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Post by HART KENNEDY on Jul 18, 2009 18:04:31 GMT -5
Early-morning sea breeze tugged at his glossy brunette hair, the glare of the newly risen sun on the sea making Hart have to shield his eyes. Breathing in deeply, and then sighing blissfully, Hart continued his stroll along the beach, smiling and waving politely to dog walkers and surfers eager to catch the first waves. He even caught one of the surfers winking at him, and giving him a thumbs up – but the chances the surfer thought Hart was a girl from that distance were pretty high. Hart had even stripped down to just his boxers before someone noticed that – yes, this kid had a dick. Laughing to himself, Hart strolled over to the rocky outcrop at one end of the bay, settling himself down there to bask in the sun’s rays.
Perched like some neon-clothed, brown eyed fey, Hart was left undisturbed for a long time. His peace was shattered when a local yob with his bull mastiff walked past.
“Oi, twink, stop ruining the view will ya?!” he shouted, his pathetic excuse for an attempt at ruining Hart’s morning made him laugh.
“Well stop letting your fucking dog shit on the beach then, tosser,” Hart muttered under his breath, looking down and picking at his nails. Hart hated people like this guy – they scared the living shit out of him.
“What was that, ye fuckin homo?” the man leered, sauntering up to Hart like he had something stuck up his ass. Hart glared venomously at him. Even though he had gorgeous big doe eyes, Hart could look incredibly fearsome when he wanted to.
“I said, maybe you should desist in allowing your dog excrete all over this stunning vista,” Hart drawled snidely, using his prowess over the English vocabulary to completely dumbfound the man.
“Fuckin fairy boy, stop gaying up our beach yeah?” the man grunted like a Neanderthal, spitting at the sand by his feet and coming closer still in a menacing manner.
“Stop getting up in my face then, wanker!” Hart screamed, becoming frightened. He scrabbled to his feet and was about to step back, further across the rocks, but he slipped up on a wet patch and came crashing down onto the sand. By this time they had attracted a lot of attention, and the surfers out on the waves seemed more interested in the confrontation than the meagre waves that had started to pick up. Hart spat out sand and brushed his hair out of his face, looking up to be greeted with the snarling muzzle of the bull mastiff. Screeching in fright, Hart tried to get up and run but the bald yob tripped him up.
“P-please just- just leave me alone!” Hart whimpered, struggling feebly as the man yanked him up by the arm.
“Why should I?” he sneered, squeezing tightly. Yelping like a wounded animal, Hart felt tears pricking in his eyes. He was scared half to death – this was it. He was done for. They’d come to finish him off. Kicking out with his feet, Hart made contact with the man’s shin and he roared in anger.
“Who do you think you are, cock sucking whore?!” the man shouted, punching Hart in the face. Crying out, Hart clutched at his cheek and fought back sobs. What had he done to deserve this?
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Post by JASEY RAE on Jul 19, 2009 4:00:37 GMT -5
(it says home is where your heart is, but what a shame)  ('cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same; it's beating out of time) ------------------------------------------------------- [/color][/center]
The morning after was never fun for any teenager, but for Jasey, it wasn't because of a hangover pounding away at her skull. For her, it meant she had another five days to go before she could get out again, and another five days of sitting by herself. It was why she liked going to the beach early in the morning - there were always people there, and if she really wanted to believe, she could kid herself some of the younger surfers were her friends.
Not that she'd really want them to be, but it was them, or some of the other weirdos you got early in the morning, and who the fuck wanted to be friends with them?
Still, it had been fairly quiet, until five minutes ago. She didn't know who the hell they were (of course she didn't, she'd only been here a few weeks), but she knew for a fact that the idiot with the mastiff was a right cunt - she'd seen him around a few times, and it was an apparently unprovoked attack on... on whoever the fuck that girly-boy was. It didn't matter - what mattered was that is was wrong, and Jasey didn't feel like watching it.
With the heels she'd been wearing the night before dangling from her hand, she marched over to where the guy with the dog was punching the other boy. Yeah, it was definitely a boy, she could see from here.
"Oi, mate," She yelled, wincing slightly at her accent - Scottish mixed in with wherever else she'd been living for the last few years, namely, all over the fucking country.
"Leave off, what the fuck did he ever do to you?"
"It's none of your fucking business, you skank," The man snapped at her, and Jasey scowled. God, she hated cunts like this guy.
"Well, I've just made it my fucking business, and if you don't leave him the fuck alone, I'm shoving this up your ass," She snapped, holding up the high heel. Stilettos were a pain in the ass, yes, but also an extremely handy weapon.
"You wouldn't,"
"Fucking try me,"
The two of them stared at each other for a few minutes, before the idiot with the dog noticed two policemen coming close to them - either someone had reported the fight, or they were just making sure no-one was causing trouble. Muttering darkly under his breath, the guy with the dog slunk off, and Jasey watched him go with narrowed eyes.
Cunt.
"You okay?" She asked, turning back to the kid who'd been getting punched. She didn't know him, true, but that didn't mean she couldn't be nice to him.
[/size] ------------------------------------------------------- [/color][/center] (notes) Hart's a wuss?
(status) what does it look like? it's done, durrr.
(tagged) Hart
(outfit) check the fucking picture, yeah?
(music) Jesus of Suburbia ;; Green Day
(credit) RHYS of caution2.0 |
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Post by HART KENNEDY on Jul 20, 2009 10:35:38 GMT -5
Struggling against the man, Hart remembered back to his time in his old school – before he came to Boswyth. It had been awful, to say the least. He was always getting beaten up for practically no reason. Just because he was gay... The man shook his arm and Hart realised he’d been talking to him, but his mind had been elsewhere.
“Listen to me you stupid cunt! Say you’re sorry, and get out of my sight!” he growled venomously. Hart whimpered, shying away from the man’s raised fist.
“Wh-why should I?” Hart muttered defiantly, earning another hit. He knew that the only way he was going to get out of this was to just do what the man said – but he didn’t want to please this man by letting him have what they wanted! He wasn’t a coward. Well, he was. But that’s beside the point! Struggling more, Hart was surprised to see a girl with flame orange hair marching towards them, brandishing her high heeled shoes like weapons.
Hart stayed silent, in awe that this small girl was defending him. The man dropped him, throwing him down onto the ground as soon as he saw the local police officers approach (but the threat of stilettos up his ass was probably quite effective too). Getting to his feet and brushing himself off, Hart smiled and waved at the police, letting them know that he was okay. They moved off. Turning to the girl, Hart blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Eh...thanks for that,” Hart said shyly, grinning and holding out a hand for her to shake, “I’m Hart Kennedy. I moved here a couple of months ago. Again, thanks for helping me out. Can you believe the nerve of some people?” He became chatty, relaxing into himself. It wasn’t often he met new people under such circumstances and he was normally a bit less nervy, but his heart was still pounding faster than usual and his stomach churned with adrenaline.
Glancing down at his feet, then back up at the girl, he blushed again.
“Well this is awkward...I guess I owe you something in return now, huh?” he laughed. Shuffling his feet, Hart looked out at the sea to where the surfers had started to try standing on their boards, the waves had picked up enough for them to ride them now.
“Oh! By the way, your hair is awesome...Gosh how rude of me! I forgot to ask your name ...” Hart grinned sheepishly, kneading his hands together.
“So, what’s your name?”
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Post by JASEY RAE on Jul 20, 2009 12:36:05 GMT -5
The boy was talking now, and Jasey smiled as he stuck out his hand; taking it, she gave it a quick shake, grinning as she listened to him. She didn't know him, but he seemed nice enough - and he liked her hair, wasn't that a good thing? Why he'd suddenly announce it was beyond her, but she was going to humor him; she'd just rescued him after all, and it would be nice to make a friend here, considering she hadn't made any yet. Even if that friend was a little eccentric, it was still a friend, and it was good enough for her.
"My name's Jasey; Jasey Rae. I've been here about two and a half weeks or so, so I really don't know many people. But him with the dog, you get a lot of people like him in Scotland. That's where I'm from - Leith in Scotland, meaning the arsehole of nowhere. Hopefully not everyone is like that here, right?" She added, smiling again.
"Why're you out here so early anyway? Wouldn't you rather be having a lie in? And before you ask me why I'm out, I like staying out late, sue me. I've spent all night singing in clubs, and I was going up to the café up there for a coffee," She hastily explained, pointing to the café that was built near the beach.
"If you really want to repay me, you'll buy me the coffee - I'd kill for one right now. You wanna come up or what?"
[/size] ------------------------------------------------------- [/color][/center] (notes) Hart's a wuss?
(status) what does it look like? it's done, durrr.
(tagged) Hart
(outfit) check the fucking picture, yeah?
(music) Jesus of Suburbia ;; Green Day
(credit) RHYS of caution2.0 |
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