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Post by booster on Jul 14, 2009 21:39:57 GMT -5
Buffy Summers parked her new chevy silverado outside. Shutting it off. She removed her seatbelt and grabbed her purse. She got out. Locking the truck she entered the Hall. She walked to the bar. She wasn't having a happy life right now. She looked to the bartender and ordered a glass of Jack Daniels. She needed to drown her past. Knowing thanks to her medication she shouldn't drink but she needed to. He life was a complete mess. She could keep up with her thoroughbred. She couldn't get her other horse to jump. She was worried about alot of things. She needed alot of help. After getting her drink she sat down on a bar stool. She started to drink the Jack Daniels a little slow. She wasn't wanting to do anything. Here's to my upseting life style she muttered mostly to herself. |
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 11:24:14 GMT -5
Ian Gerard A blonde-spikey haired man got out of his navy coloured convertible, a firm smile on his face. He was wearing a plain pale blue polo shirt and a pair of nice jeans. This time, he had remembered to take his reading glasses off before he went. His shoes were just normal blue shoes; Ian didn't like to accessorize very much. His hair was in a neat fohawk, but not a very long one, considering his hair wasn't very long. He boldly stepped into the dance hall, then looked at the bar and settled down. There was one girl that seemed to be upset about something, so he moved to the seat next to her.
"Hey, I'm Ian Gerard. Are you alright?" The polite man smiled and put his hands on his lap. His smile showed his perfectly white teeth. I guess those white strips worked, Ian thought to himself.
He had started being 'Mr nice guy', after his parents died in a car crash. I suppose some of it is to cover up his sadness, but he doesn't show that.
Waiting for a response, Ian looked at Buffy.
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 11:31:39 GMT -5
Buffy looked to him. I'm Buffy Summers. I'm fine just having a horrible day she said. Drinking more from her glass she sighed. She smiled slightly. She reached to her ponytail and took the elastic out. She let her hair fall to rest down her back. She sighed again. She was having a horrible day. She knew she left her medication at home on purpose. But, knew now she had to give her life a big chance to heal it's only way. |
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 11:45:35 GMT -5
Another day, another drink. He'd walk in wearing a gray T-shirt and pair of ripped up jeans, both covered in dirt. He looked down at himself and laughed as he walked up to the bar. He took a seat on the bar stool and ordered a shot of whiskey. The bartender gave him a look of disbeleif. He laughed, "Eh... No worries. Won't drink it all this time." He'd take a drink before he heard some familiar voices further down the bar. It sounded like Buffy and that one guy Ian. He thought about going over to see what was up but he really wasn't planning on staying long. Just getting a drink then heading out. |
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 13:27:57 GMT -5
Buffy sighed and looked away. Tears were starting up. The pain inside her was bothering her. She quickly finished her drink and put money next to the empty glass. She got up and moved away from the bar. Putting an arm around her waist she couldn't stay standing. She fell to her knees. Now both her arms were wrapping around her waist. She couldn't do it anymore. She hated the pain inside of herself.
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 14:24:20 GMT -5
He heard Buffy sigh. He was curious about what was going on. When he heard her walk away, he turned, eyes closed, and smiled. "What's-" he opened his eyes to see she was on the floor. Quickly he leaped off the bar stool and got on the floor infront of her. Both hands gripped each of her shoulders and he shook her a bit. "What's wrong Buffy!?" His eyes were a bit wide with fear. But he managed to calm down enough to ask another question, "Where's your medicine?" |
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 14:26:50 GMT -5
Buffy groaned slightly. Looking to him with tears streaming down her face. I left my medicine at home bedside my bed. I didn't think I would get this much pain today she said. She felt his hands on her shoulder. She suddenly could help it but moved and rested her forehead on his shoulder.
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 16:31:59 GMT -5
Ian gasped. What was happening to Buffy? "We have to get you home," said the 20-year-old. He ran a finger through his short fohawk and looked at Buffy. After being asked if he wanted anything to drink by the bartender, Ian gave him a look. "Can't you see that someone is on the floor?" Really. "People these days," Ian muttered to himself and he looked at Buffy, and then the other man. He hadn't caught the man's name yet.
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 16:47:52 GMT -5
"Why did you do-" She rested her forehead on his shoulder. "Damnit Buffy..." he mumbled to himself though she could probably hear. He looked up to Ian. She needed to get home. Unfortunately he didn't drive. "Hey Ian." he called his voice calmer now, "Can you get her home?" he questioned. He heard the bartender and wanted to go kick his ass. Couldn't he see that something was wrong. He'd lift up Buffy to where he could see her face, "Buffy? We need to get you out of here." He looked up to Ian still waiting for a response. Why was it something always happened when he showed up? |
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 17:07:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure."I must have zoned out, he thought. Ian ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He knelt down and propped Buffy up. Looking at the other man, he asked "Do you think you can help me get her to the car?" The man looked out the window and at his blue convertible. He didn't know which place Buffy's was, but he supposed her could get her to give directions.
OOC: Gah, sorry for short post. xD
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 17:16:52 GMT -5
Buffy looked to Chad and then Ian. I don't want to go home. I'll be fine If I just relax. But, I was in pain after the workout I did with my gelding this morning she said. She looked to her watch and noticed the time. She had left her horses too long in her trailer in the hiding place.
((running out of muse))
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 17:23:54 GMT -5
He looked to Ian and nodded, "Yeah lets go." he started to pick her up till he heard her protest. He felt like he was talking to a little child. "Buffy you need your medicine. Please let us take you home." he pleaded. He would've just picked her up and take her out to Ian's car but he had no idea where she lived. And if she didn't want to go she probably would not give any directions. |
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 17:29:12 GMT -5
Buffy groaned. No, I don't need my medicine. Would people just stop treating me like I'm a six year old? I don't want to go home she said. She was getting a little pissed off. She had come to the Hall to kill her pain. She wasn't going home until she drank all of her pain away. She would keep fighting them both until they gave up.
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 17:46:51 GMT -5
Ian sighed. "Come on, Buffy. You need your meds." He hardly knew the girl, but he knew that she needed her medicine.
Turning his head to the bartender, he rolled his eyes. Some people just never care about anything. "We're not treating you like a six-year-old, either..." the young blonde said, particularly quietly.
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 17:53:51 GMT -5
Buffy was getting even more mad. Oh, please. Just stop trying to take me home. I don't need to go home she said. She wasn't liking the fact that she kept getting told that she needed her medication. She suddenly felt the pain go away. But, just to act in pain still she kept her arms around her waist.
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