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« Aug 8, 2009 12:24:19 GMT -6 » 		Quote
It was a warm and rainy night in one of the quiet sub-urban neighborhoods just outside of Chula Vista, and one of its newest residents was sitting under the shelter of his front door awning. Smoke slowly rose from the lit cigarette that he held loosely on the right side of his mouth, slowly taking a couple of drags here and there as he looked around at a couple of the neighbor kids running through the puddles that had been created from the strong and steady downpour. The people that lived in this neighborhood didn't know much about this new arrival, but the fact that he payed for everything, including his house, in cash made it apparent that he was definitely one of the richest people in their cozy little area. Rumors floated around that he was either an assassin or some powerful drug dealer from the east coast, but if any of them would have bothered to ask his name they might have figured out where all of his money came from.

His name was Drake Moldune, and he was the only known living member of the Moldune family that owned a number of hotels, clubs and businesses in New York state, and even some in Florida and California. For the time being, however, he had given up control of the company in order to get the schooling that many of his employees gave him gripe for not having. He ran the company well enough without it, and he would have continued to do so, but a part of him wanted to experience the normal life again. It had been so long since Drake had been able to live his own life, not having to worry about how his business was doing or having to fire and hire people nearly every day. Even though no one could tell by looking at his fairly stoic face at the moment, Drake was enjoying every second of the warm rain that fell just beyond his feet.

As his cigarette came to the end of its life, Drake would put it out and the step to his house and push himself up from his pavement seat. It was a little too late for him to go over and explore the school campus, and when he thought about it he really didn't even want to do that at all. Sure, he had come to San Diego to get a degree in business and all that, but that was probably last on his mind. He wanted to be free, and to possibly get back what he had lost in the past. Friends, a relationship and somewhere that he truly felt like he belonged. These were some of the most important things to Drake, and he hadn't had all three in over six years. Chula Vista was supposed to change all of that, but this couldn't happen without a little bit of contribution from Drake himself. Nothing was going to fall into his lap like his inheritance did, and he was more than smart enough to know this.

As he walked through the rain, no umbrella or rain coat to protect him from the constant downpour all around him, he opened his garage door and made his way over to his car. It had been a few days since he had left the house, let alone drove around in his car, and he was getting sick of simply sitting around and watching whatever caught his eye on TV or simply out his window. Opening the driver's side door to his car and shutting it behind him, Drake would start it up and turn up the music that was currently playing on his iPhone. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, being covered by a very talented group of musicians playing instruments from violins to piccolos, started playing as he pulled out of his garage and down his long drive way. The neighbor kids pointed and laughed as they got the chance to see his nice car, and their parents were no doubt wondering why Drake didn't have some sort of sports car instead.

Turning his car to the direction of the Chula Vista Collective, the wheels of the car kicked up a bit of water before sending the far forward and on its correct course of travel. Inside of the car, Drake fixed his wet hair by messing it up a bit so that it didn't look like he just got out of the shower. He was wearing his favor outfit, consisting of a navy blue dress shirt, a pair of black jeans, and his DVS shoes. His Rolex had gotten wet, but being waterproof made Drake rarely worry about it at all. As he drove through the streets at an average speed, he began to think of the good times in Varron. Meeting and befriending Tyler Scott, dating Tenealle and just enjoying life like he hadn't for so long. He wished that he could get all of those things back, but since so much had changed in the past few years, Drake didn't know if he could ever regain what was lost.

As he snapped out of the slight trance that he was in, he saw someone crossing the road right in front of him. He wasn't going too fast, but his little daydream caused him to get closer to the person than he should have. Slamming on the break, Drake barely made his way around the pedestrian, missing them by maybe a foot, as his car turn around in a ninety degree turn to face the left side walk. He was currently in the Chula Vista property, and so he was sure that he came close to hitting either a student or even a teacher. What a great first impression that would have been, but either way he was sure that he would get an ear full for almost hitting someone. Turning his music down, he pulled another cigarette from his pack a placed it in his lips, lighting it as he tried to relax. His gaze would not turn to where the pedestrian was, instead keeping his focus on where the headlights of his car were shining.

"So much for a peaceful night's drive..."

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OOC: Geezus. Sorry I finally got some damn time. @_@


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    "Would you like me to escort you?"

    "No Dimitri. But you may escort me to my car and then head home yourself."

    "As you wish mistress."

    It was unlike me, but I had decided to close down my club a little earlier tonight. It had been a long and busy week and I was feeling a little too tired for once in my life. I usually was never too tired to party, but the busy schedule I was on started to wear on me. Aside from that I just wanted a little peaceful night to myself. Stepping outside the club in my black halter dress and black shoes, the warm air was quickly felt against my skin. Rain wasn't something I minded, expect when I was dressed like this; though as long as I was covered from the drops I could manage. But why did it have to rain on such a warm night, it certainly wasn't making things any better. I hated muggy nights such as this. With Dimitri opening the big umbrella and placing it over me, he guided me to the drivers side of my car. Removing my keys from my small purse, I placed the key in the hole turning it to unlock the door. The rain continued to beat down upon the umbrella and my car as I slid inside my car, Dimitri closing the umbrella and handing it to me.

    "Goodnight mistress... Be safe."

    "Goodnight Dimitri... Return safely as well."

    Dimitri walked away and headed to his own car. Yes my butler had his own set of wheels, and why shouldn't he? He was a loyal member of the family after all and we treated him as such. Meanwhile I started up my car and sat there for a little bit to let it warm up. The back of my head pressed gently against the head rest with eyes closed just listening to the gentle humming of the engine and the pitter patter of the rain. About three minutes later, I opened my eyes once more placing my hands on the steering wheel and beginning to drive off towards the school. The stereo system had been turned on playing gentle instrumentals to ease the mind. There were so many different things going on at the moment it was almost hard to keep up with them all. Almost. But lately with my father, things have been even more busy than usual. To some they might not find it too out of the ordinary but to me I was a little suspicious about it. But according to my father it really wasn't any of my concern at the present time. My mind was brought back to reality by a strange sound coming from my car. Quickly but carefully I pulled over to the curb as my car began to apparently die.

    "You've got to be kidding me!"

    Yeah stupidly I had a moment of not realizing that there could potentially be a bomb within my car set to go off at this very moment. Another stupid move was trying to turn the key to restart the car, another thing that could've set it off. But seemingly enough fortunately I was lucky enough that there wasn't one. Sighing in such frustration my head fell back against the head rest again, as I threw my hands up in a momentary defeat. I was tempted to call for someone to pick me up, but I realized I was only two blocks from the school. Frustrated I harshly opened the door, grabbing the umbrella and popping it open as I stepped out into the rain. Slamming the door I was tempted to kick the car for dying like this. It was something that never happened before; hell shouldn't have happened.

    But now with a new found attitude, I practically stomped my way towards the school. I was still in a state of disbelief while I was crossing the street within the school grounds, when the next event of the night occurred. There was no car when I initially began to cross, then all of a sudden there's one. Whomever damn near almost hit me if they didn't turn in time. But that quick turn seemed to have kicked up some water in my direction, splashing me pretty damn good. Of course my immediate reaction was to quickly step back, which my right heel magically got caught in a hole that didn't seem to be there before. My eyes widened as I felt my body instantly falling, I was begging my heel not to break but it did. My ankle twisted wrongly a little causing a sharp pain to arise as my body hit the ground. Specifically the side of my thigh and behind, it was more or less a seated position. The umbrella had long fallen out of my hand and at this point it no longer mattered. Rain poured down on my heavily, the natural curls in my hair began to drop from the heaviness of the water it was taking in. I couldn't help but to shout and instinctively take off that broken shoe and throw it at his car; hitting the side of it pretty hard.

    "The hell is wrong with you?! Don't you look where you're going?! Shit!...Ow."

    I said 'ow' a little more quietly as I had attempted to move my ankle a bit. I was sure it wasn't broken, just sprained but that didn't change the fact of what happened. That clearly didn't change the fact that I was having some serious bad luck tonight.[/ul][/font]

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    Drake's head would sink back into the head rest of his seat, as he rolled the window down a little bit to let the smoke from his cigarette out of his vehicle. It had been a long time since he had almost killed someone, and the first time that he ever involved a vehicle, and so he was in a slight state of shock. The music he had been playing was turned down to the lowest setting that it could still be heard at, while he slowly let the harmful smoke enter and exit his lunges a couple of times. He had nearly hit a young woman, blonde from what he could have told from the few seconds that he had to dodge the poor girl, and he didn't even know what state she was in after the near death experience. He wants so badly to just get out of his car and rush over to see if she was okay, as that is what he would have done in the past, but the reserved part of his mind told him that he was better off not doing so.

    The rain continued to pour down over the next minute or so, With Drake slowly making the cigarette in his mouth become shorter and shorter. He wasn't even really inhaling this one for the most part, as he had only actually taken two drags from it. Instead he let it take its natural course while it hung loosely in his lips. Whenever he smoked more than one cigarette a day was when he was punishing himself for something, and it made him get angry with himself for already ruining the great thing that he had going in San Fransisco. The girl was more than likely going to take this up with the Board of Directors at the Chula Vista Collective, telling them that Drake nearly killed her and that he didn't deserve to remain a student there because he was a danger to the rest of the students. "I told myself never again, and here I am causing pain to others already..."

    As he finished his slightly spiteful words toward himself, he heard something hit the side of his car. He was sure that from the sound of it, it couldn't have been the girl hitting it herself, and so he assumed that she threw something at him. This was understandable, as Drake had nearly ended the young woman's life, but he was glad that the item that was thrown hit a window and not his actual car. A few seconds after she threw something at him, the girl finally yelled out to Drake, which caught his attention and made him look over at her. She asked what was wrong with him, adding if he even looked where he was going at all, which he could admit that the little trance he was in made him not realize anything that was going on in front of him. After her little bitch fest at Drake, he barely heard the girl say something along the lines of ouch, as she attempted to move her ankle.

    At seeing this, Drake would throw away his reserved self that he had put in place to protect himself from getting too close to others, and open his car door to the pouring rain that was just outside. He may not have hurt her, but the events that had taken place were all his fault, and so he had to do something if she was hurt in any way. Shutting the door behind him, he would walk over to the girl, who was a good twenty feet or so away from the car. His outfit was once again drenched, and his hair fell down in wet, wavy chunks over his eyes as the rain got to them again. With every step he took he tensed up even more, remembering the last time he had helped a girl in need. 'Tenealle...' Was all that he thought, as lightning struck above them and made the woman look like her if only for a moment. When this happened, Drake would rush over to her side, and bend his knees beside her.

    "I'm sorry..." Drake would say these words with the utmost sincerity in his voice, as he lifted the now drenched woman and walked her over to his car. He held her in his arms in the same way a man would hold his wife after their wedding, but this was the easiest way for Drake to carry her. Opening the back driver's side door of his car, he placed the girl gently on the back passenger side seat and would elevate her wounded ankle onto the seat behind his own. He would then remove the headrest of the seat that her foot would rest on and put it under her foot, as he knew that keeping a wounded foot or ankle elevated was the best way to help ease the pain. After this was all done, Drake would look her in the eyes, his own showing how much pain an regret he held for doing what he had done to her, and then he would walk back out into the rain.

    He saw that the girl had an umbrella in her possession, and he had walked back out into the rain to retrieve it. He didn't actually need to, but in his mind it was the least that he could do after what he had put her through. Putting the umbrella away, he would walk back to the car and even pick up the shoe that she had thrown at his car before yelling at him. Placing both of these items on the floor next to the girl, Drake would take a seat on the floor where the opening of his car was. He didn't want to have to look at her anymore, as he didn't even deserve to speak with someone he had nearly killed. The funny thing was that even through all of what had happened, he still had the lit cigarette in his lips. Taking another long drag and letting it out in a sigh, Drake would look out at the tire marks on the road. "I'm such an idiot..." He would say under his breath before directing his words toward the girl, though keeping his gaze in the opposite direction. "How's your ankle, if you don't mind me asking? I truly am sorry for everything, though I think its a little late for that." He would finish, letting out another pillar of smoke from his lips.

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      I spoke under my breath as he walked over to me, but just as a flash of lightning struck he would rush over to me. I was a little taken back momentarily considering he was basically strolling over, taking his sweet time then suddenly rushing over bending down and saying he was sorry.

      "You should be."

      Even with the sincerity within his voice, my tone was more sharper and annoyed. He seemed to no longer hesitate as I quickly felt myself being lifted off the ground, cradled within his arms as if in a lovers embrace. Lightning continued to flash, the rain poured down on our forms and my ankle was throbbing. I let out a small cough due to the smoke of the cigarette within his mouth, some how still lit. That must be a really damn good cigarette to not have been put out in the rain. Once back at the car, he opened the back down and gently slid me inside. Though it seemed his mood was a little different, my mood on the other hand was still a little pouty. Even though he was being particularly nice and helpful in some part of me I still wanted to bite his head off. I was letting my anger get the best of me it would appear. His eyes met my red colored ones and I suppose even in my state I could see his own pain. Which in turn caused me to perk my right brow a bit, while he went back out and seemingly retrieved my umbrella and broken shoe. My bag was still clenched within my grasp so no need to worry about that. When I looked in his eyes I get this sense that he was probably a big softy under that exterior. Not only that but he was really beating himself up about the situation, whom am I to say don't feel bad. I was the one almost killed right?

      But normally I don't let my anger get the best of me like this. I'm not so easily angered to this point, but just from being so tired and the car dying and now this, I couldn't help it. When he came back and placed my items on the ground next to me, then took a seat I heard what he said under his voice. In truest fashion I couldn't help but to respond a little coldly.

      "Ya think."

      I would sigh to myself as I tried to readjust my positioning to make myself a bit more comfortable within the seat. I moved my ankle slightly which caused a small wince to escape my lips just as he spoke again, this time directed towards me. I wasn't in the rain anymore nor on the cold wet floor so I could be grateful for that much. Sighing again, I let myself calm down just a bit to change my tone to something more calmer and gentle; though still a bit annoyed. I couldn't make that completely disappear just yet, even if he was cute. I hadn't even bother removing the few strains that remained glued onto my face from being drenched in the rain.

      "It's throbbing... If my heel didn't get caught in some magical hole that appeared I'm sure I'd be better... Then again if you didn't almost hit me I wouldn't have backed into that hole either..."

      Another sigh escaped my lips, I knew I wasn't being grateful for the little things but I almost died, what do you expect from me. Then again, thinking about it I wasn't really looking when I crossed either I was just determined to get inside and get some rest. Truthfully I think I blacked out for a second anyways before I even realized where I was, fatigue would do that to you. I stared at the back of his head for awhile in silence while the thunder rumbled outside. I had a few options, I could continue to be extremely angry and make his night a living hell, obviously just continually making him feel bad. Or I could slowly start the forgiving process, I'm not always so forgiving but it wasn't entirely his fault either right? I suppose I was growing a slight conscious to the situation. Even though I was brought up spoiled, my father still taught me better. You have to own up to your own mistakes sometimes. Again I spoke this time with no annoyance within my voice pattern, but before I did I would nudge his shoulder slightly with my right foot to get him to look like me before placing it back on the seat.

      "As much as I probably want to place all the blame on you, I wasn't exactly paying attention either.. There I said it.... So stop the pouting.. And you don't have to look away from me, I know I'm not ugly now.."

      A small smile would appear on my face, even though my mood wasn't a hundred percent turned around; it was a slow process but it was getting there. I still wasn't happy just yet, but I hated letting my anger get to me like that. It's not something common in my nature.[/ul][/font]

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