A trip down to poverty(james Cameron)

[DEAN JACOBSON]

Dean was sitting in his room minding his business listening to music from his ipod. He had earphones placed in his ears and then he felt a buzz happened in his pocket. He had taken his earphones out of his ears and picked up his phone. He placed the phone up to his ear and began to speak" Yes this is dean Jacobson and may i ask who is this and how did you get my number. Yeah i know him. What about him? Oh he did didn't he? Well i shall be coming down there my self and take care of this myself."

Dean ended the call on the phone and placed it back in his right side pocket.He got up off the bed and walked over to the dresser. he reached down and picked up his keys and shoved them into his pocket. He picked up his wallet and placed it in his back pocket. he walked over to his closet that had already been opened. he sorted out his clothing that had been hanging up . He found his High School Varsity Jacket and he placed it on his body. He turned around and walked out of his bedroom.

He started his walk towards his lavish Bathroom and he passed the guest bedroom that looked almost as great as Dean's master bedroom. He finally made it to his lavish marble stoned counter top and ivory encrusted doorhandles on the shower door. The windows had been lined with mahogany wood. He took a look at himself in the mirror while brushing his fabulous hair. Then he brushed his teeth and then flossed around his teeth, He then rinsed his mouth out with water and shook it up and then spit it out in the sink.

Then he raised his hand up and flicked the light switch off. he started walking out of his bathroom and down the hallway / He drug his fingers alongside the railing until he finally had reached the stairs. He slowly started to ascend down the long and winding stairway to the living room. He had continued to drag his fingers along the railing and he had been smiling as he took every step possible.

By the time he made his way to the living room floor he had thought what he would do when he got to Forks. He turned to the left and started to walk towards the door. he opened the door and walked on through as he closed the door behind him. He took his keys out of his right side pocket and placed it in the keyhole and turned the key. It locked the door and then Dean walked along the ston pathway that he laid by himself one stone at a time.

He had finally made it to the garage and he had seen two of his cars. he could choose the sleek and fast cherry red corvette or the elegant and luxurious morgan roadster. He had taken a coin out of his pocket and flipped the coin up and it landed on heads and that meant to take the classic morgan roadster.

He took a careful but cocky stride around his morgan roadster. he unlocked the car door and slid into the driver's seat. He closed the door and then placed the keys into the ignition . he turned the keys and it started up in one turn. he then shifted gears into reverse. He then gave it a bit of gas. he backed it out of the garage and it turned the roadster around so Dean could shift from reverse into drive. Then he depressed the gas and it started driving down the long but very well decorated driveway.

He turned his head to the right and then turned it to the left. he then drove to the right and whil having one hand on the steering wheel he had turned the radio on with the other hand. Then he heard one of his favorite songs come on over the radio. With the free hand he turned the volume up and Juke Joint Jezebal started playing.Dean started to tapping the steering when with his fingers. He started to sing along with the song.

Then he had experienced his first car passing him by . As the car passed him by he had been congratulated for listening to a great head banging song. He nodded in approval and said" yeah it is their best song ever" Then the other car zoomed off and then a police car zoomed past and chased the other car. Dean had a smile on his face because a stupid idiot tried to speed his way to his destination without getting caught.

Dean had finally passed the cop and the speeding ticket victim. Then dean saw a deer and a lot ffurry little animals scurry off and dean let out a big laugh knowing it was because of his personality and his behavior. He had finally made it to the Forks town line.He knew his way around this little po dunk town. He had been here several times. he was not sure why he had come back but he knew where he had to go.

He had to be at a place called heartland Park. Someone had been harassing a old time friend of his supposedly. He had not been sure he had friends in Forks. All his friends he knew of had fled from this town. This town had been a low self esteemed place. if you lived here it would be likely you would never be able to get out of there with your sanity.

He had passed the local cops station and the restaurants. Then of course he finally came to the small and dirty park. He pulled into the parking lot and sat in his car waiting for the other person.

[jaimes]

(( Wow. I don't know how I'll do at matching that ))

Jaimes was at Heartland Park once again. He loved the place, despite the constant noise. Presently, he was sitting on a swing, playing his loudest music on his iPod in his ears. He could hear every note clearly in his head and could name every single string in the guitar, regardless of its fast pace. He placed his right hand on the back of his neck in a casual movement, and spun his index finger. Little grains of sand raised off of the ground and begun to form their tiny little tornado.

He could feel every part of their existence, every flaw in their seemingly smooth surfaces. At least for the moment. As soon as he let go, their lights went out, and that mindset went dark yet again. He swung his legs back and forth and began to swing lightly. He didn't bother to hold the grips; there would be no purpose, as he wouldn't get hurt. A new scent saturated from the parking lot. It was familiar, but scared him slightly.

Jaimes ran to the lot, and found someone waiting. He had pale white skin, and blond hair that curled near the ends. He looked familiar. He smelled familiar. But Jaimie couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stood perfectly still and cleared his throat, waiting for the semi-unknown person to respond.

[DEAN JACOBSON]

Dean had been sitting in his classic morgan roadster listening to the radio . he had come here because he had a phone call from someone claiming to be a old friend of his. He had been getting impatient so he chose to tap his fingers on the steering wheel. He had bought this classic roadster from a geezer that looked like he was about to croak . He had not taken it out of the garage ever. He just left it in the garage and gather dust.

He had suddenly started to sense and he knew a vampire had come close to him. He opened the door of his roadster and saw a new vampire. That had been wearing a button-down shrt, It looked like it had been rolled up to the elbows. It looked like he had enjoyed wearing sunglasses in his shirt, because Dean had seen some there. He had some sort of religious jewelry hanging around his neck.

Dean said" Well are you the one that called me on my phone ? If not then you must be the one that someone else called me about. Somebody called me and said that someone had been messing with my friends. " Dean stood there and he waited for a truthful answer.This new vampire did not know it but he had better not tell Dean a lie or try any crap with dean.

[jaimes]

"No," Jaimes stated. "I didn't call you." He fingered the ironic cross around his neck, and looked up at the vampire before him. His eyes were a dark maroon, with flares of red at the edges. He was just a regular vampire, and the bloodscent on him gave proof of that. There was a awkward silence that followed this, so Jaimes decided to say something. "Uh, hi," he said. "I'm Jaimes. Jaimes Shanx." He looked up at the vampire. He's very good-looking... Jaimes thought. He concentrated on other things; the sky, the trees, the air. Mostly, however, he concentrated on his own thoughts. He didn't want to show anything...yet. Instead, he flashed a smile at the vampire before him and held his hand out.

As he waited, he was listening to the sounds around him. A car passed by, playing his favorite song. Inside his roomy, distractable mind, he thought the lyrics. He didn't bother to hum them; that'd just be weird. Instead, he snapped out of that thought and returned to gazing up at the unknown vampire before him.