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Post by revaz "rezo" walter copeland on Jan 6, 2013 19:57:16 GMT -4
I've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us
******Rezo had one of those blue days, when nothing spectacular happens but the thoughts that cheered you up yesterday or left you cold are seen in a different light even though you're not quite sure why. It's like all the bad things in life sometimes need to remind you of the fact that life can be a real struggle even though there's no real battle to be fought, no troubles to overcome just a general miserable feeling of not belonging. Yes at times he wished he could be at home with his family, hear his mother's voice again and not just a transformed voice at the other side of the world that reminded him of how they needed a new phone back home since this one was clearly on the verge of dying.
Being reminded of his mother's voice almost made him tear up, she would be vast asleep right now but he imagined her cooking, he could smell the herbs, the dough, the meat, the smile on her face that would never leave and the lullabies she used to sing. He looked up at the sky, being reminded both of his losses and what he gained. "It's funny dad, I think you're closer to me now than deda. And you know I'm here to spy on you even more than I used to do in Georgia...I'm here in your home country." he told the sky. But he didn't have to tell the sky anything because the sky knew, for he knew the sky followed him every day. Talking to his dad didn't make him stop missing his mother, which was weird considering he knew he'd never see his father again and his father would never reply to him and he knew he would see and hear and hug his mother again in a couple of months.
Unsure of what to do next he softly started to sing the song his mother always used to comfort him with. Reminding himself of his mother's sweet and soft voice, while he sang with his odd not completely full grown male voice, producing more volume than needed for a lullaby. ******
And a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss [/font][/center] OOC1: So I added a hyperlink to the word song in the last paragraph so you can hear what he's singing OOC2: I know in real life going to a park pretty late at night isn't the wisest thing to do for anyone but it's not real life so I hope you don't mind. xD |
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Post by lucy marie andrews on Jan 17, 2013 15:48:05 GMT -4
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 367 WORDS FOR rezo sorry it's late. been busy with uni. Also Lucy's wearing this.DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Lucy could not sleep at all. It wasn't like her to have a bout of insomnia, considering her days were usually energetic and full of playing trumpet or other lessons. That day, the redhead had been doing her other non musical classes, one of which was track which always made her feel out of breath and over-tired. "That run should have tired me out so why can't i sleep" Lucy thought to herself as she stretched her arms and gave one big yawn
As she couldn't sleep, Lucy decided that she was going to have a wander around the surrounding area just outside the school's campus. Changing out of her pyjamas, the sixteen year old threw on a pair of black bootcut jeans and her red stripy tanktop She then zipped a grey hoodie over the top and then threw on a green parka mostly because the weather looked a little grim and cold. The girl then slipped her black vans onto her feet, slipped her charm bracelet on her right wrist, grabbed her iphone which promptly and discreetly went straight into her pocket and lastly grabbed her dorm key from her bedside table and left the room swiftly, locking the door behind her.
It took about 10 minutes to get the main entrance of oasis but Lucy still managed to get a little out of breath. Walking down the main road, the sixteen year old managed to make her way to a small clearing even though it was dark. Walking down the dirt path (using her iphone as a torch), Lucy found herself in the park which she had heard was called Barrett Park. Hearing the faint sounds of a male voice attempting to sing a lullaby, Lucy followed the sound until she saw a boy about her age sitting on a bench. "You have a really nice voice." Lucy told the boy as she sat down on the other end of the bench. Thinking she should introduce herself, Lucy scooted over a little bit on he bench. "Hi, I'm Lucy. And you are?" The girl blurted out, then questioned sweetly, trying to keep her friendliness in the forefront so the boy didn't get too scared. [/style] |
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Post by revaz "rezo" walter copeland on Jan 20, 2013 8:51:26 GMT -4
You are the memory
****** [/i][/font][/size] To say he was surprised was an understatement when he saw a girl popping up out of nowhere. Well maybe she didn't quite pop up out of nowhere, maybe she had seen him sitting there for ages. Perhaps she'd even heard him talking to the dark night sky and had either thought he was a freak or had guessed what was going on. Or maybe she really just popped out of nowhere. He decided to leave all these questions unanswered by just replying to her compliment and her introduction. "Thanks I guess..", he said awkwardly wondering why anyone would compliment his singing voice. "My voice has little practice because I never ever sing." He said looking shyly in her direction. "I'm Rezo by the way." He answered her, offering a smile and a hand, looking straight into her eyes this time. It was then he saw what a beautiful spot he had chosen to sulk about home, the moon wasn't full but it was bright and even though a lot of objects turned into vague silhouettes he could see her relatively clearly. As he had heard her speak he couldn't help but notice a distinctive English accent in those two sentences. Not sure if commenting on it was the right thing to do next, she had probably heard it a thousand times already and had gotten sick and tired of it by now, he decided to explain what he was singing. "That.. song I tried to sing is a traditional lullaby from my country.." He left out the country on purpose, British people confused him. Well their knowledge of Europe's geography confused him. Even the ones born after the fall of the USSR sometimes thought you were making up stuff when you talked about the likes of Georgia, Lithuania, Latvia and so on. Well it's not their fault anyway, little of meaning happens in the ex-soviet republics these days. Maybe the 2008 war was the last exciting thing, but he wasn't even sure people knew. ******
That lights up in the night sky[/size][/i][/center] |
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Post by lucy marie andrews on Jan 29, 2013 18:05:39 GMT -4
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 313 WORDS FOR rezo sorry it's late. been busy with uni. Also Lucy's wearing this.DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Lucy had only wandered outside to get away from her dorm to try and make herself tired. She didn't think she was going to bump into anyone on her travels around Barrett Park Taking her iphone out of her parka pocket, Lucy looked down at it to see if there were any messages from her brother or her parents. Lucy seemed to text her brother a lot but that was only because she was missing him. "Thanks I guess.." Lucy was startled by the boy replying to the compliment she gave him. Smiling at the reply, Lucy continued to listen as the boy carried on "My voice has little practice because I never ever sing." Thinking through what she was going to say, Lucy replied back. If that's how you sing when you haven't practised, then i'm wondering what it sounds like when you have practised!" The girl could see that the boy who looked younger than her was shy. She could tell this because he replied in the shy way that a lot of younger boys at her old school back in England used to speak to her. She really missed England and her home town of Lewisham but even though she had only been at Oasis for 4 months, Lucy was really starting to like and get used to America.
The red haired girl was starting to make friends from all across the world ever since she had started at Oasis. "That.. song I tried to sing is a traditional lullaby from my country.." Hearing the boy speak about the song he was singing, Lucy couldn't help but wonder where he was from as his accent sounded like one the girl hadn't heard before. "I don't want to be nosy or anything, but i'm just wondering where you're from." The girl asked sweetly as she looked back down at her iphone. [/style] |
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Post by revaz "rezo" walter copeland on Jan 31, 2013 17:18:00 GMT -4
This is the part of me
****** [/size][/color] She was sure of her compliment, so it seemed. Or she was really good at pretending she meant it, for all he knew her specialist subject could be acting and this was a homework assignment. To praise qualities a person in question really doesn't have and see if he buys it. But why would she do that and why did silly theories like that pop up in his mind alll the time. Why did he have to overthink everything, where was that part of him that trusted people immediately. Also, where was that part of him that made him feel like he wasn't stupid. "Perhaps if all else fails I could still become a singer, good to know that." He chuckled and flashed her a grin, then paused a bit, overthinking what he just said and came to the conclusion that it could have sounded a little foolish and maybe even condescending. As if music wasn't of much importance. Even though it wasn't to him, he still felt the need to correct his previous statement, saying "That's hardly anyone's last resort though I figure that most people would quite like a life as a musician, so basically anything else is worse."his voice sounded as if he he was analyzing and examining every detail about the issue at hand. "Oh no it's okay, I'm from Georgia, right next to Russia and Turkey, you know?" He spoke as he looked with questioning eyes into her direction genuinely wondering if she did know. As a matter of being polite he then went on to ask the obvious "So I assume you're English or something of that.. sort?" He questioned, rather unsure of himself and at the same time surprised at his clumsy choice of words. 'Of that sort', yeah right. She was probably wondering by now how she could escape this situation as quickly as possible. He tried to take in every detail of her appearance as much as the moonlight allowed him to. The first thing he noticed was the distinctive colour of her hair, the next thing he saw was how natural and fresh she appeared to be. She didn't need fake tan, fake lashes, fancy clothes or anything like that. He had seen many girls who felt as if they should wear a mask every day, who felt like they had to hide who they really were. This girl seemed different, she probably cared little about looking 'top notch' read:plastic, every day. He couldn't guess her age, but then again she was still female, so one should never guess a woman's age, however old or young. ******
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