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[Rated R]

g a i t e s : l a r k
activity) noticing parker's worry; suddenly being hit with an unexpected wave of sadness
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gaites felt this boy's worries through his grasp,
she had no reason to want to return to the past.

her eyes glazed over, feeling a wave of grief fall over her,
that tumultuous emotion sweeping off her bright cover.

face changing, she had no control,
hands curling and cupping gently around each other in a comforting role.

the rose wisped away from her face like a tear,
clutching her cheek and dripping down to make the glint of wetness appear.

then it was not just an analogy, but now a reality,
her pretty innocent face, her optimistic mentality.

g o n e.
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| Oh my gosh, Liddi. That last poem, it just...it brought me to tears. Why, I don't know, but it was so beautiful.
I apologize for this crappy post |

[Rhapsodii___x]

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[ activity: exploring; greeting Mickey ]

One step, then another
brings her closer to a new world
new faces,
new chances.
Her excitement incomprehensible,
yet the tremor in her short legs
do little to disguise
an anxious soul.

Her name a pleasant chime,
a melodious sound
that resounds in her head
crowned by short blonde hair.
With the sudden collision of blue and blue
her breath escapes her
unnecessary in this moment of awe
a small pond but a safe haven.

A mental note is made.

To her surprise, amongst the sea is a face
pallid like the moon with eyes like the sky.
He glows in the sunlight,
enraptured by the sight before him.
Like her.
Like her.

This is her moment,
the perfect chance to escape her shell.
"Hello," her voice escapes before she can stop it.
Now it has begun, and there is no turning back.
"Belle, my name is Belle."

Just like she rehearsed.

[Make_a__Scene]

.::Mckenzie Summers::.

The battle for The Painter's conscious state was won
And only by a chaste hello
Inwardly he was startled
Outwardly he was unimpressed and remained distant
His fingers ached for paint
Hands restless to create and recreate the surrounding paradise
Still he turned
Because his conscious state had been won
And there was a different her
A her that wasn't his shotgun partner
Not that it mattered
Nothing really mattered
Walden Pond mattered
Creating something that was his own mattered

The click, click, click
Of his nervous tick
Resounded before he himself spoke
The metal of his lip rings against
The enamel of his teeth
A wrinkle of his nose
Not much more emotion
Showed
The Painter replied, "Mckenzie."
(Often shortened to Mickey)
And walked, fully expecting to be followed
Wasn't that the purpose of these shotgun partners?
His unconventional mind was already gestating an equally unconventional plan
This was tricky...

.::Responding to Belle and following the group::.

[crescent + cheep]

am I supposed to post ? :cc

[abandoned.]

Vᴇsᴛᴀ Rᴀᴇʟʏɴ Wᴇsᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ
✞
❝ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ᶤᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˢᵃᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶤᶰ˒
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃᶰ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉ ᶤˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ❞

activity: unsure of what to do
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she saw him walking towards her
at least she was sure it was her
her head turned to glance over her shoulder briefly
seeing that not a soul was behind her

a breath escaped her lips
and she turned forward once more
so she could greet this stranger
a stranger she was to trust for the duration of the trip

once near, she stood, taking note of how his lips
curved slightly, though the emotion associated with such movement
didn't quite reach his eyes

silently she stood, her lips firm
unsure of what she was to do or say

(( asian's is on the last page :3 ))

[crescent + cheep]

ａｚａｌｅａ ａｎｄｅｒｓｏｎ
finding out nebraska is her pair

Why isn't she talking to me?
it's alright,
I have my fairy.

I don't need her to talk,
don't need to walk her walk.
I can go it alone.


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ｘａｖｉｅｒ ｆｅｒｎａｎｄｅｓ
finding vesta

"hi" he said,
finding his voice,
not his first choice.

He didn't want to say,
not stay,
but her silence; his decisions sway.

Vesta Westwood
a quiet girl?

somehow it didn't fit,
but it wasn't his business,
after all.


sorry :C

[lycr]

Ｎｅｌｓｏｎ • Ｌｅｅ
[➳ action|following group, reminiscencing ] [➳ poem type |free-verse]
In hindsight, it would have been a boring place
-To put it nicely-
Without his electronics
Without the help of technology to get through his day
“this place teaches people stuff.” they had told him
when he had expressed his doubts
about going
"I can't fish."
"I can't swim."
"I don't have good endurance for hiking."
he had said.
“and not in the literal sense.
it would be good for you.
The fresh air and the wildlife.
The counselors are nice, too.”
without my computer? Without my technology?
Nelson had thought,
Inwardly, he suppressed a shudder.
This would take some getting used to. It would be easier just to say-
no, thank you.
But-
“thank you,” he said shyly, politely-
A faint smile had been on his face
A fake smile had been on his face

[111misc]

{Hey guys, just a reminder to those haven't posted and are leaving their partners hanging; please write. It's important to me, at least, that I get to keep this role play, because the concept is very dear to me. If you really hate this, if you're very bored, or too busy...pm me, telling me you are dropping. Don't just vanish. If you are interested, still, like I am, pm me, too. Depending on how many of you feel as if you can't do this anymore I'll redo it with those of us who still enjoy the poetry. Thank you, and guys; come on. Let's get real here. Murder is not okay. Don't kill my thread. <3 Thanks}

[abandoned.]

(( haha it's okay merc  ^-^ ))

Vesta Raelyn Westwood
activity: talking to Xavier, following others

a voice spoke from beside her,
she looked over in mild surprise,
having forgotten about the boy 
who stood beside her. 

solitude was all she really cared for
she didn't see why she had to have someone to look after her
after all, she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself
perhaps they were worried about him?

blinking, she nodded towards him
a quiet, one syllable word muttered
greeting him, just as he had

her hands stuffed into the pockets 
of her coat, she glanced about, seeing
the class move forward
automatically following
and trailing
behind.

(( I'll put it in my normal post format after I get home and if I get the chance to. ))

[indebted]

i feel so evil, half abandoning this...don't worry! i shall post on!

Autumn
{activity: scooting over to Mickey rather awkwardly
her eyes communicated
her throat didn't thrum
only a bare murmur was forced out

he wouldn't understand
a painter, it seemed
still wouldn't understand her vows of silence

she wasn't challenged in her throat
it was her own vows
that changed her into this beast of a girl

she will not speak
she shall not talk
she will never sing again

her past remains hidden
and a song should be spun
a song for her woes and sorrow

but enough of her own
she fixes the boy
with a glare

she's careful to watch
the pond's surroundings
always on alert

she manages a strangled hello
signs out the rest of the sentence
'hello, i'm autumn'

then ignores the boy
flips her hair over one shoulder
and forgets everything she just did