Post by Jacob on Aug 3, 2007 21:58:28 GMT -5
Character's Name;Kash Austen Riley
Age;18
Country;U.S.
House;Ward
PB;I'll get back to you.
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Arizona. Home. Being born in Pheonix, he naturally felt the connection between him and this desert they call a state. But having a school in themiddle of nowhere. I mean come on. The school was in Pantano. Who had ever heard of that? It was somewhere outside of Tuscon, so I guess someone lived there. Well he hadn't been in Arizona in a while, so stepping out of the taxi that brought him to the school from the airport, he was smacked in the face by the dry heat. The heat was just peachy.
"How fun is this going to be?"
Of course he was being sarcastic. Being in high school, it was like the language that was taught in every class. Sarcasm 101. Well he had seen a girl with curly blonde hair get out of the taxi that had driven off before him. She was pretty. He watched her walk away from the street for a second and smirked with a small nod. This would be fun. He asked the driver how much. $42.76 He threw a fifty at the driver seat and opened the door. Ugh, the heat was insane. He had moved from Pheonix when he was like nine or something, and he hadn't come back. He and his mom moved to Florida. Ft. Lauderdale to be exact. He had amazing spring breaks since he was old enough to say 'Hmm. No school, I'm thinking beach.' His mom remarried some square, had a kid and now he was back in Arizona. Hmm.
Brandon Andrew Davis. Stepping out of the cab, he felt like he was on a movie or a t.v. show. The kind where you start with his feet sporting a pair of black and white Etnies with black laces and the camera moved up to his orange-and-brown plaid shorts past his knees by about three inches, then continuing up to his brown Volcom polo and then to his face that should have held a bright thousand-watt smile. Not quite, his face had more or a scowl. Or rather a pout. This was the school. It was nice and all. If you were an eighteen-year-old girl. The foliage was fake; there was no way it could be that green without being a cactus.
He walked to the front as the cab pulled out behind him and walked a bit to the area with the line of students getting those disgusting nametags. He definatly wasn't going to put him name, rather a funny remark that everyone would read. He was standing behind a huge, fottball-like guy that had on a New York Giants jersey. Compared to this guy, Brandon was taller, yes, but a whole lot skinnier. Brandon didn't see the point in being built, but he, Brandon, was toned. He did have the whole six-pack thing and the biceps but he wasn't huge. He saw the blonde girl with the cute buttsit down by the the water fountain. He squinted and tried to look at her nametag from a distance. He couldn't see it well. Whatever.
He finally got to the beginning of the line where he needed to make his own nametag. He grabbed the black Sharpie and quickly scratched 'Stop staring at me.' in the middle of the white square with red border. Hah. Not too creative, but he wasn't in a very creative mood. He walked to the tables near the water fountain and sat on one of the benches facing away from the table. He rested his elbows on the table and crossed his legs at his ankles. Being it on.[/size]
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