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Jun 7, 2015 22:21:22 GMT -6 |
Post by DOMINICK XYLANDER on Jun 7, 2015 22:21:22 GMT -6
 A melancholy town where we never smile. And all I wanna hear is the message beep. | He never cared for going there at a reasonable time. Fortunately, they worked around him… understanding that he didn’t wish to be seen. His condition wasn’t a secret per se, but that hadn’t lessened his unwilling nature. It was because he knew they would pity him.
If they knew whom he had been and how he had crumbled, their eyes would betray them. His parents had been beaten up, destroyed more than perhaps even he had been when the incident had happened. At first it was over their baby—their precious son—but soon it had turned into the fall of his career.
Dominick never quite had a moment to himself to mourn. He was much too busy wearing a straight face and comforting others by telling them he was “okay”; a tiny, white lie but a lie nonetheless. The worry. The pity. It was never something he had wanted. He carried the burden on his shoulders nonetheless with a gimp knee.
His thoughts often settled like this whenever he went there. It was just once a month. They wanted him in there more often and he wanted to be in a blanket burrito. But he came anyway. His knee had been checked out… worsened since the last he’d been here, yet with a whole summer’s worth of time it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
By the time he’d escaped hopefully undetected, the sun had begun to hung low. The soft breeze made him tuck his hands into the pockets of his dark sweatshirt… subconsciously tucking his chin towards the rim of it.
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Jun 9, 2015 18:04:42 GMT -6 |
Post by Francis Faulkner on Jun 9, 2015 18:04:42 GMT -6
 | the coals are beginning to glow when it's all said and done, we'll shine like the sun Today was a rather easy session, thankfully since she had been in a particular good mood today, so whatever the trainer threw at her was a catch in a very literal sense. Today they focused on simple hand-eye coordination movement like catching things, mostly soft foam balls in various sizes. Although someone did throw her a giant cube without warning. Now that was rude seeing it smacked her in the head instead. At least it was foam and there was nothing being timed too.
Frankie march down the pathway with arms in full swing, music blaring on full blast through her earbuds, not caring for whatever looks was shot her way. If she could, she’d be skipping the whole way back to her dorm, however she rather be injured free tonight and avoid last week fiasco of tripping over a curb. With eyes looking forward this time, Frankie took a pause as a familiar figure came into sight.
It was Nick... right? Yeah- Nick, the quiet kid who comes by once in a while. Well actually, more like grumpy. At least he seemed grumpy whenever he came by. Nevertheless Frankie had to at least say hi to him. It’d be rude not too and then pass by. Taking her earbuds out, the redhead rushed over to greet him.
“Nick! Hey Nickkk!” In all honesty Frankie didn’t have to shout to get lone boy’s attention, but she had doubts in her “inside” voice would’ve gotten his attention. And the wild arm waving should help if he wasn’t sure it was her calling out.
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Jun 13, 2015 1:38:58 GMT -6 |
Post by DOMINICK XYLANDER on Jun 13, 2015 1:38:58 GMT -6
[attr=class,milyrics2]But if I were king of the world [attr=class,milyrics]I'd be the crazy fool to go and give it all away just to be next to you. But like the dreams I have, the notes are lost along the way. [attr=class,micrown]♚ KODIAK | It wasn’t cold per se. Instead, his actions were a habit of his. No matter how subconscious it was, he always felt self-conscious after his sessions. It was like he needed to cover himself in the thickest layers he could manage, but that hadn’t seemed to turn him invisible. Noo. His brooding was interrupted. Eyes narrowed immediately with a furrow of his eyebrows. A sigh was on the tip of his tongue. Part of him was, however, glad the overly loud and boisterous voice hadn’t been Oliver’s.
He was too jumpy and jumbled right now to keep a strong face. Despite his want to deny it, Frankie knew about him… she suffered her own problems, too, and her company may or may not have been comforting in situations like this. Nonetheless, it was Dominick’s duty to ignore her at first. He gave her a side-glance, debating whether or not he wanted to deal with the flailing arms that beckoned for his attention. Surely now everyone whom was out this late evening now was staring at the ginger too. His lips parted, glancing ahead like he was about to walk off instead.
Of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he slunk a few steps towards the short lass.
“Frankie,” he paused—voice a strange mix of annoyance and gratitude. “What’s up?” The Senior internally facepalm’d at his response, but he honestly didn’t want to ask if she had just finished up as well… because that would likely string into questioning of Nick’s own.
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