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Post by Jasmine Scott on Apr 17, 2007 18:27:19 GMT 7
Jasmine had a gift. Yes, a gift. Her gift was that she could read and walk at the same time, without bumping into people. Well, she would sometimes. Sometimes. Besides she was reading a good book. In oen hand she held up her book, Love Cuts, while in the other hand she held a coffee, which she occasionally took a sip from. Using her finger, she turned the page. She began toread the new page, weaving in and outof people's way, by onyly seeing from the corner of her eye every so often. She finished the last of her coffee and dropped it into a bin as she walked past. She hoisted her bag higher on her shoudler, taking her eyes off her book for a while.
She looked around, taking in the surroundings of teh large park. It was crowded and loud yet it had a slightly queiet adn tranquil feeling to it. She saw people sitting on the benches, people walking downs, people holding hands with thier loves ones, childrens running around. It was nice.
As she turned the corner, she began to read again, not looking where she was going adn bumped into someone. SHe looked up to begin yelling or apologising. She decided to go with the nicer option adn grinned at who she saw. She closed the book, forgetting to mark her page. She threw her arms around his neck adn hugged him.
"Uncle John!"
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Post by John Dominic Morris on Apr 17, 2007 19:04:45 GMT 7
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Parks were supposed to be nice places. Relaxed, quiet, fresh. Not Central Park though. There were kids running around making all kinds of noises and screaming as they ran past every person in sight. Others kissing in broad daylight, sticking their tongues down other peoples throats but leaving their mouths wide enough for passer by's to see every disgusting detail if they so happened to look in those directions. Prison was starting to seem a whole lot better then New York.
Since both Relaxed and Quiet didn't apply when in Central Park, John was hoping that Fresh might make up for the two being non existent in this part of the world. He inhaled deeply, dangerous toxins from the fumes of near by vehicles entering his bloodstream. A small cough came from John as he frowned and buried his hands deep in his pockets, disappointed with Central Park. He was just going to walk back to his apartment and work out for the rest of the day. He knew coming outside was a bad idea. He just got poisoned from a walk in the park.
Thinking the day couldn't get any worse, John saw someone whom he hadn't seen in a while. Jasmine. He walked toward her, seeing that she was reading and if she didn't see him then he'd walk into her. Thats the best way to get someones attention. Well someone you know, if you don't know them then don't do it. She was so into the book that she didn't actually notice him, so he did eventually walk into her. He laughed when she finally noticed him and wrapped her arms around him. "Hey Jazz" He replied hugging her.
"How have you been. I haven't seen you in ages. Hows school? Hows your mom?" So many questions were entering his mind but he didn't want to ask her too many so he just stuck with those ones for now. Hopefully she wasn't going to be doing anything anytime soon and would have to leave. He wanted to catch up. He felt the need to be around family, since she was the closest he had.
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Post by Jasmine Scott on Apr 17, 2007 19:36:21 GMT 7
She pulled away the hug with a grin on her face. "I haven't seen you in so long! Come walk with me." She said putting her book in her bag and closing it, focusing her sattention to John, the person who was closest to a family in this big city. "Well, school is good. I think I might be getting over my stage fright, but Idon't know yet." When she heard him ask about her mother, she raked her mind about what to say. She didn't know. She hadn't heard from her in so long. "Mom, heh, well I haven't heard from her. Okay I lied. I haven't talked to her. Ever since that asswipe walked into her life adn almost ended mine, I don't know what to say to her. I can't exactly say 'Hey, you're an idiot for going out with that creep' I can't talk to her like that. I don't know how to talk to her. I know it's been quite a while. But you can't get over something like that so easily."
Realising she was rambling, she stopped. "Anyway enough about my whacked life, how have you been?" She didn't want to ask other questions, in case they came out the wrong way. "You need to shave, Uncle." She reached over, rubbing his startings of a beard. But she didn't want him to. It was what made him, well, him.
He looked so worn out. Not a tired way. But more of an aging way. She wasn't saying that he was an old fart or anything, it just, it looked like life was draining out of him slowly. She didn't like him like this. She didn't like it one bit. She smoothed out her blue jeans and tugged at her black Ralph Lauren polo top, which realeved a bit of her torso.
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Post by John Dominic Morris on Apr 17, 2007 20:26:01 GMT 7
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Happier then he had been in a long time, the smile on John's face just refused to leave. Finally someone to talk to. He had been feeling so lonely for 8 years and every time he talked to someone it was never enough. It always left him wanting more. He was a social character, always having friends and the amount of people he could talk to was never ending. Even inside the prison it was never ending. Although he'd talk to them he still felt lonely. He didn't know them. It wasn't the same as talking to people you love. It was completely different.
With Jasmine that feeling was no where in sight. He didn't feel lonely for once and was talking to someone that he knew, knew him. Hearing her go on like always kept in touch warmed his heart. He knew she wouldn't judge him. He listened intently as she told him about her not speaking to her mother and his smile soon turned into a frown. That had completely slipped his mind. He shouldn't have brought that up, he could be so stupid sometimes. "Oh I'm sorry. I forgot about that." He said, his head lowering a little from guilt.
Singing. Jasmine loved to sing. She loved music, it was like she lived for music. She had an amazing voice though, John knew she would go far, if only she could get over that stage fright. "Do you go to open mic nights? They might help with your stage fright" He asked her although he knew in his gut that she would have already done that. Still it never hurt to ask.
[[bleh. sucky as.. sorry]]
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Post by Jasmine Scott on Apr 18, 2007 19:22:39 GMT 7
She shrugged. "It's alright." She said crossing her arms over her chest as she continued to walk. The light breeze blew through her hair, clearing away the stray hairs that took refuge infront of her face before. Her eyes darted towards her uncle before answering his open mic question. Yes, she had in fact gone to an open Mic night. She hoped that she had gotten over a bit of her stage fright. It would be a while before she would be completely over it. That last thought bought back another thought.
She shook her head. She should have stopped thinking about him. It wasn't worth it. They used to be such good friends. Now it was just weird and awkward. She tried to avoid him as much as possible. Who knew something like that could wreck a friendship. Hopefully what she thought didn't show up on her face. Then John would figure something was up and then ask her about it. She couldn't really talk to him about something like that, but then again he was family, so maybe she could. "Yeah I have been. Hopefully it worked." She said, answering his question about the mic nights.
"So how's your life been for you, Uncle dearest?"
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