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Post by Matthew "Matt" Adams on Aug 13, 2009 13:18:00 GMT -6
,,come on, come on,,
i'll keep runnin till i burn out the sun,,
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Matt needed some coffee, and bad. He was groggy and tired. He hadn't been sleeping very well and had stayed up half the night playing around on his laptop. What else was there to do? Dreamer was probably going to be mad at him for not coming in the morning, but he couldn't help it. He had a pounding headache this morning as well, which wouldn't go away.
He entered the bookstore/coffee shop and smiled when the aroma of fresh ground coffee beans filled his nostrils, along with the scent of books. That had to be the best scent in the world, next to the barn of course. He walked up to the counter and began to look at the different drinks.
His drink of choice was a latte, with whipped cream on top. Matt used to hate coffee drinks with a passion, but he had grown to like them over the years from beign forced to drink some the morning after he went clubbing with his friends. Of course it didn't really help, but there was always that hope. He walked slowly over to an empty table next to a window. His eyes traveled along the faces in the small shop, then began to look out the window, at the passing faces. It was too early for him, but there seemed to be quite a few people out today.
Before he took a drink, he inhaled the aroma of the coffe. The warm liquid slid down his throat easily, and he licked the whipped cream from his upper lip. Matt's headache was still pouding in his head, but his grogginess seemed to be dissapating, which was one step to a better day. All he needed to do was just go home, change, and go out to the barn. Seeing Dreamer, and riding always seemed to make his headaches go away better than any medicine could.
ooc;; sorry, i'm not very good at posting first either. =p
outfit;; clicky click
*word count would go here*
music;; catch me - demi lovato
muse;; needs to grow and prosper
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Post by James Rowan on Aug 13, 2009 15:29:17 GMT -6
Bored... bored... bored... The words repeated theirselves in his head, so annoyingly loud that not even the music blasting from the CD player in the black Hummer (and he’d turned it up at least four times since leaving the house) could drown out the mental anguish he was currently going through. Why was it that there was apparently nothing to do on this day? It was still early, and James didn’t get bored easily... he almost always had something to do, whether it needed done or not.
Maybe it was because he was living alone for the first time... not just living alone, but living alone in a large mansion-like home, where he was used to having at least two or three other people around 24/7. Or possibly his boredom was due to the fact that he’d already done most of what he wanted to do today; he’d woken up about two hours prior and had washed the Hummer both inside and out. Ensuring that the black vehicle shone glossy on the outside and the leather interior was spotless. Jamie didn’t know... he was just restless and nothing could get it to leave him.
He drove through the town slowly, debating on whether or not to get something for breakfast. He wasn’t hungry, nor thirsty. However, when people are bored, they tend to eat or drink something just to have something to do. James cut the music down low as he turned the car around in a small parking lot and drove towards where he thought he remembered a small bookstore being... not that the place was just a bookstore, it also, if he remembered correctly, served quite good coffee... and right now, coffee sounded really good, considering it wasn’t his favorite drink in the world, but nor did he hate it... he was just picky.. No one could make coffee like he liked but one person, and that person was dead now. Even James couldn’t make it like he liked.
So, he chose the bookstore. He’d passed by it a few times, and had peeked inside once or twice... so he knew what they sold. With careful angling, James parked the Hummer close to the shop and stepped from the vehicle. He paused after closing and locking the car door to set the alarm on (one could never be too careful) and flip his sunshades down over his chocolate eyes before stepping off.
The nineteen year old cut quite a figure with his shorter height, stockier build, and style of dress. He dressed and moved in a way that screamed confident and ‘rich’... and though he wasn’t conceited or self-absorbed by nature, he seemed to project it at times before his easy smile and infectious laugh would come out and shake away the idea of him being some arrogant rich guy who looked down on other people.
Today he’d decided to wear his dreadlocked hair in a very loose band at the nape of his neck, the band just there to ensure that the long brown hair didn’t fly in his face. A stylish and obviously expensive hat (black in color with an unidentifiable white design etched into the side and a flat bill) sat on his head, halfway covering the white bandana that he also wore. The black t-shirt wasn’t overly tight, but nor was it loose enough to hide his well built figure. It hid most of his tattoos, but not all of them, as the ones on his arms and neck could still be seen. His jeans were, on first glance, old and raggedy, but if one looked close enough it was apparent that they had been bought like that, and had probably cost a fair bit. The dark blue denim was faded in places and there were stylish rips placed strategically. The bottoms were frayed, but not from wear, it was just the way they were made. James wore a black and silver belt a nice pair of black boots that were custom made just for him.
His piercings were all in and his eyes once more were outlined in black eyeliner, as was his usual. Jamie had a wristband around his left wrist and a heavy silver watch hung loosely on his right. Fingerless gloves covered his hands. A rust-colored chain hung from his belt-loops, attaching loosely to each loop as it snaked its way around his waist, below his actual belt. In all, he struck quite a figure.
After pausing just before the entrance to the shop to make sure his clothes weren’t too out of place (Jamie did like looking good, though often, his version of what was ‘good’ was rather... skewed... but somehow he always seemed to make things work for him) he opened the door and walked inside, barely hearing the jangle that went off to alert the patrons and public that another had entered.
James brushed off the feeling that he was an outsider to these people and allowed his eyes to flick around to each table and person, pausing on each individual for a moment before moving away. He straightened his shoulders and let a small, mocking sort of smirk cross his lips as he strode up to the counter that served the coffee. It wasn’t how he liked acting, but after years of watching and learning from his father, he’d realized that sometimes one had to act in certain ways to get what they wanted. Inwardly, Jamie felt disgusted at himself as he ordered his coffee, telling the girl just how it was to be fixed and ensuring that she knew it front to back before he walked away, towards where the rows of books.
James let the smirk fall from his face as soon as he was hidden within the books. A sigh escaped from parted lips and ended in a half-laugh as he thought about how proud his father would have been at his acting skills just then. He could most certainly act the part of an arrogant rich teen, but he most definitely was not arrogant... or conceited, or anything like that... not by any means. Muse is overflowing...
It’s a bit longer than my average, and not that good at the beginning, but I must admit, I do like the ending... [/size] |
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Post by Matthew "Matt" Adams on Aug 13, 2009 21:24:01 GMT -6
,,come on, come on,,
,,i'll keep running until i burn out the sun,,
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The next guy who entered the small store caught his attention. He definitely didn't look like he would be in a bookstore, even if it did have amazing coffee. Matt tried not to stare, but he couldn't help not study him. His hair was worn in dreadlocks, and they were pulled back with a loose band. Involuntarily, he smoothed his own hair, which he had straightened this morning. He had piercings and was wearing...eyeliner? Matt shook his head at himself, but he did rather enjoy people watching. And he noticed the tattoos that went up and down his arms. He could never get a tattoo, and he had no desire to. Matt didn't even have any desire to get anymore piercings, but he loved his snake bites, and his parents had about nearly killed him when he came home one day with them.
But he noticed, strangely, the look worked for the boy. Matt knew he could never pull off something like that, and looked down at his black skinny jeans, grey tight-fitting shirt, and white DC shoes. He took another drink and took and sighed a contented sigh. The other walked up to the counter, walking like he owned the world. He clearly voiced his order front and back. The poor girl working looked as if she was about to start bawling at any moment, and as he turned and walked away, Matt noticed a smirk that he wanted to wipe of the cocky boy's face. He appeared to be rich, and acted like it too. Of course Matt wasn't poor by any means, but he didn't flaunt it so easily.
Maybe he was over reacting? He did tend to judge other's too easily, and it was something that he hated about himself. But he was most often right. He hoped that if he ever did get a chance to talk to the boy he would prove him wrong. But maybe Matt just needed to quit worrying about everyone else. He got up to browse around the books and cut into a isle, where he almost ran into the other boy, and almost spilling his drink. "Shit, sorry about that." Matt muttered.
ooc;; i thought it was really good all the way through. =)
music;; magic - selena gomez
muse;; is getting better. =)
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Post by James Rowan on Aug 14, 2009 13:23:00 GMT -6
James browsed through the books slowly, his lips forming a small smile, genuine this time, not a smirk or anything of the like. His fingers trailed over the books spines. He enjoyed reading, to be honest. It was relaxing, and he loved getting caught up in each adventure that the books held. The books were in no particular order, he realized as he looked over them all. Kilkenny... Riders of Lost Creek... Dragonquest... Hills of Homicide... Where the Red Fern Grows... Yeah, definitely not in any particular order.
The short teen reached up at long last and pulled down a book that he could barely reach from the top shelf, while cursing his height under his breath. He glanced at the title, taking it in without really reading it (Eldest), as he'd read the book twice before. It wasn't really a book a person would honestly think a guy would willingly read more than once, as it was big on fantasy and didn't have a lot of battles, blood, or major fighting in it, but nonetheless, it was a good read due to it having several intense plots. It was just a good book, that was all there was to it.
Opening said tome to the fifteenth chapter, he glanced over the written words, the smile on his face widening slightly as he reread the sentences. Within moments he was engrossed in the text, regardless of the fact that he’d already seen it in his minds eye. James pictured himself in the main characters place, enjoying the way he imagined the air smelling, the peoples voices yelling loudly or speaking lowly... the dragon’s thoughts merging with his own... it was amazing how books could light a spark within a person that no other thing could.
So into the text he was, James didn’t hear the approaching sound of footsteps. If he had, he would have moved out of the way instead of standing in the aisle reading. However, he didn’t. What he did hear, though, were the spoken words and the slosh of coffee as it managed to somehow stay in the cup when the other teen and almost ran into him. Startled by the close encounter, the nineteen year old leapt back, the book sliding from his hands to land on the floor. His hands rose instinctively as if to keep the hot liquid from hitting his face, though, of course, he only succeeded in looking quite off when the drink didn’t spill and come flying at him like he’d expected. Instead, Jamie’s arm jostled his shades and the dark sunglasses went flying from his face to hit the bookshelf and land on the floor a few feet away.
“Watch it!” He spoke, Spanish accent thick, before thinking, his voice sharp and defensive as he looked down at his shirt and jeans just to make sure that nothing had been accidentally spilled. Thankfully, nothing had been damaged. [/size] Muse is good...
Sorry it's so much shorter than my other post... [/center] |
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Post by Matthew "Matt" Adams on Aug 14, 2009 21:39:50 GMT -6
,,come on, come on,,
,,i'll keep running until i burn out the sun,,
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Matt felt horrible when he obviously scared the other. His book felt to the ground with a loud thud, and somehow his sunglasses managed to get dislodged from his head and hit the bookshelf opposite of them. The other looked a bit odd when his hands had gone up to shield his face. He yelled at Matt in a thick Spanish accent, which surprised Matt. " Maybe if you hadn't been standing in the middle of the isle." He retorted softly as he bent down to pick up the book. Eldest. Of course he had heard of it before, who hadn't? Eragon, and the third, Brisinger. He just hadn't found the time to read them yet.
He handed the book back to the other teen. "Is that a good triology? I haven't gotten a chance to read them yet." He said with grin. Matt remembered when he had spent his time devouring books, writing endless poems and stories, acting as if his own life was a story. Sometimes he even thought in third person. And he was always listening to music. Then, of course, things began to change for him, and it wasn't for the better.
The wrong crowd was calling to him, and he remembered his first party, passed out on the floor, his new friends pracitcally dragging him to one of their places to spend the night, calling his mom and letting her know where he was at at least. Then his riding carreer had practically ended. And then one thing led to another and here he was now, in some small town. He had already gone clubbing, had a one night stand, and managed to almost spill coffee on some poor, innocent stranger who happened to be standing in the wrong spot at the wrong time.
ooc;; it's fine. =)
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