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Post by madisyn mitchell on Aug 27, 2008 1:38:40 GMT -5
Really, Madisyn needed to get out. She was getting, like, cabin fever. Of course, she wasn’t totally sure of the phrase’s meaning. It had been heard in passing, and from the context, a definition was made up in her mind. If it really did work, then that was great. But, yeah, it didn’t really matter much. Just getting out mattered. The only downfall? The cold weather. Getting cold was a relatively easy task for her, and she hated it. Winter was her favorite season though, because the snow was always so pretty, and it was easier to get warm when you were cold than to get cool when you were hot. It was also better because of snow days, but since she was out of school that didn’t matter. Being out of school was good though. To her, it had become a waste of time, mainly because she did pretty good. It was boring. But, hey, it wasn’t an issue anymore, so whatever. It was time to focus on what to do anyway. The pink haired girl sat on her bed, the list of places to go passing through her mind. The park? It’d be cold, but it was always fun. Yeah, that was where she’d go.
With the time being only 2:30 in the afternoon, Syn wasn’t dressed yet. She had only woken up an hour and a half ago. She got up off her bed and stood there for a few seconds just looking around her room. Then Madisyn looked around her room for stuff to wear. There were piles of clothes everywhere, and she had no idea where anything was. She threw off the old t-shirt she had slept in, and kicked off her pajama pants. She reached down into a pile of clothes, and slid a pair of jeans up her legs. After she put them on, she threw a band tee over her torso. Her shoes were where they always were, so now she was going to worry about her makeup and all that. The girl decided against using a lot, so she just wore a little eyeliner and eye shadow, both black. Her lips were coated with a layer of pink tinted lip gloss, obviously nowhere near as pink as her hair. Her hair could probably be seen from a mile away. Looking at the things she had on a table, Madisyn grinned as she spotted a tiara. Oh, it had been forever since she wore it. It was pretty expensive, but she had loved it so much she saved up for it. Today just seemed like a good day to wear it too. Next she grabbed a necklace that was a skeleton. A Hello Kitty-like skeleton, to be exact. That was soon followed by a pair of aviators, which completed her outfit. Well, besides the other stuff she needed. Like a jacket and shoes.
Syn grabbed her jacket off a chair before walking out to the apartment’s living room. Her shoes were in there right next to the front door, which was where she left them. After slipping them on, she grabbed her bag and left, locking up before walking to the elevator. Yeah, her aunt would throw a shitfit if they got robbed, and it would be all her fault. So, yeah, that was to be avoided. It didn’t take long to get to the lobby, and after stepping outside she learned it was snowing slightly. Yay snow! Wait, which way was the park again? It took her a second to remember because she was still half asleep. Turning in that direction, eyes fell upon her as she walked. An eighteen year old girl with bright pink hair and a tiara wasn’t normal, and everyone knew that. Hell, she herself wasn’t normal, but you couldn’t tell by just looking at her. You’d think she was just one of those spoiled kids that got everything they wanted. Not true. But, people talk, so whatever. Her name had been in more rumors than she’d liked. Why? Because she was different. Madisyn hated the girls who talked about the ones they didn’t like. She had done it to though, so she was more or less being a hypocrite. She was a hypocrite in a lot of ways, but not many people ever seemed to catch on. It was one of those things that people seemed so damn oblivious to. It just made everything easier.
Finally the park was right in front of her, and a smile curved on Syn’s lips. It was such a lovely place. Oh, and guess what she had in her bag? A coloring book! Yeah, she was a dork and carried a coloring book with her. It was only in that bag, and she had about a million, so it was excusable. Kind of. Walking into the park a ways, a table was soon spotted. It was under a few trees, so it would be clear of most snow. Only she would color while it was snowing. Her hands would be freezing, but she’d still color. Forgot to mention crayons. She carried those too. Not a lot, but some. Enough to make a decent picture. Madisyn skipped over to the table, putting her bag on the surface. First she placed her phone down, making sure there were no messages before the coloring book was taken out. The girl grinned when she saw the cover. It was Spongebob. That was, like, the best show ever. A small box of crayons was produced from the bottom of the bag, and she instantly opened them up and flipped to a random page before coloring. This was an odd site, no doubt. I mean, who expects to see some kid coloring in the park on a snowy winter day? No one. Unless maybe you’re one of her friends.
Word Count: 973
Tag: Open
Song: Bitch I Stole Yo' Purse
Artist: Wendy Ho
Notes: It's halfway decent! :D
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Post by kyler on Aug 27, 2008 1:43:50 GMT -5
i've become
what a mother wouldn't want in a son
and i have done a few things i regret
but practice makes perfect
practice makes perfect sense to me
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ever since he was a little boy kyler's favorite season had been winter. living on the east coast he'd almost always seen snow every winter and loved the white frozen rain much more than the hot blistering sun of summer. in fact, his first memory, or one of the first, was him running around out in the snow with his mother and father. he remembered his father and mother starting a mini snowball fight in their front yard and then his mother and him making a snowman along with little snow angels. at the end of the day they would all come back inside and his father would read him a story and they would drink hot chocolate. it was all cliche in a way but kyler couldn't help but cling to the memory. he wouldn't tell anybody that, of course, he was supposed to hate his father, and he did most of the time.. but when those memories came out the little boy in kyler came out as well and he missed his father, the father that loved his mother and read his first born son stories.
this was the first thought that popped into his head as he woke up, groggy and rubbing his eyes, and looked out of his bedroom window. the snow wasn't coming down hard or anything, but you could just see the fluffy-like flakes falling down onto a busy new york street, some of it sticking while others just melted instantly. a soft grin formed on his features when he saw this before he heard his roommates start bitching again and he frowned, remembering the reason he had woken up in the first place. although it had been nice moving out of his mom's apartment and away from the crying and depression the house carried but the privacy he had back in the old apartment had been great. here, his roommates were loud and obnoxious and had no respect for a person who was sleeping in the room next to him. don't get him wrong, his roommates were some of his best friends and bandmates but... they could honestly learn a lesson in how to be curteous to others.
a sigh escaped his lips and rubbed his eyes again. "guess it's time to wake up," he grumbled to himself, standing up and allowing the blankets and sheets to fall off his body and half onto the bed, half onto the floor and reveal his pale bare chest and plaid boxers (yes, he was so stylish). kyler didn't bother to adjust it or even try to make up the bed, his room was always in varying degrees of disaster zone. clothes piled everywhere, posters put up all over the place along with random pictures, a british flag thrown over the other window in his room as a makeshift curtain. shaking his black hair out of his face he looked around the room before he grabbed some clothes and started for the hallway. opening the door, he was greated with his roomates' noise at a louder level and he grouned. what the hell were they doing? not bothering to go and check, he turned around and headed for the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. next he turned on the water of the shower and stripped out of his boxers before sliding into the warm spray of the water.
after his shower he decided it was time that he got dressed because, well, going around naked in the middle of winter had never really been socially acceptable, even in new york where everyone was crazy. his attire was nothing special, though, a pair of tight black skinny jeans with a white avenged sevenfold t-shirt, some black slip on vans that he'd doodled on with a silver metallic sharpie and a black jacket to keep him warm on the way to... wherever his destination was. next he blow-dryed and flat-ironed his hair along with make-up around his pretty blue eyes and he was finally ready to go out. "the question is where," he muttered to his reflection at the thought, frowning at it before he turned around to pick up all his dirty laundry and dump it in the hamper. he'd clean his clothes later because god knows it wouldn't get done otherwise. he was surprised that the other guys even had anything to wear with the amount of dirty laundry everywhere, but it's not like he was going to wash their clothes, they only wished he would.
still not knowing where he was going, he just decided that he'd walk around new york city until he thought of something or somebody called him with something to do. he had enough friends, he was sure to have one of them call him eventually, right? right. but, of course, since he was going to be walking around he remembered that he should bring his ipod and once he got on the streets outside of his apartment, he pushed in his earpieces and turned on the ipod at a loud volume. nothing like going deaf early on in your adult years, right? that was definitely what he planned on doing.... well, not planned, more like he knew it was going to happen because he liked loud things.
it had been at least half an hour of walking when he finally happened upon central park and he grinned. the snow was falling down a bit thicker now and sticking even more, but he really didn't mind the fact that his hair was getting covered in white stuff like he had dandruff. why? well, just as he was walking by the park he saw something pink. and not just any old shade of pink, either, it was a very bright shade of pink sticking out like a sore thumb through the dull colors of the park and the white color of the snow. he knew only one girl who would sit underneath a bunch of trees on a park bench in the park on a snowy day, especially with that color of hair. "madisyn," he said to himself, still smiling. stopping in his tracks, he changed directions so that he was walking towards the girl. fuck having his friends call him now, he had found one of his best friends and he was sure that she had somthing he could do or at least she could entertain him.
once under cover of the two trees she was sitting under, he shook the snow out of his hair and slid down into a seat next to her. "hey syn baby, what's cookin'?" he questioned, wiggling his eyebrows as a joke as he looked over at her. looking down at what she was doing he grinned and chuckled to himself. of course madisyn would be sitting out here in the snow coloring in a spongebob coloring book, he should have known. "how many times have i told you that you need to get a batman one? at least ten, right?"
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Post by madisyn mitchell on Aug 28, 2008 0:49:50 GMT -5
Even if her hands were getting cold, Madisyn was having fun. It was a Spongebob fucking Squarepants coloring book; there was no way it would bring boredom. Well, maybe if you were reeeeeeally dumb and weird. That was only her opinion though. There were a lot of people who hated the stuff she liked, but that never made her actually mean insults and things she said. Mad never ever meant insults unless they were aimed towards an enemies or someone she was fighting with. Or maybe a stranger on the street that looked really ridiculous. It had to happen to her all the time though, right? After all, pink hair and a septum ring on a girl was quite odd (a boy would be too, though she’d never ever seen a boy like that). A few people laughing distracted Madisyn from her picture, and her eyes looked up to see a group of ‘normal’ kids looking her, being the source of the laughter. It was then the memory of her putting the tiara on came back to her, and an amusedly smile crossed her lips. As soon as the pack noticed that it didn’t bother her, they turned away in disgust and continued on their way. It made Syn laugh a little bit too as she went back to coloring her picture. Spongebob was wonderful.
It only took a few minutes before her current picture was done and she wanted another one. Flipping a few pages forward, Madisyn came across a picture of Patrick. Oh, perfect! Lots and lots of pink for this one. Good color, no? The first thing she thought of when her name was mentioned was pink. It was just her. If her room was pink though, that’d be very odd. It would hurt people’s eyes. Jeez, her aunt would probably die if the woman had to see all that every day. It would be an overload. The girl giggled at the thought and pulled out a pink crayon, pressing it to the paper and moving it back and forth. Things were good in her mind right now, and her OCD wasn’t acting up. That actually got pretty annoying on occasion, and people got pissed off at her for it sometimes. One thing was that she had to be on the right side of the person she was walking with or talking to, but only if they were standing. Sitting could be in any arrangement. And if she was with people and they were going into a store or something, at least one person would have to go in in front of her. So weird. But it happened so much that no one really noticed or cared anymore. Syn was positive she’d grow out of the OCD. She had to. If she didn’t, well, there would be issues. Lots of issues.
Another voice hit Madisyn’s ears, this time making her jump a little. “Jesus, could you not scare me?” she teased, grinning amusedly. Her eyes moved from the picture to his face, spotting a few snowflakes on his cheek. It made her giggle for a few seconds before telling him. “Snow loves you,” Syn giggled before reaching over and brushing them off. Normally it’d be awkward, but since they were best friends it didn’t really matter. He mentioned the coloring book, and it made her smirk. “Well, you know I’m forgetful. You’re gonna have to tell me ten more times.” Picking up the book and closing it, the girl flipped to the back. What was the point in closing it? She wasn’t sure. Then on the blank back cover, she drew the batman symbol with a black sharpie that she pulled out of her bag. Yeah, the bag had everything. “There you go. Color.” She pushed the box of crayons to him and smiled sweetly. Yeah, it was possible for her to be seemingly innocent.
Just then, again, it hit Mad that she was wearing her tiara. “Hey, guess what?” It really wasn’t a question for him to respond to, just one to get his attention. “I’m a fuckin’ princess. I live in a castle.” Oh, yes, of course. That kind of language always proves that you’re a princess, right? It actually just kind of slipped out. She hadn’t meant to say it, but it wasn’t unlike her to curse. People cursed all the time around her, so it was habit. It wasn’t very attractive, but she knew that. It didn’t deter her because, really, Syn was sick of trying to impress people. It got her nowhere in the past, so why would it get her anywhere now? There was no point. At least it didn’t freak anyone important out. Then maybe the girl would consider stopping.
Word Count: 790
Tag: Kyler Jameson
Song: Anhedonia
Artist: The Graduate
Notes: sorry if it's rambly. butttttt, tiara :3
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Post by kyler on Aug 28, 2008 21:11:45 GMT -5
i've become
what a mother wouldn't want in a son
and i have done a few things i regret
but practice makes perfect
practice makes perfect sense to me
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truth be told kyler really didn't mind madisyn's OCD issue that much. i mean, sure, at first having a person freak out 'cause she wasn't standing in the right position or something like that might be a bit odd to you, but having her be your best friend for a few years makes you more or less forget about it. in fact, in time he'd learned to make sure that she didn't have those freak outs and stand to the left of her at all times. natural, really, there was nothing totally wrong with have obsessive compulsive disorder even if the people who had it never really liked it much. but hey, it could get annoying, he guessed. thank god he'd gone through his life so far without any totally annoying disorders, or any disorders that he knew of in the first place.
chuckling when he saw the small girl jump at the sound of his voice, he smirked and shook his head. "now, if i didn't scare you where would i get all my fun, huh syn?" he questioned, fake pouting. "i wouldn't have any, and then kyler would be a very sad boy indeed. you wouldn't want that, right?"
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