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Post by damien anthony wyle on Feb 27, 2010 22:39:32 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else Damien turned his head to Noelle as she laughed, turning onto her side and wriggling around as she faced him. ”I think being a cloud would be wonderful.” The girl chuckled once again but seemed stumped when she heard his second statement. As she turned her head, giving him a questioning look, Damien exhaled, about to answer her gesture when she added on to her earlier reply. ”Well… you’re true there. The only problem I would have if I was a cloud is that the wind would dictate what direction I float. No independence. No free will. Just floating wherever this invisible force takes you…” Damien smiled. Noelle was an interesting girl.
As he looked back up to the sky, Damien took in a deep breath. "It's just, clouds are strange. It's like they feel no emotion but anger. Do you see clouds turn, let's say... light green when happy? Or a dull yellow when sad? No; but when angry they turn gray or black." As the words escaped his mouth Damien mentally slapped himself. Great, now he didn't sound like a boy who hated the world. Instead, now he sounded like an idiot. But he couldn't stop his trail of thoughts. "If I was a cloud, my everyday life would be filled with wishing for a way to show my emotions."
The seventeen year old was still lost in his thoughts. Sure, clouds were explained in science. Maybe it was sixth grade? But, whenever it was, clouds were sure to be mentioned as just condensed water in the air. Damien, however, still liked to imagine and pretend as if they were alive. This caused troubles when he was younger: his sister used to take him to therapy, for fear that he was having problems. But Damien was just doused with 'a healthy imagination' and a 'creative mind', like all kids were. Though, he wasn't sure if should be so imaginative now. Was it time to mature? ... Maybe later.
Rolling onto his front, Damien toyed with the grass, occasionally pulling out a strand or two. It was true, Damien was a child —or teen, to be specific— who liked to ask and receive answers. To look around, to explore and to imagine. Life was a ball of complications and questions, and Damien knew he couldn't solve or resolve all of them. But, it was still exciting to live like he did, asking about the world, assuming so much more than facts. People looked for adventure in their life, why not do what he did?
Everything and everyday was exciting to Damien. In this way, he was so much like a child, without a care in the world except to learn more. Of course, like regular teens, he also attended school and did what teens did, but Damien was more than that at times. It was often humiliating for him to admit it, but he used to —keywords being 'used to'. Perhaps first to fourth grade?— have his own play world, where he'd go to after a day of school, after he was bullied and teased. Damien had a reason to hate the world if he wanted to: he had no parents, he never saw his sister, he was the kid the older children adored picking on when younger.
But Damien didn't hate it, he loved it. He explored it. He questioned and answered it. Damien was a strange boy, all his friends knew how he could go from simple musician to deep 'guru' —as a few of them loved saying— in a flash. They got used to it. "Did you know that the Ancient Greeks used to think that wind was the Earth breathing in and out?" His randomness annoyed many, and he wouldn't be confused if Noelle was irritated and walked away. But he hoped she wouldn't —he liked her around.
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Post by noelle marie parks on Feb 28, 2010 3:15:04 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&Noelle rolled back into her back as she listened to his fascinating view of the simple cloud. It was interesting really and it took her a while to absorb. He was right. Clouds were strange by the fact that they do express anger but nothing else. She couldn’t help but laugh as he established his cloud-life goal. His being to show emotion while hers being to defy nature’s laws. It just shows that a simple examination of a cloud could tell so much about a person. Noelle looked back at him, watching is expression twitch and change. This boy was definitely interesting. She couldn’t help but feel a strong connection with him as they just lay there, pondering about the clouds. They were more than water in the air just like Noelle and Damien weren’t just two musicians having a little talk by the lake. Clouds had feelings. The teens had depth. Then again, Noelle couldn’t help but feel that this whole conversation was based a little on Animism and she laughed once again.
&&Opening her mouth again, Noelle stopped. She subconsciously wanted to speak her mind again. The thoughts in her head trying to pry their way out. It was a normal habit of hers yet this was different. It wasn’t a rude comment about a person and no matter how jerk-ish it may seem, Noelle would usually let that slide and just wing it from there. No, she was stopping herself from talking to herself. Back when she was younger, Elle had a habit of talking to herself from time to time, especially when she was in the bathroom, facing a mirror. Her mom noticed and immediately freaked out about it, telling her to stop because people would think she was crazy and back then, Noelle listened. She was worried. She was self-conscious. If her mother had told her that nowadays, she wouldn’t listen and would be making random comments as she walked down the street. Yet once Noelle makes an attempt to stop a habit, she keeps on going. Till this day, she still stops herself from speaking out loud, yet as she watched Damien something told her that it was okay. He spoke in random bursts, and look what they’ve gotten him into: a deep, amusing conversation with another person of the same being. Noelle didn’t think he was crazy. He was just like her except her mom never bothered to send her to a therapist, thinking that Elle would break the habit. She never did.
&&As she turned her head to watch Damien once again, she found him flopped over onto his stomach; so much like a child that she couldn’t help but grin that familiar grin once again. It amused her to watch him- not that it was a bad thing. There were only a few things in this world that could keep her attention: Music, chocolate, and now Damien. No matter how much her mind began to flutter, she would snap out of it just to watch what curious little thing the boy was up to.
&&And then he made another random little comment. "Did you know that the Ancient Greeks used to think that wind was the Earth breathing in and out?" Noelle shook her head. ”Did you know that hamsters blink one eye at a time?” She smiled widely trying to compete with his random facts. She too had a bit of knowledge in that little brain of hers. Noelle had a habit of remembering unimportant information that, in her mind, would come in handy someday as if she was going to be on jeopardy and all that accumulated information would somehow win her a million dollars. She still holds to that philosophy to this day. Adding to that, Noelle has a better memory in remembering little things than big things. For example, Noelle could probably remember the color of someone’s shirt two years later without even remembering the person’s name and If someone would ask her what she did one day, she probably wouldn’t be able to answer. Her only response would have been: “I dunno. But I saw a squirrel with a while spot on it’s back climb up a tree and I remember this one crack in the wall that was shaped like the Nile. It was seriously almost the same!” And the conversation would continue on like that. Yet it often annoyed people. Did Noelle care? No.
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Post by damien anthony wyle on Mar 1, 2010 2:07:43 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else Slowly, Damien turned onto his side and glanced at Noelle who shook her head in response to his comment about the wind. He surprised her with an even more random (since his wasn't completely random, it followed her thought about clouds being blown by the wind) fact. Hamsters blinked with only one eye at a time? Damien raised an eyebrow, amused at this new tiny bit of information. He liked random facts; some of his friends said he just wanted to sound smart. Which is half true, actually, considering that Damien would hold his head up high in a mockingly proud manner and mention these facts (when it felt like the right time to). Either that, or he'd mention them in a fake, childish I-told-you-so manner. It annoyed the crap out of Lila.
The boy decided to sit up at last, stretching a little as he did so. Damien then bent forward so that he was kneeling on the ground, and then fell backwards so that he sat on the back of his legs. His hands on his lap, he glanced out toward the lake before looking back down to Noelle. "Surprisingly, I didn't know that. And this coming from me —someone who fills his head with a whole load of crap— is something." The seventeen year old boy grinned at the girl. Maybe she remembered and liked random facts like he did?
Damien patted his lap with a soft beat for a few seconds until he lit up and said, "Did you know that a baby mouse is sometimes called a kitten?" That was true, though slightly ironic, in a way. A baby mouse would also often be called a pinky, sometimes even a pup. But the word 'baby mouse' though the most unspecific, was the most widely used. A male and female mouse would also be called a back and a doe respectively, like a deer would be called. Damien found facts like this interesting; Denise found them frustrating, Lila found them traitorous.
Letting out a long breath of air escape his mouth, Damien pursed his lips together as he tapped the grass beside him. A few minutes ago he was going haywire with his lack of a schedule. Now he was having as much fun as he could with anything else, even though all he was doing was sitting and talking. It was nice to relax every once in a while, it seemed. Especially around the lake, where a soft breeze was now blowing, carrying the scent of the soil and water across the sky.
( OOC;; length is terrible. my apologies. >.< )
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Post by noelle marie parks on Mar 1, 2010 2:37:32 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&Noelle laughed, raising an eyebrow at what he said. ”I think a head full of crap is better than a head full of common knowledge.” She grinned widely. It was true. If no one knew anything other than the mainstream facts then there would be no individuality. There would be no one showing off and no hierarchy of intelligence. Everyone would just be the same. Like the clouds and of course, Noelle would be the one breaking that. Elle constantly works to be at the top, the one looking down at others inferior to herself. Using random facts were just one way to imitate that feeling when it wasn’t really true. Her friend’s use to call it cockiness. Others called her a jerk. Yet to Noelle, that feeling of superiority was definitely worth it.
&&The sixteen year old quickly sat up, giggling in delight at the bit of useless, yet interesting information that slipped out of the boy’s mouth. Who knew nature could be so ironic. Or more like the human race. Noelle turned her head to the lake, scanning her mind for something to counter against his last comment. ”Did you know that elephants are the only mammals that can’t jump?” That must be interesting. Noelle could just imagine and elephant getting permanently stuck at one side of a two foot wide crack in the earth just because it couldn’t leap over it. What if good trees and bushes were on the other side? What would an elephant do then? Maybe they would roll over the crack to get to the other side. As Noelle always said: ‘anything’s possible’. If you can’t jump, either grow some wings or find another way across.
&&She closed her eyes taking in a deep breath. This day had turned out to be better than she thought. She met someone knew, played her guitar and here they were, battling it out with random facts. It was the perfect evening in Elle’s view.
&&Noelle folded her legs, reaching around her, picking at a few pieces of grass. It reminded her of elementary school when children were forced to bake out in the sun for P.E. They just sat there, sizzling away. Noelle, however, found a way to make it fun. She used to find and pull out the longest and thickest piece of grass around her and blow on the edge. It make a high pitched squeaking sound that spooked all the students, causing some to break down laughing for there wasn’t anything else to do. Of course, it got her in trouble but was it worth it? Definitely. And now, Noelle found herself just picking at the grass- not because she was bored but because of the fact that she was around long grass and she couldn’t help herself.
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Post by damien anthony wyle on Mar 1, 2010 9:53:47 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else Damien heard what she said and laughed. ”I think a head full of crap is better than a head full of common knowledge.” Damien grinned, almost synchronously with her. What she said was actually rather true. A random fact could often liven things up between any two people, it was as simple as that. A fact could also help in the future. ... Okay, maybe not. But you never knew, now did you? Damien doubted there would be a drastic time on Earth when the only way to save mankind was to know if the hamster had blinked or winked a second ago.
Still, Damien had to admit, it would be cool.
With the raise of an eyebrow, Damien nodded slightly as Noelle made out her next fact. He had heard it once, from his sister, classmate, or the internet, he wasn't sure. He couldn't exactly remember very well. But it would be strange, as Damien had always thought, to see an elephant jump. Wouldn't there be a lot of holes in the grounds, then? But then again, elephants have big, soft, spongy feet that spread their weight out so well they barely left any footprints.
The junior thought Noelle might find this bit of elephant information interesting —if she didn't already know. Who knew? Her knowledge on random things surprised Damien— and told her about it. "Hmm, that's true. But I don't understand why they were made not to jump, though. It's not like holes would appear all over the world. Their feet are made so that they barely cause footprints, even when they weigh five tons, so if they jumped, I don't think they'd make much of a mess." Or maybe the force from jumping up and then landing would be string enough to cause a hole? Hmrph. If only elephants did jump.
Damien watched as Noelle folded her legs and began picking around at the grass. It was funny to watch, like a young girl around the age of five to nine would do. Damien managed to soften his bark of laughter, and instead turned it into a soft chuckle as he watched Noelle. Damien knew about the sound that the grass could make, and he often used foil candy wrappers that would end up making the same sound, more or less. "Have you ever tried to make music with any common, daily thing you can find in your house?" he asked, thinking of the candy wrappers.
( OOC;; my posts are getting sadder. =( must be the mathletics stress.)
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Post by noelle marie parks on Mar 4, 2010 0:32:13 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&Noelle laughed as Damien made his inference about her elephant fact. “I don't understand why they were made not to jump…” he was right as well. It’s not like elephants could cause any trouble by jumping up and down. They were large mammals that were afraid of mice, after all. If something that small could spook such a large animal, then they should deserve to jump in hopes of squishing the miniscule pest. Noelle chuckled once again before adding, ”Maybe Mother Nature wanted to mix it up a bit.” She raised an eyebrow, a smile wide upon her lips. It definitely wasn’t such a far off assumption. Noelle always noticed how Mother Nature had a way of messing with the balance of things like how a little tadpole, water bound, could turn into a land loving frog with legs and all. And how a praying mantis could look like an ant for its first few years and then grow into this leafy creature as an adult. It’s quite incredible really and Elle just loved thinking about all the weird stuff in this world especially since she belongs in that category as well.
&&Noelle has always been the outcast. Quiet at parties and rude to anyone she hated, she had few allies and even fewer friends. And the friends she had were gained through music. She often sat alone during lunch and she tried her best to stay away from any drama, which she definitely succeeded in doing so. People actually feared her, if not, they ignored her. Thus, Noelle became close to her mom and cherished each moment her mother was home from work- which wasn’t often. Music was the second thing that held her life together. She held onto music as a security blanket and now, looking at her guitar for a moment, Noelle was calm and serene, having no need to reach for it in the presence of this peculiar boy.
&&"Have you ever tried to make music with any common, daily thing you can find in your house?" Immediately, an image of banging on pans on pots in the middle of her kitchen came to mind and she couldn’t help but chortle to herself as she thought of an answer. Noelle had actually tried many times to make her own innovative instruments. It gave her something to do when she was home alone and too tired to do anything else. She instantly thought back to when she had tried making a trumpet out of an old toilet paper tube. It failed. She had tried making a guitar using a tissue box and rubber bands. It failed. And then she finally came upon a little whistle she ended up making by using another toilet paper tube and some foil. It made a clear sound yet, like a piece of grass the foil wore down and it broke. ”I made a sort of whistle-flute using a toilet paper roll and foil! Other than that, I’ve done what every kid has done in their life- bang on pots and pans as drums.” She smiled at him before holding up a wide piece of grass to her lips, making a high pitched screech until the piece broke between her fingers.
Ooc// blah. Three days full of studying and my post sucks xD sorry if it’s a bit confusing!
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Post by damien anthony wyle on Mar 7, 2010 0:37:08 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else Damien grinned at her as she talked about her 'sort of whistle-flute thing' that she had made. He nodded at that, and when she spoke of banging on pots and pans as drums, Damien smiled while he puffed out his cheeks, silently agreeing that every kid did that, at least once in their life. If they didn't... well, then it was their loss. Damien sat up so that he was now situated in an apple-cross position, just beside the lake, almost as if he could fall in with a touch.
Turning his head as he heard a high-pitched screech, Damien saw Noelle blow at a thin piece of grass, until it broke in half between her fingers. Damien raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That was... interesting. I've heard that sound before... I think blowing on empty candy wrappers causes the same effect." Damien then shrugged, picking at a particularly wide piece and placing it at his lips, blowing and creating a similar sound to the one Noelle had made a few seconds ago, until it snapped.
Widening his grin, Damien turned so that now his back faced the lake. "I've always banged on pots and pans too. But what I really enjoyed doing was when fall came; I'd willingly rake the leaves in the garden, just so I could collect it into cardboard boxes." Damien smirked as he remembered the experience. "Then I'd fill those boxes up with different amount of leaves, place them in my room, and then jump around from box to box."
The seventeen year old junior smirked even more as he remembered Denise coming home and finding him covered in red, brown, yellow and orange leave figments, as well as finding the entire room in that same state. He remembered her smacking her hands onto her cheeks and screaming. But it was worth it. The tune, when he jumped from one box to another. Smack, crush, crush, smack, crush, crush, spik, smack. Smack, crush, crush, smack, crush, crush, spik, smack. They made interesting sounds, really.
Pulling at a few strands of grass again, Damien continued his tiny adventure of household instruments. "I also liked tying tin cans together with a long string and then hanging it over a window, then use a spoon or fork to tap each one. Like manual wind chimes or something, I guess." Damien joked, pulling at more grass. "Oh! And then I filled some plastic bottles with different things, like sand, water, broken twigs and pebbles. So when I shook them they'd make different sounds."
Damine flashed back to all those times when he'd grab all the used things from their recycling box and make instruments out of them, until Denise saw the mess he made in his room —again— and laugh while trying to take it all away and tell him he can try another thing next time. She never said any of it sounded terrible, though (although he knew not all of them made a sound even remotely close to a rhythm or tune). That's probably why Damien liked her best. She always encouraged others to 'keep on dreaming', as she liked to say.
( OOC;; it's okay. i've been really busy too. )
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Post by noelle marie parks on Mar 7, 2010 2:44:09 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&Noelle laughed at the seventeen year old as he commented and attempted to make out the same type of noise she had made a few moments ago. It wasn’t long until that familiar, high pitch screech hit her ears. Instinctively, she flinched before breaking out into a laughing fit once again. A smile clear on her face as he talked about his inventions. They were quite interesting really and she admired Damien for his avante-garde. She had never run into such an innovative person seeing that he had made all these things from items around the house. Once fall comes around, I must really try that,” Elle beamed, referring to his experiment with crunchy leaves. ”and it would be a great way to piss my mom off.” Noelle gave off a devious little smile as she slowly got up and stretched a bit, listening intently on the rest of Damien’s inventions. She couldn’t help but be surprised that no one had kicked him out of the house for all of the inharmonious instruments he had created. Some were probably pretty good, yet for every good invention, Elle knew that there had to be a bad one.
&&Legs impatient, Noelle began marking time. It was a strange habit she had that she’d developed from taking marching band at her old school. It was addicting- tapping, tapping her feet to the silent beat inside her head, yet it kept her feet busy as she conversed. To keep her hands and arms busy, Noelle often conducted to that same beat, yet she refrained from doing so. It bugged a lot of people, especially an old friend back at her home. They were nearly sisters (Noelle’s only one), but she absolutely hated when Noelle would conduct. She looked like an idiot and her friend had to suffer for the image. However, Noelle didn’t care. She kept doing it anyway as well as twitching her fingers to the B flat scale on the trumpet. Over and over and over again until someone would snap at her to stop.
&&Elle folded her arms and laughed once again as she watched Damien pull at the grass like a four year old. She then crouched down and pulled out a clump of grass before throwing it in his face; playfully sticking out her tongue. ”You gotta show me some of your stuff sometime. Maybe we can make something together.” She winked at him before throwing another bundle of grass-carcasses at his face. With a squeak, she darted away, leaning her guitar against a nearby oak tree before running behind it so her body was completely covered by the thick trunk. She peered around, grinning childishly; wondering if he would go on to pursue her.
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Post by damien anthony wyle on Mar 9, 2010 9:12:27 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else Damien laughed aloud when Noelle commented on his leaf slash box slash autumn slash thingy invention. ”Once fall comes around, I must really try that. And it would be a great way to piss my mom off.” The seventeen year old junior smirked as he imagined having a normal, peaceful day, and then, out of nowhere, he would hear a horrified scream as Noelle's mother saw the room in leaves. Honestly, it made a terrible mess if you jumped hard enough, but cleaning it up was well worth the fun the 'instrument' provided.
The black-haired boy watched curiously as Noelle began to tap her feet together, marking time. Damien desperately tried to refrain himself from joining in, and possibly even beating his hands onto his lap. Which he managed to do —refrain himself, meaning. The boy silently listened to the soft tapping of Noelle as she continued on with the beat. He grinned before returning to pluck at the short but thick and lush green grass —rather happily, and slightly unconsciously, really. Maybe it was a habit?— before he heard Noelle's familiar laugh again.
The junior looked up at her laugh, only to find himself face to face with a wad of grass flung at him. (Okay, so 'face to face' might have been the wrong term. Face to blade of green?) ”You gotta show me some of your stuff sometime. Maybe we can make something together.” Noelle winked before grabbing another handful of grass and throwing it at an unsuspecting Damien, who blinked once, twice... maybe thrice, before he realised that it wasn't raining grass —Noelle was just throwing it around.
Scrambling to his feet, Damien heard Noelle squeak before getting onto her feet and running off to hide. Damien stood by the side of the lake, turning his head round to look for the blonde. As far as he knew, Noelle had suddenly disappeared. Damien turned around quickly, his hands flailing in the air from the force of the wind when he did so. Squinting, Damien plucked out a handful of grass and looked around for her.
He smirked. "Noelle..." the seventeen year old said in a sing-song voice. He grinned to himself before deciding to put on a child-like voice just for the fun of it. "Come out come out wherever you are..." Damien had to stop himself from laughing at how his voice sounded like an eight year old boy's. The slightly gawky teen ventured around for a few seconds before a lock of blond hair (thank you slight breeze) caught his attention from behind an oak tree.
Damien immediately rushed toward the tree, handful of grass with him. He laughed as he ran towards Noelle, wondering if she would run off and turn this into a game of tag. It had been quite some time since Damien had played a game like this; he had been way to cooped up indoors lately. The black-eyed teen laughed as he charged at the tree as well as Noelle, ready to tackle it if needed. "Found you!" he cried in a childish voice not unlike his earlier query.
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Post by noelle marie parks on Mar 9, 2010 20:07:56 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&A rather whimsical squeak erupted from the little sixteen year old once again as Damien discovered her hiding spot. Yet before the boy could fire his lush foliage bomb, Noelle quickly swapped up a bundle of her own green grass and catapulted it right in his face once more. Immediately, she bolted, sending a breeze full of giggles into the air. ”Can’t catch me!” She screeched, mimicking the same childlike and free voice Damien had used.
&&Noelle was actually enjoying herself. She could barely remember a time when she felt this happy and so child-like. All throughout her childhood, joy like this was destroyed by the tragic death of her father and a rather frazzled mother. She never had the luxury of playing around with kids her age. Her mother, struck with the burden of raising a child alone, was never the social one. Thus, Elle never got to meet her neighbors or go on play-dates like normal kids until maybe the fifth grade, yet by then, she had observed her mother and developed the same ant-social skills that were shown. She came around to drifting away from other kids. She sat at the corner of the classroom, watching everyone playing games and participating. From the safety of her bedroom window, she watched kids play tag and hide-n-go seek, but never did she join them. And then Noelle came around to that age when she began to show her defiance. She was tired of being hidden away from everyone by her mother. She was tired of having to think of having no father for the rest of her life. She was tired that her mother had to watch over her every move. So Elle rebelled and it felt good. Unfortunately, she’d been treated so delicately that she felt the need to assert herself. She doesn’t care what other people thought as long as she got what she want, the way she wanted it. It earned her few friends, but Elle didn’t care.
&&Yet now, Noelle was happy. She was actually happy in this neighborhood that she thought would be a living hell for her. And so, she let the games continue. That familiar toothy grin spread wide across her face as she looked back at the seventeen year old. Her golden strands covered her face in somewhat a web as she ran against the strengthening wind. Purposely, Noelle slowed her pace to give Damien a chance to actually catch her (for Noelle was quite the athlete and if she wanted to, she could definitely outrun him), but truthfully, she wanted him to catch her. She wanted to keep on laughing and keep on smiling with this boy. The day couldn’t have gone any better.
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Post by damien anthony wyle on Mar 13, 2010 10:52:39 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else Damien laughed rather unashamedly and childishly as he and his new sixteen year old friend ran in more or less the same direction: she, away from him and he, towards her. As she tried to throw yet another pile of grass at his face, the boy dodged it by merely a little as he continued to chase after her. Damien laughed as she copied his child-like aura by speaking in the same tone of voice that he had used merely a few seconds ago.
The seventeen year old boy leaped as he ran to keep up with her. Damien had never been the sporty or athletic type. He had always been the boy you would find in the music room when everyone else was out at the playground, or the boy in the corner of the room when everyone else played tag in the middle. Damien rather disliked sports; he much preferred playing his music, reading a good book, or just lying on the ground looking at the clouds or —in the case of nighttime— stars.
With a laugh, Damien tried to speed up, his legs taking wide leaps as he ran after the sixteen year old, following her in whichever direction she wished to run. The boy grinned, eventually managing to catch up and stay at the same pace of only a few inches behind her. "Y-you'll have to run out of stamina sooner..." the teen yelled, gasping for breath as he ran, "...or later." He took in a deep breath of air, pushing himself to go quicker. He threw the handful of grass at her and missed, causing him to be empty handed, lacking weaponry.
After a particularly long stride of his feet, —who was rather fast, admittedly, although there was quite an amount of other teens in Brookside that could outrun her easily (because, let's face it, Noelle suited much better with the musical kind than with all the athletic types)— the junior finally managed to grasp the girl's wrist, but, in the process, caused himself to trip and stumble onto the ground, his hand still held tightly onto Noelle's.
Though he fell, however, Damien wasn't really strong, neither was he really heavy, so she might not have fell onto the grass along with him (he didn't really see her, maybe he brought her down with him, maybe she was standing and looking down at him right then), where Damien now lay in a push-up position with his knees and feet touching the ground. Damien laughed while he straightened up and lifted his body, now kneeling on the soil with his hands at the back of his head. "I haven't ran this much since pre-school," he admitted, panting as he looked at Noelle.
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Post by noelle marie parks on Mar 14, 2010 3:43:57 GMT -5
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Noelle laughed as the seventeen year old powered after her, his second line of fire falling short of her heels as she sped up a bit. A laugh echoed through her throat as the boy yelled after her. Truthfully, she would’ve probably run out of stamina right then and there if she hadn’t been having so much fun. That one year of intense marching band freshman year hadn’t seemed to help her seeing that she moved, once the season was over and had been sitting around in the car and apartment since then. If Damien hadn’t latched onto her, she probably would’ve fallen as well, yet in a much more dangerous manner.
Immediately, the boy brought her down for Noelle was quite skinny, despite the fact that she could shovel down about three large cheese burgers with a side of fries if she wanted to (being the heavy eater she was). It never really fit her. Noelle sat around all day while eating pounds of anything edible and yet she still kept her itty bitty figure. More than once had her mother scolded her for never going outside and it was rare when Elle actually got up and out. Most of the time, she jogged around a bit(and marched too). And all the while, she brought either her trumpet or guitar with her, no matter how cumbersome they ended up to be. Yet seeing that she fell, huffing and puffing- almost hyperventilating- all that food seemed to have taken a huge toll on her.
The blond more or less, tumbled gracefully forward, keeping her head tucked in, careful not to break anything (for she had been in that dangerous situation before and boy, did it scare the life out of her). Noelle seemed to produce a squeak-like sound as she landed on her butt, giggling like a child with candy. She couldn’t help it. The girl was just having too much fun. And so much fun they were having that Elle hadn’t even noticed how much time had actually passed by.
Shades of orange, yellow and pink shimmered across the lake water as the sun began to take its long descent behind the mountain tops. It was sunset. The day had gone by so fast and Noelle hadn’t even realized it. She grinned at his statement, quickly jumping onto her feet to close the few feet separating them. ”If it wasn’t for a painful year of marching band, I could agree with you” Noelle winked, offering her hand out to Damien. Her hazel eyes quickly flashed toward the lake, widening her smile as the colors ripped with the gentle breeze. ”Its amazing how time passes with such a great person.”
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Post by damien anthony wyle on Mar 15, 2010 8:43:27 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else The seventeen year old boy grinned as Noelle made the statement about band camp. Damien turned his head to the side, just once, and finally realized that it was sunset. The round yellow ball of light that was high up in the sky just minutes ago (or so it felt), was now throbbing and bounding behind the mountains with so much light that it seemed like it could burst. It threw red, pink, orange, yellow and purple rays into the sky above it, reflecting down onto the lake and causing it to sparkle.
Surreal was the word that came to Damien's mind.
Damien turned his head back to Noelle, only noticing now that she had held out her hand to him. With a grateful smile, he took it and got to his feet. He heard what she said and laughed softly. How more true could that be for the both of them? Dusting off the grass on his pants, the teen glanced out at the sun. It was going to be night soon, no doubt. "It's getting late," he said, looking around. "I think we should get going soon." Inhaling the cool air, Damien smiled at her again.
After a few microseconds of thinking, Damien wondered if she could make it back safely. It's not that he thought she was one of those girls who could easily get lost or kidnapped, no, not that at all. He only remembered that he had just met her today, and that she was new to the area. What if she wasn't familiar with the place? Damien was sure she was smart and could probably learn her way around town easily, but it was better to be safe than sorry, right? "Could I do the honors of walking you home?" He grinned rather foolishly in an attempted charming smile (of which he failed at), bowing slightly, play-acting a knight escorting a princess.
Play-acting as someone with honor, dignity, poise and charm was something Damien was particularly terrible at, but he loved doing it any way. All his female friends knew that when he was trying (and failing) to be charming or having on the whole 'mysterious bad boy' attitude (also failing), he was just trying to evoke a laugh from the,, not trying to be someone he wasn't. Damien took joy in seeing others smile or laugh. He didn't crave attention, he craved seeing others happy. Strange boy, as some described him, but that was him. Looking at Noelle, he gave one of his natural, wide, sincere, goofy grins, awaiting her answer.
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Post by noelle marie parks on Mar 16, 2010 0:35:33 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&Noelle pulled the boy up, grinning from ear to ear at his offer. ”Why, by a kind young gentleman like you? of course!” She curtsied with an invisible dress, giggling like crazy. If any usual jerk had asked her the same thing, Elle would’ve probably kicked them in places guys would never want a foot and walk home herself. Luckily, Damien had made her whole move to Brookside worth while. She finally had a friend and a music lover as well. And Noelle even thought about the possibility of being introduced to some of his friends. Seeing that he was a music freak, he probably had music freak friends as well and maybe they would all head over to her music shop. And maybe she can form band with him or some of his friends. Now that would make her life. Living here didn’t seem half bad anymore.
&& ”But wait… before we go…” Noelle bit her lip before grasping his hand, tugging him toward the water’s edge. The sun was nearly halfway done with its journey behind the mountains which cast a beautiful, glimmering pink color to dance upon the water. She looked down into the lake before sitting down like she had this morning- right up at the very edge- pulling Damien with her. Elle smiled, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air- something she seldom did. ”This place… it’s so beautiful…” Noelle breathed out before taking off her shoes and socks and rolling up her jeans up to her knees before placing them into the water. It was cold, yet calming and cool. She couldn’t help herself.
&&Noelle looked back at Damien, smiling what seemed like the sweetest smile that could ever play along her lips. She was calm. She didn’t want to strike at anyone. She didn’t want to contradict anyone. All she wanted to do was sit here forever.
ooc.// blah shortish too! D;
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Post by damien anthony wyle on Mar 16, 2010 2:09:16 GMT -5
i couldn't sleep, i thought of nothing else, i needed help,
everyone was tellin' me you're movin' on with someone else As Noelle answered his question slash request, Damien couldn't help but feel both relief and happiness. He laughed as she pretend-curtsied. It was one of the things Damien would never have imagines Noelle doing. The boy looked at Noelle as she spoke her next sentence. When Noelle grabbed his hand Damien squeaked (humiliating to admit, but yes, he did, because he was surprised), then began to laugh as she dragged him back to the lake, to the spot where he first found her sitting.
Damien watched as Noelle sat down. ”This place… it’s so beautiful…” The seventeen year old boy nodded quietly, sitting down next to Noelle. He dipped his hands into the water, tapping the surface to create a soft ripple over the entire lake. "It is, isn't it?" Damien mused aloud, looking from his hand that caused the ripple, all the way to the other side of the lake where the cool clear liquid lapped very gently by the bank of the waters. It was like a dream, really.
Lifting his head to turn to Noelle, he nudged her shoulder with hers. "This is one of my favorite places to be, really," he said, looking away. Guys usually loved the Sparkles night club, or the field where all the big parties would be thrown. But not Damien. He preferred the quiet lake, the edge of it, and if he was lucky that day, the sun would cast a shadow of a tree all the way to the edge, and he could sit by the waters, playing his guitar. Damien hummed one of his self-written songs as the sun finally disappeared completely behind the mountains.
"Both the dull and bright days, Both the sweet and bitter ways, we walked together.
I'm gonna tell you the truth, It felt like you were my only friend. The sky would open wide in the morning, but the only thing I'd see is you.
Freedom became a void when I was alone Because I was a prisoner of your heart."
The boy looked down at the water. Call him soft, call him sensitive. He knew what he wanted and what he liked in life. Sure, he wasn't like many other guys in Brookside. And sure, there were a few guys who were just like him too. But nothing stopped him from writing slightly sappy songs. It was rather much his hobby, truthfully. He looked up again as the sliver of sun slipped behind the mountains, the colors of the sunset slowly fading to blue. If only the day could have lasted longer.
( OOC;; lousy post >.< crappy song too. songwriting is not my thing. xP )
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