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I'm not going to be on today or because I'm going to see my sister, sorry to anyone that this effects.
Hope my post is okay, I can change it if need be.
Spencer didn't contribute to the conversation about films, honestly having no idea what to say. He'd never been a massive lover of movies, finding most of them to be essentially the same, the only thing really varying in them being the people that starred in them, and even then they all looked the same. He thought there were more interesting things to do with two hours than waste it watching a fictional character's life, and so he made a habit of staying way clear of the things. Books, on the other hand, he didn't mind so much, although he couldn't actually explain why. He slowly found himself tuning out of the conversation, the voices just becoming a faint buzz as his gaze settled on the fire, watching the flames writhe and twist against each other, colours licking together until they were just a mess of oranges and yellows with the occasional violent streak of blue. It was relaxing, almost, made him forget about the craziness of the day. Part of him thought it might just all be some sick joke, a prank that someone from the high school had decided to pull in one last ditch attempt to be remembered by their classmates as legendary. He was still quite happily living in denial, and it was pretty obvious. It was only when Leon finally checked the phone that it all went down hill, and Spark's borderline calm was ruptured completely.
At first, Spencer wasn't even sure if he wanted to see the text, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he'd peered over the shoulder of someone else while they were looking, but even just one small glance was enough to make his stomach turn. He felt sick, physically sick, as a wave of familiarity struck him, gaze catching one of the dead figures that had tried to flee. He knew him. Max. They'd been friends, or, at least, mutually friendly with each other. They'd sit together at lunch, hell, Spark had even been round to his house when his parents got in heated arguments and he needed to leave. He was possibly the closest friend Spencer had, and now he was lying on the cold, hard ground, bullets ripped through his torso. Eyes widening, he practically stumbled backwards, a slight tremor running through his left hand as he swallowed hard, trying to remove the lump that was threatening to form in his throat.
It was all too real.
It was all too stressful.
Spark couldn't cope.
"I - uh-" he stammered, feeling like everyone was watching him, maybe even laughing. He needed a way to calm down or he felt like he was just going to explode in front of them all, his inability to deal with stressful situations the same way as everyone else crippling him right when he needed to get over it most.
"I need a fucking cigarette," he finally finished, suddenly realising his fingers had been drumming against the almost full packet since he got here. He was well aware that going off for a cigarette was probably the worst idea right now, especially if it meant he'd be left alone in a situation where he had a lighter and everything around him was flammable, but he'd just have to risk it. He turned and walked away from the group, offering Henry a nervous smile as he accidentally brushed his shoulder, almost forgetting he was even there. He doubted anyone was about to come after him, and to be honest, he didn't really want them too. Leon, Lillah and Henry seemed nice, but the rest? Spencer couldn't be sure. He wasn't good with loud, talkative people, and it was already starting to show. Shrugging the thought away, Spark pulled a cigarette out of the packet and lit it, shaking hand stilled as it clutched his lighter, tight grip turning his knuckles white. He'd get over this - he had to.
At first, Spencer wasn't even sure if he wanted to see the text, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he'd peered over the shoulder of someone else while they were looking, but even just one small glance was enough to make his stomach turn. He felt sick, physically sick, as a wave of familiarity struck him, gaze catching one of the dead figures that had tried to flee. He knew him. Max. They'd been friends, or, at least, mutually friendly with each other. They'd sit together at lunch, hell, Spark had even been round to his house when his parents got in heated arguments and he needed to leave. He was possibly the closest friend Spencer had, and now he was lying on the cold, hard ground, bullets ripped through his torso. Eyes widening, he practically stumbled backwards, a slight tremor running through his left hand as he swallowed hard, trying to remove the lump that was threatening to form in his throat.
It was all too real.
It was all too stressful.
Spark couldn't cope.
"I - uh-" he stammered, feeling like everyone was watching him, maybe even laughing. He needed a way to calm down or he felt like he was just going to explode in front of them all, his inability to deal with stressful situations the same way as everyone else crippling him right when he needed to get over it most.
"I need a fucking cigarette," he finally finished, suddenly realising his fingers had been drumming against the almost full packet since he got here. He was well aware that going off for a cigarette was probably the worst idea right now, especially if it meant he'd be left alone in a situation where he had a lighter and everything around him was flammable, but he'd just have to risk it. He turned and walked away from the group, offering Henry a nervous smile as he accidentally brushed his shoulder, almost forgetting he was even there. He doubted anyone was about to come after him, and to be honest, he didn't really want them too. Leon, Lillah and Henry seemed nice, but the rest? Spencer couldn't be sure. He wasn't good with loud, talkative people, and it was already starting to show. Shrugging the thought away, Spark pulled a cigarette out of the packet and lit it, shaking hand stilled as it clutched his lighter, tight grip turning his knuckles white. He'd get over this - he had to.
The Scotsman said
Imagine Dragons, non-stop. All the way down there and all the way, just Imagine Dragons.
It's Time and Hear Me are already on it aha
Apokalipse said
Veggie Tales. Because Barbara Manatee.
I google'd this. Uh. Either I found the wrong thing or, uh, I'm just confused. Dancing vegetables.
Kidd said
Everyone can enjoy Mumford and Sons.
I'm sat here trying to figure out which songs because they're all so great. Gah.
MST3K 4ever said
It all depends on who you're going with. Know your audience and remember for every song you pick and like someone will hate (and vice versa)...I used to be a DJ so I speak from experience. Bottom line: You're creative Sixx...go with your gut...do what feels right.
Thanks, I'm just sat here like '...How do I make a five hour journey feel faster? ..' I'm not good at this kind of thing >.< Also, you used to be a DJ? That's so cool!
I'm going down to London tomorrow so I won't be able to post Friday or Saturday (most likely), so I'm going to try and post tonight. Uh, yeah..
EDIT:
Also if anyone has any music recommendations that'd be great - I've been tasked with making a playlist for the trip >.<
EDIT:
Also if anyone has any music recommendations that'd be great - I've been tasked with making a playlist for the trip >.<
Eros only watched at first, not quite sure how she was supposed to react as the girl slowly edged towards her, taking the smallest steps it was physically possible to make whilst still moving forward. Hell, she was sure she'd seen snails take bigger steps than the girl, and they didn't even have legs. Still, she let the girl keep on edging, letting the cigarette in her hands numb any feelings she actually had over the matter. Besides, the girl didn't look like she could ever be much of a threat, looking like more of a runner than a fighter, and Eros wasn't the kind of girl that couldn't handle herself. Admittedly, she wasn't strong, never had been, years of damaging her body in the name of beauty had ensured that, any muscle she once had eaten away by her own body as it desperately clutched to whatever food it could find to keep the vital cells functioning, her cold heart still beating, because she sure as hell wasn't feeding it. What she lacked in strength she made up in intelligence, she liked to think, having been in the top sets at her school all the way up until she ended up dropping out, pulled away from a good life by her own selfish actions. Not that she'd ever admit it that, oh no. Admitting it was her own fault that she ended up in the South was never going to happen, not while she could help it.
By the time Eros was pulled back to reality, the girl had managed to scuttle even further forward, a sudden surge of confidence sending her even further forwards until the gap was finally closed, Eros having managed to not move an inch during the entire process. She offered the woman another warm smile, disregarding the fact that she'd been ignored when she spoke on the grounds that the girl was clearly quite strange. An anomaly, so to speak. She seemed confident yet nervous at the same time, and, whilst Eros was fairly sure she wasn't on any sort of drug, she couldn't help but question the erratic behavior. 'Maybe she just has problems,' she thought to herself, but, then again, didn't everyone round here? Shrugging the thought away, her face quickly contorted into a confused delight as the watch was offered up to her, some sort of welcome gift or present. Whatever it was, she wasn't about to deny it just because it was off a stranger. She loved presents, always had done and always would do.
"Thank you, honey," she drawled, accepting the watch as gracefully as she could, even swapping her cigarette into her other hand so she could clasp it with her more stable fingers, running her thumb over the face of the watch. "I - uh - can I do something for you, or?" she quickly added, raising a delicate eyebrow at the girl, finally able to really, properly look at her now she was closer. She had the familiar traits of someone from the South - slim figure, almost ill looking, but she was short too, standing at just under five foot, or, she looked it anyway. Still, she was pretty, Eros couldn't deny that, maybe even beautiful. Her gaze continued to flicker from the girl to the watch, fingers still gently brushing against the surface as she waited for some sort of response.
By the time Eros was pulled back to reality, the girl had managed to scuttle even further forward, a sudden surge of confidence sending her even further forwards until the gap was finally closed, Eros having managed to not move an inch during the entire process. She offered the woman another warm smile, disregarding the fact that she'd been ignored when she spoke on the grounds that the girl was clearly quite strange. An anomaly, so to speak. She seemed confident yet nervous at the same time, and, whilst Eros was fairly sure she wasn't on any sort of drug, she couldn't help but question the erratic behavior. 'Maybe she just has problems,' she thought to herself, but, then again, didn't everyone round here? Shrugging the thought away, her face quickly contorted into a confused delight as the watch was offered up to her, some sort of welcome gift or present. Whatever it was, she wasn't about to deny it just because it was off a stranger. She loved presents, always had done and always would do.
"Thank you, honey," she drawled, accepting the watch as gracefully as she could, even swapping her cigarette into her other hand so she could clasp it with her more stable fingers, running her thumb over the face of the watch. "I - uh - can I do something for you, or?" she quickly added, raising a delicate eyebrow at the girl, finally able to really, properly look at her now she was closer. She had the familiar traits of someone from the South - slim figure, almost ill looking, but she was short too, standing at just under five foot, or, she looked it anyway. Still, she was pretty, Eros couldn't deny that, maybe even beautiful. Her gaze continued to flicker from the girl to the watch, fingers still gently brushing against the surface as she waited for some sort of response.
Spark, as usual, just did what he was told, following Leon as he walked away up the hill, having no idea how to actually survive out in the forest. He'd never been much of a camper, and his parent's idea of a holiday was less fun filled adventures in the trees or sitting around campfires roasting marshmallows whilst someone told ghost stories, more wannabe five star hotels in the middle of the Tennessee, where the only planned activities were arguing with the extended family and wishing you were anywhere but there. He could handle the drunken Uncle that spent more time ranting to himself about how the spirit of real country music was lost than he did talking to his wife (who, by the way, may or may not have been sleeping with her ex husband for the past three months, but that's another story), but he couldn't handle the great big outdoors. He'd tried though, for everyone else's sake. He didn't want to be the useless guy that the group ended up looking after more than anything else. He couldn't stand not being useful, never had done.
When they walked, he's somehow managed to fall in somewhere in the middle, the black rucksack he'd picked up not heavy enough to slow him down. He doubted he'd even taken a bulk of the weight, other people's looking significantly worse than his, but strength wasn't exactly his forte. He'd managed to keep up, anyway, using the familiar crunch of the leaves below his feet as a reminder that he wasn't the only one there, and it wasn't a suicide mission. Not yet, anyway.
Quickly discarding his bag to the floor when they arrived at the clearing, he immediately got to work putting tents up, rolling the already creased sleeves of his hoodie up so it was easier to work, nimble fingers easily navigating the various poles and pull overs, managing to figure out the basic construction without bothering to read the instructions. Tents really weren't that hard, it turned out. It was only when all the tents were up that Leon returned, firewood in hand, and quickly made a fire that everyone gathered round again. Well, all but Jojo, who'd already retreated into a tent. throwing some mild invitation to the girls before disappearing, presumably for the night. Taking a seat roughly between Lillah and Leon, he looked around at the group, fingers drumming nervously against the pockets of his jeans.
Spencer waited until pretty much everyone had gone to even dare to speak up, spending most of his time questioning exactly why they were introducing themselves. It's not like they'd known each other all through high school, hell, maybe even been in the same year... Oh no wait. It didn't make much sense to him, truth be told, but he wasn't about to challenge the apparent social convention just because he was confused and in a bad mood. Besides, he wasn't about to attract attention to himself on the first day, he wasn't that ill tempered, so he just left it to a muttered side comment, "this makes no sense," the chances of anyone but Lillah or Leon hearing him were stupidly slim, impossible, even.
"Uh, Spencer, Spark - whatever you want, really..." He finally spoke up, lifting his hand to do a small, two fingered wave at everyone before dropping it back to his lap, not quite sure what they were all supposed to do now. His gaze flickered around the group once more, waiting for someone else to do or say something, anything, to stop the threat of the oncoming silence.
When they walked, he's somehow managed to fall in somewhere in the middle, the black rucksack he'd picked up not heavy enough to slow him down. He doubted he'd even taken a bulk of the weight, other people's looking significantly worse than his, but strength wasn't exactly his forte. He'd managed to keep up, anyway, using the familiar crunch of the leaves below his feet as a reminder that he wasn't the only one there, and it wasn't a suicide mission. Not yet, anyway.
Quickly discarding his bag to the floor when they arrived at the clearing, he immediately got to work putting tents up, rolling the already creased sleeves of his hoodie up so it was easier to work, nimble fingers easily navigating the various poles and pull overs, managing to figure out the basic construction without bothering to read the instructions. Tents really weren't that hard, it turned out. It was only when all the tents were up that Leon returned, firewood in hand, and quickly made a fire that everyone gathered round again. Well, all but Jojo, who'd already retreated into a tent. throwing some mild invitation to the girls before disappearing, presumably for the night. Taking a seat roughly between Lillah and Leon, he looked around at the group, fingers drumming nervously against the pockets of his jeans.
Spencer waited until pretty much everyone had gone to even dare to speak up, spending most of his time questioning exactly why they were introducing themselves. It's not like they'd known each other all through high school, hell, maybe even been in the same year... Oh no wait. It didn't make much sense to him, truth be told, but he wasn't about to challenge the apparent social convention just because he was confused and in a bad mood. Besides, he wasn't about to attract attention to himself on the first day, he wasn't that ill tempered, so he just left it to a muttered side comment, "this makes no sense," the chances of anyone but Lillah or Leon hearing him were stupidly slim, impossible, even.
"Uh, Spencer, Spark - whatever you want, really..." He finally spoke up, lifting his hand to do a small, two fingered wave at everyone before dropping it back to his lap, not quite sure what they were all supposed to do now. His gaze flickered around the group once more, waiting for someone else to do or say something, anything, to stop the threat of the oncoming silence.
Sixx said It was time for an evening adventure
To me, 8pm is evening, late evening, but still evening.
Also:
Embrz said
taking a bite from the bread. Food for the day, she thought, taking another bite.
I think (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong here), that this one isn't time relative/specific. When Emrbz says 'day', it could just mean within that 24 hours, as in, that's all the food she'll have for the next 24 hours?
That's my two cents, anyway. But yeah, some of them don't make great sense, or they're just running different timelines.
Embrz said
For clarification, Nicole just developed an unhealthy obsession for Eros. My apologies if she had plans tonight...
She didn't, and if she did she'd probably change them in favor of Nicole, I think they're going to have an interesting relationship. ^_^
Kidd said
How long should we wait on Cyra? It's been three days since the IC was started
I don't think she's really been on since then, so she could just be busy?
Idk.
Either way, I don't mind waiting for her either.
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