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Post by amos lyndon moore on May 15, 2011 20:45:22 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you fright †WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN† it's over but what if we just pretend
The light from the sun was shinning on a quaint little duck pond on the outskirt's of Casper's community park. Amos' eyes wandered the lucid waters watching the ripples as he walked past. Sometimes he liked to sit on a stone bench on the other side of the pond, and just laze about, but today was different, he was in the mood for a change in scenery. It happened every once in a while, these changes, where he'd adventure off into the park looking for a new place to call his special seat. A lot of people would probably tell him that meant the seats weren't special if he went around changing them all the time, but to Amos each was as special as the one previous and the the one that would come next. He felt as if he was just experiencing more of the park if he looked at it from different angles, when he thought about always having the exact same place to look at every time he entered the park, his stomach just couldn't handle it. New scenery was vital to learn and experience new things, plus it made him smile to think he could go on an exploration every once in a while.
Although he wouldn't call himself a thrill seeker, Amos found amusement in the silliest ways and searching for a new place of relaxation was one of them. Reaching into the back left pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a small, hand sized box and flicked his wrist so the cover flipped off. Underneath was an old fashioned compass, not unlike the one a pirate would have. He'd had it for as long as he could remember, since he and his brother were only little and pretending to have sword duels against the worst enemies of the seas, other pirates. At the time, both of them had felt that they were good pirates and that all the other pirates were bad, though Amos knew that all pirates were supposed to be bad now. His imagination still wandered to being the hero in a fairy tale and he supposed it was the reason he kept the compass. Looking at the glass case the bubbled over the arrows, he decided to follow north down the stoney paths of the park, his boots clicking against the surface.
Two lefts and a right later and he had found his way into the forest, no longer on a stony path, but instead a narrow dirt laden walking path. His boots scuffed dirt so that it created clouds around him and instead of trying to block his eyes against the dust, he walked right through it spinning in circles watching the dial on the compass spinning from his hipster spectacles. When the dust settled, Amos stopped for a moment to allow his head to cease spinning. A good minute later he walked for a little bit longer before finding a small field almost fully filled with little yellow and pink flowers except for a few trees spaced around the open space. Taking his time walking around the field a smile formed on his lips, the spot was beautiful and he had decided from the first moment he laid eyes on it that it would be his new special place. In the middle of the field he stood still looking around to see if anyone was watching from the path, but didn't think he spotted anyone walking by on it so he fell backwards arms out at full extension into the lush bed of flowers and grass. Blue hair going in every direction, Amos looked up into the sky, following clouds as they passed by his smile never fading.
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Post by GARRETT CADEN SANTOS on May 16, 2011 20:36:40 GMT -5
Garrett sighed. He had nothing to do today. His dad was at work. He and Kota aren't really talking right now. Garrett wasn't sure where Kota was, but he seemed busy all the time. The thought ripped his heart. The boy took a long inhale of his cigarette. He was just walking around the park. His eyes cloesed and he focused on his breathing. He loved that feeling of just being. It was the closest he got to feeling as normal as when he was with another person.
He opened his eyes, and kept walking, he didn't really pay attention to where he was walking, he just knew he was. The male found himself in a clearing. Flowers all around. He wrinkled his nose, rubbed it, then sighed. He went more into the middle and stumbled over a rock or a log.. or a boy. "Shit! Oh shit! Are you okay??" He asked, worry ringing in his voice, he looked over Amo's body. He felt really bad "Sorry! I'm sucha clutz, are you okay?" He added, a small red tint rang to his face. He tripped over a person! Who does that??? Whatta fail
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Post by amos lyndon moore on May 16, 2011 20:59:54 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you fright †WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN† it's over but what if we just pretend
He had followed a cloud for a good ten minutes, as it shifted from what he pictured to be an elephant holding an umbrella, until it morphed into something more of a sandwich with a top hat. The thought itself was enough to make Amos let out a snort, which in reaction to, he swiped his hand up to cover his mouth before realizing there was no one around and no need for him to do such a thing. Smiling he pulled his hand back down away from his mouth and put both of them behind his head, as a makeshift rest so his neck wouldn't get stiff. The comfort did not last very long though, within minutes another disruptance had occurred and this time a guy had fallen over him, a guy.
Amos' eyes sort of when cross eyes as he pulled away from the mess, sitting upright now with his knees against his chest; an automatic reaction when harm ever came his way. Relaxing again, he unfolded his legs from his chest and laughed, finally past the shock of the whole thing. Brushing off his pants legs he shook his head up and down, blue hair going every which way. "Yeah, totally fine. Are you okay. I'm really sorry I shouldn't have been sitting in the middle of no where like that, are you hurt?" He nodded once more and added, "I'm totally fine, never been better. [/b] Smiling, he pointed at it before continuing. "See? Never better! Looking at the guy something was familiar and as he finished speaking it clicked with Amos, it was the guy from online, Garrett. Not able to hold back and smile, he awkwardly pointed at the boy and said quietly, "I think I know you...Garrett right? I mean...I'm not being creppy I just remember you from the chat is all.[/size][/font][/blockquote] ( OUTFIT ) [/b] click here( WORDS ) something ( TAGGED ) open! ( BANNER ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0 ( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor ( LAYOUT ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0 [/color][/font]
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Post by GARRETT CADEN SANTOS on May 20, 2011 19:18:44 GMT -5
Garrett's face lost the red as the boy showed that he was feeling better. Garrett could breath a sigh of relife and he looked over himself, just fine. He tapped the back of his teeth with his die tongue ring. He looked at the boy. As the boy said his name. Amos. Am-fucking-os. The boy he flirted with. The one that never noticed. The innocent one
He stared at the boy, Garrett's blood rushed back to his face, right now he was glad he's mexican, and not that white. "No shit! Amos?? That's so cool. I never thought I'd met you in real life! That's fuckin' funny" He said, he speech sped up as he got nervous. What if Amos thought he was weird.
He looked at the blue-haired child "So, uh.. what are you doing out here??' He asked, trying to keep the conversation. Now that they were here, might as well make the most out of it.
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Post by amos lyndon moore on May 31, 2011 17:20:36 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you fright †WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN† it's over but what if we just pretend
Amos laughed as the realization finally truck the male in front of him, it felt good not to be the last one to realize something for once, not that he minded being oblivious, sometimes it worked in his favor. Only sometimes, he knew for the most part it was just a nusiance to have that type of a characteristic, but he couldn't very well change who he was overnight, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to.
Amos took the moment in briefly before opening his mouth to speak, "Yep, that's me!" Pretending to check his clothes for a name tag he pulled on the tag on his shirt pretending to read written words. "At least, that's what it says on all my shirts, though for all I know I might actually be my twin. Really? I thought we might meet eventually, in the same town and all."
He tilted his head up to the sky trying to think of a good enough reason for being where he was. Eventually words just started coming out, even though he was sure they only made sense to him "Well i was trying to be a pirate. [/b] [/size][/font][/blockquote] ( OUTFIT ) [/b] click here( WORDS ) something ( TAGGED ) open! ( BANNER ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0 ( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor ( LAYOUT ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0 [/color][/font]
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