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Post by reese on Mar 10, 2010 11:24:51 GMT -5
  - - - - -The day had been particularly uneventful for a certain keyboardist by the name of Reese Nikko Jensen. Well at least it was uneventful compared to his usual days. For anybody else a typical day in the life of Reese Jensen would have been full of prank-pulling and obnoxious fun, and would seriously lack anything that was even close to a dull moment. But as the blonde teenager sat on the dock of Scott’s Flat Lake, the entire day kind of seemed like a dull moment. There was nothing that really stuck out to him about his actions. He had worked for a while on trying to sharpen his keyboard skills, pulled his usual pranks, played his ukulele, jumped off of some couches and made-out with a few strangers. Nothing really special. And now he was bored, in the most tortuous sense of the word. A groan escaped from Reese’s lips and he shifted so he was laying on his back on the dock. Boredom wasn’t a normal emotion for such a rambunctious kid to be feeling; but it did happen. And when that terrible feeling happened it made Reese want to throw himself off the top of nearest high object. A little dramatic maybe, but you get the picture.
As Reese shifted, his hand grazed over some of the initials that were carved into the wood of the dock. The boy couldn’t resist his curiosity and decided it would pass time more quickly if he decided to take a look at some of them. It was a definite that Reese was written over this dock. Whether it was his full name spelled out, or just his initials. It would be safe to say that there were also a few lines crossing those initials out angrily. Heartbreaker wasn’t the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind. But one couldn’t really blame Reese, at least not all that much. He was just taking the full advantage of his youth. It wasn’t his fault that the boys and girls he seemed to associate with took this stuff so seriously. Needless to say, it didn’t take long before Reese found a pair of initials and included his. RNJ + TSF placed inside a large heart. He had to admit that he didn’t recognize the other string of initials, so it obviously wasn’t somebody that he had dated in the past. And the carving seemed somewhat fresh, so it would only be a matter of time before this TSF person lost patience and came forward with their affections.
Reese felt into the pocket of his jeans for a second, and the hand emerged a moment later holding a small and dull pocket knife. Because what kind of ‘irresponsible and reckless’ teenage boy would Reese be if he wasn’t constantly carrying around some kind of pocket knife or lighter? Yeah, probably not a very good one. He flipped the blade out of the tiny instrument and started to work on his carving. His carving was simple, consisting of just a tiny monster chewing on the tail of the R in his initials. Honestly, he wasn’t that great of an artist but he did what he could. He was so engulfed in his art that he didn’t even realize that he wasn’t the only one on the dock. [/blockquote] [/color][/b] timmy ! picture credit: wanna be corrupted ?! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: monster - lady gaga word count: five hundred and fifty five ! notes: HOLLER.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by TIMOTHY TODD ALEXANDER. on Mar 15, 2010 16:34:34 GMT -5
Timothy was a different boy, everyone who knew him knew this. He was a bit of a dork when he willed to be but he was also adorable. You all know that one boy who is surrounded by the big group of ladies but only because he is sensitive and easy to talk to? That describes Timmy perfectly and he knew it. Sometimes it made him feel weird but it never really bothered him. He liked havig the girls around even though he knew that he would never date any of them.
Tim wasn't the sort of boy to actually ask for a relationship. Everytime he even thought about it it was like a switch had flipped. He was no longer able to just have a conversation he would get tongue tied and just forget about it completely. He was only shy in that area, and that was quite annoying to the sixteen year old. Relationships were a part of life but he couldn't ever bring it up in everyday conversation.
Timothy found himself walking by the lake in his swimming trunks but with his usual messenger bag. Word had it that Mrs. Evans had set up Wifi around the main cabins so set carefully in his bag was his Dell. Timmy's pink laptop had all of his most valuable information on it so he was to make sure that nothing bad happened to it. He had it copied just in case something did happen but he was stiil going to be careful.
The drummer boy found his feet leading him towards the dock, so thats where he continued. A curious face relaced that og his usual half smile as he viewed some one craning over at the far end of the wooden dock. Curiousity killed the cat, Timmy walked towards the boy. He looked familiar, probably in the second troop aswell. He would have bet that he was.
It didnt seem that the boy noticed Tim as he walked over. From behind the boy Timothy smiled. Whatcha doing there? Timmy asked with a laugh.
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Post by reese on Mar 16, 2010 16:20:52 GMT -5
- - - - -At the sound of another person’s voice Reese felt himself jump. It was a pretty noticeable jump too and probably only succeeded in making Reese look like a scaredy cat. But well he kind of was so that was okay. Reese recovered from his fright a moment later and continued his carving without bothering to look up to see who the other person was. Reese didn’t recognize the other voice, and he was sure he’d figure out who they were soon enough. “I am sculpting my masterpiece.” [/color] The comment probably would have sounded rude if just about anybody else had said it. But when Reese said it, it was more in an inviting manner. Because that was just the kind of person that Reese was. He just wanted to be friends with everybody all the time, even if said person hated him. In fact, when they hated him it just made Reese was to be around them even more. Because irritating people was one of the things that he was best at. But when he wasn’t being irritating, it was kind of hard to deny his friendship. So maybe had seen more mattresses than a furniture store, and he was a little cocky, and his unfaltering enthusiasm was both shocking and intimidating, but we all have our faults. A few seconds passed and Reese added those last finishing touches to his tiny monster. He blew some of the wood shavings and debris away and they floated down to the water below. A large grin spread across his features as he glanced at the tiny sculpting. His best work yet. His arm moved out of the way and he presented the carving to whoever the other boy with him was. “Ta da! I think shall name him Freddie! He looks like a Freddie to me.”[/color] The blonde boy just shrugged and pulled his eyes up to look to his company. It wasn’t until that moment that Reese had even looked at the other kid. It made him feel as if he was being just a tad bit rude. It was a bit out of character for him to not acknowledge somebody by looking at them. But could you really blame him? For some reason he had just gotten really engulfed in that little pictures of his. I mean, he was drawing an adorable little monster for goodness sakes! Those adorable little monsters were very very important to society! “OH YEAH! I’m Reese by the way! Sorry I didn‘t introduce myself earlier.”[/color] A grin found it’s way up to Reese’s face and he extended a hand towards the other boy.[/center][/blockquote] [/color][/b] timmy ! picture credit: wanna be corrupted ?! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: monster - lady gaga word count: four hundred and thirty eight ! notes: HOLLER.[/ul][/size] |
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