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Post by blake on Jan 3, 2010 20:15:02 GMT -5
IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD ---
for aleron only aka private thread.
The sole of his shoes echoed along as he walked on one of the paths of the parks. Italy had been different from what he had expected, but it wasn’t like he was complaining. He was still getting used to the feel of the country. It was different from England; however, there were things the same about both. There were the old streets and kind people… or so he thought. He let a troubled sigh escape his lips. The poor guy hadn’t talked to anyone in ages! Maybe it was just him being an antisocial party, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t talk to at least someone these days. Nope, it seemed that everyone had their own business to take care of.
He narrowed his eyes – as he turned the corner – at an innocent bench as if it was an enemy of war. Of course, he wasn’t really-… no, it was true. The poor innocent bench was getting glared at for no reason at all! Oh, but Blake just shrugged his shoulders after a moment of war that ended up with a crown topped on his head and new throne. He plopped down on the bench as if it were his royal throne of his own imaginary kingdom. No one would know he what he was thinking, but he was sure that a few weird looks must have been given his way. That didn’t matter… well, only if it wasn’t for the fact that it kept everyone away from him again. Nice job, Blake… nice job.
He leaned back a bit with his arms over the back of the bench and his eyes closed. The wind was light, but he could still feel it. A small smirk crawled onto his lips as he realized that his prediction of today’s weather was true. Even right down to the few clouds in the sky… what a weatherman! At this moment, he’d have his older brother laughing his head off if Blake said anything. Of course, Blake would just stare and wonder what was so damn funny to be laughing that hard, but whatever. The world would go round either way…
ooc: - short posts... ftw.
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Post by ALERON BEAU VALERAY on Jan 3, 2010 20:58:10 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -IT'S TIME TO GO SO PUT ON ALL YOUR CLOTHESwe're running late and we both know- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -U sually work at the academy was almost impossible to get away from. For almost all the school staff. But the silver haired man was lucky enough to catch a break. Lately he hadn't really been able to go anywhere that wasn't the school. Sure most would like to go see the sites of Milan, but he preferred to lounge around at the park. It was just a place where you'd think of him to be. Aleron never fit in much with the city crowd, he was fine with, the simple things in life...or so you could say. Though natural attraction to the place wasn't the only reason he came here. He'd most likely not run into anyone he knew, which was a good thing to him. Not to mention the gorgeous weather!
Despite being alone he looked quite pleased. Aleron had most of his hair tied back with some still framing his face. His attire consisted of a pale blue t-shirt with an unbuttoned button up shirt over that. A pair of light gray faded jeans and a pair of white sneakers covered his bottom half. As he walked he held up his grandmother's journal so he could read and his silver framed glasses rested upon his nose. Some people gave him weird looks and he heard a few children ask their parents how he could walk and read at the same time. He just smiled and minded his own business. Her stuffed one hand into his pocket and continued to let his eyes scan the pages, reading the word's which he knew by heart. This was most likely the gazillionth time he had read the old journal. For some reason he just couldn't get enough.
Soon enough he was getting tired of having to glance up every now and then so he wouldn't bump into anyone. He caught the site of a nearby bench, a person was already on it, but eh could care less. It was a place to rest after all. making his way to the bench he gracefully sat down at the end. "Excuse me." he said to the man with red hair without looking over. Aleron looked around a bit before soon returning to the journal. He was about mid-way and he'd probably finish it by the end of the day if he had enough free time.
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'CAUSE YOU'VE GOT YOUR PLANS
and you know that i have mine
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word count; 393
notes; XD hehe
listening to; let u go by ashley parker angel
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Post by blake on Jan 4, 2010 16:25:35 GMT -5
IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD ---
for aleron only aka private thread.
He had his daydreaming moment, but it didn’t last long as he was slightly interrupted by a guy’s voice. His eyes snapped open before moving his arms off the bench so the guy could sit without worrying of Blake being all over ‘im. Instead of really looking at his guest, his eyes wondered down towards the journal in his hands. He perked up slightly, but didn’t ask about it… as it could just be a private matter. His attention moved down to his thick golden ring which he decided to wear today. It had been his grandmother’s gift to her husband… but now, Blake wore it. He never really knew his grandfather as he had hit the dirt a bit too early for him to remember. Sighing, he glanced back over towards his guest. This just possibly might be a chance where he could stir up a conversation, but just what should he say?
“umm…” Oh just great! He finally opened his mouth and nothing seemed to get out of it. Maybe it was just some kind of moment of ‘there isn’t anything in the world to talk about’ for Blake, but he usually came up with something. He, however, wasn’t really much of a chatterbox… so anyone who knew him knew that there wasn’t much you could expect for him to say. “whatcha reading?” Blake finally decided that there was enough of a pause there and went with a question he seriously was curious about. Though, his attention didn’t really stand on the poor guy for long. His glaze turned up towards the sky above them with his thoughts starting to wonder.
He wondered if the sky would really ever fall… or when the Earth’s final days really will be. ‘See it and believe it…’ aye, nanny. He smiled a bit and looked back at the guy with quite the curious face on. “I’m Blake… by the way.” His English accent seemed to have rubbed in a bit too much when he introduced himself, but it was just second nature to him. It wasn’t like he was suddenly going to sprout wings and fly.
ooc: - i don't like this post. =/ i need to get use to Blake still... haha. xD
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Post by ALERON BEAU VALERAY on Jan 4, 2010 17:23:35 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -IT'S TIME TO GO SO PUT ON ALL YOUR CLOTHESwe're running late and we both know- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A t first Aleron just ignored the man next to him, and the fact that he had moved him arms from the back of the bench. He appreciated it, though there was no need to say 'thank you' it was obvious to any person that it would be a nice thing to do. Looking down at the journal his face turned into an angry and also a bit saddened expression. He was at the part in which he hated most. The part which he usually skipped over, though for some reason he decided to read through it today. Still as he started to read it he couldn't bare but to do ti anymore and turned to the spot where it returned to a normal state. The book he held in his hands made him feel all those types of emotions, whether they'd be joy or sadness. The story of one's life was always like that. Always a roller coaster. The silver haired boy heard a sigh though ignored it. If the man had a problem with him then it would be best to be straightforward. And even if there is no problem, Aleron doesn't catch on too quick with hints and such.
Following the sigh was something a little more obvious, though it still didn't help very much. He glanced over at the red haired man and their eyes met for a second before Aleron's gaze returned to the story. "What the hell does umm mean?" he though to himself. Right as he reached the middle of the page he was interrupted again. Wanting to finish the current entry he was on, he again ignored the man. Though it wasn't to be rude, it would only take him a few seconds until he- done. He slipped his bookmark into the book. He only had about a third of the book to go. Though not loud enough for others whom were far away, the sound that came from the book when he closed it quickly would definitely reach the person beside him. "A journal."
Pulling his glasses off and placing them on the collar of his shirt he looked over to the man again. His own expression probably seemed blank compared to the curious one staring back at him. Blake. So that was his name. He seemed a bit odd. "Aleron..by the way." he mimicked, though instead of an english accent his laced with a light trace of french.
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'CAUSE YOU'VE GOT YOUR PLANS
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word count; 408
notes; not so happy with mine either
listening to; leavin by jesse mccartney
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Post by blake on Jan 9, 2010 20:22:12 GMT -5
IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD ---
for aleron only aka private thread.
This is awkward… It was the kind of awkward silence that made him feel like he should say something, but there really wasn’t anything to say. Flat out silence… that was really all it was and some magical people seem to open up and turn it into a fun house. Like his brother for example… that guy seemed to get everyone talking. Blake shifted slightly, but pulled back his head to rest up and stare at the sky. There wasn’t really much to talk about… and if this continued, poor Blake will surely be in trouble. He could go on and talk about the weather, but it wasn’t like his guest would really care much about it. Blake had to remember that not everyone liked talking about such things. Even his Boss seemed to have taken talking about weather as a ‘pain in the ass’ or so he says.
He muffled up a sigh before perking back up as the guy actually answered his question. It was a short and straight to the point answer that Blake really didn’t know what to reply with. He was just going to say some kind of short and simple stuff, but it seemed that it would just end in some kind of awkward moment again. Scratching the back of his head lightly, he searched for some kind of simple answer to keep this conversation going. “That’s cool…?” Shit, there seriously wasn’t anything to say! He searched his mind for something, but nothing really came. It was just silence all over again and Blake wasn’t liking this.
He glanced over again when he heard the journal close and narrowed his eyes for a moment just to end up having the guy introduce himself. A half-hearted smile took to his lips and he nodded. “Nice to meet you, Aleron.”
ooc: - awkward silence isn't going well with my muse. >.<
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