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Post by chani on Apr 11, 2011 11:49:32 GMT 10
  The scene unfolded was much like any ordinary Saturday afternoon. While the dusty-haired male rummaged through his dingy fridge in the hopes of finding something edible and not spoiled, the news was at a volume near thirty-three in the background. His laptop sat upon the cluttered coffee table, open to a word document and a half-written article he’d restarted plenty of times. Finally, his hands reached a Tupperware container nearly full of lasagna he’d made a couple nights ago. He popped the cracked container into the microwave oven to reheat before he grabbed a beer from a case near the garbage. Dechlin wasn’t a hardcore drinker, not in the least, but he tended to have a beer every so often. Not enough to get completely wasted, no. Just a small sample as if to say he drank something. It was a meager excuse. In reality, he hadn’t a clue why he drank. Being twenty-one, it seemed the thing to do. He’d drank a couple bottles of beer before his legal age, but that had been at parties his wilder friends dragged him, too. He liked the taste, he supposed. Perhaps that was the reason behind his drinking the golden liquid. He lingered in the small kitchenette of his small apartment before he settled back onto the couch.
On the screen, the wrinkled old anchor was beginning to describe more aftermath of the Japan Tsunami. Dechlin’s eyes searched the exclusive footage of the damage. He shook his head, clicking his tongue in amazement. “Damn,” he mumbled, rubbing his brow with his single free hand. He brought the beer bottle to his lips, taking a small sip before he set it on the bare oak side table. The footage of drifting cars, a huge water tower floating as if it was nothing and even the large building being elevated by the water perked Dechlin’s attention, mostly. He ate his lasagna with slow chews, his brain completely captivated. The footage lasted nearly ten minutes, but the sharp ring of his cell phone caused the boy to jump. He searched his front pocket before he found the item and brought it to his ear. “Hello?” he spoke into it with a mouth full of food. “Dechlin? This is Stephanie.” Stephanie? Did Dechlin even know a Stephanie? As he paused to answer her, he quickly wracked his memory for any clue into who this may be. “Stephanie?” he questioned. “Is this the wrong number?” Dechlin chuckled, shaking his head. “No, this is Dechlin. I’m just having memory loss problems, I suppose. I can’t seem to place your name.” This time, it was she who had the last laugh. “My apologies. This is Miss Steph, Sophie’s therapist.” Oh, everything was so clear now. Wait. Why was she calling him? Did something happen to Sophie?
“Oh, in that case, how may I help you?” Stephanie was quick to explain she’d received a call this morning from Sophie saying she was disgruntled by an action her father took. Dechlin didn’t know all that much about Sophie’s home life, but he had heard her father was quite the charmer. “Oh, of course…” he said clearly into the speaker. “I’d be more than happy to try and entertain Sof. Can you call her and make sure she knows I’m coming within the hour?” As he clicked the red end call button, he allowed his head to roll back onto the couch. Truth was, he would much rather not spend the afternoon with a depressed fourteen—or was she thirteen?—year old girl who had daddy issues. He wasn’t her daddy. He was Dechlin, a busy boy with college class assignments to complete and the article to finish. He even had half a mind to finally clean out the neglected refrigerator, breeding thousands of bacteria as he simply sat and pondered his thoughts. The Japan news story was far gone now, and the news anchor was signing off. Dechlin breathed in a long breath before he stood to his feet and began on his merry way. Before he was able to dash away, he quickly switched out his shirts. Rather than the gray he had on before, splattered with tomato sauce, he pulled a white tee over his head. It was questionable to whether the white matched his dark jeans, but he was too frustrated to give much thought to that, either. Maybe it would be better to call up Miss Steph and cancel.
After a moment’s thought, he decided against it. Sophie was feeling uncomfortable, so he had a duty to try and enlighten her. Perhaps there would be something for him in the end. Even if there wasn’t, Dechlin did care somewhat for the kid. Dechlin knew how daddy issues went. Hell, he was still experiencing them himself. Dechlin had never been close to his dad. Not when he was only seeing him every weekend and certainly not when he saw him every day. He couldn’t even remember when he had last seen his old man. Was it last Christmas? He believed so. Dechlin chuckled beside himself. He knew very well this whole ordeal was ideally all his fault. Why didn’t he feel the tiniest bit of guilt? He tried numerous answers to fit the bill, but not a single one was able to properly explain his train of thought. No logic. No obscurity. Nothing. He steered his onyx Toyota 4Runner up the drive of the small girl’s home. He was careful to park his 4Runner between two cars across the street. Dechlin had a faint idea as to where he wanted to take the small girl. He was highly considering the Marina. It wasn’t too far away from his place, even if the stands were often a little too pricy for his liking. There were plenty of attractions to try, and food wasn’t a drive away. He approached the door in which contained the thirteen year old before he rapped upon its surface three times. Then, it was all a waiting game.
tagged. sophie
words 1,014
outfit. hurr
notes. eh. Sorry if it’s ehh.
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Post by soph on Apr 12, 2011 12:53:15 GMT 10
[/font][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Can't show up on time [/font][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] Sophie had been sitting in her room for hours not moving. She had her knees hugged closed to her chest and she had her head down on her knees, she had been crying but she wasn't anymore, but if you looked at the girl you could see right away that at some point she had been.
Chewing on her bottom lip she lifted her head and slid her phone out of her back pocket of her jeans keeping it on the bed next to her she scrolled down in her phone till she came to Sophie O'Shae's name and she clicked it. It was more of just an impulse thing really but before she could think her answering machine came up and she was leaving her a message.
'Miss Sophie, this is Sophie...I know I really shouldn't call you on your cell but I...my father" there was a long pause in the message, Sophie didn't know how her father treated her, even though she was sure the lady could have a hunch. "Mike took all my stuff away. He..." she was failing at her lie at the moment and it was making her nervous. "He yelled at me for coming home a couple minutes late and he took my door off and took all my shoes but one pair and my clothes but the pair I have on and my purse...he took my purse away and my computer but I told him I lost my phone. I just wanted to talk to you..." she closed her phone and took in a deep breath. That lie was about as far out as could be, what really happened was she was late coming home after school and her father did punish her but it was most physical than anything else and he fought with her, with her phone but eventually he just gave up after throwing her in her room, which was where she had been since he did.
Tears once again threatened to fall from her eyes but she simply swallowed them down and shifted on the ground a little hearing Mike shuffle through things then slam the door leaving.
Sophie's cell lit up and the name 'Sophie' danced on the screen. Hesitantly she answered the phone and her voice shook as she spoke, sometimes Sophie thought Sophie was able to tell when she was lying. "Hello?" she said softly clearing her throat. She listened to Sophie tell her that Dechlin was going to come and hang out with her for a few hours to help her feel better because she was busy at the moment or she would gladly of picked her up. "Okay Miss Sophie. I love you bye." she said in a quiet voice like normal and she then hung up. After hanging up she began to get ready and she hopped Mike wouldn't come back anytime soon.
The blond took a seat on one of the stools in the kitchen as she waiting for Dechlin to show up. Sophie liked Dech but in a different sort of way, it was a big step for the girl to even talk to the guy, any older guy in general. Sof wasn't a flirt and she didn't plan to be anytime soon.
The knock at the door startled the blond and she hopped down off the stool and walked over to the door opening it now a visible smirk appearing on her face. "Oh look, if it isn't Dech the all time magazine writer" she said with a smirk and then took a step out onto the porch. Sophie was very obviously in a hurry to get out of this house.
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