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Post by Tory Bournell on Mar 6, 2016 11:29:08 GMT -5
Riker's Island, NYC, New York Morning, One day before 'Decisions, Decisions'
Tory didn't know how she got away with it, sneaking away without being noticed by the teacher from school. Her heart beat out of her chest. Always the little angel, before Riker's she was never accustomed to ditching class, but this was different.
Today, the Riker's school was going on a field trip outside the walls to practice on Walkers. The whole idea made the blonde teen sick. It seemed overly risky, and she couldn't leave without her group...Do these people know what's out there? Who's out there?
She hadn't told anyone about the trip, they all seemed so busy. Instead she hatched a plan to miss it altogether. When morning roll call was finished and the students were being loaded onto the bus, she bent down to tie her shoe...and rolled under the vehicle to the other side. Being rather short, she could walk close to the sides of the bus without being seen. Once passed the back and out of sight, it was just a matter of walking to where she wanted to go without looking suspicious.
Her destination was the beach of course, the only place that seemed empty enough to stay in peace. There was the occasional fisher but they took no notice, or rather didn't say anything to the shorts clad girl sitting in the sand and soaking up the sun's rays. She probably wouldn't tan much, but at least I don't burn.
Tory had been to the spot probably a hundred times since her group's arrival less than a week ago. It was the only spot with decent view to her. It was also the only spot she could count on being left alone. It reminded her almost, of the lakes back home.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Mar 6, 2016 12:37:51 GMT -5
Some plans were planned out and complicated while others.. Well others were like Omar's. Laying in his bed that morning pretending to be sick rather successfully while his sister had tried to miss out on her school claiming she needed to watch over her big brother.
After giving her a hug the teen got of bed and was out the door dressed without anyone seeming to notice. As usual the island was filled with people that could talk to you but most were busy with work. Much like I'm the real world people had their own lives to care about rather then some teenager who was sneaking off to one of the beaches.
Stripping off the shirt as the water got closer. Letting his feet feel the water before slowly get into the water until his hair was wet. Swimming around having a bit of fun before his dark eyes noticed a girl on the beach. Giving a small wave and cheesy smile remembering it was the girl he had waved back at intake and reception. "HOLA SEÑORITA" He yelled from the water swimming back toward the sand
Finally stepping out of the water after shaking is kind of messy hair like his spirit animal would: the Labrador. Placing hands on his hips before pointing at the blondie. "Someone is a school skipper?" Tilting his head to the side before checking to make sure no one heard him. Grinning toward the girl not actually meaning to rat out someone when they did the same as him.
Post by Tory Bournell on Mar 29, 2016 11:43:05 GMT -5
Tory giggled and offered a gentle wave to the gent climbing out of the water. She didn't know what to make of him not being on the trip. He had helped bring them all in...so was he exempt? He asked if she was skipping and she tensed, worried about getting in trouble.
"Maybe..."
Seeing him look around to make sure no one heard, Tory loosened and laid back. He was in the same boat. She thought back to her first day to try and remember his name. He had quite the reputation at school, not that she paid rumors any mind as the 'new girl'.
"It's Omar...right?"
Tory suddenly wished she had remembered a towel to lie on. She had a swimsuit underneath her clothes but nothing to dry off with if she did go swimming. She smiled to Omar. Maybe, he could be a new friend. That is, if he refrained from mentions of cat food. Tory still hadn't eaten more than fruits and vegetables at Riker's.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Apr 1, 2016 14:06:51 GMT -5
His head tilted further. Despite the girls answer he had a big ass reason to assume she was skipping. For starters she was new and young.. Maybe? He wasn't exactly sure anymore about ages and people. For all he knew she could of been some poor twenty year old with a baby face. "I'm not going to go and rat you out if that's what your thinking" Giving the girl a wink.
Running his fingers through his wet black hair trying to push it back as if it were gel'd. Cracking a smile as the gal asked for his name. "Omar Clidesdal" He said it in a Spanish accent that didn't go very well with the name. Thanks dad for being a goddamn tourist to the island way back then. "Your name" he asked politely standing in the water.
Dark brown eyes looked down at the water, he moved his feet a little in the water as if testing it out. "Well it's wet and lonely.. " He said with an extended hand before examining what he had just said.
Shit, he didn't want to come off as a creep this soon in a conversation. Quickly he recovered by developing a blush and rubbing his arms. "Uh sorry if that sounded wrong.. Not the best with words" that was a small lie but the way to flirting was through half truths, definitely.
Post by Tory Bournell on Apr 1, 2016 17:19:58 GMT -5
Tory smiled awkwardly, why is he speaking with a different accent? She answered in a similar fashion. "Tory Bournell...eh" Minnesota was close enough to Canada, she reasoned. She still had the Sotan accent.
"Well it's wet and lonely..."
Tory frowned slightly, but not because he had said anything bad but because it was sad. She understood what he meant, perhaps even more than he knew.
"Uh sorry if that sounded wrong.. Not the best with words."
She noticed him turn red and quickly offered a warm smile, worried she made him nervous. She shouldn't have frowned. "No, it's ok...it's not wrong to be lonely." That's what Riker's felt like to her, a community of lonely people. "Mind if I join you?" She stood up and ditched her shoes, her socks, her shorts, and her shirt to reveal a pink bikini. It felt like years since she had taken it from that store in Albany, but she knew it had been merely a week or two ago.
The water was cold to the touch, but it wasn't any worse than the lakes by her old home. She wet her feet as she waded to about where Omar was, before giving a glance back over her shoulder. "We're not going to get in trouble, are we? I've never...skipped school before..."
Last Edit: Apr 1, 2016 17:21:16 GMT -5 by Tory Bournell
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Apr 3, 2016 15:53:13 GMT -5
"That's a pretty name" He said with a smile casually as if they had been friends for ages and not just met only a few days ago. The blush remained splashed on his now rosy cheeks as rubbed the back of his head as if he were nervous. "Sure if you want. Their is plenty of beach over their if you know.."
Moving his hands in the watering giving a spin a little bit. Acting wobbly as if he were about to fall over. "If you want this specific section of beach to yourself that's fine too." Omar smiled watching the girl undressed. He had turned around to at least be some form of polite to her. Not wanting the ol creepy vibes to come a spilling out on anyone.
The girl clearly hadn't done this before if she was asking about trouble. If only she knew his middle name was trouble! He smirked toward her, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "Yes we would get in trouble. A write up and more chore duties for a week or so.. No different then the real world" Omar mused at the memory of all those long days after school starring at the ceiling. Detention was the worst thing about school when the world wasn't shit. Now it was replaced with a new type of school and he would just have to get used to it.
"So.. People say your complaining about life here? Why?" He asked honestly curiosa. It was a lot better then out their were a girl like Tory could end up dead.. Or worse.
Post by Tory Bournell on Apr 3, 2016 19:06:42 GMT -5
Tory blushed when he called her name pretty; she hoped he couldn't tell as she fixed her hair. Omar seemed like a really nice guy. His question, however, caught her off guard and her bright smile faded. "Wait people are?...Who?," She hadn't said anything about the place to the other kids, except that she was grateful to be safe. As much as it was far from her favorite place, she had to be thankful for the safety, and she didn't want to give anyone the wrong impression. Image was the last thing one needed to worry about in the present day, but to a teenage girl, it was still important. Tory hadn't mentioned her real thoughts to anyone outside her adopted group.
She stared off into the horizon, knowing she hadn't actually answered his question yet. "I don't know." She offered unconfidently, looking back at him. He was still mostly a stranger she realized, and while she trusted him, she didn't want people spreading rumors. "Cuz It's not free, I guess."
Tory didn't tell Omar about not wanting to fight things in school, or how her dreams were filled with nightmares from inside the Empire State Building. She didn't mention how the rules here reminded her of a dictatorship, or how every sign that read 'New York' brought her back to that road outside Albany. She didn't tell him she was afraid. She hadn't told anyone, actually. To her the world was bad, but here they weren't living. They were raising an army. Riker's wasn't a home; It was a house.
"I should probably go back. Don't wanna get in trouble...ya know..." Tory didn't want to cry in front of him so she faked a smile. She didn't want to break down as wounds she thought were closed reopened. She just knew her parents didn't die for her to live like this. Michelle didn't either. She glanced at her clothes for just a second. "I'm sorry...I..." She tried to apologise, to make an excuse for the sudden change in mood brought upon by a simple question, but the wind blew a hard cold breeze and she got goosebumps. Holding her shoulders to stay warm, Tory silently turned around, not sure if she really wanted to leave or if she could be convinced to stay.
Last Edit: Apr 3, 2016 19:11:31 GMT -5 by Tory Bournell
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Apr 6, 2016 16:42:35 GMT -5
Omar sadly lived in a one track mind set most of the time. So if this girl was trying to have an emotional moment in front of him it had gone unnoticed. He wasn't a total blind guy toward feelings.. It's just she wasn't on his spectrum of worrying about it for the time being. His head tilted a little bit to the side her talk about leaving. Presumably she was not feeling well and it wasn't for Omar personally. "Okay. Hope you get better"
The teen was already turned away by the end of his statement. Whistling a little bit as he swam around in the water a little bit in some circles. Only looking over his shoulder pcassioajlky to make sure the girl was leaving as asked. It would be rude to play with oneself while another is swimming. Not the best way to start a friendship.. It sure was a Omar way of doing things..
(so your next post you end it? Sorry it's so sort I'm tired)
Post by Tory Bournell on Apr 6, 2016 22:48:47 GMT -5
Tory frowned slightly, but knew Omar couldn't see it with her back to his. "I'm fine." She hated lying, but his wish for her to get better struck her awkwardly. Does he think I'm sick?
The teen bent over to gather her clothes. Within a few minutes she had put them on over her bikini and after lacing her worn sneakers, she peeked over at Omar swimming in the lake. He looked like he was still having fun. She wished she could be like that, uncaring yet warm, but only for a moment and then the thought disappeared.
Her heart and her smile was how she identified herself. It was time to search for the latter. Tory stepped forward and climbed the bank on her way back to the guest house where she stayed. It was an off-week for the girl, and she needed desperately to clear her head.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5