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Post by missy on Sept 8, 2009 23:04:50 GMT -5
[/color][/size] No please, you can't go! I...I need you!" Screamed a young girl in tears as she pawed the air trying to get her boyfriend back. "I am tired of your laziness and I don't care anymore!" A deep voice echoed bouncing off the walls making it seem more tyrant. Slamming the door so hard it almost broke off the hinges the young girl sat in a corner with a red mark of being slapped as it stung with the pain of heartache. With a flash of light coming through her mind her eyes slowly awakened her body and the feeling of aloneness and uncomfortable. A tear slowly glided down her cheek picking up more tears that had fallen when she was asleep and dropping to her soaked pillow. Laying in her single bed she realized that she had seen these nightmares before, way to many times.
With grassy green eyes a girl no older then 18 looked around at her surroundings. She had just woken up and saw the time. She sighed sitting on the edge of her bed and rubbing her eyes. Standing up and walking to a small mirror in the corner of her room, Most people would call her 'The Girl Next Door' because she was always willing to lend a helping hand. It was still early, for a Saturday, but she would never be able to fall back asleep after that nightmare. After taking a shower she put on her make-up for the day. She slipped on some pinstriped jeans and a white belt. Sliding on black flipflops shoes, she looked for a shirt that might match what she was wearing already. After a few moments she found a blood red shirt that tightly fit her new curves. After she finished in the bathroom, she made her way back to her darken room.
Charlotte grabbed her phone from the counter and shoved it into her pocket. She flipped her layered blond hair behind her shoulder, and began to fix a some simple to eat. A few minutes later she found herself finished eating and staring at the wall. The sting of her nightmare still clear in her head. But she would not let herself cry over him anymore. She could not let another tear fall from her long lost ex-love. Her first love, the one she wanted to marry. But he had another plain. After giving up her pageants, he wanted nothing to do with her.
She could not take it anymore. She stood up and just stormed out of her room, and just started to walk, just walk. The walk would shortly turn into a run. She did not care where she went, why or where, she just needed to run, just needed to get the heck out of her dorm room. Just take her mind off of her life. So she ran. As she ran her phone was taken from her pocket, and plugged in the head phones she always kept with her. Music blasting in her ears. She ran. She did not know how long it was that she ran, but she was tired. She sat upon a bench, her eye's slipping closed. She should have changed her clothing before running. She was not in running clothing. She was in jeans for gods sake. But that did not bother her. It's been year's and she's still not over him. It hurt. It hurt to know she still loved him. But he was far away, back home with some other chick, and there was nothing she could do but dream about it. And that's just what she was going to do, dream.
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Post by carson cain walker on Sept 16, 2009 21:23:54 GMT -5
Carson lay in the soft grass in the park. He liked to lay there at night, clear his mind and smoke a cigarette. The problem generally was that he was never able to get his mind completely clear. There were things that floated through his mind constantly, haunting him forever. Carson was sure there would be no getting rid of them. He wasn't necessarily sure he was supposed to get rid of them, but that never stopped him from trying. The night air was only slightly chilly so it didn't bother Carson to sit there in a t-shirt and jeans. Carson went through three cigarettes before he figured out that he wouldn't be getting rid of the thoughts he wanted to get rid of. Peter, his twin brother, was always on his mind as well as what he did to Peter. Causing Pete's boyfriend to cheat was probably the worst thing he could have done to his brother. God, Carson deserved to die for that.
Before Carson knew it morning was already coming. He decided it would be best that he could just lay there and watch the sun rise. It was beautiful, though he'd never say that out loud. Carson was too private a person to even share things with himself out loud. After watching the beautiful sunrise Carson sat up with a groan. He had spent the night in the park, though he hadn't really slept there. Carson wondered if he should go back to his room for if just staying in the park would be good enough. There was no telling really. Carson wasn't really good at on the fly decisions. They always turned out to be the wrong decisions. So why even make them? Carson looked around. Things were peaceful when it was too early for annoying little kids and those punks on skateboards that thought they were cool. Sometimes Carson just couldn't control his temper.
Carson stretched his arms into the air, yawning before he was distracted by someone sitting down on a bench near him. The girl wasn't dressed like a runner, but Carson could tell that she had been running. She had that kind of sweaty look about her and she had headphones in her ears. Well that was antisocial, not that Carson was complaining. He preferred people to be antisocial than unbearably annoying. He watched her for a moment, trying to decide if he should say anything or if he shouldn't. Saying something would probably end up getting him in a shit load of trouble. God, Carson hated people and their complexity. Why did human beings have to be so damn complicated?
Finally Standing, Carson walked toward the bench. This girl would witness a momentary act of... well, it couldn't really be called kindness, but close enough. Not many people got to see that. Carson didn't believe people deserved kindness in the purest form. Still, he sat next to the blond girl on the bench, hoping she didn't take too much from the gesture. "You look like hell." Carson commented bluntly. "Not smart to run in jeans." He said, leaning back on the bench. "Constricts muscles and prevents proper sweating. He shrugged. "Your body, though, fuck it up however you want." Carson wasn't the kind of guy that softened up the blow of his words. He said ever word in a flat tone that he knew would not reveal much about his thoughts on the matter.
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Post by missy on Sept 16, 2009 22:28:59 GMT -5
[/color][/size] Charlotte just sat there, her eye's closed and her head back slightly. She was visible upset about something, though she was not about to tell you about it. Her music blasting in her ear's, a person was sure to be able to hear it if they got close enough. The night mare she had just moment's before still stung her echoed in her head. She just hoped the music would drown out her screams, drown out the door slam. Just put the dream to rest. But nothing worked. Running, the music starting up at the sun. NOTHING. Charlotte leaned forward letting her head fall into her awaiting hands. She wanted to cry, but that was weak, she was not weak. She told her self many years ago that she would NEVER cry over him again. And she never shed a tear, while awake. Still in her sleep she would cry, but she cant help that now can she? In fact she had cried so hard she would not be suprised if someone could see the lines down her face where the tears fell. Her eyes might have been a little blood shot, but she really did not know. She did not bother looking, or caring for that matter. She just wanted the memory gone, she was not trying to impress anyone.
She felt the bench move as someone sat down next to her, and she could not help but look up to see who it was. She let her ear piece fall from her ear to listen to his not so kind words. "Oh thanks! Your so kind!" She said with a small huff. She was not going for hot, or sexy, she was just going for, well she did not know. She just wanted to get away, and that's just what she did. "I'm aware of that fact thanks though...." Charlotte said, her voice soft, dead, emotionless. "I never planned on running.It just sorta happened. okay" Charlotte added, her tone more bitchy then before. She was not in the mood for crap. Though the young man, might be her way out. He might be able to help her, even if he did not wish to help. Maybe he could made her mad, make her hit something, that would help. Maybe he would talk to her until she forgot about her problems. Maybe... just maybe he could help her. She could hope right? So in hopes of using this boy, she took took her head phones out, turned the music off, and put it all away. The music left her ear ringing a little, but she liked the pain. It was something to feel. Something he left behind. Something he made her do, something she could remember him by. Though he did not want to remember him. Charlotte was just a mess. She needed to make up her mind. She needed to pick one. Was she over him or not? Did she want to be over him or not? ect.
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Post by carson cain walker on Sept 17, 2009 17:28:49 GMT -5
Carson felt like he was being nice when he said the girl looked like hell. She really did. The girl had that look on her face like she was in pain or something. Sadly, Carson knew the look. He could tell she had been crying and that it probably wasn’t something physical that she was dealing with. God. What had he walked into? Carson didn’t want to jump into some sort of relationship problems. He wouldn’t be able to give her advice on how to fall in love or how to patch things up with her boyfriend. The most he’d tell her about that would be that love didn’t exist and she was wasting her time dwelling on it. That was Carson’s beliefs to a certain degree. But he wasn’t going to make guesses. It could be something else and he wasn’t going to look like an idiot bringing up topic after topic because honestly he didn’t really care what it was. All he cared about was that her heavy breathing messed up his peaceful moment.
When the girl first replied to his first statement, Carson shrugged. “It was nicer than I usually give.” He said in reply. “Take it or leave it, sweetheart.” Carson wouldn’t blame her for leaving it, though the girl claimed she knew she looked like hell. Well, that was good. He almost couldn’t hear what she was saying because her voice was so soft. Carson couldn’t figure out if whatever was bothering her was causing that or if it was the running that had caused her voice to drop. The fact that she had tried to be bitchy with him was enough to tell him that he had free reign on this one though. If she was going to be a bitch to him, then he definitely was allowed to double around and be a bitch to her. That made sense, right? Carson didn’t take crap from people and her tone with that last part had just about driven him crazy. Stupid blond… where did she get off being like that to him? Carson thought so far he had been much nicer to her than he had anyone else.
“Oh, please.” Carson said rolling his eyes. “What? You think you were just taken by the urge to run? I don’t think so. Some part of you must have wanted to run whether you realized it or not.” He said, making sure that he was getting his point across. Carson didn’t like it when they said they didn’t intend on doing something. Usually the subconscious desire was there whether they realized it or not. In essence no matter how much someone wanted to take something back that they did… they couldn’t say they didn’t mean to do it. If they hadn’t meant to do it, then they would have never done it in the first place. So when the girl said that she hadn’t planned on running it sounded just like another excuse to Carson. People were so used to using excuses these days, including Carson. “So, going under the pretense that you hadn’t intended to run in the first place,” Carson started ,crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s the big hurry?”
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Post by missy on Sept 17, 2009 19:15:12 GMT -5
[/color][/size] "Yeah? well....What do you know!?" She asked, the same tone as before her arm's crossed over her chest, closing off her feeling's, a single to him, that she was not having it. Charlotte had quite the temper, he might want to be careful or the tree behind her might get a beating. Well it would not be the first time she punched a tree. But that's besides the point. She must admit, that he did have quite the point. It was true. She had wanted to run. She started off as walking, but that almost always ends in running full speed. She just could not help it, the urge to run was just to strong to ignore, so she ran. And that's just how she ended up here.
What was with this guy?! Did he want her whole life story. It was none of his darn business. Really! If she wanted to run in jeans so be it! If she wanted to cry so be it. If she wanted to kill something so be it. Why did he care anyway? He did not know her. He did not know what she was, or what she used to be... why did he care?! Charlotte mad a angry grunt at his question. Did it matter. "There is none." She said her head turned away looking off in the other direction. "I just wanted to... get away that's all." she continued. "Not like I can get to far!" She continued on. "stupid island." she ended the last part more of a mumble then anything.
"Why do you even care?!" She asked turning her attention back to her little 'friend'. "it's not like you know me or anything." She added. Really. Why did he care so much. And what was with all the questions. Most people she knew would never have just walked up to her like that, and started talking. She came from a very privet community. A place where noses were held high, and gossip was everywhere. A place that you needed money to survive. Here... it was different, the people the atmosphere. Just everything was different. She just was not used to people being nice to her, reaching out to know her. Most just ignored her. She was good at being ignored. She liked to blend in, not stand out. "it's not like you wanna hear about my shit anyway." She added shortly after her other comments. She did not want to put her shit onto him. Anyway, she did not want to talk about it. She would put it behind her, she had to. He moved on, so would she. Though she did not want to, she knew she had to.
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Post by carson cain walker on Sept 21, 2009 21:00:10 GMT -5
Carson didn't like the fact that this girl was getting snippy with him. All he had done was make a few comments. This girl wouldn't want his anger to flare. "Obviously," Carson said dully, "I know a lot more than you." Carson was tired of the female population and their dramatics. All they wanted was attention and Carson didn't think that was right. Why should he give attention to girls who obviously are begging for it? Carson Walker didn't give handouts. If she wanted his attention, then she should earn it. But Carson had a sinking suspicion that she wouldn't earn it... no she was going to try and pry it from him.
Carson listened to her spout out a number of different responses to his question, none of which matched up. He rolled his eyes. "What the fuck ever." Carson said lazily. "Don't fucking shit a brick." He said, his tone finally taking a harsher edge. "It's not like I said you couldn't run. Take a fucking chill pill." Usually Carson hated that phrase, but he let it slip because he figured this girl needed. If she didn't watch it, then she would be losing breath trying to come up with excuses. He waited till he was sure she was done making excuses for herself. For some reason Carson assumed that it would take a while.
"You're absolutely right. I don't want to hear your shit." Carson said bluntly with a shrug. "Let me tell you the typical scenario here." He leaned forward, resting his arms on his lap. "I talk to you, pretend like I might give a flying fuck, and I somehow find a decent way to get into your pants." Carson stood, shoving his hands into his pockets. "But, since you obviously want to down play the sympathy card, which I'm glad for cause I honestly don't give two shits about your problems, I guess I'll have to find some other girl who will be willing to at least give a blow job." Yeah... that was so not Carson's original plan, but he figured, like most girls around her, she would get uncomfortable talking about sex.
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Post by missy on Sept 22, 2009 15:04:19 GMT -5
[/color][/size] When he made that little comment, her face became rather red, no not in a blush, more out of anger. She just mumbled something that was not understandable. But it was something about beating him to a pulp. But one really could not be sure. "ARG! Your IMPOSSIBLE!" she said let out a angry almost grunt. Her hands were balled up into little fist's her knuckled whiter then whit. Trying not to over react, but yelling just got her all the madder, her face all the redder. If this was a cartoon, steam would be shooting out from her ears right now. She attempted to count to ten, but nothing seemed to help. She wished she was at home, so she could start beating her pillow, but she was out side, and the only thing besides the dick sitting next to her, was a tree behind them. But even then, The tree did nothing to her, but she had to hit something or she would explode and beat the crap outta the man, then she would surly be kicked from the island. "WHAT THE FUCK EVER!" She just yelled at him, her temper at its highest point. She let out a bit of a scream before standing up, leaving her crap where it was, and just punched the tree, just punched it. The large tree, did not buckle, the trunk much to large, but at least when she punched it, it left a dent in the nice tree.
"GOD DAMMIT! GOD DAME YOU!" She screamed just beating the tree, poor poor tree. The little tree kept loosing bark with every blow. She began to mumble stuff again, but it was none of his business what she was saying. She was really going at it with the tree too, If she continued this much longer the poor tree would be beaten to death. She would feel bad about it later. She was really beating the poor thing, and this was no whimsy hits, these were ones you saw professional use. After what seemed like forever, she finally stooped smacking the poor tree around. "I hate you!" Charlotte said, as she moved away from the tree, rubbing her cut up hands. A small cut on her knuckle was bleeding, but, it was not at all bad. she has had many more. "I really hate you." Charlotte said, finally clam enough to talk it out. But before she talked with him, she wanted to bandage her knuckles. With a temper like her's she always had a first aid kit handy. For she often needed it. Charlotte did not look at the tree for she did not want to see the damages she had caused the poor thing. So she stood where her back pack, was digging around until she pulled out one of her many wraps, and began to wrap her hand's. If she did something like this back at him, her coach would have killed her. But she was not at home, so if she hurt herself, too bad. It's not like she had any fights here, on this stupid island.
((Oh bad post sorry.. I figured you did not want to get hit so I killed the tree.. poor tree!  ))
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