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Post by Laken Rose Cullens on Sept 8, 2007 22:17:57 GMT -5
Banting, in comparison was almost the same it seemed to Laken Rose Cullens, like Michigan. It had it days where it was warm, even though it was fall, and it had it's days were it was freezing, even though it was April. She found this comforting, in a way, it was just like being home. Often, at night, she would miss her grandparents house. It was a bitter-sweet feeling because she loved to be home but it reminded her of her memories.
Today was no exception to the usual weather. Though it was fall and it should be chilly, it was still quiet warm today. She was dressed appropriately too. In a blue dress that was very high waisted, it looked like Laken could have walked straight off the run way. The pattern in her dress that only went to the middle of her thighs was a blue and white, almost plaid looking print. It had a few small buttons at the top down the chest and all her arms were exposed in the tank dress.
Walking through the park on the seemingly perfect day, the breeze played at the edge of her ruffled skirt with inverted pleats. It was a the length that it was almost scandalous, but not quiet, so it was pulled off by Laken as cute. She walked by benches as she strolled through the park, her hair straight today and billowing out behind her slightly. Her blue eyes scanned the park until she found was she was looking for.
Seeing the swing set, she walked over the sandy area. Before stepping into the sand, she stopped and took off her white flats with a little white bow in the center. She didn't want sand in her shoes or for them to get dirty. That would just spoil the whole trip. Besides, she liked the feeling of sand between her toes. Once her shoes were set safely in the grass, she walked to one of the highest swings and took her place there. Laken's knees were bend, the tops almost being level with her chest. It was still very low, but she didn't mind.
Sighing, her brought her hand to her neck and played with the strand of fake pearls around her neck. It was one long strand of white pearls wrapped around her neck twice, one longer than the other. She played with the longer strand as she kept the other hand on the chain of the swing. She slowly moved back and forth on the swing, her knees never fully unbending as she did so.
[ooc: I did not do the dress Laken is wearing justice. So, here's a link so you can see it if you'd like to.]
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Post by James DeCosta on Sept 11, 2007 2:14:16 GMT -5
"Good. I won't be back until Monday."
The last line from his father resonated in his head. A returning echo that didn't stop even as he left the house fifteen minutes ago.
His head was occupied, and he was focused on planning what to do tonight. Just when things seemed like they can't get any better today, James's dad left for a business trip. And he had his dad's estate all to himself for the weekend. He drove slowly than usual, making sure he doesn't speed up carelessly as he was getting carried away in his thoughts. What seemed like a good place to park was next to the tall flower shop right across the street from where he decided to go. He drove past the space, and reared back as he maneuvered his way between the two cars. He turned the keys as the car came to a full stop and shoved them into his pocket as he stepped out and shut the door behind him. Keeping his hands in his dark jacket, he crossed to the street to the park.
He found himself sailing through waves and fleets of new concerns and prospects again, as he walked along the pavement. Most of them were very irrational, but no one knows that. Most of the time he seemed like a pretty rational person, with his cool and sensible manner of saying and doing things. Yet he couldn't help but frequently question himself if it was normal at all, what he was doing. He was unsure whether it was fine, nothing big for someone to be thinking too much all the time... often too much for his own good. He kept to himself most of the time anyway, and I guess it's better being in touch with your thoughts that being elsewhere, distracted, and later serving the punishment for not thinking straight. Although, that does seem quite a distraction itself already.
He paused and squinted to see who the chick in the blue dress playing on the swing set was. The way that little girl dress was cut so short and how she was amongst all those child toys provoked suggesting ideas in his head. Reminded him of those schoolgirl fantasies he used to have when he was like fourteen or something. He laughed on the inside. He kept walking, getting closer as he realized that it was Laken. He held back those thoughts. She was a classmate of his in one of his classes, he couldn't remember. Though, she was a bit new to Banting, he thought, and he hadn't really seen her well until now. There were a lot of people and he didn't pay much attention through crowds and crowds of people. He came up to her, not really knowing why, but he had a lot of things in his head that the only reasonable and polite thing to do would be to say hi, since she probably already saw him. Talking to her for a while might slow things down in his head.
Sticking his hands down his pockets, he gradually walked up to her, kicking the sand under his shoe as he came near. "Yo, Laken. Nice dress," he said as soon as he was next to her, before flashing a full grin.
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Post by Laken Rose Cullens on Sept 12, 2007 15:27:14 GMT -5
Most people would approach Laken from behind. For some reason, a majority of Banting's population was aware of the fact that this girl was extremely jumpy and scared quiet easily. For some reason, most of Banting's population found this to be funny. Well, at least Ashton and Raine. They were every body, right? Well, not really, if she was to count all the people she'd come to know over her now four years at the school.
On the inside, she was jumping for joy over the fact that someone had not came at her from behind, making her jump and possibly squeal in surprise. It was a very good thing for her. Laken did not want to make a fool of herself in front of the lovely James DeCosta. She'd known him from a class, never really speaking to him though. It was one of those things. It was actually quiet sad if at some point in time you didn't learn the names of all the people in your class.
Looking up at the tall figure as he complimented her dress, she beamed back up at him in return to his grin. Laken's chest filled with pride and a small bit of self-confidence. While she had boys who told her they liked her, while she had boys who wanted to hang out with her, they'd never told her she looked nice or they liked her outfit. It was a nice change.
"Hello James," Laken said, her voice in it's usual bubbly tone. Her fingers dropped the pearls she was previously playing with and wrapped themselves around the chain to match the other hand. "What brings you to the park?" She'd always thought him more of a coffee shop kind of guy, though that was because he seemed slightly mysterious beyond his friendly exterior. She supposed, though, the park could match that type of person too.
Her blue eyes darted to the swings, momentarily as she waited for the answer. She wondered if he'd join her or just stopped by to say hello. Maybe he figured Laken was crazy for sitting on the swings when they were clearly too small for the tall girl. It wouldn't surprise her if it was the later of the two; people said that all the time.
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Post by James DeCosta on Sept 13, 2007 4:23:35 GMT -5
James smiled sheepishly at her seemingly bubble and pleasant reply. Not the kind he expected... he was sort of anticipating a playful shove or some form of scrunched up face for that dress comment. But he kept it in and answered her. "Nothing. Just trying to clear some stuff out and looking for something to do."
James sounded pretty casual. Not really seeming that interested, but not really uninterested at all. He just wanted to do something at the moment or like, talk to someone about random stuff to take his mind off school and things he has to do. To be honest, he'd never gone to the park much before. Although he loves nature and especially being around animals, he rarely went to the park and whenever he did, it was usually by himself. Not really what you would call lonely, but it was pretty boring that it was almost as funny as it was pretty sad. It seemed strange to him, too, how he'd feel as if everything he does has a ticking clock waiting. I mean, he'd chill and lay back when he wants to, but he always couldn't help glancing at his wrist. It was one of those black, white gold-designed designer watches given to him by his dad. It was okay and looked pretty awesome and classy and made him feel like one of those rappers caked with bling. He wouldn't really call it his style, but at least he had something to tell the time with.
Anyway, at the moment, he was pretty jittery and distant as if he was waiting for something to come. How he kept glancing at his cellphone clock might've seemed distracting, too. He wasn't at a rush for something, though he feared it might look like it. He found it strange, too, how a few minutes ago he was so cool and easy and now, he felt like he should be doing something. He didn't know what exactly, though. I guess it was one of those boredom rushes, like the feeling of wanting to do something so bad but can't start with a single thought. Yet was so trained in carrying his outer self that it was hardly noticeable anyway.
He looked at the empty swings beside her, thought about joining her but then decided not to. He was a tall guy and his weight would probably pull the swing set down along with him. Besides, it wasn't nice to look at anyway - not good for his image, I guess... would've made him look like some fruity teenager who hangs out with girls. He got down next to her and sat on the sand-filled ground instead. He took out his cellphone and began punching in messages in a quicker speed than usual, all the while keeping his head down and not really focusing on anything else. He paused. He reached inside his pocket but then remembered his smoke case was empty. He took his hand out. James thought it was best if only a few people knew he smoked. He ran both palms against his knees, rubbing sand off of them, but it was to no use, I suppose, since not long after he placed them back on the ground again as he leaned backwards and straightened his elbows to hold him up. He looked to her.
"You. What're you up to?"
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Post by Laken Rose Cullens on Sept 14, 2007 23:06:00 GMT -5
Watching James turn from calm to slightly jitter, it looked like he was waiting for something. Like maybe he was expecting the world to come to an end or a meteor to come crashing down into the earth. Or maybe perhaps like he was waiting for someone to drive by and shoot at him. Whatever he was waiting for, whatever the reason he was so jittery, it amused Laken. A small smile spread on her lips in amusement at how nervous he seemed almost.
"Nothing too much," she said, though her voice had a tone of humored confusion.
Laken watched him again, for a second. Maybe it was like a crack addict fresh out of rehab, trying to fight off the urges and cravings of lighting up a joint and smoking it. Whatever was wrong, it really did make her wonder. "What on earth are you waiting for?" she asked, humor still in her voice, though the words were over dramatized and slightly shocked sounding.
She pushed her legs more, almost unbending them all. The hem on her skirt as she moved her legs also moved a fraction of an inch up and down her mostly exposed thigh. Yes, it was a short dress. Yes, it probably was something if worn on anyone else would look slightly whorish. Yes, Laken did dare to wear it. She didn't mind the breeze and her bare legs. They were long and slender, the kind for showing off anyway.
Her blue eyes looked around, again, still slightly focused on James twitchy nature at the moment. "I promise, no rabid squirrels will come out and attack you," she said, her voice thick with teasing and good humor.
[ooc: Sorry this is crap, btw. I'm so ridiculously tired right now.]
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Post by James DeCosta on Sept 15, 2007 5:48:56 GMT -5
James inserted his phone back into his pocket before switching his glance to Laken for a bit and found that how her dress was cut so short was very distracting. It took him a while to realize how he was stealing a guilty glimpse of exposed skin while she wasn’t looking. Then he turned away, brilliantly playing out his usual casual expression.
"I promise, no rabid squirrels will come out and attack you."
He looked back to her this time, perfectly missing the flashing of skin from a moving dress with her every push off the ground. He raised one eyebrow and took a moment to consider how she had thought to say that. He took out his phone- evening was still quite far. Maybe how he kept looking at the time was what had given away her misconception that he was awaiting something that might explode at any given minute. An embarrassed smile crept upon the side of his lips when she wasn’t noticing him and his eyes slowly turned away from her. He didn’t answer back and simply just scolded himself in the head for being weird and uncool.
He told himself to chill and ignore the fact that he wasn’t allowing himself to smoke for another few weeks. Nevertheless, it reminded him of it and the thought killed him more. He cleared his throat the moment he felt a tiny whine escape from his desperate urge for a smoke. Perhaps he was that desperate that he needed to stop. Perhaps he had to stop. But he wouldn’t ever do that… at least not till he’s married or has kids. He was living his own life anyway and his dad had no right to criticize him for it because he wasn’t exactly setting the best example, too, by smoking what he calls his man cigars. He was very young and probably had a great chance of destroying his lungs before they even get to take in the wonderful air of being a father one day. The future freaked him out. While most were eager for what lay ahead, he had been frightened by it ever since he knew about marriage, children, money, and careers… and the ups and downs of life. Living off his dad’s money and earnings, it was pretty peachy and he often felt guilty even though he knew his dad had chosen to do it him anyway. Thinking about living alone excited him but scared him a little on the inside, too. Who knows, he might not really make it.
While others thought of parties and girls and skate parks, James thought of his career and plans in the future. It seemed perfectly amazing and charming to his dad’s friends, but it might’ve been weird to his friends if he told them. And while people thought of other people, he thought of people, in general.
”Hey, by the way, when’s your birthday? he asked her. He might’ve surprised her how that question basically came out from nowhere but he was staring at her with a newly formed smile this time, dead serious.
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Post by [Triver Locke] on Sept 15, 2007 19:54:29 GMT -5
Triver stuck her hands in her pockets. She rounded the corner, to see about only three people on the swings. I can't Triver! Her friend had said. You'll have to man-hunt on your own! Triver let a smirk slip from her lips, and she stuck her hands further in her jacket's pockets. Triver didn't try to look fabulous this evening, but her beauty couldn't be stopped even without a pile of eyeliner. Her maskera was mandatory for her, therefore only her maskera popped her blue eyes. Her hair was in two pony-tails, both even and tied with red rubber bands. The bands matched her jacket, which was black, and fit her quite well. The jacket was her favorite, not only because it had a red and white guitar emblem, but because it was so comforting. Her jeans only matched her outfit even further, gray with a faded black belt with the logo of her band across the back.
She continued to jam her hands into her pockets as the thought of her band popped into her head. This time, her smirk burst into a large smile, and Trinity forced back to reality as she realized she was smiling to herself. She lifted her vans slip ons even higher as she tried to step up the hill towards her destination, an open swing with her name all over it. She loved to hang out here, and this was her scene for making friends.
"Hey!" She called to the seemingly couple on the swings next to her favorite. She quickened her pace, so that she was right in front of the couple. "Hey, I don't think I've seen you two around here." She smiled, her black bracelets twirling around her left hand as she yanked her hands from her pockets. "I'm Triver." Triver kept her gaze simple, and only let a smirk spread once again.
((ooc: sorry it's short.))
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Post by Laken Rose Cullens on Sept 15, 2007 21:23:34 GMT -5
He didn't reply to what she thought was a funny and witty comment. Well, not witty, but the funny part at least. That made her feel even more childish than she already felt being down on the swing, her company above her, standing while she sat. It was like a child trying to impress an adult, she thought. Adults never found the same jokes funny. They'd laugh at their children's jokes just because it was their child's joke.
Though, Laken supposed they looked attractive, standing and sitting together they way they were. The nice, calm, cool and attractive boy and the nice, mature, smart and attractive girl. Yes, from a far, they probably did look quiet nice together. With her blonde hair and his brown locks, they were sure to look good together.
Her blue eyes watched him, waiting to see if she would get a response from him about the squirrel. Still having no such luck, her eyes drifted down, her pushing become less and less powerful, her legs remaining more bent than stretched out now, her mood reflecting these changes. Her hem didn't move as much, that wasn't to say that it made the dress any longer.
She wasn't very fond of feeling like an idiot. Laken preferred to be known as the smart girl, the mature girl, the collected girl, the organizer. Her personality fit all those labels. It didn't fit the idiot part very well though. She liked to be thought of as responsible and liked. Someone thinking she was an idiot meant they didn't like her. No one likes an idiot. Keeping all this inside, she let the self-pity grow in her, though she hid it very well. She wasn't one of let people see anything but happy.
As she was about to give up on the hopes of a conversation, she heard his voice as for her birthday. Taken back by this question, she looked up at him, not even attempting to hide the quizzical look she gave him. Her eyebrows were pulled together, her head slightly to the side as her confused blue eyes looked up at her from her spot on the ground. She'd even stopped pushing herself back and forth.
"Um, Christmas Eve, why?" she asked, again, not attempting to hide the confusion and wondering in her voice. It was a very out of the blue thing to ask, for her birthday. Thinking she might have been better off lying, Laken hoped that he wouldn't plan something horrible or scary or a prank.
Before James could answer her question, another girl joined their party. Laken mentally cursed the girl while on the outside, she put on a happy smile. She wanted her answer, but she knew it would be rude to continue having a privet conversation while someone who wasn't in on it was present. Holding in a sigh, she let the girl speak and say her introduction of herself. Could someone really be that outgoing? Could someone really get in that many sentences and words without those two saying something?
Her beautiful eyes stared at her, her mouth still in a friendly smile. "Hello Triver," she said. Her name sounded like river. Now she knew a river, some rain, and she herself was a lake. Well, water sure was popular in names. "I'm Laken."
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Post by [Triver Locke] on Sept 16, 2007 9:37:49 GMT -5
Triver paused, seeing something other than her happy greeting sparkle in her eye. She rocked back on her feet, wondering what she did wrong, and shoved her hands back in her pockets. "I moved her a few months ago." She mumbled sheepishly, turning her blue gaze to her feet. While she rocked on her feet, she felt a vibratition in her jean pocket. At first it made her jump, but after a few seconds, she realized it was her phone. It took no longer than a blink before she whipped her pink razor out and flipped it open. A new message has arrived. The screen read. Giving Triver an excuse to remain quiet for a few seconds, Triver began to text her friend back, trying to look as casual as possible. As soon as the message was sent, she shoved her hands back into her pockets, still holding the phone in her right hand. "We live right.." Triver took a deep breath mid-sentance, and twisted around to point at the large white house a few miles down. "There. But I live on campus, at the private school." Triver shook her head a little, wondering if the house was too far away to be visable. Obviously, Triver was a little embarassed, for randomly blurting out about her house, which probably wasn't even what the conversation consisted of before she arrived. "You guys live on campus?" She asked stupidly, her cheecks flowering with red. "I mean, you probably do, but, I just was wondering." She said, saving her stupid statement to look slick. Anyone could see she wasn't exactly feeling welcomed, but Triver made the best of a bad situation.
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Post by James DeCosta on Sept 16, 2007 10:53:25 GMT -5
"Um, Christmas Eve, why?"
James smiled as soon as she replied, quite pleased that she answered him before asking why. People would usually have it the other way around when he asked them such things. It had been a little thing of his, to ask people their birthdays. He was the kind of person who actually remembered them. It was the whole point why he asked, anyway. He never knows anybody without knowing their birthdate. Although he doesn't always remember to give people presents, even the ones he's not usually close to would often be surprised at how he manages to remember. Despite being good with remembering dates, he always fails to use his little skill in History. Laken probably mistook his out-of-nowhere little question for one of those lines just to break the awkward silence. But it wasn't so- he was simply just curious about it since he never got the chance to ask her when they started noticing each other as classmates. James brought out an airy laugh and breathed in deeply as he was going to explain himself to her, but then had his eyes pulled from her.
He blinked slowly as the breeze cast itself over his lashes, and saw a girl approaching where they had been. The crown of black and blond on her head appeared strange to him, but it looked different, thus, he concluded that it was cool. When she came over and started talking to them, he was looking at her calmly but inside was a raging, intense curiosity. Her appearance startled him a little, as all scene chicks do, and the way she just immediately started chatting them up surprised him a little at how completely open and random someone could be. Given that- her talking and the feel of the wind throwing his hair in front of his face- it made him completely forget about his and Laken's conversation.
He listened to her as she spoke, glancing at Laken occasionally. He decided his own silence was uncomfortable and had maybe led this girl to think he was ignoring her on purpose. That seemed tempting, but he remembered he hadn't met her before and hadn't known her enough for her to be hating him. He spoke up, as soon as he felt silence come.
"I'd extend my hand to shake you, but as you can see, they're unfortunately covered in sand right now, and you might not enjoy that." He brought himself forward from his position of leaning back on the sand, and crossed his legs in indian sitting. He looked up to the girl and introduced himself not so long afterwards. "I'm James."
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Post by Laken Rose Cullens on Sept 16, 2007 15:56:51 GMT -5
Another sigh was held in, Laken keeping her lips firmly closed before she let the sound escape her. It would be a dead give away to her inside feelings. She did not let people see the other side of her, the one that wasn't super happy and super friendly. She could be quiet jealous, quiet mean, and slightly bitchy. She of course hid that from the world, letting only a select few people know how that she could indeed act that way. They weren't characteristics she was proud of and she knew they would not gain or let her keep friends.
As she listened Triver talk, she again wondered how in the world someone could talk so much without having one of them interrupt her or comment on what she was saying. It seemed the girl was slightly random and gave away a lot of information. Reminding her of an overly attentive dog who got in trouble for wanting to be on their owners lap, Laken kept listening, keeping her emotions off her face. She only looked friendly, interested, and kind. It was how she wanted people to know her. It took practice and with years of experience, she was good at it.
When the girl finished, Laken made a mental note of James ignoring her. Again, her horrible emotions kicked in and she felt a pang of jealousy. Not that she had any claim on James whatsoever, nothing more than someone to chat idly with. It didn't seem right for her to be jealous. Though, she wasn't used to guy ignoring her, so that could be part of the reason.
Hearing the questioning of where the two of them took up residence, Triver suggesting them living at the school, Laken nodded. "Yes, I live at the school. My home is in Michigan. Though, I've come here every year of high school," she said, giving out information about herself. She figured it was the least she could do, give out things about herself. They were simple facts of information, nothing too deep. It wouldn't hurt to share.
Jealousy and defensiveness still was brewing on the inside. The years of practiced kept her voice in the usual friendly tone. It would not be obvious to James or Triver that she was currently feeling crummy on the inside, the way she wanted it. Really, truly, it would take one of her close friends to be able to tell she was faking. Kyle wouldn't even be able to tell. The friendly facade continued on.
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Post by [Triver Locke] on Sept 16, 2007 16:09:00 GMT -5
Triver let a smile emerge, Laken seemed to be very friendly. "I used to live in Michigan, a long while ago." She said, brushing her bangs from her face and continuing to smile until her cheeks hurt. "It's pretty nice there. Though its horrible how some people treat others." Her phone buzzed off again, but this time she ignored it, seeing how she had sparked a conversation quite quickly. "We're kinda new here, but I'm fitting in fine." Triver halted her smile when she realized that that was what she said to everyone who asked her how the move was, including curious family. Before she continued on, she took a moment to study the two while they flew by talking. James seemed sweet, and it was obvious that it wouldn't be long until they were prank calling each other and forgeting to hide their numbers, or going to the movies because there was nothing else to do. Then she softly turned to Laken, who seemed more concious and self-caring. She was nice, granted, but something wasn't giving her the 'best-friends' ordeal.
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Post by Laken Rose Cullens on Sept 16, 2007 16:28:14 GMT -5
Hearing Triver say it was nice in Michigan make Laken give a genuine laugh. Yes, she supposed it was nice if you went at the right time of the year and lived in the right place. It was nice if you lived in the southern part of Michigan, the part where all the people where. Yes, it was nice in the spring and the fall when it wasn't too hot or too cold. Yes, it was nice if you enjoyed sleeping in tents and camping out. What wasn't nice was all the snow in the winter time. What wasn't nice was the lack of things to do. What wasn't nice was the economy and how quickly the state was becoming one of the worst states in America.
The laugh not being at Triver, it wasn't meant to be hurtful. No, she certainly was not laughing at her. She was laughing at the idea of Michigan being nice. It was a humorous thing for her to think of. While she did the gradual change from laughing to not, the smile remained on her face, this one not having to be faked. The laugh eased up the tension that was building inside of her a tad bit, thankfully making it easier to be friendly.
"Yeah, Michigan is nice if you're a polar bear," she smiled, eyes bright with her previous laughter. It made the light blue even more striking. "It's a good thing you've moved. You got lucky." Laken shook her head, her words filled with amusement. She exhaled, the smile growing smaller but it still kept the same amount of happiness and humor as it did before.
Maybe things wouldn't be so bad with Triver. She still didn't know. Laken was a very territorial person though few actually knew that. Though the girl gave her a good laugh, she'd come to the conclusion that she was okay. That didn't mean the jealousy and defensiveness were gone. They just got kicked down a few notches.
[ooc: Yeah, I know how Michigan is. I live there. It's where I am now, it's where I grew up.]
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Post by [Triver Locke] on Sept 16, 2007 16:39:56 GMT -5
((ooc: ooOOoo.... this will be ugly. Triver likes Kyle, and Lakens like, with Kyle.... uhoh.. lol))
Triver chuckled and pulled a clip from her pocket to fix it on her bangs, stopping them from swinging out in front of her face. "I hardly remember any of it. I was only five." She concluded, trying not to undo her concentraition on her hair clip. It kept falling out continuously, and her blonde strands easily fell out. She shoved it in her hair, and ignored it for the rest of the night.
((ooc: sorry it's so short))
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Post by James DeCosta on Sept 17, 2007 5:37:01 GMT -5
[Nah, Laken loves James. B-) You know you want it, Bree. lol kidding. DONE, KIDS. T_T I feel crappy about this, but I've let out all that's in my head. I put myself into my roleplay, as you can see. lol Sometimes it can be weird and just totally out of the blue]
Common, random melodies of songs heard today or the day before easily passed through the dense forest that led to his memory. All of it wasn't given much thought as his eyes trailed towards the sky, hearing all that was around him, but not really listening as the sounds were drowned out by the voices in his head- You oh, you are so cool. He was his own jukebox. Of models and models of iPods and mp3 players, the world had already gone deaf to the things that surround them. Of models and models of different Barbies and cheap, flaky make-up and surgery, the world had gone mad as it was lost in its own surrealism... growing bigger and bigger each day. It was one of the things that infuriated that spark of rebellion in him. Pound after pound of toxic media waste fed into the soon-to-be slaves to that big tyrannical corporation that seems to run the world nowadays. Those who are fed these lies, we call them our youth. No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'd step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close. None of what went through his brain was organized into a neat pile of ideas. What had lain in his head was more scattered than the fallen leaves of autumn that collected in mounds in the park. You never really take anything with you when you die other than that not-so-little white lie you lived- we call it our soul- except maybe for your tattered white Gucci dress and designer heels as you lay in your marble coffin six feet below human existence. Everything you own does end up owning you.
It was strange, to say the least, how James faced all of these things that went on inside his ego. James was strange in some way, too, but he'd never quite admit to it, no matter how many times it is repeated or told. His sudden change of moods speaks about his incapability to settle for something that's already there. It speaks about his longing for something new or different to urge his fantasies and ever-inquiring mind. There are times, even, when dreams and reality had never been more alike than he thought.
James sat comfortably and occasionally switched glances between the two ladies who were talking. All of this was going too fast for him to catch up, really, that he just decided to stay there and listen, not really having any other purpose than letting them feel his presence there. Gentlemen don't ask questions, they just keep quiet and pay attenion.
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