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Post by DAMIEN ♥ MONROE on Mar 3, 2013 14:22:46 GMT -6
It was near sunset, the rustle of birds and chirp of insects settling down for the night surrounded the young man as he sat. He was sitting on a bench in the middle of one of St. Gabriel's flower gardens. In the day time there were bright pinks and purples, white, even a hint of blue and yellow. At this time though, everything was shrouded in shadows, the colors darker - almost black. This was Damien Monroe's favorite time of day though. He was much more a night owl, and he felt that this time of day was when all aspects of nature decided to coincide peacefully for a few minutes. Sunset and Sunrise. Total opposite times, but so much the same.
Damien was humming softly to himself as he strummed on his acoustic guitar. He loved this guitar, he'd had it for years. It was an off white color, with a black neck, it stood out a bit in the now rising moonlight. His mother would bring him out here sometimes during the night, or meet him here for lunch. The last time they had been out here was a week before she was killed. He stopped playing and closed his eyes just a moment. It had been two years ago, but it still felt like it had happened yesterday. Even though they had been growing apart...they had been trying to get closer. They were the only family they had.
Damien opened his eyes again, taking a moment to look at his surrounding and then ran a hand through his hair again before picking up his guitar pick and resuming his strumming. A few hours out here always calmed him before he had to go back up to his room. He had moved out of the house and in to the school dorm after the incident, though he did miss having his own space it was just better to be at the school. Maybe he'd go back one day but until then he was content to just enjoy these little things. |
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Post by BREE ♥ RIPSEN on Mar 3, 2013 15:25:19 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] BE CAREFUL MAKING WISHES ` IN THE DARK CAN'T BE SURE WHEN THEY'VE HIT THEIR MARK AND BESIDES IN THE MEANTIME I'M JUST DREAMING OF TEARING YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - apart | | [atrb=width,240] The dark. Once something that the vampire hated, had feared, even, she found it so incredibly ironic that, now, she depended on it. She knew that, now, if she wasn't careful enough,, the sun could kill her. Sure, she could endure the rays long enough to watch it rise and watch it set, but soon she would lose that luxury. It was horrible how much she'd taken it for granted when she'd been human. That'd been when she thought that the monster she was now didn't exist, that they were merely stories told to frighten children. But, oh no. They were real. And, just her luck, she had to become one.
She sighed, looking up at the silvery, rising moon with icy eyes. Why was she so negative about it all? If she thought about it positively, which she often tried to do, Vampirism had... brought her benefits. That was the only thing she could say for it, but it had. She would live forever now. She had powers, for crying out loud; who didn't dream about that at some point during their lives? But, strangely, none of that seemed worth the lives she had to take to survive, the memories that would plague her for the rest of her now endless life.
And that was when she snapped herself out of it. There was no way, no way, that she was going down that route now. Not in public, not outside, not where someone might possible see her. She wasn't going to make herself look weak like that. She wasn't going to give anyone the impression that she was as easy a target as she appeared to be. No, she wasn't a target; she'd had enough of that to last her several lifetimes.
As she wandered through the Gardens of Eden, watching the pinks, blues and purples of dusk paint their way across the sky, she could have sworn she heard a guitar being strummed, a male voice humming something. Although she couldn't quite place the melody, she found it soothing to listen to. It slowed down the thoughts in her mind, making each one easier to process. Her mind was on a constant runaround anyway, but... this helped.
She meandered on further, not knowing exactly where she was headed. She was fairly new to St Gabriel, and so didn't really know the ins-and-outs of the place yet. She just let the slight breeze carry her along, not caring where she ended up, so long as she would be safe there. Soon, though, she found herself getting pretty lost in there. Not that it was scary, or anything... but it was definitely disconcerting. There was always the worry that she might not find her way out of the garden in time, and that she might die in the morning light, as unlikely and high maintenance that may have seemed.
And that was when it got bad. Her foot made contact with something, and before she even knew what was happening, she was on the ground, sprawled very obviously in the view of a boy who clutched a guitar. He was presumably the one who had been playing... but, oh god, had he been playing then? Had she interrupted? Oh, no. Well done, Bree. a voice in her mind drawled sarcastically. Well done indeed.
She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she possibly could, her eyes locked on the ground in shame. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd done this, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing each time it did. "Uh, sorry," she mumbled, lifting her eyes from the ground and looking at the boy with apologetic eyes. "Were you... uh... y'know, I can... uhm... go, if you want." | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by DAMIEN ♥ MONROE on Mar 4, 2013 6:27:10 GMT -6
Damien's eyes had slipped closed and he was lost in the sound of the guitar mixing with the sound of the night creatures coming to life. He thought he heard footsteps in the distance but didn't pay them too much attention. Plenty of people walked the gardens in the evening. Suddenly he was interrupted, something-someone- had tripped over him and his pick nearly went flying out of his hands. He opened his eyes, watching the girl with a raised eyebrow. He didn't have the best night vision out there, but he could tell she was around his age range and pretty. He coughed a bit and offered a smile.
She was nervous, and stammering...kind of adorable, but Damien would never say that out loud. "Relax..." He laughed now. "We all have our moments every now and then, right?" He flashed a quick smile. "I was playing, but you're welcome to stay and listen if you want...though I don't usually play for an audience." Once and a while he'd play for other people but mostly he just played for himself.
His audience used to be his mom, she always liked to hear him play. Damien shook his head again, he didn't want to think about her right now. "However." He adjusted the guitar and played a couple lines. "I guess it would be nice to know your name. Mine's Damien." He moved the pick to his other hand and reached out to shake hers. Might as well know his audience right? |
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Post by BREE ♥ RIPSEN on Mar 6, 2013 10:46:23 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] BE CAREFUL MAKING WISHES ` IN THE DARK CAN'T BE SURE WHEN THEY'VE HIT THEIR MARK AND BESIDES IN THE MEANTIME I'M JUST DREAMING OF TEARING YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - apart | | [atrb=width,240] Bree felt like one of the most stupid, awkward people alive. Tripping over? Lame. Cliche. There weren't enough verbs to describe how ridiculous she felt just then. And... oh god. She'd tripped over a person. A person. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. No. It was literally one of those times where she just wished she could curl up and die on that very spot. It was much better than feeling as absolutely mortified than she did then. It might not have been the first time that'd happened... but that didn't make it any easier.
As she jumped up and mumbled an apology, her eyes averted from the poor guy that she'd just happened to trip over, she was expecting a sharp-tongued, harsh response. That would have been fine; she would have totally understood. Not that she would have liked it; who would? But she wouldn't refute it at all. It would have made sense for them to be angry. So the response that she actually got completely caught her off guard. Sure, if she had gotten yelled at, she could look down and be all sad and guilty about it.
But kindness. Kindness was something that she hadn't seen for a long time. In fact, she wasn't quite sure how to respond. Did she gratefully accept? Did she question it? She didn't know what to do. But no one questioned it when she was kind to them. So... she should just move on? Yeah. Okay, she could do that. "Yeah, I guess." she said, with a light smile, although she nibbled her lip in concern. "Are you okay?"
So he'd been the one playing! She knew she heard something. It'd been really nice to listen to. Her small smile widened into a warm grin on hearing his offer. She could stay. Wow. She'd tripped over him and everything, and he was still letting her stay there! Maybe she was being humored in some way? Either way, it felt better than some other things that she'd experienced did, so she nodded. "I think... I think I'd like to stay. Y'know, if you're sure that's okay." she told him quietly, sitting next to him. "I think I heard you playing earlier, you're really good. How long have you been playing?"
Damien. Bree had never met a Damien before; not one that she remembered, anyway. Maybe a family friend her, a boyfriend of Isabelle's there, but she'd never personally known one. She liked the name; it sounded nice to say. She liked hearing it in her head. As he held out his hand to her, she took it with almost zero hesitation, which was strange for her, but... it was good? Yes, it had to be good. "S'nice to meet you, Damien," she told him truthfully. "I'm Bree." Okay, the introductions were out of the way. That saved some awkwardness. | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by DAMIEN ♥ MONROE on Mar 9, 2013 15:41:06 GMT -6
"I'm sure I'll live." Damien laughed softly and readjusted his arms a bit, nodding as she sat next to him."Of course it's okay, or else I wouldn't have offered." He pointed out casually and strummed a couple more lines, thinking over her question of how long he'd been playing. It was a good question, sometimes he didn't even remember. "Huh...about ten years? Give or take. Picked up my first guitar when I was around twelve and fell in love." Damien laughed again. Love wasn't something he really thought about too much. Falling in love was a nice notion, but he didn't really believed it happened very often. He didn't love too many things and was pretty sure he didn't love anyone now that his mom was gone.
"It's nice to meet you too Bree. Bree is a pretty name." Damien fell silent for a few more minutes as he started playing again. He played soft and sweet, but he could play a whole range of tunes -it really just depended on his mood. It had been awhile since the young man had played in front of anyone, it was kind of nice to have an audience -even if it just consisted of his new aquaintence. "So Bree," He didn't pause in his playing though, "What are you majoring in?" He raised an eyebrow, glancing over to her.
Damien was always interested in what other people's majors were, knowing what other people found exciting and fun. He liked art and music and reading, couldn't paint or draw worth his life though. If he had to take a wild guess (and his guesses usually tended to be pretty off) Damien would say Bree was majoring in something history related, or even literature related. He kept his guesses to himself though, Damien tended to keep his thoughts to himself on most things unless asked directly anyhow.
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Post by BREE ♥ RIPSEN on Mar 10, 2013 8:21:23 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] BE CAREFUL MAKING WISHES ` IN THE DARK CAN'T BE SURE WHEN THEY'VE HIT THEIR MARK AND BESIDES IN THE MEANTIME I'M JUST DREAMING OF TEARING YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - apart | | [atrb=width,240] All worry in the vampire's body eased at the boy's light-hearted response. Well, that was great. Living was good. Yes. She hadn't killed anyone today, which was an achievement in itself. But hey. The night was still young. She shook her head inconspicuously to clear her mind of that awfully pessimistic thought, and laughed along with him. "Well, that's great," she said as she sat down next to him, flicking her blonde curls out of her face. "Because, y'know, it would totally suck if you died." Of course, she already had died, and knew it wasn't exactly the most pleasant of experiences. So, yes, it was fantastic that he was still alive. Even better that she hadn't killed him.
She'd had a hunch that it'd been him playing. Well, seeing as he was holding a guitar and seemed to be the only other person in the garden. The process of elimination left him as the only person who could have been playing. So, no matter how stupid Bree knew she looked for asking, she knew she was right. Which probably made her look even more stupid than she already did. Why ask if she already knew? Maybe it was just so she could make sure. It was something to clutch at, and it made her sound a lot less idiotic, so... she would go with that. For now.
She nodded. Ten years was a long time to be playing guitar, that was for sure. Bree had only been playing for about four. Personally, she preferred the piano. She'd been playing that for about ten years. But the guitar was a good instrument as well. She did like the sound. "Wow, so you've been playing for a little while, then," she said, laughing along with him at his comment about falling in love. "I've only played for about four myself." So there was no reason to get depressed about how bad she was compared to him. Right?
She couldn't help it at all. She just had to laugh when he said Bree was a pretty name. It wasn't, and she nkew it wasn't. The meaning was nice, yes. She liked the meaning. But the name itself? "Yeah, I guess it is," she chuckled, "If you like your cheeses. I'm pretty sure that's where my parents got that from." She really didn't like having a name that sounded so much like a food, but it couldn't be helped. If she didn't laugh at it, who would? ...Everyone. But she'd rather be laughed with than laughed at.
They sat for a minute in silence. Well, it was a comfortable silence, so Bree thought. It was only broken by the soft sound of the strings as Damien played quietly. She recognized the tune, although she hadn't learned how to play it on the guitar herself, and absent-mindedly began to hum along softly, almost completely forgetting that she had a... well, audience, we'll put it that way.
It was only when Damien asked her a question that she came back to herself. She stopped humming, clearing her throat awkwardly. Oh. Well. She'd... she'd been humming quietly? He might not have heard? Psh, yeah. Right. Most of the kids at this school were supernaturals, with enhanced senses. Good going, Bree. that sarcastic little voice said again. She focused her gaze on the ground, letting the question sink in properly before actually answering it.
She looked back up, giving a small, shy smile. "Well, I love to write," she told him, shifting slightly where she was sat. "I'm not very good at it, but I like to do it. So I decided to major in Journalism. Sounds fun. Y'know, what with the different places, the different things you get to right about..." She caught herself rambling just then, and shook her head to stop herself from going any further. "Sorry, I'm rambling. I do that an awful lot. What are you majoring in, Damien?" She hoped to steer the conversation away from herself a bit; it seemed awfully obnoxious of her to be a topic of one of her own conversations. No, Bree was no narcissist. Not in the slightest.
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