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Post by MACKENZIE MAY BURTON on Jan 26, 2011 14:15:42 GMT 6
tags;; kona-bear! [then Olive, Jamesy, and Jenny haha] status;; complete lyrics;; run this town, jay z words;; one thousand and eighty-five notes;; [:[:[: andd outfittt and i have a graphic to replace those icons, but i'll modify them in later.Only thing that's on my mind Mackenzie’s childhood was emotionally troublesome, to say the least. As a fact, children with troubled childhoods carry negative behavioral patterns into their adulthood. Mackenzie was not an adult, but the behavioral patterns she was carrying around in her teenage years were not far off from when she was below double digits. In a way Mackenzie had always found herself to be like a twisted version of Rapunzel. She wasn’t the princess that was taken and locked away at birth, but the opposite. Her parents had locked their little princess away to live and learn on her own. In a sense, Mackenzie was out of sight and out of mind. As a child, her parent’s lack of love caused her tremendous grief and sorrow, and many a tear filled night. She would often question why she was left out in the cold while Alexander basked in the sunshine of their love. What had she possibly done to deserve the treatment she received from the people that were supposed to love her most? It wasn’t until she had overheard one of her parent’s conversations that Mackenzie learned that her existence was something that Jack and Camille were nearly inconvenienced by. This idea was hard for Mackenzie to understand at such a young age. At the time, she was simply not mature enough to understand. But as she grew, the reality of that conversation consumed her. Mack always felt that if she did something right her parent’s would finally appreciate her. That if she was to excel at something they would notice her and be proud of the little girl they created; but this wasn’t entirely true. Jack Burton hardly remembered his daughter, and Camille was simply against abortion and adoption. Jack and Camille didn’t have any interest in Mackenzie’s grades or talents. They didn’t want to be bothered by parent-teacher conferences and open houses for school. There was never a time where Jack and Camille felt as if they needed to coddle her from the dangers of the world. They were too busy with their careers and first child to consider Mackenzie. And even though Mackenzie consciously knew all of these things she still craved their attention. The young girl was simply tired of living her life in the background, so when she entered high school, she found it made the most sense to reinvent herself. Getting the attention in school was not hard. Mackenzie knew that dressing less than conservatively would put herself out there. Then she started to party, and when she partied she almost always hooked up with a guy and did something stupid with her friends. But even this didn’t grab her parent’s attention. So Mackenzie knew she had to go bigger. She started cat fights, keyed a car or two, broke her arm cliff diving, broke into the bank, got caught speeding, and still Jack and Camille had no intent to care. Where her parents didn’t give her attention, her peers did. Suddenly, Mack had gone from cute and sweet in middle school to a badass bombshell in high school. Tons of people knew her from her reputation as a party girl, and that attention kept Mack going. She liked being noticed and cared about, just two of the things she never was at home. With all of that out in the open, so to speak, there were points in Mackenzie’s life where she suffered from small bouts of depression. Usually, she became depressed around Christmas vacation and the beginning of summer, the two times where she was mostly stuck at home because everyone she knew was traveling. Then of course, there was her birthday. Mack had a hard time coping around these times of year because while everyone else was feeding off of their families love, she was alone. She had never had a family Christmas party to attend, a family reunion to dread, or a birthday party. She carries such a deep longing to feel loved and to have someone to talk to, but Mackenzie has never been able to let people in. By letting people in, she was giving them the chance to hurt her, and that wasn’t something she was willing to do. Mackenzie felt like no one could understand her and all the pain and envy she harbored from her family. As Mack hit the twenty-one mile mark, she tried not to focus on how badly she wanted to win. She didn’t want to win for herself, she wanted to win so her family would recognize her success. Her legs were beginning to hurt from the intensity of running so fast and hard and her mouth was dry from becoming dehydrated. Mackenzie never understood how she could be so dehydrated when the rest of her body glistened with beads of sweat. It was just something she had never taken the time to understand. Her eyes only focused on the stretch of road in front of her. She hadn’t stopped to take in the scenery or smile for the people on the sidelines; she just needed to keep going. For someone who was challenging their endurance, Mackenzie still managed to look pretty. She had a small strand of hair that had slipped from her ponytail and framed her face, her short black shorts complimented her long legs and toned ass, and her tank top clung to her slender frame. For this she felt lucky, a lot of people in the beginning didn’t look half as good as she did. However, Mack was aware that the pain she felt in her body would soon become unbearable. But Mackenzie didn’t know how to just ease up; she was going for what she wanted. Running was an escape for Mackenzie, just like working on her car. She was able to stop thinking about everything in life and do what she wanted in that moment. However, after running for so long, it was hard to keep her mind completely empty. She kept thinking about how sweet victory would be and how ecstatic she was to soon see her friend’s smiling faces. Especially since it would be like her own little sea of pink watching and waiting. She couldn’t wait any longer to win and celebrate. Mackenzie was desperate to get a huge hug from Kona and Jenny for winning, to see the sign that Olive made her, and to smile brightly for James’s camera. These thoughts made her run faster, even though Mackenzie could feel that she was pushing her limit. is who's gonna run this town tonight
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Post by KONA NICOLE ANDERSON on Jan 27, 2011 5:06:21 GMT 6
they've been askin', they've been searchin' !
they've been wonderin' why ! Underneath the hot Miami sun, one small girl rode with her head low. Beads of sweat glistened around her ice blue eyes, and these eyes were burning holes into the ground with the amount of intensity they held. Her patience was wearing thin. Every several seconds, she'd throw her weight down only to pull it up to make her bike jump. It hurt and the pain took her mind away from the present time. The little girl had been checked by security countless time, but it wasn't a wonder why. She was wearing all black with her face hidden behind a brass knuckle bandana. Her hat was turned bill to the side and her hair was a bird's nest. She held her body tense and her constant furrowed brows hadn't helped her case, nor had her single bandaged leg. Yes, Kona knew the thug life. She had died hard and got rich trying. She had worn the colors and flipped out the signs of a gang. She had slid across the hood of a police car in an attempt to avoid bullets. She knew the sound of a gun and a dropping body. Kona knew the feeling of handcuffs that were just a bit too tight, and she knew how rough hands felt when they were searching for drugs. However, she had left those days behind and the recent reminder wasn't welcome. She rolled her eyes pushing the thoughts away; this was Mack's day and Kona didn't want to be a bitch slappin' mood.
So, she started to dance. She leaned back on her bike and held her fists out like she was pimpin'. She leaned forward and brought her ass up and started shaking her head, and that was the embarrassing moment when she saw runners coming. Beneath her bandana she blushed before quickly slamming her butt against the beat and readying herself to ride. James had tried to convince Kona to come to the finish line, but she refused. She knew the final stretch was the hardest, and she was going to be there for Mackenzie. Her eyes scanned the few leading runners trying to get a lock on Mackenzie. "Heh," she chuckled seeing her friend go hard. Mackenzie was one hell of a fighter. She pumped her foot down and started riding at Mack's pace. "Let's do this!" She screamed at her friend. "Get badass, baby!"
Kona felt so damn dirty. Whoever set up this stupid sideline area was a moron, did they not think people would be on the sideline cheering people on? The sideline was a dirt road, and Kona did not appreciate it. She slid her bandana further up her nose. "Push it! We all believe in you!" Her hair had begun to cling to her sweaty neck and chest. She doubted Oliver, James, or Jenny would recognize her. They, with the exception of Oliver, had only seen her after hours of primping. She eased into her next gear and let the wheels run for a bit before pumping again. She had done this less to cheer Mackenzie on, and more to let her know she would never be alone with Kona. She would be there for her during the toughest moments, and that was why she had decided to bike along on the sidelines. "Show them you run this town!"
She was certain she had popped a stitch in her leg. Kona lowered her eyes and saw two small red dots near her knee. She rolled her eyes and pumped harder having lost pace with Mack. For the most part, Kona was gliding on her bike. It only stung, so she paid little attention to it. She'd clean it up later; she was too focused on making sure Mack got her win to care about a stupid stitch. Mackenzie had wanted this win so bad. Kona had been training with her and researching the best diets and sending them to her. She was looking forward to flying off her bike and tackling Mack in a sweaty, dirty hug. She was going to scream her head off with excitement and treat everyone to ice cream on the beach tonight. Mackenzie could use a relaxing night on the beach with a bonfire and all her friends celebrating her victory. Even if she lost, which she wouldn't because if they said she did Kona was going to walk up the judges table real thug life and demand a recount, Kona was going to throw the shindig anyway because Mackenzie was still kicking ass.
Kona had very few people in her that she could see proud of, but Mackenzie was certainly one of them. She amazed Kona. Who the hell could for 23 miles straight? Kona could start having to puke after ten or so. As much as she loved to run, Kona was not a runner. She was more into extreme sports, and table sports. Kona kicked ass in pool, foosball, shuffleboard, darts, and etc. Perhaps it was because she had grown up with Tamson. He had raised her after Joshua's death, and he had raised her to be quite the fireball. She was loyal though. Tamson had taught her to never let a friend be alone.
Her head poked up and she saw Mackenzie and smiled. "Go at! That's my girl!" She was so proud of Mackenzie. She could not wait to make it to the finish line with her. Well, that wasn't true. She couldn't wait to run into a crowd of people and bike over their feet to be with her. There was a line of tape that get her from actually crossing the finish line. As the crowd at the finish line began to appear in view, it dawned on Kona that biking had not been the smartest idea. That was a very dense crowd, and she didn't expect them to enjoy being biked over. She chewed her lip for a second before deciding if they were smart people, they would move. She was going to be the first one to tackle Mackenzie with a big Kona-bear hug just as Mack had been the first person Kona saw at the hospital.
tags , olive oil word count , 1029 notes , it sucks, but she has a cute outfit! credits ,lyrics belong to lil' wayne and the picture was found on photobucket.
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Post by JENNIFER NOELLE MONTGOMERY on Jan 29, 2011 8:19:55 GMT 6
breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep J
[/color][/font] enny was one of those people that tried never to let their friends down. When she had heard that Mack was going to be in a marathon, it only seemed right for her to go and cheer her on. She was happy to help support and encourage her friends. She and Mackenzie weren’t best friends or anything, but she was good friends with her. The girl was fun to hang out with, even though they were part of different scenes. Mackenzie was sweet, and she was very close with Kona, who was a very close friend of Jenny. It only seemed natural that they would end up hanging out together. It was the reason that she had gone to her house the night before and she and Kona had provided suggestions on how to help calm her down and made sure that she had gotten to sleep at a decent hour so she would be well rested.
Jenny had gone from Mackenzie’s house to school, and made a pit stop at the café before going to see Mack off before the beginning of the marathon. She provided everyone with coffee and a few different baked goods to keep them entertained after they drove to the finish line. They knew it was going to be a pretty long wait, even if Mackenzie was the fastest runner. It took a while to run twenty-three miles. She brought Kona some hot chocolate, but she had somehow managed to disappear. She brought James his favorite, which she was more than fully aware of from all of the times he had been a customer at the café before they had gone out. She of course knew her own favorite coffee, and she had no idea what to get for Oliver, but she couldn’t leave him out, even if they didn’t particularly like each other, so she simply brought him hot chocolate because it was nearly impossible to go wrong with hot chocolate.
She also had brought two bags full of different baked goods. They had made apple and cherry turnovers that morning, so she had packed a few of those away. She also brought blueberry and chocolate chip muffins, and various different kind of cookies. And at the last minute she had tossed in some blondies and brownies. She wanted to make sure that everyone could find something they liked without clearing out their whole display case and back room. She offered them to everyone to snack on while they waited for Mackenzie to get to the finish line.
It was three-thirty when the marathon had started, and the sun was slowly setting in the sky. They had been waiting at the finish line for a while, but Jenny didn’t mind at all. It meant that she got to spend time with James. She was less enthusiastic about her time with Oliver, and Kona had gone off to cheer Mack on and get her through the last leg of the marathon. Jenny’s coffee was long gone and the sun was beginning to set, which meant it was getting cooler. It never really got cold in Miami, but Jenny still found herself wishing that she had brought a jacket. The breeze was cool on her bare arms.
She leaned over the tape and looked down the lane, hoping to catch a glimpse of the marathon runners, hopefully with Mack leading them all, but there was no sign of them yet. She got the feeling that she’d know they were coming from the cheering. There were people lining the sides of the marathon path from beginning to end, but the crowd got very dense toward the end. She sighed and took a step back, glancing over at the two boys that she was with, both of whom were glammed up in some pink attire, Mack’s team colors. She couldn’t help but smile. They really were some kind of supportive to be wearing pink for Mack. “Nothing yet,”[/color] she reported, settling next to James and rocking back and forth. Her arms were crossed in a sad attempt to keep her warm. status , complete. tag , jamesy. word count , six hundred and eighty-three. outfit , here.notes , sorry it took so long! credit , everything to me. 'cept lyrics. they're dashboard confessional's. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by JAMES WILLIAM HOPKINS on Jan 29, 2011 12:14:38 GMT 6
tags-Oliver? I guess there's a new order. Ladies first. word count-887 status-completed notes-im too lazy right now to put in a picture. dont judge.
James had his camera ready, just like he promised. He had already taken pictures of everyone, with the exception of Kona who was missing, and the scenery behind them. He felt stupid in the pink polo he had went and gotten to match Jenny, but he supposed that it was the thought that counted. He probably should’ve bought a button up shirt instead of the polo that made him look like a tool. Why was pink their team color anyways? Couldn’t it have been blue, purple, or even orange?! The only thing that kept his embarrassment to a minimum was that he wasn’t the only one in pink.
James then looked over at Jenny and put his arm around her. He didn’t know if she was cold, it just felt like the right thing to do. He hoped that she hadn’t thought he looked like a tool. That would just be the cherry on top of it all. He smiled as Jenny gave them a status report and nodded. “Should be any minute now” he said looking down the track. He and Jenny had a really nice time on their first date, and he was eventually going to ask her on a second. He had felt awkward doing it at the closure of their first date, and online just seemed entirely too tacky. He really believed in doing things face to face. James had a general interest in Jenny, she was the most normal out of everyone he had met. She was the kind of girl that felt right for him. She was sweet, reserved, and had a level head. Not to mention, she made a really good brownie. And he was beginning to crave a cherry turnover. It was kind of weird to see Jenny with Kenzie and Kona at times. But he figured where Kona was unpredictable, Jenny was calm and when Kenzie overdid something, Jenny brought her back down to earth. He didn’t get “the one” vibe, but he felt something. Maybe it was just young love, but it’s always better to take a stab at it rather than not at all. But even that thought to James felt weird. He didn’t know if it was young love just yet, he was very careful with tossing the word love around.
His attention was taken away though as cheering was beginning to erupt a little over a half mile away. It didn’t take James more than a minute to realize that the girl on the bike riding along the security tape was Kona. He had tried to get her to wait with the rest of them but Kona refused over and over again. He shook his head as he looked from the girl to the crowd and wondered how exactly she planned to pull this one off. The crowd was rather dense and he honestly hoped she wouldn’t run into the judges table or the makeshift areas of local photographers. In the back of his mind James wondered why he didn’t get an area like that. It would have been the smartest idea.
As more people began to cheer, James leaned against the railing that divided him from the area with the runners. His camera was already on and ready, all he had to do was wait for Mackenzie to cross the finish line. The idea that anyone could run for 23 miles straight was insane. He had heard from the people talking that there were stops for water but he knew that Mack wouldn’t have stopped. She had been obsessed about cutting her time down, he chuckled a little thinking about her actually taking a break for a moment. There was no way in hell that was going to happen.
As the runners came closer it wasn’t hard to spot Mackenzie. She was quite possibly the only person that could look as good as she did after running for so long. He couldn’t tell if she was in the lead or not but she was definitely hauling ass while making it look effortless. How she had the energy to even do so after so long, he had no idea. James was never one for running. He had been on the swim team in high school and had a generally built body from that, but running was a whole different ball game. If you fell, there wasn’t a body of water to catch you, there was just terrain. And falling on pavement, or dirt, or anything of the sort was ridiculously painful.
James didn’t know what to say if he cheered , so he stayed on the quiet side. He always felt awkward cheering for people. It wasn’t that it was a bad gesture or anything, but he just felt like all the cheering would be a distraction. All the hooting and hollering would become a bit too much. That’s how he used to feel when people would cheer at swim meets, distracted, like he didn’t know which way to look. However, he didn’t have to worry about such a thing at the moment. As the little group stood against the rail just after the finish line James was happy to have the waiting come to a close. Waiting, it seems, is always the hardest part, but it was only a matter of minutes now.
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Post by OLIVER APOLLO HAYES on Jan 31, 2011 23:06:43 GMT 6
all i do is win, win, winNO MATTER WHAT O
[/i][/color][/font] liver kind of figured when you live with someone, even if it’s only for a week, you come to support them if they decide to do something brave, but also completely insane. Like run for twenty-three straight miles. People who live in a house with someone that decide to do something like run twenty-three miles without stopping should go and support that person, or at least buy them some kind of card. Because that shit is not easy to do, and Oliver had no idea how Kenzie managed to do it. So there he was with some of her other friends, waiting patiently at the finish line, knowing that Kenzie would be approaching soon. She was passionate about winning, and she had trained very hard. Even when they were living together, half the time she had spent running. All of that being said, he couldn’t help but wonder why Kenzie’s parents weren’t here. This marathon was huge, and she needed support. He knew that part of the reason she was doing this, as much as she refused to admit it, was to win her parents approval. He saw it in her. He knew the feeling all too well, so it was pretty easy to spot it in other people after so many years.
Oliver wasn’t so sure about the company he had to wait with while Mackenzie made her way to the finish line. He didn’t mind Kona, of course, but she had disappeared hours ago. He wasn’t Jenny’s biggest fan, not really because he didn’t like her, simply because he didn’t care for the girl. She was too uptight for his liking. He imagined she wouldn’t be so bad if someone could bring out the more reckless side of her, but he had yet to seen it done. She had brought him hot chocolate and all kinds of delicious baked goods, so she was on his good side today. And then there was James, who Oliver also wasn’t completely crazy about. Of course they had the brotherhood and everything. Honestly, Oliver didn’t mind James. He enjoyed poking fun at him. He was such an easy target. He couldn’t really imagine them hanging out much except for when their whole little group got together. As Oliver watched James put his arm around Jenny and her lean into him, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little. They were a good couple, but Oliver had never really been a big fan of the whole ‘couple’ thing. He dug through the bag of pastries and pulled out a peanut butter cookie and took a bite out of it.
He turned when he heard cheering begin. It was almost time. He shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth and picked up the sign that he had made for Kenzie. It was, quite frankly, an ugly thing. What did Oliver know about making signs? It was on a plain piece of white poster board. On it, in Oliver’s large, messy handwriting, was scrawled the words “GO KENZIE.” He wasn’t sure what else to write or how to decorate it or if it needed decorating. He had drawn a stick figure running and added some dark hair to it so that Kenzie would know that it was her. Despite Oliver’s best efforts, the stick figure was barely passable as such, and it looked more like it was tripping over itself than running. He wasn’t artistic. He would be the first to admit it. After fucking up the stick figure, he took a handful of markers without their caps and made a boarder around the whole thing in rainbow colors. Some of them bled together a little and made ugly brown spots on the paper, but it was beyond Oliver’s fixing. She would get the point, anyway.
He was on the tall side, so he looked over the heads of most of the people in front of him to see the progress. He heard someone yell nearby and out of the corner of his eye saw Kona riding her bike down the narrow dirt rode, almost running into several of the spectators. Oliver couldn’t help but wonder in a slightly irritated way how she had managed to get away with wearing black while the rest of them were stuck wearing pink. James kind of looked like a tool. Jenny looked like she always did since Oliver was pretty sure that girl always had pink on her somewhere, And Oliver had to dig to the back of his closet to find his lonely button down pink shirt that he could only wish to forget about. Oliver had to admit, he pulled it off well, but he didn’t appreciate the looks that he had gotten from a couple of guys when they had been at the start of the marathon to see Kenzie off. Oliver held the sign over his head and watched as Mackenzie approached them. He let out a couple woots and words of inspiration to get her through the last couple of minutes of the marathon as he followed her to the finish line.
It had taken forever for her to get there it felt like, but she seemed to pass it in a flash. Oliver was cheering wildly, still holding the sign up for her to see. It seemed like everyone was taking pictures or scribbling notes on her information so that they could report it. Jenny and James both had their cameras up and were shooting Kenzie. Oliver tucked the sign under his arm and grabbed a couple of cups of water for Kenzie to drink since he was sure that she hadn’t taken any while she had been running. “Kenzie, you won!” he cheered. “You go girl,”[/color] he added in a playful gay voice. Hey, he was working it anyway, might as well go all out and get a laugh out of her. She deserved it after what she had just done. status , complete. tag , kenzie. word count , nine hundred and ninety-three. notes , sorry it took forever. credit , everything to tina 'cept lyrics to dj khaled. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by MACKENZIE MAY BURTON on Feb 7, 2011 9:24:58 GMT 6
tags;; kona-bear! status;; complete lyrics;; fearless, taylor swift words;; one thousand three hundred fifty-one. notes;; i feel so horrible this took forever & im too lazy to replace the icons.
Capture it, You know that moment? That moment where things just seem like life was taken from a scene in a movie, you know what I’m talking about. It’s the moment that startles the audience in the theater because something drastic just happened, for Mackenzie, she was living this moment, as everyone in life eventually does. As Mackenzie ran endlessly she was more worried about Kona running multiple people over or falling off of her bike to see just how close to the finish line she was. To be frank, she had no idea what was going on in the moment and she was unaware that this moment had begun, she was just running. “ Kona, watch out for the people!” she called, and that was when things became vague. To start, there was a lot of cheering, which one should expect from spectators at the end of a marathon. People were clapping, shouting words of wisdom, yelling people’s names, and holding signs. The next thing that Mack noticed was the millions of flashes from cameras all around. There were photographers just beyond the finish line and onlookers with cameras ready to capture a win. Mackenzie’s eyes flashed to her left and saw her friends in pink, and if she wasn’t as tired as she was, she would have laughed in hysterics at Oliver’s sign. It was a pretty horrible sign, all she was expecting was a simple “GO MACK!” but he took it to a whole new level. As she looked to her friends and smiled at the support she turned her head back in time to face the last few seconds, even if she wasn’t fully aware of what was going on. Five seconds remaining. The runners were all very intent on crossing the finishing line. Behind Mackenzie was a male of about thirty-two. He had been training for quite some time now, it was apparent by the lack of sweat that dripped from his body, however his body was tense and his knee was ready to give up. He looked at the girl with long hair and tried to run to his full capabilities, however his knee was in too much pain to do so. Whether It was really from his knee pain that the male decided not to push himself further or the possibility that age really has something to do with it in the grand scheme of things, was a question of its own. However, the man would believe it was due to the struggle with his knee and tell reporters after the finish line that the young woman had performed wonderfully and was a strong competitor. Four seconds remaining. On the sidelines of the marathon Alexander Burton stood watching as his sister, of whom he knew vaguely, lead the runners towards the finish line. Of all the things he didn’t know about Mackenzie, he knew that she was extremely dedicated. He would see her from time to time, him in his car, and her running around the city. He wasn’t aware that his blood relative was in pain as she was in, or that she was in any pain. He was unaware of her reasons for wanting to win, he was confused as to why there was a young girl biking along with the runners, and in short, he was rather oblivious. The only way he knew that Mackenzie was even in a marathon was from his best friend James. James was only thirty steps away, with what looked like his girlfriend and another friend of theirs. Three seconds remaining. A journalist stood watching the intensity of the last few seconds, notepad in hand and a pen in the other. He had an access pass to the tents and track of the marathon and had reviewed each of the runners bio’s that the marathons registrations had offered to the paper. Mackenzie Burton was an amateur as far as marathons went, considering this was her first one. However, as the journalist scribbled on his notepad it became apparent that she was running like she had been in a million marathons. Was she considered an underdog? As far as the journalist was concerned, yes, but she ran like she had something to prove. Two seconds remaining. Standing right next to the finish line on the side, a young girl jumped up and down eagerly as she spotted her aunt running. Her aunt, in the blue jumpsuit who would finish in third place, made eye contact with the girl. The young child jumped with more intensity now letting out shrieks of excitement and began clapping like a maniac. However her shrieks turned to curiosity as an older girl dressed in black on a bike became very close. There were people jumping out of the way but the young girl was too in shock to do so. Her parents removed her from harm’s way before Kona could even have the window of opportunity to run her over, but because of the shift in excitement she missed the tape of the finish line be broken, which leads us now to the final second. In the final second of the race the judges stood up at their table. There were three judges, even though they were rather unnecessary. Once a runner crossed the finish line that was pretty much it, there was nothing to truly judge. A winner, was a winner, plain and simple and each of the three judges gave a sigh of relief as a young woman crossed the finish line. In this moment Alexander Burton made his way towards the three people in pink. He approached James, patting him on the back for a second of recognition from his friend. He smiled, his attention diverted, as his sister broke through the finish line dominating over the competition. His eyes flicked to the screen of James’ camera and before any words could be exchanged he went through the following motions. Alexander lifted the white Monster Energy and Fox hat off of his head, messing with this messy brown hair slightly and replaced it to his head. He then put the hood of his matching white hoodie up over the hat, concealing his face from those on the sides of him, put his hands in his jeans pockets, patted his friend once more on the back, and disappeared without a sound. In a way, he had been a phantom to those that hadn’t noticed his presence and walked away from the marathon as if it had never happened. While these things were happening and Mackenzie’s body passed through the finish line she ran a few more steps and stopped. There were even more cameras and voices now and all she could do was stand and blink. She looked around and then behind her in shock. She could feel the hands of others touch her shoulder and give simple congratulations and hear the words of praise from others, but she was in a state of mind where things were very surreal. She turned as she heard the familiar voice and smiled up at the tall boy. Before she spoke she shook her head left to right viewing the cups of water, if she was to drink now she’d throw up for sure. “ I really can’t drink that right now…” she said softly still looking around trying to take everything in, “ I…I won” she repeated back in a mumble. Her brown eyes looked up at Oliver’s face studying him for a moment, then to the world around her, and then returned back to him. “ Holy shit!” she exclaimed finally fully realizing her accomplishment. Her arm swung sending a playful punch to his arm before she gave him a quick hug. Mackenzie started to look around fervently, her body beginning to brace itself for the tackle she felt coming from Kona and eventually she would get around to looking at James’ camera. “ I did it. I won” she mumbled to herself simply because Mackenzie realized that this was the moment. This was the pivotal moment where she was victorious and she was in the moment completely. remember it
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Post by KONA NICOLE ANDERSON on Feb 23, 2011 1:06:07 GMT 6
they've been askin', they've been searchin' !
they've been wonderin' why ! "Shit." Her skin contored and tore as she violently switched gears. Her blue eyes closed tight as she leaned low to her left pushing her tires close to the toes of bystanders. A low wall of mud sprayed over her friends as she crashed into a puddle. Kona crawled forward ignoring the many angry cries behind her. She jumped into Oliver's arms screaming at the top of her lungs. She punched the air chanting her Mackenzie's name.
In one aspect, she looked adorable. Her eyes were closed in a happy smile that was hidden beneath a banadana. Her giggles stood out among the hoots and hollars. Despite being covered in mud, she was pretty. Her hat had fallen off and her hair was all over her face. She had been compared to a warrior woman from the Amazon on a few occasions. She was alluring, hated clothes, and even covered in sweat, mud, and/or bloodd she was incredibly sexy.
On the other hand, she looked terrifying. Her muscles were well-toned and practiced. She was lean and her eyes were lustful for something wild and wonderful. She was unpredictable and dangerous, which is probably why she had the attention of all the wrong sort of people. Now, she isn't an animal. Despite her earthy and spirtied actions, she managed the composure of a lady that made others admire her and want to crash their dirt bikes into the mud. She was unusual, and it was beautiful.
"ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM FOR THE CHAMPI-uh?" Kona looked down startled to see Oliver's face and not Mackenzie's. Her blue eyes widened and she suddenly seemed like she might cry. Her head whirled around trying to find Mackenzie. Her eyes looked down at Olvier accusingly. Mackenzie was behind him. She smacked him and jumped down. "Perv! You saw me running to Mackenzie and got in my way!" She stormed past him and taklced Mackenzie with giggles and smiles. "ICE CREAM FOR THE CHAMPION! ICE CREAM!" Poor Oliver, Kona had actually been bolting for him from the start. She just...missed, and she blamed him for it.
"ICE CREAM ON JENNY! ICE CREAM FOR MACKENZIE! JAMES, FETCH THE CAR, OLD FELLOW! THE CHAMPION NEEDS ICE CREAM!" Kona pushed away a small child trying to make room for Mackenzie. "People, please." She waived off imaginary poparazzi not noticing the actual cameras until a second later. "Beautiful, isn't she? Hey, hey! Too close! Let her breathe! Oh, a nickle!" Kona walked away from Mackenzie and picked up the shiny nickle. Her eyes gleamed happily. "Oli! Look! A nickle!" She skipped over to him happily and shoved the nickle in his face. "Sh, it's my congraduations present to Mack! See how shi-oh....i got it all muddy!"
She worked tirelessly trying to clean the nickle as they walked. Kona hadn't noticed she left her bike in the puddle of mud. She hummed along happily dancing around her friends. "Oliver, do you think I could buy Mack an ice cream topping with a nickle?" She looked at him hopefully through her sweaty and muddy bangs. For some odd reason, she didn't smell bad. She smelt like grass if anything. "I bet Jenny baked something. I didn't bake anything. I hope this buys an ice cream topping."
Kona spent her morning arranging Mack's favorite ice cream parlor to have a large banner, balloons, and trophy made of popsicle sticks. It was small and a rather poor job, but Kona had been frantically calling the marathon workers trying to arrange for a pass that would allow her to bike alongside the track. That was more important to her than baked goods or ice cream. She continued to hum Queen's We Are the Champions as loud as she could. It would only be a few hours before Kona crashed. She had taken several shots of Monster this morning. Her new medications left her less than Konarific, and she had to be as bouncy today as they were expecting. She didn't want anyone catching on that she was Bipolar. She was still nervous about Oliver knowing. He had never said anything to her about it.
tags , olive oil word count , dunno. notes , she's like a monkey. q.qoutfit! credits ,lyrics belong to lil' wayne and the picture was found on photobucket.
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