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Post by Roselyn Connors on May 1, 2011 12:46:57 GMT -5
Roselyn headed into the gardens. It was a lovely day out. The sun was peering out from behind fluffy white clouds. The rays hit the flowers and she sat on one of the stone benches.
A gentle breeze caught her blond hair back away from her face. She sighed happily. It was so relaxing here. She stretched lazily, letting her arms stretch above her head. She had brought a book and her IPOD and settled in to relax and read.
She placed the two headphones in her ears and turned on the IPOD. She began moving slightly with the music, and she opened the cover of her book, and began reading the first paragraph.
It was a book by her favorite author, Stephen King. She loved all those horror books and novels cause some of them had incorporated the supernaturals in it, but of course, how the authors wrote them wasn't necessarily how they were in real life. Their depiction was completely off. It made her laugh and feel sad at the same time. Humans clearly were afraid of them and it made Rose sad that some of the humans couldn't really understand that t they were the same just had different 'qualities' about them that made them unique.
She sighed again and got into her book, placing her IPOD on the bench next to her. |
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Post by Michael Danvers on May 1, 2011 16:32:09 GMT -5
 The day was beautiful, the first steps that the young human male had stepped out, and the suns rays bounced off of his skin. He could feel the warmth of the area around him, the gentle warm breeze, with the bright baby blue colored sky above him, with the oddly shaped light gray clouds. The day seemed perfect, it wasn't that late in the day, but it felt like to him it was going to be somewhat perfect, maybe it wouldn't, as events started to evolve, but right now, Michael could not ask for much better, or well, weather wise anyway.
Today was a good day, or a amazing day for him to make the right decision on coming out to the Gardens. Michael was not out of here for any particular reason, he had just been walking around, no classes today, and decided to make a turn for this place, not that it was a problem, as far as he knew, it was pretty much a place for one and all to be. Then again, this whole place was or that, as long as you had some kinda power, that was what this asylum was about, a place where people with "gifts" could come to learn to control their abilities without those of the worlds hate always in their face.
That was the main reason as to why Michael was here, he found life, even though they were kept out of the way and singled out from the word, to be better than living else where. However so, his ability really was harmless, unless you were him, he had the ability of empathy, meaning he knew how to sense another's feelings, sometimes, it was not too bad, but other times, it wasn't the best ability or gift to ever be born with. Michael always found out that half the time he didn't like what he felt.
As he walked along the Gardens path, it was a pretty quiet place, most of the students today seemed to be in their lessons; apart from him apparently, but that did not make it a bad thing - it was nice to have some piece and quiet for sure. That was when his soft brown eyes caught their attention upon another being, a small half smile formed upon his lips, as he did that for a few seconds, to then move them back into the straight position - sighing lightly, as if it could not be heard. Michael walked towards the light skinned, blonde haired woman.
Michael noticed she had a pair of earphones in, maybe now was best not to bug her? He did not know, but either way, he made his way to one of the neighbouring seats. Sitting there, he looked around, taking in the scenery around him, looking like he had no care in the world, before that of his ability started, he never knew when it was going to hit, some of the time. Being a very social guy, he found it hard, with his love to be around everyone, always out with friends doing something, but that did not mean he was going to lock himself away, and always sit alone, he refused to let it come down to that, no matter how hard, and how much self control he was going to really need.
CHARACTER Michael.
WORDS: Five hundred and fifty one.
MUSE: Decent.
OUTFIT: I didn't describe it, but the same shirt he has on in the image, and a pair of jeans, with Vanz shoes. Will describe maybe later I suppose.
COMMENT: Nothing, just a starting post, will get better muse and words wise as they get to talking.
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Post by Roselyn Connors on May 1, 2011 19:00:18 GMT -5
Rose sensed someone was nearby and she raised her eye to see a young man standing there. She pulled one ear phone out of her ear and hit 'pause' on the IPOD. She grinned and waved him over.
"Hey. I'm Rose what's your name?" she implied of him curiously turning to face him to show respect.
"It's so lovely here isn't it?" Rose asked him cheerfully. She reached up to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear as she regarded him closely. He was cute that was for sure and Rose suddenly became a bit self conscious. She cleared her throat.
"So what brings you out to the gardens?" Rose asked him brightly. The birds chirped in the trees, and the sun dipped behind the cloud again. She could hear the soft roaring of a plane engine overhead in the distance. A bit of a pang hit her chest as she missed traveling all over and missed the interaction with the humans, but now that was neraly obsolete now. Nothing would probably ever be the same again and it made her sad. She blinked and shook her head clearing her mind of these thoughts.
"Why don't you come join me?" Rose offered patting the empty seat next to her. |
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