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Post by marcus on Jun 22, 2012 20:44:27 GMT 8
 '' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know[/color][/font][/color] [/center]
Marcus needed to get out for a bit. He had been waiting to see what Blake was up to today but she had gone off shopping with her friend. Nikita or something. Either way if he didn't go out he would be stuck inside this darn house. He wanted nothing more than to take his piano out with him but that just wasn't going to happen though now was it? Instead he grabbed his sketch book and put it into his messenger bag. He put the pencils in there as well inside his pencil case not to mention the usual things such as phone, head phones and his chewing gums. He always carried those things. How else was he supposed to escape from the world when he couldn't just sit down and have music around him. Between himself and Blake, they were terrible when it came to music. At least they had similiar taste. Sort of. Classic was always awesome but he liked other things as well.
He picked up the bag and locking his dorm room behind him he left the dorm. He exited campus and decided to walk. He only had a truck for his car simply because it was all he could afford when he had run away from home. He still to this very day wasn't looking forward to returning home and seeing his family. He walked to their house now looking from the outside. He could see his father. He couldn't believe the choice his own mother made. He shrugged it off and kept on walking. He wouldn't be noticed, they had disowned him a long time ago and he them. He wanted nothing to do with them. He knew where he was headed. He just hoped no one had stolen his spot since his absence. Walking into the trees he started maing his way. The path that was once there was over grown, not too badly but enough that only someone who knew it was there would see it.
He came to the little clearing he had called home before leaving. It hadn't changed much. A little more over grown with the grass but that was it. The log that he usuall perched on was still there. He saw the that campfire he had always built had been used. So someone else had found this place now. Oh well he was planning on claiming it back. The sun shone through the tree canopy and he smiled breathing in the fresh air. Looking around him he saw that there had been a make-shift bin made. That wasn't there either. He shrugged it off. At least it was empty. It didn't look as though anyone was living here, at least not like he did at first. Taking out his sketch book he started sketching away, his pencil case in front of him. He couldn't quite keep the small side smile off his lips, he really had missed this place. It felt more like home than anywhere else.
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tagged: Open
word count: can't be bothered counting!
notes: Should be fun
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
credit:NOTHING_PERSONAL @ CAUTION !
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Post by taylor on Jul 17, 2012 12:04:57 GMT 8
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Summer woke up in one of the moods she was very used to. A mood where she just needed to sit down and write. Lyrics, poems, stories. Whatever would pass through her fingertips filled her needs. It was usually lyrics, though. And then she would pick up her guitar, putting music to whatever she had written. Sometimes the lyrics sucked and were thrown in the trashcan near her bedroom door. (The small, pink can was overflowing with balls of paper with scraped ideas.) But sometimes, she would produce something good, something she could be proud of. And that was what kept her going, what kept these moods coming back.
After showering and getting herself ready for the day, she pulled on her cowboy boots and headed out the back door. She wasn't carrying much. Her phone was shoved in her front pocket and she had her lyrics notebook with a pen shoved in the spiral held against her chest. The forest wasn't wasn't far from her house and she enjoyed going there to write. She found a new and exciting place each time she was there. This time she decided to follow an overgrown trail. It looked interesting, maybe she'd find something inspiring along the way.
As she continued along the trail, her foot caught on a fallen tree branch and she stumbled forward. Her hands caught her fall and she didn't hit the ground, she fell into a tree. There wasn't any pain, but she had made a bit of noise. Summer was going to be glad that there wasn't anybody around, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed a boy. Surrounding him seemed to have been some sort of a camp that was now overgrown. She knew he had to have heard her and that this wasn't something she could run away from.
So she sucked in a deep breath, reached down to grab her lyrics book that had fallen, and then walked out into the clearing. "Uh... hi, sorry if I um... bothered you or anything like that. I just sort of, tripped and... yeah" she told him, her cheeks were flushed pink at this point. She almost wished she had turned around and ran. That would have been better than that sentence she just chocked out. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; i think i'd be okay by macy maloy
word count; - - - w/out code
outfit; i'll post it later
credit; to brooke from caution |
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Post by marcus on Jul 18, 2012 8:26:18 GMT 8
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center]
Marcus had the advantage in this clearing, well it wasn't exactly his but it was home to him. He knew when there were different scents or sounds coming through that really and truly just shouldn't be there. He did his best, he was so far away from the road at least he couldn't hear cars coming through. He was about to put his ipod on but then changed his mind. Instead he grabbed his Iphone and put on some of his classical music, just the easy stuff, something that would keep his inspiration running whilst he drew the place that had become his home. This was really a magical place, so green and real. He figured that he could probably re-make this into a nice place now that he knew what he wanted to do with it. He hoped to bring Blake here soon. Maybe that could be their second datem a campout here.
He smiled at the thought and started his sketch. He started off with the easy things like the log in front, it made a sort of wall for the clearing, the trees around the edge fading off into the distance. The small opened where the trail was to get to this small place. Then what was inside the clearing, the campfire that was charkoal black from being used so much. The small stones around it. Not to mention the flat part where he used to sleep next to the fire. He didn't draw in the bin that someone had made because it would ruin the fact that this was his place. He was happily sketching away and he finally finished. His classical music really was his muse in a whole load of ways. He almost smiled and let out a deep breath as he looked around.
Marcus snapped up his head when he heard someone. It sounded close as well and there was only one trail that came anywhere near here which was the trail to the clearing. He was confused so he turned off the music. He was thinking about standing up, well until he saw what wa coming. A girl approached the place and he watched as she fell. As she went down Marcus instantly stood up and rushed over towards her to see if he could aid her in some way. She was probably exceedingly emabarrased by this point. He smiled when she apologized. "You don't have to apologize. Are you alright? You took quite a big fall there"
[/color] He was standing right in front of her now with just the log in the way of the two of them. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
tagged: Summer
word count: can't be bothered counting!
notes: Poor Summer xD
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
credit:NOTHING_PERSONAL @ CAUTION !
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