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Post by flames on Feb 7, 2009 1:15:57 GMT -5
(For Toki)
Same gray skies...Same gray buildings...Those tall office buildings, metal, cement, brick...The dark storm clouds were hanging close to the ground, the rain would start soon. The citizens were casting dark glances toward the sky, mistrusting of the clouds. That gray can never be trusted...
Flames was looking up at the sky rather grimly, as she leaned against the cool brick wall. She always liked rain... Lightning even more so. It is peacefull...oddly enough, it is peacefull... even as it storms, in the whirl wind of thunder, light, darkness... She blamed it on the fact that she was a snake... Even those in the desert, seek shadow and dampness... And storm seemed to provide just that. They seemed to be perfect.
She sighed, reluctantly pulling away, and wincing as some hair got stuck to the brick. With a rather sour expression Flames pulled the hood of her long black jacket over her head. Chances of the rain suddenly coming down from heaven seemd slim, but one can never be too sure. As she began down the street she pulled out a little booklet from her pocket, and opened it randomly to some page.
"Page Ninety..already?" She mumbled to no one in perticular. Small drop fell on the open page...Rain...so soon? Flames sighed again, grumbling a couple of curses under her breath, as she stuffed the booklet back into her pocket. That was it. Life simply hated her.
Walking down the street Flames watched people scatter in the rain, cursing out their luck, the rain, and everything that they could possibly think of. She simply smiled, amused by their distress and panic caused by nothing in perticular...After a minute, as the rain came down harder, and the first flash of lightning spread across the sky, fallowed by the rare yells of people, and then the thunder, and more screams, she pulled her hood down. Simply enjoying the feel of the cold rain against her skin. Her face was churne up, half blinded by the drops, she stopped, allowing the rain to soak her through, she didn't care...The peacefull, bliss was worth every drop.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Feb 7, 2009 19:22:29 GMT -5
For the most part of the week it had been pouring like a dumped bucket of water. Massive gray thunder clouds rolled in like dust over the city, creating a dark shade over the city. Every once in a while, their gray-blue shade flashed with lightning. Seeing this, cars sped up, people walked faster, and some even noticeably walked into a random store while others simply went on with their lives. For a moment, the clouds looked like they were just drifting past, until the first few drops came. They came like cannonballs, one at a time, until they were all just fired. With arms crossed over his chest, Damien casually leaned back against a wall adjacent to a store. One foot stood against the wall while the other held him up.
As it began raining, the town's people began running like mad and screaming like hell. Jeez. Haven't they seen rain before, Damien thought crossly. Normally he would've laughed, but this was the town he lived in. He almost felt ashamed. Living by the ocean they had rain a lot, and many people were smart enough to bring an umbrella. His soft blue eyes gazed around the main center of the town as umbrellas of many colors sprouted up. Most of them were dark colors, like black and blues, but he saw the occasional pinks, reds, and whites. As he was used to it, the young teen simply stood without movement and watched the chaos ensue.
Although some didn't like the rain, Damien didn't know why they lived here, he enjoyed it; while it lasted. Damien lifted his face up to the sky and closed his eyes in peace. If only it would last. The booming echo of thunder sounded distant as he let the rain clear his face. His golden-brown locks clung to his face, and he felt as if he nearly had fallen asleep on his feet. For a last moment, he felt the cool liquid run down his head like a river. Then he opened his eyes and let his head fall forward again. Damien vigorously shook his head, attempting to get at least some water out of his hair. As he finished, he had seriously just realized his position. Maybe he was unconsciously trying to act cool? Damien smirked and thought, whatever.
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Post by flames on Feb 10, 2009 15:23:43 GMT -5
The cool refreshing air, enveloped the hot humidity, as it rose from the pavement in thin strands of vapor. The rain splashing against the roofs, glass, and the pavement. The little drops of water flying everywhere, as people ran past. Another flash...and there's the thunder....
Flames sighed, the rain was starting to beat down harder, the thunder louder... Even her, who adored storms, had to find a hidding spot soon... The cold was getting to her. And ironically enough, she wasn't all too found of the cold...
Grumbling something under her breath, she glanced around, diving into the first door she found. Shaking off, she actually looked where she ended up. A cafe? Alright...that could work... Choosing a seat by the window, she ordered a hot cup of herbal tea. Her eyes moving back out to the storm. Watching as the rain beat against the glass.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Feb 11, 2009 20:15:56 GMT -5
Damien blindly stared ahead at the dripped falls. Eventually the vapor almost noticeably lifted into the air like fog. Except, it wasn't. Vapor was so much worse than fog. To most it was the same, but for Damien it seemed like he couldn't breathe, or at least it was harder to. He could pick up the sounds of the rain dancing on the rooftops and plopping on the glass of cars and the cement of sidewalks. Usually, the storms came like hurricanes and left like cats, but it was different this time. Damien felt a weird vibe coming from it, this one was truly dangerous. At least, that's what he thought. Rain good, hail bad. He loved rain, but hail hurt like a girl dog--well, you get the gist. Damien liked the cold and wet, but his feline side didn't. Maybe it was that side that told him to get away.
He wished his instincts could've just guided him right and told him that the storm would stay as if it were reporting a weather forecast. The storm lingered around as if it were searching for prey, which Damien oddly thought it unconsciously was. He had high hopes that today would be like any other nice day. The sun's rays would lick the Earth, the plump seagulls would be gracefully gliding with the wind currents, and anyone would be able to see miles and miles of the beautiful coast. Basically what people would see when they thought of a beach... with hot girls in bikinis, slow-moving surfers with their shirts off and six pack right there for everyone to see, yeah, that vision.
Sadly though, his hopes were crushed. The rain pounded on endlessly like the water cycle. The dark gray clouds, still thick with buckets rain, bumped together, causing an on-going clash of thunder. It could probably be heard from miles away in the distant snow-topped mountains, at least that's what it seemed like here. For a moment, Damien pondered what it was like at Amber's house right now. Maybe the power had gone out... With the memory of his long-time friend, he slitted his eyes against the rain. She wouldn't want him out here, not that he'd planned on staying if there were a chance of hail. Damien uncurled from his position on the wall. Immediately, his soaked sky blue shirt clung to his well-muscled chest.
Clueless, he glanced around the street. Few people were still out, most enjoying the rain like him, while the rest of the cowards hid in their cars. His eyes locked on a figure of a young girl, just a couple of years older than himself, walk with her head down into the cafe. The cafe huh? Damien blinked once, and trudged his way down to the same door. He unnoticeable flinched when the bell hung above shook as he entered. He hated it, all the attention. Some looked his way without a second thought, but went back to what they were doing with a short look back. He was drenched with wetness and that drew attention, but at a first observation, he noticed many others were too, so he just ignored it.
Damien sighed and decided to camp from the pelting rain here. He'd been here before, a few times with Amber lately. The food was good, but the drinks, especially the hot chocolate, were delicious. As he paced toward the counter at the back, his hand slid into his back pocket of his baggy, khaki pants for his wallet. Without looking he pulled out a bill, though he probably shouldn't, he was thirsty, and he wanted some hot chocolate. It was a special occasion, right? Expertly putting it back, he reached his destination and dropped the bill in front of the cashier. "The usual." He muttered, hopefully the guy would recognize him with his state of looks. Not the best, but should be noticeable.
Luck must've been going his way, for the guy simply lightly smiled and nodded. A lot of customers must've been thinking along the same lines, for one was already ready in the back. Yeah, luck. The teen tested the temperature with a light grab, and assured, he carefully carried it over to a table by the window. He spotted the other girl, but he didn't really care. She was pretty, average looks. Short thin body, black hair with... many highlights it seemed, and pale blue eyes. She was blankly staring out at the rain, like he would soon be doing. Damien glanced away and dropped in his chair with a light sigh. He took a quick sip of his chocolate delight and watched the rain fall with light wonder. This was the life.
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Post by flames on Feb 12, 2009 15:36:05 GMT -5
(Wow...What a post....*Won't even attept to match it...Phisically can't*)
Flames eyes fallowed the raindrops, as they rolled down the window... Her mind clear of all thoughts, as she looked up at the dark cloud... There was the bright flash, the white light flashing about, illuminating her figure in it's self... Almost as if a ghost... Then again, that is was she was, or rather strived to become... A perfect ghost, unseen and unheard. Forgoten as soon as she passed.
The waiter brought over the tea, setting it on the table beside her. Noticing that she did not respond, the waiter cleared his throat, causing her to jump. Her eyes moved away from the gray street, in churn looking blankly at the waiter. With a small motion he indicated at the cup. She fallowed his glance, suddenly realizing what it was. WIth a small emberessed smile, she took out the amount, giving it to him, with a small tip, as she nodded her thanks. Watching him leave, Flames sighed softly, glancing down at the cup, as another flash struck.
Suddenly realizing something, Flames reached down taking out the notebook, and began flipping though the pages... Subcontiously she glanced over the notebook as she was flipping the pages, her glance settling on the guy... A bit younger then her... Staring out the window, just as she was doing just a minute ago... Odd... Not many people do that... Not with this weather around...
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Feb 12, 2009 23:51:38 GMT -5
((Yeah, isn't it sad? I had to rewrite the whole damn thing thanks to my little brother. The last was like 2-3 paragraphs longer. ._. I was so pissed off.))
By now, the claps of thunder and bolts of lightning had come and gone like wind. The rain dribbled down the edge of the roof and splattered on the ground like invisible paint. Damien sighed in content and moved his eyes away from the scene. The hot chocolate reminded him of the passing storm, wonderful, but it bites back. Misty steam drifted up and disappeared into the air like a ghost. The creamy white marshmallows in his drink were soggy, squishy, and nearly melted.
Ah, well... he yet again switched his eyes away to look for something of interest. His gaze locked onto that of a girl, that girl that was looking at the window before. Her blue eyes stared right back at his own blue eyes. Awkward. Why was she looking at him anyway? Do I have anything on me? Damien didn't want to look away to check himself, then he would look stupid. First impressions were everything, and for her, it was kind of weird. Her face was emotionless, so Damien made his... nearly-Amber would say- emotionless also and tried to make himself neutral, but not necessarily uncaring.
A small notebook lay on the coffee table in front of her. The pages seemed old and some were slightly torn, but every single one of them were scribbled on. Some were neat, others were smudged over with eraser marks. He silently wondered what she had written that made her erase so much. Probably an essay, he thought with little amusement. He cocked his eyebrows, one up one down, in confusion. To add to his own innocence, or for his own amusement, he titled his head the slightest bit-not enough to make himself look weird too, just barely noticable... if she really was observing him. But why me?
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Post by flames on Feb 13, 2009 0:15:54 GMT -5
Flames looked silently at him, her hands subcountiously closing the notebook, and hiding it back in the folds of her clothing. Her face was blank, but, did hold his gaze. Suddenly she smiled softly, rather misteriously, as she broke the lock between their eyes, shifting her eyes back outside. Usially, she did not movee away from a staring contest, but she didn't feel like trying to prove anything today...
Instead, she picked up her tea, and took a sip, her eyes flickering back to the guy, seeing if he fallowed her example or not. There was nothing speciall about him, just another boy... but, compared to the rest of the people here, he stood out... not every one was soaked to the bone in this cafe...
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Feb 13, 2009 22:15:22 GMT -5
She stared back at him without emotion. No surprise, confusion, nothing. A little movement made Damien move his gaze away from her and toward the movement. His eyes locked on that notebook again, she snapped it shut and slid it over the table to hide it within her clothes. Damien just seemed more confused, and it obviously showed on his features. For some odd reason, this girl didn't want him looking at her stuff, yet she still held his gaze. Then for some reason, she smiled at him with a hint of darkness about her and looked away. Yet Damien still watched her instead, her eyes swept across the room and then settled on the rain again.
Like her, he risked a quick glance outside and came back. Yet in those few moments, he managed to get a quick summary of the weather change. The rain had slowed to an even downpour, but it was still coming down hard. Along with the wind, the air was chilly, and the rain dropped down in all directions from all directions. The dark clouds gleamed a purple color, but they seemed lighter, so most of them must've gone already. No traces of thunder lingered and only lightning could be seen in the far distance, but not rumbles. He sighed to himself in disappointment, another storm come and gone. He mentally shrugged, oh well, more on the way.a
Damien saw her take a light sip of her drink, whatever it was. She glanced at him above her mug and he caught her eye, but only for a quick second before she looked away. He wondered what she was thinking and what she was doing-or planning to do. He stared at her first, but she kept staring back, weird. Though I must seem weird to her. Finally, he blinked and glanced away to his own glass. Without hesitation, whether it was now hot or cold, he snatched it up and took a big gulp. Warm liquid slid down his throat and eased his thirst. Damien set it back down on the table with a small click when it landed. He licked his lips, evaporating any left over hot chocolate left on his mouth. Yum.
Abruptly, someone in the cafe slammed their plate down on the table. The precious plate shattered into broken sharp pieces and flew around the room. All eyes of all customers snapped up, startled with their eyes wide while some even let out a strangled scream. A broken shard sliced through the air and slashed past Damien's arm. Damien let out a startled, "Ah!" but not a scream, boys don't scream, they yell. Yeah. With quick reaction, he lifted it against his face so it wouldn't possibly blind him. Lucky for him, it worked and he only received a small cut. The line soon filled with red liquid and a tiny trickle of blood spilled over. Oh well, it'll heal over.
When the pieces had settled, or struck the wall as some did, Damien uncovered his face and lifted up one eyebrow, half in disbelief, half in shock. "What the heck was that for?!" Normally he wouldn't be mad, but nobody had done anything, and it had been a peaceful day. He looked at the angry... dude. Typical. The man looked like he was in his 40s and like every other mad guy, he was fat. He had on large faded jeans, white tennis shoes, and a plain white shirt with a few splotches of dirt here and there. Wow, Damien never thought he'd have his dream come true. The sight for which the situation called for almost made him forget his anger completely and nearly burst out laughing, but held it in making him sound like he coughed. Should've brought a camera.
((We can both control the dude, he's just some random fat guy... so... yeah.))
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Post by flames on Feb 14, 2009 1:33:34 GMT -5
(>.< you're making me feel bad! I can't type that much! XD But, don't think bad, I like the posts, their interesting!)
Seemed he did... Over this short flight of time, their eyes meet and interlocked a few tiimes... personally, she found it rather amusing... After all, it was always amusing to be playing with those, whom you've never seen before, and probably never will after this moment... But, hey, even at this short minute, it would be a sin not to amuse yourself, even a little...
Alas, what seemed like a start of an entertaining time, was oh, so brutally murdered. Why were people this stupid? her head snapped toward the sound of the braking plates, her pupuls shrinking as she glared at the cause of the noise. A guy... A fat guy... At the momentt, she caught herself hissing. Yes, quietly, almost inaudible, and impossible to tell, but never the less, she was. putting down that reflex, Flames stared at the guy.
Insignificant...Fat... Angree... Never satisfied... They're never setisfied... Always something's wrong... Never good enough? Why? Cuz, they can't keep themselves in line. No self control, or respect. No dignaty...
'Shut up!" Flames yelled suddenly, sharply standing up with her fist on the table. "You don't like it, then shut up and shove it. Don't spoil the meal for the rest of the people here. Nor do you have to break the dishes..."Her eyes lifted to the guy, rathed dumbfounded by her own little outburst. "Now, clean it up.' she ordered glaring at him, as she slowly advenced forward, away from her chair, closer to the guy.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Feb 14, 2009 14:36:09 GMT -5
((Thanks. xD I try to get my posts as long as I can to keep them intersting.))
Damien almost broke his continuous hidden laughter when the girl suddenly yelled out, "Shut up!" She abruptly stood up, knocking her chair back, and slammed her fist on the table. Damien sworn he could've flinched, but the guy nearly screamed. Man, what a sight that would've been. You always have the urges, whether it be bring money to school, bring a camera, or bring your homework early. Do it, because your mind is telling you something will happen and if you don't, you will miss it. Damien raised his eyebrows in shock and cocked his head toward the teen in which they had an... eventful few minutes. Back to the situation at hand. The girl's face was contorted into anger, her eyebrows arched down and a deep frown set on her face with teeth clenched.
"You don't like it, then shut up and shove it. Don't spoil the meal for the rest of the people here. Nor do you have to break the dishes..." She lifted her chin high and menacingly glared at him. Obviously he wasn't suspecting this, and his mask of anger slowly turned horrified and disbelief. Never thought he'd get beat by a girl. "Now, clean it up." She commanded in a loud voice. All had gone quiet to watch the outcome. Nobody wanted to yell at the guy, afraid the girl would tell them to shut it too, so they watched on. While glaring, she moved her body until she avoided the chair and began treading toward the man as he backed up.
Noticing this, Damien whipped his arm on his shirt, removing any excess blood. It might leave a tiny, almost unnoticeable mark, but he'll just clean it up later. He coughed to get the guys attention, who risked a fleeting glance at him, and hinted him forward, "I would clean it up if you don't want this whole crowd on you." Maybe it was an empty threat, but that girl and Damien were pretty pissed off, and the employees were furious. Geez, it's just a plate, he mildly thought. Still, plate or not, that was completely uncalled for...
The fat guy looked down, and began sweeping the glass up with his foot. He couldn't just ask for a broom? Damien hopped out of his chair, careful not to land on anything sharp, and walked toward the counter. He'd been here enough to know where things went, so he simply walked behind the front desk. The boy could feel a couple of eyes staring at him, but for once, he ignored it. Damien bent down and picked up a miniature dust pan and broom they kept hidden within the desk. He snatched it up with a sweep of his arm and evenly paced back to the man. He heavily sighed, loud enough for him to here, and held out his arm to take it. "Here." He simply stated.
Confusion appeared on the man's face, but a glare from Damien sent him on his job. He nearly yanked it out of Damien's arm, which made him more annoyed, and painfully bent down to sweep up his mess. Damien let his arm fall against his side, but soon shoved both of his hands into his khaki short pockets. He glanced outside for a moment, but the rain kept going. Wow, this was a long storm, and it fit the emotion of the room perfectly. He could feel the tension radiating off the customers. He didn't need to feel the anger and frustration coming from the girl he had stared out. He turned to her and kindly smiled to lighten the moment, "Somebody has quiet the temper." Maybe it was a compliment. Damien wasn't quiet into the anger stuff, he was a humorous guy, so the people he hung out with said.
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