SNEAK ATTACK (TUBEROSE)

[jocelyn sophia grace]

JOCELYN SOPHIA GRACE

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Jocelyn squinted up at the bright blue sky. It was Saturday afternoon, sometime around 2 or 3, Jocelyn being Jocelyn lost track of time easily so it was always just a guess. She slowly walked into the middle of the green field, and glanced up at the sky. It was too pretty of a day for her to spend inside-something she would be doing if she hadnt stood up to her mom earlier in the year. Joce had been dancing most of her life, and it was just a part of her. But in the beginning of freshman year she had begun to make tons of friends and wanted to be able to do stuff outside of school with them. Thus leading to a very loud discussion with her mom before finally settling on no dance during Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. It took her a while to get used to extra time, sleeping in, and not having to rush to finish homework and chores. Joce really did love to dance and she put her heart into it, but she definintly needed a social life, somewhere to be louder, uncontrolled and sometimes reckless, and usually much more relaxed. But having nothing to do for 3 days did bug her, it wasn't like she planned things out. She was more of the 'live in the moment and I'll plan while I'm there' kind of person.

Joce let out a soft sigh, she wished her buddies would reply to her. Most of them were on random vacation, at pre-planned things, or just not answering. Her weekends were her only free time, she didn't like to waste it. She pulled the hood of her hoodie on and laid down on the grass. It was only November yet so only light breezes dominated the daytime and a hoodie was perfect length-plus it was fluffy! She laid down and stared at the sky and slow moving clouds, she instantly began making shaped out of them. Her energy level was midline, but with no one to do anything it was leaning to the down low. Goodness I need to find something to do ASAP! she thought to herself, knowing that something good always came out of saturdays. Jocelyn continued making shapes out of the clouds finding ducks, cars, and even a lawnmower looking thing which did make her let loose a giggle. Maybe she could find something amazing to do after all. She propped herself up on her hands and looked around, What to do..what to do..? she thought to herself. Seeing the green storage building with equipment of all kinds she knew something amazing hid within.

Now a with a plan in mind she hopped up from her position in the field and set a quick pace over to the large storage shed. Knowing from past experience they didn't lock it on Saturdays til after basketball let out, she aimed in that direction. She didn't really know what she planned to mess with but did plan on returning it. She prayed she wouldn't get caught as she open the large squeaking green door wide to let in the light. Her eyes did a quick scan as she looked over the numerous possibilities; jump rope, mini trampolines, chalk, cones, ropes, balls, nets, mats for gymnastics, and all kinds of training equipment. And then Jocelyn found a few nerf and water guns laying around. "JAAAaaaack pot!" she sang to herself excitedly. Those would be quite entertaining for a very long time. A friend would be more fun but surprise attacking people? Just as good if not better. Jocelyn skipped over to them and held two big @$$ semi-automatic nerf guns in her hand. "Hell yes!" she stared wide eyed at them and she scanned for bullets. Finding a box filled with nerf bullets she loaded the guns and exited the storage to find her first victim.
this is tagged for TUBEROSE and from JOCE. just an fyi there are EIGHT HUNDRED & FIFTEEN words written for your pleasure. JOCELYN is wearing DARK GREEN HOODIE, BLUE JEANS, & AN EVIL SMILE and is in a  VERY MISCHEVIOUS mood right now. notes-->finally up sorry >,< hope it's AHMAZING!!

[tuberose dom helheim]

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He had been walking since twelve o'clock in the morning. Where had he been walking to? Now that was the question, and the answer was something that Tuberose didn't even know himself. He was lost. Stepping onto a sidewalk, he looked at the buildings around him aimlessly. The only good thing about being lost in Tuberose's case was that he had no place to get to today, and he had all the time in the world. Nothing was familiar about the area of town he had just entered in, and Tuberose found himself smiling. He could always manage to get lost, no matter where he was. One time he had gotten lost two blocks away from his apartment and hadn't gotten home until the next morning. And that hadn't been the first time, that's for sure. No, Tuberose was an expert at getting completely lost in New York. It was funny, though, because he had been raised his entire life in the state. He had been born in NY and hadn't ever lived outside of it. One would think that he was an expert at navigating busy street ways and downtowns, but he wasn't. In fact, Tuberose had been trying to find his way to Wal-Mart. The sad thing being that he went there nearly every week, and yet somehow he had still managed to get lost. Maybe he shouldn't have tried walking down the street with his eyes closed for fun. Not only was it a safety hazard to others and himself, it also proved to get him extremely disoriented. Oh well, what was he to do now?

Turning down a foreign street, Tuberose found himself in the direct path of a giant building! It was humongous! At first it scared him, for it looked like some sort of cult compound. Then he realized, his hand smacking himself in the forehead, that it was his school! He must've stumbled across a back way to it! And although the school was one place Tuberose had thought he'd never be glad to see, he was glad that he wasn't as lost as he had first believed. He knew how to get home now. Of course, he didn't really want to. It was a Saturday, after all. What could he do at home that was any better than what he could do out in the great city of Manhattan? Nothing, that's what. Back home at his apartment it was boring and dull and nothing ever happened because it was just him. But Tuberose knew that if he wandered around long enough he would eventually discover someone to talk to. And anyway, Tuberose figured as he looked up at the sky, it was a pretty nice day and he knew he could use some time outdoors. It was quiet obvious when one looked at Tuberose that he didn't spend that much time under the sun; he was as pale as pale could be. His skin nearly white, Tuberose just didn't find the joy in tanned skin as much as others his age. He guessed it was pretty . . . But his skin didn't naturally get all dark, and neither did he want to spend all his precious time outdoors getting skin cancer. Nope. White and nerdy was just fine with him.

Skipping down a small hill that led to the school's property, Tuberose was in good spirits. Maybe he could find something there to do. All his friends were out of town for the weekend or doing some secret thing that Tuberose hadn't been privy on. That was okay though. Tuberose knew he could make fun on his own. He looked from the school to the fields and back again. Which one? Well, Tuberose thought, the school was mostly locked up. They didn't want any hooligans running around and messing things up, after all. But the field was always open. And even if it wasn't, Tuberose knew he could probably just hop the fence if he really wanted in. Deciding on the field, he made his way over to the gate and opened it. The smell of freshly cut grass hit him and he took a step back. Tuberose had never been one for sports, especially not football or soccer or any other outdoor activities. They just weren't his thing, and frankly, he wasn't athletic enough for them. Tuberose was a twig who would have surely snapped under the weight of some big football hulking dude. He also thought sports were extremely boring. It was safe to say that Tuberose was a stranger to the football field for the most part, but that didn't mean that he wasn't excited as he shut the gate behind him. He hoped that someone was there and that they could find something to do.

Leaning over, Tuberose set down his backpack. It was just a habit of his, to carry one around with him where ever he went. It was like his version of a purse; it carried all the essentials that he knew he couldn't have left without. Such as a packet of old gum, a pair of emergence socks (pink, by the way), a bottle of water that was half empty, a few spare coins, and a can of bug repellent. Yep. He left it behind as he walked into the middle of the field, though, because he didn't want to have to carry it around any longer. That was when Tuberose saw the green shed out of the corner of his eye. Excitement flaring in his mind, Tuberose knew that something good had to come from the building. After all, they wouldn't have painted it green if that wasn't true, right? It called to Tuberose like a beacon, and he found himself drawn to it. He couldn't see anyone around, so Tuberose figured it was safe to check it out. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he said as he made his way to the building. When he got closer, he made out the back of a person. It was definitely a girl, but Tuberose couldn't tell who it was from just the back of her head. "Hey!" he called loudly, waiting to see who would turn around, and whether or not the two of them could find something to do.

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notes ||it is!! and don't worry 'bout it!
tags ||Jocelyn Grace
word count ||one oh four eight
outfit ||clickitifyoudare
lyrics ||awolnation---sail

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