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Post by Jake Wilde on Mar 1, 2008 4:17:56 GMT -5
The cd slid into the player of Jake’s ’72 Javelin and he hit the glowing blue button to play it. Having invested all of the money he had predominately into the car, his speaker system was all right, but it was no where near as impressive as the guys who could make the ground vibrate when they drove by. Not to say Jake didn’t rattle windows, but the exhaust was far louder than his music player. Slowly As The Rush Come’s electronic beginning and drums started pounded into the air slowly, and Jake opened his door to get out. His new jeans, which he was a little too fond of -- considering who had picked them out for him, made it a lot smoother to slide off of the seats. They were still stiff with newness, and the colour was still a dark blue, that matched his car.
Slamming the door shut, the music filled the quiet parking structure this Saturday morning. Jake leaned against the side of his car, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. He was not really into music like someone people, he was not a musician by any means. But the sort of music that could just pound into the heart, and fill the brain like a narcotic was as addictive to him as cigarettes. A shiver ran through him, as the rush came. He never would have found the group, only he could not resist a group called Motorcycle. Opening his eyes, he was a little surprised to find himself being watched loosing himself to the music.
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Post by Christopher Drake on Mar 1, 2008 15:09:24 GMT -5
Chris walked out of the school building into a sunny day that near blinded him after the dimness of the school's lighting. He really did hate it when he got Saturday school. It wasn't even like he had done anything bad. How was Chris supposed to know that plugging a guitar amp into the middle of the school hallways and adding some excitement to free period was agaisnt the rules? And it's not like he had known that the nearest classroom was filled with students taking their SAT's. But that was beside the point, he was just glad that it was over and done with.
The sound of music dimly filed Chris's ears, and as his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he looked up to see Jake standing in the parking lot, just listening to the music coming from his car speakers. Chris made his way through the parking lot to go talk to Jake, and just as he got near him, Jake looked up to see him standing there. "Is this how you always spend your Saturdays?" Chris said with a teasing sort of tone to his voice.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Mar 2, 2008 12:59:23 GMT -5
Normally Jake would have flipped around, dove into his car window and switched the music off. Though he never really considered himself a rebel, he felt a compelling urge to uphold the image of someone who didn’t care about anything or anyone, and in consequence didn’t like anything or anyone. That urge to keep people at odds with him, though, was probably what made him a rebel… not the actual actions.
Jake did not need to dive into the car, however; he could just stand right there and relax, which was more unusual than one might have initially thought. Since the parking garage was completely empty of other people, Jake was allowed to act on his friendship with Chris and flash a grin at him. He knew exactly what he had been doing earlier today; Jake was just a little surprised to not have found himself sitting next to him for one reason or another.
Jake crossed his arms across his chest, quirking an eyebrow playfully. “No this Saturday seems to have been swapped. But then, I’m not trying to bring the roof down.” Not that Jake even could with his speakers… now that amp of Chris’s that had blasted through the halls… even Jake had heard the remnants of those dying out soundwaves.
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Post by Christopher Drake on Mar 3, 2008 21:28:29 GMT -5
Chris smiled at the remark made by the friend that he didn't admit that openly to. It was true that Chris normally did come and blare his music as loud as possible. Mostly for the soul purpose of disturbing that evil institute they called saturday school. Or just regular school. People needed something to jam to while they did math anyways. Seeing as how the school had banned iPods in class, it was something like his patriotic duty. Or atleast, that was the excuse he had used when the teacher came stomping out to his car in the parking lot and started fuming at him to shut it off.
"Oh, well you would be trying to if you had the sound system." Chris replied with a laugh. Not entirely certain that Jake would have. He wasn't quite as into music as Chris was, which was pretty much the only reason that they seemed to be seperated into two groups that pretty much despised each other. Ahh, high school drama. Everyone loves to hate it and hates to love it.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Mar 4, 2008 23:41:27 GMT -5
It did not surprise Jake that Chris should drop his money into a sound system. And by all rights a guy like that should. That was just the proof of why they had been separated into different cliques. Sometimes Jake had wished that Chris had been rejected from the cliquey school because he was new, but considering the stereotypes that went with British guys, everyone swarm to him like bees to honey.
“I’d prefer to rattle their bones with the size of my engine.” Jake said with a grin, glancing to the hood of his car. He really couldn’t understand why Chris wasn’t a “rebel” what with the disruption he liked to cause, but his passion for music seemed to overcome his tendency to draw attention to himself… in a negative way. Though everyone around school seemed to think he was pretty cool -- and most of the time, even for being a sophmore, Jake had to agree.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 21:49:28 GMT -5
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