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Post by Samantha Black on Apr 15, 2007 0:20:36 GMT 7
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Post by Teddy Winborne on Apr 16, 2007 9:49:37 GMT 7
CLOTHES[ [ It's just the shirt & pants. Ignore everything else ] ] It has been a while since Teddy had actually done anything that didn't revolve around friends or his guitar. It was sad really, but I guess you could say he didn't have a life. For now, anyways. He was starting to get one, but he'd been so used to not having one, he's kind of numb to that embarrassment. Most people would be embarrassed by something like that, but he wasn't. Because he hadn't done anything for a while, accept playing his guitar, he decided to take a drive. Just drive for however long he felt like it. Drive to California, or just drive around the block. Whatever his little heart desired. Teddy hadn't quite made it to California, but he'd made it further than around the block. To be exact, he'd made it to New York City. The city of many, many things from churches to bars, gambling to praying, happiness to depression. This city had it all. Or so everyone thought. As of this moment, Teddy was sitting on the hood of his car, as close as he could get to being inside Central Park. From where he sat, he could see a female lighting up and sucking on a cigarette. She looked rather angry, but then again to Teddy, everyone in New York looked angry. He let his eyes wander, not wanting to look stalker-ish if the strange female happened to glance over.
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Post by Samantha Black on Apr 17, 2007 5:09:35 GMT 7
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Post by Teddy Winborne on Apr 17, 2007 5:33:01 GMT 7
Teddy leaned back against the hood, propping himself up with his elbows. It was a comfortable way to sit normally, but on the hood of a car it wasn't that great. He started sliding everytime he did so, since his feet were no longer resting on the front bumper. "Screw this..." he mumbled, almost inaudibly to himself. He sat back up again, and took a good long look at his surroundings.
He could see smog and fumes rising into the sky, polluting the air. A pollution activist would not last in a place like New York City. From all of the places Teddy had seen so far, this was definetly one of the worst for smog and pollution. He didn't really mind it though. Everyone's going to die somebody. They'll just die quicker here, from all the pollution and junk.
His eyes rested on the strange girl once more. He couldn't help but be curious about her. She looked like she was angry or sad about something, as she lit up a second smoke in a row. He remembered back in Regina, when he got into the hardcore drugs. For a long time it was like he was high every minute of everyday. If he wasn't high, then he was just coming down or recovering from one. These days though, Teddy found anything you had to light up and smoke disgusting.
That category included cigarettes, but he didn't shun people who did smoke. His eyes lingered on the female for a minute too long, and he looked away again. He had an urge to go up and ask what was wrong, and why she looked so worn out. But she was a stranger, and Teddy would surely not do such a thing. He wouldn't even go up and say 'hi'. Strangers still gave him an eerie feeling. As if they'd freak out and bully him, just for him saying hi. That's what happened in Regina though, so there was really nothing Teddy could singlehandedly do to fix it.
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Post by Samantha Black on Apr 17, 2007 7:14:44 GMT 7
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Post by Teddy Winborne on Apr 17, 2007 7:27:18 GMT 7
Teddy took a quick glance at his watch, for no real reason. There really wasn't anyone who'd be waiting for him, accept Evelyn. And he wasn't so sure she liked him very much at the moment, what with their little fight they had not so long ago. So there really wasn't any reason to rush on out of here. It wasn't all that late either, anyways.
He let his thoughts run again, since they'd been interrupted from checking his watch. Right now he seemed to want to think about his past. It was hell, but he still thought about it a lot. It was a large part of him, and he felt no need to just forget about it. Kind of like his first and, so far, last girlfriend. He refused to just put her out of his mind.
Teddy was a strong believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason. Lots of people don't believe in that, but he did. If all those people hadn't shunned him from the student body back in Regina, then he wouldn't have hated it. If he wouldn't have hated it, he wouldn't have complained. And lastly, if he wouldn't have complained, his family wouldn't have moved. He liked it a whole lot better here at Rutherford, what with him making friends this way and that.
Teddy noticed the girl was smoking again, and this was just making himself more interested. From all the people he knew that smoked, they only chain-smoked so badly if they were angry or sad about something. He had stopped looking at her though, since he didn't want to come off creepy. She was a total stranger to him, and it probably would stay that way at this rate. He still didn't like making bad impressions when he hadn't even spoken with the person.
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