Post by lynnie on May 17, 2010 17:56:38 GMT -5
DANIELLE NICHOLE BAKER
HAI THERE, I’M DANIELLE NICHOLE BAKER. BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME DANI. I’LL PROBABLY ANSWER TO ANYTHING THOUGH TO BE HONEST. JULY 17 1992IS A PRETTY BIG DAY FOR ME SINCE IT WAS WHEN I WAS BORN; GETTING GIFTS IS ALWAYS A PLUS THOUGH. THIS MEANS I’M EIGHTEENYEARS OLD, BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT HOW OLD I’M GETTING. I WAS BORN IN SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA, IT’S AN OKAY PLACE BUT NOTHING COMPARED TO WHERE I AM NOW CAMPTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA. I DON’T MEAN TO BRAG BUT MY TALENT IS PRETTY DAMN AWESOME, YOU’D THINK SO TOO IF YOU WERE ACTRESS. IT’S NO SECRET THAT I LIKE DOESN'T MATTER. APPERENTLY PEOPLE SEEM TO THINK I LOOK LIKE MILEY CYRUS BUT I THINK THEIR CRAZY.
NOW YOU KNOW A LITTLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER I’M GOING TO LET YOU KNOW A BIT ABOUT ME, KAITLYN. I’M SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME BEFORE RIGHT? I’M SIXTEENYEARS OLD BUT IT’S NOT LIKE THAT’S IMPORTANT. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED MY OTHER CHARACTERS ON HERE ARE NO ONE, CHECK THEM OUT. I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR TWO YEARS, I CONSIDER MYSELF A PRO BY NOW. IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO CONTACT ME ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HIT ME UP AT PM.
"Oi...Oi'm sorry, mate. If it's somethin' Oi did, Oi'm sorry..." Arizona made it a point not to acknowledge the younger boy as he walked. Of course it wasn't something that he'd done. It was something that Ari himself had done. He knew that he would tell Mac later about all of this, but right now he just needed to be alone, without anyone to bug him like Mac seemed to be doing at that moment.
Of course Arizona knew that venturing out into the street blind and stopping when he knew that a car was going to hit him was extremely stupid, but he didn't care. He was a pretty strong guy, so he doubt that the impact would kill him. Sure he'd probably break a couple bones, or even fall into a coma, but if it meant being alone then he really didn't care what happened. Going to such extremes seemed to be necessary. Maybe it would be the only way that he could get Mac off his back finally.
"Get outta de fuckin' road!" Arizona didn't listen to the Irishman's cries, just stood in place waiting for the impact from the front of the sedan. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and hugged himself as he closed his eyes, waiting, just waiting. He wondered if the driver would be smart and swerve around him, or if it would try and plow through him, or maybe it would just hit him, in an attempt to stop, but be to slow to do it. It didn't matter; he just needed out.
It all happened too sudden for him to really comprehend. He stood there for what was only really a few seconds, his arms cradling himself, as he anticipated the car hitting him, but it never came. Instead, he heard the sound of hurried feet, and then someone shoving him to the side. He stumbled back, his arms flying to the side as if it would do something, and then the sensation of hitting the pavement. The crunch of someone being hit by the car he was meant to be hurt by, then the screech of the tires, and the sound of a falling body came later.
Arizona opened his eyes slowly, although it really wouldn't do much good for him, and looked around. The blurs seemed to meld all together, and he couldn't really make out much, but it was the vision of a familiar shape on the ground that caused Ari's heart to twist and the realization of what he was going to do, and what he caused to happen that made everything he'd thought and felt earlier wash away. He crawled over to Mac's still frame, and sat on his knees, tears in his eyes and regret weighing heavy on his heart. "M-Mac?" He said, wishing that he hadn't done what he had. He'd ruined everything, and now he potentionally killed the love of his life.
What had he done?
Of course Arizona knew that venturing out into the street blind and stopping when he knew that a car was going to hit him was extremely stupid, but he didn't care. He was a pretty strong guy, so he doubt that the impact would kill him. Sure he'd probably break a couple bones, or even fall into a coma, but if it meant being alone then he really didn't care what happened. Going to such extremes seemed to be necessary. Maybe it would be the only way that he could get Mac off his back finally.
"Get outta de fuckin' road!" Arizona didn't listen to the Irishman's cries, just stood in place waiting for the impact from the front of the sedan. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and hugged himself as he closed his eyes, waiting, just waiting. He wondered if the driver would be smart and swerve around him, or if it would try and plow through him, or maybe it would just hit him, in an attempt to stop, but be to slow to do it. It didn't matter; he just needed out.
It all happened too sudden for him to really comprehend. He stood there for what was only really a few seconds, his arms cradling himself, as he anticipated the car hitting him, but it never came. Instead, he heard the sound of hurried feet, and then someone shoving him to the side. He stumbled back, his arms flying to the side as if it would do something, and then the sensation of hitting the pavement. The crunch of someone being hit by the car he was meant to be hurt by, then the screech of the tires, and the sound of a falling body came later.
Arizona opened his eyes slowly, although it really wouldn't do much good for him, and looked around. The blurs seemed to meld all together, and he couldn't really make out much, but it was the vision of a familiar shape on the ground that caused Ari's heart to twist and the realization of what he was going to do, and what he caused to happen that made everything he'd thought and felt earlier wash away. He crawled over to Mac's still frame, and sat on his knees, tears in his eyes and regret weighing heavy on his heart. "M-Mac?" He said, wishing that he hadn't done what he had. He'd ruined everything, and now he potentionally killed the love of his life.
What had he done?
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