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Post by Izzy Chen on Oct 13, 2009 5:07:30 GMT -5
[Character: Izzy Chen]
[Location: Santa Monica Pier]
Izzy had not had a problem readjusting. Sure she was a little freaked out, but Izzy's problem was with her advice Column. Her editor had been wanting her to print advice to people who asked something in regards to the shooting. For example, one kid wanted to know how to come back to school, another wanted advice on how to visit someone in the hospital and another kid wanted to know how to mourn properly for fallen friends....and it was only the first day back. Izzy had no idea what to say to anyone. For once she was at a loss of how to give advice.
So Izzy packed up her stuff after she printed out pages among pages of advice that had been building for almost a week. She did not print out everything, but but she felt like she had enough pages to print a small book. So Izzy took her things on the road. She decided to go to the one place that helped her think and she prayed that there were no thunderstorms. Her head was fully healed. No more bruise and it no longer hurt. Izzy could still not believe how the gang violence she heard about from her brother had made its way into the High school.
Izzy took a seat on a bench near by as she began to read what other people wrote in about. She did not particular want to discuss the shooting. Mainly because it was still very real for a ton of people. Izzy did not care to rehash anything for anyone, but her Editor was insistent with it. Izzy was a follow the rules kind of gal, with the exception of the prank Connor and her pulled, but still. This was something Izzy was not sure she could do. In fact Izzy felt so strongly that she threw the papers on the floor stood up and stomped on them, like a five year old having a tantrum. It was excellent for relieving stress until she realized she was being watched.
Izzy looked up in total embarrassment as some stood there watching her. She laughed a small laugh, "You should try it. Helped me feel better. No more stress." She said blushing red.
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Post by Thad Cotton on Oct 13, 2009 21:07:28 GMT -5
Thad shouldn't have been out of the house. He wasn't grounded anymore, exactly, but his mothers were so worried about the violent outside world ever since the shootings that they had been nearly unanimous in their attempt to smother the youngest Cotton in attention. He had escaped behind Fallon, who fortunately was allowed to leave because of her job, but rather than follow her all the way to the carnival he had stopped to look out at the ocean, and over to the lighthouse. Sidra was in trouble because of their excursion there, and he, too, had gained the notice of law enforcement. He supposed it was a good thing he had been let off with a warning, but still, being hauled home in the middle of the night by men in uniforms was not a good way to gain parental trust.
He had laboriously made his way down the pier, occasionally pausing to gaze covetously at the colorful balloons or the billowing clouds of cotton candy, when he spotted Isabella Chen. He hadn't seen her since sharing in the ghost adventure that fateful night, so he hopped over to her. She seemed absorbed in whatever she was doing; he supposed homework, because nobody could actually have such a huge stack of paper for pleasure. In any event, she didn't seem to notice him, so he watched, waiting for an opportunity to announce himself without interrupting her work -- a rare concern for him, but it was more difficult to be exuberant when burderned with crutches.
Eventually she apparently decided she'd had enough of whatever she was doing, and Thad tilted his head to one side, watching as Izzy Chen jumped about on her pile of papers. She looked quite mad; he wanted to giggle, but her expression was one of such fierce concentration that he was almost afraid she would attack him once she was finished with her papers. Briefly the thought flitted through his mind that she had been possessed by the ghost of the lady from the light house, but that was ridiculous; it had been a week since then, so if the ghost was going to possess Izzy surely she would have done so earlier.
"No more stress...." He mused once she explained her actions. There were so many things about his life he wished he could change, he wasn't sure that hopping about on a pile of papers would really help him feel better about any of it. "Wish I could join ya," He sighed, looking sadly down at the crutches he was still hobbling about on. Maybe he could stab the papers; he wondered if that would be nearly so effective as stomping on them. "What're ya feelin' stressed about?"
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Post by Izzy Chen on Oct 15, 2009 23:46:07 GMT -5
For a moment Izzy did not recognize Thad, but then it hit her. Who he was. She smiled and nodded at him. He was the small guy from the ghost hunt. Taki's friend. "Thad right?" Izzy said to him. She looked at the papers when he mentioned jumping. "You could beat them with a crutch." Izzy suggested as she laughed. It sounded funny to her. "To be honest the papers are just the victim. Hat it not been then it would have been something else. I need a punching bag." Izzy said.
"Nothing, everything. Take your pick." Izzy said with a sighed. "I have to write stuff about the shooting and I do not see the point. Its as if the Editor wants the school to dwell when we should be moving on." Izzy started to explain. "Its just been a stressful week with dealing with the aftermath and everything. I do not think writing advice about the shooting is the best idea." Izzy told Thad. "In addition to that, there is this guy I kind of like. Or maybe I do not like him. I do not know, but I have not heard from him in a while and I just wish I had the guts to say I liked him but I don't. I would rather stay his friend....." Izzy continued.
"Plus my brother is being a baby about being shot, when he is perfectly capable of doing things himself. He just likes to get on my nerves. So go ahead. Smack the crap out of the papers with your crutch. let it out." She smiled. "So now that I have ranted and raved, how are you doing? Hows the leg?"
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Post by Thad Cotton on Oct 16, 2009 18:56:42 GMT -5
Thad grimaced in sympathy. He really would have beaten something with his crutches had he been told to write about the shootings. He didn't want to think about last week, which very definitely meant he didn't want to write about it -- or read about it. "Bleh, that'd be the wors' sellin' issue ever!" He complained, wondering if anyone in the entire community would actually wish to relive the shootings.
He looked at Izzy quizzically when she confessed to liking a guy. "S'aren't you th'advice girl? You should be able to figger that kinda thing out, right?" He prodded. "Who is it?" He wondered if it was anyone he knew; he was only a freshman, but having two older sisters meant that he knew his share of upperclassmen. Of course, he completely understood about not having the guts to declare affection for a friend. He thought Roxy kind of liked him back, but then apparently Ezzie liked him, too, and he didn't want to hurt her feelings. It was easier to just keep being friends with the two of them instead of making them fight over him -- he somehow hadn't realized they were teasing him, thrilled as he was at the idea that girls would fight over him. He just didn't want it to be his two best friends who were fighting over him.
He prodded the papers with his crutches when the other teen invited him to lay into her journalistic work. "Mmm." He mumbled, "S'okay. It'll get better. Home is kin'a meh cause my moms're a li'l uptight about th'shootin', and me'n'Si trespassin'." He frowned. One day, of course, the two women raising him would learn to put a GPS system on him so he couldn't sneak out of the house anymore, but for the time being they seemed to believe (despite all evidence to the contrary) that if they told him he couldn't leave the house he would stay. "Glad nona my sister's got shot," He added; even if it was only superficial, it still must be terribly traumatizing for her brother.
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Post by Izzy Chen on Oct 19, 2009 2:55:36 GMT -5
"You are too kind if you think the issue will sell at all. Please. I doubt it. I think the issue will be ripped to shreds. I would use it fora fire starter." Izzy was not normally that mean, but this was wrong. "I don't think I am going to write it." Izzy told the younger man. She liked being the advice girl, but not this much. it just seemed wrong. It was not right to remind people. "The editor is an idiot." Izzy said with a small smile and then a laugh.
"Who it is does not matter, but I am not sure if I like him or not. I mean. i think I do. I had a dream about him and we kissed. But that could have just been because he is my friend or something. I don't know. Apparently not even being the advice girl can help me." She said with a giggle. "I should know the answer, but I don't." Izzy said with a smile.
"Well your mother seems to care at least. Mine is still out of town, but thats not new. It would be weirder if she stayed in town." Izzy told Thad. "I am just glad more people did not lose their lives. It could have been worse. How did you hurt your foot?" Izzy had not been there when Thad had fallen.
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