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 Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:38 pm
Dusk was just starting to bring it's dark beauty to the lonely park that was spread out before him. Photicant raised a gloved hand to push back the small strands of blue hair that draped over his eye. His bright eyes scanned the area with much intrest.
Was somebody there? Or was he alone? His light footsteps crushed the grass under his feet as he made his way to a lone bench under a large, dying tree.
He sat down, the wodden bench squeaking uner the sudden weight he applied to it. To most people, he would seem a scary creature. Sitting on the bench close to night.
He took a deep breath, the scentless air streaming into his nostrils. He needed to get away...get away...
His head tilted back, the blue hair flopping straight up over his head. From the front, he looked like a humerous, but morbid sight to behold.
((Hope you don't mind it in a park. ))
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:48 pm
Macyn loved the park, it was relaxing and reminded him of home, maybe because at one point it was home. Closing his eyes he breathed in letting the air fill his lungs before letting out his breath through his nose.
Laying on the grass most couldn't see him, he blended in with his dark clothing, arms behind his head he gazed at the setting sun, this had to be one of his favourite times of the day. The area empty and the sun setting the sky a blazen with colors.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:51 pm
Photicant tilted his head up abruptly. He heard the grass rustling somewhere else.
Perhaps it was an animal?
It sounded too large. He stood slowly, his tall, lanky body looking like a monster made from toothpicks. He proceeded to walk in the direction of the rustling. He was a curious soul, and needed to know what was up around him.
He thought he saw someone laying in the grass, but he couldn't tell. His white gloved hand proceeded to pick up a small stick, and throw it in that direction.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:56 pm
Macyn jumped when a stick hit him in the stomach. 'What the hell?' he thought he was alone, looking around he didn't see anyone at first. Scanning the park again he noticed the person he hadn't before.
" What were your throwing this that coulda poked out my eye." Macyn said with a hit of amusement, who was this guy? and why the hell did he just through a stick at him? He'd sure like to know.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:07 pm
Photicant seemed to jump when he heard he was being spoken to. So..there was a person there!
He wasn't sure what to say, so he simply shurgged his shoulders. His bright eyes scanned the person before him. Hm, they seemed about the same age. Intriguing.
Not sure what else to say, he simply waved a hand, and sat down in the grass. It took a lot to make him speak to other people. And he preferred using his hands anyway.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:11 pm
Macyn growled he had been relaxing, after working all day but no someone had to throw a stick at him then wave it off like it was nothing. Huffing he pushed himself up and looked at the other boy, ruffly the same age.
" apology accepted." He said sarcasticly, Macyn was normally really quiet didn't fight or argue but his boss was being a jerk he'd had a long day and now this, so it seemed to bring out the worst in him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:17 pm
Photicant gave out a long sigh. It seemed he would have to resort to speaking now. Atleast he wasn't being asked to show his face like many times before...
"...It seems I upset you. Though this place is public, and I wasn't sure who or what you were in the grass from where I was standing...so I merely did an experiment to see what happened to be laying before me..."
He had a very odd way of speaking. It seemed like an english accent that was breaking. It could be described as "A horror movie voice." It was calmed, but held a strange eerie edge to it, especially with the muffling of the mask.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:22 pm
Macyn glanced at the boy and chuckled. He was right it was a piblic place. " Do you always throw things at people laying in the grass? Or was this a new experiment?"
Macyn could help but chuckle his bad mood starting to fad even though it was just slightly. " Next time the person might not be so forgiving."
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:30 pm
His head tilted to the side, his blue hair drifing upwards in a small wind that blew by. Revealing the obvious different colours of his eyes.
"Hm...No. Normally people come up to me and start asking me stupid questions.." He said this hatefully. His fists clenching very slightly in his indian styled lap.
"All people ever want to know is stupid things about my appearance. And I don't see how that is important in any way at all. " He froze after he said this, once again examining the person before him.
He then randomly changed the subject.
"So...what's your name?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:34 pm
Macyn listened to the other and finally really looked at him, there was nothing wrong with how the other looked. And the passion he held was something all in it's own.
" There is nothing wrong with how you look, you've found what you like and embraced it, others should try it instead of useing other people's styles. " he smiled and layed back down.
" It's Macyn, Macyn A'Dele."
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:53 pm
"Hmm...interesting." He said flatly. Infact, most of his speaking was either monotonic, or angry.
"I am glad you agree that there is nothing wrong with how I look...not many people can accept it." A smile felt as if it were tugging at his lips, but it quickly faded. He was often told he took everything way too seriously, and that happiness wasn't a part of him.
"By the way, my name is Photicant. Photicant Abendroth... I am pleased to make your acquaintance. So, what brings you out here?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:56 pm
" Wanted to feel a piece of home." He said looking over the park. It wasn't his home anymore, hadn't been for a long time but there was still a part of him that kept him remembering.
" I needed to unwind." He shrugged and closed his eyes again not bothering to push his hair our of his eyes. " What about you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:03 am
"Can't say really. I guess I just wanted to get away from everything... I need little breaks every now and then, or else...I just seem to get angry. What I've heard apparantly. "
He rested back on his hands, the sun setting even lower, everything haded with tints of purple and blue. It was easier to tell when he was breathing, via the mask. He periodically let out sighs that seemed to have no source.
"So...do you live around here?"
((gah, bedtime. I promise it'll be more exciting when Im not tired. xD ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:06 am
Macyn nodded as he listened. " I do i live about a block away." He said with another nod. It was getting dark which he liked.
" What about you?" He asked still looking at the sky, he was waiting, waiting for the stars to come out and play.
(night)
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:23 am
"Hrm...slightly I guess." He responded. I didn't really pay attention to how far I walked today.
He began to pick something off the side of his boot.
The darkness was approaching steadily now, the light fading, and his image becoming a blob of shadow. Night was his favourite time. It was a time for mischeif, and lots of fun.
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