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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jun 13, 2011 23:49:32 GMT -5
Blaise walked over to the bench that was sitting next to the lake. She sighed and sat down then pulled out a pack of cigarettes that she had just purchased. She put one in her mouth and lit it up taking a big drag from it and slowly letting out the smoke. She scanned the park looking for anyone she could meet or talk to.
Blaise sighed again while she thought about her friends back in Ireland. Screw this place,[/i]she said out loud as she finished her cigarette.
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jun 24, 2011 22:17:18 GMT -5
Fagan walked through the grass, flip-flops in hand. The air was warm, but the breeze was cool. She was sure the water was too, but she wasn't looking for a swim. Actually, she didn't know what she was looking for. Nothing, really; just to get out and in the air. It was summer now and many kids had left. Many more had stayed, but it seemed everyone was busy. She'd played her sax and her drums and shot at least a hundred arrows at the range and she was still bored. Now she found herself at the lake, walking alone.
How lame. Alone on such a great Summer day? She reached around into her back pocket and pulled out her Zune. She was a PC; end of story. She plugged the green ear buds into her ears, and turned the little machine on. The Oracles on the Delphi Express started. Good song, for more then one reason. Almost instantly her steps fell into time with the song.
Her hair was pulled away from her face with a light blue bandanna . Her hair hair fell down her back and past her shoulders; the light catching in it and dancing in it and making it shine like fire. The blue cloth above her forehead only made her hair stand out more by contrast.
She looked out over the lake, and her mind wandered as she walked. As she moved along through the grass a thought popped into her head: she hadn't seen anyone at the lake. That was strange. And just as she began to think about what would keep people away from the lake on such a wonderful day, she did see a person.
To be honest, Fagan thought it was a boy. Then as she got closer she recognized the smoker. Fagan blushed to herself when she realized that the person on the bench was actually a girl, and that she went to the same school as Fagan. Fagan didn't really know her. She was a regular kid, a mortal; and a senior. They had no classes together, no interaction. Fagan wasn't even really sure what her name was.
As Fagan neared the senior she saw the look on her face. She was obviously angry, maybe even a little sad. Fagan saw the girl's lips move as she killed the cigarette she'd been smoking. She wasn't sure what she had said, but judging by the look on her face Fagan figured it wasn't a happy salutation to the life.
Fagan pulled an ear bud out just as the song changed and Bruce Springsteen came on. She approached the girl on the bench , her steps cautious.
Hey,
[/color] she called out, a bright smile flashing across her face. Everything okay? You look kinda bummed out. Need a talk? My name's Fagan.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jun 25, 2011 1:16:38 GMT -5
Blaise was just about to get up and walk back to her dorm when a girl walked up next to her. She startled her a little causing her to jump slightly. She was kind of lost in her own thoughts when she came up. She had just spent the past half hour just looking out onto the lake. She never really thought she would miss Ireland as much as she did.
"Oh hey, yeah I'm okay just...thinking...I'm Blaise" she replied back with a slight smile. In all reality she was okay she just had a moment of weakness. She didn't have moments like that too often. Her father taught her not to show it because it makes you defenseless. She chuckled as she thought of her pathetic father. He was the kind of dad that was around when he wanted to be, which meant every few months.
Blaise moved down the bench so the girl could sit down and enjoy the day with her. She never saw the girl before so she just assumed she was new.
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jun 25, 2011 14:16:15 GMT -5
The girl moved down, and Fagan sat on the bench next to her. She tossed her shoes on the ground, and slid them on to her feet. She pulled the second ear bud out and reached for her Zune. She turned it off and wound the cord around it long ways.
The girl had said she was only thinking. Fagan had a feeling there was more to it then that; if she'd known the girl she would have called her out on it. But she didn't. So she just gave a little smile and nodded.
Good place tah think.
[/color] It wasn't until she said her name that Fagan realized the girl spoke with an accent. Sweet. Fagan always wanted an accent. Of course, outside of Pittsburgh she was teased for her dialect. Nice to meet yah. I like your accent; Irish, right?[/color] Fagan gave a big smile, sliding her Zune back into her pocket. Fagan could pin an accent in a heartbeat. It came with the perfect pitch; and spending too much time at the university with her mother. The accents you'd hear there would make you think you were at the UN. Where yah from? If I can ask,[/color] she smiled.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jun 26, 2011 0:02:09 GMT -5
Blaise scanned over the lake again and then turned to the girl and smiled. "Yeah it is a good place to think...I guess I just miss my friends back home. Never thought that would happen." She chuckled at the thought of actually missing home at all. She loved it there though, there was always something going on.
She laughed a little at the accent question. She was the first person here to actually ask her where she was from let alone if her accent was Irish. "Yea it's Irish. Sorry if I'm a little hard to understand sometimes." Blaise pulled out a flask and took a drink from it. She never left her dorm without it, and always had some form of alcohol in it. Usually she had Jack Daniels in it and it was gone in a day or too. She turned to the girl and offered her some "I don't know if you drink or not but you can help yourself." She set the flask between the two of them and smiled.
"I'm from Bray Ireland, just came her cause my parents made me. What about yourself?"
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jun 26, 2011 1:30:41 GMT -5
I'm sorry,
[/color] she said softly. Fagan got homesick, just like everyone else; but she didn't have to worry about international phone fairs. The girl confirmed her Irish accent, and gave Fagan the name of her home. Fagan had never heard of it, and silently wondered where at in Ireland it was. Fagan didn't think it was Northern. She figured the girl would have associated herself with the UK then, instead of Ireland. Oh well, another question for another time. Nope, you're fine,[/color] she said cheerfully, I'm pretty good at accents.[/color] She watched the girl take out a small flask and take a quick swig. Blaise offered it to her, setting it in the middle between the two. Fagan usually didn't drink; she was a total light weight. She guess one little sip couldn't hurt.. She reached out and picked up the flask, and lifted it to her lips. She could smell it before she could taste it. It was strong, and tasted slightly like metal from the flask. It burned her throat going down, and made her stomach warm. I'm from Pittsburgh,[/color] she said, setting the flask down. I came out here, well, mostly cause of my dad,[/color] she said simply. It wasn't a lie; she didn't tell the whole truth. She doubted that Blaise would even ask about it. Her head felt heavy; and her whole body was tingly. Fagan loved feeling warm. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jun 26, 2011 13:58:33 GMT -5
"It's alright, not a big deal really." She shrugged her shoulders a little and took another drink from her flask.
Blaise reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She put one in her mouth and lit it with her zippo lighter. Then she turned to the other girl and offered her one. This made her realize that she is really a bad influence on people, with all the drinking and smoking she does. This brought a small smile to her face and she shook her head slightly.
"Parents suck to be honest. Mine just got tired of me not listening I guess." She then remembered that the girl might not know where Bray was. She debated weather she should explain or just leave it.
"Oh by the way Bray is about 20km south of Dublin on the east coast. If that helps at all, I figured you didn't know where it was." She laughed slightly and smiled at the girl.
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jun 27, 2011 22:11:18 GMT -5
Yeaa? I was wondering where it was,
[/color] she laughed. That's cool. I've never been to Europe. I really want to go someday.[/color] The way Blaise talked, it sounded like she was a bit of a rebel. Not hard to believe though. Then again, what normal teenage kid didn't get into it with their parents? Still, to send her clear across any country.. She couldn't be that bad. No thanks,[/color] she said turning down the cigarette. Bad for my sax. And her lungs. Grossss. Fagan wouldn't mention that though; no reason to get into a health debate with this girl she'd never met before. Fagan could hear the disdain in Blaise's voice when she mention how parents suck. Fagan kept quiet. She and her mother had always gotten along just fine. Her relationship with her father was strained, of course, but what could she expect? She had several sisters her own age at the school; let alone all the other half-siblings out there in the world. Well, at least Summer's here. No more school for a solid three months. You're a senior, right?[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size] |
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jun 27, 2011 23:53:11 GMT -5
"Really? You should go visit there sometime, it's great. Nothing like America, to be honest it kind of sucks here." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. Blaise couldn't believe how different it was here from Ireland.
She laughed as Fagan turned down the cigarette. Sometimes she tends to forget that not everyone smokes. All of her friends in Ireland smoked and drank like it was their job. "The sax huh? That's pretty cool. I play the guitar that's about it, I want to learn the drums though. Maybe you can play for me sometime." She smiled at Fagan.
"Yea I'm glad it's summer. That means more surfing so it's great. Yes I'm a senior, thank god I hate school. Are you?"
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jun 28, 2011 22:31:50 GMT -5
Fagan shrugged. She hated hearing people bad mouth America. It was awkward, she never really knew what to say. Yeaa, but it's home.
[/color] Blaise said she could play guitar. Fagan instantly lit up. Really? That's cool. I play drums; the set, and I'm on drumline in the band. Actually, I can play most any instrument. I'm kind of a band geek,[/color] she laughed. I love music.[/color] The love for music came from her mother; the talent from her father. Blaise would never know that. No matter how bad her family was, it would never compare to Fagan's freak family-tree. You surf? That's pretty cool. I just boogie board, hahhh.[/color] The girl confirmed her grade, and asked Fagan if she was a senior too? She shook her head, and her smile dimmed a little. Nope. I'm a junior. Still have one more year left. Lucky you though. Think you'll go to college back in Ireland, or will you stay Stateside?[/color] It was kind of a dumb question, thinking about the Blaise's comment early about America; Fagan just shrugged to herself and looked around over the lake. The sun was reflecting brightly off the water. She silently wondered if there was a college for demi-gods she could attend. Probably not. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size] |
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jun 30, 2011 18:50:33 GMT -5
Blaise smiled a little when Fagan said she could play almost anything. She wished she could be that musically talented but oh well. She only knew how to play guitar because she would play it as loud as possible to piss off her parents. "I love music too. I kind of get lost in my own little world."
She nodded when the other girl confirmed that she surfed. She has been surfing for as long as she could remember. She loved it, it got her mind off of everything. "Have you ever tried surfing?"
Blaise shrugged when asked if she was going to college. She never really thought about it to be honest. "I might stay here with my girlfriend Pippa but I guess it all depends on how we work out. As far as college I haven't put any thought into it."
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jun 30, 2011 22:42:07 GMT -5
Yeaa, I know what you mean. I get in trouble a lot cause of though, hahh. I spend a little too much time down in the music room.
[/color] Blaise asked her if she'd ever tried to surf. Fagan thought a moment, remembering the first summer she had spent on the West coast. She'd gone to the beach with a bunch of friends. They all knew how to surf, and had been doing it since they would walk. Fagan had been to the ocean a whole three times in her life, and while she was a good swimmer, there was something about the ocean that made her wary. She'd swam in pools, lakes, even the river. Rivers didn't have jellyfish though.. In Fagan's mind, jellyfish were way worse then any shark. No, I've never tried it before. I'm a little intimidated by the ocean, to be honest. [/color] Girlfriend, she says. Fagan wasn't expecting that one. I mean, maybe it was suppose to be obvious.. She had mistaken Blaise for a boy at first glance. It wasn't that Fagan minded, like: hello! That's nice. Does she go to Richmond too?[/color] Fagan hadn't recognized the other girl's name. If she did go to the school she was probably just a regular kid. She was sure she'd know the name if it were another demi-god. Just as well, it'd be terrible to have to lie to someone you loved about who you really were. Blaise didn't seem like the kind of girl that liked being lied to all that well either.. So what was wrong earlier? You seemed pretty upset when I came along.[/color] Probably none of her business, that's what. But Fagan was too nice to noticed certain boundaries. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size] |
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jul 2, 2011 1:25:57 GMT -5
Blaise never really was afraid of the ocean so she couldn't understand why people were. As she thought about it though she realized that it kind of freaks her out that she can't see the bottom and doesn't know all that is down there. "The jellyfish actually do freak me out a little but if I get stung I get stung no biggie. But that's about it oh and the fact that I can't see the bottom." She gave her a smile and shrugged her shoulders.
After she said she had a girlfriend she realized that Fagan didn't know she was a lesbian. She got that kind of reaction all the time so now it was just comical to her. "Yeah she goes to this school. She started here a little before I did." Blaise said this with a smile. Even talking about Pippa made her heart flutter and put a smile on her face.
The smile faded as she was asked about earlier. She hated showing weakness but it probably is better to talk about it. "I was thinking about my best friend. She passed away about a year ago, I guess I'm still broken up about it. I actually called her cell phone last night to talk to her and realized she would never answer it again." Blaise felt horrible about springing all of this onto the other girl. She hated to talk about it but probably needed to since she hasn't talked about it since it happened.
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jul 2, 2011 1:39:35 GMT -5
Fagan frowned, listening to Blaise. Fagan had never really lost anyone that important to her. Her grandparents had died before she was born, her mother was always healthy, her father couldn't die. The most she'd lost was an old uncle she'd met once, when she was five. Fagan couldn't imagine how Blaise was feeling.
I'm so sorry.
[/color] What else was there to say? Fagan didn't understand. At least, that kind of loss. Fagan, like every other person on the face of the Earth, understood pain perfectly well. And, like each person out there, she had her escape. Her music. Her drums, her sax, her pen and paper, her muse. It was her therapy. Maybe,/ she said quietly, You could write a song? Music heals, well. And you already play guitar; it'd be easy.It was a touchy subject. Fagan probably had no business in it. Then again, the girl had opened up to her. Fagan had written so many songs about boys and emotions and teenage problems that she could make a sappy love story musical out of them. I could even help, if you wanted. Add drums, bass, keys, whatever you wanted. Record it, whatever your heart would desire,[/color] she smiled. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jul 2, 2011 1:50:56 GMT -5
"It's okay. She's in a better place now." She smiled slightly, it's easier to deal with if she thinks about it like that.
Blaise felt bad for putting the girl in an awkward situation like that. She knew how it felt to be on Fagan's side, it's just awkward you never know what to say. There really is nothing to say, its always a touchy subject.
"I just drink and it makes it better. I have written a few songs about her as well, it always turns out sounding like I was in love with her." They did have a relationship at one time, then she told her that she didn't want to ruin anything. Story of her life, that's why she never really got close to anyone.
She smiled when she offered to help her out with her songs. "We should play together some time. That would be pretty cool. But only if you try to surf." She stuck her tongue out as she teased her about the surfing again.
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