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 I WANNA STRIKE, Tag: OPEN
ERIC JAMESON CARTER
Posted: Jan 7 2011, 09:01 PM


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Joined: 21-December 10



WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE, HAVE WE LOST OURSELVES?

Eric ran his fingers through his hair whilst casually making his way towards the bowling alley. Most people did not know it, but bowling was a favourite past time of his. It was always so relaxing and if you lost, no one booed you or laughed at you. It was the sort of game where you play it just for the hell of it. Also Eric liked the shoes unlike most people who shy away from the thought of dirty old used shoes. It was heaven in a clothing item form. As he reached outside the bowling alley, he could already he the laughter of the people inside and the dull thud followed by a clatter of a bowling ball hitting the pins. It was all music to his ears. He stepped inside eagerly. He nodded at a few people inside, he'd been there so many times that he had learned most of the regulars' names, and then made his way over to the shoe rack area. Once he got his shoes, he put them on and went to the small cafe in the corner.

Not even bothering to order, Eric just leaned on the table top and waited expectantly for his food. Within two minutes, his usual British scones and cuppa chino was handed over to him and he handed back the exact change. Not picking up the receipt, he sat on one of the benches. Even the bakery people knew him a little too well. The truth be told, he was enjoying the acknowledgement very much. He approached the scone gingerly and took a petite bite out of it. The miniscule bite made his whole body feel a lot much warmer and everything was cosy. Then he sipped the frothy cuppa chino which was of equal delight.

Too soon after, his food had vanished. And then reappeared in his stomach all digested. Sighing, he wished he savoured the food a little more since he had no more money to buy it again. He picked up a pastel yellow coloured bowling ball and strode over to his lane purposefully. Taking a few minutes to adjust his position, he got ready. The ball flew out of his hands and rolled gracefully across the lane. STRIKE! He yelled with delight, disturbing the others around him. Although they did not seem too bothered. In fact, they were quite amused at the teenager's antics. Eric realised he must look like a wonderful comedy act, bowling and cheering on his own but recently he needed time on his own. Life was overwhelming at times.

He ended up scoring a Turkey but then a spare afterwards. Taking his invisible partner's turns was perfectly fine to him. It was just a stupid exercise. Suddenly they turned the speakers on. Music started to blare out of it. Woah, they upgraded the place, he thought to himself approvingly. The song Valerie by Amy Whinehouse featuring Mark Rohnson started to play. Not the worst song in the set list but Eric preferred more rock music himself. Why don't you come on over Valerie?. However the music did get him a little more energised. It was probably a part of the bowling business' plans.

Thanks to the song, he landed another strike. The fun seemed to vow to continue.
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CASSANDRA ALISIA HALE
Posted: Jan 9 2011, 04:26 AM


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Joined: 27-December 10



SO HAPPY I COULD DIE
--- 455. --- ERIC . --- NO NOTES. --- OUTFIT
Cassandra felt naked in her jeans and t-shirt. Her sneakers made her feel short and unbalanced. It was odd, but Cassie grew up in dresses and high heels. Wearing jeans just made her uncomfortable, as odd as that might sound. But, she had been wearing them when her friend called. He was the co-owner of the bowling alley in Westerville. When Cassie picked up the phone he was in hysterics. His wife had just gone into labor with their first child, and he had no one to watch the bowling alley on that busy Friday night. He went on to ask if Cassandra was still in Westerville. After finding out that she had to go back to Dalton because she forgot her pointe shoes in her desk, Cassandra's friend practically begged for Cassandra to come watch over the bowling alley until his sister could get there.

Cassandra wanted to decline. To say that Bia was sick or that she needed to get home to do something else, but Cassandra couldn't find it in herself to say no. It was their first kid after all. So, Cassie said that she would watch it for two hours at the most. She had an almost two-year-old herself. She couldn't stay that long.

So, that's where Cassie was at the moment. She was walking into the Brunswick Bowling Alley for the first, and hopefully last, time in her life. Cassandra despised the idea of bowling. Using shoes that other people had been in grossed her out, and the constant noise was annoying. When her friend had left her in charge, Cassandra couldn't help but instantly become bored and annoyed. Why would anyone want to spend hours in a place that had nothing but noise.

After about five minutes, Cassie couldn't take it anymore and turned on the radio. At least if she had music on, she would be able to focus on the radio and not the annoying bowling pins. After another minute or so, Cassie got bored sitting behind the counter, so she decided to walk around. She had no real interest in watching anyone bowl, but someone caught her eye. He looked familiar. And he was excited about getting strike, so maybe Cassie would at least look like she had some interest in bowling.

When Cassie got closer to the person she thought she knew, Cassandra realized that he was a student at the school she taught at. She couldn't remember if he was in her classes or not, but she was certain that he went to Dalton. A smile appeared on her lips as she walked closer to him. "That was really good. I could never do that," Cassie said. She would at least be social.
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ERIC JAMESON CARTER
Posted: Jan 13 2011, 06:32 PM


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WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE, HAVE WE LOST OURSELVES?

Passing time by bowling as actually quite effective. A whole twenty minutes felt like it had never even happened. However that had a down side since it meant that Eric would have to leave the place much sooner than he had originally planned. If only bowling alleys stayed open like forever...

Thinking the impossible was one of this young man's habits. He would often spend hours just imagining how life would be if things were altered. Not just for his sake but everyone's. He liked to imagine a place were there was peace at all times. No discrimination against age, gender or anything. It would be the sort of world that many heroes such as Martin Luther King Jr. had aimed for but was yet to be accomplished. These deeply emotional thoughts almost distracted him from the fact that a lime green bowling ball was weighing down his left arm. Despite him being right-handed, he always bowled with his left. It was a lot easier for him.

Instead of confidently flinging the bowl at the pins, he sat on the bench and replaced the ball at the rack. He was a little too distracted by himself to do anything. This was the exact opposite reason why he had come here. How ironic. A few moments filled with uninterest and the smell of greasy food and nothing else. Definitley not what he came here for. His previous audience had now dispersed and funnily enough, he wished that their beedy eyes were still keen on him. In a way, Eric Jameson was a man who loved the lime light.

As if his wishes were answered, for once, a woman came up to him and commented on his recent strike. He did not answer immediatley. Taking his time to register her appearance, he realised that she seemed strangley familiar. Where had he seen her before? A few seconds ticked by then the light bulf went off. It was the creative writing teacher at Dalton. He smiled at her, not really knowing what words should come out of her mouth. He also had to admit, she was pretty hot for a teacher but he kept that to himself. "Thanks er miss." he replied awkwardly. Does a student still call their teacher miss out of school? He decided to break the silence. "So uh what are you doing here?" he asked conversationally.

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