if the ocean poured in }{ emerson

[JAKARTA MATISSE RUNAN]

FROM BOTH OF THE COASTS
AND WE SET SAIL TO FIND OUT
JUST WHERE OUR BOAT WOULD GO

With the sound of the bell still ringing in his ears, Jakarta made his way through the crowded halls to the corner where his locker was nestled at the end of a long row of similar metal boxes. He loved having a corner locker because it meant a few extra inches of space. Despite all his focus being placed on the combination, Jakarta still managed to mess one of the numbers up and had to repeat the whole series again before the lock popped free. The opened locker revealed walls covered in pictures. They depicted a variety of different people from different places, but not a single one of them showed a certain dark haired boy. Some of them were fresh and neat, but most of them were ripped and worn, and obviously old.

He barely glanced at them as he reached in to grab his old backpack; his uncle had wanted him to get a new one for the school year, but Jakarta had kindly rejected the offer. He'd traveled a long time with the old brown thing and he wasn't planning on parting with it anytime soon. Slipping the many text books he needed for the night's designated homework, Jakarta gave a heavy sigh before zipping the bag and turning around to face the bustling hall.

Students were heading in all different directions or gathering in small groups around lockers, just as they did at the end of every other school day. It was strange, watching the other high school students. Sometimes Jak felt hopelessly out of the loop. Like the others held some sort of secret that he would never have access to. He slung his bag around his shoulder with an expression bordering on something grim. He could be the new kid, the stranger, for as long as was possible, but when it came to actually feeling like a part of something, well, that was more than a little complicated. It was so much more harder to actually belong somewhere. And Jakarta had never actually belonged.

It really should have been easy. He had been doing this his entire life, hadn't he? It should have been easy to move in, unpack bags, make an introduction or two. Every new place Jakarta had lived in, it had always been that way. Converse with the locals, learn the ways of the culture, and assimilate one's self. But Jakarta was finding himself struggling with the simple process he'd learned since before he could walk. But nothing was going as planned anymore. Nothing was even planned anymore.

He shook his head in an attempt to get the bad feelings out of his mind. For the most part, it worked. Instead of thinking anymore on his own problems, Jakarta smiled when he recognized a familiar face walking down the hallway. "Hey!" he called out with an energetic wave, Jakarta figured the approaching figure would prove a lot more worthwhile than self pity or homework ever would.

WORDS FOUR NINE SIX TAGGED EMERSON+AURA NOTES FREEDOM!

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[EMERSON NOEL JUDSON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] HANGING ON THE EMPTY SWINGS The brunette was usually as spunky as they came. She would saunter down the halls, grinning mischievously at anyone who passed, discussing what would be going down later that night with at least one of her drinking buddies. They would be conversing about which dorm they were going partying in, deciding on what the specialty drink would be, and who was likely to end up leaving with who. Gossip, for the win. Not today. She was walking alone, looking as though a brick fell on her head. Which, too be totally honest, was how she felt, as well. Her poor head was pounding with a ferocity that would knock out a polar bear. It's a wonder she was up and walking, actually. Lucky for her, the giant aviators that she managed to dig out of a drawer this morning hid a lot of her grogginess, but not enough. It was quite obvious that she wasn't in the greatest of spirits. Of course, she didn't really remember what happened last night. Nothing particularly new there. But, she did remember that she had stayed in her dorm last night, which was usually one boring place. She didn't feel too great yesterday, so she was just gonna crash in her dorm and sleep it off. Except.. she didn't sleep it off. (Now, I'll clue all you anticipating readers in on something. She hasn't had anything to drink for a good twenty-four hours. She is just really sick. She just can't tell the difference between a flu and a hangover.) She had barely woken up early enough to shower, and thrown together something last minute. Stumbling into her first hour twenty minutes late, she ignored all the amused looks. "OOOH, LOOK. WALK OF SHAME-ER." Except, she wasn't really walk of shaming it. She hadn't had anything to drink. SO THEN WHY DID SHE FEEL LIKE A LION WAS ROARING INSIDE HER HEAD? Maybe it had to do with the kidnapping... She shook her head, willing herself to forget about it. She didn't want to talk about it, and she didn't want to think about. She wanted to pretend like it never happened. So that's what she did. And she was, thankfully, distracted from her thoughts when a familiar voice greeted her. She looked up and saw Jakarta, and an involuntary smile crossed her face. Whoa. That was the first time she had smiled all day. It was kinda hard to smile when it felt as though microwaves were consistently falling on her head. Em stopped next to the dark-haired boy, trying her best to look cheerful. Which, too be honest, wasn't a very good attempt. "Hey! What's up?" Her usually bubbly voice lacked its spunkiness. Trying to seem casual, Emerson leaned up against a couple of the closed lockers. She was, in reality, keeping herself upright. She felt as though she would keel over face-first. And that wasn't something she wanted to do in front of her friend. WORDS: 494, TAGS: jakarta, OUTFIT NOTES: freeeeeee as can beeee (free is interchangeable with sick) TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[JAKARTA MATISSE RUNAN]

FROM BOTH OF THE COASTS
AND WE SET SAIL TO FIND OUT
JUST WHERE OUR BOAT WOULD GO

Jakarta had been told that AMG would give his life structure. He could remember a time when his uncle, the man who Jak had most recently been living with prior to the island, had lectured him for two straight hours on the benefits of going to a real school. And, admittedly, Jakarta had almost believed the man. It was true that he needed a little bit more education, a little bit more security in his surroundings. A constant roof over his head and somebody who was willing to take care of him hadn't sounded that bad after a few weeks of coaxing. But as he watched Emerson approach, he couldn't help but think the school wasn't much better off after all.

He didn't want to think about what had happened to Emerson over the past month. If Jakarta hadn't naturally known better than to ask about the kidnapping, Emerson's lackluster greeting would have been enough to tame his curiosity. Because in all honesty, Jak could care less about what had happened. What he cared about, and what his only concern at the moment was for, was the girl in front of him. "Oh, not much. Just packing up," he said as he gently eyed her over. Contrary to his words, however, Jakarta made no move to leave. If he wasn't entirely focused on his friend, it wasn't as if he had any place to rush off to anyway. In fact, as Jakarta tried to see past the dark aviators that covered the majority of Emerson's face, he knew he had all the time in the world for her. "I'm really glad to see you Em." His words held a mess of sincerity behind them. It was one hundred percent true; he hadn't seen her in more than a month, and although Emerson was often off doing things that Jakarta wasn't interested in, such as partying and drinking and being an overall average and happy teenager, he had still missed her occasional company in class and around campus.

Jakarta allowed a smile to inch its way across his lips and a lighter tone into his voice. “So what’s with the glasses, huh? They're gorgeous and all, but ... ?” He reached out to poke the corner of one of the rounded lenses, careful not to smudge them. Not that Jakarta was interested in her sense of style, or anything. He didn’t typically care about things like that, and after being raised in an environment where his clothing was usually spoilt within two minutes of wearing it by paint or children or something of that variety, he was just glad to own a t-shirt without stains. Jakarta’s smile shrunk as he leaned a little closer to his friend, waiting for her answer with a thoughtful expression held in his eyes. He desperately wanted to ask her how she was and if she was okay. But he knew better than to bombard her with questions. If her appearance was anything to judge on, he had a feeling that that was the last thing she would want.

WORDS SHORRRT TAGGED EMERSON+AURA NOTES POOR EM :((

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[EMERSON NOEL JUDSON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] HANGING ON THE EMPTY SWINGS Emerson had, honestly, been completely disoriented this whole day long. She hadn't even had the sense to watch the clock in anticipation as to when the class would finally be over. Her usual witty, unnecessary comments in class were missing, and many of her teachers were quite surprised at her change in attitude, and then irritated as they came to the wrong conclusions as to how she came by them. They skipped over the fact that she had been kidnapped for a month or so. Being trapped in a dark cell with one tiny window took its toll on a person. And, to make matters worse, her food had been rationed. She had been hungry for quite some time, and, now that she had access to all the food her money could buy, she had this love of the stuff. Good food, though. Not the crappy cafeteria food. All the while she was thinking, her green eyes were glazed over, though, that wasn't really that important, seeing as she was wearing the dark aviators. When the boy in front of her spoke again, his voice yanked her out of her thoughts, for which she was glad. She didn't particularly like getting lost in her thoughts these days. Often, she ventured to the occurrence that had, by some chance, happened to her. And she wanted nothing more than be distracted from those memories, so she welcomed a conversation with Jakarta with open arms. Her head twisted to the side in a slightly confused gesture when his words seemed to contradict his actions, though the small smile that had graced her lips when she caught sight of Jak was still haunting them, and grew the tiniest bit wider when he didn't move. And when he spoke again, the grin deepened even more, so the little smile lines on the corners of her mouth showed. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed Jakarta's company. Being locked in a room with two strangers was unnerving, and she had simply dropped all memories of past friends, hoping that if, by some chance, she hadn't gotten out alive, forgetting would make things easier. And, after she had escaped, Em simply forgot to remember. And now everything was coming back to her at once. "It's.. really good to see you, too." Like the boy, she also meant her words wholeheartedly, however, her words sounded a bit shy, and a slight reddening of her cheeks was barely visible under the rims of her massive sunglasses.. Em was totally lost in the world of conversing, now. It would take some getting used to. She watched his mouth with hidden eyes as he spoke yet again, this time in a teasing tone, and she couldn't help but feel relieved as the mood considerably lightened. She wasn't one to talk about her feelings, and it made her slightly uneasy speaking about them. Even so, the hard-as-nails act melted away occasionally to reveal her sweet, shy side as it did just moments earlier. A small laugh made its way from her parted lips as he poked at her aviators. With another slight cock of her head, she removed the massive eye blocking 'shades, and placed them on top of her head, so they were in her hair. The light exposed her green-brown eyes along with small, dark shadows under them. She hadn't gotten much sleep while she was captured, and had just gotten her first full night's sleep the night before. It was, obviously, not enough. "I felt like rocking the sunglasses, today," was her light reply, an attempt at joking, "and, I mean, why wouldn't I? They obviously suit me so well." She teased, striking a ridiculous pose, which was accompanied by a funny face. WORDS: 624, TAGS: jakarta, OUTFIT NOTES: excuse my rambles xD TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[JAKARTA MATISSE RUNAN]

FROM BOTH OF THE COASTS
AND WE SET SAIL TO FIND OUT
JUST WHERE OUR BOAT WOULD GO

It was good to hear her laugh. After her long absence, it was nice to see Emerson, but it was even better to see her show a few tentative signs towards happiness. But as Emerson removed the glasses, Jakarta was further concerned with the way shadows hung under her eyes like bruises. Despite her joking manner, Jak had his suspicions about the true reasons why Em donned the heavy shades. And, of course, in this circumstance, he was correct. Once upon a time, in lands far far away, Jakarta had lived a life where he had constantly been tired and exhausted. His mother typically had him on a crazy routine involving long volunteer hours and minimal periods of rest and repose. He had been used to the lengthy days spent on laborious tasks, such as building school houses or handing out supplies, but such work had left little room for anything else. Many aspects of 'normal' life had been neglected due to his mother's passion for her work. Often, Jakarta's mother hadn't even bothered to get sleep she would become so obsessed with her projects.

And although Emerson's fatigue came from a much different source, Jakarta couldn't help but recognize the problem. The question, however, was how he was to go about addressing it? While he pondered over the ways he could make sure Emerson was okay without directly confronting her about any unsavory memories, Jakarta's thoughts were interrupted by a small stream of laughter that was inspired by Emerson's poses. "Well, I guess you got me there. I apologize for questioning your accessory selection -- after all, who knew you were such a fashionista?" Shrugging his shoulders in an exaggerated motion, Jakarta smiled a huge grin, and although the muscles in his mouth were strained with the effort for a moment, it felt good to be happy around Emerson. It had taken Jakarta only a little while to realize just how much he liked being around Emerson, though. He'd moved into AMG as a complete stranger to the system, and he'd been, honestly, pretty terrified at the whole aspect of spending four years in one solid location. But after meeting a few people, such as Em, things had slowed down to a level that felt much less like holding on to the roof of a speeding race car, and much more like something that was almost possible. "And yes, they suit you very well," Jakarta added, his small smile serious to match the compliment.

Emerson was just so ... easy to be around. Some students made him feel uncomfortable and awkward, and while Jakarta was vaguely aware that he was these things, that didn't mean he wanted to be reminded just how strange he was compared to the rest of the student body. "So what's going on tonight?" Jakarta asked to fill the space. His question wasn't asked in a superficially uncomfortable way, but in a manner that showed that he was truly interested in her answer. Because he was. "Any big plans?" If there was one thing Jakarta new about Emerson Judson, it was that she had a pretty lively social life. At least, lively in comparison to Jakarta's, that is. Sometimes Jak felt that a snail's social life would be considerably more active compared to his own. Jakarta gave a small smile when an image of a snail at a night club popped into his head.

He hoped she would say no. It wasn't that Jakarta disapproved of her drinking habits or anything. It was her life to live and who was he to judge? As long as it didn't harm anyone, and she remained safe, Jakarta wasn't one to complain. But it looked as if she could use an evening (or forty) to rest. Although they were laughing and cracking jokes, it was evident that she wasn't her normal self, which made Jakarta want to drop everything he was doing at the moment and make sure she got everything she needed to feel better.

WORDS SIX TWO FOUR TAGGED EMERSON+AURA NOTES SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! :(((

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[EMERSON NOEL JUDSON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] HANGING ON THE EMPTY SWINGS She was actually getting happier. As they spoke, she could feel the heaviness of the gruelingly never-ending classes lift slightly. The whole day, she had been in a foggy haze, and all she wanted to do was flop onto her bed, curl up, and watch some movies on the little TV she brought with her. She had a secret passion for Disney movies, though she wasn't about to admit that in a million years. As she stared at the boy, she was, completely and utterly against her better judgement, beginning to think that maybe it would be nice if he was there with her. But she wasn't about to admit that in a million and one years. Putting the thought in the back of her catatonic brain, she offered Jak the biggest smile she could muster, though it was a quite pitiful curl of her lips which looked like more of a grimace than a grin. Her attempt at a smile was instantly thrown into a easier light when Jakarta seemed to tease her slightly. The grimace/grin suddenly looked as it was meant to. And the shadows under her hazel-ish eyes appeared less pronounced. A light laugh even managed to escape her grinning lips. A bad day suddenly turned into a not-so-bad one. Conversations with this boy always seemed to make her feel better, even if she was in the worst of moods. "I can't argue with you there. My sense of style is unmistakably one of the best," she told him in a light, airy, teasing tone, glancing down at the outfit she had selected this morning. The smile that he grinned at her was enough to make her stomach do a little swooping motion that called for more uneasiness. She was instantly glad she was still leaning on the lockers. Her memory of this day wasn't the best. It seemed to her as if she was zombie-walking this entire day, and the thing she remembered most was slamming into some kid in the hallway, which didn't seem to help her headache. She couldn't recall even what the person's gender was, only that it hurt when they collided. And that was the clearest memory of today. However, she figured this conversation with Jakarta would be remembered. And, yes, they suit you very well. Emerson couldn't help but smile at the compliment. This was the most she had smiled in a very long time, and the muscles in her mouth loved the exercise. An unmistakable reddening of her cheeks tattled on the pleased feeling. Blushing was, seriously, one of the most annoying things, in Em's opinion. Jakarta's obviously interested question nearly made Em burst into a fit of giggles. However, she did not have the energy to work up a giggle fit. Instead, she merely chuckled slightly. She couldn't imagine going to some party feeling like this. That would probably be the worst thing she would ever do. "No," she replied with a small smile, "no, I'm probably going to go back to my dorm and feel sorry for myself." She was, in reality, half-kidding and half-serious. She would end up in her dorm, lonely, watching Twitter blow up about the latest party or whatever. Not that she cared too much. Okay, who are we kidding, she would rather be anywhere than cooped up in her dorm, nursing herself back to health. "What about you? Going out partying, as usual?" She teased, poking one of his arms lightly with another small smile, the biggest one she could muster. WORDS: 588, TAGS: jakarta, OUTFIT NOTES: totally fine :)) TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION