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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 11:30 am
Calmed at last, Jordyn sighed as he hefted himself up on one elbow to look at the love of his life. With a smile she shrugged and pushed a stray hair or two out of his face. "I don't have a family, so I've never been swayed by one." It was sad to him in a way that he could say that, but he imagined it made him free too. It was then that it dawned on him that he didn't think he'd ever met Sakura's family. "Have we ever met?" He asked it quietly, "your family I mean. I can't remember."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:38 pm
"I don't remember either," she offered as her fingertips gently traced over his cheek and along his jawline, her thumb brushing over his lower lip before she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. It felt like it had been a thousand years since she had seen him, she almost couldn't remember what all had happened between them at all. "Would you like to meet them? I have ... a lot of siblings." She couldn't help but snort a laugh in thought of her 'family'.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:14 pm
Sniffling sadly in to his knees with his arms wrapped around them holding them close to his chest. Beckley shivered lost in thought the sounds of the large fountain directly behind him barely covering his whining. He..he.. left.. without.. even a goodbye! Beckley pouted to himself.
'((Yikes, might need to work on that colour. Stings the eyes abit.))'
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 10:15 pm
Michaelwandered aimlessly through the gardens, a messenger bag slung across his chest, looking for a quiet place to sit and draw.
As he made his was down a pathway towards one of the many fountains, he saw a boy sitting in front of it.
He slowly approached the boy, and said "Are you alright...?" when he reached him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 10:29 pm
Feeling someone looming over him Beckley collected himself as best he could before responding with tears still streaming down his face, he looked up to see the handsome young man standing before him Y-yes.. thank you, i'm.. fine.. He sat up slightly, letting his feet touch the ground, as he lent back resting his arms on the large stone bench he had chosen to sit on for support. I was just... i was.. enjoying the night air, is all. Beckley spoke, scooting over on the bench for the young man as he caught his breath a slight red appeared in his cheeks as a combination of his sobbing and the stranger attention.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 10:38 pm
"Are you sure...?" Michael said as he moved to sit beside the boy "You don't seem fine...." He continued, looking over at Beckley. "I'm Michael, by the way..." he offered a hand to the boy, thinking it wise to at least introduce himself if he expected the boy to talk to him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 10:49 pm
Biting his lip as Michael extended his hand Beckley clasped the boys hand between his, sitting up looking in to his eyes his own still misty from all the crying I'm.. that is.. my name is.. Beckley... Michael. Beckley spoke softly as he released his hand, scooting back over closer to the Mchael. Truthfully, i wasnt out here for the air.. I.. I was out here crying over my jerk of a boyfriend.. well ex-boyfriend now. Sighing Beckley attempted to look as hopeless as he could, in an effort to gain some sort of affection from Michael.
''((Hm, that helped alittle. Cyan just isnt a very text friendly colour ><))''
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:07 pm
((I totally stole this post format from Meegs xD I used to just do it all in one color, but I found that it's easier to read this way))
"Well, it's nice to meet you Beckley... even if under unfortunate circumstances..." Michael said, flashing a smile to the boy. "Jerk exboyfriend huh...." he said, tilting his head slightly as he looked at the boy "I'd say you're better off rid of him, if he'd do wrong by someone is pretty as you...." he continued, reaching a hand up to gently brush Beckley's tear stained cheek.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:17 pm
Nodding slowly as his cheek was touched, Beckley couldn't help but sigh thinking about Harley, melting alittle as Michael smiled at him Y-Yeah... he was a jerk.. But so darn cute! too bad he never paid any attention to anyone without boobs. Beckley thought to himself huffing under his breath before returning to get lost in Michaels eyes Thank you... Michael.. he spoke his voice a flutter having to refrain from reaching up to hold his strong hand S-So what.. brings you out here.. or do you just go around saving people from themselves? Beckley joked, laughing half-heartedly.
''((I may just have to borrow it aswell, atleast for beckley's posts.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:24 pm
"Occasionally..." Michael said with a laugh "I'd actually come looking for a nice place to sit and draw.... but it seems that fate had other plans for me tonight..." he continued, smiling brightly at the boy as he gave his hand a bit of a squeeze.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:40 pm
Smiling warmly Beckley did notice the large bag slung over Michaels shoulder Oh! your an artist?.. he chirped innocently What.. sort of work do you do? Comforted by the friendly stranger Beckley found himself forgetting more and more about Harley with each passing minute.Would... you show me? He asked hesitantly, biting his lip as he averted his gaze from Michaels nervous of his response.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:51 pm
"Sure..." Michael said with a grin before reaching into his bag and pulling out his sketchbook. "Most of this is just kind of sketches and rough drafts of things... all my better stuff is at home..." he continued as he handed the book over to Beckley. It was filled with sketches of everything from people, to flowers, to coffee cups. By most people's standards, it was anything but 'rough'; but Michael was quite the perfectionist when it came to his art.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 12:01 am
Nodding appriciativly as he happily took the scetch pad in his hands, flipping through each page slowly, with an exaggurated expression Beckley replied Oh Michael... this are... there beautiful. Beckley lifted his attention from the book to look back at michael for a moment blushing Your very gifted.. if you.. dont mind me saying... One picture imperticular caught Beckleys atention, a picture of a young man sitting a counter at what appeared to be a dinner. My... these are truly beautiful.. these places.. are.. are they in the underground? He asked coily I would.. love for someone to capture me like this... Beckley sighed dreamily looking in to michaels eyes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 12:09 am
"Thank you..." He said with a bright smile. "Some of them are here in the underground..." he nodded "others are only in my head..." he continued with a laugh. "How 'bout you give me that back, and just sit there looking pretty as you do; and I'll oblige..." he grinned as he reached to take the sketchbook from Beckley's hands, and digging around in his bag for a minute, pulling out a small bag of pens and pencils.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 12:21 am
Rather flustered at the idea, Beckley handed the pad back to Michael and attempted several poses being anything but still I would like.. to see some of those places. he spoke calmly coming down from his flustered state Please... be gentle.. Beckley teased sitting rather tense on the large stone bench.
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