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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 23, 2007 21:51:20 GMT -5
There seemed to be a trend of Bob Dylan coing from Peyton's guitar. One day she had just started to play things that her father liked and Bob Dylan was his favorite. In some way it made her feel like he wasn't dead. She had given up on being upset about it, but it made her hate this war even more. There was nothing -- in her mind -- worth fighting for over there. All it had done was kill her father and other people's fathers. She didn't even bother to fill in the lyrics to the intricate song on her acoustic. She just plucked the strings; Peyton could almost play the song without looking, she'd occasionally shut her eyes subconsciously. Then she had an epiphany that spending one's day alone in a dorm playing songs about your dead father wasn't a very good way to go theough summer. It would just end up depressing her after some time.
Peyton looked up, out the window at the overcast sky. She heaved a tiny sigh, putting the guitar down and walking to her closet grabbing her "Horrors" hoodie. She walked back over to the window, staring out it for a few minutes. The girl needed to get out, she realized with a ruffle of her blonde hair, straightened for once. Straightened hair for Peyton was a sign of boredom, she only straightened it when there was nothing else to do. She turned around, looking into the mirror, her eyes quickly darting towards the floor. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first had what it's like to be me. Drugs, alcohol, everything corrupted the girl at the moment, and frankly she hated it. She took a deep breath and ran out the dorm to her car, driving in some random direction.
Wasting gas wasn't a very good way of spending the day either. She pulled into a parking lot, not really knowing where she was, just so she could stop driving the old car around. She grabbed a spot and put her head down on the wheel, taking a few deep breaths. She looked up momentarily, just to see where she had arived. There were joggers and nannys running after children, most likely the park. She shrugged and got out of the car, just beggining to meander around
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 23, 2007 22:26:55 GMT -5
Holden's day thus far had not been even remotely productive. He had woken up early, due to the fact that his house mates were all early risers. This did not sit well with him of course, and although he had gotten out of bed long enough to fix himself a toaster waffle and eat it, the moment the house had emptied he had returned to his room and slumped back under the covers of his bed. There he had remained, fast asleep, for several hours, until he awoke to a cold wet nose thrusting itself under the covers and touching his face. Now this isn't generally the most pleasant wake up call, so it was no surprise that he sat up abruptly and let out a slight yell. He calmed when he realized his damp nosed attacker was only Joey, the family dog. The large black and white mixed breed sat on the floor of his room, tail wagging like crazy.
"...I guess you want to go for a walk." Holden said after a moment, plainly not happy at being woken so abruptly. Joey had a lot of border collie in him, which was likely why he got so hyper and excited when Holden got out of bed. The boy found a pair of jeans on the floor and pulled them on over the boxers he'd slept in, before finding a shirt in his dresser and yanking that on as well. He grabbed his pair of black low top converse and slipped them on without bothering with the laces. He was far too lazy for any of his other shoes, as they all required undoing and redoing the laces to put them on. His low tops didn't. He headed downstairs, grabbing the dog's leash off of its hook on the way and attaching it to the bouncy dog's collar.
The moment he shut the front door, Holden was dragged down the sidewalk. Joey, in his excitement to get out, evidently forgot that his new owner and friend was holding onto the leash. He dragged the boy the entire way to the park, stopping only occasionally to mark his territory. Upon reaching the park, he kept dragging his owner, forcing him to run. Holden concentrated fully on keeping up with the animal, so he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. That is, until he noticed Peyton, too late, directly in his path. He managed to say "Oh cra-" before he got cut off as he smacked straight into her, before falling back onto his ass with a grunt. Surprised, Joey turned around and looked at Holden, head cocked to one side, as if to ask what he was doing on the ground. Holden grimaced and turned his attention on the girl he had nearly crushed. "...Um...sorry."
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 24, 2007 13:19:48 GMT -5
Peyton's red converse led the way; once upon a time they were a vibrant red color but between the paint, dirt and everything else the shoes had seen they had faded to more of a maroon. She pulled in her black 'The Horrors' hoodie closer as the cool morning air engulfed her. Peyton was in a slight daze, not really watching where she was going. She walked along thinking about everything and nothing. It had been a while since she had a bump of cocaine or heroin or anything for that matter, and the small part of her that actually had morals wanted to stay that way. She pulled her hood up over her head, her blonde bangs swept over her left eye.
She walked along the path, occasionally passed or nudged by a jogger, making her look up instantly and wish she had tripped them. Her eyes wandered back down to the ground, watching her skinny jean clad legs lead the way for her. She felt someone else's body smack into her, she landed on the ground, looking up her eyes wide. Her hood had fallen down; exposing the blonde hair on top of her head. She ruffled it and looked around.
She saw the boy she had smacked into and laughed slightly, in her mind it was kind of funny. Then she saw the dog. Her heart melted and her eyes widened. Peyton always had a soft spot for dogs, she loved them. "Oh, no worries, it was my fault" she said to the boy across from her.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 24, 2007 22:12:00 GMT -5
"It wasn't even slightly your fault." Holden corrected. Meanwhile Joey, who like all dog's could sense an animal lover, was already showing his love for Peyton. He did this by washing her face with his tongue, not really caring if she wanted him to or not, his tail wagging a mile a minute. Realizing she might not want that, Holden grabbed the dog by the collar and pulled him away. The hyper animal strained against him, panting and jumping up and down. "I think it was mostly the fault of this moron here." He said this with obvious affection for the animal, and not in a mean way at all.
Getting to his feet, he brushed grass, dirt, and various other small particles off of himself, then offered her a hand to help her get up. Since he had knocked her over, he felt it was only polite to at least offer to help her up. "Seriously though, I am sorry. I should have controlled my beast better. Or at least like, kept a better eye out to avoid plowing into people." He smiled slightly at her. He didn't really feel bad, considering the fact that she was laughing about it, but he still felt the need to apologize for knocking her down. It was really part of his nature.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 24, 2007 22:40:38 GMT -5
Peyton laughed as the dog licked her face, she leaned back and pet the dog, a big smile on her face. This had probably made her day. She looked up at the boy, still smiling. "Seriously, it's no problem, he's so adorable," she said, taking his hand and pulling herself up off the ground. She dusted some dirt off of her pants and loked up at him again. She looked back down at the dog, the smile still on her face, she leaned down to pet him on the head for a few seconds then looked back up.
"I'm Peyton" she offered, a tiny smile on her face. She pushed her bans at her face, her green eyes momentarily glancing back down towards the dog. She missed her dog now, back in Boston.
ooc;; my brain is filled with sawdust
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 24, 2007 22:53:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, he is pretty cute isn't he?" Holden agreed, reaching down to pat the dog himself. Joey rewarded him for his attention by leaping up and licking his face. It took a while before he managed to shove the hyper animal back down, and then he turned back to Peyton, laughing. "He's half border collie but I think the other half is a rocket ship or something. Oh, and I'm Holden. Nice meeting you. Or you know, nice bumping into you." He laughed slightly at his own really bad joke that was barely even a joke. "And sorry for that pathetic joke. I couldn't help myself. I mean, since we literally bumped into each other and all."
ooc:if your brain is filled with sawdust mine must be filled with like... jello.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 24, 2007 23:11:03 GMT -5
"Oh my god he's adorable," she said. She smiled down at the dog again, he really did make her heart melt. She laughed at the boy's rocketship comment. "That would be cool if he was like half dog half rocketship, kinda like a transformer... I should stop" she said with a tiny laugh. "Nice to meet you too Holden," she said, she laughed at his joke "I love bad jokes, I swear, I just laugh way too hard at things that aren't even funny" she said with a tiny shrug.
ooc;; Psht, sawdust, jello, same thing.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 24, 2007 23:17:19 GMT -5
"I have to admit that would be pretty damn sweet. He'd like, have the power to fly and probably have like, a built in jet pack... You know maybe we should both stop." Giving a slight laugh, he grinned at her. "Yeah, bad jokes are pretty damn amazing. Bad puns are even better though. I'm such a sucker for bad puns. I once found a greeting card, and the cover was like, a page in a dictionary with the definition of Moray Eel underlined right? So then you open it and it has a picture of a moray eel and it says 'Dat's A moray!' under it. you know like 'Dat's Amore'? Well anyway I laughed for forty five minutes straight." Holden wasn't entirely sure why he had shared that story. Maybe it was because she seemed to have a similar sense of humor to him, and he figured she would get a kick out of it too.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 24, 2007 23:28:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, we should stop, but having like an Optimus Prime type dog would be pretty sweet... Agh! I'm such a nerd," she said, she let out a tiny giggle then smiled slightly at the boy again. Peyton listened to his pun, then let out a burst of laughter. "Oh my god puns are the best things ever," she managed to say while laughing. She looked down at the dog who seemed quite puzzled at this point and smiled again.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 24, 2007 23:42:32 GMT -5
Holden giggled at the idea of an Optimus Prime dog. "I think an Optimus Prime dog would ROCK. Someone should like, invent one somehow...and don't worry. You may be a nerd but I'm a MEGA nerd." He spoke almost proudly, and gave a very wide grin. "Puns are like... amazing." He went silent for a moment, then burst into hysterics. "Oh god. I once read this online comic talking about how annoying it is that punk albums lately always have pun album titles. So the one dude was like "It's like all of punk rock has become one big pun!" and his friend goes "Maybe that's why they call it PUNNNk rock. Eh eh?" and he hits him. It like, made my life when I found it." He paused, then spoke again. "hey is there a swing set here? I feel like swinging." Yeah, he was sort of rambling and changing subjects way too often. He could get like that sometimes. Perhaps the dog wasn't the only one that was half rocket ship.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 25, 2007 0:01:49 GMT -5
Peyton laughed, "Well, nerds are just awesome, especially pun loving ones, and you should just start calling your dog Optimus or something" she looked down at the do, petting him "because I don't even know his name so as far as I know that could be his name." she said putting up the hood on her 'The Horrors' hoodie again. She let out a burst of laughted at the last pun. "That's the best thing I think I've ever heard" she said in between laughing and looking around. "There should be swings, I mean it's a park how much of a ripoff would that be if there weren't swings?" Peyton wondered aloud.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 25, 2007 17:23:30 GMT -5
"Well I could call him Optimus, true. His name is Joey though. Which I kinda like cuz it makes me think of Joey Ramone." Holden gave a slight shrug, then grinned. "Yeah, that pun pretty much made my life." He looked around as well, obviously trying to find said swings. "It would be a pretty budget park without swings, but I don't see any. Maybe they're just hiding? Or I dunno, is there like a playground area in the park? I have no idea about the layout it's only like my second time coming to it."
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 25, 2007 22:06:39 GMT -5
Peyton's eyes widened slightly when she heard Joey Ramone. "I was listening to Rocket to Russia in my car on the way here!" She loved The Ramones, all of that nostalgic CBGB type stuff was her favorite along with a few others. She looked down at Joey, rubbing the top of his head, she looked back up at Holden, "Well," she started, the wind blowing her hood off, she sighed a frusterated sigh at it, giving up "I'm in the mood for a bit of a swing as well, wanna go on a hunt for them?" she offered, a small smile on her face.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 26, 2007 18:02:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, when I got here I asked the lady I live with. I was so excited like, "Woah did you name him after Joey Ramone?!" and she was just like "eh...no." She's a nice lady but man did she crush my hopes and dreams." Holden joked, laughing slightly. He tightened his grip on Joey's leash. Probably sensing that they planned on getting on the move again, the dog had gotten excited and was tugging. "Sound's good! We'll go on a quest for the swings!" He looked around again and sighed. "Only trouble of course being, we have no idea which direction to even begin looking in." He grinned sheepishly. It was a big park. If they took a wrong turn, they could just miss the playground area by a few feet and end up a mile away from it.
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Post by -->PEYTON&&GABBY<-- on Aug 26, 2007 18:10:18 GMT -5
Peyton laughed. "Oh well, they probably did they just didn't want to tell you because they're really bad people," she said obviously joking. She smiled at him then down at the dog again. "Well, whatever it'll be a nice walk assuming it doesn't rain," she said looking at the clouds over head. She liked rain though, it didn't bother her "and plus if we start to hear little kids screaming we'll know where to go"
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