Cut your strings and be free with me! (OPEN)

[Chris Murphy]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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Chris was very bored. He wanted something to do, someone to talk to. Though, he wasn't sure who was around, and he ended up here in the park. How? He didn't really know. He had his large bulky headphones over his head moved so that the part that was suppose to be on the top of his head was on his neck, with his white hat on his head. He had on a black sweatshirt and regular blue jeans on. He had on black and white skater DC shoes on that weren't tied, the laces tucked under his feet. You could call him a normal looking guy, except the fact that his lips were pierced at least six times. He had one pair of snake bites in, one pair of pointed ones that he couldn't remember the name of, and regular studs in his mouth. He also has a bit of eye liner around his eyes, but that was only to hide the bags around them. Chris never actually slept well. This week so far, he got about 4 hours of sleep. And that was only in his classes. For in his dorm at night, he was exploding sharpies or watching tv, trying to fall asleep, but it never worked well for the senior boy.

The blonde boy tripped over his feet,stumbled but didn't fall. Of course some of the mothers with their babies in the strollers started to laugh at him, but he didn't care. He was to much of a klutz to. "Oh? You think that;s funny hm?" He asked them. They just nodded and walked away. He rolled his eyes at them. Oh yes. Just make fun of the boy that can't really walk in a straight line without tripping. Sooo lady-like ladies. He thought. He kept walking though, tripping every once in a while. He stopped walking for a moment, realizing that he almost walked into a man, he moved and tripped over a rock and landed on his ass in the grass. He groaned a bit and sat there. The people around him laughed a bit, and he just gave them the finger. Hey! If they were going to laugh at him, then fine, they can get a nasty him. He grabbed his hat from the grass about 2 feet from him and stood up. He brushed himself off and kept walking.

Some people were so mean. Laughing at someone because they tripped. It wasn't very nice at all. So what if someone wasn't able to walk without tripping? It wasn't nice to laugh at them. Someone would have been nice and helped him up, but of course, not in this century. People only cared about themselves. He stopped walking for a moment, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Chris wasn't once to smoke a lot, but every once and a while he did. And now he was. He pulled out the lighter from his pocket, and one cigarette. He light the cigarette and put it in his mouth, before he closed the pack and the lighter, and stuffed both back into his pocket. He started to walk again, as he took a long drag from the cigarette. He took it out of his mouth for a moment, the same moment that he tripped again and landed his knees into a bench. "God damn it. Mother fucker." He growled. He took a seat on the bench and put the cigarette back in his mouth.

He rubbed his knee for a moment and stood back up. He took a seat on the ground. He just liked sitting on the ground better. And there was a lady with a 5 year old on the other side of the bench glaring at him. Like shooting daggers from her eyes glaring at him. He wondered if anyone from school would find him there, or anyone at all wanted to talk to the boy that was much different then the way he looked. Now he was calm, that morning he was so hyper is was insane.

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[/color] RAWR
WORDS;;[/color] 677
STATUS;;[/color] DONE
TAGGED;;[/color] OPEN
MUSIC;;[/color] Starstruckk - 3OH!3
CREDIT;;[/color] RHYS of caution2.0, bby![/size][/right]

[- anthony snyder]

this aint a song for the broken hearted
no silent prayer for the fake departed

It was a nice time to be living in the state of New York. There was something about living here that gave everyone the shot of a life time. This was the place where Tony finally realized that this is where he belonged. Seemed sort of cheesy that there was a place for him where he felt like he belonged. Sure his father had wanted him and tried to convince him that he had belonged at home, but he wanted Tony to remain in Oklahoma for his own greedy reasons, to use his son’s dream of becoming a model to land himself a second wife, to land someone half his age to add to his life. Anthony wasn’t going to be another person in his plot, his father would have to find a different way to use people, and he wasn’t going to use his son in his story. It was sort of sad how much he had to fight to come here, how long it took for his father to finally be convinced that he belonged somewhere other than in his pocket. It wasn’t like his father was very proud of the fact that his son was bi, or had even went out and dated another male out in public. That wasn’t how you acted in the south. It was almost unspoken of, unheard of. So it was just best that he cut the ties early instead of growing too attached to someone who was just a user to begin with. Or at least that’s how Tony saw it. Many others didn’t really agree with him. Fuck them.

There was something about walking down a concrete street with a sultry look upon his face that seemed to make life feel so much better. Maybe it was the fact that heads of all types turned and watched the tall and beautifully sculpted Apollo walk down the street. It probably wasn’t that, they saw that sort of thing all the time in New York, hell even here in the Hamptons they saw that a lot, seeing as it was a living fishing grounds of most of the beautiful and famous. Probably the fact that he in fact was walking his pet dog along with him, was probably what got them, he didn’t have someone walking briskly behind him, leash in hand as they fumbled down the street in his wake. No Tony walked with his own dog. The puppy bounced happily against the leash, trying to pull his master where he willed. The puppy didn’t have much strength, no where near enough to even phase Tony. He was barely big enough to be walking on a leash to begin with, but the puppy and his owner agreed that they enjoyed the exercise, even if half way threw Anthony would have to carry the puppy himself, after he was tired out. There were reasons why he was glad for crazy pet owners, who had invented dog bags. One of which was slung over Anthony’s shoulder, waiting for its own use.

He and the puppy had made a turn into the park, the puppy slowing with each passing moment, as he wagged curiously at each tree, or person that passed the pair. Rosto, stopped at his masters side, barking loudly. Picking up the puppy, Tony placed the puppy into the bag and continued to walk, the puppy’s head sticking out of the bag, as he laid on his stomach, viewing the world happily. Anthony scoffed rolling his eyes at his puppy as he came to the sight of someone sitting on the ground next to the a bench, a cigarette in his mouth. Oh wasn’t this teenage rebellion all over it, Rosto barked and wiggled in his bag. ”Your not serious are you?” he asked the dog raising a eye brow. Scowling at him listening to his dog, Anthony walked over to the fellow teen, settling Rosto on the bench. Anthony settled on the ground, leaning against the bench, one leg bent his forearm resting against it. ”Sup.” he said with a nod of his head towards the other teen. ”Anthony Snyder. Hampton Senior.” he stated holding out a hand to the other teen.

I aint going to be another face in the crowd
its my life, its now or never

i know we'll never see these days again, but this is for chris. his dog looks like rosto! this may not seem like it was completed but believe me it was. it even has seven hundred and one words to this story. the music in this heart and soul of this post is the band glee club the lyrics are from the song Its My Life & Confessions Mash Up

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[Chris Murphy]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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Chris took another drag of the cigarette. He was calm for one thing, something he wasn't usually. He was usually this hyper spazz that was away screamed at to shut up and calm down. Of course, he would just stick out his pierced tongue and keep being hyper active. Of course, he usually had so much sugar and caffeine in his system that he usually couldn't stop being hyper. He looked at the side of him, seeing a small ladybug on the blades of grass. It was cold out, and he was sure that the thing was going to die, if it wasn't already dead. He poked the bug, and sure enough it fell to the dirt not moving. It has frozen its self to death. Silly buggy. He said softly to the dead bug. Of course, it was just like him to talk to the dead bug next to him. Strange boy. Strange tich kid that didn't take any of it.

Chris could hear someone walked toward him, but he didn't take notice of it. Over his music, he could hear a small dog baring ans someone shushing it. only turned off his iPod when the boy sat down and said something to him. Chris looked at him, and the dog in the bag. He raised one eyebrow at the dog. "Nothing. Sitting on the ground. Fell into the bench. How about you?" He said, rather politely."I'm Chris Murphy. Yeah, I'm a senior at Hampton. He said after a moment of hearing the boy's name and where he went to school. He looked at the boy's out reached hand. Did people actually shake hands still. Not being rude he shook the boy's hand. He left go after a moment, to brush his bleach blonde hair out of his brown/hazel eyes.

Looking at the small dong in the bag next to the boy leaning on the bench he asked, What kind of dog? Chris loved dogs. He was strange like that. He chewed on his snake bites for a moment, staring at the dog. He didn't understand the fact that they mad purses for the animals. They were tacky, and it only made the dog look spoiled and fat. It should be able to walk, cause a lot of dogs did walk. They were ugly too. They were creepy with they had made them. He took another long drag from the cigarette and took it out of his mouth, exhaling the gray smoke from his mouth. He held it in his ice cold finger tips. He rubbed it into the dirt were the lady bug carcase was.

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[/color] RAWR
WORDS;;[/color] 437
STATUS;;[/color] DONE
TAGGED;;[/color] tony
MUSIC;;[/color] Starstruckk - 3OH!3
CREDIT;;[/color] RHYS of caution2.0, bby![/size][/right]

[- anthony snyder]

this aint a song for the broken hearted
no silent prayer for the fake departed

It was pretty easy to realize that Tony wasn’t a ordinary model. He wasn’t the type to simply associate himself with the naturally beautiful, because quite frankly they bore him. He was the type of person that spent his time around people of all sorts of stories, because they were far more interesting than his dull life. Well a lot of things were actually more wild and interesting than anything that Tony did, other than the fact that this man carried a doggy purse for his puppy. That was probably the strangest thing that he did, or maybe him randomly singing high school musical songs is another thing that was a bit weird, if not a little male predatorish. It was probably a little between both of those things that made him walk a different line of life than models that he knew, the ones that stood in a statue form and plastic face, much like the ones that they seemed to find always on America’s Next Top Model, one of his guilty pleasures.

He nodded at the story. ”Sounds a bit painful if you ask me” Tony insisted. Though it was pretty true, there was nothing more of a failure than pain. If he had done something of the sort, it would have resulted in a bruise and then he would have to deal with photographers complaining about the bruise for several hours. It would have been nicer if it was a shorter time span, but hey! Its what they gave him, and he always worked with what he was given, even if it lacked a lot. ”Nice to meet you though Chris Murphy. What art genre?” he asked the fellow senior. Nice to find someone in his grade, and someone who wasn’t afraid to talk. Shy people irritated Anthony like no other. There was no reason to be shy.

Tony peered back at Rosto, who had taken the liberty to sitting up and wag his tail happily looking at them both. ”He is a white lab from my guesses. The little guy was abandoned on my door back home and I couldn’t let him just go to the pound. He’s pretty unique in color and well I dunno what I would do with myself if I lived here without one familiar face.” Tony explained, throwing his arm back and rubbing the back of his companion. ”So how long yah been going to Hamptons? This is my first year.” he explained. He seemed to do that a lot to explain to others about himself. He didn’t always enjoy the spot light. Resting his hand in his lap, he looked back at Chris.

I aint going to be another face in the crowd
its my life, its now or never

i know we'll never see these days again, but this is for chris. his dog looks like rosto! this may not seem like it was completed but believe me it was. it even has four hundred and fourty three words to this story. the music in this heart and soul of this post is the band glee club the lyrics are from the song Its My Life & Confessions Mash Up

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[Chris Murphy]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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Chris nodded to the boy. "Yeah. But I'm a klutz so.." He said, trailing off with his words. He pulled the large bulky headphones off his head and put them in his lap, for they didn't fit in his pocket. "Photography. What about you?" He answered. He really liked the camera that he had, but he couldn't remember what type of camera it was. His mother called him a fail for it. But to him, it didn't really matter. It wasn't like he was going to break it or anything. It was way to special for it to be broken. He sister got it for him for christmas, but his mother had to give it to him because Anna-Marie died in a crash the month before.

Well, He's cute. Chris said. He looked at the small puppy. He was adorable. Chris was a sucker for animals. He loved dogs the most. They were always so happy-go-lucky. "I want a dog, but my parents think that they are too much work to take care off. I mean, its not like want some huge German Shepard or anything. I want like a Shetland Sheep Dog. Chris explained. His parents thought that he would love it for a year, then get bored of it, and dump it on someone else to have because he didn't want to have it anymore. But that wasn't true. Chris always wanted pets to take care of. He had a dog when he was little, a Shetland actually. She was the sweetest dog you could ever meet, but she ended up getting very sick and dieing.

"I actually just moved her about a week and a half ago. He said, rubbing thew back of his neck wi th his hands. He put his hand down, right were the still warm cigarette was. "Ouch!" He said, pulling his hand instantly to his side. He looked at his hand. It was red at the palm, but it wasn't burned, or would leave a mark or anything. He chewed on his lip, snake bits and all.

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[/color] RAWR
WORDS;;[/color] 347
STATUS;;[/color] DONE
TAGGED;;[/color] OPEN
MUSIC;;[/color] Starstruckk - 3OH!3
CREDIT;;[/color] RHYS of caution2.0, bby![/size][/right]

[- anthony snyder]

this aint a song for the broken hearted
no silent prayer for the fake departed

It wasn’t that weird to know someone whom was a klutz. That seemed to be a constant thing that went on with people, those that walked and those whom, had a hard time walking. Some had problems preventing them, others, well it was their own personal problem that caused them from the lack of walking ability. Personally he couldn’t have handled being a klutz, models weren’t supposed to be like that, they are supposed to be strong and elegant, not someone that falls down, or someone that has a issue with doing what their supposed to. ”I wouldn’t know what its like to be a Klutz. It would be a pretty large damper on my life. I’m a model. But I adore photography. You any good?” he asked Chris. He had to appreciate photographers, without them, he would be out of a career, someone had to put up with models, might as well be photographers.

”His name is Rosto.” Tony explained, the puppy wiggling free from his bag and jumping down off the bench wagging its tail excitedly at the sound of his name. Anthony scratched the dog instinctively behind the ear, as Rosto sat next to his owner. ”Large dogs are the best. The small breeds, tend to scare the living shit out of me. There is something unnatural with tiny dogs. Well, you’re here. Might as well find some animal for a companion. Its not like your parents are here to tell you no.” Tony pointed out. The Shetland Sheep dog in his opinion was a pretty nice dog, not really his cup of tea. Then again, Tony was more for just large breed if not medium sized breed dog, something generic too, something you saw everyday, but unique in its own personal way, much like Rosto, he was white not even golden, a odd color to see in a dog.

He nodded at the fact that Chris was new as well. He understood what it was like to be new, it wasn’t a fun feeling of not knowing anyone and the constant feeling of being lost. ”Yeah. I know that feeling. I hate being the new kid. Its like a fresh start, but without any somewhat familiarity to anything.” Tony explained. Maybe it was just him. Which was always possible, Tony was a bit odd. He and Rosto jumped at his exclaimed ouch. Chris was looking at his hand. ”You okay? Many reasons to not smoke. It hurts you more than one way.” he joked with a crooked grin.

I aint going to be another face in the crowd
its my life, its now or never

i know we'll never see these days again, but this is for chris. his dog looks like rosto! this may not seem like it was completed but believe me it was. it even has four hundred and twenty two words to this story. the music in this heart and soul of this post is the band glee club the lyrics are from the song Its My Life & Confessions Mash Up

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[Chris Murphy]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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Chris shrugged. "Eh. I suppose I am, everyone says I am.. But I'm one to think that of course it wasn't my best picture... but hey if it gets me a good grade then sure. But that's cool that you're a model. I could never pull being a model off. I've got to many cuts and bruises from everyday." He said, laughing slightly. He was always tripping over his own feet, getting himself hurt by his own balance issues. He was like this since he was little. Always walking into things, tripping over them, falling into them, the same thing everyday day of his life for him.

Well, He's adorable. Chris said, smiling at the dog. I dunno... The big dogs scare me, like they will eat me or something, and then the really small dogs look like rats. He said. When he was little, his friend had a huge dog, he licked Chris almost to death, knocking him off his feet, not that it was hard to do anyway, and licked him. He just didn't like the really huge dogs, they just were weird. Then the really tiny dogs weren't dogs, they were cats or rodents in hiding. They didn't look like dogs. They were small, fluffy.. Just like pillows.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I've done this before. He said, shaking his hand off. Sure it hurt, but it couldn't hurt as much as getting burned on his neck or his arm. Which has happened to him before. His arm was burned a lot from other seniors and collage kids picking on the short blonde guy. And his neck was from when his friends came over his house in Miami once, drunk and took his cigarettes and burned his neck with them. He had the scar from it too. He spent about a week in the hospital from it.

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[/color] RAWR
WORDS;;[/color] too lazy
STATUS;;[/color] DONE
TAGGED;;[/color] OPEN
MUSIC;;[/color] Starstruckk - 3OH!3
CREDIT;;[/color] RHYS of caution2.0, bby![/size][/right]

[- anthony snyder]

this aint a song for the broken hearted
no silent prayer for the fake departed

Tony layed his head back onto the bench, looking up at the sky. This was by far one of his favorite things to do when he had nothing better to do with his life. Well he had something better to do right now, but hey. He was constantly turned on constantly doing something and moving. Though he was also occasionally not doing anything, still life. Well he was just a strange person to begin with. It wasn’t too odd to him right this moment, he had done much worst like jump from the spot that he was sitting and then hitting his head hard against a hard object above him, that had only happened twice, it was a bad day. That’s not enough to have to confine himself into a bubble, no. He could be around people without being in a bubble. That was something to be thankful for. ”You are your own worst critic. I know that feeling. I constantly live in the thoughts and ideas that I could have done better, no matter how many compliments I receive. Being a model. Well its nice. I sort of enjoy the attention and yet I sort of don’t. it’s a win and lose situation.’ Anthony stated, tracing a hole in the knee of his jeans.

”He’s a very adorable dog. Good pal to have.” Tony nodded in agreement, still watching carefully as his hand continued to trace over the hole. ”I always feel like if I have a little dog, that they will eat me in my sleep. I knew a daushund that would attack people in uniform. Went right threw a screen door to attack a police officer.” Anthony stated with a grin turning his head and looking at Chris. That was by far one of the greatest stories to tell, because the police officers face was just priceless. ”That’s probably one of the many problems with smoking. It causes more harm than good.”

I aint going to be another face in the crowd
its my life, its now or never

i know we'll never see these days again, but this is for chris. his dog looks like rosto! this may not seem like it was completed but believe me it was. it even has three hundred and ten words to this story. the music in this heart and soul of this post is the band glee club the lyrics are from the song Its My Life & Confessions Mash Up

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