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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 1:50:53 GMT -8
Normally, Sam wouldn’t be going so fast while riding down the sidewalk, but he was running a tad bit late, and his grandmother expected him home about ten minutes ago. Today was supposed to be the day that they went through the attic to see what they could get rid of, and he had been hoping that there was something up there that he could get away selling to help build up his car fund. It wasn’t a very likely scenario, but it was a plausible one given that his grandparents were a rare variety of packrat that kept only bizarre things.
Well, it looked like fate had other plans for him as he hit an uneven patch of pavement which sent him flying over the front of his bike and onto the sidewalk, but it seemed everyone else was a little luckier than he was as he didn’t think that he hit anyone on his way down. His body landed with a loud ‘thud’ sound, and he ached all over as if he had been hit by a car or something. “Well, that is going to hurt for a while,” he muttered as he picked himself up off the ground. Taking one look at his bike, he also noted that the car fund was going to be getting smaller.
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Post by ELSPETH CROFT on Dec 8, 2014 20:17:12 GMT -8
"I'm so running late!" Elspeth said as she looked at her watch. She was running down the sidewalks, on her way to the fancy lunch her father was having for some of his staff. "Ahh I'm glad I changed into my dress ahead of time." She thought to herself. As she turned around a corner, she had to quickly stop, almost falling over in the process. A guy was laying on the pavement with a messed up bike. As he got up, she noticed that he seemed to have a couple cuts and bruises. "Ah, are you okay?" She asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 7:07:33 GMT -8
As he was brushing off the dirt, Sam heard someone talking to him, and he knew that they were talking to him as there was no one else around that looked like they were injured. Now physically, he looked like a guy who had been engaged in a schoolyard scuffle, so that meant that the question was about his mental state. "Let's find out shall we. How many fingers am I holding up," he asked as he held up his left hand with three fingers up. Normally, it was meant to be the other way around, but this was just for his sake to make sure his brain was still working properly.
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