October 28 - Warm Up

Oct 28, 2007 13:17

It's scary how close to November we are. Seems like ages ago that we started these exercises. Time flies, eh?

Time for the penultimate round of the Protagonist Game :)

Dear Diary... )

2007: warm-ups

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Re: oops lizzy_chan October 29 2007, 12:31:25 UTC


Bruhing a stray strand of her chocolate brown hair behind her earLeora pulled hard againist the zipper of the her solitary suitcase that fought her dreams
'come on!' she begged
'ome on...' she whispered, softer this time.
Finaly came that beautiful sound of a clasped zipper.
'haha!" she stood up straight atlast, hands resting on hips, saphire eyes narrowing at the case that held all her belongs. It still amazed her that she had fit everything important to her college life into it.
There was a creek outside her dorm room door and she rupped her sweaty palms againist the soft material of her comfy,grey, over sized sweater and let them slide down to her dark blue jeans.

Nobody would suspect a thing, no one would imagine that in her back pocket was a ticket to Isrel, where she would abandon her familys' wishes for her to persue a business degree but instead she would seek education in 'digging up remains' as he father had put it.

"Thank God for dreams i say' she muttered under her breath as she listened for sounds of awake humans outside of her doors. So what if she wanted to dig up bones for a living explore pyrimids, solve real life..or rather, real dead mysteries, it should be her choice.
She could feel the smooth patper againist her backside even through her jeans and though, it was GOING to be...tonight...it was going to be!

Biting her lip she slowly approched her door and lingered only for a mili-second to remember the dorm room that had been her prision for almost three years.
Swiftly she opened her door and stepped into the hallway. Her footsteps were erie in the silence. The silence was so deffening that she felt her whole body convolce as it was broken by a familliar voice, a voice from the doorway of the room next to hers 'Going some where?'
Swiftly she turned

'No...i...i...listen Tara..'

"No you LISTEN Leora! Girls like you make me sick, i'm struggling on a partical scholarship, you're here for FREE on daddys' money and you still want to abandon-" she stopped and took a deep breath and only then did Leora notice the cordless phone she gripped so tight in her right hand that her nuckles went white. 'I'm alerting the Dean"

Leora could feel her chest tighten, this private college had been a white collar hell for three years, her head hurt at the thought of it continuing.
i have to make it stop...she thought, i must make it stop

'i...i...' the word left her mouth without permission
and as Tara turned now back to face her and began a sentance ment to deliver the message 'You WHA-" Leora felt her fist connect with the woman from apartment 3Bs jaw and watched as she fell backward and the cordless went flying.
With a soft gasp she covered her mouth and looked at the body flaid on the floor and as if on instict she ignored the
'Hello...is someone there, hello?" of the phone and went quickly to Taras pockets.

'Come on...keys...keys...got 'em!' and with a swish she turned, grapped her suit case handle and dashed from the scene before witnesses gathered, zooming down the steps with her only thought being 'Why didn't i use a bck pack? WHY?!'

When she reached the parking lot it felt too easy, finding Taras' car...it felt too easy, getting in and locking herself in...it felt too..

'Oh sh!T' she pounded the stirring wheel remembering her bad or rather lack of driving skills.

It was no longer easy.

'Come on...i've seen this is movies...come on...' she despirately tried to convince herself. When the engine roared her heart sared and when the car moved her heart screamed, with adrenilin more than fear.

It was two hours before she made it to the airport, one before she started boarding and fifteen minutes before she found her seat. Finally figuring out her row she smirked and started walkng only to feel a hand on her sholder.

Her mouth formed a prompt O as she turned, only to relax as she set eyes on the flight attendant

'i'm sorry ma'am but we're just about to take off...what's your seat number maybe i can help you find it quickly?"

Leora grinned and answerd 'Today? I'LL be the bad bi!ch in 3b."

The flight attendant looked confused.

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