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Purples, Blues, and Roses [open] « Thread Started on Sept 23, 2007, 7:29pm »
A gently breeze whizzed past his ears as he turned around and glanced behind him; no one was following him. For the strangest reason, he hated having people around whenever he was trying to write and was always paranoid that someone was following, seeking to discover the slight secret of his creativity. A slight secret instead a fully protected and guarded secret? Many girls already knew of his talent in the collecting of words and creating of beautiful, romantic poetry. However, whenever he turned in an assignment for English, he asked the teacher not to reveal his name and whenever he turned in something for a local writing journal, he forever used his pen name: Richard Gal, leaving Galeno del Rio to be the gangster that he truly was. He was not ashamed of his ability, but was worried as to what the other male gangsters would think of his writing. The Pirus Bloods embraced his ability, nicknaming him Poet and having him negotiate all the various business deals since he was the best one with words. However, the gangsters around here were not from the Pirus Bloods and may be the kind that do not believe in negotiation, but violence first. That was his reasoning for hiding his talent; it was to protect his gangster status.
Moving from the doorway leading to the Balcony, Galeno threw his the hood of his black sweatshirt over his head and buried his neck inside, trying to make the cool fall wind avoid his neck and chest. He sighed and shook his head, clenching the red notebook and black pen tightly inside his left hand. He glanced over his shoulder again and checked again to make sure no one was behind him. Once the coast looked as if it was clear, he picked a table and plopped his notebook and pen against it. He sat and stared at the setting of the sun and began scratching some letters on the first page of the notebook:
A painting of purples, blues, and roses As the head of a young maiden dozes
He looked up briefly from the words and tapped the pen impatiently against the paper, wondering as to where to go with this piece of work. The sunset had inspired him and maybe it should be the centerpiece of the poem? He shook his head and concentrated on the young maiden…a girl named Abi popped into his mind just the second later. He cracked a tiny smile and scratched more words…
A young maiden named Abigail
It appeared that since their brief meeting in the hallway, sitting together on the only private staircase that Galeno had not been able to get the girl named Abi, or Abigail, from what he concluded, out of his head, just as she had promised. He figured that the two of them would have a long relationship together, seeing how they hit it off so quickly and so strong. It slight worried him too, for things were rushed. They were not going out or anything, but he knew that he would be popping that question sooner or later; he couldn’t get enough of her!
He shook his head and scratched Abi’s name out of his poem, telling himself that he would dedicate a better poem to her instead of this one. Looking away from his paper again, he stared off into the draining sun, trying to find another name for a young maiden.
The seventeen year old freshmen No cliche here - a poetic gangsta No girl's looks or charm can contain my superior playa-card nor my heart... for now anyway.
Re: Purples, Blues, and Roses [open] « Reply #1 on Sept 23, 2007, 7:59pm »
Unnoticed, but satisfied. There she sat. Leaning against the railing of the balcony. Her eyes gazing at the guy standing and writing. It looked diffrent, making her confused. It seemed to her like he was that one guy who was in the gangster clique. So? Cliques were just things that people called you, it really didn't matter. He proved that, or it looked like he did. The way he was writing like that. It did not look like a school assignment, he seemed to be putting a lot of thought into it. Raine hugged her knees closer to her body as the wind blew. God, it was a cold night. She shifter her eyes to the sky, moon, and stars; she shifted her wieght to the left. Skinny jeans, like always, wrapped around her legs. A purple shirt that had the worlds "Im so gangster" sprawled out infront of it with a mouth and teeth shown. Raine sighed, a little too loud at that.
Re: Purples, Blues, and Roses [open] « Reply #2 on Sept 23, 2007, 8:23pm »
As he continued staring into the sunset, his hand went limp and the pen dropped from his fingers with him barely noticing it. Concentrating on his thoughts, he did not notice the scene girl in the corner, hugging her knees together. He was focusing on what lines to follow the name that he finally discovered: Yalene, one of his friend’s older sister who he had a crush on for a while before she got married. Now with the name in place and lines flowing into his mind again, he picked up his pen and began to write again.
Suddenly, though, he dropped the pen, shot a glance into the corner, and spotted the scene girl, seemingly cold in her “gangster” shirt and skinny jeans. She had fiery orange hair and dark eyes, though he could not see exactly what color. She was cute in her own unique way, but not necessarily Glaneo’s type; besides, he had Abi. She had frightened him just the slightest for he had expected anyone to be on the Balcony at this hour. He stood from his spot at the table, leaving his notebook and pen behind, took off his sweatshirt, and began walking over to her.
Holding out the black sweatshirt, he smiled brightly and said with a clear, deep voice, “Here. You look colder than I am.”
The seventeen year old freshmen No cliche here - a poetic gangsta No girl's looks or charm can contain my superior playa-card nor my heart... for now anyway.
Re: Purples, Blues, and Roses [open] « Reply #3 on Sept 23, 2007, 8:31pm »
When the pen hit the ground, she held her breath. It had scared her, and brought her out of thought. She looked at him and smiled. Her pale hand reached out and grabbed the pen then held it out for him. Once the jacket was given, she took it graciously. O my God. Thank you. Your amazing. Raine slipped the black sweat shirt over her head. It was bulky and big, so it didn't ruin her hair whcih already looked like a mess. The jacket helped, she felt slightly warmer. It was not the best, but it was did the job. A light scilence drifted through the conversation making it awkward. Im Raine. Her voice broke the scilence instantly. It was warm and soft. A slight smile was shown on her make-up dorned lips.
Re: Purples, Blues, and Roses [open] « Reply #4 on Sept 23, 2007, 9:28pm »
The first feature of the girl that he noticed, besides her hair, was the palest of her skin. He was not used to girls of that light of color. The lightest girl he had known was a Mexican mixed with some Finnish, and she was very pale, but still had her yellowish tint to her from her father. He did not view it as a bad feature or anything suggesting that thought; however, it just different for him, experiencing something relatively new.
Once she took the sweatshirt, she thanked him, telling him that he was amazing. He shrugged it off and said, “No big deal; it’s the way of the gentlemen,” boasting himself and his exquisite manners that he learned from some etiquette class his mother forced him to take. He figured that the hours he spent wasting away with a bunch of prissy, whiny rich girls helped him to get the kind that he truly wanted. He shoved his hands inside his pockets and glanced around the rest of the Balcony, looking for any others that wished to join the party. Seeing no one, he turned his attention back to the girl who introduced herself as Raine.
“May I say that you have a lovely and unique name,” he said politely, trying not to flatter her too much so that she would think he was trying to hit on her. He was simply giving a compliment.
“My name is Galeno and it is very nice to meet you, Raine.”
The seventeen year old freshmen No cliche here - a poetic gangsta No girl's looks or charm can contain my superior playa-card nor my heart... for now anyway.
Re: Purples, Blues, and Roses [open] « Reply #5 on Sept 23, 2007, 10:17pm »
A smile came to her face when he complimented her. She was a bit flattered, to be honest. It was slightly sad, to think of her being like that with him. She had heard the rumors that he was seeing that one girl, what was her name? A-something. Seriously. She preseed the compliment more. It was a big deal, a small thing, but a big deal. Raine grinned even more at his comment on her name. Thank you. She replied. He certantly knew how to act around girls. Truth was, when Raine saw him, she thought he would be some jerk who would pull out a gun from his pocket and point it at her. At the thought, Raine glanced at his pocket and bnit her lip in slight fright. She was just kidding herself. Of corse he didn't have a gun. Of corse he wouldn't shoot her. Still, it concerned her. Raine glanced around quickly, but looked right back at him again.
Re: Purples, Blues, and Roses [open] « Reply #6 on Oct 12, 2007, 9:46pm »
As she questioned, or rather verified, his compliment and he simply nodded and began to wonder if she received many compliments. He hoped that she wasn’t one of those constantly depressed kids; he couldn’t stand those. Yes, he understood that life was not the most happiest at times, but he figured that it was not horrible 24 hours day and that times were worth living. His parents hated him and he was still living life as best he could, loving life every minute. However, Raine did not seem like one of those depressed kids.
He also could tell that she was getting all giddy as some girls did around him and then, he noticed her bit her lower lip as she stared at something. He couldn’t tell actually what, but it was something on him. He stared at her cautiously, and then looked back at his clothes, reaching around his shirt and pants to see if he had something on them.
“Is something on my clothes?” he asked and frowned slightly, for he hated having any sort of stain or smudge on his clothes.
The seventeen year old freshmen No cliche here - a poetic gangsta No girl's looks or charm can contain my superior playa-card nor my heart... for now anyway.
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