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Post by alyssa megan lutz on Jan 22, 2012 15:25:26 GMT -5
people could tell by looking at alyssa that she was a swimmer. she had nice lean long legs with shoulder muscles. but if someone wasn't surrounded by swimmers, no one could really know what she was. she seemed too old to be at the academy but too young to actually hold a professional job. the blonde was shy and impassive, there was little anyone could do to get her to open up. although she wasn't a bitter person, she was right now. her team and her coach had left her behind. to make sure that she gets some rest before the next competition. there wasn't anything that was wrong with her; the doctors were lying when they told her coach that she was mentally unstable. borderline personality disorder?
alyssa had no place to stay, and so she decided to live in her cousin's- ashley's- old run down apartment. with her money, they were able to pay the rent. and ashley let alyssa borrow her clothes. clothes were something that she needed, because all that she really had were swim t-shirts and swimsuits. the twenty year old girl dressed up in her model clothes and then walked out. she avoided people, not because she couldn't stand them, but because she really had nothing to say. there was only person that she could stand, and that was her father. but her father wasn't here right now, and he wouldn't answer any of her calls. honestly, it was just because her coach had instructed them not to. it was part of her 'meditation' process. just because alyssa didn't win the race and threw a fit at her teammates didn't mean that she was unable to be a part of social outings.
it would cause an even more riff in the team if she wasn't there. but they just had to take her out and go to germany on their own. the green eyed girl took a deep breath and then walked into a small cafe on the corner of the intersection of two busy streets. when she went inside the little bakery, she felt a warmness spread all over through her body. she looked at the people crowded around the little tables and desks and then decided that it would be worth her time to get something to eat here. she walked over to the cashier and then said in a small voice, a small chicken sandwich please. the boy asked her if there was anything else she wanted and alyssa shook her head. the order came out rather quickly, and she carried the plate with her to the corner of the cafe. she was by the windows and she saw a couple hold hands and walk down together, and she saw a little boy with a yellow balloon that blew away in the winter wind.
alyssa saw everything but someone like her. alone with no one else to be with. no one to talk with. the girl took a big sigh and sat there, looking out the window. not that she was a social butterfly, but because a couple days being alone without talking to anyone just got into her. she felt useless, like a waste of space. even her cousin was busy talking with boys and staying over at their houses. and alyssa? well, she was just there in the little cubical of her room with nothing to do but stare out the window and spy on people.
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Post by zayvion jake krane on Feb 4, 2012 2:15:38 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zayvion had had an interesting morning, of course as normal his day started with the sunrise. His first customer had been an elderly gentleman who hadn't had his oil in his car changed for quite sometime so he had oil stains on his hands and clothes, he had then had an intense discussion with a young french man who had decided it was Zayvion's fault that his breaks were faulty and demanded that they were fixed straight away. Now, it was time for his break. Walking down the street in a ragged pair of jeans which had oil stains on them along with break dust and grease from fixing cars, Zayvion wore a white singlet the was dirty under a flannel shirt which was unbuttoned and a pair of sturdy boots on his feet. He was used to walking from place to place now that he lived in Paris because when he lived in Australia he did the same thing, he liked driving of course but he found it easier to get places on foot because there were some places car’s couldn’t get to, rubbing the back of his neck Zayvion sighed as he looked into the windows of little café’s and restaurants that lined the streets trying to figure out where to eat his lunch for the day, he was always on the look out for new places to go.
He didn't mind the cold as he walked; spotting a small cafe he opened the door easily and stepped into the warm belly of the cafe. Wandering up to the counter he ordered a black coffee and a meat pie, grabbing his order when it was given to him he looked around for an empty table. Seeing none he spotted a young woman on her own, walking over to the table he smiled down at the woman, "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked gently his voice a soft rumble. Waiting for an answer to his question Zayvion placed his plate and his cup on the table so he didn't have to continue to hold them while he waited, he hope the young woman would agree to allowing him to sit with her even though he didn't look very respectable Zayvion didn't mind at all if people stared at him.
Giving the girl a gentle smile Zayvion picked up his coffee and took a sip from it slowly savoring the taste of it, he had to admit she was beautiful. As beautiful as his Lisa was when she was alive, shaking his head a little Zayvion put his cup down. It didn’t do him any good to think about his Lisa because it only made him sad, giving the woman and encouraging smile Zayvion didn’t want her to think he was just some creep who wanted to sit with her.
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