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Post by anatole foxxe-bettencourt on Jan 28, 2008 20:38:07 GMT -5
HER LOOKS TODAY
where do you go with your broken heart in tow
what do you do with the left over you
and how do you know when to let go
The day seemed to have flown by for Ana. It seemed like she had just woken up, but it was already getting dark over the London skyline. She had been out shopping since she had gotten out of class that afternoon. Though she did only have two bags, neither of them full. You see, Ana is a very selective shopper. She only buys things she knoews she'll wear often and that will match with multiple outfits. Like she had just bought a plain colored vee neck shirt from American Apparel that she knew she could wear with jeans or dress up with pearls and a skirt. However, today she wore a plain white dress. It was one of her favorites. She wore it when she was just going out for some fun. The only part of her outfit today that Ana was starting to hate was her shoes. They were a pair of metallic heels that were beginning to make her feet hurt. Not just hurt. Ana was on the verge of misery.
With the pain in her feet Ana decided it would be best for her to sit and rest before heading back to her dorm. It's not like curfew was very close. It was only about seven o'clock. The London Eye looked like a good place to rest, but she didn't want to take one of the pods all by herself. So Anatole found a table and chair infront of a nice cafe. She slipped off her shoes as soon as her butt hit the chair. She places her two bags beside her on the ground before leaning back in her chair. The air was cool, as it should be on a fall night like it was. Out of one of her bags, Ana pulled out a fleece thermal-lined hoodie she had just bought. It was perfect for the weather.
"God. I wish I had brought someone with me," Ana said quietly to herself. This day would have been much more fun if she had been accompanied by Abigail or someone. Instead Ana had the brilliant idea of walking around London alone shopping. To some that was fun, but Anatole loved company. She loved to talk and have fun. Being alone wasn't her picture perfect time.
where does the good go
where does the good go
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Post by Jayce Scott on Jan 28, 2008 22:35:33 GMT -5
 "do you live,
do you die,
do you bleed,
for the fantasy? "___________________
Jayce had always enjoyed being alone, but he also enjoyed being with friends. But when he was by himself, he could do everything at his own pace and by his own measures without being judged or nagged. Jayce wasn’t exactly the unsocial type, he was just well-known for being shy, so he didn’t have that many friends. That usually meant that he spent a lot of time by himself, so it was good for everyone really. Jayce was always comfortable when it was just him, because its apparent that being around people made him uncomfortable, sometimes, even his friends did it, though not intentionally. They could just be having a normal conversation and Jayce could get uncomfortable. He just needed space at times, you know? Too much of a good thing can sometimes ruin in, so Jayce likes his friends in short bursts, but he'd prefer to be alone most of the time.
He was ofcourse, alone as he headed to the London eye and he couldn’t have been happier. Luckily for him, as everyone walked past him, nobody even paid him attention so he didn’t really feel self-conscience. He headed toward a café that he liked, one that he went to everytime he was in the district. The people there knew him fairly well, well; they knew what he ordered anyway. He didn’t mind sitting by himself as he watched the people stroll past, he liked to imagine what they were doing or what they were heading to, it was strangely occupying. He had the occasional person come and sit next to him, and they’d try to talk to him, and because he couldn’t talk to them properly, they just thought him snobby.
It was night time, and it was a close time to curfew but ofcourse Jayce didn’t even think about heading back to Hoffman just yet, he wanted a hot chocolate from his favourite coffee shop in England. He did this often, it helped him relax before he finished his homework and began to sleep. He looked around and ofcourse saw nobody that he knew, and he began to walk in, but he heard a crash and felt a sharp pain in his side. A girl had been leaning in her chair, and the corner of it had clipped Jayce’s foot and caused the chair to spin around, hit Jayce in the stomach and make the girl fall on the ground. Jayce gave a little growl in shock, before putting one knee on the ground and grabbing the girls hand, trying to help her up. “Ana?” he said, as it looked like Beau’s sister. Great. He had just knocked his best friends sister on the ground, well, that’s gonna go great when she tells him.
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