The Guardian of the Pacific Coast

THWAPP! The back of the mans hand hit her cleanly across the face, splitting her lip open, snapping her head around and knocking her to the ground.

"Hey..hey.." Another man said softly, soothingly. "It's okay.. We don't want to hurt you.. If you just do what you're told we'll let you go."

She struggled to sit up and nod yes. But then pain shot through her head as his boot caught her under the chin. "Look at the fucking bitch!" he laughed. "She actually believed we were going to be fucking nice to her!!"

Sara struggled to wake herself. She knew it was just a nightmare. She knew it wasn't real. But still she couldn't shake the dream. So instead she focused her thoughts on HIM. She focused on the memory of HIM. And she imagined how HE would treat her and how safe and secure she would feel with HIM.

"What the fu --!" She saw a blur. It was HIM. HE always came, and she could feel HIS anger. HIS uncontrolled rage. HIS pure and complete anger. There were only six men. They were no match for HIM. "Fu--!" "Fu--!" It was happening too fast for her to take in.

"Are you okay.." HE asked. HE helped her to her feet. Around her lay the bodies of the six men. "What's your name?"

"Ann." she heard herself answer. But she wasn't Ann.. She was Sara!



The dream fell away around her and she found herself lying, by herself, in bed. Alone in her apartment.. Sara knew that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep until she got it out of her. She turned on her light and found her drawing pad on her desk and she began to draw. Somehow her comicbooks, always written at night, after a dream, had an intensity that she could never capture during the day. Sara called HIM simply "The Guardian of the Pacific Coast". And she always wrote under the pen-name "I Leddamer".

Sara had told only a few of her closet friends about the comic book. They were also school teachers, like her. They'd been impressed that she was actually the author of a very successful comic book, in addition to teaching school. But they also argued that it wasn't healthy for her to obsess about a man that she'd only seen at a coffee shop a few time -- and never actually spoken to! "For all you know he could be married." They'd argued.

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--I'm just seeking one player. A player to play Sara. I'll play The Guardian

Sara

OOC::

Sara Thompson

age 26

Raven black hair, just past shoulder length.

Intense Green Eyes.

5'5 and slender of build, almost petite.

Has an easy smile, loves to laugh, enjoys her job as a teacher to bright students. (Although troubled) Sara is single and lives on her own in a small apartment on the outskirts of town.

IC::

"Hey Billy hows your day going today?" I enjoyed talking to my students and even though most of them were on their senior year of high school some of their abilities made them seem much younger to her. Giving a affectionate tossel to the kids hair before moving on smiling to each of the kids as I move around the room, stopping here and there to check on their progress with project for the afternoon.

Even though the class was small with only ten kids in the class it sometimes seemed like she couldn't always reach to touch them and teach them what they needed to know. Other days they would surprise her with their knowledge making her realize more then once that these kids were the smart ones. The 'Gifted' class otherwise called.

"Miss Sara," Turning I see Mandy with her hand up calling to me, I knew she was done with her assignment even before I made it to her. She was always first with everything she did and the kicker was she was an 'A' student. Although her father thought she could do better with her work I thought she was doing exactly how she could.

"Yes Mandy, how can I help you?" Bending down to see that she was pointing at her newest picture. Mandy was our artest she had a way with anything she seen, in her eyes even the ugliest possiable item could be made to be beautiful. This time she had choosen to sketch a hand, simply done but with such detail it was eye catching.

"Thats fantastic Mandy I think you should display it for the class, why don't you put it up on our board." The class board displayed basically anything from Mandy's art work to Todds hand print, it was something that each kid showed off their ability to enjoy life even in the hardest of times. Even on bad days the kids would show their feelings or express themselves by putting how they felt into words, drawings, etc. and today was no exception.

Except for the fact that I felt more then knew that something was wrong with Billy, I had felt it the minutes he walked into the room. Billy was always the loudest one in the group, if there was something to say he said it. Not that he was a bad kid, but more like he had get it out of his system before he could do anything else. Today though he was quiet and withdrawn which worried me more then I was willing to say. I knew he had been having some problems as of late with some guys on his way home. But today he seemed even more away from us, and I had noticed that he had some bruses on his arm that looked like fingerprints which made me wonder what had happened.

Blake set the newspaper down at his usual table in the Daily Grind, then headed over to say hi to Patricia and order a large coffee. It had become a ritual of his and it helped to alleviate some of the stress. He hated the uncertainty of the stock market. Trading stocks was a solitary lonely existance for a person who loved connecting and being with people. Blake had experienced the time of his life in college. He had loved student teaching...

Well at least his stocks were up, and he'd made the right move in shorting Ortell.

"Blake, you know what you need." Patricia grinned at him. "You need a girlfriend."

"I do." Blake smiled but added morosely "But does she need me?"

"Blake!" Patricia's face fell "Don't be like that. Why are you so down on yourself?"

"I don't know." Blake shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Well don't be! I've got a friend who teaches at the High School. She knows a lot of nice single teachers who would kill for the chance to go out with a nice clean cut good looking guy like you."

"A guy like me.."

"Blake, stop it."

"Okay okay.."

"Blake you just need to get out and do a little socializing, experience a little romance. It'd be good for your soul."

"Maybe you're right." Blake conceded "I suppose I might be interested."