with a crooked smile & weathered face;

[bastien thomas volk;]

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[lorene nicole webb;]

I got to love, I rode the rails

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I was broke and I was scared
You held my hand took away my fear[/FONT]

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The chill of the air got to Lorene's pale skin and gave her a small case of the chills. It was a pleasant enough day so she figured she'd take a walk. Just to get away from her craziness for a while. Lorene hadn't brought her guitar or any source of music except for her own iPod and set of pipes. She had tossed her sketch books, journals and her wallet (with little cash in it) all into an over the shoulder bag. It was a dark brown leather that was beginning to look worn and old. She had gotten it a long time ago and grew really attached to it. To be exact, she got it when she was seventeen, her mother gave it to her before she passed away.

The soloist kept a neutral face while thinking of her mother. Although it was still obvious she was lost in thought, Lorene kept her gaze fixed on the grass under her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a pretty french braid she had done earlier that morning. It was rare to see Lorene with her hair pulled back in any form or way. She loved long hair for all females and certain guys if they could pull it off and keep their hair looking healthy. She chuckled inwardly to herself; she was such a hippie, minus the drugs.

Lorene was dragged from her thoughts by the sound of her cell phone ringing due to a text message. Unfortunately, she must've forgotten to put her phone in the pouch made for phone's in her bag so it fell to the bottom. She was too busy rummaging through her bag to notice she was fixing to run into a guy walking in the opposite direction of her. The two bumped into each other and Lorene, now ignoring her phone, looked up, startled. She opened her mouth to apologize but he beat her to it, asking if she was ok. She took note of his German accent.

Lorene waved her hand in a dismissive manner and gave a short, self conscious laugh,

It's ok, don't worry about it, I'm fine. I wasn't paying attention...

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What you did was you saved my life
I won't forget it

TAG !Bastien
WORDS !359
OUTFIT ! www.polyvore.com/julie3/set?id=40336763
NOTES !
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG !Oh Baby Baby, Linda Ronstadt~

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[bastien thomas volk;]

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