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Post by Kara.Jonas.♥ on Apr 16, 2008 11:52:39 GMT -5
Jade. My liquid topaz eyes searched the bleached hair hanging infront of my face, contemplating different lyrical ideas. I began playing random chords, trying to get them to fit coherently into a song, but they wouldn't cooperate.
I held my guitar close to me, not wanting sand on it, but then again not really caring. It was just a sense of security, something familiar to hold onto. I sighed, picking up the can of Pepsi settled next to me, and raising it to my lips. [/size]
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Post by IP13 on Apr 16, 2008 12:36:51 GMT -5
I parked my car and walked slowly down the beach. I looked at or for no one. I knew or cared for no one. I hoped someone would reach out to me, but ignoring me is what seemed to happen.
My stone cold eyes took in the waves as they broke over my feet as I sat on the edge of the dry sand. My hands dove into the wet sand between my feet. They made a pocket for the water without my knowledge and barely my consent.
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Post by IP13 on Apr 17, 2008 8:39:16 GMT -5
As I lay back in the sun-warmed sand, I noticed a young man. He looked to be my age. I got up, walked over to him and sat down near him, not talking.
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Post by Kara.Jonas.♥ on Apr 17, 2008 12:01:10 GMT -5
OOC||Im kinda museless right now. .
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Post by IP13 on Apr 17, 2008 12:43:28 GMT -5
(occ-hmmm...that could be a problem!)
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Post by Kara.Jonas.♥ on Apr 18, 2008 15:12:05 GMT -5
Jade. [/b] Liquid topaz eyes lifted as the other male settled down by me. I shifted nervously at first before a shaky sigh emitted from my mouth. Hi, I managed to murmer. ooc||Sucky bc im museless [/size]
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Post by IP13 on Apr 22, 2008 13:58:37 GMT -5
I nodded, acknowledging his greeting, to wrapped up in my book to say much else. I finished the chapter a few moments later. Hello. I said turning toward him. I noticed then that he had a guitar. You learning? I asked nodding my head toward his guitar. My dark hair fell into my eyes, temporally blinding me.
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Post by Kara.Jonas.♥ on Apr 22, 2008 14:30:57 GMT -5
Jade.
I shook my head, brushing teh bleached locks from my gaze. Naw, I've been playing since I was three. I settled the old Gibson down on the sand beside me and my hazel gaze searched the open waters. [/size]
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Post by IP13 on Apr 28, 2008 14:57:58 GMT -5
I nodded, causing my hair to fall onto my nose. I brushed it away quickly. My dad tried to teach me, but I didn't like it. I would rather read, truthfully. I gasped. I normally didn't talk about my family, especially to strangers. I quickly turned back to my book, wondering why I had done that.
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Post by Kara.Jonas.♥ on Apr 30, 2008 16:45:44 GMT -5
I raised my eyebrows, slightly surprised at how much the other male was telling me. Reading's cool too, I just prefer to play guitar because my grandfather taught me how. He actually bought me this guitar. I bit my lip, unsure why I was telling him this. M'name's Jade, by the way.
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Post by IP13 on May 1, 2008 13:55:08 GMT -5
I turned away from my book and looked at him. I'm Jeret. I smiled tentatively, sliding closer to watch him play. It's nice to hold on to things that are that important. This book belonged to my sister. I said cringing at the past tense. She loved it. I hid my face behind the book, afraid that he would see me tearing up. My sister was the hardest to talk about. I hadn't talked about her in over two years.
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Post by Kara on May 31, 2008 17:16:30 GMT -5
My brows furrowed together as Jeret hid his head. Hey, dude, It's alright. Everyone needs to show their emotions. I was silent after that, simply strumming random chords on my guitar. After a while, I began humming lightly, getting lost in what I was doing. [/blockquote][/color]
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Post by IP13 on Jun 2, 2008 13:49:10 GMT -5
I dropped my book after a minute, my shoulders shaking. I wasn't really crying, just shaking. I tried to get a hold of myself, but I couldn't. I dropped my head onto my knees, which were drawn up. The book lay open to the page I had been on, but turning forward a chapter, because of the wind. I hardly noticed this, more focused on what the guy sitting next to me was thinking. Why do I care what he thinks anyway? I asked myself. I will probably never see him again, after he leaves. I think hopelessly.
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