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| Topic Started: Jun 10 2010, 01:39 AM (249 Views) | |
| Sofia Mantega | Jun 10 2010, 01:39 AM Post #1 |
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[align=right]June 8th, 2010 7:04 pm[/align] It had been a long day. Wasn’t every day like that? She didn’t know, nor did she want to think about any of that right now. She didn’t want to think about her mom who died; she didn’t want to think about her dad who thought of her as a liability and an embarrassment; she didn’t want to think about her best friend, Lily, whose grave she had just visited. Life was short. Everything was temporary. That’s why Sofia treated every moment, every kind gesture; every funny remark like it was her last. Everything was precious. She couldn’t stand those who chose to see only the bad in everything. What was the point? It certainly didn’t make anyone any happier. She tried her best to push her thoughts away and focus on the sky. Supper was nearly over so she didn’t have much time left to herself. Sofia was lying down on the shore of Breakstone Lake, looking out at the water and the beautiful sunset which made its backdrop. It was exquisite. If only it were possible to transfer such beauty onto a canvas. She had too little practice with painting. They never had the money for it, back home. She wanted to take art back at St. Mary’s, but father told her it was a waste of time. Sofia did sketch well enough though. She was hardly an expert or a professional critic, but she thought she could draw well. She used charcoal in Venezuela but she preferred pencils. They made things much cleaner, although for some things, she reverted to charcoal. She wished she had her sketchbook with her. Even a scrap piece of lined paper would do. Some might call such landscapes trite or uninspired, but Sofia didn’t draw for others. In fact, no one even knew she did draw. She might just die of embarrassment if someone did find any of her sketches. They were rough. She drew half eaten apples and underway passes, her fellow peers and the five different expressions of Scott Summers. No, for now, she would have to commit it all to memory. She lay flat on her back, her cocoa brown tresses curving around the rocks. It was very warm so she was able to wear some of her summer clothes – a lilac blouse and a knee length cerulean skirt. She had abandoned her sandals somewhere near the basketball court. Sofia’s eyes began to close. The wind was silent and the waves moved very little. All she could hear was the rustling of the grass. She straightened her legs and let her toes be washed by the water. It was freezing but she hardly noticed. This was what she lived for. Well, part of it, anyway. Sofia lived for the beauty in the world, whether it be in the great outdoors or in others. People were inherently good and she would never think otherwise. She was wise enough to keep her opinions to herself, though. There were some who she was afraid might actually hurt her for suggesting such a thing, but how could anyone believe humans were evil? It didn’t matter if you were a mutant or not. They were all the same on the inside, right? The question strayed in her mind, keeping her from drifting off to sleep. Footsteps woke her from her daydream. |
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| Sam Guthrie | Jun 13 2010, 08:44 PM Post #2 |
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Holy ravioli the ravioli was great tonight. That was a good one...Sam decided he would have to save that line for an audience of a more simple demographic as he tread slowly through the pathway leading to the Breakstone beach. Haha...holy ravioli. There was no real reason for Sam to be outside this evening. Maybe the bumpkin was feeling a nice wade in the lake, or maybe he was gonna be a little sissy and stare at the sunset like some cliche romance movie where the girl who is way out of the guy's league finally lets him feel her up on the beach while the camera pans out of their silhouettes, exposing the ever so perfectly placed sunset between their heads while they take a break from necking. Or maybe Sam had some chores to do, but he had little interest in getting them done, so he figured the best way to get out of doing them was to take a little trip to the Boat House, 'cause nobody who has the authority to yell at the bumpkin was ever out there. But y'know, that's just a hypothetical thought. So, in Sammy's new flip flops, a way cool muscle shirt to give the ladies a ticket to the gun show, and a pair of cargo shorts that he almost rarely wore in this ridiculous New York weather, he took a nice walk to the beach, hoping to procrastinate in silence and isolation for once. Even in the summer the water was probably too cold to get waist-deep in, but it didn't much bother him, for he was never much of a swimmer. Midst his inner monologue's rambling, Sammy saw a familiar face laying mindlessly on the sand. It was that pretty Latina gal, thee one that he had never spoken to before. Sandy, was it? Probably not, but the bumpkin really couldn't be expected to know people's names around here. He was a big man on campus, or so he thought. Just 'cause he's awesome and whatnot doesn't mean he's gotta know all the kids at school. Now, he had a choice. He could either walk away, and probably only come into a situation in which he'd talk to the girl by themselves only once or twice more, or he could come down from his pedestal and maybe make a friend...or something. At that moment, the young man decided that friends are awesome. Sam stepped slowly towards her, hoping not to waken her all too ruggedly if she was sleeping. The sand between his feet and his sandals was comforting. It brought on fun memories of being with his whole family at Myrtle Beach, a trip the Guthrie family made only once. Once he noticed that she was not, in fact, asleep, he waved awkwardly at the mystery Latina, and did a weird little half-smile. "Heya, mind if Ah take a gander at the sunset with ya?" |
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| Raine | Jul 16 2010, 08:45 PM Post #3 |
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Raine had been wandering after dinner as she often did, she didn't know what it was but on the grounds, closer to the lake shre felt like she was home, more than she had done in Kanses, more than she had done in Rome there was just something about the institute that felt like home to her, she didn't know what it was it could have been the family aspect of the school or the fact she wasn't a freak anymore she was just one of the group. She had made friends with some of the students not all, in the first two months that she had been at the school not close friends more people she knew really but she didn't consider them enemies or threats so therefore friends or allies was the only possible option. She had been on her way to the lake when she heard voices, she wondered if they would want her around or if she would be disturbing them as even though they were all xmen and students she was still hesitant in approaching them and wanting to be accepted by them after all she was new and they all had previous friendships and history with each other. "Hey," she said with a smile walking over to them "my name is Lily, Lily Stone." |
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