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Post by CAMERON ROXTON on Sept 30, 2012 22:47:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right]now i'm standing on the rooftop, READY TO[/style] | | [atrb=style, border-right: 3px dashed #800000; border-top: 3px dashed #800000][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin: 10 5 0 0] [/style][style=width: 280px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 7px; padding-right: 7px]Stony Brook was just so vastly different from New York that at several times it just didn't feel real. Whilst there were some aspects that could be said to be similar, it was just completely different. Cameron missed his home city in those occasional moments of nostalgia but not enough to return to the big apple. He had made his decision, he was going to live it out. He would eventually return but he was simply not ready yet. Thankfully his musical block had been clearing and he was about to start DJing again but he still couldn't bring himself to attempt a thought of returning. Perhaps his brother's death and his parent's lack of sentiment might of caused some form of psychological barrier but what did he know? He wasn't a psychologist, a philosopher, or any random intelligent sounding person. He was a simple admirer of the art of music. Besides, although a grape compared the apple of New York, Stony Brooks had something special that kept him around. He hadn't been around for long, a month or two at best, he couldn't remember exactly but there was something. Almost like a surreal, divine presence that flows through the air, inviting the beings that breathe to stay. It may just be all in his head but that's how Cameron felt about the town.
Speaking about the town, by the time Cameron snapped out of his thoughts, he was lost yet again. Well, not exactly lost again but continued to be as lost as he was an hour ago. Neither frustrated nor annoyed but just a little confused, Cameron glanced all around him for any indications as to where he would be. Cameron was used to getting lost. His absolutely horrible sense of direction was the thing he was characterized the most by the people who knew even just a little about him. Glancing about, Cameron saw... buildings. Just simply buildings all around him. And streets. And cars. And people. He should probably ask someone for directions somewhere though if someone were to show him around that'd truly be a Godsend.
It was still early afternoon, still a few hours of daylight left so even if he happened to get lost again he still had plenty of time to find his way. Well it's not like he had a deadline for anything, he just simply wanted to get home although by the sound of his stomach rumbling getting something to eat sounded pretty good as well. Before he would approach anyone, Cameron deliberated what to do. Decisions, decisions. Why was were decisions so hard to decide on?
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Post by DAHLIA DETAMBLE on Oct 1, 2012 13:22:03 GMT -5
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] snapshots[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;] [/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]Dahlia picked her way through the streets, keeping away from the general public that swarmed around her like a moving mass. She wasn't as eager to get anywhere as these people were, considering she had no home to go back to. She had people to go back to yes, but they knew she would be fine and wouldn't wait up for her. Sighing softly to herself she tugged at one of her curls and glanced around. She knew the streets like the back of her hand so she always knew where she was, and she paused to reflect on how far she'd traveled from the abandoned building the group of homeless children had taken residence in. It beat living on the actual street. She watched the sun in thoughtful silence, looking at the colors stained in the sky. She barely noticed she'd started walking again until something caught her eye.
Watching the young man wandering around, she could tell he was lost by his expression and body language. A smile crossed her lips and she looked at his pants, checking for signs of the tell tale bulge where the wallet typically resides. Taking a few cautious steps forward she assessed how to approach the situation. She could brush against him, offer him assistance, and when he wasn't looking swipe his wallet then help him on his way. Feign being clueless if he patted himself down and couldn't find it? It sounded like a bright idea to her, and she smiled. Though when she caught side of him from the front her lips froze.
He was rather handsome, and her heart fluttered in her chest as she licked her lips nervously. This situation was new to her, and suddenly she began to feel guilty for trying to rob him. But it was something she had to do right? To survive. Right? Sighing to herself the urge to help him increased, and a migraine throbbed in her temple. Sucking in air sharply she walked forward and tapped his shoulder gently, taking care to stand at a distance. Even she knew she wasn't the cleanest person, being unable to access a shower will do that.[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged cameron ● notes d'awww[/style][/style] |
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Post by CAMERON ROXTON on Oct 2, 2012 8:19:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] now i'm standing on the rooftop, READY TO | | [atrb=style, border-right: 3px dashed #800000; border-top: 3px dashed #800000]Deep in his thoughts and unable to decide on what to do, Cameron failed to notice a lovely young girl with seemingly pure intentions approaching him. Of course whenever he got in this state essentially anyone could approaching him without him noticing, perhaps a major potential hazard in the evident of any thieves in the vicinity. There are in fact several instances back in his younger days when his brother would exploit this fact whenever he could. Although this one part of him stayed with Cameron his whole life, there was one thing that he managed to learn by having his brother keep messing around with him; it was to instantly snap back to reality at the instance of being touched.
Quickly turning to the general direction of where the tapping on the shoulder seemed to come from, Cameron's train of thought was broken as there was suddenly someone there in front of him.
"Oh, hi there!" Cameron flashed an innocent smile as he greeted her. He had no idea who she was but quite perhaps she was someone there to help him. Sure his thoughts had reached the higher powers that be and they sent him someone to guide him on his path. No, he was more than likely completely wrong but it didn't diminish the hope the hope that she might be able to help him. Taking more notice of his potential saviour, she seemed to be around his age. Her clothes didn't seem to be in the greatest of conditions and she seemed to have a sort of air around her that she wasn't exactly all that well off but once Cameron quickly looked past that, she was quite the attractive young woman. The brief thought entered his brain before vanishing, "why had she approached him?"
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Post by DAHLIA DETAMBLE on Oct 2, 2012 11:09:34 GMT -5
snapshots | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top] | [atrb=valign,top] Before she could control herself her face turned pink facing him up close. Wow, he was REALLY cute. Blinking and rubbing her cheek she rocked back on her heels and smiled back at him, not as confidently but a smile nonetheless. How exactly was she to explain herself now? Oh you looked lost so I was going to offer help and rob you at the same time? No, clearly that wouldn't be any good. Her fingers itched and she shoved them inside her sweatshirt, hoping that the urges to charm and steal from him would die down with her honest intentions to help him.
"You seem really lost, and I know these streets like the back of my hand. So I uh...could help you?" She averted her gaze and held her breath, awaiting either a thank you or being told to get away, most people by now could recognize her and deduce she was homeless, and not a lot of people appreciated being helped by someone like her. Sighing to herself she rubbed her cheek. "But I can leave if you don't want me around, its ok I'm used to it."
She was eager to see how he reacted to her person. He seemed like a nice enough young man but hey she'd met nicer looking people, mothers and fathers, who gave her the cold shoulder. She'd met nicer looking people, mothers and fathers, who weren't who they said they were. Who claimed they wanted to help children but only hurt them instead. She pulled herself from these thoughts quickly and fixed her eyes on Cameron. tagged cameron ● notes d'awww |
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