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There was a meeting going on, the kind where everyone shows up late and the guy who was supposed to bring the donuts forgot to order one of each flavor. With this particular case, however, Sam had skipped over buying the donuts in favor of panicking at the sight of what looked like a dead body when he and Bumblebee arrived at the lookout ten minutes ahead of schedule. The body wasn't actually dead, it was still breathing according to initial scans and propped up against the lookout tree.
"Call Ratchet," Sam told the Camaro as he darted from the front passenger seat. The command was unnecessary, as the golden Chevy had already sent a message upon having spotted the crumpled form from the main road.
"Be careful, Sam."
The boy had reached the down figure, stooping for a closer look. There was a shirt, caked in a mixture of blood and dirt, and jeans that were ripped and scraped in places that were most definitely painful. But the thing that shocked him was that the face, bruised on one side, was that of a girl just a little younger than himself.
"s**t," he breathed, sweeping his gaze across her again in an effort to find where the blood had come from. There was no obvious source, but the majority of it was centered on her ride side. Very carefully, he touched her arm, intending to move it out of the way but the second his fingers brushed against her wrist a fist collided with the underside of his jaw with a crack. He toppled over, scraping his elbow in the dirt as pain shot through his jaw like almost nothing he'd felt before. "********!"
"Sorry!"
"What the hell!?"
"It's a reflex, geez, you okay?"
"I think you broke my jaw," Sam commented from the dirt, clutching at his face to make sure it was intact. "Damn that hurts."
"Well, you're talking so that mean you're jaw isn't broken, probably just bruised."
"Thanks."
"Name's Ray," the girl offered, and it was only then that he realized that she was fully conscious and definitely not in need of immediate medical assistance. She frowned at him when he didn't respond. "And now would be when you'd introduce yourself."
"Sam."
"Wow, yet another monosyllabic name on my acquaintance list."
"You've got blood on your shirt," Sam pointed out, pushing himself up off the ground. "A lot of blood."
"Yeah, that's what happens when you tear your stitches out trying to do a motocross stunt on a hill that's definitely not designed for it," Ray replied, voice dripping sarcasm. She nodded her head towards the tree. He looked and saw that, sure enough, there was a half-mangled bike resting against the far side. "It was a pain in the a** climbing back up here."
"That doesn't explain why you were passed out on the ground."
"Well, it definitely wasn't in the hopes that someone would pass by and spot me from the road."
"Sarcastic much?"
"Only when suffering from blood loss," Ray replied, lifting up the more blood caked side of her shirt to show a half dozen brand new stitches. "I had a first aid kit, so I sewed it up myself."
"You were passed out though."
"Yeah, so?"
"You could have a concussion!"
The girl shrugged, dropping her shirt back in place.
Comment if You Want me to Continue.
 Xerios · Sun Jan 27, 2008 @ 09:32pm · 0 Comments |
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So my mom is making me a kimono. It's going to look really cool, all black and gold and red. She said that, since she's making it I should wear it to Megacon instead of my Waka costume, so that's what I'm going to wear.
Yay, I'm going to be a kimono girl and help Kate-Chan stalk Vic Mignogna!
ninja
Xerios · Sun Feb 11, 2007 @ 09:50pm · 0 Comments |
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I would like to introduce you to my sister... |
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The_Orange_Waffle
The base mode of he existance is 'bitchy' and, ever since she learned how to utilize her vocal chords to initiate communication, she has been making the world a miserable place indeed. She invents new ways of combining insults to bring people down, has cause much upheaval in the family by blaming her bitchiness on other people, and has actually committed numerous felony offenses including but not limited to illegal gambling, general theivery, assault and battery (both with and without a potentially deadly weapon). She has also tried to kill me on several occasions, but that was before she reached the age where actual attempted murder charges could apply. She's fourteen now, knows every curse word in the book and only behaves when she wants someone to buy her something. She constantly fights with mom, calling her every name in the book (except pissant, which I think may be slightly over her head). She's tried to attack mom before too, but was held back by dad before anything serious could happen. And that's pretty much the only time my dad ever gets involved in those spats, except to give the girl a "stern" lecture, which hasn't worked in any case what-so-ever. She never listens to anyone, talks badly about her friends behind theirs backs and lies to the parents about who she's going to the movies with (when she actually gets someone to drive her). Until recently she had free reign on the computer, but me, being fed up with hearing the parents yell at her to get off, as well as the fact that she keep sdownloading music off of livewire (which is a gigantic magnet for viruses), I decided to change the passwords on every account so she wouldn't be able to get on without (A) asking me nicely or (B) bypassing through safemode. Seeing as she opted for the first option, it means she doesn't know about the second, which is good. But naturally she's pissed off that I've got an edge, so she starts talking s**t to me about needing to stop being immature, to move out of the house and get a job because no one likes me. And of course she gets pissed when I point out that I hardly ever get into a fight with the parents. She doesn't seem to understand the concept of community college. She also doesn't seem to understand that the parents will probably refuse to pay her college if she keeps up being so bitchy. And I am so tired of her getting away with all of the s**t that she pulls. Today she told mom that she wished she would just die. That's a horrible thing to say! It's like she doesn't have a conscience or any sense of empathy at all. She told me that she's no longer speaking to a girl who's been her best friend for the past two years because she did something my sister didn't like, so now that girl's a b***h/whore/gutterslut/etc.
What the crap!?
I'm not standing for it. The next time she tries to pull something or push me or hurt mom, I'm calling the cops and getting her thrown in juvie.
Xerios · Sun Feb 11, 2007 @ 02:12am · 0 Comments |
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An Entry for All of You Who Think I'm Dead |
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I'm not dead yet.
Yes, I saw Spam-A-Lot. It was quite good and fairly amusing, but not as good as the movie itself.
And then the other day my friends and I dressed up like pirates and chased cars down the street. Twas fun.
Yep.
That's my life.
Xerios · Fri Feb 02, 2007 @ 02:42am · 0 Comments |
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Words and Phrases that are MINE!! |
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*le gasp*
Feck
Yesh
n00biest
To be added to later...
Xerios · Mon Jun 26, 2006 @ 01:45am · 0 Comments |
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I heart Gaara.
Xerios · Fri Feb 24, 2006 @ 12:01am · 1 Comments |
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Feck you Edmund.
Feck you Leon.
Feck you Logan.
And feck you Gino!
I loathe you all! scream
Xerios · Sun Feb 19, 2006 @ 04:16am · 1 Comments |
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I have graduated from High School and thus my access to the internet has become limited. And so, bye everyone!
Don't come begging me for items though, I've already chosen who gets my stuff.
Xerios · Thu May 26, 2005 @ 08:47pm · 1 Comments |
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Yonder Yesterday, Tumbleweeds Tomorrow, and Tiredness Today |
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<center><img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/ProlixFootle/1090954681_ialsocial6.gif" border="0" alt="The Strange Attractor">
Though you're not quite sure why, people are drawn to you like moths to a flame. You really <b>are</b> too cool for words.</center>
Xerios · Fri Nov 19, 2004 @ 04:29pm · 1 Comments |
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