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Post by courtney jayn thompson; on Feb 1, 2012 8:50:46 GMT -5
Courtney woke up to the cracks of sunlight beaming through the curtains onto her face, its was warm but so bright. She squinted and rolled over so that her head was dipped into her pillow and sighed loudly. Mornings were not too great for Court, she always seemed to struggle to get the motivation to move out or bed or do anything. There was nothing planned for her to do today, no concerts no rehearsals, no briefings, nothing. So there was no real reason for Courtney to get out of bed anyway. As much as she wanted to, Courtney couldn’t stay in bed all day because she would just get bored and even more tired, so she rolled over and slid her feet slowly out of the sheets and onto the cold laminate flooring.
Sitting up she slid her fingers through her knotted blonde hair and stood up, in a disoriented way Courtney made her way into the bathroom to have a shower. After, she wrapped a white cotton towel around herself a moved to her wardrobe throwing on a floral patterned dress and white knee high socks. In the corner of the room Courtney had a small wooden dressing table, she sat down and peered into the mirror, its too early for this
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[/b] she mumbled as she dusted her eyes with make up. After several hours of getting up, showering and getting dressed Courtney was about ready. Courtney walked to the door sliding on her new white pair of vans and picking up her keys. Court stepped outside and made her way down the path in the direction of the park, ugh why is everything so bright this early in the morning [/I] she thought while she made her way past the brass iron gates into the park. The green was filled with couples, children and families all laughing and getting the most out of the warm weather. Courtney walked down the quite end of the park admiring all the flowering plants and trees. Breathing in the fresh air and aroma that surrounded her, the gravel path crunched beneath her feet as she slowed her pace down while walking by the slightly murky ponds. The noise from the busy area of the park died down as Courtney continued to walk further away. [/blockquote] [/div] wordcount: 382 tagged: grayson<3 notes: will get lengthy soon [/td][/tr][/td][/tr] [/table] [/center] |
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Post by grayson quincy helling; on Feb 1, 2012 13:23:13 GMT -5
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i'm a lady killer and your a pretty lady
Grayson ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to at least bring a little life to his face. The night before had been a long one filled with rehearsal that had gone on far longer then needed. Groaning and running his hand down his face he grabbed the coffee from the barista and offered a faint smile. Pushing through the small coffee house doors he strode down the street, the sun already warming the concrete pavement beneath his converse. Taking a sip of the dark liquid the Brit continued walking, fully planning on avoiding the bands' bus for as long as possible. At least in the daylight and around others things weren't so depressing nor awkward. Walking through the gates of the quaint park the city maintained he was silently glad he'd foregone a coat and stuck with a simple dark tee and dark jeans. The sun was plenty enough heat for him, plus he was used to worse conditions.
Shifting his coffee Grayson smiled and nodded at a couple as they passed and continued walking towards the ponds that were strategically placed in the middle of the park. Having more than his far share of early mornings the Brit had spent many hours at parks while on tour. At least in the park there was some resemblance of tranquility and peace. Glancing down at the gravel beneath his feet Grayson felt a impact of something soft against his chest, his coffee leaving his fingertips and crashing to the ground in a dark mess while his arm instinctively swung out to catch whatever he'd smashed himself into. "Bloody hell!" His heavily accented words left his mouth, his tone shocked at the same time slightly annoyed that he'd managed to practically run something over. Or not something, but someone. As he regained his balance he immediately backed off of the blonde lass he'd nearly tramped in his not paying attention. "Oh shite. I'm sorry, are you alright? It appears I wasn't paying attention very well."
Releasing his arm from her he dropped his hands awkwardly at his side, brushing them off on his dark jeans before glancing down at the coffee. "Apologies, you sure you're alright?" Grayson certainly had no intentions of angering the beautiful blonde before him, and put on his best smile, one that he was confident affected women. "Oy, where are me manners. I'm Grayson Helling. Drummer for Ever Since We Met." He made no motion to shake her hand like he normally would, instead Grayson winked at the chit and gave her a wolfish grin. Perhaps the afternoon wouldn't be so bad after all.
breakin' hearts that shatter down. WORDS: 435
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