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 Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:45 pm
I'll Never Stay
~Story~
I'll Never stay is based on a group of friends that decide they want something more in life. To find that true happiness. Obviously staying at home, attending school and getting bothered by parents wasn't cutting it. So one night they all get together at their usually hang out, on a Friday. Getting drunk, they decided to leave; just get up, and go somewhere else. They go home that night and for the rest of the weekend they pack, and start getting ready. That sunday after the lake, they hit the highway and begin their new life.
The group covers all the ground of social interaction. Basically, there's a Goth and a Jock. There's eight of them. ( 2 girls, 2 boys )
Yes some are already allowed to be in relationships. It's encouraged! Only helps the plot line.
-=Plot line=-
After managing to leave the state, they stay in a series of motels, and hotels. They go and see the sights, but a few start to realize. They can't live like this forever? Not only that, but their parents have sent the cops after them. So avoiding the police, they're in for a ride of their life. They look at apartments, and even houses, mixing with the wrong people; a few will get into drugs, and even killings. What's happened to the innocent seniors? They wanted to find happiness. Happiness doesn't exist anymore.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:47 pm
~*~Profiles~*~ (PM ALL PROFILES TO ME! or I'll hurt you. Just copy and post into the PM) [b]Character Name:[/b]
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[b]apperance:[/b] --Rules of Engagement--
1. Piss me off and I'll hurt you.
2. No God Moding
3. Follow the site and Guild rules
4. Be respectful
5. Be literate
6. Be able to post!!! >.<
7. I don't know yet. Maybe there is no 7? >>;
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:51 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:56 pm
In the halls of the Lexington High school not a sound could be heard, not even a mouse. The school was fairly new. But it showed the worn and tare. The rugs on the floor had a path craved from the walking of students and teachers. The endless silence would be shattered by an erupting bell -R-I-N-G- it was loud and constant, until suddenly to doors in the hallways flew open and students came pouring into the halls. Their chatter filled the air.
Heading outside from the main entrance Maura took a turn, and moved to the indent on the left hand side of the school that would lead to an indent of the building. A few people would glance at the red head but never said anything her Brilliant blue eyes sparkled, with they watery crystal color. She tugged at the black spaghetti strap shirt that had the word "Kitten" printed across her breasts in white. The title Kitten was ever enjoyed by her, since she took on the atmosphere of one. Her skin was slightly tan; she didn't often travel in the sun... About 3 inches of her nicely tone, but smooth skin was exposed on her stomach. Her body was well toned. Downing on her hips, hanging loosely, a pair of black pipe/ A-line pants, made of that nylon form wind pants... They were very light, lined with white. Today was Friday. The day she always dressed like the majority of her friends. She wore a black boot, that wouldn't make much noise when she walked.
She was a 'normal' classed girl. She could fit in anywhere. But she didn't care of the superficial preppy girls. She was often lost in the crowd of Goth and punks... Even if she were to be wearing a mini skirt and sweater. They were her friends, and respected how she dressed. Her eyes seemed to have a sad look about them, when school ended she knew where she had to go home too, and she wasn't happy about that. She often took shelter with one of her male friends when possible. Thugh no one knew why.
The boys she hung out with, where good looking... she'd often given thought to possibly dating one. But none seemed interested in her. So she never pushed the matter. She turned around, pushing her black shoulder bag behind her letting the bag rest against her rear and the strap over her chest. A face of an orange cat with anger marks was on it. Kyo. Her Favorite Anime Fruits Basket... Though it may not look it, Maura was fairly well off... She worked odd end jobs, and saved... She didn't have a car though... So when it came to car pooling she relied in her closet circle of friends.
She leaned against the wall and looked forward waiting for them to all come and meet there to plane for the upcoming nights... That night and the next night. Even Saturday - day. She'd do just about anything to stay out of that house.
(One of you needs your character to be able to provide a LARGE SUV, for their traveling on Sunday... and they are all friends, and are to meet in that nook.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 2:53 pm
In a far away land, a gentle ringing soared across an ocean. It rode the waves all the way to shore, dancing about the ears of a boy resting. It was the softest thing, a rather beautiful chime to compliment the ocean's somber splashing. But the peaceful boy paid no heed to the chime. He lay here on the sand reflecting the sunset, just staring up into the purple sky. Nothing could move him, not the sounds nor the incoming of the nightly tide. He was finally in a place of serene silence. He did not want to move. His striking sapphire eyes slowly stared at the rolling of the white clouds. Indeed, they were not as white as they should have been. The mixture of warm colors from the setting sun was upon them, giving the white the look of a used painter's palette. Perfectly peaceful, the setting sun over the ocean. Just like the reflection of the same sun across the ocean, perfect peace. Oh, how wonderfully the world reflected itself. If only they could see it... Mankind, so egotistical...
An arm rammed into the boy, sending him back to current reality. Current reality was an art classroom, the cool feeling of paint dripping down his black shirted back. He sighed, putting his brush back into its cup holder with one swift swoop. He carefully turned around to see who it was this time. True to the workings of the egotistical world, it was the same boy who constantly picked on him. Brown haired, green eyed and grinning, he feigned an apology for the oil paint all down Robin's back. The blacked haired, blue eyed Robin just stared into the evil's green eyes, the eyes of blue giving the same look of icy hatred. The evil grinned for a few more seconds, and upon feeling the cold hate, quickly retreated to the sink to clean himself up. Robin, ignoring his teacher's scoldings of the evil and the other students stares, turned back to his work. It was a peaceful sunset, overlooking the reflecting ocean. Suddenly, Robin could not work anymore. The onlookers' realization of his existence hurt. He picked up his brushes, cleaned them out and put up his painting. The warm, caring hand of the art teacher squeezed his shoulder as he neared the door to leave. Did he want to talk to someone? Not really. The left the artroom behind a crowd of giggling girls. Afterall, the chime of the bell had reached his ears on the shore. His teacher, ever so concerned, could help but notice the collection of bruises around his student's thin, pale neck.
Wandering the halls of Lexington High was what Robin did best. His back still drenched in thick oil paint, he could feel the stares of the students as he passed to the band hall. Lovely, the ways of the world. He would never understand why some people felt it nessecary to pick on others. It was told to him that it was because they suffered at home and throughout life. Robin had, indeed, suffered a long while throughout life. Why wasn't he more assertive? The idea of suffering and making others suffer for it seemed bogus to the pale, black haired boy. He held his books tight to his thin chest, keeping his head lowered at all times. Good thing he was an expert at dodging people while forever looking down. His baggy black shirt seemed to catch the wind as he briskly walked. This shirt, which was the product of his own hand, just so happened to be his pride and joy. By appearence, it was baggy. A closer examination would show that it fit him rather tightly across his skinny chest and pale, thin arms. One side was held together by safety pins, more a result of his laziness than that of a fashion statement. Strips of black fabric trailed about the shirt, wafting in the breeze as he pulled open the door to the band hall. His thick, powerful boots made a slight thumping noise across the tile floor. Though, it was lost in the cheerful chatter of the band students.
Here, in this large, locker lined band hall, Robin felt truthfully most at home. A few students, never so judging as the others in school, sat in the band set up getting out their instruments. Sadly, though it was a Friday, the second band had practice today. A member of the french horn section, sandy blond haired and pale blue eyed, saw Robin head towards the corner where he stored his guitar. He also saw the paint on his friend's back. Giving a shout at Robin, he leapt off the risers and skipped over to the blue eyed boy. They shared a few moments of conversation, a sympathetic look from the sandy haired boy a Robin's story of art. The entrance of the band director, still young in comparision to the others, prompted a faster set up. Students raced to their chairs and wildly began to put together thier instruments. The sandy haired boy, Gregory, shuffled his friend's hair in a good-bye, his legs pumping to get to his seat. Robin sighed while picked up his acoustic guitar case. Thankfully, Jazz Band practice was on Tuesdays and Thursdays, in which he played the piano. He left the band hall, feeling the ever sarcastic but caring eye of the band director examine his presently colorful shirt.
By appearence, Robin was frighteningly thin to the point of suspected anorexia and thought to be just as weak. No, he never starved himself on purpose and his wasn't as weak as he was labeled to be. Carrying the heavy case of the guitar was not a problem as he walked outside the school. It felt like but a feather to him. Now, the school day fully over, he led his feet trail to an indention of the building, where a friend of his was waiting. He coughed in an announcement and sat along the wall. He stared up into space, his hands subconciously getting out his guitar. They began to strum a melody. It sounded like a lament. Still staring into other dimensions, his tiny voice began to sing.
Angel, my only
Lost to the Reaper
Come back to me
Come home to me
Silver eyes, I still see
Where are you now?
Smile for me
Dance for me
Lost and cold
To you I told
Never ever fold
I...
He paused. His blue eyes snapped back to reality. He struck a dissonant chord and grimaced. If only he could get his mind and crappy poetry to shut up... "Dear world," he muttered, miming writing in the air, "Forgive my wretched singing skills and horrid poetry attempts." He normally pale face turned beet red as his head lowered to study his finger poistion of the next, faster song.
((And the band hall, the people and director are modelled after my own. The band hall is actually not connecte to the school. Getting to it involves going outside first. Just so you know... Hope it's not a bother, but that's the band hall that I <3.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:05 am
((Holy crap, that's long. o.o))
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:45 pm
A giggle in the distance, and all she could do was watch. The little girl ran and giggled as her mother chased her around before finally catching her, picking her up into one of those twirling hugs. She gave the girl a kiss on the cheek and started to walk away, towards the swings where she gently swung her daughter. It was a nice day out, nearly perfect actually. It was a sunny day with nice blue skies and a few fluffy white clouds here and there, there was also a light refreshing breeze out. It was all so perfect, so... happy...
A genlte rub in the shoulder bright Kitana crashing back to reality. "Huh, what?" she yawned as she slowly got up from her comfrotable sleeping postion in the back of the class, evening out her hair as well. "Bell's about to ring." said Sarah. "K, thanks." she replied back as she did a quick check that all her stuff was safely in her backpack. It was. Kitana now stared up at the clock. 3-2-1... BRIING!!! "Finally."
Kitty quickly grabbed her things and bolted out the door. It was friday and she was just glad that she could finally spend some quality time with her friends that weekend. The hallway was crowded as many people filed out of their classrooms. When she walked out, a few people stared at her. Most of them preps, she loathed them, they judged her and didn't even know her. They all called her a gothic slut. There were many whispers going about, and she knew that they were about her. There were also a few cat-calls from shallow guys thinking she was hot or something of that sort. She rolled her eyes at them all and continued down the hallway.
She quickly brushed her blood red mini skirt and tight black shirt, wrinkled from her nap earlier. The reason they called her a goth and a slut was her clothing style. Some days she would wear thight revealing things like the outfit she wore today, other days she would wear baggy clothes and heavy eye make up that gave the impression '******** off, I don't want to hear your s**t today.' She wore all dark colors though, shades of red, black, dark blue, dark purple are the only colors she really wore. The other color that was somewhat 'light' was blue and that's it.
Her knee high black boots complimented her outfit and made a slight clicking sound as she walked. She readjusted her heavy black shoulder bag while she brushed her distracting long black, shoulder length hair out of her face. Her bag had many trinkets hanging from the front of it, lanyards and unique keychains just to name a few.Slowing down near the end of the hallway, she stopped at a group of lockers. Spinning the lock of her own locker, she spun the combination and it unlocked. Opening her locker, she went through her bag to pull a few books and binders out, placing them into the locker.
Although it doesn't seem like it, Kitty was a straight A student, she just never bragged about it. Her bag now unmistakably lighter, she closed her locker and made her way out of the now nearly empty hall. After waving back to a few people who said hi to her, she made her way to the parking lot where there were cars and busses. Being the youngest of the group, she didn't have a car yet and she couldn't wait until she got one of her own. Looking around, she saw Maura and Robin of her group against the wall and joined them, giving a small, depressed wave.
She had just barely caught the song that Robin had sung and wondered what it meant. there seemed to be a lot of sadness and bottled up feeling in it. Though, she doubted that Robin would ever open up and tell her what it means, he was just like her. Even to her clostest friends, Kitty found it hard to open up fully. She hated people worrying about her so she'd never tell them anything that would make them give her sympathy or anything of that sort.
Kitty waited with them for the remaining member of the group, Sean. She wasn't sexist or anything but she preferred hanging out with guys than girls. Girls were always bitchy and full of drama. Maura was one of the very few she actually did hang out with. Kitty was attracted to a guy in her group though she didn't show it, they probably didn't feel the same way about her anyways and what is love and sinple crushes but an excuse tobe hurt again. That's something she didn't want. So if she were to get with anyone.. it'd have to be... 'right'..
She sighed at the thought of going home even if it was for a little while. She really did love her foster parents and they loved her but it always seemed like something was missing between them and she got out of the house as much as she could. Life was boring and depressing, school was going great academic wise but it was still boring. She needed adventure, excitement, most of all just to get away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 11:02 am
He nodded in the direction of Kitty, his fingers still flying on the fingerboard. The song, from a distance, sounded like a Renaissance type faerie dance. In his mind, Robin pictured tiny, light footed creatures prancing around a circle of white mushrooms, their tiny voices praising an unknown force. Closer up, the song sounded slightly on the edge. So close to insanity and anger, but never diving into that mad killing spree of blinding hatred. Just waiting, shaking in the corner unnoticed kind of music. The flow of the notes, it was spellbiding. Like the thought of impending doom was almost romantic and beautiful. His eyes, they seemed to dance in different shades of blue. Hues of the ocean, colors of the dawn sky, the deep blues of twilight. His concentration was immense, the notes flew out almost effortlessly into the cool air like falling cherry blossoms. Bloodly blossoms... Through the frightening melody, his fingers slipped and a wrong note was struck. He let out a suppressed scream and let his guitar drop down to the floor. His feet lead him up and down the flat surface of earth, trying to shave off the anger of screwing up his own music. All while pacing, he mumbled about the insanity of humanity. It was completely unrelevent to the topic, Robin knew it. But, through his blind self hatred, anything to rant about was good. Even the weather of the Friday afternoon was marked and blamed. His back slammed up against the wall, his head staring upward, letting his shoulder length black hair fall free of his almond shaped eyes. Those blue eyes seemed blazing in red flame as he sunk down next to his instrument. He eyed it and with a sudden spark of goofiness, stuck his tounge out in its direction. It was most deserving of a fitting punishment.
"Life..." he began, in an attempt to explain his actions, "Is like a p***s." he grinned in spite of the analogy's groutesque ways, "When it gets hard, ******** it." He sank low enough against the wall, sliding to the cold floor, the still wet oil paint smearing across its surface. This mess did not occur to Robin however. He just lay there, feeling oddly content, only one thing was missing from his life in that moment... There was always something missing. Always. What was missing now? Was it closure? Was it love and peace? Was it perhaps... Hope?
"So, what are we to do this weekend?" He asked suddenly, a shift in mood immient "I say we plan something with Sean not being here, just to piss him off." His face was marked with a demonic and playful grin. His arms crossed themselves across his chest, while his ever blue eyes stared at the sky. Lovely, so lovely the world. He frowned in its general direction.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 7:37 pm
Maura giggled at the Life is like a p***s. He had a good point. Shaking her head some she smiled at the two, and then she pushed off the wall and took a step forward. "You just like to make him angry... you know that'll probably just upset everyone in the end." She lightly shook her head and she pushed her hair back and away from ehr face. The crimson color stood bright against her paler skin.
"Alright well... I was figuring we could go to a party tonight, just to shake up the routine some?" She Looked over at Kitty and she tilted her head some. "think you can handle the spunky popular, resident sluts?" She raised a brow some, know kitty would get the joke... She knew Kitty wasn't a fan of females. Who really could be? Maura, was kind of a mystery. She even didn't know how to define herself. She just kind of existed. When Brass moved away, she lost something that was .. part of her being. She never fully recovered from it. It was seen in her awkard nature about almsot everything. She shifted some and then she reached out and petted Robins head. His hair was always soft.
She mumbled some and turned around half expecting to find Brass for that hug and she blinked and she seemed to twitch ever so softly. she sighed out and then looked down "where the hell is Sean..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:55 pm
Kitty just watched as Robin ranted, a smile escaping from her lips at the nonsense he was saying. It was quite, oh what's the word, amusing. The thought of Sean being pissed off was a very fun thought, it was kinda funny when he got mad. though she wouldn't put in her thought. Again, not one to talk.
Her lifeless eyes shifted to Maura at her comment. A sparkle showed for a nanosecond then, as quickly as it had came, it went away. She did hate those sluts, she even knew which sluts she was talking about. Though she hated them, Kitty had to admit that it was fun watching them making complete fools and asses of themselves. What an amusing passtime...
Kitana watched Maura ruffle Robin's hair with a hint of jealousy. Wait what?! No not jealousy uhh... something else. Okay, maybe she was jealous, but she had no idea why. Did she have feelings for him? What about Sean? These were the questions that kept her up night after night. What did she really feel about them? Were they just friends to her, or did she maybe want more than friendship? Numb. She had been numb to many feelings for so long that simple things like knowing whether she liked someone seemed inpossible to figure out. Oh well, they couldn't possibly like her anyways, or at least thats what she told herself.
Kitty then eyed Robin's guitar. She didn't think he'd be mad if she played it a bit, so she moved the few inches and carefully picked it up. As she was getting back in her upright postion, she caught a glimpse of Maura's eyes. A hint of sadness there. It must've been because Brass wasn't there anymore. She knew how close they were, though she was never told, they just seemed that way. Kitty didn't even know their status, whether they were just good friends or romantically involved. Either way, the loss of him hit Maura hard.
Snapping out of her thought, Kitty turned back to the guitar. She didn't know how to play well, but for some reason something just came over her. She strummed it and it felt like her soul was pouring out in these notes. She strummed it a few more times before making a soft mellow tune. It was a depressing one at that, a lot of hurt, anger, and sadness going into it. It was the mealody of a song she had made earlier that week, sad and slow. Starting to hum to it, she closed her eyes, now totally engulfed in it. This song, among many others, was never revealed to anyone, even the group.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 2:24 pm
The petting of his hair caught Robin completely off guard. He jumped slightly but didn't resist the friendly affection. No matter what happened in his life, no matter who it was or what they meant to him, he could never get over being touched. He had never spoke with anyone about it, but the memories it brought back from long ago. If they knew, would they still treat him as the soft haired one? Would they look at him as a different person? Questions, ideas, so much maddess flooded his head that lasted even longer than the soft touch. Did it, on some level, hurt him or help him to know that they cared? He curled up into a ball on his side, the paint onhis back most definetely squashed across his black shirt now. Yet, what was the point in caring that his best shirt was now hopelessly stained? Was his soul not also the same?
"I don't mean to always piss him off... He knows that I kid, I could never..." his soft voice trailed off. It was highly doubtful that they heard him through the rustles of Kitty picking up his prized guitar. He tensed, thinking off all the times he had spent with that instrument. His eyes narrowed as he watched her pluck out a melody. Never would they understand, he guessed internally. Never could anyone understand what even the most useless feather meant to him and how little he valued the most expensive presents. Feathers, afterall... He shook his head, still on the ground lying in the fetal position. Humanity never really could understand the minds of the strange, that is wasn't the angst that drove him. It wasn't depression or the mood swings or some nameless mental issue. What lay at the core of tiny, frail Robin... The melody that she made was so simple. Had he truly been angry and blind, he would have laughed outright. But, something in its simplicity... The way that the Celtic ways melted into his soul, their beautiful music and culture. They ways of magic and Wicca, the way that it just... Made so much sense in its perfect simplicity. So sad, so full of emotion in just a few notes, it made so much sense. It, in its morbid glory, was beautiful. A poem ran along in his head as she played. So simple, so beautiful... But he would never sing it. Ever.
He rolled over, the paint making a squishing noise, though only noticed by himself through the music. Music, it was a gift from someone much wiser than any known man. He toyed with his lyrics, sounding out the words in his head like building blocks of a new city. Piece by piece, they fell together again with the melody like rain. That type pf perfect that makes you weep for hours on end without ever knowing why... How many times had Robin felt that sort of twisted pleasure... Once, so long ago, so far away in another land of another realm of existance. So sweet the sorrow, so perfect the pain. Sing with me, O lost soul; This sadness never slain. Never rest for the weary, no funeral to gain. Endless mortal searching, a battle lost to rain...
Where the bloody hell was Sean now?
((And, personally, I think that this post rocks. Point for Mephie! So, the standing is Mephie: 2 World: 0 OWNED.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:06 pm
Maura blinked down at him. At first she didn't know wat to think of hte behavior. She knew that Robin never had much... it wasn't shame... maybe there was no word. But he would sometimes to stuff like that. She never really knew what to think or even due. She glanced at Kitty was she played and she leaned down slightly kneeling and she placed her hand on his arm. She just let it rest there. She felt ... comforted being able to touch someone. She thought that might scare her friends away.
Brass that that person she was able to be so close to, and again without him it was odd, She might get physcial with someone, but she never knew how it made them feel. She was awkard about the touching too. She didn;t try and embrace Robin, she just placed her hand on his arm so he knew she was there. she listened to Kitty though. She wasnt that bad.
For some reason ... they were a weird group. Where were they going.. and how did they even mix? She closed her swirling blue eyes and just sighed. Life was so tiring. Her hand was warm against his skin, she shifted her postion to something more comfortable and she leaned against the wall slightly. They were all friend, but they almost barely knew eachother, it was a silent understanding they weren't perfect...
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 10:18 pm
((OMG writers block... hmmm... let's see what I can scourage.))
Her hair hung over her face, blocking her eyes from view. She was so sucked into the music, the sad melody, with her eyes closed, she let it engulf her. With one last strum, her trance-like tune was finished. Slowly, she opened her eyes, almost in tears. Almost. She looked up at them and saw something she didn't want to see. Was it jealousy or just too much in the moment? Who knows. She pulled off the guitar and placed it next to Robin. "Sorry..." she muttered softly. "Watch my stuff, I'll be back." she stated in the same tone.
Kitty pulled her pack off and slowly walked away. She just needed time. Time to think, to calm down, and to recollect herself, not that she was that much collect to begin with. She didn't even know where she was going, she just went wherever her feet took her. Next thing she knew, she was at the back of the schol, opposite where the meeting place was. There was a nice breeze out and an amazing tree infront of her.
It was such a nice day out, that she decided that she would climb the tree and maybe have a nap. Following what she thought, she carefully examined the tree for a way up. Upon finding out, she climbed up to a branch that was just large enough for her to comfortably lie down in. When she got situated, she breeze and the day just got to her. Her eyelids began to get heavy, and for some reason, she wanted a drink, but passed it off and began to fall asleep.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 4:23 pm
Upon hearing the music stop and Kitty walk away, he looked to his guitar once more. The warmth of Muara's hand seemed to help him find something that his mind had been looking for... Words, more words. His mind always thought in them. Words and the pictures that flowed out with them. Life was the most confusing b*****d. Here he was, just wanting to sing a song, just let it all out, but here he was. Here he was... A chill shot up his spine as he uncurled himself and stood, watching Kitty get farther and farther away. His instincts as a friend kicked in. He wanted to run to her and ask her what bothered her so. He wanted to give her his ears and heart for the moment. Anything for a dearest friend... His hand found itself around his guitar once more. How cool it felt, the baige wood under his fingertips. How perfect it fit under his arm as he strummed out one, solitary chord of dissoant quality. With Kitty out of earshot, this was futile. But, perhaps his message could help the reast of mankind, should they stop to listen. For this second of restricted life, Robin didn't care. Afterall, here he was.
Here I am
Dying for you again
Yet, life, she won't hear me
Death, she won't love me
Why don't you listen?
I die
Black, the night is
So cold with no reason
My heart, stabbed thrice
To the soul with ice
So innocent
So faithf'lly blind
A cage for the mind
Just tell me the sorrows
Why won't anyone...
He paused, realizingthat this was getting nowhere any time. He, in his poetic and sometimes odd voice, probably didn't make much sense. Oh, how he wanted to spread the message of what he thought, but who would bother to listen to such ranting? He wasn't going to lose it here, he refused. Instead, Robin's legs found hold in the ground once more, giving way to a sitting position. His fingers took up an angered song, fast beated and pushy. To him, nothing would ever help anything. How he wanted to help Kitty, whatever was bothering her, but he didn't dare leave Muara. Wasn't he always stuck in the middle of trying to help? Hurray for finger pacing. Robin was definetely the middle child of the family.
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