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Post by ALIXANDRYA KRISTEN CONNERSON on Feb 15, 2011 0:07:00 GMT -5
 Because the night is young The line is out the door- - - - - - - - - -
All she saw was overcast in the sky as she looked out her apartment window, sipping her coffee as she gazed at the street below. Some people walked the streets, bundled in coats and hats to keep the light breeze was blowing. It made Drya laugh to herself how people acted so differently that the west side of the state with the weather. To her, the weather was almost perfect, a little warmer would be nice but she would live. Letting the blinds drop back into place, Drya shuffled herself over to her office room keeping the door ajar as jar as her dog Nakita, followed her as well and then immediately laid down on the fluffy dog bed at the same time Drya slid herself into the chair that faced numerous computer monitors as she shook the mouse to wake them from their sleep over night. Checking some e-mail, some from her brothers, and the others junk. She debated on doing something interesting and staying inside; but as Drya glanced back out the closest window she changed her mind and picked up her coffee from the desk and spun around to face a drawer that held up her laptop bag. Drya grabbed her keys off the cabinet and moved out of the room Nakita still following behind her as Drya slipped on her black jacket. "Be good baby-girl. I'll be back in a while, I need to do something weird, as in, go outside." Drya spoke as she scratched at Nakita's head as she shut the door behind her.
Walking down the stairs and shifting the bag on her shoulders, Drya took another sip of her coffee as she pushed open the apartment complex door and slipped out head towards the campus. Technically, she had classes but this quarter had mostly online classes so for one like Drya, she was done two weeks ago. Keeping her hands semi-warm with the coffee cup, Drya soon found her way to the campus courtyard. A few students were out and about, but it seemed most didn't like the weather; still Drya found no problems. Though glancing up to the sky, she figured that quite possibly a small storm of some sorts could make it's way to the area; the time of the storm she didn't know just by looking her studies did not include meteorology. Finding her way to a covered area of the courtyard, Drya laid her bag down on a table in the corner and slid onto the bench as she set down her coffee to grab her laptop from the bag and her headphones that we conveniently still in her pocket with her iPod from the last time she wore the jacket.
Plugging in the headphones, Drya pushed the button on the console to begin turning it on; luckily her battery had a long life and it would last a good two hours or so before it would quit. She didn't have a reason to be outside, since she stayed indoors a lot anyways, but when she wasn't completely absorbed into her programs; she found herself very bored, and somewhat lonely - though she would never admit that openly- so she would end up going to the coffee shop or like today the courtyard of the school. Now with her computer on, Drya immediately turned her music on but left one headphone out just in case someone decided to talk to her -- like that would happen -- and began messing with her programs and mail again to see if anything else important showed up.
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Today was crazy but tonight
the city is ours Tagged:: Open
Words:: 603
Outfit:: Peek-a-boo
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Post by MARCUS GAVIN FISHER on Feb 26, 2011 23:10:25 GMT -5
---DAYS PASS--- [/color] ----time flies---- ---YOU DON'T REALIZE---[/size][/color] ----today you waste----[/font][/color][/size][/center] ---------------------------------- [/b][/center] Most people wouldn't even consider being out on such a day as this. Hell, sometimes Marcus envied them. They would be curled up on a couch with a blanket, probably watching television or reading a book. Considering he was at the college, he guessed most would be trying to finish homework. Well, actually, strike that, he thought, glancing toward the library. I never wanted to study much when I was in college. Luckily, he had a strong sense of determination in him, for he wanted to be a weatherman. He wanted to be able to predict weather, and he wanted to be credited for doing so. He was pretty outgoing, and he knew for certain that he'd be quite a good weatherman. However, he wasn't quite what they were looking for. What they were looking for, he wasn't sure of, but he certainly wasn't it.
He slowly crossed the courtyard, making sure his eyes stayed on the storm above him. It looked as if it might start pouring rain shortly. He noted with pleasure that dark clouds were in the distance, building up to be what looked like a promising storm. He hoped so. Winter didn't give much time for much of anything, other than snow, which Marcus found rather irritating at times. Not much fun to report to the men back at the weather station, other than 'hey, look, it's still snowing. However, he did enjoy building snowmen with his neighbor's kids the other day- it made him miss his youth.
The library was his destination, for he needed to pick up a book he wanted to read, a book about the climates. To most people, it was definitely boring, one that should only be touched when doing research for papers. Marcus, however, was rather hoping that this book would give him so much more insight on weather, maybe even give him enough knowledge to make his dream come true. Doubtful, but he could try.
With a sigh, though, he realized he might just miss the storm if he stayed in the library, reading and researching. This could be the first real storm of the year, and he didn't want to miss it. He supposed he could take the book outside to read it, but it might get ruin by rain, or blown away by large gusts of wind (though he couldn't see that one happening). He bit his thumb, trying to think, then told himself that he could check it out any old time. This storm, however, would never be back. Each storm was original, and deserved as much attention as he could possibly allow.
Slowly, he tried finding somewhere to sit. He wouldn't want to sit out in the open and be drenched by rain (for he knew he could possibly catch a cold), so he glanced around. There was a covered area, with some girl there. She had remarkably red hair, and was on a laptop while listening to music. He made his way to her and sat down beside her, glancing up at the laptop. What she was doing seemed rather advanced, and he knew he'd make an idiot of himself if he tried understanding it. Instead, he flashed her a quick grin and said, "Hi. I love your shoes."
Indeed he did, and wished he had some of the knee-high Converse, though he was certain it wouldn't look half as good on a male as it did a female. Anyway, for now, he was good with his own Converse sneakers. They were cheap, since he had a limited amount of cash to spend, but they served their purpose and made him look rather cool- so he thought.
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Post by ALIXANDRYA KRISTEN CONNERSON on Mar 1, 2011 19:00:39 GMT -5
Because the night is young The line is out the door- - - - - - - - - - Green eyes scanned the computer screen as Drya's fingers seemed to fly across the keyboard. She wasn't working on anything important; ever since she entered college; her on and off employers didn't call on her very often at her request. Her mind was occupied with the music that played through the one headphone he had stuck in her ear; but subconsciously, as codes, information, and more than a dozen windows popped up onto the screen; in the back of her mind, it was working what most people would classify as overtime, but to Drya it was actually a slower thinking process than she normally did. To be honest, she didn't know what she was doing until a camera popped up on the screen. Her typing stopped instantly as she gazed into the screen; it seemed her wandering fingers lead her to access the cameras Isaac so graciously set up to watch the house...her house, back in Washington. Keeping her antsy fingers from the keyboard, as the back of her mind told her to shut the window, she grabbed her coffee instead and took as sip as she watched her triplet brothers mess around in the yard playing innocent pranks on the family dog.
Drya smiled to herself softly watching her brother's antics. They decided to go to school close to home, though she went away to get away from Isaac, her father; but she never thought of him as her father since he sheltered and tried to mold her into something she didn't want to be. But her trance was shaken as she felt something, someone shift on the table bench to sit beside her. ''What the heck? No one ever comes to sit by me at this school...or anywhere for that matter.' Drya thought as she quickly closed the video window before the person could take a look at her screen. Her eyes finally averted to the male who sat beside her. "Hi. I love your shoes." He spoke with a quick flash of a grin. But being socially-awkward Drya looked down to her shoes to double check which ones she was wearing; knee-high converse....right. "Th-thanks.
[/color] she stuttered, and tried to tuck her short hair behind her ear, though it failed and fell back into place. Strumming her fingers against the side of the coffee cup, Drya pulled the headphone out of the her ear, to be polite since she got distracted easily by a good song and would often begin to tap the rhythm to the song on either the guitar beat or the drums; or both if she was that bored. She glanced at the newcomer quickly, trying to see if she knew who he was...but his features didn't ring a bell. Though that was common for Drya as she spent most time at home, in the computer lab, the library, or in class; she didn't met knew people very often. After a small, brief silence she added, "Nice sweatshirt." But almost instantly regretted it, knowing that even for a genius person like her, that sounded very stupid. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - -
Today was crazy but tonight
the city is ours Tagged:: Marcus
Words:: 511
Outfit:: Peek-a-boo
Notes:: Sorry for the kinda-smallness, She's is so awkward and shy talking to new people since she isn't used to it lol
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Post by MARCUS GAVIN FISHER on Mar 4, 2011 22:24:23 GMT -5
---DAYS PASS--- [/color] ----time flies---- ---YOU DON'T REALIZE---[/size][/color] ----today you waste----[/font][/color][/size][/center] ---------------------------------- [/b][/center] At first, he wondered if the girl noticed her. It didn't seem as if she did, for she didn't even look up as he walked toward her and sat down. He was guessing she'd smile politely at his stupid, moronic comment and go back to whatever she was doing, something that was probably more important to her. So, he couldn't say he was surprised she showed no notice. He wouldn't say he'd be surprised if she just completely ignored him. Sure, he could be a charming guy, but he must have left his charm at home, for he just seemed like a complete idiot out here.
However, the girl surprised him by actually stopping whatever she was doing. She even took the iPod speaker out of her ear, which struck Marcus as a very polite thing to do. When he talked to strangers listening to music, they usually just turned it up louder to drown him out. After she glanced down at her shoes and thanked him, he gave her another grin, quite happy that she wasn't just being polite; she was also trying to be friendly. So he assumed, anyway.
When she commented on his sweatshirt, Marcus glanced down to see what he was wearing, realizing with yet another smile that he was copying her motion. "Oh, this? It was the first clean hoodie I found." He gave a small laugh, looking back up at her. "My favorite one has been stolen by my dog and is currently being used as a blanket." When he found his dog laying on it this morning, he soothed his rising anger by telling himself that it could be worse. His dog could have used it as a chew toy.
He glanced out across the sky, feeling the chill of winter and the upcoming storm. He loved moments like this, moments when it felt as if something big was about to happen. And, by big, he meant the storm that might soon be coming. It already felt and looked as if it might rain, and he hoped that it also brought the large amounts of lightning and wind that the radar said it would bring. He wished he could check his phone to see the current status of the storm, but he didn't want to seem rude. After all, if she stopped whatever she was doing, he could stop whatever he was doing.
"It looks pretty," he commented, pointing up at the clouds. "Those storm clouds, I mean." He instantly wished he could take it back. That was such a stupid thing to say. He had seen the looks on people's faces when he said it before. He could just see them thinking, 'He means this storm is pretty?' To him, storms were majestic, lovely, beautiful. He could almost picture them as an artist would a Van Gough painting, or whoever it was that artists enjoyed looking at. Ah, guess it comes with being a complete weirdo. After all, that's what he was and he knew it.
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