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Post by Richard Gades on Nov 19, 2012 19:14:30 GMT -5
Richard brought his hands back quickly, he wasn't one to touch a lady when she didn't want it. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Richard made sure to keep a slight distance. "I can take you to the nurse?" Richard offered, trying to deduce why she was in pain. Heart condition, cramps, migraine perhaps?
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Post by Athena Diorio on Nov 19, 2012 22:47:40 GMT -5
Athena's nose scrunched at the word "nurse". She hated needles and medicine, and she was never one to ask for help when she was in pain.
And then there was the fact that doctors could never find what was wrong with her, although a few did say she seemed to have extra bones in her spine. A deformity in her eyes. But she never did get around to getting them removed. The scars would be horrible. But she didn't know why it caused her constant pain.
Gnawing on her bottom lip, she looked up at the front of the room, an image of the podium the president would be delivering his speech now on the wall.
"I'll-I'll be okay. She couldn't help anyways," Athena smiled slightly at Richard, hoping he would just drop the subject.
She began to think of her father, a man who was a member of the Secret Service. He would probably be in the background of the speech, no one would ever really see him. Just like Athena never saw him.
Always away for work or on top secret operations. Even though he never really was home, he would teach her self defense and how to shoot a gun.
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Post by Richard Gades on Nov 21, 2012 14:22:01 GMT -5
"Alright," Richard sat back in his chair, a little weirded out by the girl, but he made a promise that if she looked like she was in pain again he would just throw her over his shoulder and take her to the nurse himself. The idea was mildly entertaining to him, and he let a little laugh escape out loud. Not that he'd want her to be in pain, but the excuse to pick her up was tempting.
He leaned back in his seat and crossed his ankles, relaxing as he focused on the screen. "I hope what ever he has to say is interesting." Richard muttered.
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Post by Maris Henley on Nov 21, 2012 20:08:23 GMT -5
"Yeah. I work." Maris rolled her eyes, just because he job didn't involve extensive heavy lifting didn't mean it still wasn't work. Her job was a little more relaxed than most other peoples, but that didn't mean she should feel guilty about it. But she did feel guilty when she said he didn't have another shirts.
"Well..." Maris tried to think up a response. "I can buy you a new one." She offered, it wasn't like she didn't have the money to buy one cheap shirt. Her parents were researchers for the FDA and they got paid well enough that Maris got a large allowance. An allowance she barely spent because she didn't go see movies with friends, go shopping, or go out to eat. She didn't really socialize anywhere outside of a library. "I've got money too, besides it's the least I can offer."
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Post by Colton Mcleod on Nov 22, 2012 0:35:05 GMT -5
Colton looked over at her. "I didn't mean it that kinda of way." Colton said looking down. He wasn't sure what way but he didn't mean to sound so rude. He looked down at the paper then the teacher who was talking about the speach he had to listen to.
Colton looked over at her and chuckled a bit. "I can buy my own shirt, but if you really want to thanks I guess." Colton said with a grin. He looked at the paper and started to draw on the top right corner. He glanced over at the girl then looked back down. "So when do you plan on getting this shirt." Colton said raising one eyebrow.
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Post by Apollo Diorio on Nov 23, 2012 22:48:58 GMT -5
"Sunshine! House meeting downstairs!" A voice called through the Zeta Theta Alpha house, the oldest sorority house on the BCU campus.
"Coming!" A cheerful voice called back. A girl with short, white blonde hair sat up from painting her nails on her bed, throwing her feet over the side and standing up carefully. She didn't want to ruin her freshly painted nails by hitting her foot on something. Walking awkwardly out of her room, she made her way downstairs, wondering what this meeting could be about.
Politics? No. Yes, you were required to have a 3.5 GPA to be a part of this sorority, but that didn't mean all of the girls knew anything about the outside world.
"What's going on, girls?" Apollo asked as she walked into the living room, glancing about. The tv was on, and it seemed to be tuned into the speech the president would be giving. It definitely surprised her, especially since her Little Sister, one of the most politically ignorant girls she ever knew, sat right on front of the tv. Laughing slightly to herself, she took a seat next to her Little Sister.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Nov 24, 2012 15:59:35 GMT -5
Athena smirked, her eyes landing on the president who was now standing at the podium, a large smile on his face.
"I have a feeling this will be one of the most interesting things that's happened to date" she whispered.
"I would first like to begin this speech with this, I am tired of hiding things from the public eye. Although they may threaten lives of many people, I believe this country has a right to know." The president spoke into the several microphones in front of him, his gaze shifting back and forth between what seemed like people seated in front of him.
"And so with that, I will not be reading the speech my peers have written for me." The president shrugged his shoulders, as though preparing himself for something, something big it seemed.
The professor at the front of the classroom posted himself right in front of the screen, and he began to study every move the president made, wondering what he was about to reveal.
"Today, I will not be talking about a taxes, or the situation our economy is in. Because, I believe we have an even greater threat that has been living under this nations nose for centuries..."he paused for a moment, looking down at his hands.
"We need to be worried about-" the president fell backwards in a moment, a loud bang pierced the ears of everyone listening. Men in suits jumped forward, rushing to the presidents aid.
"What just happened?" Athena gasped, leaning forward in her chair, trying to decipher what the noise was.
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Post by Maris Henley on Dec 5, 2012 18:24:06 GMT -5
"I don't have a class after this." Maris admitted she had three hours before her next workshop in the English department. She tugged on a string of her red hair a nervous habit she got when people asked her questions about herself. She preferred history of other people, their personalities, not her own. She bit her lip before she spoke again.
"If you want you can come with me , She blushed slightly realizing her words could be taken another way. I mean I don't know you're size....or your favorite color....or if you like polos or tshirts, maybe even v necks......or anything about you!" She stopped she was working herself into a tizzy. She paused to breath and regain her composure when she noticed the president was on tv finally, now the good stuff could start happening. She leaned forward momentarily forgetting about Colton and concentrating on their great leader.
A scream worked its self up from the pit of Maris' stomach, she chocked it off once she realized the noise was coming from her. "What just happened!" She stood up knocking her pens, pencils, and papered off the desk where they'd been arranged in perfect lines and onto the floor. "What just happened!" Maris repeated her heart racing as she looked around the room for answers. "What just...."
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Post by Richard Gades on Dec 5, 2012 18:50:46 GMT -5
Richard was taken aback from the scene that unfolded on the screen before him. He heard the murmur that quickly turned into panicky chatter in the class room around him. "The presidents been shot." "Is he dead?" "What just happened?" "Who did it!" "I thought I saw something." The noise swam in and out of his ears, but he was to shocked to comprehend it all. He'd just watched the leader of their country be shot while he was trying to warn them. Warn them about what?! Richard turned to Athena grabbing her arm firmly. "What was he trying to warn us of?!" He demanded, what was going on. This was a nightmare.
Richard tried to control his breathing but he wanted to punch something or run. Run! Where to? I have nowhere to run to, not the dorms, things will be just as confused. In the end he stayed in his seat surveying the room around him. At least it couldn't get any worse....
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