breakeven - open

[belle ramona williams]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] i'm falling to pieces , it was hard being in love with your best friend, especially when your best friend was gay. slowly, belle was learning this. of course it was taking her a bit of time to get it through her head. since they had met, they had hit it off as friends. belle had never let herself get that close to him because he was gay, but lately she felt herself falling for him and she couldn't stop. knowing that she couldn't have him was tearing her apart inside. lately she had found herself crying a little bit, knowing that he was going to keep being gay, and not loving her the way that she loved him. she had gone on a few dates recently, which were making her happy. the boy she had been seeing was a great guy, and very sweet. when they went out he made her smile but it was never like the smiles that isaiah put on her face. right now the girl needed some time to think. to get away from everything and just go to a calm and peaceful place. sitting at home just kept her going crazy. pacing back and forth, wondering what you were going to do was not good for her. and she needed to get out. it was healthy for models to sit at home throwing their life away. fresh air was her medicine. she rolled out of bed, where she had been hiding for the past few hours. at the moment she wa wearing a bath robe, but she did not think that it was proper attire to wear out doors. at least not for her. she headed over to her closet and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, putting a little sweater jacket over her shirt, and then grabbed her favorite pair of combat boots before putting them on. she grabbed her phone and shoved it in her pocket, even though she was sure to be keeping it off - she didn't want any more distractions. the calmest and most peaceful place to go was the recreational center, where many different parks and lakes were around for her to find a spot in and get some fresh air. so that was where she found herself, a few minutes after getting into her car. there were a lot of people around, but she was sure that she could find a little spot where she would be able to be alone. taking a deep breath of fresh air, she exhaled slowly. it felt really good to relax. she walked along the edge of a lake before finding a little pathway, that didn't seem to lead anywhere, but it seemed to be vacant which was what she wanted. slowly, she headed down the path, keeping lookout to make sure she wasn't intruding on anything. luckily, a few moments later she found a big rock she could sit on, and let her feet dangle into the water. and no one could see her from where she was sitting. she took off her boots before letting her feet dangle into the cool water. then she laid her head in her hands, wanting to cry. sometimes life was hard, and she didn't know how to handle it. . TAGGED: open .

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[elijah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Eli stared out over the water. He was here, in America. What an odd sort of reality it was. His eyes followed the birds flocking around the fish that hesitantly peeked over the water. Hi blinked away a fly, his hands living in his pockets for the time being. He was ...dressed up, which was fairly extraordinary for someone of this sort of stature. But he was on vacation, he wish he'd have brought his sketchbook for this particular outing. Everything was very peculiar to the artist. He noticed things in ways that others may not. It was in his very being, he was captured with how every single thing held significance in the world. It was one of the main themes in many of his sculptures. He reached into his pocket then and checked his phone. Eli was expecting a call, he wondered when it would be coming. Of course, knowing the family, he wouldn't get it for a few more days. After all, global politics was much more important than if he was settling well in the foreign country. It would be not much longer than a minute, and Eli didn't care for such conversations. He wasn't one that said much usually. So, his parents would understand his desire to not speak hours dealing with the land he only visited once or twice in his life. New York was more his scene. There were many different things to do. Then again, he has not seen enough of this place to be absolutely certain. A fly buzzed around his head and he only then raised an arm out of pocket to brush it away. It was too warm here. Turning away from the water he wandered down a path, exploring. He didn't get the chance very often in Denmark. With the service officers constantly around him, he strove to be free very often. What was the appeal of this place to Dorian? Wandering on the path, not caring about the possible dirtying of his shoes, for once, he leaned down and picked up a few branches, loose twigs-moreso, and observed them. They were curious artifacts and he pocketed them. The natural actually inspired him more than many things. It was everything that his own life was not. The most wilderness that Elijah was exposed to before he could go off on his own, was... the gardens. And perhaps the occasional ride with his family. Though, hunting trips were not all that important to him. He would much rather have been seated by himself working on art. But he had duties, and he respected that. After all, he was a royal. There was a certain degree of expectations for the boy. He stopped mid step at the notice of a girl. "My apologies, Madam." He spoke, making sure to use english versus any other of his known languages. "I did not see you." He turned away, as though to give her the privacy she seemed to long for. And the way she seemed to be seated, allowed him to conclude that Eli should not be near. He was not good at consoling others, especially to those he did not know. Her hair covered her face, so he did hope it was a girl. It could be fairly awkward if not. words, outfit, notes should all go here, any information you wish to include in your post

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[belle ramona williams]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] i'm falling to pieces , she let her legs dangle in the water, as her head was resting on her knees. she sighed softly to herself, trying to fight back tears that were stinging her eyes. right now she didn't want to think about all the things that were going wrong in her life. she knew that it would be best to try and forget the feelings she held for her dear friend, but it was harder than she ever would have thought. wiping her eyes with one hand, she took another deep breath. right now she should be relaxing, not worrying about the world around her. that was why she came here in the first place. to be alone and not worry with everything that the world was facing her with. of course she knew it was a bit pathetic to cry over a guy, because there were plenty more around in the world, but she couldn't help it. over the past few years, she had liked a few guys but none of them came close to the feelings that she had felt for her best friend. she had tthe best times with him, and she never expected to start feeling this way for him, especially because she knew he was gay. of course, he had found out how she felt and turned her away, because he was gay. he could never love her the way she wanted him to love her and she was beginning to get this through her head. belle heard some footsteps behind her, but she never thought anything of it, other than the fact that someone was probably headed in another direction. it didn't seem like anyone came around this way, unless they wanted to escape the world like she did. why would people come this way anyways? it had to be worst trail to go down, as it was a lot dirtier than the other ones, but she hadn't even cared about that. all she came here was for peace and quiet. when she heard a voice speak behind her, she jumped a little. certainly she was not expecting anyone to be down here. listening the way the man behind her was speaking she could tell two things. he was certainly not from this country, and he spoke very proper. turning to face him, she shrugged a little. "it's fine i guess," she said before rubbing her eyes, hoping that they were't red from the few tears that she had shed. . TAGGED: open .

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