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Post by roman on Nov 19, 2011 7:35:37 GMT -5
There were a lot of things he wouldn't do. Roman Leroy McCalister wouldn't look someone in the eye for fear that they might see what was really there.. He wouldn't talk for fear that they might hear more than the words he said.. He wouldn't share his thoughts for fear of what they might think.. He wouldn't do a lot of things but standing here in the arboretum was one of the things he would do.
It was quiet out here, the soft sounds of nature were the only things he could hear for a long while. Long enough for it to lull him into a sense of safety and solitude. He leaned against a tree, resting his head of its bark and closing his eyes for a moment just to think... Think.. That was all he seemed to do these days. It was easier to be lost in thought than to face reality. With a reality like his, who would want it?
In his mind, he could imagine a world where things were different, perhaps even better. A world where no one knew him and he could be free. Where there was no need to change his name and run away, no need to explain and deny and beg for understanding. No, people weren't good for that. They couldn't understand, not really. Even if they pretended to or even tried to, it was hard to ignore especially when he couldn't do that himself.
So instead he stands here, against a tree. Something that lives and breathes and is solid enough to keep him from simply falling down and giving up altogether. The silence was deafening to some but to him it was heaven. No judgement, no past, no fears, no regrets.
NOTES: Warning, he is extremely quiet and very much a loner so anyone who joins should be warned, he probably won't talk or say very much :p
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Post by cam on Nov 21, 2011 17:12:52 GMT -5
 the eyes around me are so cold ,[/i][/color][/size][/font] w i t h e v e r y c h a n c e t h e y s t e a l m y s o u l. s o w a l k w i t h m e,
talk with me, hold my hand i'm stumbling. the consequence buries me alive.[/color][/font] cameron loved being around people, and loved watching usually sad people smile. all her friends were sad, joshua and andra. sicily was usually quiet and cam could see she was sad inside. erik and her tried to make their friends happy and smile. though cam didn't just try to make her 'clique' happy but the whole school, every human on earth. she knew how it was to be sad, though not for long. her mother died in a fire but her father told her that she'd live in cameron's heart. live on forever and ever and that she was with god. god would take care of her for them and as long as the two do what's right they'd be reunited with her mother. she found that helpful on moving on and being happy again. always happy. there just was no changing how happy cameron was.
she loved the outdoors, anywhere that wasn't a closed in building. where she could get away from a disaster. the thought of being in a room when a fire started, unable to leave the room without being engulfed in heat, red burning heat. it scared the poor girl half to death. it was really the only thing cam cam would ever be terrified of. not even the most cruelest of people scared cameron, cause people could change. get better. fire was always the same. engulfing things. murdering people. tearing up lives without even a care. fire would always be fire. but people could choose, some didn't but they still had that option. you could trust people but fire. no you could never trust it.
it was why the poor girl was outside, walking around. doing whatever it was she could do to stay from inside the school, from inside her room. not sure where she was going, just walking and hoping to find a person to speak with. to talk to. a person to keep her minds off the scary thoughts that sometimes found their way in. she tried to think of rainbows and kittens and skittles. of gollum and smeagol but those brought out thoughts of rings and fire pits and she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. usually lord of the rings was calming, today it was only making things worse.
finding her way into the arboretum she walked slowly through all the trees. they were so big and tall and beautiful. the tall trees made her smile. all beautiful living things like grass and trees made the very small girl smile. what made her sad was when evil things like fire destroyed those things. those people and precious living things that god created. as she walked she almost didn't notice roman but her eyes found him but she didn't realize it until she was a bit past and she realized that it was a person her eyes landed on. she turned around and walked back and stood in front of him. "hello i'm cameron but you can call me cam cam. not bam bam like dirty things or the boy from flintstones."
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i'm not hiding, no. it only hurts to breathe. my heart is tattooed on my sleeve.
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Post by roman on Nov 22, 2011 14:07:00 GMT -5
it was a beautiful morning. No one would deny that. The sky was clear, the sun provided just enough light. It looked nice, especially out here amongst all the trees and shrubs and various plant life. Roman could appreciate nature as much as the next person but he couldn't go as far as to say he loved being outside. No, it wasn't that. It was the quiet and calm and innate sense of freedom he got from simply being here. That was what he loved.
Unfortunately as we all have come to learn or will learn at some point in our lives, all good things must come to an end. Whether by design or just bad luck, it was how the world seem to work and Roman would accept it only because then there was a chance that it's opposite counterpart was also true and all bad things must come to an end to. In his case it had but still he had trouble coming to terms with it and accepting it. It never felt real enough to him.
The brunette opened his eyes for just a moment. Just long enough to notice the girl before closing for it, quietly hoping she might walk past him and not notice if he simply didn't move and to his surprise it seemed to work before she turned back around and the illusion finally shattered. Roman pushed himself off the tree and stood straighter, just looking at her as she introduced herself.
He looked her over for a moment, not saying a word, simply because he had decided he didn't like to anymore but that wasn't good enough. People didn't tend to accept silence. "Roman," he said, giving her his name while still not saying very much at all.
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Post by cam on Nov 23, 2011 10:36:48 GMT -5
the eyes around me are so cold , [/i][/color][/size][/font] w i t h e v e r y c h a n c e t h e y s t e a l m y s o u l. s o w a l k w i t h m e,
talk with me, hold my hand i'm stumbling. the consequence buries me alive.[/color][/font] the fact that the boy only said his name made poor cam want to frown. she just wasn't used to silence, and she didn't like it. silence usually meant that you weren't feeling okay. either physically or mentally and both made cam sad inside. of course she'd never tell anyone how sad they made her when they were sad. especially andra. andra made her sad often. not for any reason other than she never sees how beautiful she is or how amazing she is. yeah whenever andra denied that, cameron felt like a little piece of her died off. she could never admit to such a thing though, because that would only upset andra even more and her goal was to make people happy. not sad.
so she placed the smile on her face, which was always sincere, even when she didn't feel like smiling. smiling and laughing was contagious. just like yawning. just a bit better. talking was also contagious. if you didn't stop talking, or smiling or being happy, then the people around you would start smiling and being happy. right? right. exactly. and the fact that roman didn't talk much, made her want to help him. want to be his friend and make him happy. that was always her goal. to make them happy.
happiness was the key to life. right? right. yup. the key to life was happiness, or at least to cam anyway. she didn't let her sadness show to the boy but instead the happiness she always felt and showed to the world. "oh roman is a very pretty name. like the roman empire. i love it. so exotic or well no. not exotic. but uh i don't know. it's a great name."
[/color] she took a break from her rambling only to take in another deep breath and to continue. "how are you roman? i'm good but that doesn't mean your good cause you aren't talking much. plus i'm always good. never bad. nope never ever."[/color][/justify][/blockquote][/size] can you fix what's made to be broken ?[/i][/color][/size][/font] i c a n ' t f i x w h a t ' s m a d e t o b e. m y h e a r t i s t a t t o o e d o n m y s l e e v e
i'm not hiding, no. it only hurts to breathe. my heart is tattooed on my sleeve.
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