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Post by Vincenzo Porascetti on May 20, 2010 11:18:46 GMT -4
  3 kilometers left
Vince was nearing the 7k mark of his run. It was bright and early in the morning and everyday morning he would go for his scheduled run. He felt energized and fit for the day after a nice run in the morning and he enjoyed it way too much. Today was no different and he was enjoying his morning routine.
Vince had been an athlete all his life. He loves being outdoors playing sports and games, but his real love is running. He has run marathons before and has placed really high. He loves the thrill of the competition and what better way to compete than in your favourite event? There was no comparison. Even though he is a marathon runner, he still wants to someday pull a triathlon. That is his next goal and he will, eventually, achieve that goal.
2 kilometers left
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was high in the sky spreading its warmth on the ground below. He felt the heat hit him as he continued running. It wasn't summer hot and Vince really liked that. He enjoyed the weather that was more in between hot and cold rather than an extremity on either side of the spectrum. As he kept running he could feel the breeze smack him in the face. That felt nice. It really was a great morning.
He looked around. Not many people came out this early and, though it wasn't THAT early, he never seemed to see people out on his morning jog. It was a little odd to him since people who sleep in until noon or beyond are really wasting half of their day. Do they not realize that? I guess not since they are still fast asleep. It was beyond him how humans can sleep that much. Maybe it was just him who felt this way, he wasn't sure.
1 kilometer left
It was nearing the end of his walk and he could the schools doors were his last stop. They were coming closer and closer and he was getting ready to start walking. He always did this as a cool down which really helped him catch his breath and...well...cool down. He would start walking very shortly.
He looked at the school coming back in view. This school had been his home for a couple years now and he had been used to it. He loved it here but every now and again he did miss home. He would wonder what his family was up to, wonder what his friends back home were up to, and wonder why he was chosen to have this ability. He still wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but being forced to come to a remote island with others like him and leave the life he knew was not something he enjoyed at all.
He had now reached his goal of the school and started heading up to his dormitory. He was sweating and stunk of BO profusely. He decided to jump in the shower (which he did) and 20 minutes later he was done. Yes he took a bit of a long shower and he always got yelled at about that. But if people didn't like it, so sorry but you'll have to deal.
He dressed himself with a pair of blue jeans and a nice t-shirt and started gelling his hair up (as he always did). Deoderant goes on next and he was now done. He started making his way down the steps back down to the doors leading to the outside. He didn't want to be stuck inside! C'mon it's such a nice day. You're out of your mind if you want to stay inside.
He made his way back out into the outdoors and knew exactly where he was heading. Flamingo Lawns. He would always take a walk there anytime he was bored because there was bound to be someone there he could start a chat with. If not, it wouldn't be too bad as he found it very relaxing and would find a way to pass the time. He just didn't want to be inside.
He finally made it to the lawns and looked around at all the flamingos. He always laughed at this because flamingos really interested him. Well any animal did, that's why he was majoring in animal biology. He sat down on the bench staring out at the fountain and beyond and waited for someone to come, or for something to do. If too much time passes, he will have to find something to spend his time doing. But for now, this was relaxing and well needed.
 W O R D S;; 768 T A G;; Zander N O T E S;; Attempt to write at least 500 words  C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 |
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Zander Alesnia
Culinary
Grade 11
Whabam! And there I was, looking like a god, well, 'cause I am one. xP >.<
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Post by Zander Alesnia on May 20, 2010 16:03:09 GMT -4
 
Zander sat on the bay, his knees pulled to his chest, watching the water rush up his feet then back down. His gray eyes stared out across the water as the sun struck pastel reds, oranges, and yellows across the sky. He liked it at this time of day, no one was out and he had room to think. Most the time it was about one thing, that was the best twenty-four hours of his life. One day and one brutal ending. ‘Where would he be now, if it weren’t for me?’ he asked himself silently. ‘Would he be happy? Would he be in my arms? Would we be in love?’ A small sigh passed his lips, the sun rising higher in the sky. He pulled himself up, brushing the sand off the blue jeans he was wearing, and his legs. He turned down the beach and slowly walked towards the school.
He pushed open the large doors to the school. Zander stared down at his sandy feet tracking foot shaped , sandy foot-prints across the linoleum floors of the school. Sometimes, the school felt like a hospital to him. Locked up in the crazy loony bin. Zander made his way to the male dormitories. The first room was his, room one hundred. Whatever happened to one through ninety-nine? “I believe a five minute shower is in order?” he asked himself out loud, grabbing some clothes from the small dresser they give you.
After he had cleaned his body up a little he stood in the water longer, letting the warm water rush over him and soothing his aching muscles. He soon stepped out grabbing a maroon, plush, towel placed in the room. He ran it over his arms, legs, and torso, the towel soaking up the water over his body. Zander then placed it over his head vigorously rubbing the wet hair till it was almost dry. It didn’t take much for that, it didn’t hold water very well. Zander’s fingers found his boxers, slipping them on, before he slipped his jeans on. He then pulled his shirt over his head. Okay, that was longer than five minutes, but it’s not like he cared.
‘It’s way to nice to stay inside today.’ he thought as he slipped on black convers and walked out the dorm room. He retraced his steps to the door, almost exactly.
“One two. One two. Count as we go. Zandie boy look up there’s a butterfly!” Zander watched his feet across the grass, not caring where he went. “But I-I don’t like butterflies.” Crunch, crunch, trip. ‘Guess I should have been looking where I was going.’ Zander looked up from his place on the ground, from his torso. Zander placed his arms under him, pulling him to a sitting position. He looked around to see who might of seen him fall. ‘Bench, person, fountain, flamingo, flamingo, flamingo, flamingo.’ “Don’t be scared the butterfly can’t hurt you.” Zander let out a small sigh past his pink lips and pulled himself to his feet.
“I know but, they’re kind of creepy.” Zander made his way towards the fountain. It was only a two minute walk but, it seemed like it was five minutes the way he was walking. “I’m here for you Zandie-bear.” Zander sat on the side of the fountain, away from the person on the bench. He looked down at the back of his right hand, tracing the same vain over and over. His fingers then lingered down his wrist to the rainbow that said had in small italic font, “I’m not gay but, my boyfriend is.” ‘Pfft! What boyfriend?!”
TAG. Vince
WORDS. 609
MUSIC. She's Got a Boyfriend Now - Boys Like Girls
NOTES. Sorry it's so short and horrible, my mind's not all here.
CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! |
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Post by Vincenzo Porascetti on May 21, 2010 20:25:51 GMT -4
The sun was bright and hot. Vince started to feel it on his skin. The breeze was still very nice and compensated for the fact that he was getting hotter as the sun rose farther into the sky. It wasn't hot enough for him to start sweating, but he could feel it on his skin which means he was either going to get a small sunburn or get a small tan. Either way, he loved the feeling and it was only that much more reason he loved the outdoors.
The sound of the fountain was very relaxing. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. It worked really well as the sound of water trickling and splurting was one of the many sounds that automatically relax a human being. It was really quite nice however Vince couldn't do this for long. He was very anxious to do something fun and exciting and sitting here with his eyes closed on a beautiful day was not his idea of fun. Though he had to admit, it felt a bit nice.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. Vince had exceptionally good hearing and he heard these footsteps as the human figure creating them was noticed walking towards the lawns in the distance. He couldn't quite see who it was yet, so he turned back towards the fountain. He noticed that there were BARELY any people here at all. There was someone too far away to even go near and there was some other girl who was working hard on, what looked like, cartography. He didn't want to bother her. Maybe this guy coming up will stop here at the lawns and they can chill.
The time finally came when the boy stopped in the lawns and sat down on the fountain. That's an interesting spot to sit. Actually it's not, Vince sat there all the time. He couldn't help but notice that he was doing something with his arm, though Vince couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly he was doing. He tried not to be obvious as far as spying went (and he was good at that) but this boy interested him.
He didn't bring a book, he didn't look busy, he didn't look like he was relaxing. What was stopping Vince from going to talk to him? Nothing at all. Being the outgoing guy that Vince is, he started his trek over to where the boy was sitting and sat down beside him.
"Hey, how's it going?" Vince said in an upbeat tone. He hoped that the boy wouldn't think that Vince was creepy or weird for coming up and just starting a conversation, though this happens many times. People who just weren't as outgoing as him could make things really awkward, and although Vince is good at NOT making things awkward and holding a conversation, some cases were really tough. He hoped this wasn't one of them. W O R D S;; 483 T A G;; Zander N O T E S;; Nothing To Note  C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 |
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Post by sjaak on May 24, 2010 17:36:28 GMT -4
So far, this place had been as exciting as getting a tooth pulled. Yeah, it was a great spread, but ag man, he was just waiting for someone to open up their doss bek and make his day one that he didn't want to have. All of his things had been tossed into his room, not really mattering too much where they'd actually landed. Shoving his hands into the pockets of the long jeans he was wearing, slitted up the sides of the legs with dozens of safety pins holding them together, he headed outside. There were a lot of places that he'd found out about at this place, and it was truly massive. But he was headed somewhere that might have some prey to ponder: Flamingo Lawns.
The air was clean, cleaner than back home, and it didn't have the same tang of fertilizer like the farm did. Of course, this place made up with it with the scent of bird scat, and the smell made him wrinkle his face into an even more unpleasant look than it'd held in the first place. Still, the thought of all of those tall birds was something that made his mouth start watering a little bit. He was pretty certain that he could get a good position if he just changed and went after one of them, came around it from the back and stayed low in the grass. Their legs were so short, he could just chop them out from underneath of her and topple it like he was felling wood. Then he'd have a full stomach and maybe even a little bit more to save for later in a burrow somewhere.
Shaking the thought out of his head, he spotted two other guys out on the lawn and didn't really know how to handle the situation. He wasn't really the getting to know you type, and the pinned pants and leather jacket with studs and buttons and chains really didn't lend him an air of elegance either. Six liberty spikes only enhanced the image, as did his facial piercings, and if he could've gotten himself a full face tattoo that said 'Die', he might have volunteered for that as well. As it was, though, he figured that he might actually have to get a job at some point in the future, and in a clearer-headed moment, rethought the idea. Reaching into his interior pocket, he was aching for a cigarette, having gotten two of them through customs, but he didn't know if these two were going to end up being guys or moegoes. For now at least, he was content to just watch, feel the situation out.
Word Count: 446 Tags: Zander, Vince Notes: Mmm, flamingo |
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