The_PG
Fucking Magic
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- May 27, 2007
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It was hot. Sticky hot. The kind of hot that made you not want to move, not even an inch. Cameron watched the hazy heat rise slowly off the road as he sat in the shade of his willow tree, he sat out here everyday, the only thing that drove the young man into his house during the summer months was the rain that Washington State provided.
Those in the neighborhood did not know much of the lightly tanned, five-nine, short-black-curly-haired, man who looked much like a NFL defensive back with a cut, thin frame that he obviously kept in very good shape. They saw him run every morning, if they got up early enough that is, the young man rose at nearly four am and went to bed early, uncommon for the young people nowadays, retiring around ten pm at night. He left at six am for work, driving away in his nice but not fancy two thousand three model Jeep, then came back at four pm.
Then he would sit, much like he was doing now and watch behind deeply tinted sunglasses all the happenings in the neighborhood. He was friendly with his neighbor's, but not revealing. The only other thing known about him was his work, he worked as a physical therapist at his own small clinic somehwere further in the city of Miami.
They did also know his name, Cameron Sorb, one of the neighbor's had made sure to get the name from the man after he noticed Cameron talking to a few of the teenage girls. This neighbor was John Shirley, a local cop who made sure he fed in Sorb's name to the local pedophile and sexual predator list, nothing came up about the man on the legal sides of things, and everything they knew about him checked out perfectly. He was indeed all the things he said he was.
As the first summer of this newly arrived neighbor slowly went on the curiosity of the locals grew and grew, everyday when they saw him out on his lawn they would wonder who he was, where he was from and what he was doing there. Yet none of them had the guts to ask him, not yet anyways.
There was a some strange tension that would surround anyone when they were near him it wasn't a necessarily bad feeling or tension. Just very exciting one, excitement of the unknown.
So again Cameron sat, watching as several of the younger woman strolled down the black, his eyes watching from beneath his sunglasses. Some called the tension a time bomb, that would soon go off... If only they knew.
((OOC: My first thread on this site, join if you can, leave if you must. Preferably female neighbors, but if you wanna play a male cop or neighbor that's on to Cameron, be my guest.
))
Those in the neighborhood did not know much of the lightly tanned, five-nine, short-black-curly-haired, man who looked much like a NFL defensive back with a cut, thin frame that he obviously kept in very good shape. They saw him run every morning, if they got up early enough that is, the young man rose at nearly four am and went to bed early, uncommon for the young people nowadays, retiring around ten pm at night. He left at six am for work, driving away in his nice but not fancy two thousand three model Jeep, then came back at four pm.
Then he would sit, much like he was doing now and watch behind deeply tinted sunglasses all the happenings in the neighborhood. He was friendly with his neighbor's, but not revealing. The only other thing known about him was his work, he worked as a physical therapist at his own small clinic somehwere further in the city of Miami.
They did also know his name, Cameron Sorb, one of the neighbor's had made sure to get the name from the man after he noticed Cameron talking to a few of the teenage girls. This neighbor was John Shirley, a local cop who made sure he fed in Sorb's name to the local pedophile and sexual predator list, nothing came up about the man on the legal sides of things, and everything they knew about him checked out perfectly. He was indeed all the things he said he was.
As the first summer of this newly arrived neighbor slowly went on the curiosity of the locals grew and grew, everyday when they saw him out on his lawn they would wonder who he was, where he was from and what he was doing there. Yet none of them had the guts to ask him, not yet anyways.
There was a some strange tension that would surround anyone when they were near him it wasn't a necessarily bad feeling or tension. Just very exciting one, excitement of the unknown.
So again Cameron sat, watching as several of the younger woman strolled down the black, his eyes watching from beneath his sunglasses. Some called the tension a time bomb, that would soon go off... If only they knew.
((OOC: My first thread on this site, join if you can, leave if you must. Preferably female neighbors, but if you wanna play a male cop or neighbor that's on to Cameron, be my guest.
))
