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Post by aaron ryne lykaon on Oct 15, 2009 18:21:52 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -MEND THE BROKEN HOMES CARE FOR THEMTHEY ARE OUR BROTHERS SAVE THE FADING LIGHT IN OUR SOULS [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Sneaking out into the 'woods' further away from the campus as usual was a lone male, a small black bag looped over his shoulder and a case containing his base strapped onto his back. Sometimes he just needed to get away from the buzz of people and the loneliness of his own room to focus on his music, to find the right inspiration for a song he was working on or the lyrics to a song he finished with his bass alone. Today it was the opposite however where he had the lyrics, but was struggling to find a strong bass line that would capture the emotion he wanted and draw the listener in. Normally it didn't matter too much, but this song was more important to him than most would ever imagine, but perhaps they would understand if they knew his full past and could link it to the lyrics stuffed into his bag.
After a few minutes of searching he finally found one of his favorite spots away from the campus, a lone fallen log that was in the center of a small clearing, carefully placing his stuff on the ground next to the log as he sat down. Pulling out his bass he carefully fine tuned it as he hummed the notes for each string, an odd natural talent he had whenever he picked up a new instrument and learned how certain notes were supposed to sound. Many would probably say he was a natural musician but he honestly didn't want to believe that, knowing that his personality would not work out too well with bands and the like, so he would more than likely just have music as a side-talent and remain unknown as he liked to be.
Sighing softly he pulled out the lyrics and the few chords he had planned out, trying to piece them together as he had been for the past five days. At first it felt like he was progressing, but after about ten minutes he started getting irritated, each set of chords he placed together just not capturing the emotion he wanted. Resisting the urge to shred the papers infront of him apart Aaron closed his hazel eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused his mind on a random song, beginning to play it without opening his eyes. He did this quite often when he got irritated, music being a sort of emotional stabilizer for him, especially a certain song that he loved half to death. Without another thought he began singing along, believing no one would end up coming by to here him.
"In my opinion seeing is to know The things we hold are always first to go. And who's to say we won't end up alone."
Pausing for a moment to tune up a string that suddenly sounded off he continued to hum the chorus without much thought. He didn't feel right singing without an instrument accompanying him, so he needed to tune it up before he would actually sing. Hearing the string finally hit the proper pitch a faint smile crossed his lips, eyes remaining closed as his fingers slid across the strings. It was like an art to him, playing and singing to music he often looked to at a young age for an escape, but now more than ever it was an inspiration and a way to express himself.
"Cry ourselves to sleep We will sleep alone forever Will you lay me down In the same place with all I love?
Mend the broken homes Care for them they are our brothers Save the fading light in our souls."
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Post by cortney lily maset on Oct 15, 2009 19:35:08 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE THAT EARTH TURNS SLOWLY IT'S HARD TO SAY THAT I'D RATHER STAY AWAKE WHEN I'M ASLEEP CUZ EVERYTHING IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Today was a running day. That much was for sure. Cortney wasn't sure why she was in a running mood though. It was probably because she hadn't found a soccer field yet that she could run around on. Or it was because she really had nothing better to do with her day since she still didn't know anyone. That was probably the reason but she knew that because she was still new to the island it would be a little bit before she really had the chance to introduce herself to other people. With a pair of green running shorts, a blue t-shirt, and running shoes all ready on she left her dorm room. Leaving the school grounds she wondered where exactly she could run. Beginning to jog she made her way towards the woods. A perfect place to run, especially for a bit of cross country training. Though she hadn't done cross country for ages it seemed she still enjoyed running. Plus the trees would provide some shade and a wonderful view. In Vegas there were no trees at all. You were luck to see a green cactus while you ran. Entering the woods she kept her breathing steady and following the rhythm of her feet hitting the ground. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. ONE, TWO, THREE. With the pace all ready set in her head she began weaving through the trees. She was careful with where she stepped, as she didn't want to fall over and hurt herself so soon. Getting injuries were never any fun unless there was a good story behind it. But enjoying a run in the woods wouldn't make for a very good story in her mind. As she went she heard music playing. Cortney thought she was just hearing things at first but followed the sound and heard a voice begin to sing along as well. "I wonder who's singing." she thought to herself as she approached a clearing. Although it was small she noticed the guy sitting there with a bass, playing and singing. "That was really good." she said with a smile, "Where did you learn to play?"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Done TAGGED: Aaron WORDS: 355 LYRICS: Owl City - Fireflies
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Post by aaron ryne lykaon on Oct 16, 2009 1:18:52 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -MEND THE BROKEN HOMES CARE FOR THEMTHEY ARE OUR BROTHERS SAVE THE FADING LIGHT IN OUR SOULS [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Having of been so zoned into his music Aaron didn't here the very obvious footsteps of someone walking into the area as he normally would, nor did he see it because of his eyes being closed to help him concentrate. He definitely wasn't expecting to hear a voice that was directed at him, especially a female voice since he rarely saw anyone other than males at the school. Of course this instantly snapped him out of it, eyes opening and landing on the female who spoke to him, nearly dropping his bass from being so shocked about someone having of overheard him. In all honesty he was completely self-conscious about his music, especially his singing voice since he never thought he could sing, but many people have told him otherwise and that he sounded somewhat like the lead singer of Seether.
Catching his bass before it fell he lightly cleared his throat, shifting a bit uncomfortably at the company he wasn't expecting, biting his bottom lip with uncertainty. Yes, she had said it was good and asked him a question, but his nerves were getting the best of him at the moment, anxiety being the primary emotion. He wasn't certain if he should try to escape or not, gaze darting between the girl and the best escape route, before finally focusing fully on her in faint curiousity. She didn't seem to mean any harm, so perhaps he was best off trying to talk and dealing with the situation.
"Thank you I guess... I'm not that great of a musician, though... hm." He paused, uncertain of what to say next. He was never good when caught off-guard when it came down to communication, especially since his social abilities were kind of locked away when it came to strangers. Especially since it was about his music, the one thing he was so self-conscious of when he presented it to others, feeling like it needed to be perfect in every way possible.
"I- Well, I didn't learn from any place... or person for that matter. I just picked up the bass and sort of taught myself after listening to a few bands I like." Well, he wasn't going to admit that he actually stole the bass from a music shop when he was younger, she was a complete stranger and he didn't want to scare her away when she was actually trying to social with him. "You like music?" Okay, that sounded a bit off when he thought about it, quickly correcting himself. "I mean... like listening to it or anything."
So much for being able to socialize easily, at least he didn't just run away from the situation like his secondary instinct wanted him to. But it was all down to whether or not she wouldn't mind him seeming so awkward with conversations to stick around or if she would just brush him off and continue whatever she was originally doing that randomly led her to where she was standing at the moment.
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Post by cortney lily maset on Oct 16, 2009 1:59:41 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE THAT EARTH TURNS SLOWLY IT'S HARD TO SAY THAT I'D RATHER STAY AWAKE WHEN I'M ASLEEP CUZ EVERYTHING IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cortney had not noticed that the guy’s eyes were closed at first and could see a bit of shock when they did open to look at her. She kind of felt bad for surprising him. He probably just wasn’t used to anyone listening to him play. If being out in the middle of the woods all alone wasn’t obvious enough she wasn’t sure what was. Of course she could relate to not having people listen to her play. When she first began playing instruments she hated performing in front of an audience unless she was in a group. Even then she couldn’t be given a solo because she dreaded it so much. She could play perfectly fine when it was for fun by herself alone in a room but on stage by herself was when everything changed. ”Well you’re lying to yourself.” Cortney stated, obviously teasing, ”You’re really good. Especially if you taught yourself. I wish I could do that. I suppose you learn by ear. That’s really a skill.” There were those who could sight read a sheet of music and those who could just hear something and be able to play it. But to not even know an instrument and be able to play it amazed her. ”And I’m sorry for basically barging in on your little serene area.” she apologized while looking at the clearing, ”I just heard the music while I was running and couldn’t help but search for the source of it.”Smiling she answered, ”I love music. Both listening to it and playing. It’s kind of like an escape to listen to it. I listen to anything but country and heavy metal really. I play the violin and the piano too. Not much of a singer though, but if I hear a note I can match it. That’s about it on music for me.” Pausing for a moment she realized that she had babbled on a bit. ”Wow. That was a long babble. So do you play any instrument you touch or something like that? What kind of music are you into?” Giggling a bit she realized she hadn't even introduced herself to the guy, "And I'm Cortney."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Finished! TAGGED: Aaron WORDS: 364 LYRICS: Owl City - Fireflies
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Post by aaron ryne lykaon on Oct 19, 2009 11:41:00 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -MEND THE BROKEN HOMES CARE FOR THEMTHEY ARE OUR BROTHERS SAVE THE FADING LIGHT IN OUR SOULS [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Honestly Aaron was surprised that Cortney was still sticking around and talking to him, let alone complimenting his abilities when it came down to music. In the past a few girls didn't like the fact that he wasn't very social or able to hold a conversation very well, yet here she was talking away and seeming fine with him just sitting there, watching her with silent curiousity. She was talkative, that was a given, but he definitely didn't mind it at all and enjoyed the company that seemed to share a love for music. Placing his bass on his lap he allowed her to finish talking, trying to recall every word from the top of his head in order to respond properly.
"It's fine, I'm not used to the company, nor used to someone hearing me sing. I... uhm, I think I learn by ear, I never really thought on it much... once I hear a note I can just match it usually like yourself and go from there. I can't read sheet music like most can, I was never really taught anything with music."
Another near slip about his past, what was with him today? Last thing he needed to do was burden a random girl with his past and scare her off, especially if he mentioned the darker parts he often wished he could erase but learned to accept over time. It did help make him who he had become, but the inner nature most seen was really what had been hidden because he was hurt and felt guilty about the thing he did. Trying not to acknowledge his past he focused back on the conversation, lightly clearing his throat, carefully thinking over his next words to avoid pausing or stuttering.
"I typically like classical and alternative rock, classical music is something I've recently began taking an interest to though I never tried playing a violin or piano before. I picture the violin would be easier for me to pick up anyways since I already know how to play a few string intruments like my bass here."
The smallest of a smile crossed his lips, something quite abnormal for him on a first meeting with someone new, holding back an amused laugh. It was a delayed realization that the girl had forgotten to introduce herself and he nearly did the same thing throughout all his responses, so it wasn't exactly polite to just brush it off as nothing now was it?
"I'm Aaron, the lone wolf, anti-social musician as I used to be called back at home. Not so much though, it's a new start here, so I suppose I should try to get a better name.. though I do like wolves."
And there he went again, this time just faintly hinting and quickly adding on a side thought to cover up the darkness. Hopefully she wouldn't question him about it, he wouldn't know what to tell her or how to react when it came to describing some of the things he wished not to remember.
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Post by cortney lily maset on Oct 19, 2009 16:06:54 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE THAT EARTH TURNS SLOWLY IT'S HARD TO SAY THAT I'D RATHER STAY AWAKE WHEN I'M ASLEEP CUZ EVERYTHING IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Join the club. I hate when people hear me sing. But that’s why rarely anyone hears me sing anyways.” Cortney said with a smile, “You must play by ear if you can’t read sheet music. That must make it even more hard. I would think so at least. I love being able to look at the sheet music and see what the right note is. Makes my life easier.” That was the truth. Though she couldn’t play everything perfectly, having the music there in front of her made it easier. Even beginning to play the violin she found out how to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star but ended up being an octave higher than what was normal. “Classical music is gorgeous. It is really relaxing too.” she said with certainty. Classical music was one of the best ways for her to just relax and let things out. Even just listening to it she could apply the emotions she was feeling and create her own symphony story of what had happened. “If you could pick up a violin and play better than me I’m sure my mother would cry, all those wasted lessons.” she laughed before stopping. There came the topic of her mother, the one person who she didn’t want to think or talk about. So much for trying to forget about her. The story of her mother was not going to be told any time soon so Cortney just continued, “With the piano I am sure if you played a few keys and messed around you would figure it out.”She was unsure of what to say at first in response to him being a lone wolf. That didn’t sound like very much fun. All of her life she was never much of a loner. The attention of others was great to her, not that she hogged the spotlight or anything like that. “Well Aaron it is nice to meet you but we can’t have you being a lone wolf. That can’t be much fun. Plus, this place is all about new starts for everyone including myself.” she started, “Wolves are really cool, so you just need to make your own pack so you aren’t alone.”- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Done TAGGED: Aaron WORDS: 369 LYRICS: Owl City - Fireflies
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Post by aaron ryne lykaon on Oct 23, 2009 19:58:47 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -MEND THE BROKEN HOMES CARE FOR THEMTHEY ARE OUR BROTHERS SAVE THE FADING LIGHT IN OUR SOULS [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Sheet music was very confusing to him, looking down at his backpack where his bass tabs were carefully stored away in a folder, knowing well enough that you had to learn at a young age to be able to understand it just by taking a single glance at it. The way he wrote his tabs was different than most musicians because he never learned to play by looking at sheets, nor how to write how any guitarist would, so only he could easily understand them. Then came about the idea of playing a violin, something he really couldn't picture himself being able to do really, especially since it required such a careful touch and elegance that he didn't have in his eyes. Though it seemed to make sense to him why Cortney was able to play it, she seemed to have a certain air about her that had musical potential, just within a different instrument than himself.
"Well I don't think she'll find out anytime soon, I doubt I could play it with the grace you may have, or even be able to grasp how to get the movements just right to make it look elegant. I know that may sound odd, but orchestras were always meant to look graceful and elegant like a ballerina."
At least that's how it was in Aaron's eyes, he was better at being deceiving and sort of hidden to a degree, much like the bass he played, but it was just as important as any instrument in a band. Take the bass out of any songs you can think of it tended to sound quite odd unless it was meant to sound good acoustic, so it is connected to every instrument to create the perfect blends of sounds. Of course that was something he couldn't do at the time since he was a loner and there were no bands that he was aware of looking for a bassist, otherwise he might consider it. And that was when she brought up the lone wolf thing, causing a faint smile to cross his lips
"I'll find a pack someday, I'd rather take it slow though so I don't clash into any of the drama of clique-like social groups. Maybe you'd like to be in the pack?" Okay, to him that sounded quite odd and somewhat awkward, laughing nervously. "That sounded odd... but I'm sure everything will turn out well if you have hope and strive towards it. I'd just rather be cautious about things...." Trailing off for a moment he listened carefully to his gut instinct which was basically telling him to see if she'd be willing to talk, ignoring his mind that just wanted him to shut up and walk away.
"If you want to sit down and talk, feel free, but if you want to get back to running you can. I don't want to take away your freetime unless you want to talk." Time to work off his shell, or at least do his best to, though he wasn't going to dare talk too much about his past until she had gained his trust, and that certainly wouldn't be anytime soon.
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Post by cortney lily maset on Oct 23, 2009 20:51:38 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE THAT EARTH TURNS SLOWLY IT'S HARD TO SAY THAT I'D RATHER STAY AWAKE WHEN I'M ASLEEP CUZ EVERYTHING IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Yeah.” Cortney replied, her mother really wouldn’t be finding anything out about what was going on in her life ever again, “Awww. Well it does take a while to get the right form when playing. My teachers were always telling me to fix my wrist, hold the bow like this, and things of that sort. It was never too much fun but playing the music was great. And that doesn’t sound odd at all. You just know how you expect an orchestra to look. But I’m not sure I’d compare the look to a ballerina. I’m sure I look nothing like one.” She smiled a bit remembering how her father had enrolled in her ballet and she had quit immediately because the outfit was itchy and she didn’t like the prancing around. Dance was never really her thing anyways. It just never seemed to work for her. “Ah yes. I’m sure there are plenty of cliques here all ready on this island. I just don’t know any of them yet.” she started before she laughed a bit, “That doesn’t sound odd at all. I’m sure it would have if I didn’t know we were talking about wolves and packs. Either way I’d love to join your pack. Not like I even have one anyways. I’ve never even been in one actually.” She couldn’t help but laugh a bit more. Her first experience on the island with someone other than Megan and she was all ready a part of a wolf pack. Now that could make for a fun story even though she wasn’t a wolf. Nodding her head Cortney began walking over to Aaron saying, “Running can wait. I run almost every day anyways so I won’t die without running today. It’ll be a nice break too. Heck, I have far too much free time on my hands here anyways.” She sat down next to Aaron on the log and gazed at his bass for a moment before looking at him. “So as a part of your pack do I have to do anything special or just have fun?’ she asked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Done TAGGED: Aaron WORDS: 351 LYRICS: Owl City - Fireflies
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Post by aaron ryne lykaon on Oct 26, 2009 9:17:32 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -MEND THE BROKEN HOMES CARE FOR THEMTHEY ARE OUR BROTHERS SAVE THE FADING LIGHT IN OUR SOULS [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Although she claimed she looked nothing like a ballerina Aaron could picture her being one in his head, resisting the urge to smile at the mental image he conjured up. It was perfectly innocent of course, but a part of him could picture she had the grace to pull it off if she actually enjoyed it, but he didn't know any better either way. Maybe music was more of her thing, or even a sport of some kind that she loved to do, so it would make sense that she could've dropped dancing for something much more enjoyable for herself in the end. Carefully he put his bass away so she could sit down and have some room, leaving the case open just incase he wanted to pull it back out or if she wanted to try it out.
"Cliques are also like packs I suppose the more I think about it, each pack of wolves has their own unique howling pattern that distinguishes them from another pack, and it pretty rare to have a small amount unless it just started or they prefer smaller numbers."
Now it was obvious he had done research about wolves, but he wasn't afraid to admit that he had to anyone because people tended to know a lot about their favorite animals once they got older. Okay, maybe not as much as himself, but that didn't matter at all in his mindset. As for what he expected out of his 'pack' there wasn't anything he could think of off the top of his head, he had Peter and Devon which he consider minor members that were somewhat alike to him in nature, but he never really expected anything out of them or his friends in general.
"Just have fun and be yourself, I don't really want people to change who they are because of me, nor do I want them to feel like they have to do anything for me either. Just a group of friends who are there to look out for each other and be there when someone in the pack gets hurt or needs assistance of some kind. Or, at least that is my vision of what I would expect from everyone."
The faintest of a smile crossed his lips as his gaze drifted from the scenary to Cortney, his hazel eyes containing a rather rare happy look to them. "As you said we have the chance to start anew, so why not be who we really are instead of having guises or being fake to some degree? Chances are if we get out of here, we might not see each other again..." Trailing off he realized that might've sounded a bit negative, lightly shaking his head with an apologetic look.
"Sorry, didn't mean for that to sound negative or anything, reality hurts sometimes. But now that it's on my mind, where are you from?"
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Post by cortney lily maset on Oct 26, 2009 14:05:07 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE THAT EARTH TURNS SLOWLY IT'S HARD TO SAY THAT I'D RATHER STAY AWAKE WHEN I'M ASLEEP CUZ EVERYTHING IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cortney paused for a moment mulling over Aaron’s remark on packs. ”I’m pretty sure that cliques can be a bit more vicious though. They kind of attack each other at times. I hope we don’t have to attack each other or I am going to have to leave this pack.” she laughed. She was kidding of course. There had been far too many experiences for her dealing with how dramatic and hectic girls were. Guys were definitely ten times easier to deal with than girls. That was a good thing though. Guys actually talked about something other than the opposite sex. Plus they weren’t always super concerned with who you were dating at the moment. ”You won’t have to worry about. I won’t be changing anytime soon.” she remarked, ”Well if I am your friend then I will definitely be doing things for you other than having your back and things like that.” Cortney tended to be the supportive friend more than anything. Hearing out problems, fixing situations, giving advice, and just being there to hang out with seemed to be her job. That was what she could do. Though if you were on her bad side or she was in a bad mood then you might as well leave her alone so that you wouldn’t feel her wrath. ”Those are good expectations though.” she stated. ”Being yourself makes things easier anyways.” said Cortney with a smile. That was true. A disguise could only last for so long and she wasn’t good at that. And telling her secrets was a whole nother story. That didn’t deal with her personality so much really. She was still the same but just a bit different. ”No you’re fine. You’re just telling things the way that they are. I’m from Vegas or sin city. Which ever name you want to give it. Where are you from?” she asked. Even though they were on this island she was kind of glad Aaron realized that they did have that chance of never seeing each other again. But it couldn’t hurt to have friends with her while it lasted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Done [no worries. school sucks anyways.] TAGGED: Aaron WORDS: 352 LYRICS: Owl City - Fireflies
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Post by aaron ryne lykaon on Nov 18, 2009 18:57:47 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -MEND THE BROKEN HOMES CARE FOR THEMTHEY ARE OUR BROTHERS SAVE THE FADING LIGHT IN OUR SOULS [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Well, asking where she was from wasn't exactly the wisest thing to do the more Aaron began to think abou it, knowing she would ask him the same question and probably say something about how great it would be to live amongst the stars. Most people said that when they heard of the Hamptons on Long Island and watched the celebs like stalkers which was sort of creepy. It was one of the main reasons he never wanted to get into a band, he didn't want to be stalked around or hit on or anything by followers of the group he was in. After his past he preferred much smaller groups and smaller parties versus the large, overpopulated ones that had way too much noise. That meant standing out more in the end, but he never went to them anyways, and it was more peaceful whenever he actually decided to be amongst the smaller crowds who interacted openly with one another.
He was a mostly closed off individual on respects of his past, but he couldn't help but smile at her friendly nature and willingness to associate with him. He wasn't known here as he was back at home, a wanted person who people either feared, respected, or hated with a passion, so it was like a cool breeze on a super hot day that lasted forever. This was his time to move on from his past and perhaps make something of himself, find someone to settle down with later on in life even, get through college and this damned boarding school where it felt like they were being watched. Since day one he was sensitive to the cameras that were around for 'security' but he had this gut feeling it was something else by the position versus the schools he snuck into at night to gather supplies for his siblings for school. He wouldn't dare say it outloud and be questioned and possibly yelled at for being paranoid, that was the last thing he needed right now.
"Snapping amongst the pack won't be tolerated on my guard, I'd rather things be as peaceful as possible. I had enough rough waters to tread through to deal with anymore amongst those I care for, even if it means losing a friendship or two on the way." He didn't care much of losing friendship if it meant avoiding conflict, he was good at letting go of feelings if the situation called for it, he had to do that anyways when it came to him having to pickpocket someone or steal from their homes to survive. "I hope to keep you happy while your a part of it, that is my official goal for anyone who is accepted in. It's the last thing I can do after all since we're stuck on this stupid island anyways."
Now it came down to where he lived, a small sigh escapign his lips at the thoughts of it. He felt he should be fully honest with her about his homelife and everything, but he had to protect himself from getting hurt again. "I'm from Southampton on Long Island. It's the fish-like island that is a part of New York, but if you follow the stars a good amount of them have homes in the Hamptons..." Pausing he chuckled softly to himself, eyeing Cortney for a moment before speaking again. "Though you probably got a good amount visiting that area anyways, casinos and bars are the hot thing for those with money and fame it seems like along with pretty places and people."
That was a hidden compliment there towards Cortney, though he doubted she'd catch onto it, and if she did he hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way. It would ruin how far he managed to get with another female since he was backstabbed by his own sister, being cautious about the female gender more than his own. He could stand the physical pain, but being secretly sensitive deep down inside it was hard to deal with the emotional blows of growing close to a woman who is also sensitive and their ability to strike right at the emotional core with any actions and words they used.
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Post by cortney lily maset on Nov 19, 2009 22:46:35 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE THAT EARTH TURNS SLOWLY IT'S HARD TO SAY THAT I'D RATHER STAY AWAKE WHEN I'M ASLEEP CUZ EVERYTHING IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Well then that seems fitting since it is your pack and you seem to be in charge anyways." Cortney stated, That's so true. Dealing with your own problems on top of problems with friends is a bit too much. Especially when the problems amongst friends are stupid and easy to resolve but they want to drag it out." It bothered her how some people were just so stupid to hold onto grudges over simple little things that could easily be done without. She didn't say anything in response to him not minding to lose a friend or two just for peace. Cortney loved having her friends and would do anything she could to keep the friendship together unless it got to the point where the friendship just couldn't survive. She could never really just drop someone as a friend to make things all better. "Well how many others have been accepted into the pack?" she asked with curiousity, "Yeah, if only this stupid island had more to offer." Though the island seemed immense in size, considering it was an island, and had quite a few attractions it just wasn't the same as the home Cortney had come to enjoy and love. "Wow. We're pretty much on opposite sides of the country." she remarked. Nevada and New York were quite a distance from each other. Even when she had gone back east a few times the flights were pretty long. It was impossible to imagine those people that drove such long distances and claimed to enjoy it. Insanity would have struck any vehicle she was in for that journey. Good thing it had never happened. "Ah yes, the casinos and bars attract just about everyone it seems. You wouldn't believe who all lives on the Strip. Though they really don't have a home there they just make it their own home. Kind of sad once you think about it but whatever. And famous people only have their fame and money for so long if you think about it. It can't last forever." she mused. All the bright flashing lights and tall casinos came to mind as she thought about the Strip. It was fun to visit every once in a while but for some reason all the natives to Vegas were never truly enthralled by it as were tourists and other random visitors. That was probably just because they were so used to it though. "So what do you like to do for fun other than hide out in woods and play music?" she asked, "And what is there to do all the way in New York?"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Done TAGGED: Aaron WORDS: 436 LYRICS: Owl City - Fireflies NOTES: Good to see you are alive :3
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