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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Mar 4, 2013 21:41:06 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████
The misty rain shower fell down from the grayed heavens, yet it felt like it was hitting him on all ends. When the rainfall increased in intensity, dropping many fat raindrops, he could clearly see the rain arching towards him and pelting him. Long before the storm worsened, his hair had already begun to stick to his face. It was only getting worse by this point. Kittim had long since given up on using an umbrella since it did nothing to keep him dry. Already put into a foul mood, the young blonde stomped down the pier only to trip into a puddle. His palms slammed down against the wet pavement, clenched teeth holding back the sounds of anger he wished to unleash into the rainy evening. Nevertheless, he held them back as he pushed himself back to his feet. The past few days weren’t exactly the best and they weren’t getting better. Not. At. All. He had only one thing to be thankful for and that was that he had been miraculously healed. Tawny eyes fell to the smooth skin of his arm, finger tips brushing over the smooth, flawless skin lightly. He may have recovered the perfection of his skin; however, it came with more of a price than he would have liked. Kittim’s life was as altered as his body which felt suddenly strange and foreign to him. At first, all the changes were invigorating, but now they were strange and frightening. Everything was louder, clearer and more vivid. It was like a bad high. The worst part had to be the way the rain seemed attracted to him. It was so frustrating, more than anything else. He had spent hours on his hair and now it all went to waste. He heaved a sigh with the hopes that it would be enough to calm his anger. It wasn’t so the blonde settled for stomping down the pier until he decided to just plop himself on a bench, laying his head back against it. This was stupid. He should have stayed home. Why didn’t he? Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave. April 24th. 348. Fisher.
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Post by fisher on Mar 5, 2013 6:11:01 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] i remember all those wild flowers... The one thing I can't get back is the one thing I miss. Santa Monica pier was one of Skyler's favorite places in Los Angeles. She came here often, but it was usually for the amusement park rides, and she wasn't afraid to admit it. The fishy smell of the ocean always irritated her, and now, with the waves getting churned by the vigorously falling rain, the smell was ten times worse. She began to question her motives for coming out here in such weather, but shook her head to stop herself. She should know better than to try and figure her thought process out... It was her own, and even she didn't get it, at times. Completely unprepared and blissfully oblivious, anyway, she strutted along the vacant boardwalk. The place's emptiness left a feeling of foreboding in her gut, but she chose to ignore it. Nothing bad had happened to her yet, and she didn't like thinking that it might start now. As she walked through the rain, the weather felt a bit cooler than it probably was. The downpour, and the fact that Skyler left her legs exposed to it, both contributed to that. She shivered a bit and pulled her hood over her head. Eventually, she had walked far enough in the atrocious weather - well, at least, that was what she started thinking to herself. Not exactly intending to walk all the way back yet, Skyler turned and started toward the benches along the pier's edge. She sat in an empty one, assuming they all were, and rested her chin in her hand, her elbow laying on the armrest at her side. This was a marvelous waste of time, but at least Skyler didn't think that way. To her, everything happened for a reason, and she was going to find out what that reason was! She just... needed a rest first. But, before she could actually start to relax - if you could really call it that with thick drops of rain splashing onto your face every millisecond - she had caught the sight of something peculiar out of the corner of her eye. Blinking, she turned slowly toward the bench beside the one she'd sat at. From above, the rain fell in steady streams, splashing to the ground and water in its usual way, but.... around this stranger, the droplets seemed to dance and swirl. It was as if they gravitated toward him, and Skyler found this fascinating, to say the least. All she could do was stare. At first, her eyes were wide and her mouth agape, but after a second or two, her expression softened and she grinned excitedly. "Wow..." she gasped out, leaning over the edge of her bench to get a better look at the person. "Are you an angel?"kittim curtis . TAGGED
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sara buxton, innocence. LYRICS
a pale blue hoodie and darker blue skirt that reaches down just shy of her knees . OUTFIT
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