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Chillin
Aug 31, 2006 21:16:53 GMT -5
Post by Mark Pendragon on Aug 31, 2006 21:16:53 GMT -5
Mark had recently finished prepairing his new room in the Sophomore section of the dorms. He'd made it up full with posters and even a radio, which he had blasted for a while, just to check it's sound. Feeling slightly bored and alone, not seeing any familiar faces, Mark left the large brick building to the mall that was nearby. He jammed his hands in his pockets and walked slowly through the many stores and people that made their way beside him. It wasn't like him to be alone in a mall, in fact, it wasn't common for Mark to be alone anywhere. He enjoyed company, and usually had a few friends to laugh at while they kept eachother's company. Today was different. He'd arrived early to school to set up his dorm and get acostomed to the school once more. Mainly this was all because his parents were leaving on vacation on a cruise, and wanted him out of the house. He didn't care about that part as much, he liked it when his parents had fun; what he didn't like was the fact that he'd arrived to the school so early. None of his friends would be their yet, and he'd have to cope until he met someone new. Exhaling, he paused and sat on a bench, not taking notice to who was beside him as he looked to his watch, trying to kill time.
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Chillin
Sept 1, 2006 5:50:42 GMT -5
Post by Dominique on Sept 1, 2006 5:50:42 GMT -5
Dominique sat on the ground against the hard, cement wall. She had come to be alone, away from all the noise of kids moving into their rooms; she was already moved in. She had actually been a student here for a year. She held a black and white bass guitar on her lap, leaning over it as she procieded to tune it. A few moments later, she finished, and began to play. Her face seemed to light up with a certain brilliance as the musical notes hit the air. She closed her eyes, knowing the song by memory, as her spirit was moved by Baby, You Wouldn't Last a Minute on the Creek, originally played by Chiodos. She silently sang the song along with the tune, her lips moving quickly, though no sound came forth. This was her passion. This was what she lived for. Her eyes closed in concentration, she didn't notice any of her surroundings...
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Chillin
Sept 1, 2006 14:19:00 GMT -5
Post by Mark Pendragon on Sept 1, 2006 14:19:00 GMT -5
Mark looked up as he heard a soft, familiar tune, he frowned as his eyes searched his surroudings until they came upon a girl that looked to be relatively his age, playing a guitar. He'd seen her before, as a Freshman, but had forgotten her name because they had never truely met. Mark smiled as he saw her lips move, knowing the exact words that should be comming out of her mouth. Well, he'd asked for company, and guessing that this was someone from Troy High, he stood and walked over to her, looking down at her form with intrest and amusement. "So this is how you pay for going to Troy huh?" he asked with a smile on his face.
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Chillin
Sept 1, 2006 15:56:17 GMT -5
Post by Dominique on Sept 1, 2006 15:56:17 GMT -5
Dominique snapped out of her trance, and stopped her playing abruptly. Her head tilted upwards, as she looked toward the voice that summoned her attention. The edges of her mouth curled upwards, barely noticably, as she looked her fellow student up and down. He looked vaguely familiar, but nobody she had ever spoken to. After these thoughts drifted through her mind, she replied quietly, "I'm sorry, I charge for conversations as well." A note of humor was in her voice; she was actually in a relatively light mood. A new year was beginning, and she was ready for a clean start. A flicker of doubt and pain echoed through her heart as she thought of the memories she had once cherished. Those memories that had now gone sour. She looked up at the young man standing over her once again, and secretly hoped he say something, or invite her to go somewhere. After having a lonely summer, she was ready for some company.
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Chillin
Sept 1, 2006 16:55:15 GMT -5
Post by Mark Pendragon on Sept 1, 2006 16:55:15 GMT -5
Mark chuckle and dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out a quarter and tossed it to the floor beside her, smiling playfully, "I would imagen that's enough," he teased, bending down so he could look to her at eye level. He motioned to her guitar and raised his eyebrows, "You play well," he complimented, then looked to her eyes and locked his own right there, "And a perfect choice of music."
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Chillin
Sept 1, 2006 17:10:41 GMT -5
Post by Dominique on Sept 1, 2006 17:10:41 GMT -5
Dominique's head bowed slightly, her eyes were fixed upwards on the crouching Mark. She felt flattered by his compliments, but did not take it to heart. Her smile widened as he tossed the coin, not flinching as it hit her leg. She nodded as he praised her playing, and said neutrally, "Thanks, though I'd take Van Halen over Chiodos anyday." Her legs extended and crossed, her converses peered out among the many folds of her dark jeans. Yellow eyes shined with passion through a thick layer of eyeliner, lookedcursiously at Mark. One eye was covered by a thick amount of dyed blonde hair that lay across her face. "So, what are you doing around here?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation going. She broke the strong gaze as she leaned over her guitar and began to experiment with different notes, although her attention was still on the sophomore in front of her.
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Chillin
Sept 1, 2006 17:26:58 GMT -5
Post by Mark Pendragon on Sept 1, 2006 17:26:58 GMT -5
Mark shrugged, and was taken back by the color of her eyes as she fully looked at him, a color that was so different that anything he'd ever seen before, vibrant and beautiful, almost making him want to get lost in them. Shaking his head to snap out of his thoughts, he looked down to her fingers as they stuck the cords expertly. "Just hangin" he responded truthfully, "What about you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he took in the sweet sound that she played. It had been long since he'd heard the tunes that had once lulled him to sleep as a boy. A small smile formed on his lips, teasing, amusing, and pleased, defining him at that exact moment. "Never mind, I can tell," he said quickly, before she had a time to respond. Mark stood and toward over her once again, "Hey," he said, an bold idea forming in his mind, "Why don't you come with me? I could use another person to hang with."
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Chillin
Sept 1, 2006 17:41:29 GMT -5
Post by Dominique on Sept 1, 2006 17:41:29 GMT -5
She nodded again as he answered her question, her head still bowed. When he asked her to accompany him, Dominique looked back up, facing him once again. A feeling of delight filled her, though no external signs were shown. She placed her bass guitar beside her carefully, and got to her feet. Standing up, she fell quite short of his height, but she didn't notice. Brushing off any dirt from her pants, she crouched and put her guitar in it's case, latching it shut and holding it in her left hand as she stood again. After these few moments, she finally replied, "Sure. Where are you going?"
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Chillin
Sept 2, 2006 11:34:02 GMT -5
Post by Mark Pendragon on Sept 2, 2006 11:34:02 GMT -5
Mark shrugged, not really having a destination, he was just making his way through the semi-crowded mall to be around people, and possibly meet someone he knew, which had happened. Motioning ahead, he began walking, looking at her every so often as he spoke, "Actually, I'm not going anywhere. Why don't we find someplace to head out to together, though?" Mark was comfertable around girls his age, he was cool and smooth, and he knew that if rejected, all he had to do was back out with a smile, and she'd be thinking about him the next day. He'd had a pretty easy life up until a year or two ago, when he had his.. explosion. He didn't like to remember it, much less speak about it, and was determined not to for the rest of his life.
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Chillin
Sept 2, 2006 15:00:56 GMT -5
Post by Dominique on Sept 2, 2006 15:00:56 GMT -5
Dominique understood his notions; he was 'just hangin' out.' She followed him, taking a couple feet to catch up with his long strides. After a minute or two or silence, she declared, "Yeah, I'll come with you. I just have to drop this off." She lifted her guitar to make sure he knew what she was speaking of. She gave a shake of her head to get her bangs out of her face, ruffling her hair with her hand absent mindedly. Ironic that she had come there seeking solitude, and was leaving having met a stranger. Her thoughts wandered toward her guitar again, and mumbled a reminder to herself, "Oh yeah...practice at eight..." Dominique didn't actually belong to a band, but she practiced with her younger cousin regularly. He was to arrive sometime this evening.
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Chillin
Sept 3, 2006 18:53:47 GMT -5
Post by Mark Pendragon on Sept 3, 2006 18:53:47 GMT -5
Mark heard her mumble and followed her as she lead the way to wherever she was going to drop off her instrument, he coked a brow and looked to her with intrest. She definately looked the type to be in a band, and she played good enough. From speaking with her, Mark could tell she'd have a kick ass voice too.. "You play in a band?" he asked, sticking his hands into his pocket.
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Chillin
Sept 3, 2006 19:09:39 GMT -5
Post by Dominique on Sept 3, 2006 19:09:39 GMT -5
Dominique turned her head to the side, speaking to Mark while she coninued walking. "Nah, not really. But I play with my cousin, Rex. He's supposed to get here sometime tonight. Knowing him, he'll probably be late." Little did she know, he was already moving into his dorm and getting to know some kids on campus. She saw the sophomore building ahead, and picked up her pace a few notches. When she finally approached the dorms, she dug into the back pocket of her jeans, her small hand swamped in the baggy pants. Pulling out a rusted silver key, she opened the door with her foot and held it for Mark to pass.
To: Dorms
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Chillin
Sept 3, 2006 19:12:41 GMT -5
Post by Mark Pendragon on Sept 3, 2006 19:12:41 GMT -5
Mark smirked to her and stepped inside, "Sounds cool, maybe I'll hear you guys one of these days," he offered, looking around her dorm, realizing it wasn't too far from his own. That could prove useful later on throughout the year, he thought to himself, as his eyes traveled the walls of her already furnished room.
TO: Dorms
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