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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jan 9, 2009 20:48:17 GMT -5
Silence infiltrated his thoughts. Damien breathed in deep, calming breathes. A thick, heavy fog haunted the grounds of Shelpey Alley. Although it filled every corner, every crack, every available space; it wasn't unusual. Yet, seemingly, no one seemed to notice; or for that matter, care. The many bodies of the people hastily moved about, ignoring one another as the went on with their daily routines. Some were engrossed with their conversation. Others were busy afternoon shopping; glancing in windows as they nodded enthusiastically at what they saw. Citizens strolled right through the dense, gray cloud, not even looking up from what they were doing. As if it were invisible...
Nearby, someone was desperately calling out to a loved one. Hopefully they would find them, but unfortunately, Damien's concentration was hopelessly lost. The comforting silence was shattered to be replaced by the calling of nature. The annoying chitter-chatter of girls and boys on their cell phones. The echoing screams of playing children and the answering yells of their family. The alarmed caws of a flock of ravens as dumb kids chased them away, creating a blanket of silky, loose feathers as they fluttered to the ground. The birds soared off into the distance, hoping to find a more quiet area to settle in; all the while crying out profanities the whole way. Damien inwardly sighed at the sight, but flinched at the sudden blaring sound. If only I could fly away to a quiet place too.
Beneath his rich white sneakers, Damien noticeably curled his toes in delight. He tightened his strong leg muscles and stretched his lanky arms. He didn't want to move from his spot just yet. He inaudibly sighed in relief and shifted his body to a more comfortable position. He dropped his left leg off the water fountain ledge and pulled up his right knee to lean on. Turning his head at the water in boredom, he found it was dead still. His light blue eyes blankly stared at the soft swishing of the water as he thought in frustration. Guess there's no tropical breeze today. He glowered at the thought. Warm wind meant more people. Although he didn't talk to any natives of the city, he didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to feel alone.
He wondrously gazed at his reflection. He caught the sight of the khaki-colored pants he put on this morning. The sky blue, short-sleeved shirt he was wearing seemed disoriented from the soothing waves. From his leaning posture, he could see a stretch of tan skin on his stomach. He moaned in exasperation and looked on his opposite side for anything to do. The fog hadn't lifted at all and only seemed to hug the Earth even more; if possible. Any girl or boy that seemed his age was either with someone else, ignoring him, or was doing 'important' stuff alone. There was no one that noticed him and Damien seemed invisible. Just like the fog...
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Post by xxmadxhattressxx on Jan 9, 2009 21:20:38 GMT -5
Audrey moved in tall striding steps, her combat boots thunking heavily on the cement path beneath her feet. Currently because of the humid weather rising slowly, all she wore was her heavy black pants and a regular black tank with thin straps. Though she was use to it, she had no wish to be stared at or whispered about just because of her deformed lips, and wore a dark blue scarf around her neck and mouth. But in this hot weather, the scarf only caught more curious eyes from strangers.
She ignored everyone though and stared out at the sidewalk ahead of her, trying her best to make everyone dissapear. Her one liquid brown eye that was not covered by hair seemed to be staring at something, yet nothing. Like she was deep in thought and trying not to think about that thought. Audrey...always thinking that she was blending into society by keeping closed up and dressing up like a normal person. Not realizing she was the freak show of the day, but she wouldn't be surprised if she had that epiphany. She wouldn't give a damn either. As long as the thoughts are insignifigant to her, she didn't care.
Growing agitated from the fog, crowds of people, and humid weather, her pace became more brisk as well as heavy with every land form her boot. It seemed like she was trying to punish the ground beneath her with a heavy step, and people took one look at her and walked around her, splitting like a river around a rock. Keeping in inward growl to herself, she wished so badly to be somewhere quiet, dark, and full of people. Somewhere where she could hide in the corner un noticed, kick back and relax doing some people watching. Oh, how the day was getting on her nerves which were already so easy to inflame, and found her need to relax growing anxious.
Crossing the street with a group of people as the pedestrian walk sign blinked, her eyes snapped into focus as she spyed on a park with her one eye. There were families, kids, and animals all playing in the hot weather. But it wasn't half as packed as the humid city streets, and she felt it was the best place to escape for now. Reaching the other side, she broke away from the crowd and walked as huskily as she could to the park. And even when she reached the start of it, she kept walking, searching for a secluded spot. Breathing a sigh of relief when her coffee eye landed on a park bench beneath a oak. It gave some seclusion, and plenty of shade.
Marching right over to the ideal spot, she looked around making sure there was not a person in sight who would decide to steal her temporary turf. Securing herself, she felt even more greatful as she plopped down on the bench and practically situated herself to where she was almost laying down. One arm over the back of the bench, one elbow keeping her body up, one boot on the ground, one boot stretched out on the bench. Yanking down her scarf from her face and off her neck, she gasped for cooler air. Her neck was sweating from the extra heat, and she wiped the back of it with her hand, getting any salty water she could find off her skin.
Finally putting her thick, long hair up in a secure black ponytail to relieve her skin, she dug through the pockets of her pants. Finding what she desired, she removed a pack of cigarettes and helped herself to a cancer stick, lighting it, and taking a needed drag from it. She closed her eye from the good feelings it had on her, though she regreted getting hooked on the damned things in the first place. Opening her one working eye, she found five kids looking at her scared lips. When they caught her staring at them, they quickly looked away and shuffled off. Rolling her eyes, she took another drag and scanned the park, wondering if there was a person worth watching.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jan 9, 2009 22:31:54 GMT -5
Damien lazily yawned as he slitted his eyes against the blinding sun's rays. He had been so relieved that the fog had finally evaporated. Unworried by any thieves, he had taken an afternoon nap on the fountain's ledge, where he still lay. Although concrete wasn't very comfortable, he was used to it - for naps at least. He arched his back and fully sat up wish his legs dangling over the edge, nearly touching the ground. Most of the visitors had left, but there were still a lot of people around; on Damien's standards. There were kids talking and playing with their pets. Other couples sat under the tree's in shelter of the sun having a carefree picnic. Some were alone taking a nap like he did a moment ago while others were staring at nothingness. A warm, subdue draft made itself noticeable as few people smiled and breathed in the tropical whether. Spring was finally on its way. Damien smiled in contentment as he momentarily basked in heat. It was a little past mid-day, and some of his friends would be out around this time. His decision stuck in his mind as he hopped off the rim and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He paused to twist his ankles in numerous circles, the walk was a few miles, but he was used to it. Yet, he had just woken up and Damien didn't feel like dealing with any bone growth pain today. He checked himself to make sure he had everything with him. Once he was ready himself, he began a satisfying pace. As if bidding him farewell, the sudden gust of wind left as soon as it came resulting in frowns from relaxing folk. On his way out he passed a bench with a girl laying in an odd position. Half her body was settled on the sidewalk, while the other half lay on the bench. Odd. Damien didn't know anyone he would lay like that. If it were him, he would have just sat like anyone else. Normally he wouldn't have noticed her, but a long, ugly scar pronounced itself. It wound from her lips to the ear hidden behind her locks of umber-like colored hair. Unconsciously, he quickly glanced at his feet. Right. Left. Right. Left. For one, it was very rude to stare at someone, and he didn't want to embarrass her anymore than usual. He was sure a lot of people did that, and he didn't want to become one of them. As he passed, a voice shouted out in panic, "Hey kid! Watch out!!" His head snapped up in reaction, even if no one was calling to him. Actually, a lot of heads came up with his own, but unfortunately it really was directed at him. A rich blue object was spinning out of control. Just as he peered closer, it was made obvious that it was flying at him - and quickly. His reaction was hastily delayed due to the abruptness of the situation, but he swiftly recovered. Just as the frisbee was about to nick him in the head, he pulled his head backward - nearly causing himself to fall. His balance was thrown off, leaving him standing there circling his arms to find his center of gravity again. Luckily, it didn't slam into him. Unfortunately, the frisbee had thunked into the lady who was laying on the bench; supposedly. Since Damien had chose not to look at her, he wasn't sure if it had hit her of the bench. The sound wasn't that loud so he suspected that it had knocked into her. Before he had noticed that she wore dark clothing, not that it was unusual, but she seemed like the dark kind of person. He didn't want to see her reaction, but he wanted to be polite. Regaining his balance, he turned to her and inquired, "Are you OK?" ((I imagine the foutain looking something like this: www.monsterguide.net/how-to-build-a-fountain.jpg but without the water spouting out and with the ledge a lot higher.))
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Post by xxmadxhattressxx on Jan 9, 2009 23:07:35 GMT -5
Audrey had stubbed out her cancer stick long ago, and she still held the odd position while watching the people pass by. After time had passed, she felt herself actually enjoying the warmth and serenity of the surroundings. She was definately a person who lurked in the shadows, not content being in the action, but not content with being naive either. The time had passed by normally too; people playing, laughing, staring at her...the normal. As what seemed to be forever laying on that bench, she curiously caught the sight of a boy out of the corner of her vision.
She knew at once he would stare at her. Who didn't stare at her? But she inwardly laughed as he looked away, trying to be polite. Don't bother kid... she thought. Suddenly she was just as startled to the events as a random, alarmed voice came out of no where. Flinching from the sudden warning, she studied the boy as he nimbly dodged the oncoming toy with haste, recovering himself just as quickly. And yet, of course, she didn't get to watch him recover so quickly as the loose frisbee thunked square into her forehead.
Sitting up, she could feel her blush deepening on her tan cheeks while she closed her eyes and held her forehead with one hand. She spat out a vulgar line of curses as she felt the throb in her head, and then bit her lip, halting the stream. She felt her chest and belly twist and heat up from the sudden anger and embarressment that gripped her. She inhaled sharply and deeply, her face had an obvious strain of a deep hatred. She dared to open her eyes and landed it on everyone who was staring at her. Whoever said that looks couldn't kill was a fool at that point as everyone who met her eyes looked away quickly.
She was getting ticked off extremely fast, and this was the wrong place at the wrong time. There was a crowd, whoever threw the frisbee was probably a kid, and she could not snap, she could not snap, she could not sn- She suddenly broke out into an insane smile that showed off her teeth. A smile that made situations awkward, and was not really even a smile. Standing up, she removed her hand from her head, almost positive that there was a dent in it. At least...that's what it felt like. Stretching out her arms and flexing her fingers, she put off the kid's question and picked up the frisbee from the ground.
With one hand on her curved hips, and the other arm hung loosely holding the frisbee she scanned the scene, looking for the person who threw it. When no one met her eyes, but the kid that asked her of her well being, she started to walk forward, passing the kid. "Move it, I'm trying to find the little twerp who threw this." she said, her smile still strained on her face as she almost shoved the poor kid out of the way, still scanning the feild until a couple of younger boys hid their faces, glancing up at her occasionally. She eyed them with penetrating liquid brown eyes, and anyone could tell something might start to go down. She took one step torwards the boys, looking even more menacing than before.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jan 9, 2009 23:41:34 GMT -5
Her hand slapped against her head, and her face scrunched up in pain for a moment before it relaxed into a frustrated frown. Rubbing her forehead for a moment, she must've been making sure she wasn't bleeding; although he could've told her himself. A large smile broke out on her features, but right away Damien could sense that it wasn't good. Her smile stretched her scar, but that wasn't what Damien was worried about. Although she was smiling, her eyebrows were down as if she were planning something. His own eyebrows furled down as he thought. The teen then stood at full height. Damien was short and he was used to people being taller than him, but dang - she was really tall!
She momentarily stretched her arms and bent her fingers. She must've been sore after holding that position for about an hour. She rudely ignored him, which he scowled at, and snatched the frisbee from where it lay. Still holding her weird smile, she held a pose - which looked like one of those girls who thought they were "all that" - and searched for the person who threw it. Damien turned around to see if the guy would admit it, but he was furiously glancing around as was everyone else who noticed the scene. Damien turned back and looked at her eye to see if she would spot him. He didn't much care if he got caught, but he wanted to see her reaction to it. Amber would have to wait.
She calmly strolled in front of him which caused Damien to raise his eyebrow in question. He obviously didn't do it, and he didn't want to pay the price either. Suddenly, he took back his thoughts about that kid. He wouldn't want to be him. "Move it, I'm trying to find the little twerp who threw this." Evil. Her eyes - although Damien could only see one - seemed to stare into his soul, seeing all the dark deeds he had done. Her voice was rough, obviously furious. Without waiting for an answer, she looked back up to see if anyone had even moved. I'm glad I'm over here and not over there. Her eyes hardened at something, though Damien wasn't sure what. No one said anything, and he's sure no one would admit anything either.
The stranger grit her teeth together and taking a step forward she glared at anyone who dare oppose her. For a moment she must have forgotten about him, but she still didn't move away. Maybe she's waiting... Damien thought about his options. Should I tell the truth? Damien completely shuddered at the thought of being caught if he were the kid who through it. If that were me, I wouldn't want the kid to tell on me. But if I lied... He knew the guy would probably be getting a beating, even if he was older, but still... the problem could completely be avoided. Hoping she'd buy it he tilted his head higher to see her face and falsely informed, "He ran off that way," Damien nodded his head toward the bike trail that led deeper into the park and continued, "...when he saw that he hit someone." I'm sure the guy would rather be a coward than probably lose a limb. He'll thank me later.
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