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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 7:01 pm
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 7:38 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 3:43 am
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:31 am
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Being as seclusive as she was, Winnie still didn't recognize her fellow teens close-up. There was a girl and boy lifting two other girls and one boy into the vehicle. The girl was rather... exuberant, going so far as to drop the unconcious girls for a hug. Thankfully, she rethought things, and instead lifted the girls back up. "No, no, of course not." As usual, Winnie's voice wasn't much more than a whisper. The only time you could hear her speak normally was when she was alone with her family. The boy, who had been loading a sleeping male with crazy hair into the car, was just standing quietly behind the dark-haired girl. "Here, let me hold one of them..." Winnie reached out to grab Alexia Jay. [Wouldn't be hilarious if Winnie just grabbed the body and ran? The mntal image just popped into my head while typing...]
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:13 am
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 12:14 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 4:14 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 7:04 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 1:51 pm
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When Victor spoke, it was just loud enough for Winnie to hear, and it sounded... Familiar. Not the kind of familiar where you knew the speaker well, but hadn't heard them in a while, btu the kind where you didn't know them, but had jsut heard them. But where? Where had she heard this clearly-drugged boy before? It was on the tip of her tongue... Winnie was so busy trying to figure out why this boy's voice was so familiar that she nearly missed Casey's words. "If you want to come along, you'll have to sit on someone's lap. I call shotgun." As such, she hastily replied with the usual response of most teenagers: "Oh, uh, yeah, sure." And now she was roped into ditching school with two totally random strangers toting around three equally unknown unconcious teens. Brilliant. Oh, course, it never crossed her mind to sy something along the lines of, 'Oh, you know what, I'll just leave you to your totally ******** random kidnapping. Laters.' Winnie climbed into the backseat of the car, careful not to jostle the sleeping occupants. As she did so, she glanced down at the face of the wacky-haired boy. Victor, the boy had said. 'I wonder why he's always been afraid of girls...' "So, where exactly are we going?" Winnie asked. As an afterthought she tacked on an additional query, "And why exactly are all these people asleep?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 4:19 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 4:49 pm
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"The reason they are sleeping are because of the effects of Zydrate. The type they took mainly acts as a sleeping pill, although I think Victor had a different one." The boy replied. Now that Winnie took a moment to stop and think about it, she realized he looked different from everyone else in the car, including herself. He had regular hair, not overly-styled or dyed. His clothing choice could be described as either normal or boring, and he actually seemed like a good guy [by the world's standards]. Everyone else was more like her. The girl who was awake had on clothes that could work for either a tomboyish girl or a feminine boy, and a hairdo that could be called unisex. Not normal for this small town, where if you were a girl, you flaunted it. One of the sleeping girls had no problem with that, although it still wasn't "acceptable." Her hair was pink, and extremely bouncy with curls. Next girl over, the one that Winnie had helped hold, had black hair, in the sort of style with long bangs. Scene, it might have been called, but whatever. As previously said, the boy was asleep, Victor, had big hair, styled to stand up on end, and dyed pink. Different, very different. Also, it was clear that the two boys knew each other..."I know what Z is, and what it does. Pretty much everyone does. What I meant was, why did they suddenly decide to take it in the middle of the school day?" Winnie most certainly never this nosy, not even when Arianna had come home from her first date and wouldn't tell if the boy she had gone with had kissed her goodnight or not.
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