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Post by ryder matthew davidson on Nov 28, 2009 20:58:20 GMT -5
So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone **************************************************** Ryder has always had a pain in his lower back; it had been with him ever since he was born. He took so many pain killers, he sometimes overdosed. He smiled at the thought of him running into walls over and over again and not feeling a thing. But all that went away when he went to rehab in California Correctional Center and moved to this town. He decided to college in this place to get away from his past and start a new future. Ryder yawned and reached his arms high above his head in a cat like stretch. He was standing in the school court yard, feeling the sun baking into his black t-shirt. He was lying on his back on a small stone bench reading ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and listening to his iPod. If you stood close enough to him you could hear Beethoven’s Moonlight blaring from the small speakers. His foot tapped to the rhythm of the beautiful piano and his eyes flowed across the pages of his book. He was utterly happy in many ways, the most peaceful he has been so many years. Ryder ran his hand through his short dark brown hair and smiled. He finished the last page of his book right about the time the piano came to a dwindling halt. He gently set his book to the cool concrete of the bench and pulled his headphones out and set them on top of the book. He sat up quietly, pleasuring the feeling of no pain and started to people watch. Ryder noticed how all the students rushed past him a silent terror and nervously glanced his way every few seconds. He knew this was just the general high school reaction to a tall older man, reading and listening to music in their court yard. He saw a few girls looking on in lust at his sculpted figure, while some of the boys glared in disdain. Ryder ran his eyes over everyone and suddenly stopped on a gorgeous brunette. His body froze and all he could do was stare… it was now his turn to lust. **************************************************** word count - 355
listening to - sonata in g minor, op. 49 - beethoven
lyrics - could you be loved - bob marley |
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Post by mackenzie byrd wintringham on Nov 28, 2009 22:11:36 GMT -5
 ( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] boredom: an emotional state experienced during periods of lack of activities or when individuals are uninterested in the activities surrounding them. this is the exact definition of what mac was experiencing at the moment. it day had been one of those days where nothing much was going on in her life. her morning routine was unchanged this morning. she got up, showered, and got dressed so she could go get some breakfast. being particular hungry, mac ate a cinnamon roll, egg and cheese breakfast soufflé, and a tall cup of coffee. that was probably the best part of mac's whole day. the rest of this perfect sunny day was spoiled by the stressing task of running from class to class, lugging around a twenty pound messenger bag. even in senior year, she still didn't understand how her fellow classmates succeeded in doing the exact same task she was asked to do every day. you had exactly four minutes to get to class, and somehow that time always managed to drain unexpectedly fast. after that she would get a cozy glare from him or her (the teacher), and then she would get to face the ever-so-icy glares of her fellow classmates. goody, goody.
running to and from classes, mac had to cross through the courtyard, this was the only time she got to experience the warm heat of the sun massage her aching back. twenty pound backpack? talk about chronic neck pain. between her journeys to class, while crossing the courtyard, she continually spotted a man who appeared to be in college. a freshman, maybe? good looking, attractive, he appeared to have the eyes that seemed like they could see right through everything, all your emotions. he was possibly two or so years older than her. nineteen, to try out specifics. like you should already be aware of, people are easy for mac to figure out. mac glanced at him several times through slitted eyes, as she was on her way to last period. he was staring at her with an appalled look, locking his gaze to hers. mac glared at him, when he wouldn't break his stare what was his deal? she didn't know who this guy was, or what he wanted, or what he was like, but she wasn't taking any shit right now. her mood couldn't be changed right now. she was going to be in a perpetually sour mood.
mac quickly ran to last period, bringing her mind back on task. it was easy to assume that he wouldn't be there when she returned to the courtyard. seventh period might as well have been hell. it was mac's favorite subject, physics. there was a sub, who might as well have been a spanish major, or something of the extreme polar opposite. she had no idea what she was doing. she'd never used a smart board before. she was trying to write the word 'assignment' on the board. she wrote the letters A-S-S on the board, before she realized that she was using a dry-erase marker. we now permanently have the word 'ass' written on the board. way to go ms. b. seriously. the minute the afternoon announcements rang clear over the loud speakers, mac bolted out of the classroom. she needed to be gone. school was the last thing she needed to have her mind on right now. exiting out into the courtyard, mac spotted the mac who had been staring at her before--he still was. she narrowed her eyes, automatically stalking towards him. but her gaze softened as she approached him. she wasn't a mean person, she had no control, she had no poker face. in this situation, one that she at first had complete control over, she suddenly lost her focus, and was completely lost. she met his gaze full on, but shyly. "can i help you?" she bit her lip tentatively.
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Post by ryder matthew davidson on Nov 29, 2009 16:44:30 GMT -5
So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone **************************************************** Ryder smiled wide as he noticed the girl pass him throughout the day, and he noticed her feelings of agitation as he watched her walk past him. Finally, the little thing marched up to him with an agitated expression on her face. ‘Fantastic, she came to face her stalker.’ Ryder thought, chuckling lightly at his own thought. Her countenance soon fell to one of shyness and curiosity as she came closer. ‘Hmm… she can’t keep a poker face.’ He thought. The song Poker Face by Lady Gaga floated through his mind, and he hummed it quietly under his breathe. He had heard her techno version of the song, but he most preferred the stripped down version with just her and the piano. The girl came to an abrupt halt right in front of him and he could smell her perfume. ‘Chanel No. 5?’ he thought, trying to place the smell. The girl’s long brunette hair hung forward and the sun etched a glow on the top of her head, giving off a look like she was wearing a golden crown. He smiled at her and stared. He ran his eyes over her body noting every curve and bend. She asked him an amusing question and he laughed quietly. He stood up from the bench and stood in front of her and grasped her hand. He gently brushed his lips across the back of her hand and let it slide out of his own. “Pleasure to meet you m’dear, my name is Ryder Davidson. I’m so very grieved if you thought my staring imprudent, but I was just admiring your graceful beauty.” Ryder said, staring at her with a caring eye. **************************************************** word count - 280
listening to - sonato in g, op. 49 - beethoven
lyrics - could you be loved - bob marley |
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Post by mackenzie byrd wintringham on Nov 29, 2009 19:57:01 GMT -5
( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] mac yanked her hand away from the stranger. she swallowed, nervous. her eye caught on the object this ryder held in his hand. poetry? who would have thought. don't make premature assumptions. mace told herself, although that would only be the natural thing to do in these situations. she bit her lip. she was acting arrogant and self-righteous, two things that she despised and spat into the face of. good person, good person, good person. she scolded herself. she drew in a breath, crossing her arms over her chest. "what are you doing here anyways?" she asked, not meeting his gaze. instead she looked just to the left of her face, off into the parking lot. "aren't you a college student?" she asked skeptically. she raised her eyebrows. she could feel the sun bake into her back, although it was a cool autumn day. the wind was cool. goosebumps rose up on her bare skin. but she didn't shiver, she like the cold. she dropped her messenger bag, and sat down on the ground, interesting thing to do, but she wasn't going to sit down next to a stranger. well, not a stranger like him. he seemed to wear the kind of expression that said he was up to no good.
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Post by ryder matthew davidson on Dec 1, 2009 17:33:19 GMT -5
So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone **************************************************** Ryder noticed the tenseness of the girl and sighed. 'Fantastic, she is already frightened of me.' he thought, sitting down on the small stone bench. He put his chin into his hand and looked down at the beauty sitting before him on the browning grass. She was asking ridiculous questions, such as why he was here. He decided to oblige and answer them truthfully. "Well, m'dear... I come to the court yard due the fact that is so much more peaceful then the one at my college. Usually, there are frat house boys streaking around, sluts lurking in corners, and the general bullies who make fun of my readings and rip up my papers. And here in the little high school that is connected to my college is peace. Only on occasion do people disturb me, or even give a glance in my direction. Some are even to intimated to even approach to say hello." Ryder said, finishing up his little speech with a smile. He noticed how the girl wearily glanced at his book, paper, and ipod. He chuckled softly and took a deep cleansing breath. "The book is Romeo and Juliet, one of my favorite books and authors, my ipod is blaring Beethoven, and I am writing lyrics for a new song I am writing. Which you are now probably wondering is what instrument I play, to answer your unspoken question I play the piano, guitar, cello, and violin. I am writing this particular piece for the piano." Ryder said, smiling shyly. He hated talking about his talents in the musical arts, and he always felt embarrassed about talking in such a manner. **************************************************** word count - 275
listening to - the mortician's daughter - black veil brides
lyrics - could you be loved - bob marley |
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Post by mackenzie byrd wintringham on Dec 1, 2009 20:44:49 GMT -5
( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] mac swallowed. chewing on the inside of her mouth. this guy was either high or a nutcase or just trying to get inside her pants... but probably high... and the pants part. there was no guy among the human race who was into classical music and poetry. staring at the ground, mac raised her eyebrows. she moved over into the shade, when she could feel her pale complexion begin to burn. she knew she wouldn't be red when she got home, as her skin did not physically turn red, oddly enough, but it sure caused enough pain. she ran a hand casually through her hair, removing the few strands that were beginning to stick to her face, just a the cold breeze gusted against her skin again, putting her hair right back to were it started. sighing in frustration, she gave up and threw her hair into a messy ponytail. probably not the most flattering look, but she wasn't going for beautiful anyways. sighing inwardly, she looked up to see ryder staring at her, her eyes flickered away quickly, after meeting his gaze. "interesting." she said, in response to his explanation. "what kind of guitar?" she asked, subconsciously getting sucked in to the conversation, when the talk of music made its rounds.
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Post by ryder matthew davidson on Dec 2, 2009 20:55:45 GMT -5
So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone **************************************************** Ryder felt her uneasiness and her disbelief of the very words coming out of his mouth. He hated when people thought he lied, when he truthfully was speaking words that was meant to make things easier for him. If you had met Ryder Davidson two years previous you would just have seen a homeless, worthless, alcoholic man that didn’t have a chance. He straightened himself out in a matter of a year and a half, got a job, went to college, and now truly appreciated what he had. He grew to love classical music, and practically worshiped classic literature. His favorite was Russian literature of course, but that was beside the point. Anger flared up, but he knew how to control and tried with all his might to push it back down. He didn’t want to blow up in front of this girl just because she didn’t understand. “Well, I started playing on electric, but now I play both acoustic and electric, but I really don’t have a preference for sound though.” Ryder said, smiling. “Well, what about you, any musical instruments? And please, ask away if you just so desperately want to know about me.” He said, laughing lightly at his own comment. He didn’t like talking to people who thought such things about him, but this girl was just trying to cover up her curiosity and wonderment of him with casually putting him with his ‘male parts’ and insanity. **************************************************** word count - 241
listening to - just dance - lady gaga
lyrics - could you be loved - bob marley |
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Post by mackenzie byrd wintringham on Dec 6, 2009 18:08:39 GMT -5
( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] mac chewed on her bottom lip, this guy might as well have been a gift from the gods, that is, if he wasn't a lie. music freak and poetry junky? definitely a lie. but she was destined to make stupid decisions. she opened her mouth to speak, but her words caught in her mouth. how much did she want to reveal to this stranger? against any better judgment, she replied. "guitar... and piano..." she paused. "... and drums." she said hesitantly, but with a shrug, trying to be passive. she tried to continue with the small talk. "um..." another pause. "what's your major?" she asked curiously. you could tell everything about a person from their major. everything. her stomach growled loudly enough. she looked up at ryder, from where she sat on the ground. "i'm hungry, do you want to grab a bite to eat?" she said, picking up things, preparing to leave whether he joined her or not. she stared around, some of the stares had come to a pause, and people were continuing on with their regular routine.
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