TOWELS WAT R TOWELS (dahlia) Sept 30, 2012 22:47:45 GMT -5
Post by CAMERON ROXTON on Sept 30, 2012 22:47:45 GMT -5
[style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style]
|[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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