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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 25, 2009 8:35:24 GMT -5
Slowly Jeremy walked around the slightly dark auditorium. It was after school, but he just felt like roaming around. Walking up on the stage he tapped the microphone and it let out a small screech. He yelped and jumped back falling down. Smirking he stood back up and said quietly "Test one. Three. FOUR FIVE SIX!" He did screamo on the last part and than fell on the floor laughing for a couple of seconds and than stood back up. His MP3 that was blasting in his ears changed to 'Broken by Seether and Evanescence.' God, he loved this song.
He looked around than he started to sing Seether's part:
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh I want to hold you high steal your pain away I keep your photograph I know it serves me well I want to hold you high and steel your pain[/color]
He stopped. He realized he was looking at the ground and his hair covered his face. Looking up it still covered his face and he was crying. Well not sob cry, but tears were falling. This reminded him so much of his girlfriend he was in love with deeply that was killed. He didn't like to remember how. He never found out. He didn't want to.
Walking away from the microphone he pulled himself together and realized he was alone. More alone than he has felt. Ever. It was hard moving to a new town. Alone. No parents. No one. Not even an alcholic father to yell stupid words. He missed that. Shows you how alone he was. He whispered "What the hell was I thinking..." He shook his head and just ran in circles across the stage for a moment than collapsed on the ground smiling. He that just laid there. Listening to his music and staring at the ceiling.
Status:Done Words; Unsure Notes: :Ahh my charrie. This would be his first board so any takers? Tagged: Open
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 14:16:33 GMT -5
[/SIZE][/color][/font] Take my place and look inside[/font] Lost my faith but don't you cry[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hannah didn't know what to do now. She didn't know what was right and what was wrong. And now she was left with major trust issues. All that was on her mind was the picture of Tristan's dead body. She would never forget watching the peramedics come in and take him away. Or the sound of May's crying. And all she could do was watch. Watch and wait for something to come along. May hated her, Tristan was dead, and now she felt alone. But she remembered that Tristan would always be there if she needed him.
Hannah walked into the auditorium looked at the stage. She sighed and then noticed a guy laying on the ground with his Mp3. Someone to keep her company at least. Hannah walked up the stage and walked up to the guy "You need some company? She smiled down at the boy. Someone who could be a frined to her. That's what she needed right now more then anything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
POST STATUS:[/color]lalalalala TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] person!LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color]Escape The Fate ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color]Lily WHERE WE AT?:[/color]Auditorium WORD COUNT:[/color]too lazy to count LOOKING LIKE:[/color]what she's wearing in the picture NOTES:[/color]good friends stick with you til the end [/font] [/align] [/ul]
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 25, 2009 14:42:34 GMT -5
Jeremy looked up to see a girl talk to him. He noticed she had been crying. Standing up he said "Frankly I don't mind. I think you are the one who needs the company. Something wrong?" Standing in front of her he brushed the hair out of his eyes. Her make-up was smeared, but he didn't say anything. She was pretty. Her blonde hair matched her dark eyes perfectly. Sighing he looked at her. He could see the pain in her eyes so much.
As if death.
He looked at her for two seconds more and asked "I am Jeremy by the way. Also if I can help in anyway..I will. Because I bet I could understand, I mean, I am recovering from someone I was deeply in love with just die. I found out before I moved here..." He was telling her so much, but he didn't care. Hell, if she was going through something the exact same as him she would understand. Looking at her he smiled and said "I know it might be weird since I just told you,like, half my laugh in three seconds, but yeah.." He smiled at the girl.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 14:59:31 GMT -5
Hannah wiped the smeared makeup off of her face. She said "Well yeah. I just recently..." She stopped when he said that he had someone dear to him die too. "What a coincidence. Me too. no less then 3 hours ago, I watched my boyfriend's dead body being taken away right in front of my eyes. Including his mother's sobbing and yelling." She felt another tear roll down her face. She was growing irritated with them.
"Well it's very nice to meet you Jeremy. I'm Hannah. She held out her hand to shake it. Hannah soon noticed that she didn't have her guitar. Her guitar usually clamed her down. "Hold on I'll be right back." She ran out of the auditorium and came back with her guitar. This time she had her electric. She sat down on the stage and looked at Jeremy.
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 25, 2009 15:08:24 GMT -5
Jeremy looked at her. Saw her boyfriends dead body taken away all of a few hours ago. Ouch. Harsh. His own heart started to ache with pain. He opened his mouth than closed it. A couple of tears rolled down his face. Looking at her he shook her hand sort of robotic. He than snapped back into reality and nodded saying "God, that is harsh." He looked at her for a moment. Hannah. A very pretty name. He shook his hair out for a moment.
Looking at Hannah and her guitar he raised an eyebrow, and smiled. Looking at her guitar he didn't touch it, but asked "Could you play Broken by Seether? If you could that would be awesome. It is my favorite song of all time." Staring at her guitar he just looked at it than he sang what he sang before quietly.
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh I want to hold you high steal your pain away I keep your photograph I know it serves me well I want to hold you high and steel your pain
He looked at her. He was crying. He tried to hold it back, but he couldn't and he said "God, I look like such a wimp, but I am so sorry about what happened. I know how much it hurts." His voice was cracking and he wasn't very happy about it right now.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 15:19:47 GMT -5
Hannah looked at him and said"sure." She picked up her guitar and started playing, she even started to sing along
The worst is over now And we can breath again. I wanna hold you high and steal my pain away There's so much left to learn And no one left to fight.
She kept singing and playing. She noticed a tear on his face. She frowned and said "No I know what your going through. It's ok to let it out. I won't judge.
Hannah felt a tear of her own falling down her face. They were in the same situration and she was happy she found someone that could understand that. Hannah smiled at him when the song was over and said "I know it's hard now, but I know he's always going to be there with me. She smiled at the ground remembering when she talked to him in the bathroom. "Well just to let you know, i'm always going to be there for you if you need it. If you have anything to say or anything you want to talk about, i'm here." She smiled slightly up at him. She was going to be way less selfish now even though she wasn't really selfish in the first place.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 15:28:33 GMT -5
Hannah looked at him and said"Sure." She picked up her guitar and started playing, she even started to sing along
The worst is over now And we can breath again. I wanna hold you high and steal my pain away There's so much left to learn And no one left to fight.
She kept singing and playing. She noticed a tear on his face. She frowned and said "No I know what your going through. It's ok to let it out. I won't judge.
Hannah felt a tear of her own falling down her face. They were in the same situration and she was happy she found someone that could understand that. Hannah smiled at him when the song was over and said "I know it's hard now, but I know he's always going to be there with me. She smiled at the ground remembering when she talked to him in the bathroom. "Well just to let you know, i'm always going to be there for you if you need it. If you have anything to say or anything you want to talk about, i'm here." She smiled slightly up at him. She was going to be way less selfish now even though she wasn't really selfish in the first place. [/quote]
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 26, 2009 17:42:22 GMT -5
Jeremy raised an eyebrow at Hannah. Her guitar skills were pretty good. He smiled and tapped his hand on his leg a couple of times than stopped. He sung a couple times, but he was really self concious about his voice he didn't say much. Pushing his long sleeves up he showed multiple tattoos. He didn't care if she didn't like them or not. Standing up for a moment he held up the one moment sign and than rushed behind the curtains. Looking for his backpack he picked it up and decieded he wanted his short sleeved shirt. It was hot in here. Pulling off his long sleeved shirt he stumbled and cursed as he feel back. He was looking at her. Shrugging he pulled on his short sleeved t-shirt and sat down back next ot her and, his italian accent strong, said "Sorry 'bout that. I am clumsy." He smiled at her. Pushing the hair out of his eyes and suddenly, started to sing: Even if I say it will be alright. Still I hear you say you want to end your life. Now again we tried to just stay alive Baby, we will turn it around because it is not to late it's never to late. [/center] He looked at her and his cheeks went bright red and he said "Sorry, I just felt like..I needed to get that out you know? Plus, you aren't being selfish. You just had someone die. So if you need to tell me anything you can go ahead." He couldn't help, but frown when she said that her boyfriend will always be there. He wasn't sure where Stephanie was. He wasn't sure if she just..dissapeared. Seeing that she was crying he wiped a tear off of her cheek and said "For someone who just lost someone close you are pretty strong." He punched her shoulder lightly and smiled at her. He sighed and looked at his arms. Just for a moment. Looking back up at her he realized he was crying. So many tears were falling from his face, but his eyes didn't show pain. They showed peace. He wasn't depressed anymore. He found someone who just went through the same thing as him. They were sort of exactly alike it was scary. It was also amazing. He silently thanked God in his head for this and smiled at her again. Notes: Holy crap. I made a long post o3o
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 26, 2009 18:11:36 GMT -5
Tristan sat himself next to Hannah, not that no one would see him. He was dead of course. For some reason, he did kinda like this guy. He seemed better for Hannah then what he was to her. He just broke her. Though, he could tell that this dude lost someone too. Tristan stood up and patted the guy. "You seem better for her then I was." He said, though no one would hear him. He stood over the guy, watching. He looked up at Hannah. He smiled at her, obviously approving. He moved back to her and played one note on her guitar when it was silence. He smiled and sat back down next to Jeremy.
He didn't think that this boy would notice him. He was of course a ghost. He leaned on the boy, though being intangible he went threw him. "Well, this is awkward..." He mumbled. He moved again, sitting next to Hannah and playing a few more notes on her guitar. At least Jenna had his now. And it was ina good home.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 27, 2009 11:07:04 GMT -5
Hannah stopped playing and looked at Jeremy and smiled. She was happy that she had found someone like him. She suddenly noticed Tristan was there. He kinda was given away when he played a note on her guitar. Hannah jumped. She raised an eyebrow. Apperently he was going to haunt her for a while but she was ok with that. She looked at Jeremy and said "Well it looks like i'm not the only one who needs to let something out. And it's quite ok I do that with my guitar sometimes." When she knew that Tristan strummed another string she turned and glared and whispered. "Can you stop that?" She started to think that this wasn't going to be as fun as she thought.
Hannah looked at the tattoos on his arms. And for some reason she instantly loved them. "Hey cool. How long have you had them?" It was strange, she was never that highly fasinated by someones tattoos but his were cool.
She moved sideways as he punched her in the arm lightly. She was just making it more dramatic. She turned to him and raised on eyebrow. "I can punch back you know." She punched him in the arm. "Oh that was fun, no wonder why people do.....nevermind." She giggled a bit. That one surprised her. She hadn't laughed for a while and she remembered why she loved it. her cheeks turned red again and she said to Jeremy "Sorry that's my true self." hannah was slightly embarrassed.
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 27, 2009 11:20:39 GMT -5
Jeremy jumped when he saw the guitar strum on it's own. That was odd. Than he felt a strange cold presence. It wasn't a bad presence. He felt as if the ghost liked him or something. Than he felt someone go right through him. Okay that was creepy.. He shivered. Rubbing his arms he said to Hannah "I think your boyfriend is here. I hope he likes me haha." He smiled to himself and tapped Hannah on the head and said "I got these tattoo's because my mom approved of them. Before she started to hate me. Hell, I don''t really care." He shrugged again.
Looking at her he said "Oh sweet. I love your lip pierving and nose piercing. It is pretty cool. I have snake bites myself." He bit his lower lip as he said that. He was nervous at the moment. His stomach churned and he was nervous. Looking at her he sighed.
Jeremy fell on his side and said "Owww! That hurrrrt!" He looked at her and smiled. He said "No tell me. What was your thought. Finish it! I don't like unfinished sentences." He laughed. Looking at her he said "Well your true self is pretty cool you know that?" He laughed. Moving close to her he smiled and asked "One question. Are you easily amused?" Before she even answered the question he stood up and started to run than. He tripped. it looked rather slow, but it happened quickly. He laughed and his shirt fell up and covered his face. He started to talk, but it was muffled. Keeping his shirt over his head he walked near her and stopped about an inch in front and said loudly "Could you help me?" He laughed.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 27, 2009 11:46:34 GMT -5
Tristan frowned. "But I don't want to." He said, though he wasn't heard. He played another note, showing his reponces. How he was going to tell this guy to go for her, he wasn't sure yet. He thought for a moment. He moved threw Hannah, it was much easier this way, and threw her bag to get a pen, or it was a marker and a piece of paper. The papar moved with his hand, though it looked like it was floating. He then moved the paper and the pen. He wrote a single sentence down and moved it over to hannah to read.
He seems good for you.[/font]
He looked back at the boy.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 27, 2009 11:53:51 GMT -5
Hannah looked at Jeremy and laughed histerically. "I guess you could say that yes." She smiled wide hatching an idea while his shirt was up. She stood up and started to tickle him. She was amused by this. It was very fun to tickle him. After she was finished she helped him with his shirt and then sat down. She looked at the piece of paper and then replied. "Ok yeah i know but i'm not trying to think about that right now. I'm just trying to get over you being dead still. i'm not ready to move on to someone else just yet." Hannah looked at Jeremy when he said that Tristan was there. She smiled and said "Oh he's here alright."
She couldn't believe it she was having the most fun she had ever had and it was without tristan there was a huge shock. Especially since he died no less four hours ago. She was just glad she found someone else that she could relate to and someone who could talk to her and tell her everything was alright. Hannah laid down and looked up at the ceiling. She sighed and kicked her feet. She was feeling weird, sad, and happy all at once and she also couldn't explain why. Who could?
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 27, 2009 11:59:58 GMT -5
Jeremy laughed when she started to tickle her and said "Oh god stop! Stop! Haha!" He held his stomach and giggled again. When his shirt was down he looked at the note that seemed like that Tristan, her boyfriend, wrote. His cheeks changed a bright red. DId Tristan feel like they should go out? He wasn't ready for that. Looking up at the ceiling he said "One sec Hannah. I shall get revenge on you." Glaring at Hannah he laughed and walked behind the curtains.
He closed his eyes and whispered "Tristan, if that is your name, if you can hear me than you have to listen okay? I am not ready to move on yet. I had my own girlfriend die from somethign I never found out about. So it might take me awhile. Hannah is really nice, but we might just be friends okay? She is really nice, pretty, and funny..." Okay. He liked her. He knew it, but he wasn't ready to start dating yet. Not yet. Walking out from behind the curtain he walked toward her and moved the bangs out of his face. Running near her he started to tickle her and said "Mwahahaha! I found my revenge!" He smiled and kept tickling her than stopped after ten seconds and said "We are even." He smiled.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 27, 2009 12:13:51 GMT -5
Tristan made a face. This guy was really strange, but Hannah seemed to be at least happy. He looked down as she wrote her reponse to what he wrote. He frowned and took the pen.
Maybe I wouldn't be dead if you didn't kiss Jackson. Hm?? Anyway, its too late now. But he seems to make you happy. Unlike me.
And tell Jeremy, Its been years for him. It's probably time for him to move on. Friends will turn lovers. Its just common sense. And just for the record. I can find out one way or another what he's thinking. Just cause I'm dead doesn't mean I'm gone. As you can see from this writing. And yes, he doesn't have to think of me as a ghost. Just talk to me as I'm alive cause that will be annoying very fast. And Yes. My name is Tristan Zachary Flaherty.But Tristan is perfectly fine. Just don't call me a ghost.
He wrote back. He put the pen down and stood up, moving himself around to the boy. "Your right for her. Don't even think about how your not. Then again, you can't hear me can you.." He said. He poked the boy, his hand going threw the boys heart. It was warm, and sweet. Unlike what his was. Tristan's heart was cold and silent for ever.
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