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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 10, 2008 21:29:22 GMT -5
After a week of Bridget moping around at home, her mother had finally let her go back to the oh so famaliar book store. So, Bridget was as happy as a clam. That is, if clams even have feelings... As Bridget ran her fingers of the famaliar, dusty book shelves, the musty smell in the air, she felt like she was home. After she found the right book, she would grab a coffee at The Beanery, the book store's own coffee shop, and she would take a seat in one of the comfortably leather chairs by the window, and listen to the pitter patter of the rain hitting the roof. Oh, she loved this place. Finally picking one of her favorites, Speak, she walked back to the mini coffee shop and ordered a cappichino, and began thumbing throught the worn pages of the novel. In her bag, she could hear her laptop beeping, a signal that someone was IMing her. She chose to ignore it, figuring whoever it was would figure out where she was. After all, she practically lived at Tattered Pages. Her phone then began playing Sneakernight, signaling a text. She rolled her eyes at her phone and turned it off. Bee's Outfit |
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 10, 2008 21:50:35 GMT -5
Zaide ran down the street, huffing and puffing. But he couldn't stop, or he'd end up with the cops. He hadn't done anything wrong, no, but his friends had been hanging around, doing drugs and such, and the cops had come. Zaide would have gotten in trouble even if he hadn't done anything.
Ducking into a random door to escape view of any possible coppers, he found himself in a used book store. Not the kind of place he'd usually find himself in. Sighing, he looked out the window as a cop stumbled past the shop, looking for guilty teens. Then he laughed with pride, pumping his fist in the air. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 10, 2008 21:56:57 GMT -5
Bridget was lost in thought, as she walked past the front door, headed towards the reading area. Suddenly, a guy ran into her causing her to fall on the floor, spilling her coffee. "Oh, shit." Bridget mumbled under her breath. She wasn't good with people, unlike her annoying best friend.
Amazingly, the coffe didn't spill on her. Instead, it landed a few feet away, splashing the bottom of the guy's pants. "I'm, uhm, sorry?" Bridget whispered, hoping the guy wasn't too incredibly angry. She was still on the floor, looking a bit embarrassed. Blushing, she started getting her things together that had spilled out of her bag. She felt immensly thankful that she never put anything embarrassing in her bag.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 10, 2008 22:05:56 GMT -5
Zaide found himself accidently bumping into a brunette girl who had been crossing the room, a tad bit too close to the entrance. She spilt her coffee on the bottom of his jeans, but he didn't wince. He was used to pain. Looking down at the stain, he stared emotionless as she cleaned up her spilt things. Muttering a small apology, she stood back up.
"Ouch," he stated, looking up at her and grinning goofyly. He decided against spazzing out, just in case he attracted some unnessisary attention. Plus, the girl looked truly sorry. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 10, 2008 22:14:23 GMT -5
"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to do that," Bridget said, trying not to look like a total idiot. Wrapping her iPod's headphone around her iPod, she placed it back in her bag, and then looked around for her cell phone. She didn't see it, so she looked into her bag. It wasn't there either. Oh crap, if I lost it dad is gonna be sooo mad. Crap, crap, crap. Just my luck, she thought, cursing herself.
Turning to the guy to say a final apology, she noticed he was looking out the door's window, as if he was hiding someone. "Uh, are you running from the cops or something?" She asked, quietly. She had read eneough books and seen eneough cop shows to know what someone guilty looked like.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 10, 2008 22:19:26 GMT -5
Zaide listened as she continued to apologise, which was unnessesary. Then she began to search her purse for her phone, and he took this opritunity to check the windows for cops.
"Uh, are you running from the cops or something?" she asked him, and he turned his head back to her, a large grin spreading across his face.
"How'd you guess?" he grinned devilishly, looking back out the window again and chuckled as another cop trotted by, totally oblivious to the fact that Zaide was just inside the store. But he couldn't stay there long, for eventually they'd check there, and he'd be stuck. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 10, 2008 22:26:11 GMT -5
"I've read eneough and I've se---OHMYGOD! Are you like an escaped convist or something?!?!" She whisper-yelled the last part. She found her phone, under a table, grabbed it, and began backing away slowly, so that way if this guy was an escaped convict, she could get away, and scream for help.
She wasn't watching where she was going, and she tripped over a table leg, and her stuff scattered again. She tried not to vurse herself out, and she quickly shoved everything in her bag, not bother to check if everything made it back in her bag, she was waaaay too freaked out to care. Biting her lip, she hoped that this guy wasn't going to rape her or anything.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 10, 2008 22:39:55 GMT -5
Her squeel made him cover his ears, and when she was done, she grabbed her phone and began to put in a phone number he couldn't quite decode. She scurried away from Zaide, but tripped and fell. All her things went everywhere, and she looked up at him with fear. Looking around, he noticed everyone staring at them.
Loosing his patience, he reached down and picked her up, placing her in the standing position before pulling her by her elboe behind a tall bookcase.
"Shut up, okay? I'm not as bad as it seems. My buddies, you see, they were doing a whole lotta drugs. Me, I didn't do it 'cause I have a sister to go home to tonight. But the cops found them, and now I have to run too or I'll be blamed," he wispered franticly. To butter it up, he added, "What kind of influence would I be for my little sister if I was locked up in jail?!" |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 10, 2008 22:47:43 GMT -5
"Let go of me," Bridget hissed, jerking her arm away from him. She wasn't stupid; she knew she should get away from that dude right now, but her legs wouldn't move. She thought about screaming, she could scream loud eneough for people across the store to hear.
"And as for your sister? Gee, your such a good influence right now," She spat. She knew he was trying to butter her up, but she most certainly wasn't falling for it now. She was tempted to kick him where the sun doesn't shine, so she could make a r un for it, but he still had a death grip on her arm. I swear, if I get bruises I am charging this asshole with assult, Bridget thought, starting to feel claustorphibic. She was feeling a bit woozy. Suddenly, she passed out, hitting her head on the bookshelf.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 11, 2008 11:26:03 GMT -5
He watched as she struggled, and yelled at him. Well, this isn't working, he thought half-heartedly. He was about to tell her it was true, but then she just passed out. He stood there, looking at her, before picking her her up. He was pretty much craidling her like a baby. She wasn't really that heavy.
Spotting a recliner in the corner, he stumbled over to it and set her down gently. As much as this girl annoyed him, he didn't want to make a scene. He picked up her bag and put it on her lap before sighing and flopping down in a seat beside her, waiting for her to wake up as he read a magazine that had been sitting nearby. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 12, 2008 20:37:19 GMT -5
After about ten minutes Bridget awoke. After seeing that her 'nightmare' had indeed come true, she clamped her hand over her mouth and tried not to scream. As she sat up quickly, she got a major head rush. Wincing, she swallowed, and tried to calm down. After all, if this guy was going to murder her, he would've done it by now.
Taking a deep breath, she said "So. What's your story," She said with a sigh. "I've never seen you or ever even heard of you," Bridget said, trying to keep from passing out again. Looking around for her stuff, she saw it planted at her feet and sighed in relief. Hopefully the guy hadn't stole anything.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 12, 2008 20:55:26 GMT -5
She woke up, sitting up quickly and giving herself a head rush. Zaide rolled his eyes. "So. What's your story," she sighed. "I've never seen you or ever even heard of you," Zaide sighed dramaticly, looking over at her with a look of distaste.
"You haven't heard of me because, A) I'm not a f.ucking criminal. Why can't you grasp that concept? and B) I'm poor, your rich. Do the math." He watched as she looked down at her bag. "I didn't steal anything," He stated simply, looking back at his magazine. He couldn't get over how annoying this girl was getting. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 12, 2008 21:00:36 GMT -5
"You really hate me, don't you?" Bridget asked, slightly quieter. She could always tell when someone didn't like her, and sometimes it upset her. "You think I'm really annoying, right?" She asked, blowing her bangs out of her face.
Looking over to Zaide, she looked him dead in the eye, no longer afraid, but instead, feeling a bit like Charity. "If I'm sooo damn annoying, then you should meet my friend. In fact, I could call her or something." Bridget said, smirking. She hadn't talked to Charity today because she had been 'learning to skateboard' whatever that meant.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 12, 2008 21:18:02 GMT -5
"Oh, you know Charity? I met that bozo while she was trying to skateboard in the park earlier." It didn't surprise him that the two knew eachother. They were both similar. Annoying, Pretty, and Rich. Three qualities that unfairly got you places in life nowadays.
"And no, I don't hate you, I just don't particularily like you. After being accused of being a criminal and having to carry you around, I don't see why I should." |
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