they say the devils water ain´t so sweet; open

[emily marie halloway]

Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins.
As for this face, best be forgotten.

Her ipod, her Camel - cigarette pack and her bag which held a warm cardigan jacket, whenever she got cold was all that she needed. ´when you were young´ was maxed out on her ipod by the killers and she couldn´t hear anyone or anything else in the lovely beach her bum rested on. It was a warm evening today and thatú probably what made this young Halloway exit her dorm and go out on a walk. Sadly, she was too lazy to actually walk that much so thatú the reason why she rested here. It has already been half an hour and she hasn´t had the will or want to exit and preferred to smoke 2 cigarettes in between that time.

It had been a pretty dull day for Emily. She woke up, had the most dreadful hangover, took a few pills to relieve it (we´re talking about regular painkillers here) and fell asleep once more for a couple of hours. She had decided and thought that she´ll be locked up in her dorm for the entire day and night, sleeping and lazying around, wondering what happened yesterday. But eventually, she got so damn bored of being so damn lazy and headed out. Plus, her dog was kind of nervous and kept on barking at Emily. So she grabbed its leash and off they were. She walked a while until got lazy again(which is so like her) and voila, here she is.

By now her ipod changed songs, now playing ´Kristy, are you doing okay´ by The Offspring. A smirk grew upon her face as she thought that if she were drunk, she´d be singing her heart out by this song. She has and probably always will love this song. Her feet moved slightly to the beat of the song and her eyes closed, hoping to feel more of the song that way. Her dog had convienently placed itself upon emú lap and observed the people walking on by. Thank god that he ain´t that active anymore as he were when he was a pup. Emily Marie Hallowayú hand reached into her bag and grabbed out that yellow sand looking kind of pack and pulled out a smoke. Her eyes were locked on the water not so far from her and with that image in her head, she put the cancer stick into her mouth, reaching over to her lighter. By now, the dog understood what would happen and shifted from her lap to her side.

Hell's on it's way, no one's gonna stop it.
I wear the suit, no one's gonna top it.

[asher nathanial marks]

Asher walked along the sand, he wore a pair of tan cargo shorts and his blue tshirt was tucked into his pants. His feet were protected from what he assumed was extremely hot sand by a pair of flip flops and slung around his left shoulder was his acoustic guitar. He sat down not too far from the dark haired beauty and started playing 'Kristy are you doing okay' by the Offspring. It was one of his favorite songs and it had been stuck in his head all day. "There’s a moment in time..." the boy sang as his fingers strummed the strings on the guitar.

Had Asher known Miss. Halloway was listening to the same song on her iPod he probably would have picked another song to play, despite it being stuck in his head the entire day. He could have played 'You're gonna go far kid' another Offspring song, or some other song he liked. But playing the same exact song she was listening to just seemed sort of annoying and possibly stalkerish. After all he had sat next to her and started playing the same exact song that she was listening to on her iPod. As it was, he didn't know and he continued playing and singing the song. "Can you stay strong? Can you go on?..." he sang as he looked at the ocean.

It was a rather beautiful site, watching the waves approach the beach and eventually crash upon the shore. He hadn't really seen it much where he used to live, being so busy. But now he was on an island and so far he was having fun there. The ocean had inspired him to write multiple songs. Now his almost completely empty, notebook was half-full. Luckily he had multiple other ones for when he ran out of room in his current notebook.

[emily marie halloway]

Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins.
As for this face, best be forgotten.

It took Emily a while to get out of her very own, special world inside her head and actually notice someone else. But when she did, it truly caught her eye. Not everyday does someone sit next to her and start to play the guitar. She decided to put the cigarette back into her pack, since she never was comfortable smoking to a possibly non-smoker and shifted slightly towards the boy, putting on ´pause´ on the yellow ipod, which by then, had made its way to her bag. It caught her ears that it was the same song all over again, but that just made her smile. It was pretty damn weird for saying it was a coincidence and well, she liked weird. At least for today.

Actually, that made her listen even more carefully to the boy and stay interested with his persona. That, and the fact that she loved the Offspring. Emily didn´t have the plan to interrupt him, so all she could do at the moment was to sit back, listen and just pet her pooch slowly as he had crawled back onto her lap, terribly interested in sniffing that other person not too far from him. Sadly for him, Emily's hands were there to stop him and hanged on too tightly. Thats what you get for having a pet for years and understanding him. Thankfully Emilyú never had any real problems with Thurman, just unconditional love. And everyone likes to have some loving in their life.

As little time passed by, Emily started to feel kind of weird. She knew she had no point but it felt like eavesdropping for her, the dude next to her had no clue and as Emily just-so-casually looked at him, he seemed to be a true musician. His mind was right there where the song he was playing was so that reality didn´t seem so vivid at that moment. Emily couldn´t be sure, that was just her amateur-diagnose. Heck, she couldn´t even hold a guitar in her own hands, she was so tiny that she would probably drown behind it. But when she was in thef first to fourth grade, she learned to play the guitar. She doesn´t remember that much though anymore..

Her eyes wandered off to the scenery elsewhere and were locked upon the rocks further into deep water. It always gave her chills when, seemingly, water was innocent and devotional, but when you really paid attention on how much it battered the rocks - she just hoped she weren´t the only one so deferential towards it. Snapping out and back to reality, her face turned towards the pretty musician and coughed to clear her throat.

"Hey", she spoke and gave out a warm smile, "Gotta compliment you in your style in music, and nice singing" she spoke softly, "and muy magnifico guitar playing" she said and looked down for a second, quickly trying to reminisce if her Spanish was really that sucky that she said two words wrong. After calculating for an nano-second, she was confident enough that muy was very and magnifico.. thats easy. So, content with how it came out, her eyes were locked upon the boy as she waited for his reply.

Hell's on it's way, no one's gonna stop it.
I wear the suit, no one's gonna top it.

[asher nathanial marks]

Asher just ended the song when the girl started talking to him. A smile appeared on his face, he always loved being complemented. Didn't everyone? But the way she said it was entertaining, being from Philadelphia he didn't know much Spanish but those few words almost anyone could have understand. "Thank you, I'm Asher." he held his hand out to her, leaning his elbow on the guitar so it didn't fall.

One thing that he didn't consider himself was a true musician. He just liked playing the music, feeling his fingertips move over the stings of the guitar, and creating such a unique and amazing sound. But a true musician? No definitely not, true musician's lived and breathed music. For Asher it was just something he fell back on and it kept him sane.

Music was one thing that he was good at, of course he occasionally made mistakes but the mistakes could make the song better then the original. When he played football he could make a mistake and it could be drastic, very rarely was it good. And for everything else it just seemed like if you made a mistake you're head would be ripped off. Music, was different it could be anything you wanted it to be because it was your music, not anyone else's.

Asher looked over Emily, she was small but very pretty. He was surprised that he hadn't noticed her before, but nevertheless he had now and she had his attention. Asher hated it when he was talking with someone and they would stare out at something else or or start talking to someone else. So he tried to avoid doing that and gave people his full attention when he talked to them. Not that that was very hard with Ms. Halloway.

His other hand scratched his abs which were starting to get sunburned. Not that he noticed, nor did he care. Sunburns turned into tans and skin cancer was barely even an after thought to him. Besides he hated sunscreen, it was annoying to put on and messy.

[emily marie halloway]

Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins.
As for this face, best be forgotten.

Well, Emily didn't think her day would be anything like this when she woke up in the morning. She had prepared herself to be all alone, if you exclude the small dog with her. Nothing like this for sure. She took gently his hand and smiled, ''Emily.'' She spoke and looked down for a moment, then back up at him. ''Nice to meet you, '' she said, bearing her white front teeth as she yet again smiled. Who knew that hearing someone sing could get you into a good mood? Not that she was actually in a bad mood to start with, just lazy. Whatever happened to her during those 3 minutes, she sure got some energy from it.

Thurman Merman, her dog had jumped from her lap and gone over to the stranger from his point of view to sniff him over, especially the guitar he had to look up at. Emily didn't worry about him, since he has never bitten anyone before, she just hoped Asher wasn't afraid of dogs. Especially tiny ones. Since Emily had been practically quiet all day long, except for those few IM talks or the occasional pet talk with her Thurman, so she just felt the need to say something more and hoped for the best that he'll take her mubling in a good way. And maybe, just maybe, they'll get a conversation going on.

''The funniest thing was that pretty much at the same time I was listening to that song on my ipod,'' Emily spoke and pondered if he was that kind of guy who was comfortable talking to pretty much strangers. After some thinking, she thought that if he was comfortable singing to strangers, he would do okay for a random conversation. ''Talk about coincidence, huh'' She added after a while.

Tapping on her thighs for a short moment, her dog quickly made her way onto her lap. What a spoiled dog he was indeed. Emily got him from the dog pound years back when she was a child and wow, what a fight it was back home. But as always, thanks to her stubbornness she got to keep him. His name, Thurman Merman, well, she was a child and that was the best she could think of. After scratching his ears for a while, Emily turned her head back to the boy, who she had to say, was pretty darn good looking. And, he was talented. What more could you want?

Hell's on it's way, no one's gonna stop it.
I wear the suit, no one's gonna top it.

[asher nathanial marks]

Asher smiled down at Thurman Merman, scratching his head “Hey there.” He said. He preferred bigger dogs, but he wasn’t afraid of smaller ones. What harm did they do anyways? Chihuahuas’ and pugs, along with some other small dogs were rather ugly and annoying as hell but what would they do? Nip at your heals was really all, that was the worst. But around Asher almost all dogs seemed to like him.

Emily had been listening to the ‘Kristy are you doing okay’ as well, now that was interesting. He chuckled “I’ve had the song stuck in my head all day.” He said, “But that is some coincidence.” He nodded, now looking at her. “I hope you liked my version of it, I changed a little bit of the notes here and there but it’s mostly the same.” His finger softly moved across the strings, not enough to make a sound but enough to keep his hands doing something.

Asher had an urge to play a song for her, but he wasn’t sure what. He knew she liked the Offspring, but what else? He could start playing another song, but that would ruin the conversation they were having. Plus it would be kind of weird if he just started playing some random song. “You know if you really like listening to me play the guitar I can write or play a song for you. Granted, if I wrote one it would take a bit but with someone as beautiful as you I could have one done in less than a week.” He said.

[emily marie halloway]

Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins.
As for this face, best be forgotten.

A small smile grew upon Emily's face as she watched Asher and her dog together. Cross down the hate-small dogs part. Emily was so happy when Asher actually replied and gave more to the conversation. She felt so giddy and wanted to clap her hands but tried hard to not do that. Emily wasn't really a musical person, at least when it came to guitars, so she didn't catch much of a difference except for a few times. She thought. If he would be playing a piano, it would have been a better chance that she actually knew something. ''I love the song, and you played it worth my loving'' She said and then thought for a moment, ''aka I loved your playing'' She felt like she had to do the 'aka' thing just in case. She was in those moods where she was blabbering like she was from another decade, not intentionally but still.

Emily was surprised at his next remarks, looking down for a moment to gain her composure yet again. She didn't expect that, but was, indeed happy that he did say that. ''Hey, what could be wrong when a person does that? That just pretty much would shake my world'', she had to agree, it would. Makes her sort of feel like a 18th century book character who gets to have that thing, where some handsome man sings for her and etc.

''And, thanks, '' She said, taking in the compliment, ''You know, you're pretty damn good-looking yourself,'' she returned one back, giving him a faint smile. Still, she couldn't say yes for him, for not to look bossy. She didn't like feeling bossy, at least with people she just got to know of. ''It's your choice, I just said that I love your singing,'' she said and gave him a playful wink to bring some enlightenment to the scenery.

Hell's on it's way, no one's gonna stop it.
I wear the suit, no one's gonna top it.