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| Sar Hale | Tuesday, 25. December 2007, 04:19 |
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Sar was taken back when he smacked his head against the window. She jumped back a little bit, eyes wide. And then narrowed them at him. She had figured out what he was doing, and surprised, that he'd even have the balls, to do so. She'd atleast smack him across the face, if it wasn't for the fact that, maybe, he'd rape her. She hugged herself a bit, and stepped back a bit more, thinking on whether or not, she should run, or what. She just watched him rub his face, and look like a jackass, all the same. Sar simply shook her head, and watched him get out of the car. Ok..I can run, or kick him in the balls, and then run. Either way...I might be risking something... She thought to herself, looking off to the side, and ignoring him for a moment. Finally, she came back to reality, and he was grinning at her. Oh god. Sar was getting ready to answer him,when he had continued on, not really letting her get a word in edgewise. "You looked distressed. What are you doing out here at this tim-- Your shirt is so cooooooollll!" She raised, an eyebrow, wide-eyed, and then slowly looked down at her shirt. "I guess.." She whispered, very quietly, not sure if he had even heard her. "And your hair is poofy too! I can't do that. I have to use gel. Do you use hair spray?! That pollutes the environment, y'know! I'm a hippie. I hug trees. We should go save some trees together! You seem pretty cool! I bet we could be amazering fantabuliicciiouuussss friends!" Great, what had Sar gotten herself into. She couldn't believe, that out of all her luck, she came across this dumb lunatic. She sighed heavily at her luck, and just stared at him. Oh great! Now he was touching her! She was offically getting raped tonight, unless she could think of someway out of this. She tried to slide out of his grasp, but he had a nice tight firm hold on her, and couldn't wiggle out. Sar just moaned, and rubbed her face with her hand. And glared at him. Not saying a word. What could she say? Nothing. He seemed to be completly and totally nuts, let alone, someone let him have to much sugar. Finally she just let him go on, and on. He was freaking her out, espically the strawberry part, that made her want to cross her legs. She couldn't believe her luck, and well hey. It seemed he was taking her for some coffee, or something. Hell, why not. It's free, and maybe, it'd possibly shut him up long enough, so she could answer his questions, and then leave. "OOF!" Sar exclaimed, almost falling out of the seat that she was just shoved in. She grumbled to herself, and then propped her elbows on the table, and glared at the door. But her expression changed, when a hot coca was placed in front of her. Sar took it, and then started to blow on the drink to cool it off. Unlike the moron infront of her. She sipped it slowly, pushing her bangs out of her face. Her icy blue eyes focusing on him, she sipped the warm liquid some more, and then gave a small smile. She felt better now, with something warming her up. Sar finally remembered that he was there, and wanted answers, to the billions of questions he had asked her. "Uhmm...ok..." Sar started, and sipped the coca some more. "My...name is Sar Hale. I'm 17...uhm...and..I've only been in France for a month...I have no home...and..my hair is like this cause, well...My brush isn't to good at doing it's job.......and thanks.." Sar sipped the coca some more, and hoped that had answered all of his questions. Hopefully he wouldnt be so hyper now, or something. |
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