rory kensington
the "normals"
i don't like this air, but that doesn't mean i'll stop breathing it
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Post by rory kensington on Oct 4, 2008 16:29:01 GMT -10
Outside the sky waits, beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing, anything?
How is it you sing? Rory's day had been not good. Apparently Clarisse Renaldi didn't quite like her hair do. She tried no to let it bother her, but she just couldn't get past it. She didn't try to dye it another color, just tried to make it look less wig-like. She spent hours in front of the mirror taking different hairstyles on. None of them worked.
So she gave up and retired to the beach, in a bikini and a long red skirt, with a book in hand. She tried focusing on it, but then just gave up. She never knew how much one little comment could hurt her ego so much. She took her book that she couldn't focus on and threw it as far as she could in the ocean.
Useless! she grunted as she hurled it, and collapsed on the sand with her head in her hands. |
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Post by brooklyn jade on Oct 9, 2008 14:39:15 GMT -10
The sun was starting to set as a beautiful blonde appeared ellegantly onto the beach. Her stride could easily be compared to a gazelle. Her hair flowed down her back, in rhyme with her footsteps. Her white bikini cover up brushed pass her long, slender tan legs. A big, ivory green bag swung past her legs, inside holding an iPhone, a small wallet only holding her ID and daddy's credit card. Plus of course, a pack of Stride gum. You could easily tell that it was the one, the only Brooklyn Jade.
Her dark eyes scanned around. It was dull, except for the lovely sun set. One person popped out paticullary. A bright red head, that's hair could easily be mistaken for a wig. Her eyes narrowed at her, as her gazelle like stride turned towards her. She had heard one of her best friends, Clarisse Renaldi, talking about the red-head earlier that day. Before long, she was bye her side looking down onto her.
"You're Rory Kensington, aren't you?" Brook's lovely, soprano voice rang out quietly. |
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rory kensington
the "normals"
i don't like this air, but that doesn't mean i'll stop breathing it
Posts: 64
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Post by rory kensington on Oct 9, 2008 14:50:03 GMT -10
Outside the sky waits, beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing, anything?
How is it you sing? Rory froze and looked up. Red hair hung in her face, covering her horn-rimmed glasses. Brooklyn Jade, Island Princess. Duh. She flushed, realizing Brooklyn Jade had just seen her throw a book in the ocean, and it didn't get that far. Oops. She absentmindedly tucked her hair behind her glasses frame. She gave an embarrassed, toothy smile and regained her posture, forgetting all about the 'useless' book.
"Yes. I am. She answered the question on the spot, like a cop was interrogating her. Hi. |
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