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[cassie rae dalton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] Cassie had been at the beach for coming up to three hours. It was still early morning, not yet ten o’clock and the beach was slowly starting to fill up. The schools were closing for the summer which for the kids attending meant days wasted away under the suns watchful gaze with friends and family. The mere thought of being able to come down and spend day after day on the beach made the teenager smile. The sun was still quite low in the sky and Cassie could feel the heat prickling at her skin. Even though it was still early she could hear the hum of voices and screaming kids as they ran for the water’s edge to cool down. As much as she loved the noise of a busy day she also loved her peace and quiet. Staying on the main strip of beach for much longer would mean the tranquillity she had sought after would be destroyed within half an hour. With a deep sigh she pushed herself up from being laid down and let the smell of the salt sea wash over her. Collecting her things together she snapped her stick together and slowly started walking further down the coast of the beach. She walked at an angle until she felt the cold water lapping at her feet and then proceeded to walk along the water’s edge letting the sound of the crashing waves and smell of salt pull her imagination to another serene world. As she walked Cassie let her mind wander and her thoughts soon turned to the operation her brother had mentioned to her. She had known for a while that when she was 21 she could have cataract surgery which would correct her eye sight. This would mean she would be able to see again. As much as the idea of being able to see her brothers face again excited her and the prospect of being able to look her egg donor right in the eye as she told her how she really felt about her made her bones quiver with anticipation, she didn’t think it would be worth it. She grew up from a young age learning to see the world through her other senses and cope without being physically able to see in front of her. For that to change after so many years, it was a frightening prospect and one that she definitely needed to think over, and talk over with her brother, and possibly her close friends. That was another thing that she didn’t want to change. She had learnt to judge people through the way they are with each other and how they act. She knew of people judging others on looks, and she didn’t want to be like that. She didn’t want to not talk to someone or avoid them because they didn’t look fit or whatever society classed as suitable. She much rather liked being able to imagine what people looked like, that way she was never disappointed. It was one of the positives she saw in being blind. She liked to thinks he could see people for what they really were because they couldn’t hide behind their looks with her. Cassie was brought from her thoughts at the sound of someone shouting her to watch out. Next thing she knew a hard object connected with her back. She jolted forward slightly in shock and turned to face the sound of footsteps running towards her. “Hey excuse me miss would you mind throwing...” the voice trailed to a stop as the must have noticed her stick. “Sorry about that, i didn’t realise.” Cassie gave the voice a soft smile. It sounded like a young kid, no older than 14. “it’s okay don’t worry about it.” she knelt down and felt around the sand until her hand brushed over what felt like a tennis ball. “This it?” she stood up and held the ball out. “Yes thank you, sorry again.” She shook her head and smiled at the young boy. “No worries, go and have fun.” With a soft chuckle Cassie turned and continued walking. She didn’t know how long she had been walking when she finally decided to stop. The sun was now a scorching heat that she could feel burning her skin. Letting her bag fall off her shoulder she plonked herself down on the sand collapsing her stick and resting it at her side. Pulling off her shorts and t-shirt, she laid down letting the cool sea water wash over her legs. This was the life. Cassie dug through her bag and grabbed her ipod from its dark depths. Stick the buds in her ears she pushed play. She closed her eyes and let the sand of Kanye west and daft punk stronger fill her mind. [/classy][/style][/classy]

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[gabriel connor wright]

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[cassie rae dalton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] Cassie was out of it. whilst she had been laid on the beach letting the drifting waves cool her down as the sun heated up, she had slowly drifted off to a light sleep. It wasn’t very often the girl dreamt and when she did it was often just grainy images her mind had conjured up from her past. Today however was different. Today was a dream she would rather not have had. It started off as a nice memory of being on the beach with her family back when they lived in New York. They had taken a family holiday to San Fransisco and it was their last holiday as together as a family. she was messing around in the sea with her brother while her parents watched from the beach. It wasn’t much of a memory but it was one if the last ones she had of her dad before 9/11 and before she lost her sight. It wasn’t much of a memory but to her it was the world. Sadly the dream didn’t stay that way for long. As she played in the sea with her brother she looked out to shore to her father, but as she looked the image of him started to fade and fizzle out until the beach had gone and she was stood back on the new York street waving happily as her father drove past in his fire engine. It was the last time she ever saw her father. It was a happy moment, but at the same time it was one that had haunted her dreams for months after the attack. It had been years since she had dreamt of him like that. She had grown up without a father figure, but in the process she had become best friends with her brother. They had been close as kids, but after the attack and with what had happened to her he had become overly protective of her, even at such a young age, he had always been willing to help. You would have thought that their mother would also have become more protective over her children. But she hadn’t, as they got older the two siblings started to find out just how much their mother had actually loved them and their dad. The more she thought about it the more Cassie got angry about what Karen had done to her dad. Sometimes she was thankful that her dad was never alive to find out what she had done but at the same time she wish he had been a round to find out what she had done. So that should have been around for the aftermath. Cassie liked to firmly believe that karma was a bitch and her mum was going to get what was coming to her. Cassie suddenly started to feel cold. The image of her father smile at her as he drove past started to fade back as watching the towers come down over took it. her skin started to tingle and feel like ice, starting at her toes and slowly rising up her legs. One minute it was there the next it was gone, then all of a sudden like flash the cold hit her like a wave rising to her waist. Cassie shot up realising that it wasn’t a dream. It was actually a wave and it had just come up all the way to her waist. She grabbed around for her bag hoping to save her phone and her stick. “Shit!, shit, shit shit shit.” She frantically felt around on the sand trying to grasp her clothes but they had gone. They were no more. She was on her knees know still feeling around hoping her clothes hadn’t been washed away. Her headphones were now tucked away in her bag so she was able to hear a voice calling to her. She turned to face the voice a smile on her lips. Standing up she held out her hands for them. “Hey, thanks, i thought i had lost them for good.” [/classy][/style][/classy]

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[gabriel connor wright]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]tell me do you wanna kick it in the back seat.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]DONT SAY A WORD[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]gabe watched her search frantically, grinning at the repetitive curses that dropped from her lips. "shit! shit, shit shit shit." as he continued approaching, he did notice something a bit different. the way she was looking for things with everything but her eyes. it only took gabriel a few moments to comprehend that the young woman was blind. his eyebrows raised a bit but he didn't react any differently other than that. it wasn't like it put him off - she was still sexy enough, and gabe just had to play hero whenever there was a damsel in distress. ha. he would have snorted in laughter at himself if that wouldn't have been weird. the girl turned around to face him as he offered her the clothes, and his breath suddenly caught in his throat for a moment. he had seen the girl from afar, and had left his eyes lingering on her partly bare body; gabe hadn't actually looked at her face and realized how pretty she was. he found it slightly comical since blondes typically weren't really his type. her eyes sparkled despite their unfocused look and lack of sight, and gabe found himself wishing he could study them closer. "hey, thanks, i thought i had lost them for good," she said to him, and gabriel shook himself out of his silly little trance for a brief moment, bringing up his arm to scratch the back of his neck and look down briefly. "no problem. i'm not sure they're exactly useful now, though," his deep tones rumbled, handing over the dripping wet articles of clothing and grinning mischievously. "not that i have a problem with that." he suppressed a grin following the flirtatious comment. many people wondered how these habits were developed. through the few brief years of high school? even before that? even, perhaps, as a child, watching older people, studying movies, memorizing lines, beginning to be attracted to others? gabe didn't remember when it had all started, but all he knew was that he had a knack for flirting, and once he turned the charm on, it was difficult to say no. his mother had always hated his flirtatious habits. she had always predicted his aversion to being pure. he was filled with a slight amount of disgust at her behavior. gabriel really couldn't stand his parents at all anymore. the mere thought of them or anything they had said or done to him angered him. after he had a particularly bad yelling session with his father, gabe had decided he was moving out first thing. and that was exactly how it happened. the day after he turned eighteen, gabe packed up his things and left. he basically lived wherever he could for the better part of a year - any friends he could stay with, scrap up enough money for an apartment or a motel for a few nights. the man had even spent a couple nights passed out in random people's places after partying. when he had finally settled in with his friend in a house, gabe considered the fact that his life had turned uphill. having a steady place to live relieved some of the financial problems, which was relieving, and he got a steady job as a bartender at rush. the thought made him smile. most girls thought that was hot, too. gabe turned his focus back to this girl, scanning her form briefly again before looking out over her petite shoulder and running a hand absently over his stomach. the beach was slowly filling with children and adults alike. he figured he should keep the conversation with this girl going, considering she was sexy. "i'm gabe," he said, regarding her with interest. [/style]

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[cassie rae dalton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] Cassie stood one arm folded across her stomach with the other outstretched for her clothes. As she took them she smiled her thanks to the voice. “Oh great, shouldn’t take them too long to dry out though. Hopefully” her clothes were wet and cold and dripping down her arms causing her body to shiver slightly. She arched her brow at the comment that followed, the corners of her lips turning up, letting a small laugh escape them. Taking her clothes in her hands she proceeded to ring them out. the sound of the water falling on the sand reminding her of a leaky tap. “Oh I’m sure.” She shook her head lightly wishing she could roll her eyes. The guy had a soft deep voice that had a flirtatious tone too it. she wasn’t surprised to be completely honest, she knew she was good looking. Without making that sound like she had a big head, she always seemed to draw male attention. So she was either extremely ugly and she was the butt of everyone’s jokes or guys actually wanted to be with her. And like any other girl she hoped it was the latter. Cassie herself was usually good at telling who the good looking ones were as well. It was one of the many things she had learnt to do over the years. All she had to do was listen to what they said and how they said it. Sometimes it was difficult as some could just be shy, but at the same time the quieter more reserved once were often more average looking. Or at least in her imagination what she would consider average looking. And standing there listening to the way this guy asserted himself. She would take a gamble and say he was further up the good looking scale. one of the other ways that Cassie had learnt to find out how people looked was through touch. Many found it weird as to why she did but to those that understood her and knew her well, like her brother, realised that it was her way of seeing. Over the years she had often done it to Tristan, which to his credit he didn’t have to do, but he had always let her. Even when they were young he had offered to let her touch his face so that she could learn to see how people looked in her head. It helped that she knew what her brother had looked like before the accident, but ever couple of year Cassie would feel his face again to see how he had changed and grown. It helped her to know that she could still see, even if it wasn’t actually seeing. Since then everyone she had met, once they were comfortable they have let her study their faces so that she could imagine what they looked like. It was something that they found strange at first. It was even strange to her, but now it was like second nature to the girl, and if they didn’t like her or the way she was they could just go die in a whole for all she cared. Laying out her clothes on the sand a little bit further up the beach, not want them to washed away again she turned her attention back to the guy, man... person stood before her. She offered her hand as he gave her his name. Gabe, she was guessing that that was short for something like Gabriel. She smiled at him “its nice to meet you Gabe, I’m Cassie. Thank you again for saving my clothes, i really appreciate it.” [/classy][/style][/classy]

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