncommon. Over the past few months especially, he had burned up more gas than ever before with all the drives he took after the arguments. He didn't know what he would do if he hadn't located small sanctuaries around town. Grocery store, that had been his excuse. He had ripped the slim piece of paper from the refrigerator and stuffed it into his pocket when he went out the door. That's another thing that had changed within the past few months: the small family never seemed to run out of anything food-wise. It was because Dan got extra irritable this late at night, and the grocery store was the innocent part of this town open all hours of the day and night. The list of food was small and petty, some items impatiently underlined, meaning Dan wanted them. Those that were circled and underlined meant he really wanted them. Eli knew he was going to "accidentally" forget a lot of them.
Mainly because the grocery store wasn't the point. The grocery store was never the point. Whenever he needed to get out of the house, immidiately, he used the grocery store as a cover and took a walk under the stars. Something he never really did, considering he was a runner, and never walked when he could run, and considering that he was an only child and his mother was more than nervous about murderers and kidnappers roaming the streets. Truthfully, living the city had made Eli the same way, which means it was stupid of him to be trekking through dimly-lighted park in the middle of the night, after all, he could trekk through the well-lighted streets around the general store and club Sparkles just as easily. Hell, he could trekk through the grocery store. But there was something about the night air that calmed the boy.
He had taken his walk, contemplated using the one lonely cigarette he had stolen from Dan a ways back, then decided if the night wasn't enough to settle his frustration a cigarette wouldn't either, and headed back to his car. It was close to three o'clock now, and even a peaceful town like this had cops. And at the annoying age of seventeen, Eli was still subject to curfew. And so he started the car and headed away from the park (making sure he checked the backseat for any kidnappers before leaving.) With his foot firmly holding the brake pedal, the boy suddenly felt a tearing emotion close to depression. A night for being lonely, it seemed that stage had passed. He needed someone to talk to. Someone other than the stars in the sky. Maybe he would swing by Sparkles anyways.
The boy had just pulled into the street when the car gave a grand sputter, an exceptionally ugly noise, enough of one to cause Eli to pull over on the side of the road, as he knew what that sound meant. That was Noise #4. And of all the problematic noises, #4 was the worst. Kind of like someone's soul was dying, throwing up, and scratching its especially long nails across a chalkboard simultaneously. The old Skyliner looked brand new: a still-retractable white hood (rare for its age) and a sparkling cherry-red body, the car was practically Grease Lightning. Except for the engine. Much unlike the famous, powerful, street-racing greaser car, Eli's sputtered and coughed at him at the most unintelligible times. Like now, when he simply wanted to find someone else in this world, just one person. Of course, Eli could merely drive cars, fixing them wasn't anywhere near in his range of talents. The car had cost him nothing, as it was a present from Dan's grandchild-loving, richer-than-God parents, despite the fact that Eli was technically not their grandchild. Maybe that's why the car was so great but the engine was so useless: he was only an almost-grandchild to them.
Eli let out a sigh and got out of the car, there was nothing he could do other than pop the hood, stare at the mess of machinery and hope someone driving by knew their way around the inside of a car. From what he could tell, the engine wasn't letting out intimidating smoke like it did when the car made Noise #2, the most uncommon and severe of the problems, and nothing was obviously out of place like Noise #5 situations. Noise #'s 1 and 3 had something to do with a shortage of gas and oil, or so he thought. Noise #4 was the tricky one that had given him no clues. The car was so impressive, and when the engine decided it was feeling good, it showed. Now, however, it was embarrassing, he almost didn't want anyone to stop by. But that was a huge lie, he needed human contact, needed it. He refused to go to crawling back to his house and retrieve his laundry knowing the last person he would speak to was Dan.
"Awesome," Eli muttered, tolerance level shrinking. Now he needed someone for reasons other than throwing a rope down the pit of despair to drag him out. In his loneliness, the boy was stranded. Leaning against the side of his car, his eyes watched the street closely. For any sign of headlights or footsteps. Anyone who could save him one mental breakdown and an auto repair bill. At least it was a nice night. [/blockquote][/color] EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY."Come down now," but we'll stay.[/font] STATUS; complete.[/size] WORDCOUNT; 1,107.[/size] TAGGED; open.[/size] JAMS; beautiful night -- burden brothers.[/size] NOTES; eli is just about as socially deprived as his rper right now xP.[/size][/center]
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Post by emily zoey heath on Feb 19, 2010 16:07:49 GMT -5
Emily couldn’t be any happier then she was. She finally got her official drivers license. On the first try! Emily was so happy. She can now drive around anytime she wants too! This had been her happiest moment ever. After getting her horse Eclipse. Nothing could ever out do him. Emily couldn’t wait to get home and tell her sister. Better known as her twin.
When Emily got home her sister wasn’t home. She was over at her friend’s house for the weekend her mother told her. Emily decided to take the car for a spin. She never wanted to get out of her car. She knew it inside and out it was a 2009 red Jeep Liberty. She loved that car. It worked for what she needed it for.
As Emily turned the corner she heard a dreadful sound. It was not real loud but it was easily heard. She saw a car pulled over on the road with the hood up. As she got closer she discovered that it was the source of the sound. She pulled her car up right behind it and got out to see who the person was by the popped hood. “Hey there, can I help you?” She asked as she came closer to the hood of the car.
Notes: Sorry it is so short i am a little low on muse at the moment. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by eli daniel ackerman on Feb 20, 2010 12:03:14 GMT -5
WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS."Come down now," they'll say.
So, recap of this lovely situation. Eli was alone. He was devestatingly alone, and with every passing minute he felt more and more deprived of social contact. His frustration-curing walk hadn't been successful, and he was more frustrated than ever. He needed someone to talk to, someone to a. listen to his thoughts, b. get his mind off everything, or c. all of the above. He wouldn't find that at home. Oh well, things could be worse. At least he wasn't stranded by the park at three in the morning with a broken car and a mere fifteen dollars and seventy-five cents in his pockets. Oh, wait... Somewhere the one stray cat of Brookside let out its infamous yowl. The only other being in the night. No, it wasn't all that great of a situation to be in. Infact, he cursed quietly to himself about how much the situation sucked. The boy was staring intently at the road in front of him, looking for anything. Headlights, people, dogs, police, absolutely anyone. Which was why Eli was surprised he didn't see or hear the approaching girl.
Really, he was just surprised in general. All he knew was the mess of the car in front of him, the empty road in his range of vision, the cat in the back alley, and suddenly a voice was to be heard behind him. With a small yelp he quickly spun around to face his company, finding it was not a mugger or the cat or some other terrible being of the night, but a girl he was positive he had seen roaming the halls at his school (though he wasn't in the clear yet, the nightlife of students proved to be quite unexpected on occasion, still, Eli felt that both he and his wallet were safe from the potential wrath of the girl before him). Wide-eyed with shock, Eli shook the surprise from his mind. "Sorry..." he started, a bashful sort of smile crossing his face. "You sort of snuck up on me there..." Why did that happen? It seemed that whenever Eli was embarassed the girls around him always got prettier. The human imagination is a powerful thing.
But that's right. He was smiling now, in the middle of his misery and deprivation. Half because of common courtesy, and half because karma had compensated. He was still stranded in the middle of the night with a broken car and nearly sixteen dollars, but he wasn't alone anymore. So, step one: find someone else facing the dangers of the night. Check. What was step two? Eli had no idea, but regardless, he saw the light in the girl's arrival. Now he wasn't waiting through the night so he could go home, knowing his stubborn behavior saved his dignity. Even if this wasn't by any means a conversation to help his mind escape the suffocating thoughts of home, at least he had found someone to help him with the car troubles. At least, he hoped she could, instead of leaving him stranded to sleep in his car... Because there was no doubt, to save his pride the boy would most definately set up camp in the passenger's seat. Eli almost wanted to ask why she was out at this ungodly hour, but he hadn't yet told her his answer.
She asked if he needed help. That was a good question, how could he answer that one without further looking like an idiot? "I, um... Yeah, a little bit." It didn't take a genius to realize that terrible noise couldn't be uttered by the tongue of a human. Eli took a glance at the car from the corner of his eye. What had he done to it? He had tried to start it, but apparently that had been too much to ask for. "It's kind of prehistoric..." he began, knowing that he was stating the obvious. "And I say that because it sounds like a dinosaur," Eli secretly hoped she had heard some other terrible noises that emitted from some other nearby motor engine, rather than his own. But who was he kidding? Of course she had heard his. Everyone in the general tri-state area heard it. In the middle of the forest small deer and rabbits stopped eating grass and lifted their heads to listen. "I don't think it gets any worse than it is right now." It didn't seem likely, nor did it seem possible. "But then again I haven't tried the windsheild wipers in a while." No matter his mood, Eli was always able to make a joke when a girl was present. Especially a pretty girl. That's right, he had noticed. He noticed when he wondered what sort of evil was awaiting him next time he tried to clean his windsheild.
"I'm Eli," he introduced himself, hoping that maybe this conversation would last longer if she knew his name. "You don't happen to have a functioning car and a pair of jumper cables hiding in your pocket, do you?" [/blockquote][/color] EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY."Come down now," but we'll stay.[/font] STATUS; complete.[/size] WORDCOUNT; 859.[/size] TAGGED; emily.[/size] JAMS; the ring song -- the bravery.[/size] NOTES; naw, your's is fine. i'm sorry about mine ><' next one will be better, i promise.[/size][/center]
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Post by emily zoey heath on Feb 20, 2010 16:08:14 GMT -5
‘Sorry...’ He said. ‘You sort of snuck up on me there...’ She let out a laugh ‘I, um... Yeah, a little bit’ He told her when she asked if he needed help. ‘It's kind of prehistoric...’ He said reoffering to the car. ‘And I say that because it sounds like a dinosaur’ Emily let out a laugh as she came up to where he was standing by the hood. ‘I don't think it gets any worse than it is right now.’ He told her. ‘But then again I haven't tried the windshield wipers in a while.’ Emily let out another laugh as she looked into the popped hood. “Actually you are lucky you car did not explode. You whole motor is fired.” She told him as she looked around under the hood. “If you did turn on the windshield wipers I think the car and you wouldn't be here right now.” She said with a laugh still examining the car playing with some of the gears to see if anything else was wrong with the car.
‘I'm Eli,’ He told her. Emily stopped messing with the knobs and gears and turned towards him. She gave him a smile. “I’m Emily. I would shake your hand but they are kind of dirty right now.’ She said with a laugh holding up her hands that had a lot of black on her hands. ‘You don't happen to have a functioning car and a pair of jumper cables hiding in your pocket, do you?’ She shook her head and returned to work. “I don’t have any cables in my pockets but the car right behind your there it’s mine.” She told him with a smile.
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