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Post by rebeccamurphy on Jan 10, 2011 1:09:34 GMT -5
 “ try to remember the kind of September ”( W H E N L I F E W A S S L O W & & S O M E L L O W )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Silence was something that Becca was extremely good at, as she was so excellently demonstrating while she was sitting in her dorm room at some time in the morning. It was too damn early, even for her, and Becca made a habit of getting up early most mornings. Of course most mornings the sun was visible when she woke up and now...well now the sky was still pitch black with a spattering of stars that twinkled light above. The moon could barely be seen through the trees and fact that it was slowly slinking away was the only indication that it was slowly making its way towards morning. Until she reached for iPod that was sitting on the stand next to her bed anyway and read the time. Four o'clock, an hour and a half before she normally woke up. It was ridiculous. Her feet tapped against her mattress lightly as she stared out the window and up to the sky, not realizing that she was making a rhythm to the song that was stuck in her head.
She started to hum slightly when a light grunt from one of her fellow cabin mates caught her attention. Everyone was still asleep and Becca sat up, wrapping her arms around her legs and noted that her feet were still tapping. For her it had always been tapping feet or tapping fingers whenever she was bored or unoccupied, and occasionally if she was feeling extremely restless then it was shifting, something had annoyed her aunt to know end. If Becca noticed she was tapping then it usually annoyed her to, though only because the blonde knew that she couldn't go longer than thirty seconds or so without starting up again. She unraveled the earphones from around her iPod and fell back onto her bed, shifting through her music and trying to find something that might put her back to bed. Unfortunately there was only so much that rock music could do, and putting someone to sleep wasn't really something that it was known for.
Becca was only able to lay there for another ten minutes before not doing anything actually got to her and she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and using a nifty flashlight app on her iPod to grab clothes from her closet. They were simple clothes; a pair of sweats, a shirt and hoodie, and shoes that couldn't really be considered running shoes. As she walked out the door she threw her blonde hair into a ponytail and zipped up her black hoodie, stringing her earphones through her shirt so that they didn't get in the way as she ran. Becca started steady, going at a quick walk just to warm up before breaking out into a jog, and as she went she could see the sky starting to brighten along the horizon, causing streaks of yellows and light pinks to streak across the sky. Her mind went back to the old myths of Apollo carrying the sun across the sky found that she was squinting her eyes, trying to see if she could find a chariot being pulled by horses.
The blonde shook her head, glad that no one else was around to see what she had just been doing. She started to slow a good hour or so after she had started her little jog and then stopped, taking a quick look around to see where she was. Becca was in the field and she took off her hoodie, setting it on the ground so that she could sit without worrying about getting the butt of her sweats wet. The sun had slowed its ascent in the sky and she found it somewhat interesting that it always seemed to rise and sink faster the closer it was to the horizon than when it was already in the sky. Taking the ponytail out, Becca ran a hand through her curled blonde hair and shook it out, letting it fall past her shoulders. With nothing else to keep her hands busy she began stretching the band between her fingers, paying more attention to the sky than to what she was doing, and didn't realize when the band flew from her fingers until she looked back. "Oh crap, where did it go?" she asked herself, looking around her person for it, not realizing that it had flown a few feet ahead of her.
TAGGED:: Nathan
OUTFIT:: Here!!!
WORDS:: 7-3-9 (can't promise the next will be as long ^^;
NOTES:: Hm...idk, I guess its okay lol
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“ deep in december, it's nice to remember ”
( W I T H O U T A H U R T T H E H E A R T I S H O L L O W )
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Post by nathan on Jan 11, 2011 19:12:33 GMT -5
  EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALLC A S T L E W A L L SBUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE
It was the most sober Nathan Dennis Wilder had been in months. The young man frowned as he walked out of Dionysus’s cabin, looking as if he was suffering from a terrible hangover and only one hour’s worth of sleep, which was about true. His normally flawless light brown hair was a mess and his blue eyes were bloodshot with dark shadows beneath them. He stumbled away from the cabin and shook his head, trying to let the remaining images of the dream disappear. This wasn’t like him, such a somber feeling…These nightmares. He was very laidback and easy going, and it took quite a bit to get to him…Sadly repeating nightmares of the murders of his mother and step father, Stella and Stanley Wilder, were enough to get to him bad. He never saw who it was, or rather what it was…Only hearing the screams and only seeing the disappearing figure and finding the bloody and lifeless bodies of two of the most important people in his life. Nathan desperately needed a drink, but had sadly drank up his last supply of bourbon the night before and he’d have to bribe someone in Hermes to get him some more later on.
For now he’d take a walk and clear his head. He wasn’t going to let this thing get the better of him. It was for the main purpose of not wanting anyone to know something was bothering him. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, and he didn’t feel like being badgered by serious questions. Life was too short and too full of fun, exciting things to let the bad get you down…Besides, it was just a dream, he told himself over and over again. Never mind that demigods were know to have prophetic dreams, that was not the point at all. Some dreams could…Well, they could just be dreams. He’d slyly send out a letter to his mother, sounding nonchalant as usual and ask her for money or something…Something that would be reasonable for Nathan to send a letter for, and any response from her would be more than enough to appease him. It was sad he had to resort to sending letters to know that she was okay….Normally he’d be out there in the mortal world with her. He’d party by night and…Well, party by day, too. After being kicked out of his boarding school for possession, though, Stanley decided he needed a bit more time at Camp Half Blood and…Well, here he was.
For a while he paid no attention to where he was, only walking and slowly getting himself to relax and getting his mind on other things. He eyed the Aphrodite cabin longingly, making a mental note to flirt with some of Aphrodite’s daughters tomorrow. Jade and Lily were always fun and some of the hottest girls at camp. At least that he had seen, so far. Shaking his head, he continued on, thinking of heading to the strawberry fields. That was where his and his siblings’s specialties lay anyway. As he walked, though, heading towards them, he was aware of something shooting past his head and heard an unfamiliar feminine voice ahead of him. He watched a fellow camper looking around for something and glanced over his shoulder at the band right behind him. Chuckling, he reached down to pick it up and extended his hand towards her, the band dangling from his middle finger, “Looking for this?”
THIS POST GOES OUT TO name here AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done/unfinished! THERE ARE ABOUT word count WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING outfit here. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT notes here. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.
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Post by rebeccamurphy on Jan 13, 2011 2:49:38 GMT -5
“ try to remember the kind of September ”( W H E N L I F E W A S S L O W & & S O M E L L O W )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She leaned forward slightly, bending her knees so that she could peek underneath them, though how her band would have made it under there. It was just her luck to lose yet another hair band, and all because she had the urge to stretch and then accidentally let it fly. She remembered when it had hit one kid in the face while they had been training. It had been both entertaining and talented, but then the kid had refused to give it back to her, claiming he didn't know where it had gone after she had hit him with it. If she kept loosing these damn bands then Becca was going to have to go shopping for more and that seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. If only because she always ended up buying something else that she didn't really need. Becca couldn’t help the frustrated groan that came from her lips when she failed to find it around her person and she started to think about getting up to see if it had flown a few feet away when there was a voice. “Looking for this?” She blinked and looked up, her green eyes focusing on a teenage boy that was standing in front of her. Her eyes moved from him to his outstretched hand where her band was hanging from a finger.
A small smile crossed her lips as she reached out for it, taking it and placing it around her wrist. She managed to leave it along for only a couple of seconds before her fingers were picking at it again. “I didn’t hit you with it or anything did I? If I did then I’m really sorry,” she apologized in advance, just in case the band had snapped against his face like it had the kid from a few weeks ago. Although if it had hit him then he was taking it very well, so either it hadn’t hit him hard or she was apologizing for nothing. He looked a bit familiar to her, though when it came to putting a name to a face Becca was the worst, and while she knew she had seen him around it didn’t help her any. There were quite a few people here and keeping track of all the ones that she saw on a daily basis was hard enough without trying to keep tabs on all everyone that she saw in passing. There were still some people that she should know and yet could never remember their names, much to their chagrin.
He looked a bit tired, though considering the time Becca wasn’t entirely surprised. Thanks to the run she was quite awake, though her ADHD was starting to kick in and playing with the band on her wrist was no longer helping get rid of the energy that was coursing through her. “My name’s Rebecca, but you can call me Becca if you want,” she said finally, realizing that she had been sitting quietly for a couple of minutes. Becca stood and bent down, grabbing her hoodie before draping it over her arm before reaching into her pocket to turn down the music that was playing in her ear.
TAGGED:: Nathan
OUTFIT:: Here!!!
WORDS:: 5-3-5
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“ deep in december, it's nice to remember ”
( W I T H O U T A H U R T T H E H E A R T I S H O L L O W )
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