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Post by FOX MERCURY DAMIEN-DE LUCA on Jun 6, 2012 5:47:43 GMT -5
GET TOGETHER AND I WILL FEEL ALRIGHT , I'm pleading to mankind One love Oh, Lord One heart Whoa, Give thanks and praise to the Lord, Panda wanted privacy. Daphne was doing homework. Fox was bored and needed something to do. So naturally he had taken Rita—his beloved guitar—and went for a walk. He figured that if Panda or Daphne needed him he’d be texted or teleported, so a walk around the island was more than welcome. It always seemed like just when Fox thought he had seen everything there was to see on the island he found something new and beautiful an exciting. It was a drastic change from home, which sat in the middle of Hollywood surrounded by buildings and celebrities. While he loved home and he missed his dads and his pets he couldn’t help but feel like there was something here at this school that they couldn’t give him. Something that couldn’t be found back home. He wasn’t quite sure what that something was just yet other than learning experiences, lifelong friends, and a first love he would remember until he was old and senile, but that was all right with him. Everyone here was searching for something and everyone found it at different paces.
Some time had passed since Fox started walking but he wasn’t sure how much, but he found himself nearing the cliff he had come to enjoy over his years here. At one point he used to be afraid of heights but now he invited the wind and the smell of the ocean and even the scary edge of the cliff. So when he reached the edge of the cliff he took his shoes off and set them on the ground, proceeding to sit down at the edge of the cliff with his feet dangling off of the edge. It sent a thrilling shiver up his spine to look down but he remained where he was, setting his guitar in his lap and starting to strum with no real song in mind. But as per usual when Fox started idly strumming a guitar he found himself playing the lullaby his dads had written for him when he was just a little baby kit. That’s what a baby fox is called in case you were confused by this. And then his mind found its way to the classic rock section of his mental filing cabinet.
He started playing Three Little Birds by his always a favorite Bob Marley, swinging his legs and tilting his face to the cloudy sky. His eyes closed and his hair parted to reveal the part of his face it usually kept hidden. There was an ongoing joke that he didn’t even have a face under that hair but anyone nearby would be able to prove that theory wrong. For the moment, however, Fox was alone. Alone in his music and his cliff. Alone until the song was nearly over and a kicked stone alerted him of someone else’s presence. Fox’s head tilted back even more so he could look behind him and see who it was that was behind him. “Any requests?” |
[/color] If he was going to sit and play music he might as well play something they’d like. [/div][/td][td] [/td][td][atrb=border,0,true] [/td][/tr][/table] TAG: OPEN; WORDS: 515; WEARING: THIS; NOTES: BLAH; [/center]
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Post by REBEKKA LOTTY BAKKER on Jun 21, 2012 4:58:32 GMT -5
[style=color: #eedb15; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; line-height: 5%; text-transform: uppercase; font-style: italic;]she found out she couldn't fly
she found a mountain that was far too high and when she found out she couldn't fly, well it was too late. its too late, she's gone too far, she's lost the sun. she's come undone -------- Bekka woke up sweating. Or, at least, she thought she had woken up. Truth be told, she'd been up half the night and sleeping fitfully the other half with no idea how to tell what was what.
Her little visions hadn't been this bad in a while, but it seemed like they were coming back with a vengeance. In the year and a half that she had been attending the Montessori, Bekka thought she had been making a lot of practice with blocking out the images, but it seemed like the longer she went without having them, the worse they were when they came back.
She dragged her exhausted body out of bed and into the bathroom. She had bags under her eyes and her skin almost blended in with the white shower curtain behind her. She had seen bad days because of her damn power, but this one had to be up there on the list.
As she washed her face, she tried to choke down everything she had seen and remind herself that there was a possibility that none of it was real.
But if it isn't real, then what am I doing here? I'm in the wrong School of Freaks.
She screamed and slammed her fists down on the sink, ignoring the pain vibrating through her arm. She remembered to thank the Gods that she didn't have a roommate yet. It was frustrating, going in circles like she had been. Usually it was very easy to push her questions aside, but some days, like today, she had a really hard time with it.
A part of her didn't want to believe a lot of the terrible things she'd witnessed. She wanted so badly for them to be hallucinations. But the logical part of her told her that she wouldn't be at this school if she didn't belong here.
Besides, sometimes she saw good things.
Not last night, though. Last night was a night of screaming and terror and horrible, horrible things. She wondered how many of them were from her power and how many of them were nightmares.
Finally, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, got dressed, and grabbed her backpack. She was glad that she kept it around, always stocked with the necessities. Because today she was going on a hike.
Bekka grew up in a really beautiful place, and a lot of the time it was easy just to get lost in the outdoors and forget about all of the confusing things that were happening inside of her head. She was glad she had that opportunity at AMG, too.
Today, it was up the cliff she went. There were almost never any kids up there, so Bekka took comfort in the slim chance of having to talk to anyone or being noticed. The thought scared her a little bit, because she usually thrived on both attention and energetic conversation.
She was surprised, though, when she heard someone playing a song on her way up. She stopped for a second to listen, rocking back and forth on her heels while she debated whether or not she should head back to her dorm.
She finally decided that she hadn't walked all this way just to be frightened off by one person. When she saw Fox sitting at the edge (and apparently talking to the trees or something), she was sort of glad she hadn't. Fox was a cool enough guy that she was totally okay with recovering in his presence.
Not that he would know about it. "Thriller would be pretty cool," she commented, as she very cautiously joined him. Even alert and well-rested, Bekka was just a clumsy disaster waiting to happen. She did, however, manage to sit down without incident. She had the thought to say something witty or funny or crazy afterwards, but she just couldn't pull a comment from her tired mind, so instead she just stared straight ahead and tried to soak up all the recovery vibes the sun was sending down for her.
WORDS: 674 OUTFIT: hereNOTES: saodfnasidof omg she's so sad [/style]
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Post by FOX MERCURY DAMIEN-DE LUCA on Jun 24, 2012 22:27:48 GMT -5
GET TOGETHER AND I WILL FEEL ALRIGHT , I'm pleading to mankind One love Oh, Lord One heart Whoa, Give thanks and praise to the Lord, More often than not Fox felt like he didn’t belong as this school, but in a good way. Not in the way that suggested he was lonely, but in the way where he felt as though he was far better off than a vast majority of everyone else. So many of his peers had powers that they couldn’t control. Powers that made them suffer as a result of their lack of control. They came from families that weren’t understanding or accepting. And there he was with a mansion to return home to in the next week once classes were over and two dads who loved him even if he was a bit of a freak. He had a brother who he adored and who also didn’t quite fit the stereotypical member of the Montessori. No, Fox didn’t quite fit in here but that was fine by him. He could easily ask to attend a different school, that would happen in the snap of his daddies fingers, but he didn’t want to. He had far too many friends that would hopefully benefit in him being there. Fox wanted to help each and every person in need and this school had plenty of those.
He would make a decent doctor if he weren’t so squeamish. He wasn’t the type to faint at the site of blood or gore in a film but when medical documentaries were on television he couldn’t watch. That was just a bit too much for him. He supposed he would make a decent therapist or psychologist or whatever they were called too if he had the patience to do something other than music. For now he just wanted to be a musician and maybe if he got bored of that he would look into therapizing. Was that a word? He didn’t think so, but he figured he’d check and brushed a finger against his phone, mentally asking it to open the Siri program. “Siri, should I be a therapist?” |
[/color] The response his phone gave him should have been expected. “You should suck my circuit board.”[/i] Fox simply shook his head and went back to playing his guitar. At least Rita liked him. Rita would never insult him like Siri did. Nature such as this wasn’t really common in the places he had lived. He had always been in rather urban places. Suburban Los Angeles wasn’t exactly bountiful in cliff sides so vacations aside he didn’t really see very many places like this. It was beautiful and he adored every little bit of it. Sitting here at the cliff side looking out at the water beneath his feet with very little fear of falling. While he didn’t feel like he should really be there the island was gorgeous. It was perfect for writing music to just sit out here and watch the world. And while he would have preferred to be alone he didn’t mind the company at all. Besides, Bekka was always a delight to be around. She was his bro. “Thriller I can do,”[/color] he chimed, immediately changing the song he was strumming. As a big Michael Jackson fan this was the second song he had taught himself after Beat It. He watched her sit ready to grab her if she stumbled at all, giving her his goofy smile. “You look exhausted. Long night?”[/color] Sometimes people thought he was an empath. [/div][/td][td] [/td][td][atrb=border,0,true] [/td][/tr][/table] TAG: BEKKA; WORDS: 565; WEARING: THIS; NOTES: BROS; [/center]
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