the greatest music festival of all time: Woodstock (kinda m.)

Annabel
I sigh "Fine, you should know where all the snacks and sleeping bags are, you've stayed there enough. Now lets go find your bike, maybe we can find somebody else with a bike and you two can race. I'll even be the ref!"

Jackson: "Psh, you act as though someone would be able to beat me," I say. "Unless the kind of bike you're talking about is a motorcycle, I can tell you right now who'd win."

Annabel
"Oh!" I squeel, ignoring his other comments "You think we can find somebody with a motorcycle? Maybe they'd let us ride in it once around the field! That would be /so/ cool!"

Jackson: No, I'd be really lucky if I could sneak it away without the person noticing... I shake my head as though to clear my thoughts and sigh. As if any hippie would let me keep it. "Deoends what type," I say instead. "If it's a Harley, definately. But if it's a moped? I think I'll pass."

Annabel
"Er...kay, let's just... go find your bike for now. This place is just so awesome" I sighed dreamily. Maybe I was meant to be a hippie

Jackson: "Hey, I think I see it!" I say. I climb on top of someone's car to try to get a better look. "They're defiling it!" I say. They were doing some freaky hippie ritual with my bike!

Annabel
I climb up next to him, raising an eyebrow "What are they doing?"

Jackson: I grimace. "They're decorating it," I sat. They had out sharpies and were signing it and tying bandanas and peace signs on it. It actually looked pretty cool... But still, that means someone claimed my bike!

Annabel
"Hey, that's really cool!" I grin, watching one woman put a wreath of flowers on the handle bars "Now your rusty 'ol bike looks halfway decent!"

Jackson: "But... But... You don't mess with something if it ain't broken!" I hop down and get ready to storm over. "Plus... Well, what if Mikey and Jacob saw that?"

Annabel
"All the more reason to let them do what they're doing! If they see your bike laying on the field, then they'll recognize it! Plus, if you're riding it like it was, then Jacob and Mikey will recoginize it, and our discuses will be for nothing"

Jackson: I frown. "Well either way, I'm getting it back." Before she can stop me, I turn around and start running.

Annabel
"Wait, Jack!" I yell, then spot two familiar figures. Plan b. Instead of catching up to Jack, I ran up to the hippies decorating his bike "You gotta help us, brothers and sisters! The man is after us!!" I point wildly at Jacob and Mikey, who were running over

One of the hippies looks dreamily looks down at her, and then at the people running. "What a bummer, little sis," she murmurs. She smiles and hands her the bike. "Ride the wind, kid. We got things covered."

Annabel
"Thanks big sis, the man is just trying to keep us down, you know? Come on Rip," I call to Jack "let's ride!" Then I jump on the seat of the bike, pulling him onto the back as I zoom past him

Rosalie: I managed to get ahead of Jacob and Mikey as the kids zoomed off. "Dang, man." I noticed my Bug nearby. "We'll drive after them, I said, looking at Jacob.

Hey Shera, are you coming back to this?

Oh, yeah! Sorry...sometimes I'm on my PS3, and I can't see what other ppl. post unless I go through their profile. Can you repost?

PavoLights wrote:Aubree: Recreational items? Something tells me he doesn't mean a soccer ball. "Well I'm sure other people would be more than happy to share," I say, more because I don't even want to touch the stuff than anything else. It only takes one hit and everything I've worked for goes down the drain.

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Jack: I noticed her slight apprehensiveness, but I didn't say anything about it. "Yeah, you're probably right." I agreed before I quickly went, and got a joint from another group. It was small, but at least I got one.

Aubree: I sit back on the car and start filming. People were signing cars and swaying to the beat of music only they can hear. There were a few children running around too, although a lit of them looked pretty dazed. Hyped up on LSD maybe? Their parents weren't around, at least from what I could tell. "Where'd you say you were from?" I ask the guy when he comes back. After all, it seemed like half of America had shown up.

Jack: I sat next to her on the hood of the car, making sure I wasn't in the view of the camera. "Southern California." I answered. "I drove all the way here...it's amazin' how beautiful this country really is, despite the wrongs." I leaned back, and crossed my legs. "Where're you from?"

Aubree: "Born in Florida, skipped town to live in New York," I say. "I've seen enough of America for my own good, but that's just me. I was never one for nature anyway."

Jack: I restrained myself from saying, 'No wonder you're so professional.' Which meant, up-tight in the nicest way possible. I glanced around a moment before closing my eyes, and said softly, "Y'know, your article would be better if you actually experienced this, get into it."

Aubree: I frown and move my camera to him. "Number one rule of journalism: never become the news. What would I look like /pretending/ to be one of them? It's like putting a clown in Congress." Which they probably already have, but that isn't the point.