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Post by drake on Mar 15, 2010 14:35:16 GMT -5
Drake was out getting fresh air by the lake, guitar in hand. The nature and water reminded him so much of home, and the reason why he was here. He winded his way down to the dock and looked out onto the horizon. The sun hung like a pendant in the sky, fulfilling its last duties of the day before resting and allowing his sister moon to smile upon the camp. Drake usually missed seeing the sun set over the water, because rehearsals often called him away from the opportunity. The rays came in bands across the ripples on the lake, being carried by the gentle and warm breeze.
As he gazed out across the water, he saw a reflection of his face. He looked so different. Now that Ariel was gone, Drake hardly knew who he was anymore. Yet, there was something about the lake that inspired Drake. It was here he wrote his first love song in hopes to woo a girl that still broke up with him in the end. Here that he dreamed up the chords that told him to try again. Where he could write a song about nothing but laughter, joy, the sun. It was here he wrote his first song after his sister's death. It was here he felt he could grieve in peace.
And now, he looked to this shore that had opened his eyes and his heart so many times before once again. There was not a need this time, but a drive. He wanted to sing again, like he used to. Drake sat on the dock, feet dangling over. Guitar in hand, he decided to try something simple first. He certainly did not feel prepared to sing a creation of his own imagining. He remembered a song by one of Ariel's favorite bands - Timberland. A smile came to his face as he remembered shocking her with a revision of "Apologize" for her eighteenth birthday. Entranced in that memory, Drake began strumming the bass line before singing. Song: Luke Bryan's "Apologize"[/color] |
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Post by cellogirl on Mar 15, 2010 21:02:10 GMT -5
Leslie carried her precious electric cello under on of her armpit, and a towel slung over the other shoulder. She wore some shorts over one of her bathing suits, and just the bathing suit top as a replacement for a shirt. Smiling, she thought of one of the many other camps she had been to. Everyone walked around like she was now, and it looked really tacky, not that Leslie cared. She had planned to play some, then maybe go for a swim. She was surprising good at any sport relating water, but other stuff? It be a very good day if she got away with playing any other kind of sport without injuring herself or another person. She laughed at her thoughts as she walked onto the dock, and like normal, heard someone else singing. You can't go anywhere on the camp without hearing others sing. Trying her best not to disturb the person, she walked around the camper as he played his guitar.
Don't get Leslie started with guitars. There are just way to common of an instrument and completely pointless, and she doesn't think that just because she can't play one. Well, maybe just a little. She set her cello and towel down on a bench on the other side of the dock, not that it was that big of a dock. Guess it's swim now, play later, then, she thought. She wasn't going to leave just because someone else was there, but she wanted him to have his space. She hated it when people bothered her while she was playing, and she respected others while they played.
She quickly stripped out of her shorts and slid off her flip flops. To the sound of country music, she dived wavelessly ((is that a word?)) into the freezing cold lake water. She surfaced meters away, then realizing that she could touch the bottom. Tag: Drake/OpenWords: three-tenNotes: Sorry, it kind of sucks. |
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Post by drake on Mar 15, 2010 21:32:02 GMT -5
Between his reverie, the melodies of the other students than began to gather, and his own music, Drake could not hear the footsteps that approached where he sat on the dock. All he saw was the gleam of sun setting beams carressing an electric cello that had been set down on a bench near his area of the dock. Even then, Drake did not actually care that someone was in his area. Hey, it was a free dock? Other people could do as they wished, within limits. But oddly, an owner of the instrument was nowhere to be found through Drake's haze of chords. This was less than shocking for him. It was not exactly odd for dilusions to come to him, especially when he was singing. Especially when he was singing a cover he had made for Ariel.
The sun sank lower over the horizon as Drake's song came to a close. Amber rays glided over the odd serenity of the waves. Out in the open water, Drake saw a face emerge from the waves. He was a little stunned to say the least, he figured he would have heard someone dive off the dock, since the undulations were slight, and the waters were still too cold for most people. After a moment or two of squinting and thinking, Drake came to the conclusion that he did not know the girl and proceeded to tune his guitar a few moments before standing.
Drake looked around to find a place for his precious instrument to lay as he swam, but could find no suitable location except for beside the electric cello on the bench closeby. It was too risky to set his prize on the dock itself, for there were too many frolicking feet not being cautious to where they stepped. Sighing, Drake caved in and placed his guitar beside the electric cello. Then he slid off his shirt and the jeans that covered his swim trunks. He ran down the dock and did a backflip off the end, disturbing the peace of the water.
Notes:No problem, it's fine. And no, I don't think "wavelessly" is a word, but hey, I'll just roll w/ it :] thanx for joining btw! also, sorry it's sorta late - i had to go help my mom find something mid-post.
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Post by cellogirl on Mar 16, 2010 16:19:04 GMT -5
Leslie, who decided that plain odd swimming was just too boring, went looking for a canoe to take her out farther into the lake. Not far away from the dock was shore, where a couple vacant canoes sat. She took one, hoping that no one else would mind. After much struggle at getting the ores cooperate with her, she started to moving. When passing the dock, some kid jumped in and she got splashed. "Thanks," she said sarcastically, looking over to where Midnight sat, glad that it hadn't got splashed too. And then beside her instrument, there was a guitar. Wonderful.
She stopped the canoe and waited for the person to surface, not wanting to run over him. That wouldn't be fun. Then she noticed the sun as it almost disappeared below the line of trees. Was it already that late? Last Leslie remembered, it was 3 o'clock. Time always passed by too fast a camp, she thought sadly. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't time at home go by that fast? Leslie looked down at the water, asking the person in it, "Do you want a ride to further down the lake?" She would normally go out by herself, but something about being in the middle of a pretty deep late just screamed danger. Leslie wasn't much of a 'danger' type of person.
Tag: Drake/open
Words: 200-ish
Notes: It's okay! My dad does that to me all the time; it's so annoying.
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Post by drake on Mar 16, 2010 17:16:46 GMT -5
It was a lot later in the day than even Drake expected. Where had all the time gone to? It seemed as if the whole world had been rushing past Drake ever since the incident six months ago. Why couldn't he just stop to watch the sunset without it plummeting before he could truly come to appreciate it? Beneath the waves the water was alit with colors one would not be able to see any other time. Drake just floated there for a while, submerged in the moment before emerging on the surface.
There was the girl who had been swimming earlier, except she was in a canoe now. He must have missed that part, but it was not like it actually mattered at this moment in time. Floating on the surface, Drake listened as the girl asked if he wanted a ride further down the lake. He glanced back at the dock, where his guitar still sat silently beside that electric cello on the carved bench. The middle of the lake was a far swim should anything befall him or his treasure. Still what harm could it be? "Sure, thanks for the offer." he replied, swimming closer to where she paddled. Despite his anxiety, Drake always had an addiction to the thrill ride of adventure. Tag: Leslie / open
Notes: wow, now that was just plain bad, i'm sorry |
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Post by cellogirl on Mar 18, 2010 18:41:33 GMT -5
Leslie stuck a paddle out to pull him up if he needed. It was a pretty big canoe, enough room for two or three. Then she started to paddle out deeper into the water. A random question came to mind. "What's your name? I'm Leslie." She just hated not knowing someone's name, yet she was horrible at remembering names. That's just how she worked. Once in the middle of the lake, she stopped. It hadn't taken that long to get there. She watched the sun of a minute, barely able to see it. It shined above the trees, it's rays falling on a cloud and turning it pink, a contrast to the orange sky. At home, she never saw these kind of things often. She never took the time to notice the sun or the trees or everyday stuff like that. At home, she had too many problems to care. Here she could care, though. She stood up, rocking the canoe a bit, before diving out. She couldn't touch the bottom any more here, and the canoe ride had made swimming a lot more fun.
Tag: Drake/ Open Words: eh. too lazy to count. Notes: And sucks worse; I didn't know how to reply. Sorry!  By the way, I might not be replying often, cuz I have so much crap to do. I swear, these high school teachers kick it up a notch as it gets closer to spring break. Just wanted to let you know in case I end up not replying for a week at a time. |
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Post by drake on Mar 21, 2010 17:45:40 GMT -5
Drake watched as the girl offered the end of a paddle to help him out of the water and into the canoe. He just smiled slyly and hauled himself up into the canoe by pushing himself up from the water using the side of the canoe as leverage. Once he was in and settled, Drake looked back over his shoulder at the dock once more. Just to make sure nothing had stirred his guitar. Some people would consider it to be paranoid of him, but Drake simply considered it as being cautious.
He then turned his attention to helping paddle the boat. As the two came out to the middle of the lake, the girl in the canoe asked Drake a simple enough question. "My name's Drake." was his reply. Before he got any response at all, the two reached their destination. He stayed in the canoe, steadying himself as it rocked from Leslie's diving off of it.
Tag: Leslie / open
Notes: wow, more failure... sorry |
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Post by cellogirl on Mar 25, 2010 18:43:24 GMT -5
Leslie's head popped out of the water, and she pushed her hair back out of her face. She grabbed the edge of the canoe so there would be no need to treading water. "Nice to meet you Drake," she told him genuinely. Normally she was horrible with making friends and things like that, but half the time she did make an effort. She looked back toward the dock and even from the distance she could tell the bench was empty. "Oh hell no," she muttered before jumping into the canoe and started to paddle her way back to the dock.
Tag to Drake/open!
Notes: Sorry it's short, but now there's a potential so it might not epically fail anymore, yeah?
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Post by drake on Apr 1, 2010 22:12:51 GMT -5
For a moment (a long moment) Drake wasn't sure if the girl Leslie heard his introduction. As he took in a deep breath to shout it to where she could hear his name, Leslie emerged from the waves and sweetly replied to his introduction as if no time had gone by at all. He could tell that she did not acknowledge the time difference between his statement and her response, but at least he still had a response. That was good. She seemed like a nice girl. He was about to ask if she needed help out of the water when Leslie muttered something he could not hear. She then proceeded to hop into the canoe and began paddling back to the dock as fast as she could. One glance back to the dock - and the bench- and he started paddling quickly alongside her. He had to find his guitar. His instrument was a part of his soul. Eyes focused on the bench, now empty, he pressed all his strength into every stroke.
Tag: Leslie / open
Notes: yay! something to talk about! XD |
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By the way, I might not be replying often, cuz I have so much crap to do. I swear, these high school teachers kick it up a notch as it gets closer to spring break. Just wanted to let you know in case I end up not replying for a week at a time.