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Post by EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE. on Jan 28, 2011 23:37:35 GMT -8
 best thing about getting detention on a weekend.
nothing. absolutely nothing at all was amusing about it. sure, maybe she did a few bad things that landed her in there to begin with. well okay. more than a few. she broke dress code the entire week. showed up half way through every single one of her classes because she 'slept' in. didn't turn in an essay and three to fourteen other missing assignments for every single one of her classes. not to mention that she threw half of a classroom straight out the window onto the lawn of the school. not that it mattered much now. originally, she thought that she would have been just sleeping in the detention room full of misfits and a boring teacher who talked himself asleep.
she even showed up with a pillow and in her hello kitty pajamas. well. it was just a bit more obscure than she would have liked. instead, she ended up having to clean the entire campus. ever after she went home, she had to scrub her hands about thirty times. compulsively. disgusting how she had to go pick up after people who didn't have enough sense to throw things away themselves. of course, she was one of those people too.
in the midst of her minor hello kitty obsession that morning, it reminded her to call sawyer. they hadn't talked in a while. emiko wasn't really sure if they were 'friends', but they weren't enemies at least. after all, they had their moments. or at least. she thought they did. she had few friends that were female anyway. and even then, that was questionable. emiko yawned slightly, rubbing the back of her head; pushing her curled brown locks upward slightly more. she had clipped it up and snapped it there with a bright, pink bow. her bangs fell to the side of her face in layers as always.
she adjusted the black cardigan around her shoulders and her pale white shirt hanging over her skinny jeans. emiko adjusted her black, strappy heels. she had such a habit of dressing up way too much to go to certain places. and to the river no less. she adjusted the bag hanging over her shoulder, the contents of which were unspeakable.
at the moment anyway.
the sixteen year old peeked at her phone, typing a quick text with her manicured nails.
A NEW TXT MESSAGE FROM:
emiiiii urfavoriteslut
heyyyy. where are you?
i just got out of detention, lol.
totally ready for a pokemon battle. :I
[/blockquote][/blockquote] tagg! sawyer/harvey. lol. c:
notes! nada much.
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Post by SAWYER MARINA CHANNING on Jan 30, 2011 18:50:12 GMT -8
 No one messed with Sawyer's date with the soccer ball and her pair of beat up cleats. Practicing for her was a holy as going to church on Sunday morning. To Sawyer soccer and lacrosse were her faith, sports were her religion. She wasn't saying that she believed in a soccer ball as her god, hell no. Sawyer had respect for the big man upstairs, she prayed to him every once in a good while. But she didn't belong in a church with all of thos hard faith Christians. She hadn't even ever opened up the pages of a bible. Sports were one of the main things that took control of her life, with a busy schedule consisting of soccer and lacrosse. Her friends stayed the top priority but her schedule had to form around group bonding, practices, and games. It was completely hectic but Sawyer knew that the rush was something that she lived for. Soccer and lacrosse were her loves, they would never let her down or leave her broken. Her practicing took place at the perfectly manicured field of the school, where she completely felt at ease even though meandering students usually wandered by with lack of anything better to do. Sawyer didn't give a damn if people laid eyes on her or not, most of the time they did though. For some reason it was fascinating to watch her feet move swiftly as she kicked the ball around or bounced it off her chest. It was basic practice for Sawyer, something that she did without any single thought. Going through each drill or kicking the ball down the field and back was completely natural for her. Sawyer lost herself in the drills and usually found herself at the field for hours at a time. It was never intended to be that way, it was just the way things played out. Her soccer bag was currently the home of her phone, she brought her cellular device along for emergency reason. Sawyer didn't allow any distractions when she was bonding with her soccer ball. When she was practicing nothing else existed. Her phone could have buzzed a million and one times and she wouldn't even bother to go over and check it a single time. Sawyer's father had quickly learned that when she left the house with her cleats slung over her shoulder there would be no point in trying to disturb her. All of her friends constantly ended up annoyed, she would ignore each and every person until she was heaving for breath. Soccer came first when it was time to meet the field and practice. People had to understand that. The whole morning passed by in a rush and Sawyer didn't even realize. She went hard, charging up and down the field even when she felt like her legs were going to give up right underneath her. For some reason her energy surged through her and gave her the ability to keep going. Such a rush was rare and it may have not been the best idea but Sawyer would push herself until all of her life was drained. When she crawled over towards the edge of the field, now marred by the spikes of her cleats, her face was dripping with sweat and her hair plastered to her face. A shaky hand reached out and loosely grabbed her phone to check if anyone had made an attempt to contact her. Emiko was the only one that left her any message, a text actually. It had been a decent gap of time since she had heard from the girl. Wearily she thumbed out a response. to: emememi!
from: saw(;
yo, betch!
i am game.
come find me at the fields.
i am a little nasty. C:
OUTFIT!
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Post by EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE. on Jan 31, 2011 12:20:25 GMT -8
Emiko had never really been into sports. She never was really quite font of the idea of having to work her butt off for no reason other than to stay in shape. What was the point in that? Her exercise was sex and shopping. It seemed to work for her after all. She had given sports a try before however, and failed at every single one of them. Such a shame. There was probably some condition for it? Being athletically challenged? Sure, why not. There was a condition for everything these days.
The girl only huffed in annoyance. There was no one to bother and the hours were getting dreadfully long. Her phone vibrated in her purse, the certain clinking of metal against metal registering. Emiko reached in, pulling it out and looking at the screen that had flashed white. She grinned, typing out her response.
A NEW TXT MESSAGE FROM:
emiiiii urfavoriteslut
lol, alright.
ew. gross. nasty? :I practicing again?
darling, carry a towel with you.
maybe some febreeze if it's handy. [;
Emiko slid the phone back into her pocket, heading off towards the soccer fields of the school. That was probably where Sawyer was, or at least. That was what she supposed. For all she knew, her 'friend' in ways was into soccer and lacrosse. What the fuck was lacrosse. It sounded like some French ass dessert and what was surprising was that it wasn't. It's like, what the fuck? Seriously.
She showed up to one game, expecting pastries only to be met with sweaty guys running around with sticks. Not that she was all too against that. Since most of the guys ended up taking off their shirts after the game. Oh wait, what was she doing again? Right, right. Emiko walked over towards the fields, raising an eyebrow in question as she observed the girl laying down on the ground next to her phone. She snorted, taking a seat on one of the benches and crossing her legs.
"And you wonder why I think sports are gross." She retorted, sifting through her bag before producing a bottle of water and a small towel and holding it out to the other girl. "Clean yourself up, dear. You look like you got mauled by a bear." Emiko only grinned.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] tagg! sawyer/harvey. lol. c:
notes! nada much.
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