destined to explode [abigail]

[bryce gabriel linscott;]

Drumming his fingers against the crumbly surface of a dirt ground, Bryce felt a nagging sense of impatience and irritation. It really was no different from his usual state of being, when he thought about it. There was always anger bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to explode, and quite frankly, he didn’t care. So he was an angry person who liked to lash out on innocent people who kept him company. It was a well known fact that he informed his peers of, and he wouldn’t be blamed when they decided to take a risk by lingering around his arm’s reach. At the same time, it wasn’t as if he particularly liked losing control and hurting other people, but it was a part of himself he had grown to accept.

It still felt like ages ago since he was last able to control his temper. His younger sister had always served as a lock and key for his otherwise destructive habits, and her death released an otherwise carefully restrained temper. In the end, the safest thing was just for him to keep to himself, and that was precisely why he had decided to lounge around at the grounds. There was something peaceful and relaxing about sunsets that served to calm him down a bit, and he could feel his annoyance at his sloth-like state melting away from his taut nerves. He would have even uncharacteristically welcomed some company while he enjoyed this unusual sense of tranquility that was beginning to spread through him.

For a person such as himself, the rare moments when he felt at peace were almost special. It wasn’t as if Bryce enjoyed being a grumpy grouch, but there wasn’t much he could do about it, so why try? Perhaps some people believed that it was negotiable for him to feel certain emotions, but if that were the case, then couldn’t the average person simply choose to feel content everyday instead of having moments of depression and anger? Things were never as simple as people liked to believe they were.

The need to do something slowly drained away, and Bryce stretched his legs out, leaning backwards until he could simply lie down. He intertwined his fingers behind his head and rested, eyes taking in the spectrum of colours in the sky. It was a very brief thought, but he told himself that he could get used to enjoying moments like these. Never mind that lying around on dirt would probably make his clothes all dirty. It was simply too much effort to roll off the dirt to lie on the grassy patch a few feet away, and besides, by the time he got there, his fading sense of anger might return. He’d much rather take his chances with a massive of tiny speckles of dirt over bringing back a few stubborn emotions.

tag;;: Abigail
word count;; 4 7 5
muse;; There and thriving~
notes;; Er....sorry for the shortness. x.x

[abigail lee torres;]

--------------- On most days, Abigail was a wanderer. She went wherever her feet guided her. This was one of those days. There was an echoing of a band playing as she waltzed across the venue grounds. It was getting late, and after her band had played, Abigail didn't know why she was still venturing around the venue. She could be in her bunk, asleep, by now. But what kind of person would she be if she didn't make a few friends every day of touring? The angel on her shoulder told her that most kids that she met a day were completely thankful for her kind words to most of them. What Abigail lived for was to lift esteems, whether the kid needs it or not.

-------------- The young red headed girl couldn't help but flash a friendly smile to every person she passed by. Her white, almost perfectly straight teeth glistened as she made those simple gestures to someone who might need it. Before she realized it, Abigail was in a part of the grounds that almost no one was around. It was about to be getting dark, most of the fans were leaving as the sunset was approaching at a quick pace. Feeling the need to strike up a conversation with the next person she passed by, Abigail's eyes were drawn to a boy laying in the grass, or mud, rather. It only took the girl a few foot steps before she approached him with a large smile on her face. He looked peaceful, yet she wouldn't feel too bad about interrupting him in whatever he was doing.

--------------- "Hi!" Abigail squeaked before taking a seat a foot or two away from the other person. As she got a pretty good look at his face this way, the red head realized that she had seem him around before. A drummer, for sure... "You're Bryce Linscott, right?" she asked, just to confirm she had the name matched with the face correctly. Though, Abigail was almost completely sure she was correct in her accusation.

She had heard about Bryce before. Rumors were spread about his uncontrollably short temper and issues with anger. Abigail didn't believe them to the extent of how they were described. Don't judge a book by it's cover, right? She preferred to know the person before dubbing them as having some kind of problem, it just wasn't her nature to assume something bad of someone before actually getting to know them. For all she knew, the rumors could just be, well, rumors. True or not, Abigail decided to attempt to get to know the kid, therefor she spread a large smile of greeting as friendliness seem to seep out of her pores.