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Post by leo on Sept 18, 2009 6:53:21 GMT 10
Leo walked to the park at a steady pace, off for a quick jaunt and some time to write or think or draw. It didnt really matter. He was just out for adventure. He was an easy talker when it came to people-not shy but not really one to use people either. He took a long time to get to know someone, before he ever asked anything of them or did anything that could even possibly hurt them, and even then if something happened he felt horribly guilty. He liked people, on a whole, but there was time when he needed to be alone, out of the eye of anyone else. This school had been a great change for him since he had been at a huge school last year, and had lived with his parents. Now he could have as much solitude or socialization as he wanted. Flexibility suited him, as a whole. He wasnt a major horse person, but he could ride decently-only western, he wasnt into the tiny-saddle-bust your nuts-english riding. He liked to sit deep in a saddle and relax. He knew horses pretty well, as in he could feel the energy of a horse and tell if they were angry or happy or sad, but that was because he was very in tune with the feelings of everything, people, and other animals as well.
His scuffed black hightops went from a brisk walk to a sort of springing step as he jumped from the concrete sidewalk to the woodchips of the playground. Notebook in hand, he hitched up his pants and bent down, crawling through the narrow tunnel of the junglegym. It was a dark little tunnel and wound on to the heart of the playground. Then, at the end it opened up into a sphere, a little round place to sit and think and be alone and unseen. It was made of a lighter plastic so that sun filtered in and gave it a muted light, but you still couldnt see if there was anyone inside if you looked at it from the outside. You also couldnt see if there was anyone in it while you were crawling to it, because it came right after a sharp turn, so you basically turned and fell headlong into the queer little space. But Leo liked it-if it wasnt taken by wildly inappropriate snogging and the occasional sex parade, it could be a nice place to chill. If you didnt think about those other two things. He relaxed into the rounded curve and gave a sigh of comfort. His bare arms touched the cool plastic and sent gentle chills down his spine.
Leo pulled out the notebook and flipped to a blank page. Now the question was, would he write or would he draw? He decided to start with some drawing practice and sketched his own legs as they curled over the bulbous surface of the hull. He tried to shade them as well as possible but the pen let out a stupid gush of ink and blotted out a part of it, so he just called the pen a little fucker and went on to writing. He tried to come up with different prompts for writing every day and he got them out of this book he had of 201 writing prompts. He would pick himself a random number and then look it up and use it. Today that prompt happened to be a memory prompt-he had to write something about a memory, whether the memory was true or not or a poem or a story or whatever. That sounded fun, he guessed. He pulled his knees to his chest and kicked off his shoes, setting them at the entrance of the sphere. He was horribly glad he had showered before coming here, because otherwise the smell of his shoes would have gagged anyone who dared come into the little hull. As it were, his socks and feet and shoes smelled delightfully of Hawaii Tide Detergent, and it was a lovely smell indeed. He tapped his pen against his cheek several times before pressing it lightly to the paper and writing.
I remember.
I remember a tide of cold
A breaking in the broken wind
The day the chair was sold
Out from under you
And now it's just an empty place
Alone and waiting
Empty space
I remember last September
Last October and November
When everything
I'd ever had
Crumbled to dust and
faded black
The day she died I lost my soul
And Ive been pulling
towards the distant shoal
Piece by piece to gain
at least a half and maybe more
To be less insane
To be less inane.
To be myself.
I remember when I was me
And she was me
And we were together
I remember,
But thats all I'll ever be able to do
And I miss you.
He let the pen drop to his lap, satisfied with the work. It was rather depressing, if he did say so himself, but it was the truth. He had lost his mother when he was ten years old, and it had stuck with him. He knew the poem sounded like he had lost a friend or even a girlfriend-which was creepy-but his mother had been his best friend. He was an orphan now, and he missed her every day. Gah. Now he was depressed. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the curve of the sphere, letting all of his muscles relax. This was why he needed time to think-because his thoughts were all so confusing and ridiculous.
word count. 940 (cha prolly cause of the poem thingy)
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Post by Jess *Amy* on Sept 27, 2009 5:30:33 GMT 10
 
Amy pulled off her helmet, she sat on her motor cycle staring at the park. She wasn't quit sure why she had come here, but it seemed like a good place to come and think of all the things that had happened int he past and all the things she wished could happen. She let out a small sigh, the park seemed like it was empty so that was even better now she could sing the new song she has written, and see if it sounded the way she wanted it to. Amy never could sing in her dorm her room mates always seemed to come in when she was about to sing. And even though Amy knew she was good at singing she hated signing in front of her friends or anyone really, but most of all she hated singing in front of strangers. So as she got off her motor cycle all she could wish for was that no one was at the park.
Pulling the keys out of her motor cycle she layed her helmet on the seat and started off to the nearest bench. As she reached it she pulled out her i-pod. yes she recored her songs and downloaded them onto her i-pod. It was just so she could listen to them when ever she wanted to and see if she could make them any better or make any changes to make them suit her life better. Taking on last look around the play ground to make sure no one was there she let out a sigh and turned her i-pod on. the song she decided to work on was called Only Fooling Myself. It was one of her newer songs so she knew it needed some work. As the song started she started singing. She didn't really mean to but it just kinda happened and there was nothing she could do to stop her self.
I stop to catch my breath
And I stop to catch your eye
No need to second-guess
That you've been on my mind
Well I, I dream days away, but that's OK
It's like I want to hear a silent sound
And then hold it in my hand
But a rose won't blossom from a ground
Of desert sand, but I like to pretend that
One day I'll turn around, I'll see your hand reach out
I'm only fooling myself, oh
But maybe when you smile
It means you'd stay awhile
Just maybe you'd save me now
Well, now it's etched in stone
That I can't survive alone
You have the missing piece
That I need so desperately
Yes, I slip away to a day that'll never come
It's like a splash of water to my face
When I suddenly realize
That you could never find a place
For me in your eyes, and I don't know why I keep thinking
[Chorus]
It's love in disguise
I'm lost in your eyes
Lost in your eyes
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She let out a sigh as the song finished, it sounded good to her but then again if you want something to sound good then your mind can make you think that it dose when it really doesn't.Amy took one more look around and pulled out one of the ear phones, turning up the music she leaned back on the bench and closed her eyes. She could hear the slim soothing sounds of nature. The birds singing, leafs ruffling in the wind, the quit barking of dogs. All these sounds plus the music she was listening to took her back to the days when her mother would take her to the park ad she would run around not knowing the real reason why her mom wanted to take her to the park so much.
Amy couldn't help but think o it now, all the memories came flooding back into her mind. The memories of her father beating on her mom, the yelling and the screaming. All the crying that her and her mom ended up doing after her father left for work or to go out drinking with his 'buddies'. Her father never had gave a shit about Amy or her mom. No matter how hard Amy had tried her father still hurt her mom and sometimes her. And every time she went to school, out with her friends or to other peoples houses she had to cover it all up. Nobody was aloud to see all the scares and bruises that her dad has left on her. And if they did and Amy's dad found out about it, well lets just say it wouldn't be very pretty for Amy or her mother.
After a few minutes tears were coming down her checks in a steady flow. She knew her father was out there some were looking for her and her mother. Just waiting till he found them so he could get back at them for running away from all his abuse. Amy looked up and around the park, she was happy cause no one was there to see her crying. Slipping the other ear phone back into her ear and changing the sad slow music to faster happier songs to try and get her mind off everything. She leaned over holding her head in her hands. Letting out a quit sigh she wiped her eyes. Then she just sat there staring out at the road as cars past by. Her mind wandered no longer paying any attention to the real world or anything else around her. Amy was deep in thought, she found that she could think better when she was a a park and staring at something. Which in this case turned out to be cars. Amy could tell that something or someone was near her but she was to deep in thought to care or to look around for anyone.
[/size] Tagged;; Leo(ace)
Status;; complete
The Song;; www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oChxvdOnNo
Words;; 805 without song lyrics
Muse;; meh
Notes;; Sorry about this post =p
Outfit;; i25.tinypic.com/2nv5xdy.jpg
Lyrics;; "Another Day" from Rent
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Post by leo on Oct 3, 2009 10:30:50 GMT 10
As Leo reclined in his sphere of chaos (yo), he thought he heard a roaring motor, but then it was silent. In a moment, another sound popped up- singing. He gently pressed his ear to the sun-warmed plastic of the playground and listened intently. There was defintely a female voice singing a beautiful song somewhere in the outside world. And it wasnt just ordinary singing-it was really good. He listened for a moment more before deciding that his quiet thought was pretty much done. The sound of her voice seemed to be fading so he deemed it to be pretty much safe to emerge from his cave of solitude. He crouched ungainly out of the narrow, dark tunnel, notebook in hand. When he got to the end of the tunnel he glanced up and realized there was a girl sitting on the bench. Oh shit-he missed the landing with his hand and tumbled awkwardly out of the playground. He quickly got up and dusted himself off, shaking his head with embarassment. He would have to do that. Leo glanced up at the girl and gave a shameful grin.
He was about to walk away when he saw the motorcycle in the parking lot. He looked from the girl to the bike and back again and then pointed at the beautiful machine, mouth agape. "Is that yours?" He asked, a bit awestruck. Leo had a thing for motorcycles. They were just beautiful machines of precision and speed. And they looked really cool and went vroom vroom and were ridiculously shiny. So whats not to like? "Sorry, I dont mean to be awkward and peppy to someone Ive only just met-well, technically I havent even met you." He smiled, his bouncy side coming into play after such a long time of meditation in a tiny sphere (of chaos, yo) "Im Leo, how do you do?" He asked politely, walking over to shake her hand cordially.
ooc| Sorry its quite awful. x\
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Post by Jess *Amy* on Oct 8, 2009 7:19:32 GMT 10
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Post by leo on Nov 5, 2009 8:25:22 GMT 10
Leo could feel a blossom of heat creeping up from his shirt collar to dust across his cheeks. He was a little embarassed that he had fallen, and her laughter wasnt too super helpful, but he laughed it off with her. You cant be too serious about everything-sometimes the sentiment 'lighten up' was the best thing to think about in a situation like this. He always liked to look at the future humor of something-when it was happening, you'd be frustrated and angry or embarassed or all three, but you could also see a glimmer of future humor, like, this will be funny in a day or two. But he digressed yet again. He was glad she was willing to talk about the bike, instead of just giving him a 'wtf youre weird' sort of look. Those were not cool. "I dont specifically ride, no, because I cannot afford to buy a bike, because I am a literally starving artist." He grinned. "But I do like to ride, as weird as that sentence out of context may be."
Suddenly she seemed to realize something, and it was like she switched on her self consiousness. Her makeup was a little splotched, but nothing too bad, not at all, especially because she was beautiful. But maybe that was it. Her voice got very soft as she introduced herself, and she stretched out a hand and put her head down. He gripped it but didnt let go, holding on and sitting down next to her. "Nice to meet you Amy, but you dont seem fine to me." He gave her a bit of a concerned smile as he leaned down and tried to look into her eyes. He shrugged and sat back upright, holding her hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. His thumb traced circles over the back of her hand as he surveyed the park in all its tree-filled glory.
"So you're a motorcyce-IST. Thats cool. I bet you've had your fair share of wolf-whistles." He chuckled, and then proceeded to give her his imitation of one of those tasteless and shameless whistles, flawlessly, one might notice. "Myself, I think I would choose a crotch rocket mobile as my method of transportation-If I could choose-because not only would I look splendidly ridiculous, I would get to make my own sound effects." He grinned and made race car noises, with a little bit of scooter mixed in. The main idea here was for him to have something to say, and to make her laugh.
ooc:done, not so good but we'll get this thang rolling. Duh. Its you and me.
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Post by Jess *Amy* on Nov 7, 2009 2:42:57 GMT 10
Amy smirk the guys face was turning red and she guessed it was because she did laugh at him. Since she knew what it felt like to be laughed at and how embarrassed it made you feel she stopped. But then he started top laugh, yup the most common way to try and make people think you weren’t embarrassed but Amy could tell by his cheeks that he was very embarrassed. As he started to walk over to her, he ended up stopping right in front of her and then he took her hand and didn’t let go. Even though this guy was a stranger and she only knew her name but the way his faced look and the way he talk to her, he made her feel wanted and cared for. Even though she could guess it was only because they were the only two people here and if there was some other people he probably would have just left thinking that they were “tears of joy”. And just shrugged it off and get on with his life and forget all about her. Of course she was quit use to guys doing that just like any other girl would be. Ever girl in their right mind probably knew that most guys just wanted something out of it, but Amy really hoped that this guy was one of those rare one that really did care when they talked the way Leo was and she really hoped it wasn’t an act.
Since ever girl in their right mind probably knew that most guys just wanted something out of it, but Amy really hoped that this guy was one of those rare one that really did care when they talked the way Leo was and she really hoped it wasn’t an act. When he sat down beside that was when she could tell that he did care in a way. And how he continued to talk to her even with her head down, it just made her feel special for once in her life. And he didn’t even try to lift it she had to smile, but she knew he couldn’t tell she did since her hair was covering her face. She could tell he had tried to look at her face and as he said she didn’t seem fine she couldn’t help herself and she ended up just saying. ”Uh no I guess I’m not fine, but it’s nothing just... Then she broke off her sentence she knew he wouldn’t care why she had been crying. ”It’s nothing.” She said at last. When he started holding her hand it felt a little awkward but she didn’t say anything she had to admit she kind of liked it. It was something her ex boyfriend never did, but then again her ex boyfriend didn’t do a lot of things. ”Well you’re a starving artist and I’m a failed singer. Looks like we both have talents that nobody cares about.” She said finally getting up the courage to look him in the face. He was quit a good looking guy, she had to admit. But then again nice guys usually didn’t go for useless girls like her. That even her parents didn't want, yes her mom acted like she wanted her. But really she wanted her less than her dad did, only her dad actually showed it.
At his next comment she couldn’t help but laugh ”Uh yeah.” She said. She was glad this guy knew how to have fun and how to cheer people up when their down. And his imitation was really good which surprised her. But how good it was just made it funnier, but what he said next really took the cake on funny and ridiculous. ”Oh yes I think you’d look quite good on that. I might just have to buy you one. Yeah I can just tell you would have loads of fun with one.”
 Tagged;; Leo(ace)
Status;; COMPLETE
The Song;; www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oChxvdOnNo
Words;; i killed all teh word counters mauhahahaha
Muse;; blub
Notes;; mooooooooo
Outfit;; i25.tinypic.com/2nv5xdy.jpg
Lyrics;; "Another Day" from Rent
©: Taiyou-Ai of Caution 2.0
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Post by leo on Nov 7, 2009 12:36:31 GMT 10
She seemed a little flustered at his bluntness in pointing out the fact that she didnt seem to be fine, and it took her a few tries with the wording to get out her clever and all-too-expected denial. Sigh. He should know-he'd been through a whole heap of shit when his parents were getting divorced after his little sisters' death. It was easier to just put on a mask when someone tried to inquire into your personal life-they didnt really want to know anyway; they just wanted to look like they cared. Its like when you ask someone how they are when you greet them, Hey Mac, how ya doin? And you expect the factory produced, I'm doin great, or at least a solid 'Fine.' No one really wants to listen to someone elses problems. Its just not in peoples nature.
He was glad she let him hold her hand. It had been awhile since he had had the opportunity to really just sit with someone and hold their hand. He wasnt trying to be romantic really, just sort of hold her hand and be a friend. After all, they had just met about three seconds ago. "Yeah, I heard you singing when I was hidden among the playground tunnels-you're really good. I mean it, how come you're not in Hollywood or on Broadway?" He asked with a smile. He was serious too, though. She had a voice unlike any he'd heard, not only because it was beautiful, but because it was unique, and very strong, in a way.
His cheering up attempts seemed to be working, and when she finally looked up from under her curtain of dark hair, he inwardly pumped his fist and yelled VICTORY. Not out loud of course, that would be slightly odd. But he wasnt above being odd, he just wanted to pretend to be normal while they were getting acquainted. She did have a very pretty face, no matter what she was thinking on the inside about how she looked. He laughed along with her, beginning to picture himself on a bright Bumblebee yellow crotch rocket, wearing a black leather jacket and a tinted helmet. He would look SO cool. Leo wondered if there was a stereo system on those things. "Yes, it would be spectacular. But the only problem with them is they have a very poor survival rate in the crash tests. And I am absolutly guaranteed to crash." Now the image of himself, crushed in a heap of Bumblebee yellow metal around the wheel of a semi. "Yeah...hm" He laughed.
ooc:P.s. Leo=me. I so want a Bumblebee yellow crotch rocket and a black leather jacket. *sigh*
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Post by Jess *Amy* on Dec 2, 2009 11:52:15 GMT 10
She felt just a tiny bit well uh...Odd? May be the word, just you know when someone you literally just met decided to hold your hand. Yeah just a little weird, but oh well what you going to do. Amy couldn’t lie to herself it felt nice. She smiled again and wiped her eyes in a one last sad attempt to get the runny makeup off her face. She tried to make it look as normal as possible but it’s kind of hard to do that when you’re sitting on a bench with a stranger holding hands and you had just been crying about you ex boyfriend. She couldn’t help but laugh when he asked her why she wasn’t in Hollywood or Broadway. ”Haha, well I guess because I wouldn’t make it and probably couldn’t handle all the bitches.” She did find it quit embarrassing that he had heard her sing she had always thought she was a fail at it. Note reason she sings when she thinks no one’s at the park. ”I’m surprised you would say that...” She started saying with a grin on her face. Now she was a little happier, maybe this guy is the friend she needs to get over her gay ass ex boyfriend. It’s not that she was really “in love” with him it was just that he dumped her over text and she really did think she could fall in love with him. But of course like most boys he couldn’t wait to have sex and since she wanted to wait she ended up getting a text saying “Uh yeah I’m uh sorry...But really I’m not waiting for you to find the “right” time for us. It’s over.”
God boys are asses! And really that was the only thing she could think of to say. Not that she did, it wouldn’t be very right to say it when there’s a stranger right beside you, holding your hand. She looked him in the eyes, though she couldn’t hold it long and she soon started looking down at the ground again. But instead of her hair falling down over her face she pushed it behind her ear on the side of her face that was facing Leo. There was a bit of a pause, but it didn’t take him long to find something else to say. Her smile crept back onto her face. ”Of you get one I’m taking pictures. And that’s a promise.” Amy laughed she really did want to see him on one, that just might be the funniest day of her life. ”No crashing though...I might need you to cheer me up again.”
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Post by leo on Dec 3, 2009 13:27:45 GMT 10
He liked sitting here, in a park, with a girl he barely knew, holding her hand. It was like something out of a movie scene. He should know, he was a freaking movie junkie. It was one of his weaknesses, he was poor but when a good movie came out you knew he would splurge and indulge himself. He was glad she wasnt hiding anymore; her laughter was basically cheering him up and it was the result of his cheering her up, which made a fantastic circle of cheer that reminded him faintly of Christmas. And why not? He was surprised that she had such little faith in herself-she didnt seem to eager to brag on herself when he mentioned her singing voice. Instead she brushed it off with a quick comment about not being good enough and then a bit of humor to lighten it up. He shook his head with a smile. He should be a phsychiatrist-he'd been through all the emotional turmoil, now he could tell people about how to fix themeselves. But that was a far cry from anything he ever wanted to do. "Yes well, bitches are hard to handle. Personally, Im in a cant live with em, cant live without em situation, but if you were out for a certain one, Im sure I could get some knives or machine guns, whichever you prefer."
He chuckled and stopped rubbing her hand, but continued to hold it. It was basically the perfect hand to hold-not clammy, not sweaty, not cold, but the perfect temperature, and it fit quite right with his, palms touching. He wondered if it was not a romantic gesture, at least it was inadvertently. She mentioned him not crashing, but taking pictures and he grinned and nodded. He did not want to crash, most certainly. She was tucking her hair behind her ear, facing him. These were good signs of friendliness. Half because he desperately wanted to ride her motercycle and half because he knew it would cheer her up, he looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "Wanna go somewhere?" He asked playfully. He stood, still holding her hand. "Like...to a swimming pool on top of a roof somewhere that I happen to know how to sneak into?" He grinned.
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Post by Jess *Amy* on Dec 6, 2009 13:20:57 GMT 10
She smiled this guy was quite funny and nice. But then again first impressions aren’t always right. People put up a fake act all the time, sometimes to get people to like them or guys do it to get the girl. Amy just hoped Leo wasn’t one of those guys, and she hoped he was really this nice and not just putting up an act. She could tell he was quite surprised when she didn’t start making herself sound amazing and going on and on about herself and how she thought she should be there. But to tell the truth she didn’t think she should be there and she knew she wouldn’t make it in the “big time”. She laughed when he mentioned the whole ‘can’t live with them can’t live without them’ thing. Mostly because it was so true if they were gone, who would make life funny and give others some to look down on and laugh at this whole nose in the air thing. But when you are with them they make you feel like killing yourself and like you just want to go hide in a hole or shoot them. ”Well let’s see knives, since they are more fun and all.” She said winking at him.
She was quite amused by Leo, he seemed to be nice and have a pretty good sense of humour. Amy sat up straight again, her hand still in his. She was trying not to move too much, but it wasn’t working out to well. Amy had a pretty big problem with sitting still; she was one of those people that had to be doing something all the time or at least moving on part of her body at all times. And usually she moved her leg or taped her hand on wood or something. But in this case she couldn’t be either, so she was trying her best to stay still. Amy looked around the park, a little way she could see some kids staring at the two teenagers, and whispering to each other. Amy found this quite funny, since she did the exact same thing when she was their age. Whenever she would see two teenagers or adults together her friends and her would always stop and watch them till they got this angry look in their eyes. But that look didn’t come to her eyes instead an amused look came.
Amy flashed her attention back to Leo, only because she realized he stop rubbing the top of her hand. And for some reason it made her snap back, maybe it was because she liked it and it reminded her of the good times she had with her ex, but who knows it could be because of anything. Her eyes flashed over to him and she turned her head to face him letting her head rest on the bench. Not that the whole resting thing lasted very long, as soon as she had gotten her head settled on the bench he stood up. As he did he didn’t let go of her hand, which made her know that he wasn’t about to say bye and be off on his own way. Amy caught him glance at her bike a few times and she knew he wanted to ride it, but she didn’t really know of to many boys that would sit on the back of it and let the girl drive. She laughed and looked up at him when he asked her to go swimming. ”Oh so you’re a dare devil now eh?” She said raising her eye brow. ”Well then Mr. Dare Devil sir lets go.” She said standing up. She took a quick glance around the park and then turned to face her bike. ”Walk or bike” She asked. Knowing what he was probably going to say.
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