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Post by athena ross on Oct 12, 2009 22:46:16 GMT -5
 AND I AM SO LOST FOR WORDS
AND I AM SO OVERWHELMED----------------------------------------------------------------------------[/b][/color] the word escaped her lips as she remained past out on the ground. How could such a pretty girl suffer so? Maybe she would get lucky and just die out her. She was tired of it. This servant journey wasn't what she wanted to use. She wanted to be happy. Be a singer. Enjoy the world, but it seemed that it could not happen with this little servant girl. Her world would just remain lost. this post is complete ?! template was made romantaholic on CAUTION ?! the post is open to the public ?! athena has this on ?! and cupcake has no comments for the thread ?![/color][/font][/size][/ul] |
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Post by owen samuel kent on Oct 15, 2009 18:34:42 GMT -5
  Owen took one look outside, and then grimaced hugely. Well, when he had walked here it was nice an dry and sunny. A pout appeared on his face as he surveyed the rain falling from the sky. Now he would get soaked if he even attempted to walk. "Well damn." He said, which was normal for him. Talking out loud was a complete must with Owen. Made you seem interesting, and at the same time completely weird and nuts, and Owen would have it no other way. He looked down, mouth pulled into an uncertain pose, and surveyed the free clothing he has recieved from the people he had just done side-modelled for. It was really wierd, they had wanted him to paste a "S" on his wrist. That was just.. odd. And when he asked what the hell it meant, they just looked at him blankly, then said "Oh, it's just a inside joke the old model started,". Owen was confused, but had to let it go. He wasn't payed to ask questions, actually, here they seemed to pay him more if he didn't ask them. Which was horrible due to curiosity.
Needless to say, his free attire was certaintly not enough to get him past the cemetary and around the bend to the hotel suite he was staying in. All he was wearing currently was his shirt, his vest, the purple skinny pants and a pair of sneakers. And all he could think throughout this ordeal of making him into a huge life size commercial was that these people really need style. After they had said "It's missing something, though, you aren't doing anything badly..." for the fifteenth time, Owen had stalked into the backroom, had tucked in his white shirt, buttoned his vest differently, and added his bright orange designer belt, added his colorful necklackes, and cliped on his stylish bracelets, and then walked back on set. He stood for a moment, and finally. A perfect shot. Just needed splatches of color, really. It was boring without it. Now he would be walking up main street and seeing himself advertising the newest huge company. He had already ripped off the "S" they had put on his wrists.
He stalked back into the building, and took the elevator to the third floor, where he was doing the shoot. He stalked up to the man who was doing the costuming and tapped his shoulder. The man flinged in his direction in an overly extactic manner and Owen rolled his eyes for a moment. "Do you mind if I borrow some of the stuff in the back there, I'm walking and it's raining." He raised his eyebrows at Owen in a suprised manner, waltzed in a circle to look outside, where it was indeed raining like hell, and then did that goofy waltz back and said "But of course Mr. Kent!" Owen did a wierd smile, that showed to people who knew him that it was sarcasm, and said a quick thanks before running through the huge wardrobe they had to the computer, which organized everything. Frowning when he realized he didn't exactly know how the hell to work this thing, he instead stalked into where most men would not dare to venture: female free clothing heaven.
The first thing he found was a black and white checkered scarf, and he tied it around his neck the second he grabbed it. Right now he wasn't really caring about style so much, more about warmth. Though, unconciously so, everything would match, 'cause, that just seemed to happen with him. The next thing he found was a wool trench coat. It was black, but oh well, it would work. Normally he would have gone for something like a navy, a cream or a green, but black would have to do. Right next to it was one of those newsie style hats. "Hm. I've always wanted one of these." He popped it on his hat and arranged it a bit to the side, such was the style now a days. He started to make his way out, stopped at a couple mirrors to perfect things, which he did more unconciously then anything. His home was usually filled with mirrors. Helped with any lingering stage fright he had. The last things he grabbed was a pair of dark purple gloves. They were female, but the fingers were long enough that they fit at least. Now he was generally protected, except his face and the tips of his hair. But oh well, he'd have to deal with it as it came to him. He'd be wrapped up in a warm jaccuzzi bath tonight.
As he was going out the door, a particularily quiet girl who had literally sat in the corner the entire time and waited on the director when he needed it, came up and gave him an umbrella. She looked so sad when she gave it to him, and kept her head down. People like that made Owen want to cry. They were what he called "broken" and no one should be broken like that. He put a gloved hand to her face to stroke the side, and was surprised when she didn't jolt away like people usually did. Either she was petrified, or she had never felt it before. Or thought it just felt nice. He thanked her quietly, rubbed her shoulder, and continued back to the elevator. When he was inside and turned around, he saw her looking at him with bewildered and confused eyes as the elevator doors closed. He waved at her before they shut completely. Come to think of it, he had seen people like that all over this town, people that made him want to cry inside. Broken people. Maybe a lot of people get broken easy by some organization or something. Perhaps that's why they weren't supposed to ask questions while they were here.
Before going outside, as was customary, he put one foot outside the door, and then clicked the button to make the umbrella open. It was all large and had white lettering around the edges. While he was walking back the direction he came from this morning , he spun his umbrella suspiciously, and read the backwards words. He gave it a sarcastic glare when he realized what was written along the edges. It said 'Every cloud has a silver lining'. Not today it sure as hell didn't. It was pouring so badly you could hardly see the damned clouds. Just this expanse of dark grey above your head. Not that you'd want to look up there. You'd get an eye full of water. And that would just suck greatly. He made his way up the street, and through to the short cut he took that most people didn't usually take. Mainly for superstitious reasons, as it went right by the cemetary. Cemetaries really didn't bother Owen much. He couldn't watch a horror movie without going "That can't happen! It wouldn't work!" so it was only the one's like "Saw", which actually could work, that bothered him so bloody much. Ghost stories, not so much.
Though, as if to counter act this lack of being bothered walking past a cemetary, as he passed the door, which was unusually open, though he didn't blame whoever had done it to get out of the rain so fast, he heard a scream. And not a playful, "don't do that!" friendly kind of scream. A full out, heart-strings-wrenching scream. His head snapped into that of the cemetary, just fast enough to see a flash of a bright orangish-red color drop suddenly. He could guess by the height that it was a person. As it had never occured to him that actually, around here, that could be possibly normal, he automatically dropped his umbrella, by the doorway and bolted through the tombstones to where he had seen the flash of color. As he neared closer, he saw he was right, it was a person. A girl to be exact. As he came upon her, his shoes soaked through because of how wet the grass was [probably ruined, but Owen didn't care at the moment], he dropped to his knees beside her, and asked in a loud but worried voice "Hey! Are you alright?" A hand of his moved to kindly and gently grasp her shoulder.
status: done
tag: athena
words: 1537 ... it's lies I tell you! sorry :/
wearing: owen: these peoples have color issues *pouts*
notes: hope you don't mind that i join you >.> *giggles after seeing pictures* hee! he looks so goofy!
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Post by athena ross on Oct 20, 2009 22:34:43 GMT -5
AND I AM SO LOST FOR WORDS
AND I AM SO OVERWHELMED---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/color][/b] she managed to get out. Her throat was starting to constrict and she couldn't really think or speak. Her mind was dazed and she wasn't sure where she was anymore. All she remembered was the cold rain and wind on her skin and pain in her heart. this post is complete ?! template was made romantaholic on CAUTION ?! the post is now taken by owen samuel kent ?! athena has this on ?! and cupcake says personally i think he looks sexy as hell and i'm really sorry i didn't get to this post sooner ?![/color][/font][/size][/ul] |
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