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Post by pace ! on Apr 27, 2009 19:26:20 GMT -5
i'm not paralyzed. i had to keep telling myself that. just hurt, right? shell-shocked? amazed? scared? emotions flowed through my mind, dancing and swirling around like bees and butterflies. it confused me. it startled me. it scared me. where was i? where were all of we? the memories were faded, and i felt too nauseated to even attempt at remembering the murderous things. it had all seemed so . . . dream-like. oh, i wished it were! a pang in my left leg twisted and churned, pain writhing and wriggling its way through my lanky body as if it were a parasite; a horrible, ebbing parasite. each lame step i took, i seemed to drag my foot in a way in which i knew it was not supposed to twist it. "oh, fuck . . .,"
[/color] i'd groan, my voice drenched in the pain that would seem to implode and takeover my maimed, limp body. - - - - falling to the bleached, warm sand, i let out a harrumph and looked up to the sky. the ultramarine color seemed to glisten above me. ouch, i'd complain mentally. i do not enjoy sun burns too much. running a numb hand through my ruffled blonde locks, an exasperated sigh left my parched lips. the plane seemed to be a rumshack now--it was no where safe or durable for shelter. good thing i had brought that tarp to try out on Sky-- oh, shit! what would happen to my girl; my beautiful, beautiful girl? i emit another groan. great. life was just so fucking great. heaving myself up to a sitting position, heart worn out from that small task. by the way some kids gave my sympathetic stares as they limped by to help out brothers and sisters; i had realized that there was a pained look in my deep, aquene eyes. was it crazy or just my pain? was it shock? whatever it was, it gave me quite a few looks. rolling around to lie on my stomach, i but my head down to the sweet-scented sand once more. - - - - the sun was no longer smoldering my back--an eerie glow had set over the beach, the ocean waves lapping gently, tickling my dry feet. a navy shadow was casted over by a white glow, groan escaping my lips as i rolled over. how long had i been asleep? a curious blue eye opened, followed by another. grasping my chin, i felt something fuzzy-- gay fice o'clock shadow. i should've packed a razor.00C lol my fail post. x3 [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Smudge on Apr 27, 2009 23:14:30 GMT -5
It was taunting him. That damned sun was taunting him! He looked up at it, growling miserably. Even though he was in the shade, he still felt hot. That sun was getting to him. He was going to go insane. Once night came, he should be alright though. Hopefully, anyway. He was hoping it'd cool down at night. It should, anyway. If it didn't, he'd officially go insane. He's never felt so hot in his life. Back in Salinas, it never got so hot. Not usually anyway. Maybe once every twenty years, it'd be really hot, but not often, that's for sure. He grumbled to himself and wiped sweat off his forehead. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree he was sitting under and closed his eyes, dozing off.
When he woke up, it was around dinner time. The shadow that was covering him had moved so he was no longer in the shade. The sun had moved across the sky. He looked up at the sky and grunted to himself. Sapphire gaze studied the shore in front of him. His leg began throbbing incredibly and he almost screamed like a little girl, but kept silent. He just grunted to himself and reached down to pull his pantleg up past his calf. He unwrapped the piece of his shirt that was around his leg and looked at his wound. It looked really nasty, and was probably irritated by the fabric of his clothing. But, he had to live with it. Wrapping the piece of cloth back around it, he tied it and sighed, leaning back against the tree trunk again.
Looking down at the shore again, he noticed something strange. Someone was laying near the salty waters. Pushing himself up against the tree trunk, he stood up slowly. There were people around him, talking. Some were trying to figure out how to build a shelter. He shook his head slightly, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. He began limping toward the lone lad laying out near the water. He felt extremely sore, his leg throbbing as he limped along. When he was about five to seven feet from the other guy, he smiled, "Hey," he said. He was curious of why this guy was laying way down here. He also admitted, to himself, that he was rather hot. First hot guy he's seen, but he didn't say anything.
While he waited for an answer, he slowly lowered himself down so he sat. He stretched his wounded leg out in front of him while the other was bent, his knee held to his chest. He gazed out toward the sun as it was setting, then looked back at the other guy.
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Post by pace ! on Apr 28, 2009 17:11:51 GMT -5
hot damn! it seemed as if the first sign of a miracle seeping into me. either that, or i was just going crazy. angels? only if i were dying, perhaps. though, quite a "dashing" young fellow came my way, as father used to say. a faint smile was tugging at my velvet lips, watching the interesting ebony-haired boy. that crooked look soon changed as i attempted to sit up. "oh mother of fu--"
[/color] i was caught off in my rage of pain that twisted and danced through me. he spoke. - - - - "hey" if i were a wolf or any canine with pointed ears, at that moment, they would be erect, alert. my baby blues twinkled, watching this cute boy seem to float by me, even though he had come to sit down next to my pain-writhing mass. why? i'd ponder before studying his face with shy ultramarine orbs. "oh, hello,"[/color] i'd murmur, fingers doodling patterns in the sun-kissed beach sands; they seemed to dance red in the setting sun. frowning thoughtfully, i would try to remember somethings that were vital in my family. underwear? no, no--other people saw it. glasses? they have to do with emotions, i think. ah, i know! manners! "i'm lucas--er, luke, actually. or you could call me by my niddle name: chase."[/color] why did i stumble and faulter with my words whilst i was around him? i mean, yeah, i was shy, but there were no excuses. i needed to talk to people in order to survive on this damned island. - - - - letting my aqua eyes search his own dazzling blues for a bit, i would sigh and reach in my pocket for my journal, groan escaping my lips as i pulled it out. where in hell's name was the freaking pen? rolling my eyes and cussing under my breath, i put it back in my pocket and grinned sheepishly. "sorry about that . . .,"[/color] i'd babble quickly before hearing a rather audible clap of thunder rumble in the sky. mmm, rain. good thing i brought that tarp for sky. "er, i know this a bit odd, us being accquaintences and whatnot, but would you like shelter from the rain?"[/color] i couldn't help but chuckle and flush four shades of a rosy hue at my mixed words. "i think rain'll be coming soon, and i have tarp--it would've been used to help train my horse, but sense she's across the sea and such, i guess plans have changed."[/color] eyes twinkling, i would attempt to stand, letting out a blatant yell of pain as it surged and shocked through my left leg. damned plane, i muttered mentally. i know who's being sued when i get back home. hobbling to my feet, i would point over to a remainder of the plane, where i had sat. the luggage holder was strewn across the dilapidated aisle, a blue sheet of tarp flapping in the growing zephyr. 00C sorry for the long wait on the reply. <3 [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Smudge on Apr 28, 2009 22:30:50 GMT -5
"Oh mother of fu--" The other lad was cut off as Tristian spoke. He blinked, but smiled simply again, waiting for a response, other than something like that. Either he was upset, or he was in pain. Once the boy murmured a hello, he nodded his head gently, sapphire eyes gazing down to watch his fingers twirl the sand around. Tilting his head, he waited for something interesting to happen. Nothing was happening so far, so he'd wait, wiggling his toes in his black and white checkered vans that he loved so much. Finally, the boy spoke again. It was like he was three different people; Lucas, Luke and Chase. Oh, he could call him Chase. That was a cool name. "I'm Tristian, just Tristian," he responded sweetly with a smile.
Tilting his head again, Tristian watched as Chase reached into his pocket to pull something out. He listened to him groan and almost giggled, but kept silent as he watched with sparkling sapphire eyes. This guy was rather strange, yet interesting at the same time. He listened to him cuss under his breath and grinned to himself. "It's fine." He lifted his head slightly as he heard thunder off in the distance. Rain? That was odd. And it was so damn hot earlier. Oh well, a little rain didn't hurt anyone. He gazed back toward Chase curiously as he offered shelter from the rain. That was nice of him! "Oh, sure," he said with a smile.
He watched as the boy's cheeks flushed red. He snickered to himself quietly as he looked off in distance, letting his mind wander for a bit. Then, Chase spoke again. So, he was interested in horses, too? That was pretty cool. He had a horse of his own. That was cool, too. He grinned, but said nothing as he looked across the ocean.
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Post by pace ! on Apr 28, 2009 23:01:11 GMT -5
tristian. cute. a faint smiled tugged over my velvet kissers one more time. night was falling whilst the storm brewed. sighing and stretching my aching muscle in my leg, i would wander over to the dismembered area of the plane and grab the tarp. dragging it over to the tree where the boy had been sitting earlier was quite the nuisance. i placed the tarp in between four trees, clasping the metal grips it had to lower branches to form a sort of canopy. we were close to the beach, should any trees fall and we need to escape farther near the ocean, or vice versa. i hobbled back over toward the bank of the ocean, over to tristian. i felt so submissive, like a lame dog hobbling back to its owner. too bad i wasn't a dog; i could be quite the bitch, though.
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"whoah, man,"
[/color] i would gasp as i tripped, catching myself on the boy's shoulders. as if he could hold me up with his limp leg, anyhow. "eh, sorry about that,"[/color] i would murmur with a chuckle, ultramarine windows to the soul twinkling as if i were a kid at christmas: excited. i flushed once more, cursing myself off mentally for being so shy, anxious, and all the more a horrible guy at flirting. he was interested in me, though, right? my god, i do pray so. - - - - limping back over to the tarp, i would kick away some of the twigs and lay in the warm sand, not minding that my sperries were probably drowned in sand at the moment; i needed better shows, anyhoo. vans, perhaps? unhooking my rainbow-checkered belt, i would stretch out and utter a sigh of relief. no, i wasn't fat or obese, but the only jeans that fit my runners' legs were two sizes too large, often suffocating my waist. what good would a belt do me, anyways? probably a lot, i'd snicker mentally. running fingers through my honey-dew locks again, i would wait for tristian to come over. the moon was flickering in the sky, dancing with white illumination over our lone bodies; the others had gone inland--it was only the two of us. i scolded myself for being so shy. say something, you twat!00C ror at muse [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Smudge on Apr 28, 2009 23:16:06 GMT -5
Tristian blew through his lips boredly. The sun was close to setting completely, and it would soon be pitch black out. Why couldn't he of brought a flashlight instead of a journal and a pen? Well, then again, he didn't know he'd be trapped on an unknown island out in the middle of the ocean. He almost whined and groaned, but kept silent, and only did it mentally. His head turned to watch Chase wander over to the plane. He leaned back on his hands that were placed in the sand behind him. He still sat there quietly, not even bothering helping Chase put the tarp up. He seemed perfectly capable of doing it himself anyway. Besides, he didn't ask for help, and Tristian was feeling lazy, and sore.
Once Chase was finished, he headed back toward Tristian; he watched him curiously. His shoulders were suddenly grabbed as Chase tripped, almost faceplanting in the sand, but caught himself using Tristian's shoulders. He grunted to himself, but smiled as he looked up at Chase. Slowly, he pushed himself up so he stood up, keeping his weight off his wounded leg. "It's fine," he said sweetly, his cheeks turning red for a moment or so. His cheeks returned back to their normal color and he smiled once again, wobbling a bit on one leg and almost collasping. He grabbed Chase's shoulder with one hand to keep him from falling over like the weakling he was. He let go of his shoulder and gulped slightly. "S-Sorry."
Tristian watched as Chase began walking away. Not thinking, he followed after him like a puppy. He stopped a little ways away to watch him kick some twigs out of the way before laying down in the sand. Grinding his teeth, he limped over. He stepped over Chase and plopped down beside him in the sand, keeping his wounded leg stretched out in front of him, his under leg tucked under his wounded leg at the ankle. He watched as Chase unbuckled his belt and his eyes widened. What the hell was he doing? Oh-- nothing it seemed. Nothing at all, right? He smiled nervously, mostly to himself, and waited; waited for something interesting to happen.
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Post by pace ! on Apr 29, 2009 23:31:03 GMT -5
"oh . . . it-it's fine." god damnit! stupid old stuttering! tristian seemed to brace against me for support, and my shoulders would stay firm to keep him from fault. it seemed quite odd--having such a cute fellow touching me, that is. as we sat down and i released the death-grip of my belt, my peripheral vision caught the surprised twinkle in the boy's eyes. i would stifle a cough, cheeks flushing twelve rosy hues of red and pink. coughing once more, this time from the chill, a shiver ran down my spine. damnit, do you have a flashlight or something warm?"
[/color] i'd ask the black-haired boy, admiring how is dark locks seemed to contrast with the navy sky, though so close in color variation. perhaps a hug? i would joke mentally, thinking of my recent inquiry about any flashlight of some sort. tracing in the glowing shore's sand, i would sigh. what chance in heck did i have with such an . . . elite type of guy? - - - - "so, eh . . . where ya from?"[/color] hell, there was nothing to do, and i'd given up on the whole idea of a flashlight; 'guess that twenty questions is the only thing we had left to do. that or a rather askew match of truth or dare. my digits seemed to be intrigued with the meaningless patterns that i'd traced in the sand, having been there for many long, heart-stealing moments. huffing quite a melodramatic sigh, my mind began to wander aimlessly. what if we were rescued; would i be able to see him, still? mentally shaking the upsetting thoughts from my head, i would run sand-spotted fingers through my greasing honey hair. ultramarine windows sparkling up at the starry sky, i would close them. sleep seemed tempting to me, but it also avoided me like a playground bully. i wanted to talk to this guy. it was like nancy drew and a mystery, or her pudgy friend beth with ice cream - - - - "i'm from dallas, texas." my announcement was quick, and seemed as if it was spoken with embarrassment. it was my own question to my own questions game. fatigue seemed to creep up on me like a monster, and i would allow myself to slouch more, my shoulders and above the only things sitting somewhat up. instead of the moronic scribbling, they would now drum against the black denim on my skinny jeans, boredom snaking and suffocating my body. mkay, i would think, somewhat pissed off. why the heck am i such a little pansy?00C ror at muse [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Smudge on Apr 29, 2009 23:42:41 GMT -5
Stuttering. Both of them were stuttering. He thought it was cute how Chase stuttered. It made Tristian blush slightly as he thought about it, but the color quickly faded from his cheeks as he glanced toward Chase. His own cheeks were rosy red as he coughed. He coughed again and Tristian stared at him curiously, sapphire gaze twinkling slightly. He listened to him ask if he had a flashlight, and Tristian just shook his head quickly, his bangs flying about before landing back against his forehead. "Nope, just a pen and a jour--" he cut himself off and touched his hands against his pocket. Feeling the journal inside, he sighed with relief, then looked back toward Chase, "And a journal."
Drumming his fingers against his thigh, he looked toward the ocean as night began to take over the skies. It was getting darker and darker. Soon, they'd be in complete darkness, except for the starry skies above them. He looked at Chase as he asked where he was from. "Salinas, California," he answered simply with a small, shy smile. If they ended up getting rescued, he wondered if he'd have a stalker. That'd be weird, yet cool, because this guy was hot.
Tristian watched Chase curiously as he said he was from Dallas, Texas. Well, that was a long ways away from California. No wonder they've never seen each other in their lives. He's never left California in his life, and this so-called "trip" was a chance to finally get out of that state. He was out of the state now, but now he was in hell. Just hell. That foster home wasn't hell, this was hell. He was going to die here, he just knew it. Mentally, he began to panic, his heart racing as he kept thinking he'd die here. Mental images flashed in his mind, of him dead on the warm sand. He shook his head quickly and looked down at the ground, breathing heavily and not realising it.
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Post by pace ! on Apr 30, 2009 0:22:51 GMT -5
"mm, california--been there once, up in sacremento for a show,"
[/color] i'd muse to myself, tracing the torn holes in my jeans. why did we both stutter? my mind would ponder of the stupidest questions; i thought the stuttering was cute, honestly. perhaps, possibly, did it mean that he--mo, i wouldn't allow myself to go there! think right, luke, not like a desperate perv. though, he is rather ha--no! a thoughtful frown drowned across my lis as i thought and fought with my inner self. though, the loud gasps of breathing next to me turned my attention elsewhere. - - - - "oh my god!"[/color] i would gasp, looking over at tristian, panic stricken across my blatant face. "oh my god! are you okay, tristian?!"[/color] he looked like chuck norris had just pointed a bazooka toward him; terrified. i put a firm hand upon his shoulder, watching him with a concerned gaze sparking in my crystal eyes. i wanted him to calm down--was he okay? i yearned to know what fright was dancing around in his mind; it made me want to caress him and hold him close, make him safe, in other words. we just needed each ot-- - - - - no, luke, we went over this! i was about read to pimp slap my conscience. could i not hold and love just one guys? my heart thumped against my chest in sick beats--i do believe that it was lonely. blinking, i would shake my head, shaggy hair flickering over my eyes for one moment. was tristian okay? i would glance over curiously to ttristian, wanting so much, so badly, just to call him mine. i wanted him to be mine. i wanted to be his. 00C fail [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Smudge on Apr 30, 2009 1:00:11 GMT -5
Show, what kind of show? Horse show? Tristian blinked and shook his head slightly, not knowing what to think. Funny how Trist hasn't been out of California. Not 'til now anyway. It sucked being stuck in one place. He wanted to explore the world and be free. Not be stuck in some foster home he didn't want to be in. And he was taken away from his siblings, too. It was such a gay experience, especially to be taken away from your own family. That was cruel, that was really cruel.
His gaze remained on the ground, his mind racing, as he tried to come back to reality. His thoughts were consuming him. There was nothing he could do. The image of him dead on the sandy beach still remained within his mind and he felt like he needed to run- run far far away. He suddenly made a move to get up, but stopped himself and sat back down, relaxing himself the best he could. Though, he still didn't look relaxed at all. His whole body was tense and quivering, his hands curled into fists, his face looking as if he saw a ghost. He was paler than usual, as well.
Tristian gulped deeply and finally relaxed, falling back into the sand as if he had fainted. But he didn't faint, he was just laying down, trying to figure out how he would explain this sudden weirdness to Chase. He pushed himself up slowly so he was sitting again and looked at Chase nervously. He didn't know whether Chase thought he was a freak or if he was deeply concerned for him. Gulping again, he licked his dry lips and sighed. "S-Sorry about that. I-I'm just a little f-freaked o-out."
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Post by pace ! on Apr 30, 2009 1:11:45 GMT -5
i let out a blatant sigh of utter relief, though tristian looked tense as hell, still. i would sigh again, running my fingers through my hair again. tristian positioned himself to the point where he was lying down; i parroted this, fists clenched against either hand. i would twiddle my thumbs, but that seemed to be the trend for old ladies, not myself, i would hope. my eyes seemed to sparkle with concern for the boy, and he would stutter softly, licking his dried lips. my mind churned--why couldn't have been my tongue? stupid ol' luke, a voice in my head hissed. quit reaching for something you can't grasp. stupid, dipshit voices.
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"oh, it's . . . fine,"
[/color] i would murmur gently. his stuttering seemed to trigger more of my hot cheeks, as if they were the thermostat for my jaw's furnace. "and i know what 'cha mean; i'm a bit freaked out, too. i guess we just need . . . to look out for . . . each other." my voice seemed to quiver as i spoke, and my cheeks turned up the heat at that little thought of embarrassment. he doesn't care, i don't think . . ., i thought, my fingers intertwining with the loose grains of sand around me. cobalt occults looked up to the shimmer sky and its glittering stars. what if i was at home already? i just needed someone to make it like that. tristian? i glanced over to him quickly, taking in his too-charming figure before turning back and coughing; damned dust. 00C fail [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by pace ! on Apr 30, 2009 13:15:20 GMT -5
00C Excuse me, Tiger, but this thread is for Tristian and I only. We will be ignoring your post, seeing as you are so rude as to barge into a thread. Can you not read that the title indicates that this thread is only for Smudge's use and my own use. >.>
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Post by Smudge on Apr 30, 2009 13:17:21 GMT -5
Tristian's breathing was almost back to normal. It seemed a little shaky, though, each time he breathed in. His hands were still curled into fingers, his short fingernails digging into the skin of his palms. His face was still pale as hell and he looked like he was about to puke, but he didn't. He wasn't close to puking, it just looked like it. He licked his lips again and let out a sigh as his whole body relaxed completely. Okay, no more freaking out, Tris. Can't do that around a new friend-- or a potential boyfriend. Oh that was silly. Chase wasn't gay or bisexual, was he? Maybe. It was possible, but he wasn't so sure, so he kept his mouth shut.
Taking in a deep, shaky breath, he released it in a sigh as Chase responded to him in a murmur. He looked up at him and gave him a nervous half-smile. He also noticed the reddness in Chase's cheeks. Was he cold or blushing? That was the question. Chase spoke again and Tristian nodded. "Yeah, we do need to look out for each other," he said with a full smile this time. They did need to look out for each other, especially here. He totally agreed with Chase. They could become best friends, or more, if Tristian was lucky. He wasn't so sure though if anything would happen between them. He glanced up to the starry night sky as Chase did and sighed to himself, closing his sapphire eyes for a moment before reopening them. He looked back toward Chase as he coughed and raised a brow slightly, but smiled nonetheless.
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luke chase krelling
