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Post by Vesta Blodeuyn on Apr 12, 2009 22:21:13 GMT -5
 come closer, can you hear?THE SILENCE IS NEARcome closer, can't you hear?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ixchel walked around, enjoying the somewhat quiet of the afternoon in the park. The birds were singing and the sun was nice and warm on her back, not too hot but not too cold either. There was even a nice breeze flowing through the air. The sky was a cloudless blue and reminded her of the vast ocean, always blue but suddenly gray and stormy.
It was a wonderful day for a nice walk in the park so she though, What the heck? Why not? Might as well enjoy nature at it's very best. Silently she thanked God for making such a wonderful, peaceful place in Utah. She sought a place to site down and found one under the shade of a tree. Pulling out a notebook and pencil, she began to write.
Can't you see me? // Or am I just an entity? // Am I a figmentation // Of the imagination? // Or am I real? // Maybe surreal?
She tapped her pencil against her notebook, looking out into nothing and searching for the next few lines that could possibly pop into her head. She watched people passing by, not even noticing her. A bird was even close enough that she could have reached out and touched it. Do people even care about others? she wondered. Or do they just care about themselves? Are they like the birds, wanting to be free but can't so they just pick on others so they feel good. She picked up her pencil again and began writing on a new page.
Hello, hello, // are you there // Hello, hello, // no one is home // Hello, hello, // can anyone hear // i am fading // Away, away, // flying goodbye // Away, away, // running afar // Away, away // saying goodbye // to all that I know
Hello, hello
"Now what?" she wondered aloud, becoming stuck once again. |
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Post by Kame Kanasegawa on Apr 25, 2009 15:30:27 GMT -5
The sound of smacking and sucking could be heard through the peaceful serenity of the park, somewhat killing said serenity. The one causing the unsightly sounds was none other than the blue haired, brown eyed, 6 foot something punk, Kame. He rolled the wad of cherry and strawberry starburst candies around in his mouth, working it into a misshapen ball and sucking on it like it were a lollipop before lightly chewing and repeating.
He harbored odd looks from whoever was at the park that day, with his loud, muffled, foreign singing, almost dropping his candy, and his less-than satisfactory dancing. And when anyone stared too long or made some comment, he’d flip them the bird and move on, as if he was never even interrupted. The warm wind blew his hair about, and tickled his chest through the thin material of his muscle shirt as he adjusted the earpieces in his ears with one hand, while he clicked through songs on his MP3 with the other. When he found a song he liked, he turned the volume up full blast and continued on his way through the park, smacking on his ever shrinking wad of candy.
Kame nodded his head to the beat and languidly casted his gaze about; where the hell was everybody at? Aside from some couples and a few kids running about somewhere, there was hardly anyone at the park. And it was such a pretty day too! He sighed and barely acknowledging the girl under a tree with a pencil and notebook, jotting down her business. Wait… Kame paused for a brief moment before going ‘round to the other side of another tree. He leaned against it and contemplated what was going through his head, and coined it as harmless fun. Brown eyes looked this way and that, making sure there was no one around to see, before he began to concentrate hard on the animal he wanted to be.
Before long, he was a tiny little tree squirrel, with a small blue strand on its forehead. He was still working out the kinks of shapeshifting. Giving one final look about, not just for people, but for birds, Kame scuttled across the grass and closed the short distance between himself and notebook girl. He arrived near her leg, and jumped at her, fixing her with his beady black eyes as he tried to mimic typical squirrel habits and hoping for typical girl habits that included, but where not limited to, shrieking and whatnot.
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Post by Vesta Blodeuyn on Apr 25, 2009 16:55:36 GMT -5
Vesta saw the squirrel out of the corner of her eye and was slightly surprised to see it jump on her leg. Well, that's odd, she thought as she peered at it, not afraid at all. She saw the blue stripe and smiled, this wasn't any normal squirrel.
"Hello, little fella," she greeted the squirrel warmly and smiled. "Your a little brave now aren't you?" |
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