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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 18, 2009 7:50:34 GMT -6
Chace sat with his head tilted back, resting against the top of the seat. His eyes were closed behind his sunglasses, and he was deep in thought, the steady lull of the boat on the gentle waves did not help the sick anxiety he felt in the pit of his stomach.
He was leaving his life in the city to live on an island. That just about summed it up. His hand rested on the pair of black bags that held the contents of his wardrobe, along with a few other essentials. He had enough hairgel to last at least a month, and his straighteners were wrapped carefully in a towel.
He did not notice when the island came into view, though the driver had announced this. His iPod ran through his favourite playlist, the drum solos on full volume so he could drown out his surroundings, and picture himself anywhere else.
A tap on the shoulder from the social worker caused him to sit up straighter, and open his eyes. Despite the dark tint of his sunglasses, the bright sunlight still caused him to squint slightly. He removed his headphones, and turned around to examine where he would be living for the next few years.
His mouth opened in awe - it was so beautiful. The sandy white beaches, numerous palm trees and colourful houses brought his crooked smile to his face. The boat came to halt roughly 70 feet from the shore, and Chace looked round at the driver, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Boat stop here - you swim!" he said in a thick spanish accent, pointing towards the shore.
"You have to be kidding me, right?" Chace asked, his smile intact, waiting for the social worker's laughter, but it didn't come. Chace's smile faded, and his lips pressed into a tight line. He didn't mind the water, but they could have warned him so that he had worn something other than his Abercrombie jeans and Ralph Lauren t-shirt and Converse.
Without another word, he slipped off his T-shirt, revealing his favourite assets - his defined abs. Along with his shoes, he slipped it into the bag, zipping it up, and looked to the social worker, pointing towards his bags.
The social worker picked them both up, struggling slightly with the weight of the second, and slipped them into a blue plastic box, sealing it tightly. Chace relaxed as he saw the thick rubber seal surrounding the flap - it was watertight.
The social worker jumped off the side of the boat and began to swim to shore. Chace watched, shaking his head slightly. He looked to the driver, muttered "Thanks", and dived into the water, reaching the sand in just under a minute. He stepped out of the water, jeans totally drenched through, and ran a hand through his hair. There was no-one around....
He followed the social worker up the beach and through a small patch of palm trees before reaching a white building...
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Post by Jamila Mansur on Jan 18, 2009 7:59:59 GMT -6
Jamila waited nervously as she the boat she was boarding on seemed to have stopped. Another person, a guy, was complaining. Jamila rolled her eyes at him; he was acting like a girl. And Jamila, being a girl herself, didn't mind swimming.
She loved the water; but she was a bit worried about her clothes. She was wearing a flowy dress, which would surely ride up when she was swimming. Nevertheless, she dove into the water and began swimming. There was no one around; the self-conscious guy had swam in another direction, and the other people on the boat stayed where they were.
When Jamila had finally arrived on shore, she found that her dress had become see-through. Oh great... she thought avidly. She saw the guy about a hundred yards away, and decided to go see what he was going to do.
"Um... do you know where we're meant to go?" she asked him, folding her arms over her chest to hide the inconvenience of showing her bra to everyone.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 18, 2009 8:07:26 GMT -6
Sam had gotten up at the crack of dawn to take a shower and get dressed. She stayed under the hot water long enough to shampoo her hair, clean herself with soap and shave. Once that was done she turned the water off and threw back the shower curtain. A big cloud of steam hit her right in the face. Sam frowned and got out. She dried off and got dress. After blow drying her hair and putting it up in a pony tail she brushed her teeth.
Sam slipped on her socks and cowboy boots before buckling the strap that went diagonally across her chest with the sword holster resting on her left hip. Sam looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Pick up day. Woohoo.... She flipped the light off and exited her suite. She made the small 5 minute journey along the dirt path toward the village where she went to the stable and tacked up her American Paint gelding 'Dream'.
Clucking to him to make him go they set off toward the shore. Sam leaned forward as the horse galloped at full speed under her. They reached the shore in a matter of 6 minutes. Sam slowed the horse to a walk and smiled, patting his neck. She looked toward the shore and saw a girl and boy. She rode closer and noticed the state of the girl's dress and the funny expression on the boy's face.
Sam smiled and held back a smirk as she stopped Dream in front of the pair. Welcome to Orphan Island. I'm Sam Dillinger, your guide to the village. She said.
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Post by Jamila Mansur on Jan 18, 2009 8:29:39 GMT -6
Jamila looked up at Sam; at least now she knew where they were going. She was extremely confused; she didn't know what would become of her poor mother. Come to think of it, Jamila didn't even know whether her mother was alive or not. It made her depressed, and she hoped that the others wouldn't see through her facade.
"How long are we staying here?" She asked Sam, wishing that she could just go back home.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 18, 2009 8:49:33 GMT -6
Chace turned as the girl spoke to him, concealing a smirk as she tried to cover up her bra. He shrugged, and muttured "I don't know. They haven't exactly told us much." He looked around. The social worker had disappeared, leaving everyone's bags in a pile on the floor. He picked up his, resting one on each shoulder, and turned as he heard a horse's hooves approaching.
His mouth opened slightly as he took in her unimaginable beauty. Her golden hair complemented her skin tone perfectly, and her outfit worked well for her impeccable figure. Chase's crooked smile wound its way onto his lips as he ran a hand through his hair again. "Hey Sam, it's great to meet you." he said, his voice low, seductive.
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Post by Jamila Mansur on Jan 18, 2009 8:58:34 GMT -6
Jamila knew that there was a frown on her face now; Chase had pretty much ignored her, just answering her question. She tried not to care; but Chase was just so... good looking, in her opinion. He must have thought that she was an idiot, staring at him for a few seconds more than necessary.
Her first impressions of him had been that he was a bit self-conscious, and that he probably was. But he was also too darn cute for his own good. She noticed how he looked at Sam, and that irritated her slightly, although at first she did not know why. "How long are we going to be here?" she urged, repeating her question. She needed to see her mother. "Look, I don't know why I was brought here, I just know that I have to go back and help my mum. I don't know where she is, at the minute. You said this was orphan Island? Well, I have a mum. Okay, so I don't know where she is, but still. I don't want to be here."
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 18, 2009 9:06:21 GMT -6
Chace noticed the girl's eyes on him, but his own eyes were only for Sam. The other girl was getting irritated now. He turned towards her reluctantly, and asked "Wait, so you have a mom, but they brought you here anyway?"
He was confused by social services' logic - if she had a legal guardian then why had she been brought here? Chase himself had had no other choice...
Now that he looked more closely he noticed that she was rather pretty, but this was nothing compared to Sam's radiance. She was much younger too - only about 15 or 16, whereas Sam looked more like his age. The girl was getting increasingly agitated, and he could tell that she wasn't happy about being brought here.
He turned back to Sam. "Yeah, I mean, she has someone to take care of her, right?"
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 18, 2009 9:13:37 GMT -6
You'll be here until you turn 21 so calm down. Sam said. She dismounted Dream and walked closer to the couple. She looked over at Chace when she heard the seductiveness in his tone. She frowned slightly and her gaze moved back to the girl. You have a mother still? Well there must of been some mistake. She said.
Sam tapped her chin with her index finger on her right hand while her left hand rested on the handle of her sword which was on her left hip. She thought for a moment and then a small smile appeared on her lips. I'll have to talk to Jack Kelly the administrator about it. But for now you will have to find a home in the village to live in. She said.
Sam felt eyes probing her and it made her a bit uncomfortable. She looked over and saw that the guy was looking at her. You'll have to find a home too. She said. Dream snorted and tossed his head.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 18, 2009 9:21:19 GMT -6
Chace noticed Sam's reaction to his interest in her, so he toned it down. He would reverse the tables, and make her want him... He smirked as the idea formed in his head.
He did however feel rather sorry for the younger girl - she had been dragged away from her mother due to some stupid mistake. His smirk transformed, his lips pressing into a tight line.
Sam's tone with him caused his eyes to narrow slightly, though luckily this was hidden by his sunglasses. He ran his hand through his hair again, the tattoo on his powerful upper arm revealed as the strap of his bag slipped down to his elbow.
"So, how do we go about finding a home?" he asked, his voice still low, though this was his natural way of speaking. He peered through the trees, but could see no houses... though maybe he just wasn't looking hard enough.
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Post by Jamila Mansur on Jan 18, 2009 9:22:29 GMT -6
"I have a mom... I just don't know where she is. She... disappeared. I don't think she's... she's..." But Jamila couldn't continue her sentence. Suddenly the realisation hit her. Now she knew why her mother had disappeared. Jamila was never going to see her again.
Jamila wasn't aware how, but suddenly she was on her knees, her hands in front of her as the agony sunk in. "My mother's... dead?" She asked in a small, questioning voice.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 18, 2009 9:25:31 GMT -6
Chace turned to the younger girl, and dropped his bags, kneeling beside her, his plan really beginning now.
"Hey, don't cry!" he said softly, wiping away a tear that fell and letting his hand reamin there, softly stroking her cheek.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 18, 2009 9:29:11 GMT -6
Yes, a home in the village. It's about a ten minute walk from here. Sam said. Her gaze turned to Jamila quickly when the girl fell to her knees in the sand. Her gaze softened a bit as she knelt beside the girl. She stroked the girls hair softly. Hey, it will be ok. She whispered. Sam swallowed and looked around. Where were all the staff members at?
They were suppose to be here by now to ask questions for the new orphans' files. She frowned again and looked down at the girl. Um, do you need to talk to someone? Sam asked. She really wasn't good around people who were crying. Her motherly emotions and instincts had been left in the dark for so long that they were a little rusty.
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Post by Jamila Mansur on Jan 18, 2009 9:32:33 GMT -6
Jamila looked up uncertainly at the guy kneeling besides her. When he wiped away her tears, the touch was electric. She had been under the impression that he liked Sam... but she didn't know. Perhaps she was being paranoid still. Perhaps he did like Sam, and the only reason that he was comforting her now was because he pitied her, since she looked like an overgrown sixteen year old cry baby.
But hey, who could blame her? She'd just found out that her mother had... died. Jamila couldn't bring herself to stop crying, but at least she had more control over things now. Her mother was her only friend in life; and now she was gone too.
And now Sam had also knelt down besides her; she must really look bad. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, recollecting herself and standing up. "I just... never expected it to be like that, you know? I'd always thought of my mother being... with me. She always has been. I think I'll... be okay."
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 18, 2009 9:35:57 GMT -6
"Don't apologize." he said, voice still soft as he dropped his hand to his side and raised himself to his feet. He had seen her face at his touch, and knew that this was going to be easier than he thought.
"But she is with you," he said, taking her hand and placing it softly softly on her chest, "in here." He removed his hand almost instantly, and smiled slightly to reassure her.
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Post by Jamila Mansur on Jan 18, 2009 9:42:18 GMT -6
Jamila's heart beat unevenly as she saw how this guy was acting towards her. It was as though he had completely transformed from the guy she thought she saw a few minutes ago. Who knew he had a soft side in him?
Jamila's eyed widened slightly when the guy placed her hand on her chest; her dress was still see-through. However, he must have realised his mistake as he instantly dropped his hand. Jamila let out a small chuckle, probably seeming like an idiot.
"I've dealt with death before... and I've felt terrible about it. I used to be so horrible to my little brother, but then he died, too."
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