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Post by jay terry on Feb 12, 2010 21:17:58 GMT
JAY TERRY!
They were set up outside the park. It was about midnight, and what were the eight Canadian boys doing? Playing street hockey. They had nets, and Jay was a goalkeeper. He was in the crease, wearing his leg-pads, mask, and gloves. He had his goalie-fashioned stick. Jay hadn’t picked the best choice of clothes, however, to have pucks hitting him. He groaned as he felt the hard pucks hit his bare chest. Why go shirtless? Oh yeah, because you’re playing street hockey at midnight. That makes it so much smarter.
Groaning again, Jay shouted, ”Chase, cut it out! You’re not Bobby Orr!” That puck had hit his collarbone, and for a short moment it felt broken. Jay winced, a tear coming to his eye. He tossed his head back, tears coming out of his eyes, only a few. He felt his team-mates’ sticks hitting his chest, saying, ”Jay, stop being a hoser.” Jay wanted to smack him. ”I’m not being a fucking hoser! I really got hurt! Just give me a minute!” Jay shouted. ”Come on, Jay. Suck it up.” Jon said.
Jay glared, laying a smack on his own shoulder, popping it back in place. It gave off a crunching noise. ”EW!” He shouted. His friends took a step back. ”So… can we play now?” Chase laughed. Jay nodded.
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 12, 2010 22:52:15 GMT
Elizabeth Labelle Rose kiss me gently
always i know
hold me, love me
don't ever go I left the Academy grounds with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile across my face. I was in such a good mood for no reason, but at least I wasn't feeling down and lonely like I usually was. I'd decided to go out for a while, in the night because it's dark and I love the night and dark!! I felt like screaming, I was that happy. I felt like I was in my own world; in a field of flowers, a purple sky, a place where time doesn't exist. I'd never actually felt this way before, maybe it was the thrill of being on my own, being left to do whatever I like, nobody watching my every move. I couldn't believe that for once I could actually be happy about being by myself. I was going crazy. It hadn't taken me long, I knew this would happen.
I skipped into the park, the first place I went to when I arrived at Sonnisle the other day. I met Keith here, he was a little bit of a psycho, but I wasn't too scared of him. He seemed to be nicer to me as we talked. I waved my arms around and twirled; dancing through the park, singing lines from my favourite songs. I ran onto the fields spinning around once and then letting myself fall back onto the ground. I laughed like an idiot for a few minutes and then I heard something in the distance. I sat up, not smiling any more and snapping back into reality. I looked around, but it was too dark for me to see much. There were no shadows about. I was starting to get a little freaked out. I should've known not to come out at this time...
That's when I saw someone come out from behind a tree. My heart almost stopped, and then started beating unbelievably fast. I was terrified. I didn't know what to do. He shouted something over to me, but I wasn't listening because I was too busy thinking. I was frozen in my position. Are you ignoring me, babe? I heard him this time, and I looked up. He was stood up in front of me. I breathed in sharply, my voice shaking, W-what? I asked. I sat there, unable to move. Never mind hunny, what are you doing out at this time? I shrugged, Why did you call me hunny?
He was quiet for a few seconds, but then he sat down next to me. I moved away, not taking my eyes off him and then he reached out to touch me... Somewhere. I screamed and hit him, Leave me alone! I hissed, struggling to get up. He pulled me back down again, pushing me onto the floor and pinning me there, he put his hand over my mouth, looking angry. Shut the fuck up, babe, close your eyes if it helps. My eyes were wide with fear. I wasn't going to get away from here that easily. He reached out again, but this time I couldn't move. I saw several others slipping out of the shadows, tears were running down my cheeks. They were all laughing at me as the man ran his hands over my body. I was only twelve years old... This shouldn't be happening to me!
I managed to move his hand away briefly, Help!! I screamed. This was the worst night ever...
*** Words: 569
Outfit: Um... Not sure, a black vest top and a dark pink skirt? (:
Lyrics: Hot -- Avril Lavinge
Notes: hey there!  hope this is good enough
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Post by jay terry on Feb 12, 2010 23:06:36 GMT
He was cold, all of a sudden, his chest hurting. Jay winced as a few pucks hit his chest. He suddenly felt strange, an emptiness darting through him. It was a feeling like someone was hurt near him. Looking up, Jay went to the top of the hill. He heard Jon, behind him, shouting, [b"GOAL!"
[/b] He knew Jon's shout could be heard for miles. He went back, grabbing his flash light. Why had he brought a flash-light? No clue, but once he shown the light on what was down the hill, he was glad he did. It took him less than a few seconds before he realized what was happening. He ran back, dropping his gloves and tossing his mask aside. Keeping the flash-light in his hand, he ran back to the hill, running like the leg-pads were nothing. "Hey, bastard, get off of her!" He shouted. He heard his team-mates coming behind him. Jay started down the hill, but he skidded and fell, the leg-pads tangling up. The flash-light and his hockey stick was still in his hand. "Oh, shit." He said, feeling the eyes of the men on him. They seemed to be bigger than him, lots bigger. Jay attempted to untangle his legs. "One minute..." He muttered, knowing if they were going to kick his ass they weren't going to stop just from a couple words from him. He got up, grabbing his stick, feeling the weight of it. "Get away from her... I- ... I play hockey!" He stuttered the empty threat. He could hear Jon up the hill swearing at the fact that he couldn't get his skate untied to come and help. Jon knew how much of a kluts Jay could be.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 13, 2010 16:41:18 GMT
I was using all of my strength trying to escape, and it was tiring me out. I was finding it hard to breathe with the man's hand over my mouth as well. I snatched my arm away from him, and grabbed his neck, pushing him back a little. He growled at me, loosening his grip on my other arm and I rolled away from him. He froze, startled for a moment before trying to get me again but I stood up and walked backwards away from him. A bigger man walked up to me from behind and shoved me down onto the ground, next to the person who had me before. Then he sat next to me, so I was stuck in between the pair. I tried to get up again and this time just run, but they both got me and pulled me down again. The big man put his hand on my leg, just under my skirt and I shifted quickly to the other man who wasn't yet touching me. This was sick. The others started laughing loudly, and then the smaller man said, 'Looks like she wants me, mate!' and then slapped my backside cheekily. I screamed a little and then ended up right in between them again. This wasn't very fun for me at all. I'd rather be dead.
That's when I heard a shout from over the hill. A boy who was obviously older than me came running down with a hockey stick in his hand. What was happening? The men who were watching me started walking over to face the other person I didn't know. I looked at the guys who were sat next to me once and then they started touching me again. Both of them. At the same time. I gasped and hit their hands before they could touch me somewhere I didn't want to me touched, but they both held my hands down my my side. What the fuck was the other guy playing at? I'm being touched up and he's... What is he doing? I couldn't turn around and then I heard his voice again. What kind of a threat was that? Maybe he wasn't as old as I thought he was.
Get off me! I hissed, pulling away from them again, but they were too strong, I was stuck here.
One Of Those Guys Walking Up To Jay
What the fuck do you want? I asked, squaring up to him, We're trying to have a bit of fun here, but the fucking hockey stick down.
I was the biggest one out of all of the guys. I could take this mini guy out in seconds. I looked back over to the girl who we were playing with and asked, Do you even know the girl? I don't know her, but she looks good enough to be touched. I grinned as I imagined her parts. So I was being horrible to her, what could she do to me, what could this guy with a hockey stick do to me? Nothing. But I can do stuff to them.
Elizabeth
I was completely out of breath now, and I felt weak. I couldn't struggle to get away from them any more. I couldn't even lift my arms. They'd done this before to someone else, hadn't they? They knew exactly what they were doing. It was all planned out. And I had to be stupid enough to come out at this time. I sighed and tried to tell them to stop, but the words wouldn't come out. I was exhausted.
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Words: 590
Notes: that part with the guy is sucky. x] i rushed it, and i can't rp guys, that's why i don't have any male characters. the only reason i tried was because i can't do much with elizabeth. it failed. x]
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Post by jay terry on Feb 14, 2010 23:52:14 GMT
Jay bit his bottom lip on the inside, tensing his grip on his hockey stick. He really didn’t want to think about his gear, but he couldn’t help thinking of how much he didn’t want to get blood on his good stick. Jay had seen the girl when he first shown his flashlight down the hill. “Fun?” Jay was shocked. Who has fun messing around with a little girl? Sick ass. “No, but I know her enough to know you’re a creepy pervert.” Jay said, lifting his chin up, and puffing out his chest, getting in the guy’s face. That was how his coach had told him to look bigger, more intimidating. His icy blue eyes didn’t leave the other guy’s. That was another way he knew to look more intimidating.
“Good, good! Don’t let him control you, you control him.” The coach yelled from the bench. “Good, Troy! Get that puck away from Jay! Good defense, good!” Jay’s coach was always so encouraging. “And Jon: Curl around and get that puck from him! Yes, yes!” The rest of the team started cheering, they were up one goal now, and Jay had a shutout so far. But then, Jay could help adverting his focus. There was his little cousin, smiling and waving and taking pictures. Jay smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Then, with a breakout happening, Jay kept his eyes shifting, from his cousin to the game. Jay turned his head to the little girl, she was only about eight years old, and saw a man coming up behind her. Jay didn’t recognize him. The man then grabbed her neck, putting his hand over her mouth. There was a muffled squeal, and no one seemed to notice but Jay.
He sprinted over to the boards, putting his catching glove on the glass. “No! Meghan!” He shouted. She had already disappeared behind a wall. Jon looked over to where Jay was kneeling, Jay was crying.
“Jay get your ass back in the net!” He heard Troy shout. “Is he hurt?” His coach yelled. “Ref, whistle! Our goalie’s down!” He shouted. Jay was only hurt in the heart. Later, after the game, he got off the ice angry, still crying. “Why didn’t you help her?!” He shouted at his aunt. “You shouldn’t have let her go off like that. Why did you let her go off like that?!” He shouted. Before his aunt could ask what happened, Jay had already, said, “Buzz off. I’m getting changed and looking for her.”
Jay had been staring out to the distance when he was thinking of his cousin. She had been found two years ago, at age 15, in a strip-club/bar. Whoever this girl was, Jay didn’t want that to happen to her. He was suddenly enraged. “Pervert!” He shouted, swinging his stick like a baseball bat in an attempt to get a good blow to the guy’s head. Regardless of knowing if he hit the guy, or if he hit him hard enough to knock him down, Jay then launched himself at the guy that had chosen to pick a fight with him. The guy that thought it was fun to mess around with an innocent little girl.
Jay pressed his stick down on the guy’s neck, as hard as he could. “Come on, guys, get away from her! Don’t make me crush your mate’s windpipe and kill him!” Jay shouted. “Hey Troy, throw me down my blocker… I want to beat the shit out of this guy with it!” He shouted up the hill. He felt the blocker hit the back of his head. Damnit, Troy had a hell of an arm. He picked up the blocker and shoved it onto his hand. “Last chance, hoser. Leave her alone or me and my mates will kick your sorry arses!”
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 15, 2010 21:31:26 GMT
That Big Guy We Don't Like
What is wrong with this guy? I laughed, making the others laugh too, I looked back at the girl again, licking my lips. When would it be my turn? Those other bastards were taking over! I want to have a go! I better beat this freak away first. Oh he doesn't know her? Then what the fuck did he want?! He even dared to call me a perv! Haha.. No. Look, midget, if you don't know the girl, then turn around, go back over the hill and join your mates with your little fairy game. I paused, towering over him, And don't call me a fucking perv! We glared into each other's eyes for what seemed to last hours, until I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I launched at him, pushing him back, but he was too quick for me. He got me around the neck with his hockey stick. I growled at him loudly, but I couldn't make him let go of me. I didn't know what to do next...
The Guys Who Were Touching Elizabeth
I got up suddenly when the small person fought my friend. I ran up to them, not knowing how to react. I was about to punch him, but then he threatened to kill Rick. We all stopped what we were doing just staring at him. I knew we didn't want our friend to die, and I knew we all didn't want to let the girl go, but we could always find someone else..? Ugh! Guys, come on! Let's go. What's the point in messing around with this puff? I looked back, seeing the child get up and run towards us, Rick managed to get away from the other boy and started making their way to somewhere else. Possibly the nightclub. I waited until she reached me, and then shoved her into the guy. They were both weird if you asked me.
I ran off to join the others. At least nobody died...
Elizabeth
They all started running away, so I jumped up immediately, unsure of what to do next. The boy who saved me... Could I trust him, or was he going to hurt me? He didn't look as if he would hurt me. He looked kind of harmless to be honest... I didn't know what happened, but they all started running off, so I decided to meet the guy who helped me. One of them didn't leave with the others so I slowed down, glaring at him, but still moving. He glared back at me, but I decided to play it as a tough person. I wouldn't run away, even if he did want to hurt me. I found out soon enough what he wanted to do. He shoved me into the stranger with so much force that I fell into the guy. I looked up at him as the other one ran away.
I'm sorry. I apologized quickly as I jumped away from him, staring at him gratefully.
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Words: 497
Notes: very bad post and everything but i tried. i WOULD have added something in about one of the guys hitting jay, but i couldn't be bothered so i left out all violence. xDD sorta. sorry this is so bad x.x
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Post by jay terry on Feb 15, 2010 21:53:59 GMT
"Fairy sport?!" Jay shouted, "It's called hockey, and it's more of a man sport than you'll ever know, you pervert!" He shouted, feeling the guy wiggle out from under him. Jay laid on his back, not caring about the cold that was seeping into his skin. He put his blocker up to his face, ready to get punched in the face or whatever these morons were going to do. Jay might be short, but he was hell of a lot stronger than a few perverts.
He heard their retreating footsteps and sat up on his knees, yelling, "Sluts!" After them. He then threw his head back, winded. He heard his friends coming down the hill then. "Jay! That was impressive. I didn't k now you had it in you!" Troy laughed. Jay's face was solemn, as he looked down at his leg-pads and whispered to his team-mates, "Yeah, well. I didn't want anyone to end up like Meghan." He looked over to the girl.
Jay fell over his leg-pads as the girl was shoved into him, and he just sat there, his leg-pads in the air. He sighed, standing up. He laughed a little at her apology. "It's fine. Are you alright?" He asked, brushing dirt off his chest and leg-pads. "Damn!" He said, spitting something red and white and shiny out of his mouth. "That asshole made me lose a tooth." He said, picking it up. Ew. He thought, weakly tossing a molar.
Jay couldn't help remembering the day they got the phone call saying they found Meghan. It was such a happy day, but Jay was shocked when he saw his cousin. Tattered clothes, half-starved. No one deserved that.
Jay looked over at the hill as the rest of his friends came down. "I'm Jay." He said. "And... these are my mates. Jon, Troy, Jacob, Adam, Jake, Bud, and Josh. You can thank Troy. He brought the flash-light." He said, standing up, looking at where the perverts had disappered, his thoughts on Meghan.
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Mar 10, 2010 17:02:51 GMT
When the last man had turned his back on us to join his sick group, and after I was pushed into the stranger, I quickly caught myself, because the other boy fell. The man wasn't so far away, but he was running, so I pulled a 'fuck you' face and swiftly stuck two fingers up at him. I smiled to myself, happy to be safe now. I didn't feel scared anymore, in fact... I felt stronger. As if the situation never happened, and I'd just been here alone the whole time. I quickly noted never to go out in the night alone ever again, and then twirled back to the fallen guy, who laughed at my apology, and told me it was fine. What was he doing out here anyway? Well... He wasn't on his own like I was, but still. It seemed he'd been playing hockey, from his clothes, and argument about the 'fairy sport'... I didn't think it was a fairy sport. I don't really care about sports though, if I was honest. Sports tend not to like me... I was good at dancing, but that's not really a sport, is it?
He stood up then, and wow, he was a lot taller than me. I didn't realize at first, but whoa... He might not be that tall to other people, but I'm only 4'7... He must think I'm really short. I had to look right up to see his face. He must think I'm a complete idiot. I thought, blinking slowly. That's when he spat something out of his mouth, and I almost took a step back, but managed to stand my ground... That had better not be what I think it is...
It wasn't the tooth I was worried about, it was the blood which was on it. Me and blood... Aren't good together, and there's a very high chance that I'll faint at the sight of it... I was starting to feel a little sick already. Relief flooded me when he tossed it away. I didn't see where it landed. I didn't want to know.
His friends were behind him, and I looked at them all as he introduced them, and himself. Jay. He seemed like a nice person, to me. In fact, more than nice. I just couldn't get the word...
I was so glad he found me here, I don't know what would've happen if...
... I cast that thought far away.
You can thank Troy. He brought the flash-light.
Thanks! I giggled, holding my hands behind my back, I'm Elizabeth, but you can just call me Lizzy or Liz... I don't care. Anyway, it's nice to meet you!
Instant friendship. I knew it.
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Words: 443
Listening To: Understanding [Sound Asleep Version] ~ Evanescence
Notes: i finally got the muse, fog. ^^
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Post by jay terry on Mar 16, 2010 10:44:45 GMT
Jay looked at Elizabeth as if she had just done a strange mating ritual with a squirrel when she giggled. She just got raped or molested or whatever the word was, shouldn’t she be shaking? He looked back at Troy, who was inches behind him. Pushing him onto the ground, he heard the padding of his pants thud to the ground. Jay then plopped down on Troy’s lap, still looking at Elizabeth. He hoped she didn’t think he was gay or something. Resting his head against Troy’s helmet, he quickly felt Jacob pushing him off of Troy. Jay laughed hard. ”C’mon, boys, we don’t have to fight for Troy’s lap! He heard hushed whispers from his team-mates. Before he knew what was happening, Jay was pushed onto his back on the ground, as all seven of the other boys piled on top of him. ”Dog Pile on the goalie!” Josh laughed.
Soon, Jay started whining that there was a rock in his back, and it was cutting into his skin. There wasn’t, of course, but he was quite a good actor. His teammates quickly got off of him, and standing up with a smirk, Jay said, ”Suckers.” With a grin. He then realized that Elizabeth was still there. Time to tone down the Canadian fun, before someone gets hurt… Jay thought. Looking at Elizabeth, he didn’t know what to say. None of them had ever abandoned a hockey game, rape or no rape. And in Jay’s case, he’d had experience with the two mixing together. He could tell, his friends wanted to get back to the game. Jay, however, was concerned with Elizabeth’s safety.
”We’re not done here, we’ve got a period to go… That’s fifteen minutes.” He said, not quite finding the right words. Well, Jay could never find the right words. ”You’re welcome to come watch, or join in if you’d like. After the game I’d be glad to escort you back to your dorm.” He didn’t want those creeps to come back and try to get at Lizzy again. He looked around for his blocker, and when he finally found it, he said to Troy, ”We’d better wash this off.” He looked back at Elizabeth, waiting for a response.
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Apr 6, 2010 12:08:55 GMT
My cheeks turned a little pink when Jay gave me a funny look after I giggled, my smile faded, and I'm sure I shrunk slightly in my place; clearly embarrassed. I wondered what I should say to him, and after a few seconds, I just shrugged and told the truth.
I can easily push negative things away, and concentrate on the positives. The tone of my voice was low, and my English accent didn't fail to come through, it probably sounded weird to Jay, but then again, his accent was weird to me, American, maybe? I'm really bad when it comes to guessing where people are from, unless it's a place in the U.K.. Until now, I've never been able to escape Europe. I decided to keep my mouth shut, to save myself embarrassment.. One thing I hate the most is embarrassing myself, unless I'm with really close friends, even though Jay didn't look like the kind of person who would laugh at me for something so small as to me guessing the place where he was from wrong.
I was so deep in thought after that, I was totally blank at what was going on around me. My blue eyes snapped back to Jay, who was... Being piled on. I took two steps back, just to stay out of the way. I hadn't realised I was cold until now, I shivered involuntarily, I hoped nobody noticed. I was trying to look as if I was completely fine.. When really, I was freezing cold, dying inside, and seeing many small flashbacks of the guy's face in my mind, even though it only happened a few minutes ago. I noticed Jay had gotten to his feet again, he spoke to me.
I stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then I answered him, Um, I'll watch.. If you don't mind. As late as it is, I'm not tired.. Then I quietly added, Especially after what just happened..
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Words: 323
Listening To: nothing, surprisingly.
Notes: finally (: it's a bit suckish again, but i'm getting there.
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hope this is good enough