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David pulled into Bruce's driveway and honked the horn, letting him know he was there to pick him up for school.
A few moments later, Bruce came walking out, and David gave him a quick wave.
"So, I saw Dawn replied on that board post," he told him in lieu of a greeting as Bruce got in the car.
A few moments later, Bruce came walking out, and David gave him a quick wave.
"So, I saw Dawn replied on that board post," he told him in lieu of a greeting as Bruce got in the car.
On January 1, 2010, Stoneybrook High will be closing. This game has been active since November of 2007, and we think that two years is a long time to be in high school--the drama, the fun, the Group and the geeks, jocks and cheerleaders and nerds, romance and heartbreak...these kids have had it all. And even being stranded on an island! Over the next month, we are going to give all of our characters the send-offs that they've earned: high school is coming to a close, and their lives are waiting.
And so we're excited to say that those lives outside of Stoneybrook will be the focus of a new game, opening on January 1st: A New Life (it's titled after the last words in the final book of the original BSC series). Starting five years in the future, it's centered in New York City and follows the lives of Stoneybrook High's kids all grown up--and some other faces from the BSC canon! If you are interested in joining or just want to read along to see how your favorite characters are doing, the mod journal is at http://newlifemods.insanejournal.com/ which, yes, is InsaneJournal, but they have 100 free icons, and...that's kind of awesome. We've been doing some action threads that fall between the end of high school and the start of the new game: click on the "friends" link, and catch up!
In the meantime, there's a month left here at SHS. We have some really awesome things planned to wrap up the game. And this game has been our heart for so long, it's really breaking them to say goodbye, even though it's time to move on. For all of you who read...thank you. We can't say it enough, thank you. Those two words are far too small, just like "we love this game," isn't big enough to express how we feel. All we know is, over two years ago, the mods were just two friends saying, "Wouldn't it be cool to start up a BSC game?" And they did. And look what happened.
Thank you for two amazing years. And here's to one last amazing month...and to the new futures that wait.
All our love,
The Players of Stoneybrook High
Lee and Mags, Moderators
"I think I got all of my shopping done," Miranda said, with bags filled with the fruits of a successful Black Friday at the edge of her bed.
Mariah spun herself around in Miranda's swivel chair at Miranda's desk, sighing to herself. "I got nothing. I get so weird and think everyone's going to hate what I like," before adding, "And I need money."
Miranda gave her a pointed look, words insufficient. They'd had this talk many a time before. She instead dug her had into a white bag crinkling with the sound of movement before pulling out a fairly extensive lego kit. "Do you think Brendan will like it? He's into pirates."
Mariah was reaching over Miranda's desk, angling for a pencil when her right elbow knocked an official looking pile. College applications, she thought. Completely done. The early application date was tomorrow, and Miranda was sending in all of her apps then, unlike Mariah, who was only putting in one early application and saving the rest for the January deadline.
Between them, they were applying to three common schools, but none of the three had been a particular favorite or number one choice. It had been slowly sinking in that more than likely, this was their final year in this house together.
"It will be weird having a room mate who isn't you," Mariah teased. "I won't have to listen to her psychoanalyze. Or her Bob Dylan."
"We haven't been room mates since we were five," Miranda clarified, looking up from her gift sorting.
We will be fine, Mariah thought. Fine. And I do hate your Bob Dylan.
Mariah spun herself around in Miranda's swivel chair at Miranda's desk, sighing to herself. "I got nothing. I get so weird and think everyone's going to hate what I like," before adding, "And I need money."
Miranda gave her a pointed look, words insufficient. They'd had this talk many a time before. She instead dug her had into a white bag crinkling with the sound of movement before pulling out a fairly extensive lego kit. "Do you think Brendan will like it? He's into pirates."
Mariah was reaching over Miranda's desk, angling for a pencil when her right elbow knocked an official looking pile. College applications, she thought. Completely done. The early application date was tomorrow, and Miranda was sending in all of her apps then, unlike Mariah, who was only putting in one early application and saving the rest for the January deadline.
Between them, they were applying to three common schools, but none of the three had been a particular favorite or number one choice. It had been slowly sinking in that more than likely, this was their final year in this house together.
"It will be weird having a room mate who isn't you," Mariah teased. "I won't have to listen to her psychoanalyze. Or her Bob Dylan."
"We haven't been room mates since we were five," Miranda clarified, looking up from her gift sorting.
We will be fine, Mariah thought. Fine. And I do hate your Bob Dylan.
Balancing her shopping bags on her arms, Sheila struggled slight to open the front door of the house without dropping any of her precious bundles. Since her first day of school had amounted to very little homework, that meant she had been bored after school. Really bored.
And a bored Sheila usually meant a money-spending Sheila. Hence, the shopping bags.
She finally managed to get the door open and she walked through the doorway, depositing her bags quickly in the foyer of the house as she took a few deep breathes to catch her wind. While she was definitely in tip-top shape, carrying all of those bags took work. Especially since they needed to be treated carefully, since they were Christmas presents and all.
Well.
Mostly Christmas presents for her. Some for other people, but since her parents were leaving her alone for Christmas again, she needed something to make her feel better? And spending their hard-earned money always did that.
Carefully unwinding her scarf - not wanting to mess up her hair - Sheila put those and her gloves onto the foyer bench and quickly grabbed the shopping bags once again to take up to her room. As she headed up the stairs, the thought of Christmas reminded her how devoid of decorations the house really was. A smile curled onto her lips as she mentally noted to herself to look up some decorating options online. Maybe she could talk to her interior design teacher about holiday design plans. Yes, that sounded good.
New Christmas gifts and possible design plans? Maybe the day wasn't as boring as she first thought.
And a bored Sheila usually meant a money-spending Sheila. Hence, the shopping bags.
She finally managed to get the door open and she walked through the doorway, depositing her bags quickly in the foyer of the house as she took a few deep breathes to catch her wind. While she was definitely in tip-top shape, carrying all of those bags took work. Especially since they needed to be treated carefully, since they were Christmas presents and all.
Well.
Mostly Christmas presents for her. Some for other people, but since her parents were leaving her alone for Christmas again, she needed something to make her feel better? And spending their hard-earned money always did that.
Carefully unwinding her scarf - not wanting to mess up her hair - Sheila put those and her gloves onto the foyer bench and quickly grabbed the shopping bags once again to take up to her room. As she headed up the stairs, the thought of Christmas reminded her how devoid of decorations the house really was. A smile curled onto her lips as she mentally noted to herself to look up some decorating options online. Maybe she could talk to her interior design teacher about holiday design plans. Yes, that sounded good.
New Christmas gifts and possible design plans? Maybe the day wasn't as boring as she first thought.
Looking down at her handwritten list, Dawn pressed her lips together as she reached for her cell phone, pausing and sighing slightly as she let her hand drop. It was the fourth time that night she had reached for the phone and decided against calling at the last minute.
With a groan, she flopped down on her bed, her hands going up to rub her face in frustration. They were only phone calls, they were not anything that serious or intense or difficult. Even if the phones calls were to set up times to meet some of her closest friends - most of the BSC - and tell them face to face what she know she needed to.
If only it wasn't so hard to work up the nerve to do so.
She knew they wouldn't care, just like Anna and Mary Anne and Alex hadn't cared. She knew that, told herself that, knew that she wanted to and was ready but...still. There was something holding her back.
And until she figured it out, she would spend more nights like this, staring at her phone. Something she did not want to do for that much longer.
With a groan, she flopped down on her bed, her hands going up to rub her face in frustration. They were only phone calls, they were not anything that serious or intense or difficult. Even if the phones calls were to set up times to meet some of her closest friends - most of the BSC - and tell them face to face what she know she needed to.
If only it wasn't so hard to work up the nerve to do so.
She knew they wouldn't care, just like Anna and Mary Anne and Alex hadn't cared. She knew that, told herself that, knew that she wanted to and was ready but...still. There was something holding her back.
And until she figured it out, she would spend more nights like this, staring at her phone. Something she did not want to do for that much longer.
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trevorsand
From:riverofshawna
ummmmmmm so...
what do you think rick would want for xmas?not sure if he uses the head honcho masturbator from last year...
shawna
trevorsandFrom:
riverofshawnaummmmmmm so...
what do you think rick would want for xmas?
shawna
Stifling a yawn in front of her work station, Shannon minimized her database windows. and looked over at Laine from across the room, with a scowl on her face. Making sure that Ms. Pryor wasn't paying attention, she quickly opening her email, she opened up her chat option and quickly typed a message.
whats with the look? jstor get you down?
whats with the look? jstor get you down?
Humming contentedly as she finished up the last of her admissions essays, Emily's head perked up to see April entering the kitchen. Nodding in recognition, her suspicion perked up when April approached and picked up one of her drafts that was sitting on the kitchen table. "Do you mind?" she asked irritably.
April shrugged. "It's not like you're going to get in to these other schools, save for UConn," she said smarmily as she handed Emily back the pile of papers. "You really think that out of all the kids in New England, Vassar and Middlebury are going to want to pick some punk writer from Stoneybrook?"
Emily's eyebrows shot up. "Well there's no use in not trying," she said testily. "At least I'm doing something with my life."
"It doesn't matter. We're all Stoneybrook losers, like it or not. We all end up back in this town, whether or not we got into some ritzy college. Get used to it sooner or later." And with that, she meandered out of the kitchen while Emily sat at a loss at the kitchen table, her hands unknowingly clenched into fists.
Forcing herself to look back at the computer screen, she quickly loaded up the online application for Vassar and started filling it out, briefly hesitating at the check mark indicating whether she was applying Early Decision or not. Clicking the checkbox after a moment, she scrolled down to the rest of the application, adding in information. I will get out of this town, whatever it takes. I refuse to be a Stoneybrook loser.
April shrugged. "It's not like you're going to get in to these other schools, save for UConn," she said smarmily as she handed Emily back the pile of papers. "You really think that out of all the kids in New England, Vassar and Middlebury are going to want to pick some punk writer from Stoneybrook?"
Emily's eyebrows shot up. "Well there's no use in not trying," she said testily. "At least I'm doing something with my life."
"It doesn't matter. We're all Stoneybrook losers, like it or not. We all end up back in this town, whether or not we got into some ritzy college. Get used to it sooner or later." And with that, she meandered out of the kitchen while Emily sat at a loss at the kitchen table, her hands unknowingly clenched into fists.
Forcing herself to look back at the computer screen, she quickly loaded up the online application for Vassar and started filling it out, briefly hesitating at the check mark indicating whether she was applying Early Decision or not. Clicking the checkbox after a moment, she scrolled down to the rest of the application, adding in information. I will get out of this town, whatever it takes. I refuse to be a Stoneybrook loser.
holding, will fix the time later.
i'm giving myself until the 30th to catch up on my oneshots and then i take to the delete button.
GOT THAT, SELF?? THESE ARE YOUR PLOTS; DO THEM!
GOT THAT, SELF?? THESE ARE YOUR PLOTS; DO THEM!
"Next time you tell me how great something is and encourage me to do it, I'm ignoring you," David said, wheeling into the breakroom at Bath & Body Works, where Bruce was. "Working here sucks. Or at least, today it does."
back from my trip, done with thanksgiving, and now i'm going to go reply to the one thread where i'm up and then get to work on oneshots.
Mia was upstairs, putting Aaron to bed. She knew Brad would be here shortly and while her mother was alright with watching Aaron, Mia wanted to make sure he was asleep.
Michael was going through the DVDs, looking for something Christmasy to put on for the twins, who were demanding Christmas movies now that Thanksgiving dinner was over. He heard the doorbell rang. The twins tore out of the room to answer the door.
"I'll get it!" Tara screamed. Michael sighed, and got up to follow them. Tara opened the door and jumped up and down excitedly.
"Brad!" the twins yelled together.
Michael was going through the DVDs, looking for something Christmasy to put on for the twins, who were demanding Christmas movies now that Thanksgiving dinner was over. He heard the doorbell rang. The twins tore out of the room to answer the door.
"I'll get it!" Tara screamed. Michael sighed, and got up to follow them. Tara opened the door and jumped up and down excitedly.
"Brad!" the twins yelled together.
another thanksgiving thread hold
“Mom! Nelson! I’m home!” Michael called, stepping through the back door. Mia was rubbing Aaron’s back, waiting for him to burp. After a moment, he burped and spit up a bit on his towel.
“Aww, that’s a good little Aaron B,” Mia soothed him, wiping his mouth a bit. He giggled happily at his mother.
( Welcome back, Michael )
“Aww, that’s a good little Aaron B,” Mia soothed him, wiping his mouth a bit. He giggled happily at his mother.
( Welcome back, Michael )
It was like the entire town of Stoneybrook was in this one grocery store. Well, Jordan knew that couldn't be true. Still the store was packed with people who was getting last minute things for Thanksgiving dinner, Jordan included. Her mother woke her up, panicking that they had no butter. Jordan didn't see the big deal but her mother insisted that Jordan got up and head to the store. She couldn't see any reason why her sister couldn't go.
So now Jordan was standing in a long line, waiting to check out. Jordan looked around and saw a familiar face behind her.
"Happy Thanksgiving," Jo greeted Andi.
So now Jordan was standing in a long line, waiting to check out. Jordan looked around and saw a familiar face behind her.
"Happy Thanksgiving," Jo greeted Andi.
"Word of advice," David said, rolling back into his room. He grabbed one of the sodas from his lap and tossed it to Rachel, who was sitting on his bed watching tv. "Don't go in the kitchen. You'll just be in the way like I was, and you'll get yelled at by both of our moms. However, Bailey's in there trying to help with everything and she's not in the way at all. She gets away with too much being cute."
holding here, shall change the time later.
As Hannah was expecting a call from her father after dinner, once she had finished and put her things away she made her way up to her room so that she could wait for her father to call.
She busied herself on the internet as she waited, checking her email and facebook before the phone rang.
( Hello? )
She busied herself on the internet as she waited, checking her email and facebook before the phone rang.
( Hello? )
uh, definitely meant to hold this BEFORE hopping in the car for our spontaneous road trip. the time is probably not right, but we'll see. i'll deal with it when i get home!
To: twinanna
From:justinforbes
WHADDUP ANNA!
i'm back from my audition, so whenevah you wanna finish interviewing me for that project of yours, i'm around. are you hitting up rehearsal again this week or you wanna meet some other time?
ttys,
jrf
twinannaFrom:
justinforbesWHADDUP ANNA!
i'm back from my audition, so whenevah you wanna finish interviewing me for that project of yours, i'm around. are you hitting up rehearsal again this week or you wanna meet some other time?
ttys,
jrf
To: theblasemeister
From:andigentile
Hi.
Okay.I can't believe I'm sending this email. I can't believe I HAVE TO send this email. Remember in September when we... you know?
I can't find the underwear I bought that day. Don't comment, I've been really busy since then. Did I leave it at your house? Can you just... check, please?
Thanks.
~ Andrea Gentile
theblasemeisterFrom:
andigentileHi.
Okay.
I can't find the underwear I bought that day. Don't comment, I've been really busy since then. Did I leave it at your house? Can you just... check, please?
Thanks.
~ Andrea Gentile
Price could not remember if he had been invited over to Carly's house or if he had just decided to come over. Sometimes he just made up conversations that he thought had happened but they were just made up in his head.
So his knock on the door, while being forceful and powerful and rather like his character in the play he thought, was somewhat... less than exuberant. Because exuberance if he was showing up uninvited on a Sunday night might be bad. But still! He wished to hang!
Which is why he knocked.
So his knock on the door, while being forceful and powerful and rather like his character in the play he thought, was somewhat... less than exuberant. Because exuberance if he was showing up uninvited on a Sunday night might be bad. But still! He wished to hang!
Which is why he knocked.
Bruce was sitting on his front steps, waiting for David to arrive. Lalala, my life is awesome. Lalala, I have a girlfriend, he thought to himself as he hummed a tune.
Lalala, I get to have David over here instead of riding my bike up that killer hill. Lalala.
Lalala, I get to have David over here instead of riding my bike up that killer hill. Lalala.
i'm really not digging how anna/justin wound up going, so maybe i'll figure out something to put here instead
"Dude, I just wanna figure out this drumline, okay, yo?" Howie mumbled, hunkered down over his snare drum. He knew that he was maybe supposed to sort of go out and do guy time with his recently girlfriend-less bff, but... learning drumlines simply by ear was hard, yo! He had to put time and effort into this ear training thing, otherwise he was going to be that lame guy who had lots of instruments but couldn't do anything on them.
"Oh, whoa whoa, don't go between the covers if you're gonna hang on the air mattress," he added as an afterthought.
"Oh, whoa whoa, don't go between the covers if you're gonna hang on the air mattress," he added as an afterthought.
It struck David as a little strange to be at the bowling alley with Lindsey, since the last time he'd been there was on a date with Mari. But he thought it'd be fun to do with her, and bowling was something he really liked doing.
"Want to take a little break before our next game?" he asked Lindsey after he bowled his last frame and he rolled back to the scoring table to let Lindsey take her last turn. "Go over to the snack bar for nachos or something?"
"Want to take a little break before our next game?" he asked Lindsey after he bowled his last frame and he rolled back to the scoring table to let Lindsey take her last turn. "Go over to the snack bar for nachos or something?"
"Okay, where are we going?" Jamie asked as the car left Stoneybrook. Bruce grinned and sat back, not answering. Jamie peered at him and then pinched his leg slightly. "Come on!"
"Ow! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to pinch the driver?" Bruce responded, grabbing her hand. "Now I've got to hold your hand to keep you still. Look what you made me do."
"What a hardship," Jamie told him. "So come on. Where are you taking us?"
"You'll see. It's like five more minutes," Bruce promised.
( Famous last words. )
"Ow! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to pinch the driver?" Bruce responded, grabbing her hand. "Now I've got to hold your hand to keep you still. Look what you made me do."
"What a hardship," Jamie told him. "So come on. Where are you taking us?"
"You'll see. It's like five more minutes," Bruce promised.
( Famous last words. )
Claudia was at Pembroke Party Store, staring at some banners. Her mother had asked her to get some decorations for Thanksgiving next week. In her basket she already had one of those tissue turkey centrepieces and some random art supplies, so she could make her own name cards. Now she was debating on buying a banner or making it herself. The only danger with making it herself would be, of course, the spelling. Still if she got a bunch of stickers and some new paints and maybe come cardboard letters, it would look a million times better than what she was looking at here. Oh, maybe she could also get some stickers for the kids she babysat for. Her own version of a kidkit was running low with stickers.
( ”The )
( ”The )
Jordan handed a cup of coffee to Mariah, prepared just the way she knew her friend liked it and sat down on couch in their rec room. Today was a good day to hang out with a friend and have some girl time. As much as Jeff was her best friend, he was no girl and girl time was required once and a while.
"I can't believe it's just about a month until Christmas," Jordan said, wrapping her hands around her cup, "I haven't even started my Christmas shopping. How about you?"
"I can't believe it's just about a month until Christmas," Jordan said, wrapping her hands around her cup, "I haven't even started my Christmas shopping. How about you?"
If he really wanted to say it aloud, Cary would admit he had been spending way too much time staying after school, scheming in his office and helping the janitors clean up after the slobs that attending the high school. Sure, he always spent time at the school but ever since the return of his mom, he had been spending more time than ever there.
He just could not stand being around a woman that expected to blend back into the family, like she had never hurt them.
As he passed the AV Room, he paused slightly as he noticed Jacqui sitting at one of the computers. He squinted momentarily at the image on the screen, quirking an eyebrow up in amusement as he recognized the site. He had not pictured her as someone who would take time visiting Go Fug Yourself, and definitely not the type of person to be looking at posts of someone he did not even recognize.
Leaning against the doorframe, he called in a slightly amused voice, "Getting your daily fix of bad celebrity fashion?"
He just could not stand being around a woman that expected to blend back into the family, like she had never hurt them.
As he passed the AV Room, he paused slightly as he noticed Jacqui sitting at one of the computers. He squinted momentarily at the image on the screen, quirking an eyebrow up in amusement as he recognized the site. He had not pictured her as someone who would take time visiting Go Fug Yourself, and definitely not the type of person to be looking at posts of someone he did not even recognize.
Leaning against the doorframe, he called in a slightly amused voice, "Getting your daily fix of bad celebrity fashion?"
Wincing at the pull in her hamstrings, Andi lowered herself into the desk chair in her bedroom. She sucked in a quiet breath through her teeth and then wound her legs around her chair legs to scootch it forward. Ow. Really, this was her own fault. She had rushed through her warm-up yesterday and now she was sore and she had brought it on herself. As she always did.
And pushing through and doing her contemporary dance class anyway today had maybe been a mistake.
Grateful that she had a laptop and didn't have to bend over to turn it on, Andi clicked on her computer. She was sore. She had been working hard all week and so it was absolutely okay that she was taking some time for herself to go browse Go Fug Yourself, right? It's really sad that I've gotten to the point that I'm justifying relaxing to myself.
( TING! )
And pushing through and doing her contemporary dance class anyway today had maybe been a mistake.
Grateful that she had a laptop and didn't have to bend over to turn it on, Andi clicked on her computer. She was sore. She had been working hard all week and so it was absolutely okay that she was taking some time for herself to go browse Go Fug Yourself, right? It's really sad that I've gotten to the point that I'm justifying relaxing to myself.
( TING! )
Brad groaned as he pulled into his driveway to see his sister's car parked there. He was skipping his afternoon classes and wanted to go home and have a nap, and he knew that wasn't going to happen with Amy there. For a moment, he actually considered going back to school.
However, he decided to suck it up and go inside. He could just go back in his room and shut the door and not have to deal with her.
( Read more... )
However, he decided to suck it up and go inside. He could just go back in his room and shut the door and not have to deal with her.
( Read more... )