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Post by jacob danvers . on Aug 19, 2008 1:56:07 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "like water, you see into me you reach into me."[/center] [/b][/color] Volunteering was a great thing to do, give something back to the community every once in a while. While Jacob Danvers was far from a self-centered person, he often viewed volunteer work as a slight waste of time. Maybe it wasn't such a waste of time when there was little to do, like during the summer, but during the school year, there was rarely a moment of free time that he was willing to toss away as time to give back to the community. Somehow, though, he had volunteered himself to help out at the local amusement park. There were roller coasters he could test ride (though he wondered if he would fit into one of the cars), games he could work, heck, he probably wouldn't even mind working a cotton candy stand, he'd learn how to make it. But what did he get stuck with? The dunking booth, the freaking dunking booth. There was an upside to it, I guess, when compared with the roller coasters and various other attractions, the dunking booth was no work at all. Sure, it go its fair share of kids, but a line hardly gathered there, it was more of one of those 'we'll catch it on the way out' or 'we'll come back later' type deals. But still, he had to sit on a stiff platform from the time he had arrived until 3:45 in the afternoon, that was one way to get a pain in the ass. From the looks of it, he just had to endure three more people and then he'd be free for the day, free to roam around the park free of charge to do whatever he wanted. » A boy around the age of six or seven stepped up to the booth and gave whatever the guy's name was that was in charge of informing the do's and don'ts of the dunking booth three tickets, and the man in turn gave him three balls to attempt and dethrone the six foot something Jacob Danvers sitting atop the collapsable platform. One of the don'ts was something like 'Don't throw the ball at the dunked.' Jake liked that one, it saved him from getting pelted with hard rubber racquet balls. Boing! The first ball bounced harmlessly back to the ground. Jake spoke up, egging the kid on, his ass was falling asleep from sitting up there all day, " C'mon, you can do better than that, hit me with your best shot." Boing, boing! The final two balls fell back to the ground like the first one, " Eh, better luck next time, kid," he said, waving casually as the boy was dragged away by his mother. Two more kids and then he'd be free. » He'd been dunked a grand total of eight times during his time in service, none of which he found very tiring, but he'd imagine that being dunked eight times one right after the other would be extremely annoying and not to mention frustrating. At this point in time he didn't really care whether or not he was dunked, if it was quicker to strike out two times as opposed to getting dunked once and then strike out the next, he'd gladly take the back to back strike outs. He could toughen up, his butt wasn't going to protest to just ten more minutes, heck he couldn't even feel it any more. Another kid around the age of ten stepped up to bat (or pitch, rather) and Jake couldn't help but smile at the girl, she looked so determined with the one ball that she had been given. She drew her arm back and released the ball in one fluid movement. Ding! Oh sh- The eighteen year old found himself submerged in the water-filled cylinder for a few seconds before he stood up, sopping wet, his dark hair looking like a wet mop on his head. He couldn't help but let out a laugh at the girl's squealing shouts of victory. " Nice shot," he allowed before the girl and what appeared to be her older brother turned and left, the incredulity on her brother's face was as apparent as a white object on a black surface. Apparently the little ten-year-old had an arm. Jacob climbed back up onto his perch, enjoying the few moments he wasn't sitting down. Just one more kid and then he was free, done with the shift he had agreed to do, just one more.[/SIZE] _________________________ tag » katarina black. status » complete. word count » 740 words. outfit » click. hair » here, he has an afro! hehe, just a mini one. =P track » ultraviolet by mcfly. speak » it took longer than it should have (especially considering the length), just getting caught up in a lot of stuff. but it's up now and that's what matters so yay! happy jake/kat time, ftw![/font] [/ul]
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Post by katarina black. on Aug 23, 2008 13:25:45 GMT -5
x x `` KATARINA ERIN BLACK,
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And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you This is what I have to do
'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you.[/i] ♥[/font][/size] [/center] falling stars ;; 1, 114 dreaming about ;; lol, sorry. i tend to ramble a lot. tag you're it ;; JAKE!danvers. alarm clock says ;; wakeywakey, time to go. mirror ;; shorts + halter top+shoes
[/font] ___________________________________________________ • Rollercoasters. Katarina had never been able to get enough of them, never had couldn't now and most likely never would. There was just something so effing exhilarating about being hauled up into the air halfway up the heavens above till the fluffy clouds were practically right by your ear, hanging in that one space of a moment assured safety only by clinging hard onto the armrests of a suddenly flimsy chair with five other people then -KABOOM. You'd be rushing down, down down right back to earth and the ground was rushing right back up to meet you so you were horribly certain you'd fall flat on your face and break every bone possible when...when...oh. You were just there, safe and alive, the beginnings of another scream dying in your throat as the ride finally came to an end. While you'd been up there? You'd been doing all Hail Marys and swearing to dear God you were never going near one of them things again-not for love or money, not even if some random joe came walking up to you with a million dollars or even the devil himself offering you the world on a platter. Well, perhaps not quite that far. Greed was quite sadly a vice that many of the humans on this earth shared with a passion, and once you had something small you'd just want more more. Like that old fairy tale, she wasn't sure but she thought it might be one of Grimm's [shocking yes she did actually read] where the old fisherwoman's wife wanted more from the talking fish. From the hovel to the cottage, to the castle to the palace. To being duchess to queen to emperor till the point where she just took the piss and got it into her head that she might as well have the sun and the moon, where in a flash that fish got offended and told the fisherman to go back to his wife where he'd find her back where they started; in a hovel. But there were no offers on hold here and dizzy as you were, you had your feet back on the ground.
• Now normally this would be the point where Kat, a bit dazed, would think it over for about a nanosecond then bounce about like crazy squealing, 'I wanna go again!' but she'd already been on this particular ride about four times in a row. Her rather filling breakfast of six waffles, two lemony pancakes, a blueberry muffin and a glass of milk was threatening to make a break for the blues skies again via her throat, and she was determined to keep it imprisoned down there. Having an amusement park practically right by the school [well twenty minutes away with her insanely fast driving anyway] meant that she was here at least every other weekend, just to satisfy her cravings for a little bit of an adrenaline rush. A good rough and tumble at the full moon, rolling around in the dirt, scratching up the trees like a cat would a scratching post and racing the other wolves in the forest often gave her enough bruises to last a week. Seeing as the rough and tumble was often with Jake, her bestest friend in the whole wide world, she had to sleep off the intoxicating effects of having been in her wolf form for about a day after. Well. After phasing back at dawn, finding whatever hole in the ground she'd stashed her clothes in and sneaking back into her dorm anyway. When the high off of that finally wore off, you could easily find her queuing up on a ride here somewhere. However, judging by the loudly protesting food in her stomach she made the sensible decision of taking a small break. Blinking a few times as the wind blew in her face, she wrinkled up her nose and figured she might as well start taking a walk in the other direction. Burn off a few calories or whatever was the general idea as she started walking at a brisk pace in a southern direction from the intimidating structure of metal she'd just gotten off.
• Knitting her brows together and a small frown forming on her face, the brunette tried to remember what it was she had forgotten. For some odd reason, she felt like something had slipped her mind but damn it she couldn't recall quite what it was. After a few moments of hard thought again the name Jake popped into mind. It only served to distress her further as Kat figured it had been something vaguely important, to her anyway, and she hated forgetting anything; least of all something about her friends. Just as she was about to walk right past it, a high pitched boing! penetrated her concentration and she glanced to her side to see what the heck had made that weird noise. Ahah. The memory of Caleb telling her that he got a job at the playland clicked into place in her mind as a devious smile slid onto her scarlet lips. Grinning, she quietly changed direction and stepped into line behind a few other kids waiting to have a go at the dunking booth. She sensed him she was almost a hundred percent sure of it-"Eh, better luck next time, kid." She stifled a giggle as he waved at the kid who looked disappointed as he was dragged away by his mother and shook her head with a small smile. To her, he just didn't look wet enough yet. He looked a bit apprehensive as he watched the next kid, a little girl this time, step up with a determined look. "Girl power baby," she murmured as way of showing support as she watched the girl pull her arm back and let the ball fly free with a look of surprised approval. DING! He was dunked and Katarina was cracking her knuckles as she got ready to take the last shot as the girl's older brother who'd been blocking her from view moved on with his sister.
• Picking up the ball, the werewolf reveled in the smooth shape of it, the perfect roundness which seemed to fit in her palm perfectly. "Here baby, this one's for you," called out Katarina with a wink to her favourite boy in front of her, and then reaching far back with her arm to get the most force - she threw it forward hard and fast like she was bowling it. Now was one of those times that she appreciated the nearly fanatical way in which her parents had trained her in combat as she watched the ball sail towards the target...
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Post by jacob danvers . on Oct 18, 2008 17:45:53 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "and i ripple round in circles, reflections of my dreams in yours."[/center] » Just one more person, one single person and then he'd be free. His ass wouldn't be falling asleep every two seconds and he'd be free to do whatever he wanted to do on his own free time. Jake looked back to the front of the booth, a familiar face greeting him there, a single ball in hand. He felt his lips pull up into a lopsided grin; it was none other than Katarina Black. Was she? No, she wouldn't, she'd just come to watch him gut dunked by kids half his age . . . she was just holding onto the ball for the next kid. "Hey," he managed, not wanting draw too much attention from his overseer of sorts. 'They're just here to knock you out, tha's all, any small talk and you're outta here,' was what the portly male had told him. Had that really stopped him from talking every once in a while? No, but he only did it when the guy was staring at the deep fried chicken stand adjacent to the dunking booth. Lucky for him, it was quite often, but right now wasn't one of those lucky moments. Kitty Kat, a lovely girl that he was glad to have as a friend. The memories they shared seemed to keep the homesickness at bay, she was a part of his childhood, what more could he have asked for her to be a part of his later years?
» The little girl and her older brother were now long gone, off traveling through the other parts of the park, riding some roller coasters, having a good ol' time like one was supposed to do at an amusement park. Jake Danvers was having a good time, especially since he'd be free to roam the lands within a few short minutes whenever the next kid came to claim the ball from the brunette he was proud to call his best friend. The floppy-haired male's face fell when he realized that Kat wouldn't be handing off the ball to another customer, no, she was going to go for the gold. Oh crap. His hands curled around the edge of the platform. It wasn't like it'd do him any good, he was screwed. His fate was sealed with a wax stamp - he was getting dunked again. As long as he'd known her, she'd had an unusual knack - for a girl, at least - of having an accurate arm. Not only that, but being a werewolf heightened one's senses, therefore the judgement of distance increased, making the probability of hitting her target much, much, higher. Unfortunately for him. Two dunks in a row? Not so much fun. He watched helplessly as the female poised to throw, "Kat, don-" he started to protest. It was too late, the ball was in the air, soaring straight for its intended mark, the exact place where Caleb didn't want it to hit. The platform fell from beneath him and he fell, once more, into the water below.
» What was Katarina Erin Black in the eyes of Jacob Caleb Lee Danvers? Well, she was great. A great friend, a great girl, a great person to hang out with. They'd been through everything together, and still, here they were, best friends as though nothing had ever changed. She was still the same Kat that she had been when he put sea weed on her hair and then tell her that he liked that hairstyle better. She was still the same girl that never let him get away with the 'I get the last cookie 'cause I'm older, and I don't have cooties!' excuse. Of course, things were sometimes different between them, Jake found some situations a bit . . . awkward, but he didn't let it bother him because it was likely that he was just overreacting - he tended to do that quite a bit. Friendship came before everything, it was the only thing that mattered and he wouldn't do anything to hinder it.
» The process of getting out of the massive tub was much like before, by using the ladder (which was much like a pool ladder) on one of the tub's walls to pull himself out of the water that he'd become quite familiar with over the past several hours. "I'm off, Mr. Stewart, let me know if you ever need any more help, I registered my number at the customer service office." Honestly, Jake never wanted to do something like that again. Sure, he'd work at the park again, but the dunking booth wasn't exactly his cup of tea, maybe he could help repair some of the rides; he knew how to repair and rebuild motorcycles, that knowledge surely would help for a job like that . . . right? "Well, I didn't expect to see you here today," he said honestly before continuing, "Whatcha doing here?" He was putting his Guns 'n' Roses shirt on after slipping on his leather sandals as he spoke to his friend, "I mean, did you want to go check out some rides, or were you on your way out after successfully dunking your best buddy?" A smile slid across his lips as he spoke the final words.
» Surely, they'd end up spending the day together, pointing out the freakiest carnies they could find to one another, going on whichever rides would scare the shit out of the other the most. At least, that was what Jake had planned on doing since Kat had thrown the ball that had sent him downwards into the water tank. "Besides, I think that you owe me," he shook his mop of a head, sending the remaining water particles that were clinging to his hair flying in her direction. They could go to the Dungeon Drop, which was, obviously, one of those rides that went straight up at a slow pace and then dropped straight down, 230 feet, to be exact. There was also suspension roller coasters, where you would hang from the track instead of riding on top of it. Then there were the water rides, those were always fun, but at the moment, Jake had more than enough water or the time being. The options were endless, it was just a matter of where to start. The closest to them were the 'spinning, puke-inducing' rides, as he liked to call them; they were the ones that simply spun around in fast circles, yet they always turned out to be a blast. Next was the ferris wheel, that was always a nice way to see the entire park, get a glimpse at what else it had to offer. Directly behind them were the rows upon rows of games, behind that was the food section, or one of them at least, food wasn't very hard to find around here.
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