[Holy shit, I don't know what happened there, but I'm back now. Quick placeholder post just to get myself back on track here.] "Yo! Should I book you two lovebirds a hotel room, or what?" Honestly, the whole cliched scene was playing out rather noisily. She'd almost let the last kick get ...

"Yes," Lisa answered definitively to Zeke's either/or question, while reaching out to block the kick without leaving her feet. To be perfectly honest, it was actually as accurate an answer as she could offer. Jamie had wanted to practice, but it was her kicking she wanted specifically to w...

The ball bounced harmlessly off the free forearm of the goalie. The word free, in this case, was being used because her other hand had to hold the banana she was casually snacking on as she stood at her position. No big deal, of course; it's not like this was a regulation practice, anyway. "C'm...

He raised a hand to casually brush the offer aside. "That stuff's gonna be the death of you," he replied, the brazen irony of the smoke pouring from his nose as he said it not lost on him in the slightest. Just this once, he spared her the trouble of the full rant. Perhaps it was because h...

The voice caught him off-guard, at first. Then, it wasn't the voice so much as what it said. For a moment, he wondered what he needed a Kleenex for. He took the cigarette from his lips to make room to wipe his nose. Dry. Well, if that wasn't it, he didn't care what she meant. He took another slow dr...

God, what a dump. [ Eli Sheridan: Start ] As it always did, dust and asbestos permeated the air of the local Quik Stop, and as he generally had for the last two years, Eli coughed as he choked on the atmosphere walking through the door. He hated this place, but frankly, it was the only place that wo...

"Are you ready?" As I can get, he thought to himself, letting out a slight sigh. He was never truly ready for calculus, but he was prepared in the sense of having everything he needed, at the very least. He answered with a nod and a smile, glad he at least had company to walk the longest ...

(Apologies for this being a little short) Shit, already? The buzzing certainly caught him off guard as well; he'd completely lost track of time. He returned her handshake, before hastily grabbing his things. Crap, crap, can't afford to miss calculus again this year... wait, calculus? Suddenly, a tho...

Warren! That was it. Mary-Ann Warren. Well, that was a weight off his shoulders. They were in the same calculus class this year, now that he remembered right. She was a cute girl, friendly too, but otherwise, she pretty much flew under his radar, not hanging out in the same social circles as him. T...

The girl hadn't gone unnoticed in her approach, R.J. catching her out of the corner of his eye. The novel had made him paranoid enough that he continually glanced around the room somewhat unconsciously. Still, when she came up right behind him, right in his blind spot, and asked her question in that...

((R.J. Lowe debut.)) ...And if you do lose yourself at least take solace in the absolute certainty that you will perish. It was long before page 117 that the young man had begun to wonder whether he was reading a novel, or staring into the abyss itself. He hadn't slept soundly all week, but hell if ...

"Well, RJ, what would you like?" He didn't need to answer that, conveniently enough. "Large Diet Coke, right?" R.J. gave a thumbs up, signaling in the affirmative. He worked the projectors here on weekends, so he was familiar with most of the staff. [font=courier new]And a small...

"How about I order and we both pay half, instead?" Oh, come now. Almost immediately, he flipped up his visor and raised an eyebrow, giving her a look that almost screamed, "What do you take me for?" before responding. [font=courier new] Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I...

((R.J. Lowe continued from Solemn Silence )) The sound of the engine revving was music to R.J.'s ears. Maybe it was just him, but something about motorcycles had always struck him as romantic. Straddling the metallic beast, it made him feel sort of like a modern day knight, perched atop his steed. N...

With only an off-suited ace and five, the odds were, at best, fifteen to one against her, and while Charlotte was far from mathematically inclined enough to work that number out in her head, she knew staying in was a long shot. This early in the game, it was best that she didn't dive in with that mu...