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Post by [jocelyn] giordano on Jan 4, 2007 0:44:38 GMT
The sun was hanging on the west side of the sky, dipping its rays into the unknown. Dusk was upon Los Angeles, but moving rather slowly. The air, still and clean, not having the moistened touch it held hours before. The cyan skyline a welcome sight to protected eyes who had not yet enjoyed the day. A few people taking their loveable hounds for a much a needed walk, their short, blunt barks enchoing throughout the timbers lining the walkway. The cystalline ponds whispering their hymns as the liquid dripped in ryhtmn down the stones. The fish swimmingly busily in their false currents, gliding swiftly past the labrynth of underwater weeds.
Jocelyn was tucked neatly away under a weeping willow tree. The draping branches nearly concealing her identity in a covert motion. Yet, when one came around the bend, a break in the branches revealed her positon. Deep maple locks straightened to the perfect standards, laying neatly perched on her shoulders. Her attire; torn denim jeans, black studded belt, fitted white hoodie tattoed bands name. Typical. Head was gently leaned against the bracing trunk of the tree, voids gazing out into space, as her mind ran away with her.
I haven't talked to a single person in a week. How sad is that?
Gosh, do I have something stamped across my forehead? 'Hi I'm Lame.' Wow...
She scolded herself silently, she had never been this secluded. I guess there truly is a first time for everything. Eyes rolled with the lulling of her words, a sigh passing through her coral lips. The flesh on her fingertips playing gingerly at the tear in her pants, before slowly drifting to pick at the emerald stalks below her anatomy. Jocelyn again looked back to those who walked by, ignoring her presence completely. But her being alone wasn't their problem. Was it? It couldn't be.
Jocelyn was tucked neatly away under a weeping willow tree. The draping branches nearly concealing her identity in a covert motion. Yet, when one came around the bend, a break in the branches revealed her positon. Deep maple locks straightened to the perfect standards, laying neatly perched on her shoulders. Her attire; torn denim jeans, black studded belt, fitted white hoodie tattoed bands name. Typical. Head was gently leaned against the bracing trunk of the tree, voids gazing out into space, as her mind ran away with her.
I haven't talked to a single person in a week. How sad is that?
Gosh, do I have something stamped across my forehead? 'Hi I'm Lame.' Wow...
She scolded herself silently, she had never been this secluded. I guess there truly is a first time for everything. Eyes rolled with the lulling of her words, a sigh passing through her coral lips. The flesh on her fingertips playing gingerly at the tear in her pants, before slowly drifting to pick at the emerald stalks below her anatomy. Jocelyn again looked back to those who walked by, ignoring her presence completely. But her being alone wasn't their problem. Was it? It couldn't be.
