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Post by theodore on Jul 5, 2012 18:10:36 GMT -5
Theo was tired. No, not tired, he was exhausted. His dad was off on a business trip, and his mother had spent the night at his aunt's house to help her take care of her new baby. This had left Theo as babysitter number one for his eight-year-old sister, Elizabelle, who had developed a bad stomach bug about half an hour after their mother had left. So he spent the night running back and forth between Liza's room and the rest of the house, getting this that and the other thing to help her feel comfortable. As a teenage boy, he had no idea what the hell to do and his mother hadn't picked up the phone once. He managed to get a few hours of sleep, though, half-bent over Elizabelle's teeny desk in her room, and it was not a very comfortable position for a six-foot-two distressingly skinny teenage boy.
Finally, his mom had come home about eleven that morning, while Liza was still asleep, and Theo managed to escape with a quick explanation of what happened and a mess of dirty dishes in the sink. He grabbed his skateboard and exited the house as quickly as possible, with plans for an energy drink and some cheesey waffle fries. The boardwalk wasn't too far away, and plenty of little shops or kiosks had what he was looking for.
Theo picked out a picnic table that was half under the shade of an umbrella and sat down, popping the tab of his can. He stashed his board on the seat next to him to keep an eye on it, and quickly proceeded to devour about half of his french fries. When he was finished (for now), he drummed his fingers lightly on the table and looked at his surroundings. It was hot, but there was a nice breeze blowing off the water that made it bearable. Theo rested his head on his hands and looked out toward the ocean, his eyes drifting half-closed.
 ATTIRE click.
CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless . Don't remove the credit or I will find you.
LYRICS you're gonna go far, kid - the offspring.
NOTES sorry it took forever, i've had a hell of a week. But prank away~
WORD COUNT 333.
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Post by scarlet alexis clarke on Jul 7, 2012 12:49:52 GMT -5
. world is my playground,
Scar's bag wasn't like other girl's purses. Inside hers she kept over a hundred items what she could prank people with. The hyper young woman loved to make people laugh and even when they didn't laugh, she always did. The boardwalk was her favorite place to prank people. It was crowded enough so that people always noticed her silly pranks but not so much that they'd make a big deal out of it. She had learned awhile ago that the mall was not exactly the best place to attack random people with a plethora of water balloons. The security guys hadn't thought it was very funny, even after she had offered to mop the floor. Also, five star restaurants weren't the place to start epic food fights. That time she had been banned from coming back even though she had stayed to clean everything up after-wards.
The energetic blonde was still basically a child. Boundaries were nonexistent to her and every stranger was there for her amusement. Of course, she did try not to hurt people. She didn't like serious pranks about death or injuries or anything that could actually cause someone a heart attack. Unless, of course, they deserved it. Mean girls in her opinion were the worst. That and bullies. If it were up to her she would screw with their lives daily but thankfully she had good friends who convinced her to only mess with them after bad situations took place.
The picnic table she was sitting on gave her a perfect view of everyone around her. After looking around for five minutes in search of someone worth pranking, she saw a boy close to her age. Even though Scar was friendly she didn't actually know many people. She claimed to hate the cliques and to want to get along with everyone but her friendship circle was actually very limited. She selected him as her latest victim and grinned. His back was turned towards her so all she could see now was his dark hair and back. Quietly, she walked towards him after having taken out the materials needed from her bag.
The scissors made loud snipping noises as she gathered locks of his hair in her other hand along with black wool she had gotten from the market for only five dollars. "CONGRATULATIONS!" She belted in an exaggerated british accent. "You're the winner of today's free haircut!" She showed him the wool and smiled even wider. "How does it feel to be almost bald from the back?" She questioned in an upbeat voice.
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Post by theodore on Jul 10, 2012 21:50:50 GMT -5
The hairs on the back of Theo's neck prickled as he felt someone approach, but he just assumed it was someone passing by, or someone checking to see if he was still breathing. He had a habit of falling asleep in odd places, and was no stranger to the people that poked him awake or got a little too close for comfort in order to accomplish absolutely nothing. Theodore half hoped it was someone he knew, either to keep him awake or cure his solitude. He relaxed again, but peeked out from under his arms and got nothing but a blinding eyeful of sunlight.
An odd noise made him tense, it almost sounded like scissors snipping something, as well as a faint tugging that his tired brain couldn't process. He had a small flashback to his sister's last hair cut, that Theo himself had to take her to, and decided that the sound was almost identical. He brushed it off, deciding that it was just another sound of people at the boardwalk. People did all sorts of odd things. He was startled out of his relaxation by an awful British accent, as well as someone pulling harder on his hair. He sat up immediately and turned around as best he could while confined by the picnic bench, realizing that some crazy chick had been cutting pieces off his hair, saying something about winning a free haircut.
He stared in horror at the curly dark hair in her hand, too surprised to notice that it wasn't the same texture as his own hair. He had spent years cutting and trimming and regrowing his tame little afro into the magnificent thing it was today. Theodore rarely did more than run a comb through it, but he did love the way it looked. He disentangled his legs from the bench and stood up, spinning around and putting a hand to the back of his head to feel the damage.
“Are you insane?” he demanded, but still fairly calm. He was honestly half in shock. He wasn't angry, not really, just more surprised. Theo was levelheaded, so he was going to let himself wait until the blonde explained herself. The was the first time he had even freaked out in a while, nothing this bad had happened since some kid decided to take his favorite skateboard for a spin. “Oh, yeah, wait a minute, of course you're insane,” he said to her grinning face. “What was I thinking?”
ATTIRE click.
CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless . Don't remove the credit or I will find you.
LYRICS you're gonna go far, kid - the offspring.
NOTES x
WORD COUNT 417.
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