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Post by DAKOTA CAIUS PAYNE, on Jan 31, 2011 16:37:41 GMT -5
 Koti skipped along the pavement, scuffing his feet in the dust as he did so. Destination: the park! It had been forever since he'd actually done something just to have fun rather than to make people think he was old enough to do what he wanted. Everything recently seemed like it had to be about sex and drugs and alcohol.. he sort of wanted the part of his old life back where he could just act like a kid and be content with just that.
But things change, and now he was on tour, where nobody was as young as him, mentally or physically. He had to be like them in order to fit in, which was why he tried so hard. Koti was willing to go to almost any length simply for the acceptance of his band mates. Anything to help out his job in the band.. although at the rate he was learning to play guitar he'd be a merch kid for the rest of his life..
He pushed open the gate to the park and continued to skip in, hurling his body into the air so that he landed on the seat of a swing. Immediately he began to pump his legs so that his body soared through the air and messed his hair up, much to his annoyance. But it was worth it, and he could check his hair in his portable mirror when he was done.
His mind kept drifting from Connor to Abby to Jonah. Thinking about how great things were with Connor, how much he'd messed up with Abby, and how much he used to like Jonah and sort of still did. He wondered if he still like Jonah in that way; he honestly couldn't tell.
He saw somebody making their way into the park and came to an abrupt stop, his feet scraping against the floor in the process. He pulled out his portable mirror and began moving strands of his hair ever so slightly, teasing it with his fingers a little. He didn't want anybody to see him with messed up hair..
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Post by midori on Feb 1, 2011 0:09:44 GMT -5
To be honest, Vienna wasn't quite sure what she was doing, wandering around the park. She was never much of a nature lover, so it wasn't as if she wanted some fresh air or missed the smell of grass in the air. She would much rather be spending her time wandering around in a mall, surrounded by the dizzying scent of too much perfume and cologne accompanied by the smell of new clothes. Perhaps this was just another one of the moments that she missed out on as a child. In family movies, parents always took their kids out to parks to enjoy peaceful picnics on sunny days and participated in some simple games to bond. Her childhood was spent with watching her parents walk out the front door night after night to enjoy their own lives while leaving behind their little girl to wonder if perhaps she was too flawed for them to want to spend quality time with. Those thoughts were obviously long gone though.
There was only so much that any person could take before simply giving up, and Vie supposed that she reached her limits when she realized that only a brief brush with death could ever make them truly look at her and acknowledge that actually existed. She was never quite sure why she didn't want attention from her parents anymore. She spent so many years trying to get it, and she did, but it seemed too bittersweet that it was a little too late. She didn't like things that were bittersweet because they tended to fall into a grey area, and it was a fact of life that everything was simpler when everything fell perfectly into a black or white category of the spectrum rather than in between.
The tall blonde glanced around, quietly wondering what once made grass stains and messy hair so appealing to her. It seemed so odd, though she knew time did take its toll on her and forced quite a few changes. She was no longer an innocent young girl yearning for attention. She was more of an attention whore who liked to interpret a night of rolling around in sheets with a guy as temporary love, though she knew that the two ideas weren't connected in any way, or at least not connected to each other in her case.
Frowning slightly, she slowed down her pacing even more, matching the pace of a snail, she dragged her legs, allowing the soles of her sneakers to scrape against the white-grey cement of the sidewalk. The park really wasn't so bad, but it just didn't fit her anymore. It felt too foreign and she could hardly gather together enough blurry memories to imagine it was ever her scene in the first place. She just wasn't sure how to enjoy places like parks, having grown accustomed to pounding music, flashing lights, and noisy people, and she wasn't quite sure she could ever quit that life, especially when she could hardly hold onto the yearning she once felt due to a desire to be a part of happy family wasting days away in parks. |
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Post by DAKOTA CAIUS PAYNE, on Feb 1, 2011 12:18:43 GMT -5
He continued messing around with his hair, frowning at the state of his bangs, hoping that by some miracle he'd be able to sort them out. Shaking his head and flipping hair forward, the mirror slipped out of his hands and rolled across the ground. Trust him to choose a circular mirror that rolls easily. Luckily it didn't smash, but it did land at somebody's feet. Great, he thought. Now he'd have to pick it up from that person's feet and look like a complete idiot. Why oh why was he such a klutz?
He ran across the park, following the line that the small mirror had taken and bent down to pick it up, crouching but somebody's legs. He looked up to see that it was a girl. That just made it even worse, because girls judged more and always thought he was 'cute'. She'd probably make some remark about his hair, too. She was quite pretty, though he wasn't in any way attracted to her. Coco preferred guys, as he had very recently discovered, and the idea of being with a girl just didn't appeal to him. Regrettably he'd made the mistake of trying to push the feelings away at first by dating one of his closest friends, and that relationship had been ruined when he told her that he was gay.. Didn't girls always like to have gay best friends..?!
His eyes were raised, gazing up at her, and he realized that he was staring. It was likely that he looked like a puppy too, due to the way he was crouched and looking up. He felt like such a fool.. Koti quickly looked down, picked up the mirror and stood abruptly upright. Unfortunately he'd stood up too quickly and his head began to spin slightly, so he couldn't focus on her face, but it soon faded away.
"I-I-I.." he stammered, at a complete loss for words and mentally kicking himself for stuttering like an imbecile, as per usual. "I'm sorry that was probably really really really weird but like, I dropped my mirror and it rolled over here and.. oh I feel stupid. I shouldn't have dropped it to begin with! Nyaaah.. And I was trying to fix my hair because of the wind and now I look even more stupid because my hair's a mess and my make up's probably smudged as well and and and and.." He stopped to take a breath, realizing he'd just said all of that far to quickly for any normal human being to understand and he was further embarrassing himself. "And now I look even more dumb.." he continued at a slower pace, sounding slightly somber.
He looked down again and began to scuff his feet though the dust, twiddling his fingers together. He hated how nervous he got around people sometimes. It was sort of like a blast from the past right now, though. He shouldn't be acting like that after spending so long trying to change himself. Recently he'd had the confidence to talk to people without sounding stupid. He'd lost his virginity, drank for the first time and broken a heart all in the same week. Surely that meant he should be more mature?
Koti mentally decided that it was because he was in a park that he was acting in that way, and decided that he wouldn't come back again. Ever. Clearly there was no positive outcome. All he'd achieved was a horribly messy hair do, smudged make up, and making a fool of himself in front of a stranger. He could feel that his face had heated up, and imagined that his face had probably turned a dark red color in his embarrassment.
"Okaaaay.. well, erm, I didn't mean to bother you." Dakota bit his lip and looked up to meet her eyes, hoping that she would excuse his behavior. Everyone was right when they said he was immature.. He tried to change it, but it was impossible to change who you were. He quickly pushed that thought away, not wanting to fall into depression like so many others did.. Or to cut himself like Chelsea did. "Maybe I should just, erm, go now. And um.. umm.. forget this ever happened?" He giggled nervously, backed away a little and turned his back on the girl. His initial instinct was to run away from this awkward situation and get as far away as quickly as he possibly could. But that would be even worse that what had just happened. He paused for a moment, staring out at the greenery. He'd just go for a cool 'swagger' walk.. Not that he'd ever tried that before..
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