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Post by jamie ace whitley. on Oct 9, 2009 23:47:14 GMT -5
 In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.--------------------------------------------------------
Jay was always a late roamer. She liked staying up late and going out in the chilly autumn nights just becuase she could. She loved the rush of the wind against her skin and the fear that she just might get caught roaming the city streets late at night. She held her camera close, the strap dangling from her shoulder as she pulled her jacket closer to her body. She was in a sweatshirt with just a tanktop underneath and basketball shorts, plus her flip flops she wore when she was just too lazy to find socks. It was cool out, a sure sign that autumn was grabbing them by the shoulders and shaking them violently. Jay liked autumn the best. She loved watching the leaves change colors and fall from the branches, and the crips nights that left her wanting it to stay dark forever.
She sat down on a bench in the park, hugging her sweatshirt closer as she fumbled with her camera's lenscap. With the aid of a nearby streetlight, she had the perfect shot of a swingset and a full moon. She would edit the photo later, making it brighter and whatnot, but now it looked just perfect. She bit her lip and focused in on the image, trying to get the best angle. She cursed under her breath as she crouched on the ground in front of the bench, almost falling over. Click, finally she had the perfect shot.. This was actually one she'd be proud to show off in class when the time came. She stood up slowly, the wind blowing up and around her legs, making them tingle with the cold. She stood and stretched, slinging her camera strap over her shoulder once more. She sighed and hugged herself, sitting back down on the bench. She wasn't tired, and she didn't want to stay cooped up in her room anymore editing pictures, so she simply sat on the bench, enjoying the silence of the cool autumn night.
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Word Count: three hundred thirty six
Outfit: Miss Jay is wearing...
Post Status: finished
Lyrics: seasons of love by rent
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Post by * bryce nathaniel cody on Oct 13, 2009 21:58:15 GMT -5
this story was made for you and me
so sit tight, and enjoy the ride Bryce always seemed to find himself walking threw the park. It seemed to be one of the many great places where he could just be himself, to unwind, to finally let his inspiration to flow properly, as if it was meant to be like this. He walked happily threw the park, his wide brimmed sunglasses atop of his head, sure it was dark, but really he felt awesome, like the Blues Brothers when he wore them in the middle of the night. His guitar case was strapped to his back. It was always where it was, he never left his dorm without it, without his guitar, Bryce wasn’t anything special. Well he wasn’t special to begin with, he was just happy to be himself period. Nit like he could be someone else, or that would be considered acting and his forte wasn’t anything in the acting genre, he was terrible at trying to be someone else, or being someone that was so utterly and completely fake that people desired in actors and actresses now a days.
He was aimlessly searching for something anything of mild interest. Bryce enjoyed the thrill that came with himself roaming in the middle of the night. Sure it wasn’t necessarily brain surgery or a great adrenaline rush to be walking in the middle of the night. It just gave this feeling of darkness, and you never know what’s around the corner. Bryce, clutched the strap of his guitar, as he trotted off of the sidewalk and mingled onto the grass. There was something about jumping off the beaten path that always seemed to make everything so much better. He stopped as he watched a girl from a distance. She was taking pictures of something. Pausing he looked around and found what she was snapping shots at, the playground? Not one of his favorite choices of things in the park.
Bryce slowly walked over towards her. He hadn’t actually met her. Just talked to her online, like many of the people that attended the school. Pausing he stood in a resting position with his arms crossed over his chest. ”Well well. Look who it is. Its Ms. Jay.” Bryce sneered. ”So I finally get to meet you eh?” he stated with a grin, pearly white teeth gleaming in the night.
this is the moment this is the time
for us all to finally shine so this is post is for jay so that bryce could have a little fun. really don't be frightened, its only three hundred eighty four words. the musical inspiration goes to the maine and honor society. all the images and the template are made by ashy! oh thats me! this is totally and utterly complete.
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Post by jamie ace whitley. on Oct 14, 2009 16:41:45 GMT -5
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.--------------------------------------------------------
Jay hadn't even noticed anyone coming towards her. She was so distracted by her photos that her mind blocked out all sounds and smells and most sights, aside from the pictures on her camera. She studied each one carefully, critiquing each shot, pointing out what she could have done better. It was just like Jay to yell at herself for stupid mistakes, but she wouldn't let anyone else talk down about her photos. She tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth and cursed at herself in her head. You could have gotten this at a better angle. The lighting on this one is absolutely horrible. What were you even thinking when you took this? THAT'S A ROCK. THAT'S NOT EVEN INTERESTING, STUPID. She sighed, shaking her head as she kept looking through the pictures.
She was oblivious to Bryce's presence until he spoke. She jumped a few inches off the bench and let out an audible squeak. Normally she would have tried to brush that off, but seeing as they were the only two anywhere near, she didn't. One second of vulnerability didn't make a difference to a guy like Bryce. When she had talked to him online, procrastinating as usual, he had seemed like a nice guy. A guy she could see herself hanging around, and actually being pretty good friends. She wasn't a girly girl, and she got along better with guys than girls anyway.
Jay let out a small chuckle and shook her head again. "Well, hello there Mr. Bryce." She greeted, turning off her camera and replacing the lens cap. "I guess we do finally get to meet face to face. What an autumn miracle that I run into you at such a late hour." she laughed again, "and what are you doing out this late?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.
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Word Count: three hundred nineteen
Outfit: Miss Jay is wearing...
Post Status: finished
Lyrics: seasons of love by rent
Credits: This was made by Kerberous of Caution |
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Post by * bryce nathaniel cody on Oct 15, 2009 15:26:46 GMT -5
this story was made for you and me
so sit tight, and enjoy the ride It was sort of funny to him, that someone like himself would be interested in such simple things, like his newest obsession seemed to be the new show called Glee. Sure it was nerdy, yet it was so interesting. Personally he had wished that he was apart of a group like that, or at least had enough creativity to mix and match two songs like they did a show ago, or maybe it was the fact that they had the guts to match Usher and Bon Jovi together? It was probably that reason, because those two songs worked so well together, one of the many reasons why it was on repeat on his ipod all the time, and every time that he heard it, he wanted to rock out like a loser. Probably not so much a loser, as someone who had high energy and felt that jumping off a stage air guitaring against a really expensive microphone. That was pretty much normal. For him that is, not very many people had the same level of oddness that he had, probably because they couldn’t relate much to him being a awesome singer, though the awesome part was all speculation. He wasn’t very good, just pretended that he was, though people continued to tell him that he was. Curious.
He chuckled lightly at the sound of her squeak. Bryce almost had the urge to comment about the mouse that she might have eaten. But that wasn’t really funny, well it was, but she would probably glare at him and Bry did not like it when girls glared at him. They made him feel like they were looking into their souls, as if they were secretly ripping out his heart and feeding it to their pet piranha. Which was again, silly because it was illegal to keep a pet piranha, well at least for his sake he hoped it was. He waved slowly and realized that it probably pretty stupid to wave, at that thought he slowly lowered his waving hand and stuffed his hand into his jean pocket. Bryce shrugged, as such a late hour, but it really didn’t matter it wasn’t like they had a bed time or anything. If they did he would have gotten in trouble a long long time ago, seeing as he lived for late hours, they were a lot more entertaining than simply the day time, which was filled with normal people. He lived for the hours when the drunks come out and you see more of an exciting time. ”Eh. I heard a rumor that there was a zombie golf course out here. I was following the disemboweled moans when I decided HEY! This is stupid! So I high tailed it to the kiddy park, because zombies aren’t innocent enough to play on swings.” he stated with as straight of a face as he could manage. ”Yourself?” he asked looking at her curiously.
this is the moment this is the time
for us all to finally shine so this is post is for jay so that bryce could have a little fun. really don't be frightened, its only four hundred eighty nine words. the musical inspiration goes to glee and honor society. all the images and the template are made by ashy! oh thats me! this is totally and utterly complete. also my notes are didn't mean to make this that long.. haha.. but this post was amusing my muse.
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