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Post by isis on Mar 22, 2008 16:08:35 GMT
Tag: Danny Jones
W: Language, maybe
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Danny was supposed to be here by now. Of course he was always late, but never like this. Isis hadn't talked to her best friend in the whole world for what seemed like forever. Her father kept her locked up in the house, stating that she had to keep up with her shcool work. She was all caught up now and there was nothing he could do. Besides, he had better things to do, like go hang out with his golding, whore of a girlfriend. She was the skum at the bottom of Isis shoes, and Isis wanted her off of her shoes and into a dumster, where trash belongs.
Jacob, her younger step brother, had found a way of sneaking into Isis's room, despite the lock on the door, and reading her diary. She found out one day when a few of his friends called reciting lines from and epic tale of her love for . . . well, her love for some guy, who had no idea. The wost part about it was that Jacob's mother, the skum at the bottom of Isis's shoe, had nothing to say about it. She should have snatched up her little brat and forbade him from entering her room again, but of course he's the little angle. An angle for hell is more like it.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Maybe Danny didn't know where to meet her. No, that was very unlikely, on account of the fact that they met here on numerous occasions. She was standing right outside of an old brick building. The second floor was an apartment, and the first floor was a small bistro. They discovered the second floor was an apartment when they snuck up there. The owner had pissed them off, and they were after some quick revenge.
That was the best part about Danny. He was fun. Danny was an escape from her boring life as the arhcitect's daughter. Danny made tomorrow worth waiting for, he made next week only seem a day away. A few kids passed by, and Isis heard them talking about some girl's diary. Twirps. The next time Jacob so much as puts a toe in my room, he's dead meet.
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Post by howie on Mar 23, 2008 3:02:03 GMT
Vrooom. Vrooom..
It's funny no matter how well advanced technology is, yet nothing can cover up the typical sound made by even the most expensive motorcycles.
Riding on a sleek black Yamaha motorbike, Danny Jones was going a almost high speed. He knew he was late. ''Come on...'' he muttered as he strode through the highway. His signature rocker-ish jacket was dangling midair. Dan knew that he had build himself a reputation of always being late, he just couldn't help it, no matter how hard he tried, he always failed to be anywhere on time.
Vroooom......
Danny hit the brakes and turned his bike the instant he saw the familiar, old building. With the speed he was going at, his motorbike made a screeching sound with the floor, along with little sparks. There was another thing about Daniel, was the he love to make a dramatic entrance. He wants his presence to be known. As he placed his helmet inside the vehicle, he was greeted by a familiar sight. Isis Copts, they were the best of friends, but eve he had to admit, they were from two different worlds. Isis's father was very strict, and he doesn't want his precious daughter to hang out with someone like Daniel. Dan just wants Isis to have fun , get her out of her typical boring routines. HE wanted her to live life to the fullest.
He raised his hands in guilt as he approached the girl. ''I know, I know. I'm late . Again.'' he admitted.
''I'm soo sorry. I ...woke up late.'' he added. He looked at his watch . It was 3 in the afternoon. Normally that would sound like a big, stupid lie, but for anyone who knows Danny, it wasn't . He tends to wake up at noon, or if he could be bothered, sometimes even eight o'clock at night.
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Post by isis on Mar 23, 2008 3:36:55 GMT
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
If you're not he's not here soon . . . I'm leaving. Isis checked her cell phone for the time. It was almost 3, and Danny still wasn't there. Maybe he was till sleeping, a normality for Dan. He lived a crazy lifestyle. That was exactly what Isis's father didn't approve of, but that's why she liked Danny. He was carefree, and that was the recipe for a great time. Just then, Isis heard the familiar sound of Danny's black bike. Finally!
He speed around the corner and came to an abrupt halt in front of the building. He took of his helmet, and his hair was a mess. That was the only down side to hanging out with Danny, helmet hair. She wasn't the prissy, I-always-need-hair-spray-by-my-side kind of girl, but she wasn't helmet hair's biggest fan either. Approaching Isis, Danny raised his hands in apology. Isis laughed as he muttered his excuse. She punched him in the gut and quickly embraced him in a tight hug.
"I don't care that you're late. I just care that you're alive," Isis said. "You have got to stop speeding like that because one day you'll get hurt and that'll hurt me. You don't want to hurt me, do you?" Isis said.
Isis squeezed Danny tighter. They were just friends, and Isis liked it that way. He was twenty-one years old and she was sixteen. Given her birthday was only a short time away, there was still a bit of a gap. Her father would never approve if she started dating Danny, so she left it alone, though she always wondered what could be. When she was in his arms she felt that everything would be okay. She felt like reality was merely a dream and that the real world was just beyond her reach. |
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Post by howie on Apr 15, 2008 4:41:14 GMT
A smile appeared on the twenty-year old's face as he embraced his best friend. It was good to see her again.
They hadn't been hanging out lately due to Daniel's studies in University and Her dad's strict curfews. He had never liked how Isis's dad run things in their family, but unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about it.
He could feel the teenager's hug tightened when she spoke. Danny gave her a pat on her head .
''Oh, I wouldn't dare to even think of hurting you, Isis Copts.'' he teased.
As they broke the hug, Dan couldn't help but notice Isis's uneasy glance at his hair. He chuckled silently.
''Right, I forgot you have issues with hat hairs.'' he said as he scratched his hair with his hands, making it messy and scruffy, as he usually looked. ''Better now?'' he joked as he lightly punched the girl's right shoulder.
Danny guided Isis into the apartment that they were supposed to go in. It was time to have some fun.'' So, Miss goody-two shoes, '' he started. ''Ready to piss some fat guy off?'' he continued as they stealthily walked up the stairs. The thing he liked about overweight guys is that they can't run fast, which makes it easier fr them to escape from doing whatever they were going to do.
''Any ideas on what we should do?'' he asked. Danny had always came up with crazy ideas , but this time, he wanted to see what Isis had in her.
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Post by isis on Apr 26, 2008 17:15:05 GMT
Isis could feel Danny's chest against her. She loved hugging him because it made her feel secure. No matter what happened she felt safe in his amrs. His presence made her forget all of her worries. His laugh exstinguished any doubt she had. She needed him and she hoped he needed her just as much.
With her father's strict policies and Danny's busy schedule they hadn't spent much time together, but that was about to change. Her father was lightening up a bit and the school year was slowly but surly coming to a close. In the midst of all the commotion Isis was starting to feel lonely, but now she was just fine. She was away from home and Danny was by her side. What more could she want?
Isis giggled a bit when Danny noticed her staring at his hair. With a few swipes of his hand Danny's golden hair was back to mormal, just the way she licked it. Isis grabbed his hand as he lead her into the apartment building they were infront of. Danny teased with her calling her "Goody-two-shoes" and she smircked. Then he revealed their plans. Apparently they'd be messing with some fat guy. Danny left what they were going to do up to Her, though.
She thought for a minute as they continued up the stairs, her hand in his. She could tell he was waiting for an answer so she hurried, ransacking her mind for some type of idea. What could they do to a fat guy. "Ummmm . . . We could quietly - very quietly- break into his apartment and steal all of his food." Isis laughed at the though. "We'd have a good laugh and get some food for a picnic later on, maybe?" Isis stared up at Danny awating his answer. |
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Post by howie on May 1, 2008 12:25:58 GMT
The musician mused to himself when he watched his best friend chuckle at his comments. He couldn't believe that Isis was so much younger than him, they connected so well that it felt like they were the same age.
She had a unique personality, which attracted Danny the most. She was organized, a person who follow the rules, but was a messy, wild person at the same time. He was glad that they met.
It was then Daniel's turn to chuckle at the girl. Stealing the man's food was the last thing on his mind, but the more he thought of it, the better the idea sounded. Danny's lips formed a cheeky grin. ''Awesome idea, you rebel. '' he teased again. He couldn't help it, there was always a small hint of sarcasm in everything he said.
Shifting his eyes into the man's room, he spotted two cheeseburgers on a metal plate. His grin grew even bigger. He glanced back at Isis.
''See those burgers over there?'' he pointed carefully. ''I'll try to bring the plate to the floor, and you do your earth trick to get it.'' he explained briefly. Danny had known about Isis's abilities for a long time now, and Isis knew about what he could do too. They were very open about their powers to each other, and Daniel was certain that he could trust someone like Isis.
While waiting for his friend's reply, Daniel held out his right hand towards the plate's direction and concentrated. The plate began to hover off the table, and tipped onto the ground. The plate was laying on top of the burgers instead.
''Whoops.'' Danny whispered. ''Your turn.'' he told Isis with a smile.
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