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Post by katty on Feb 27, 2010 19:55:09 GMT -5
Josie walked into the empty room with her guitar case in hand. She looked around, slightly glad no one was here. She prefered being alone, more so since no one really liked her. She had always thought moving here would make life different. That she'd finally make friends. But nope. She was still the same, socially awkward, teenage girl. No one really talked to her and it was just like always.
She sat down in a comfy chair and sighed, reaching down and running her hand along the case of her guitar. She smiled and opened it, the smell of the familiar dust tickling her nose. She pulled the instrument into her lap and grinned. She allowed her fingers to delicately push the frets of the old intrument and she strummed lightly. The beautiful music filled the empty air around her and she closed her eyes and smiled. This was peace for her. Away from the tormenting glare of people who thought she was weird or different. It was her safe haven. She couldn't be too disturbed as long as she had her music and she scarsly noticed someone joining her in the vast room.
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Post by TIMOTHY TODD ALEXANDER. on Feb 27, 2010 20:24:05 GMT -5
It was like a dream that he didn't ever have to wake up from, well until this season is over but that wasn't until June and it was what? February? He was all set for now. Camp was his favorite thing, he had been coming her for about four years now and he was really getting a hold of it, yes of course his family lived in town and he could visit anytime he wanted but he liked to act like he was like every other student, he would write letter and such but he would deliver them himself and without a postage stamp. It was weird, but Timothy didn't really care. Once he was famous they would all shut up and try to become his friend. But what he would do would be more sinister, yeah! More sinister than faking friendship, he would play along and when it really counted he would drop them like last season's Gucci glasses. Whatever those were, his mother talked about them nonstop. It was annoying really. Timothy Todd walked into Lassus hall with a smile, he had with him his beloved drum sticks and he was a bit preoccupied with twirling them like a baton. That was the another bonus with playing the drums, you could use them as a weapon. Guitars are large and lanky and hard to hold over your head. His bright green eye glanced around the room, his mind jumping from the eminent death from drumsticks to finding a familiar face. His quest was abolished, the only person there was a red haired girl with a guitar, Oh, Hello Timothy greeted walking over to th vending machine, and putting in a five dollar bill. |
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Post by katty on Feb 27, 2010 20:50:17 GMT -5
Josie was lost in the song now. Well it wasn't really a song. It was a series of notes and cords she was playing at random but it sounded amazing and she knew later she'd be wishing she had taken the time to write out what she was doing. This had the makings of a good song and she'd regret not writing this out. Oh well. She could always sit down later and try and hear it back out. She'd only done that once before though. But she could probably do it again anyways. She set off into a series of fast notes but the last one was cut short as she jumped at a voice. She blushed scarlett as a boy with drum sticks passed by her to the vending stations.
She tucked a piece of red hair behind her ear and her soft voice peeped out. "Uhm...hello..." she responded. She looked around, slightly unaware of what to do. She wasn't one this guy would want to hang out with. She was a social outcast and people who knew her generally didn't like her and people who didn't know her didn't usually bother taking the time to try. She sat in silence, biting her lip and waiting for this boy to either get his snacks and go or demand her absence here. She doubted that he'd demand that she leave but she'd doubt he'd want her around.
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Post by jessyannepace on Feb 28, 2010 3:13:30 GMT -5
Jessy slowly walked down the trail aimlessly, she didn't really know where she was going at all. Staring down at her green converse the trail turned into a paved sidewalk. She slowly lifted her head to meet the wooden building titled, "Lassus Hall" Not being the most smart person in the world she decided to go in, what's the worst that could happen? Shrugging her shoulders she pushed open the door. She waltzed into the room and froze. Not expecting anybody to be their, of course, two people were standing their.
One (the girl) had long red hair, she also had a guitar at hand. The other (who was a guy) had drum sticks. I almost wondered if they noticed me their. Hiya! Um, am I barging in or something? I knew it was probably the most dorky thing to do ever, but I raised my hand and waved to the two of them. When I was about to turn back and run, one replied...
-------I now know that this was NOT a open thread- my apologies. As far as your concerned- this was never posted----------------------
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Post by TIMOTHY TODD ALEXANDER. on Mar 1, 2010 17:19:39 GMT -5
Timothy groped his chin as pondered over what he should get. It was almost an endless possibility of the choices he could get. He was growing hungrier as he thought up all of them. He guessed that it could take hours for him to decide but his growling stomach told him otherwise. He was too hungry to just stand there and debate on what to get. He then decided that he would just press an array of letter/number combinations and see what fate would bring him. G7, F3, H3, L4, A1, those were the combinations that he had absentmindedly pressed. He grinned and leaned forward to fetch his treats. Gummy bears, beef jerky, a roll of Mento’s, French onion sun chips and a Dr. Pepper. Timothy loved it, even when he didn’t care it still went in his favor, he loved this camp. It was just amazing.
With his hands full of his treats, and his drum sticks Timothy then turned his attention to the girl who had squeaked. He walked over to the table nearest to her, so she wouldn’t be put out but he wouldn’t make a mess of all his goodies. He laid it all out on the table in front of him, and began to open each thing, one by one. She seemed like she didn’t want to be bothered, and a gentleman such as Timothy wouldn’t want to interrupt. As soon as he had each open he began to build. Timmy never understood why the last generation advised them against playing with their food. It was fun; Timmy built a life raft using two sun chips, a gummy bear. With a grin he tossed the make-shift raft into his mouth and began chewing. His curiosity got the better of him and he looked to the girl with a smile, Aye, I’m Timoffy he said through a full mouth. He quickly chewed his food and swallowed, Er, Timothy he corrected.
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Post by katty on Mar 7, 2010 9:26:42 GMT -5
Josie watched the boy as he went up to the machine and retrieved his snacks. When he turned back, his smile was so cute as he examined his treats and she couldn't help but grin as she watched him. She watched him and her fingers picked lightly at the strings of her beloved guitar. It was like a soft background music and she looked away from the kid shyly. She played her guitar absent mindedly and stared out the window. She found herself day dreaming again and she smiled at her thoughts. She found herself dreaming of being famous one day. Of being on stage just playing her guitar. Her dream.
She was brought back by the sound of the kid's voice. She smiled lightly and nodded. "Nice to meet you...I'm Josie..." she responded softly. It was more then obvious that she was nervous and shy. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and looked around. She noticed the sticks and grinned before speaking. "You're a drummer?" she asked before blushing again. He'd probably find it odd she pointed out the obvious. She looked down nervously and bit her lip lightly.
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