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Post by adelyn james on Apr 11, 2009 22:47:43 GMT -5
you wake up, it's raining and it's monday.
[/size][/color] looks like one of those rough days
.[/font][/i]  time's up, you're late again, so get out the door.[/size][/color] sometimes you feel like running
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Post by tripp on Apr 12, 2009 15:25:46 GMT -5
Brett sighed, running a hand through his hair. There was sand and sweat tangled in there. And he smelled like smoke. He skin was burning and he was already shirtless. He took both his hands and ruffled his hair is a vain attempt to clean it out. The day wasn't over and he was already missing a bloody shower. He wanted to know where they were. He looked out to the ocean and just saw nothing. The world was actually nothing to him. He didn't have anything of great importance. except maybe his little sister. he pursed his lips, thinking about her- little Sharyn. Blonde angelic hair and gray eyes. God, her eyes always had him thinking about a storm- just before it hit, the color of the clouds. He was getting restless here. The only sound were the kids muttering to each other. It was getting to him. He ran his hand through his hair again and marched off into the jungle. He knew there had to be a river around here someone. If there wasn't, they were all screwed.
He heard it before he found it. He used his shirt as a rag, wetting it and using it to wipe down his face. It was cold but he didn't care. It was hot and he was feeling antsy. He sighed and shook his head. He only had so many boxes of cigarettes in this luggage- he hadn't been allowed to smoke for a whole day now. He muttered a few bad words before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket that he had tucked away after the plane crash. He went to light it, inhaling the fumes before he realized there was someone near him. He looked over to see one of the girls that tagged along. She was younger, much younger and he'd never paid attention to her before, "Erm.. hello." He muttered, exhaling the smoke.
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Post by adelyn james on Apr 12, 2009 15:46:38 GMT -5
you wake up, it's raining and it's monday.
[/size][/color] looks like one of those rough days
.[/font][/i] time's up, you're late again, so get out the door.[/size][/color] sometimes you feel like running
.[/font][/i] -----*-----[/size] [/center] [/b] she'd never met him before; she was sure of that. adelyn did noticed that he looked a lot older than her, though. she sighed, running her hand through her hair once more before shrugging this off. of course he was older than her... she was a freshman. that didn't mean she couldn't act older, though. glancing back to the water, adelyn tried her hardest to not pay the smoke any mind. "when did you get here?" was the only other thing she managed to get out of her mouth. word count: 496 tagged: brett/open outfit: Clickiecredit: haley loser face ` at caution 2.0 for the template. status: done jams: always find your way (hannah montana) [/size][/font][/ul] |
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