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1 yr ago
Current blaze it and praise it
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1 yr ago
I go my whole life without encountering the word "pursuant" then suddenly it crops up like ten times in the past week
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1 yr ago
this is some chapstick weather
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6 yrs ago
ENTP: "opportunity is missed because it looks like hard work" me: *eyes bulge mid-bite of chocolate-sprinkled donut while procrastinating*
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6 yrs ago
>"Tell me something you're not proud of." Me: My RPG post ratio is higher than my GPA
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Bio

Hiya, I'm Blitz.

I think I'll put a bunch of my characters' quotes here because what better describes a person than the things they say? (Or rather, things my characters have said... Tee-hee)

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oh, i remember!!! new jersey! POINTS FOR BLITZ FOR REMEMBERING :D
what state was colton from? do u remember?
sure. i mean it's hardly cold out even during december i'm sure s.c. would be considerably warm
Lucas listened to her talk nonchalantly about how she kept herself entertained. In a way he understood what she meant with having a hundred things to look at or think about, although Lucas had to admit that he had never gone to people watching at the mall before. He was too much of an extrovert to sit still like that for such a long time, though. Or perhaps, not so much extroverted as slightly hyperactive. It was probably a good mix of the two.

“Only a little bit,” he answered her question about her sanity. He pulled his keys out from his pocket and hit the unlock button. A black SUV park a few spaced down lit up and honked in response.

“That one,” he added.

He came up to the car, which he had received as a present for his seventeenth birthday, and dropped his backpack in the backseat instead of on the passenger seat. He quickly scanned around the car and was relieved that it wasn’t a mess, mostly because his sports gear wasn’t littered all over the ground.

“Well,” he said, shutting the door and getting into the driver’s seat. “I can’t guarantee it won’t smell like boys, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t stinky.” He laughed and when Alice had gotten into the passenger seat, he revved the car and pulled out of his space.

For the first few minutes, Lucas tried to make small talk with her, but as they barely knew each other, try ran out of things to talk about rather quickly. Thankfully, Lucas didn’t live very far from the school, so they were pulling into his neighborhood by the time things fell quiet.

“So, what’s our plan?” he inquired as he turned down his street. “Are we gonna do some research and just make some kind of small presentation? I really don’t feel like conducting a poll.”

Just then, they pulled into his driveway and he cut the gas.

“Actually, let’s talk about this later. I can't think on an empty stomach.” He laughed and hopped out of the car, lead Alice in through the front door, and immediately walked into the kitchen after dropping his backpack by his shoes.

“Help yourself to anything,” he said from in front of the fridge. “With someone like me in this house, there’s a ton of food.”
...but isn't it like october/november at the latest?
The rest of the school day was more or less uneventful for Lucas. He was, however, now more keen on trying to figure out who the other psychic in the school was, or psychics, for that matter. As far as he knew, no one was open about it at East High. He wondered just how many of these seemingly normal high school students were hiding a secret a big as his. Instead of zoning out in his other classes, he quietly observed the other students, trying to pick out anything abnormal about them. Unfortunately, his efforts proved fruitless, but with the fruitless results came a sense of assurance that no one would suspect him of being a psychic either.

A few couple of his friends noticed Lucas seemed a little out of it, but he told them he was just really tired. He decided it would be a bad idea to bring up the subject with his friends. They probably didn’t even care, anyway, which was fine by him.

Before he knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of school. He stood up from his desk and nearly forgot about his meeting with Alice because his phone had been on silent. Feeling guilty about almost leaving her at school, he quickly pulled his iPhone out from his pocket to see she had sent him a text about a half an hour earlier, informing him that she’d meet him at the front of the parking lot.

He quickly typed back a response: I’ll be there.

He stopped by at his locker to grab all the books he’d need to finish his homework, which was, thankfully, at a minimum that particular day. On his way out, he encountered some of his friends and couldn’t resist having a little chat with them. About five or so minutes later, though, they all had to leave to get ready for practice.

“Aren’t you coming?” one of them asked him.

Lucas shook his head. “Nah, I’m not on the team.”

“Didn’t make tryouts?” another teased with a laugh.

“No, dipshit, I was out of town,” he explained, not feeling anger as insults were always thrown among him and his friends. “I have to work on a partner project today, anyway… Actually, she’s probably waiting for me.”

“You? Doing a project? What?” one of the scoffed.

“Who’s your partner?” someone else asked.

“Umm… That Alice girl in our grade,” Lucas answered.

A nearly simultaneous “ooooh!” rose among them.

“Alice Conway? Damn!”

“Dude, she’s so hot!”

Lucas raised an eyebrow at his riled-up friends.

“Really?” he asked with a small, nervous laugh. “I never really noticed, I guess.”

“Are you blind, son?”

“God, she’s so smart too. How often do you meet a girl like that?”

The group laughed in agreement.

“Anyway, Lucas, we gotta go. Good luck with your ‘project.’”

Lucas crossed his arms and shook his head as they all took off toward the locker rooms. He turned and continued to the front door, swearing under his breath for being late, as usual. At least it wasn’t raining.

As he exited the building he caught sight of Alice standing in wait with her still drench jacked under her arm.

“Sorry I’m late,” he offered with an innocent shrug and no other kind of explanation.
ooooh.
but what would be their motive? just to see the camp? or do they just happen to pass by it?
maybe theyre on their way to maryland so kaelyn can reconcile with her aunt? idk
that entire flashback was just
what's the word for it
lol.
it was lol.
Lucas winced at Alice’s bringing up football practice. Now very grateful for having a good grip on his powers and not letting a spark slip out from his subconscious, he forced a carefree smile. As much as his blossoming senioritis urged him to lie and say he did have practice, or hell, even let her do all the work, he felt inclined to contribute some. He was especially interested in Alicia’s psychic friend. Though she was apparently shy and he doubted he’d get the chance to meet her or find out who she is, he would love to find out more about her and her powers. For once, a school project was actually proving to be a helpful learning experience.

“I, uh, I’m actually not playing football this year,” he replied in a low voice so others wouldn’t hear. “I missed the damn tryouts. So I’ve actually got a lot of free time on my hands.”

Lucas turned and looked at the clock to see that class was almost over already. He turned back to Alice and smiled again. “Why don’t you come over to my house? I’d be happy to help out with the project.”

He reached down and pulled a binder out of his backpack and opened it. “I have a car,” he was saying as he rummaged for a piece of scrap paper. He picked out his calculus syllabus and tore a thin strip off from it. “So if you need a ride, you can meet me after school, or just meet me at my house if you got your own car.”

After returning his binder to his backpack, he uncapped his pen and scribbled down his cell number on the strip of paper and handed it to her, just as the school’s electronic bell system resounded throughout the school.

“The project’s due on Friday,” Mr. D called out to the students who were already beginning to leave.

“Shoot me a text if you wanna meet up or you need my address,” he told her as he stood up with his backpack hanging form one shoulder. “Oh, and the name’s Lucas by the way.” He gave her a subtle wink and a chuckle before turning to leave the class.

“See you around,” he said as he went.
oh my lord
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