Slipstream: Genesis#1. Six Hours to Midnight

[Endgame]

Slipstream: Genesis


“It has to start somewhere.


It has to start somehow.


What better place then here?


What better time than now?”

End over end, it tumbled, rotating slowly as it moved through the inky blackness. It’s surface was smooth, featureless, and dull, distorted reflections glinting as certain angles came and went. Despite it’s clear size, it made no sound. All was quiet, still, even tranquil. The thousands of pinpricks of light scattered around seemed almost serene.

A faint red glow began to grow at the front of the spherical object, spreading across it, not quite on the surface, but hovering just above it. Flickering slightly, the glow began to intensify. The rotation continued, but the light remained stationary, hovering above the same point, it’s very centre the same direction the object was travelling.

A bloom of flame erupted from the central point of the glow as it hit the Earth’s atmosphere, tearing through the tranquillity, plumes of flickering yellow lancing out into the darkness of space like infernal fingers, reaching in vain for the stars they could never touch. The burning flame engulfed the object as it picked up speed, caught now in Earth’s gravity well, never to escape. It’s surface, heated red-hot, began to disintegrate, burning slivers sliced from it by the force of the air rushing past it, coming apart in pieces. Larger chunks began to tear free as the fireball streaked towards the Earth beneath it, leaving a trail of debris in the sky behind it.

Even at this moment, thousands of telescopes were turning towards the ball of molten flame, the inquisitive eye of humanity, ever enthralled by nature itself. Still gaining speed, the meteor began to burn white-hot as the atmosphere thickened. It’s course was now clear: Directly beneath it, a sizable city began to awaken to screams of fear and excitement. The meteor burned onwards, unaware that some few million humans had constructed their city in it’s path. Nature did not pay heed to the affairs of humans.

It tore through the upper cloud layer, the shockwave of it’s passage splitting the sky, tearing a hole larger then the city itself through the clouds. By this stage, the meteor had burned down to the size of a small car. Still, that would be sufficient to wipe out thousands of years of human history in a single moment.

Millions of faces looked up into the sky, all wearing a single expression: Horror. Each and every one of them knew that they were about to die.
Suddenly, a brilliant light exploded from the side of the ball of flame, tearing it’s way out from within. It shot out across the sky, a beam of white light. Inscribing a rough circle, it turned and dove... directly back towards the meteor.

There was an eruption of flame and rock, and the light flared, instantly thousands of times brighter than it had been instants ago. Night was transformed into day, as burning debris rained across the city, and a large chunk of the meteor shot off in a new direction, deflected by the light, crashing with a rending explosion several miles from the outskirts of town.
As the night faded in once more, twinkling, flickering lights descended across the city, the tranquillity of space restored to the ill-fated meteor in it’s final moments.



The night of the Meteor was the night this all started. They still don’t know where it came from. Satellites and radar had missed it completely, almost as if it had simply popped into existence in orbit. They don’t know what was inside it or where that light had come from. Churches all across the world are celebrating the so-called Divine Intervention that saved this city. I don’t want to know what was inside. The answer to that question will only give us a thousand more to go unanswered.

But I will always remember the night that meteor fell from the heavens. New Year’s Eve, 2008. That night, everything changed. Humanity changed.

We changed.



They say Humans evolution is reactionary. We evolve to adept to threats, to anything powerful enough to threaten our very existence. We evolve to exist. Humanity is a highly versatile, adaptable species. If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be here today. Was that meteor powerful enough to threaten our existence? Certainly it would have destroyed the entire city. I don’t know what effect it would have had on the rest of the world. But this story isn’t about the rest of the world: It’s about us. Myself, and those telling this story alongside me, all brought together by our common ground. We are storytellers, and this story is about our little slice of existence.

Let me take you back, six hours before the sky over our heads was set aflame, and our world burned red with the threat of our end. Six hours to midnight.

Celebrations were already starting. Across the city, people flocked to parties and gatherings, preparing for the coming of the New Year. Drinks and words flowed freely, tongues lubricated by alcohol, brains flooded by the same. Music swept through the city like a single rhythm, even though each song was different, all were the same in some strange way.

Wait. This story isn’t mine alone to tell. It would be a much shorter story if it were. So I’m going to tell you my story, and I’ll let everyone else tell you theirs.

Genesis Arc Episode One: Six Hours to Midnight

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[Joy]

Oh god damn it, another customer. I just sat the hell down. Why don't you people just in come in a steady pace through the store. I'd rather that then

"Hello, how are you?"
"Picking up for Lambadar."
"K, hold on for a sec."

you people coming in all at once with 5 million friggin questions. God damn, I want to eat, my food's getting cold, my heels hurt for being on this ahrd floor for six hours. Damn it. Where is this thing? I can't seem to find these names anywhere. Dolloris, Hemerfiled, Sanchez. Oh here it is.

"Here we go. First name?"
"Maria"
"Yep, this is you. If you could just sign here."
"Of course."
"Alright, you're all set, have a nice day."

Wow, lady, come on, you take forever. It's a matter of moving the bag and walking 50 feet to the door. I want to go back to the national geographic I was reading and the McDonalds I was eating.

"Have a nice day, ma'am."

Ha, she didn't answer. Funny. Wonder if she could even hear me.

Ah, yum. I love cheeseburgers from fast food joints. They taste so good for some reason. Hmm, I need to ge tmy project done. I will eventually, though I seem to force myself not to do it. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Oh crap, 30 minutes to 7. Didn't realize it was this late. I better start the deposit or else I'll be here until 8:30. Hopefully it all ends up working out. Would love to see melissa. But for now, let me enjoy this amazingly bad for me cheeseburger. And thes greasy fries. And this extremely carbonated soda. Wow I eat healthy. Haha.

Briiing

Damn it, not another customer.

[Swag]

(OOC: Dr. Freeman be more descriptive with you posts man, I had no idea what was going on in the last one)

IC:

5:45 PM

"Bring your black ass on Kush! We gotta go pick up the girls."

CaLeb Joshua Weems, aka Kush, was walking out the front door of his town house home, turning to lock the door behind him. He was wearing a tall white T-Shirt that said M.A.F.I.A. going down the front of it. A black flight jacket adorned his frame; he wore black jeans with gray trim. On his feet were brand new black and white Chuck Taylor Converse's, his hair was cornrowed and a black bandanna hung from his right back pocket. Turning around he headed to the car, inside of which were he friends: Camron Brown aka Ghost, Nick and Ian Martin aka Recon and Pac, respectively, and Sojaam Council aka 300. Hopping into the front seat, Kush put on his seatbelt as Pac started the car.

"Did yall niggas even call em to see where they were at?" said Kush to his homeboys.

"Yeah, they said they was goin meet us at Street Dreams so they could follow us to Ghost house, and then to the party later on." said 300 from the very back of the car.

"Right." replied Kush in an affirmative manner.

Pac pulled out of the parking spot in front of Kush's house and speed off. Reaching into the glove box, Kush produce 3 different blunts of weed. Passing on back to Ghost, who was right behind him, and one to 300, he looked at all his homeboys.

"Juuuu-doo."

And with that, then three of them sparked up as they rode down the street. It was already shaping up to be a good new years.

[Chimubar]

6:00 PM

"FOUL! You tripped me Omar!"

The thirteen year-old African-American boy named Chimwemwe Omar Alao was playing a simple b-game with his friends at the neighborhood b-ball court. Omar stood 5"8 ft and he was pretty muscular for his age. He wore a long, red Dwayne Wade Miami heat t-shirt that almost reached his knees. Above that he wore a reebok gray, black, and blue cowboys hoodie. He wore baggy dark grey jeans that would've fallen off if Omar wasn't wearing a black belt made out of the same fabric as his shirt. Omar had cornrowed hair, but covered it with a BigBlack hat; and had black and white Nike Air Jordan 1's.

"Nigga please, you tripped over your own clumsy ass feet!" He said, helping his friend named Trevor up. "But fine, I'll let you have ball." Omar continued with a sigh. He compromise with him then get into a fight with one of his best friends. It was a regular three on three game. One Omar's team it was him, his friend Jordan, and Brandon. On Trevor's team it was him, Tanner, and his friend Tyler. After ten more minutes of playing Omar said with a tired face " I think thats it for today." He got out his new Iphone to check the time, and remembered that he had tofind out where his big sister was going to party tonight.

"Damn, I've gotta go now." He said to his friends out of breath.

"That sucks, well see ya later you stupid nigga." Jordan said throwing Omar back his ball.

"I'll ask if I come back later. Alright peace." He said to his friends. Out of breath he started jogging down to Street Dreams where his sister was supposed to be at.

[Ashes Remnant]

"God, I'm getting up!"

A pillow was thrown from the bed to the door. An alarm was blaring in his ears, and his mother was yelling from the hall. He sat up quickly, hitting his head on the metal bar from the top of the bunk bed. The upper one was never used, be he occupied the lower. After rubbing his head, he turned on the light, and looked himself in the mirror.

His name was Cody. His eyes and hair shared a dark brown color. His hair was slightly long, bangs covering one eye. And right now, he really needed a shower.

After said shower, he got dressed. He wore slightly tight jeans, a long black sweatshirt, and his normal, wal-mart brand black shoes. He grabbed his things, a watch, wallet, and his necklace. He started to head to the door, grabbing his phone.

"Hey, Mom, I'm headin' out with Connor now!"

His mom yelled back, telling him to be home soon. Cody rolled his eyes, and kept walking. After walking down the rather steep hill by his house, he ran across the busy street to a car. 'Course, Connor wasn't there, but it was his friends Jaime, Bridget, and Josiah. They had a day of partying in store. He jumped in the backseat and they drove off with Avenged Sevenfold blaring.

[The King]

Tony sat back in the wooden dining room chair, his face slightly sweating as he peered at the television. He looked over at his younger brother Brandon. "Ahhh your garbage. Step it up kid." Tony gripped his drumsticks and sat back up in the seat. He began tapping the yellow and blue pads on his rock band drum set. "Lets see, lets see." It started off as just a normal day for Tony.

This morning the 5'8'' 18 year african american boy old slipped from his bed as groggy as ever. Mornings where never his thing. His other brother Marcus had been playing H3 and making tons of noise. Tony still had no idea how a 2 year old knew how to play halo. But as long as it made the kid happy it didn't bother him much. Hey made his way from his room down to the kitchen. Mom was on the computer so he couldn't check his myspace, facebook, and KHinsider as he usually did. Bummer. He grabbed a bite to eat and headed for the shower. Tony looked at himself in the mirror for a while before deciding, "I look good." Tony was never a cocky person but he just knew he WASNT an ugly person. His hair layed flat on his head. He often cut it himself, but couldnt find time to get a lining at the shop. It didnt bother him much though. He removed his shirt and stared at his almost well toned body. He had promised himself he would get rid of that extra flab before new years and he had kept his promise. He wasnt fat, his body just wasnt toned. After minutes of looking at himself he hopped into the shower. He came from the bathroom sometime later and headed for his closet. He put on his black Famous shirt, Levis, his white belt and famous belt buckle. He made his way downstairs and put on his black Nike SB 2.0. He felt very sexy.

Mom was still on the computer though. So he sat down and played Rock band for a few hours. "Ok lets play Crushcrushcrush." Him and his brother played through the song. Him on drums and his brother on guitar. Tony's Instinct began to ring and he sang along with the ringtone "Birthday sex, birthday sex...." He'd received a text message.
"We still on for tonight? =)" : Cynthia
"Of course boo."
He responded.
"Ma you and Tony are driving to work together right? So I get the car?"
"Yes Boy. Leave me alone"
"Ok. Well you can finish playing im about to get out of here. I got cool stuff to do." He said to his brother. Another text message came in.
"You got the bottles?": Cynthia
"Yea. Im going to get em now. Ill text you in a lil."

Tony grabbed the car keys, his circa hoodie and headed out the door.

[Ulti]

As people around the world celebrated the coming new year, joy and merriment filled people's hearts ( and alcohol filled the bladders though only for a short time anyway ). It was common for everyone to be with their families, friends, loved ones, and the like. It was common for Sarah to spend the joyous occasion alone. Well, not totally alone. That crafty cat, Cleo, was somewhere about, being a cat or whatever she did. With parents and older sibling away on their own schedules, the young 17 year old girl spent her ever so happy holiday in her room. But don't think Sarah was at all miserable. She preferred solitude to social gatherings. A New Years night alone? Almost perfect!

"At least I can finish writing my story without a single distraction to disturb me."

Sarah loved writing. Anything to put her thoughts onto paper. Or to make people hear her thoughts. She had a bad habit of blending into the background. Enough of that for now. Sarah was getting into the mood when an old and yet respected monster growled from the depths of her stomach. Irritated, she gazed toward her digital clock. Almost six. Dinner. Her parents graciously left her some cash to get some type of food ( as if they cared ) for the night. Sighing, Sarah gave in to the monster. Putting on her favorite jacket, a dark blue sweater that was two sizes too big, as well as her tattered bucket hat, she walked to her car and drove in search of a decent meal.

For some odd reason, Sarah didn't feel like returning home that night. What gives her family the right to leave her alone that night? If the new year was going to arrive in a few hours, she wasn't going to be left behind. Stubborn as ever. She wondered if she should make her New Years' resolution about her inextinguishable stubbornness.

"Heh, like that'll ever change. Alright alright you beast. I'm getting some grub, quiet down."

[Reika Noko]

Erika continued to watch TV with her friends at another friend's house, sleeping over. Anastasia "Ana", Ross, Alex, Gabby, Emma (much to Anastasia's dismay), some others, and herself. She was getting into space, already bored with the show everyone else was watching. But it was a Wednesday. Even though it's winter break already, it was a day she found to have almost nothing new pop up. She sighed and got up, intending to go anywhere else in Ana's house.

"Where are you going?" Ana asked, noticing her friend get up and leave.
"Going upstairs." she replied.
"Why?"
"'Cause I'm bored. So I'm going to play with you're computer."
"How long?"
Erika shrugged, "I dunno."
"Well, we're gonna go to Ross's house soon so don't be late to go, 'kay."
"Okaay" she said, rolling her eyes
"And if you're about to," Erika stopped in her tracks to listen to Ross finish, "we're gonna go up there and scare the shit out of you to drag you down 'ere."
"Yeah, it won't be fun without you!" Ana said.

"'Kay 'kay, I'll be down. It's just 6 anyway." Erika remarked in annoyance and continued upstairs. Finally getting on the computer in the room across from Ana's, and clicked Safari, since Ana'a Mac doesn't have Explorer or Mozilla. Typing in the searchbar on the top right, "khinsider forums" considering the pain of going through the link on the main page of the site itself. Damn shared computer rule. Sucks I can't tick the "Remember Me" box here, she thought as she logged on. She figured that she would run around the forums quick in time to get downstairs or else she would know what time consuming prank her friends would do to her. She kept scrolling around for anything new, Nope...No...Nothing here...Nothing here...Nothing here. Nadda...No...Bah screw it. No updates. Sucks. No one's on on New Year's Eve, huh? Erika closed the window, got off, and went back on the couch downstairs to sit with her friends.

"Woah, that was fast." she heard Ana say.
"Yeah, nothing good. Anything good on TV?"
"Don't worry somethin' 'ill come up." Ross said. Erika could only groan in reply, tilting her head backwards to look out the window in boredom. It's New Year's Eve, and I'm as bored as hell. She looked back at the TV screen. I might as well watch. I wish something could happen right now. Something. Anything. Anything nice.

"Well, I'm bored." Alex said. "Let's just go to Ross's house now."
"Now?" Ana said.
"Meh, maybe later." Ross said.

"No, come on, let's leave!" Ana exclaimed, quickly getting her things, like everyone else now, and pulling Ross's arm. "Pleeeaaaassseee." He eventually gave up and everyone was already outside, halfway there. During the trip, Erika stayed quiet, thinking a lot. ...Anything would be nice right now. Except Bosco. I don't want that damn dog molesting me again.

[Bleeding Soul]

Lane, as everyone that know him calls him, finally gets off of the couch of his friend Sineed's and looks at the time. He realizes that the girl that is only a year old than him is just starting her fashion show for some charity and is probably worried sick about her internet friend. Lane only fights a laugh at this thought as he feels that worrying over someone that you just met for the first time is pointless, granted that he still worries about her at times. He quickly stretches to get his joints and muscles back into working order and smells himself. After making a face of disgust he regrets forgetting his deodorant again and makes his way into the shower.

After the fastest shower in his life, which only took three minutes, he opens the medicine cabinete behind the foggy mirror and grabs the white stick in the blueish green container. He quickly swipes it across his underarms and opens the door to the room to let out all of the hot air. He watches as the now closed mirror slowly becomes usable again and grabs a razor and the shaving creame. He quickly lathers a little onto his face and rinses off his hand. He puts the five bladed razor at the top of his slight sideburn on his right side and slides downwards.

After getting dressed in his usual pair of official United States Army BDU pants that he got when he was only seventeen, a black t-shirt and a leather belt that holds a small case with a closed Sheffield pocket knife with a blade reaching three inches and a quarter of an inch, he walks out of his room and into the living room. He makes a quick glance at the t.v. that is showing an episode of D.N.Angel on Anime Network and then to where he was sitting. He falls back into the spot and slides both of his feet into the black Brahma Steel Toed boots and ties them up, a process that takes about two minutes in all. He then grabs the ancient lether wallet from the table next to him and looks in it. He sees a card for both Game Crazy and Game Stop along with his lincence which was issued in Tennessee. He slides that into the pocket on his left butt cheek and then picks up a small circular can with the picture of a Longhorn Steer on the front. He places it in his hand and holds it with his thumb and middle finger on the front and back. He quickly moves his hand in a round motion and feels as his first finger slams into the side of the plastic can and makes the contents compact. Once finished he opens the can and pinches a good sized wad of the tobacco before sliding it into his mouth between his gum and lower lip. He puts the can in the pocket on his right butt-cheek and grabs a recently emptied 20 oz. bottle of Diet Coke. He twirls the lid off in one swift motion and spits brown saliva into the bottle. He quickly returns the lid and slides the bottle into the pocket on his right shin.

"Well, ah guess ah better get my ass in gear."

He quickly slides a navy blue hat onto his head with the name and logo for Bud Light onto his dirty blond hair that was just cut into a Short Fade using a number 2 guard for the top and a number 1 for the sides and back. He then slides a pair of black wired glasses over his misty blue eyes and stands. He makes his way to the front door but freezes as he suddenly remembers something. He snaps his fingers once out of pure habit and makes his way over to the HP computer on the desk in the front room. He browses through the history of Internet Explorer and quickly finds KHInsider forums. He clicks on the link and watches as the page is instantly loaded. He looks at his name showing that he's already signed in and scrolls down to the sections that he always visits. Forum Insanity....nothing except ER telling Cho to get some sleep last night. Role Playing....nothing again. I guess everyone has plans. He quickly closes the web browser and walks to the front door. He grabs a set of keys off of the table next to the door and walks outside. He looks at the white Ford Escalade sitting in the driveway and mentally thanks his mom's friend for letting him borrow it for his trip. He walks down the steps of the building but stops as he suddenly feels the cold air. He shrugs since he is never bothered by the cold and walks to the driver's seat. He jumps in and closes the door before remembering that the significantly shorter Sineed was the last one to drive it. He quickly adjusts the seat to better fit his six feet and zero inches height and slides on his seatbelt. He slides the key into the ignition and turns the engine on. At the very instant that the truck starts the cd player errupts with the old song of Down With the Sickness by Disturbed. He quickly changes the cd and waits for the first song of Indestructible starts up before pulling out onto the steet and making his way towards Burger King to get the nineteen year old guy some food.

[The Big Lovin']

"Hurry up, man. We're not going to have enough rehearsal time." The man sitting inside the car yelled as he pounded on the roof of the car. He looked into the rear view mirror, staring into the back of the trunk. The tapping on the steering wheel was a regular habit of irritation for the man. "Will you shut the f*** up already, Nate?" another voice responded, the sound of the trunk being slammed shut in the background. A rather large man walked over and approached the open passenger side door, adjusting his jeans before he uncomfortably settled himself into the car. "Frankie and Denny are already there getting their shit set up. You sure you got everything, Ric?" Nate asked. His hand hesitated over the shift of the car, apparently anxious to depart. "Yeah, yeah. Just go, man." Ric replied, adjusting his seat into a more comfortable position. "Tell you girlfriend to move the seat back to where it was before, dude. I can't get my big ass in here because of it."

Ric and Nate, along with the other two, Denny and Frankie, were in a non-genre specific band called "JNSP" or "Je Ne Sais Pas." It was a temporary name because, well, they really didn't know. Through a connection, they were able to land an opening gig for a popular local band in LA for New Years Eve. The event was being held in the court yard of an outdoor mall in the city, a very festive place this time of year. It was the biggest gig the band has ever had, and with some luck, will get them looked at from the big wigs of the music industry. Ric was nervous as hell. He stared outside his window, but wasn't really paying attention to anything specifically. He was trying so hard to remember everything they had put together for the show, but the anxiety was getting to him. And it was barely passed 6:00.

6 hours...

[Ubiquity]

It was 6:05 PM, and Tavish was annoyed that this bitch had been calling his cell all day, and now when he had time to respond she didn't want to pick up her damn house phone. "Jesus I can't stand this shit." The phone rang a few more times and then he heard the annoying answering, machine pick up. "Deanna you slut, pick up the phone, "she didn't reply, so he tossed his phone down and pulled his t-shirt over his head, howling in apparent pain as his newly pierced eyebrow caught on the edge of it. Somehow Tavish had managed to not hurt his other pierced lip(the other side was done the year previous, or his throbbing industrial piercing.

With his shirt now on, Tavish looked in the mirror and turned around as he saw his sister Rain looking at him with a dull look n her face, "Nigga, what are you doin?? You have been in here for more than an hour; get out so I can do my hair."

"Can you not call me that?? Really, you know how I can't stand that." Tavish spit in the sink, and after looking at the knob for a second or two, turned the water on to wash away the glob of saliva left from his mouth. "The room's all yours, just give me my phone back. I see it in your pocket dumbass."

About 5 minutes later Tavish was sitting on his bed eating a slice of cherry pie and staring at the stain on his sheet because of it. "If she doesn't call me back soon U swear to God!!!!"

[Athel]

5:48 PM

Jonathan sat at the dining table, his homework laid out before him, his pencil scratching away vigorously. He had been procrastinating on his homework all night. "Wasn't very smart of me" he mumbled, running algebra through his head. "I'm staying up on a school night, after all."

"Jonathan!" his mother called from the kitchen.

"Yeah Mom?" he answered.

"You have clean laundry downstairs. If you could put it away when you're done with your homework, I would be ever so grateful."

"Okay" was Jonathan's only response. He slapped his book close and stacked all of his homework on top. "This year went by really fast" he said as he lifted up his books and walked to his room. "I still remember when it was February and I had my Bar Mitzvah. Even though we've moved and everything, it still felt so short." He nudged open the door of his room with his foot and slid his books back into his backpack.

"2009 is going to be great though" he said. "New President, all the awesome games coming out, and, hey, I might even ask Jenny out." He laughed at himself on the last comment. "Yeah right." He walked out of his room, down into the living room and pushed open the door to the basement. "But I have a feeling this year is gonna be really great."

He was right.

[Tetsu]

Deanna had just gotten back from work, she was extremely tired so she laid on her bed for a couple minutes. “Hmm…I wonder if Tavish called back yet?” Although she had called him a couple times her first priority wasn’t to find out if he had or not, it was to get something to eat and then call her boyfriend. “Geezus!”

Once she was in her kitchen she made some grilled cheese and got some Vitamin water. After she had eaten she walked into the Living room to call her boyfriend Darien. She slowly dialed the number as she plopped down on the couch, it ran a couple of times. A raspy voiced answered. “What's up?" That was Darien's trademark saying. Deanna smiled. “Hey baby, what are ya up to?” Darien quickly replied. “Nothing really, I just got back from work though. It was extremely tiring.”

“Aww that sucks hun.” Just then Deanna’s mother yelled at her to get off the phone. Normally it was screamed in Spanish, but his time her mom just opted for loudness. “Deanna…I SAID A COUPLE MINUTES!!” Deanna yelled back and then began to say goodbye to Darien. “Well I gots to go Darien, but I’ll call you back later. I love you baby.” Darien said his goodbyes and then hung up the phone. “Mom, I don’t see why I can’t be on the phone for more then ten seconds!” Deanna’s mom never let her use the phone and when she did it was only for a short amount of time. “Damnit!” She had forgotten about Tavish.

“Mom, I need to call Tav really quick then I’m leaving!“ The phone began to ring after she quickly dialed it. She waited for someone to pick up. “Come on bitch…answer the freakin’ phone.”

[Ubiquity]

Tavish tripped and fell as he pulled on his tight as pinstriped pants, and then heard the phone ringing as he stood back up and limped over to his cell on the dresser. It was Deanna. "Hello?? Oh, what do you want??" He waited for her answer but she sounded preoccupied "Deanna??"

Her heard her laugh on the other end and rolled his eyes. Deanna laughed. "Umm, I called you earlier and you didn't answer the phone...so I decided to call you back." This was obvious she was calling the entire damn day, but sometimes Deanna stated the obvious.

"Yeh, so do you wanna meet up, I'm probably gonna chill with Kush later, but I'm not sure. Maaad people wanna hang out." Deanna seemed to think about what Tavish said before replying.

He put her on speaker. "Kush.... oh yeah you mean CaLeb huh, yeah I guess I'll go but it might be weird since I don't know him that well." It was pretty much set, but Tavish was concerned with how many people would end up being together.

"Alright, well I'll catch you in a few then. He thinks you're hot anyway."

[Tetsu]

Right after the phone began to ring Tavish answered. "Hello?? Oh, what do you want??" Deanna was picking out what she would wear so she didn’t respond right away. "Deanna??"

Deanna laughed. "Umm, I called you earlier and you didn't answer the phone...so I decided to call you back." Tavish was silent for a second then he began talking again. "Yeh, so do you wanna meet up, I'm probably gonna chill with Kush later, but I'm not sure. Maaad people wanna hang out."

Deanna stopped for a minute. She heard Tavish change to speaker phone. "Kush.... oh yeah you mean CaLeb huh, yeah I guess I'll go but it might be weird since I don't know him that well." Deanna had heard of CaLeb before, but she had never really talked to him or anything. Apparently he was hot…according to Tavish. "Alright, well I'll catch you in a few then. He thinks you're hot anyway.”

Deanna gasped just as he hung up the phone. “WHAT!?!?” Tavish always did stupid things like showing her pictures to people, she definitely had to stopped taking pics with his phone. “Anyways…” Deanna muttered to herself as she decided what to wear. After she choose what to wear her outfit consisted of a dark green floral baby-doll top, ultra tight black straight legs, ballet flats, and a couple of accessories such as a ring and necklace.

Once her hair was done she got her keys and went down to her car. She would leave her car at Tavish’s and they would depart in his car for the night. Deanna threw all of her stuff in the backseat and looked in the rearview mirror to put her eyeliner, mascara, and shadow on. And with that she was off….