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Post by Leah Gerard on Jul 29, 2009 21:54:23 GMT -5
It was a rare day at the beach. The fog seemed to cover most of the surrounding area. The usually sunny escape turned into a dark and chilly atmosphere instilled by the disturbing silence. It was perfect. The sands were empty except for those who braved the darkness for the waves. Of course, there is the girl sitting in her small beach blanket, captured by the content that she is writing.
It is as it seemed not at all distracting that the winds blew all of her belongings in the same way it blew at her long brown hair. Her cold gray eyes were fixed on the words that she needed to get out. Her mind wasn't bothered because of the protection she had put. Her MP3 on full blast. The songs paving her way to write out her thoughts. She smirks.'The perfect ending', she thought as she places her pen between her lips. |
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Post by bunnay on Jul 29, 2009 22:41:53 GMT -5
Rosalie had decided to return to the place she had been the first day of her arrival. Even though it was the exact same place, it looked completely different. If there had been a storm brewing, it would have been mimicking her mood exactly. Walking down towards the water in this, she spotted the figure of a girl sitting on the sand. As she got closer, she recognized the brunette as the girl she'd met downtown few days before. Seeing as the girl seemed in the middle of something, she walked past her a bit and sat down in the sand. |
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Post by Leah Gerard on Jul 29, 2009 23:13:31 GMT -5
Chris Daughtry's voice made it's way out of the ear buds and into her ears. The song filled her thoughts and new scenes came to mind. "We use to have this figured out, we used to breathe without a doubt." she sang absent mindlessly. Her jaw dropped, the pen dropping to it's place on her lap. "Begin with the end." she mutters. Grinning, she returns to her writing, filling the page with her words.
Minutes later, a new song began, Thunder by Boys Like Girls. At first she passed the song by. Making it nothing but white noise. Suddenly, the title caught her attention. Thunder. She looks up examining the sky, or what was visible of it. It was dreary and extremely dark. Thunder would be possible she concluded, finally taking notice of the girl next to her. She seemed oddly familiar, but Leah, couldn't quite remember. |
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Post by bunnay on Jul 29, 2009 23:53:22 GMT -5
Rose lifted her aviators off her eyes and looked up at the sky. Wearing the glasses made no difference in the color of the clouds and sky. She wouldn't be surprised if the sky just opened up and cried right then and there. She closed her eyes, flinching at the sting that penetrated her right eye, and embraced the wind as it hit her face. Being out in the elements relaxed her. As she let her other senses heighten, she heard singing. When the girl stopped, Rosalie commented, "You have a great voice."
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Post by Leah Gerard on Jul 30, 2009 0:42:19 GMT -5
Leah's eyes went wide with the comment. Her voice was very familiar. It was killing her that she couldn't put her finger on it. She takes out both ear buds and politely said, "Thank you." Smiling as she referred to the comment about her voice. Her smile was awkward, a clear sign of uneasiness.
She has always been guarded, never the one to say something first. Shyness was a bad thing on the subjects that she was taught. This time, was an evident example. She looks around, unsure of what to say. |
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Post by bunnay on Jul 30, 2009 0:55:00 GMT -5
Rosalie put her aviators back on and turned to the girl. It was obvious the girl didn't remember her. "I'm Rosalie, we met a few days ago, downtown when that girl was about to have an asthma attack." she said, attempting to refresh the girl's memory. She didn't mind that Leah didn't remember her, not a lot of people did in this town. Why would they, when they had nothing remarkable to remember her by?
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Post by Leah Gerard on Jul 30, 2009 1:04:06 GMT -5
It all came back to Leah. She was one of the girls that she ran into due to her preoccupation with loosing Holden Caulfield. Her mouth formed an 'o' before she answered. "Oh, that's why you seemed so familiar." She pauses. "I'm Leah, by the way, if you didn't remember." she continued as she held out her hand. Her smile became lighter, it was a familiarity smile. Funny saying that reminded her of the the 6 smiles from Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. Leah laughs lightly, "This situation sounds like one of those story-book versions." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized how stupid they sounded. 'Shut up Leah!' she thought. |
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Post by bunnay on Aug 7, 2009 19:04:47 GMT -5
Rosalie gave a slight smile at Leah remembering her. "Yeah. I'm Rosalie." she replied and shook the girl's outstretched hand. It was nice that there was someone that she knew in this town now. "Yep, it does." she said in response to the girl's statement. This reminded her of books she'd read. Two people meet in a panic situation, then days later they run into each other again.
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Post by Leah Gerard on Aug 9, 2009 1:21:11 GMT -5
Leah nods, turning back to her work with an awkward smile. She had always known that she was terrible in introductions, it just so happened that it hasn't been illuminated for a while. That is until right now. The wind had slowed down. Now, caressing her cheeks with gentle strokes. It felt relaxing, as if gentle hands were telling her to let go of her insecurities. Those of which belonged to a certain person, with a persona that she could not at all recognize. She looks down, the piece was of self discovery, finding one self and gaining independence.
Ironic. Here she was, writing her ability to be independent and the easiness of letting some go because it was right. And yet, she knows for a fact that she was no where near the trait. She was afraid, that much she let herself understand. But of whatever else reason, she did not dare venture. She knew that it was only Human Nature to need someone. She shook her head. She was never the one to be weakened by a loss. She has seen the effects and would never let herself succumb to the absence of a person in her life.
Tears were threatening to fall. Her cheeks burned and were stained with the rush of heat. Looking around, she grabs her pair of sunglasses as to cover up any evidence of vulnerability. The tears still fell, no one able to stop them. The indentation was made on her paper but she just looked away. Letting all of this pass, just like how she knew she should. |
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