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Post by Roman Avery on Apr 11, 2007 6:37:22 GMT 7
12:01. No wonder why the crowd was fairly large. On a normal day Roman wasn’t out at this time, but today seemed to take on new heights. The weather had brightened a bit, and the sun was peering from behind the clouds. Weather affected him, and determined exactly what he was to do that day. So far he’d planned on spending a large majority of today outside. He continued to walk as he weighed his options, glancing over his current outfit. A long sleeved t-shirt, and a faded pair of jeans. You could tell quite a bit about his attitude toward life by the way he dressed. He was extremely laid-back, and preferred doing things his own way. Now, this got him into some trouble every now and then, but the downfall being the fact that he could be easily persuaded into things. One thing balanced out another, so it all worked out in the long run.
With every step he took he grew more aware of his surroundings, taking in everything. He had a natural curious attitude, but was never too optimistic about things. He was always known as a brooder to some effect. Gaze shifted about, sighing lightly. How is it you can feel so good, but so alone? A small shrug was given, and his pace drifted to a slower motion. A basketball was tossed aimlessly between his fingers, pushing it back and forth. Every so often the ball hit the ground, only to come back up to his hands. Roman continued to the basketball court, walking over the grass to get there. It felt great to get back out there, stand on the same line you knew someone else, somewhere was standing on the very same line, just a different court.
The more he stood there the more his mood deepened. It was amazing how your outlook could change so quickly, in such short a time. The ball rested upon his fingers for a split second, and with a simple push made its way to the hoop. The familiar swish had confirmed that he made it, and he silently moved forth to retrieve the ball. A couple more shots were taken, but nothing too satisfying. A small groan of frustration slipped passed his lips and he retired on the bench beside the court. Why did everything have to be so hard? The basketball playing was fine; he made it every single time… It was just the bottled up things that bugged him so much.
{ Ugh. This post sucks. Sorry. }
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 11, 2007 6:58:10 GMT 7
It was a rare sight to see Evelyn out so early - even though it was twelve o' clock. She was a night owl who lived to party at stay out late at night. During the day she was either sleeping, going to her classes, or studying. The bright sun shined down on her as she walked around the park tiredly. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night but it seemed so nice outside that she couldn't pass up the chance to go out and enjoy the sunshine. She had almost forgotten how much she liked being outdoors because all that seemed to be on her mind lately was sex, drugs, and partying which really wasn't what made Evelyn who she was. In reality Evelyn was a very beautiful girl who didn't take such pride in her looks. She was the girl who kept everything inside and had problem letting it all. She was also intelligent although some label her as just another one of those 'dumb blonds'. Oh, if they only knew. She glanced around the park to see a few families out and about just enjoying the sunshine and the cool breeze that could be felt. She smiled as she watched a tiny girl throw the ball back to her Father. Oh how she wished that her childhood was like that. Her parents had only pushed her to try and achieve greatness that they both had wanted for themselves and were now shoving on Evelyn's shoulders. She didn't understand either of her parents and hadn't kept in touch with them since she'd moved to Huntley and began attending Rutherford University. She knew they'd be disappointed in her grades but she felt she didn't have to answer to them anymore. They were no longer controlling her every action. Her Mother had always pushed fashion and modeling on her shoulders but it seemed as if Evelyn wasn't quite interested but of course she was like any other girl she had an interest in fashion. She decided to go a bit simple today with just a light blue strapless top with white flowers slowly fading from the top to the bottom and also a pair of denim jeans that adorned her slender the legs. The girl had the body of the model, she'd always been told that. She watched a boy in the distance begin to play basketball as she smiled and walked towards him. She made it over his way when he was sitting down. "You've got skills." she said with a smile as she stood a bit away from him. She hated to intrude on people but he seemed a bit lonely like herself. "Oh I'm Eve." she said and smiled over at him. "Well Evelyn but you can call me what you like." she said and smiled. Boy was she feeling friendly today.
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Post by Roman Avery on Apr 11, 2007 23:18:42 GMT 7
Fingers wound their way through his tousled dirty blond hair, his forehead resting on the heel of his hand. He’d been on edge lately, with more energy than he knew what to do with. At the same time he felt worn out, and just wanted to relax. Since the weather had brightened a bit he’d been going back to taking walks at night, and running in the morning. Roman was used to being active, and the winter months constricted that. He still hadn’t gotten used to the temperature difference from Florida to New York and New Jersey. He felt more along the lines of a caged dog, not really knowing what to do with himself when he was cooped up in a dorm. So, Roman had taken up reading, though he was more into writing. Roman was a pretty smart guy, and knew a lot about people by just observing them.
Gaze drifted from the basketball court to the center of the park, watching the kids play with their parents, and a small group of what looked to be high school kids playing football. Roman never had much of a family life, but he did get free rein on going out with his friends. He learned to be independent, and take care of himself. Roman was a smart kid, and was usually taken upon as the driver home. He was the kind of guy that didn’t like to be told what to do, which was somewhat why his parents never chose his path for him. He’d rebel against it, and refuse. Yet, if you were a close friend, he’d do anything for you, even if it meant doing something he didn’t want to do. Roman had decided to pursue Business and writing, and no one got in the middle of it. A lot of people had told him it would be hard to balance out the two, but Roman was a determined person.
He lifted his head to look upward as the girl spoke, a welcoming smile forming. “Oh, thanks,” He said, motioning for her to sit if she wished. “Nice to meet you, I’m Roman,” He paused, biting his lower lip in thought. “I don’t really have a nickname, but some people call me Ro,” He added, lips parting once more to speak. “Do you go to Rutherford?”
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 13, 2007 0:18:14 GMT 7
"It's nice to meet you Roman." she said and gave him a smile as she walked over to him and sat down on the bench. "Yes, I go to Rutherford. Do you?" she asked curiously. She hadn't seen the boy anywhere on campus but then again Evelyn didn't stay in Huntley much. She was always in NYC partying it up. She glanced around this park tiredly as she took in a deep breathe. "It's so nice out here today." she said as she felt a slight breeze blow past them. She took it all in and smiled as she saw a little girl playing with her friends. She hoped to one day be out there with a family and a little baby. She had always thought of having a family and making sure her children had a wonderful childhood - something that she never had the chance to have. She wanted her kids to love her and she hoped she'd have a wonderful husband by her side. She wanted the opposite of what her family had. "So, you play basketball a lot?" she asked curiously. "I mean, you looked like you knew what you were doing." she said with a small laugh. Evelyn wasn't athletic in any way shape or form. She was a beautiful girl - not an athlete. She could make you look wonderful - she couldn't hit a home run.
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