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Post by khristian annabella roze on Aug 6, 2010 12:40:54 GMT -5
 Khristian was sitting on her family's new sofa, watching her dad and the movers bring in box after box. She'd already brought in two of her black with neon splatter pain (done herself, of course) and taken them up to her room, but didn't know what to do now. In fact, the only things in her room were her suitcases and her desk; her bed hadn’t been brought in yet. Her laptop had died and so she could do anything with it, and the television was still buried somewhere deep in the moving van. It felt like all hope was lost. Khristian let her head fall back and she gave a big sigh. Her mother heard her and came into the living room from the kitchen, where she was slowly putting things in their new places. ”Sweetie, why don’t you come in here and help me?” Khristian gave her mom a look that said I’m-so-bored-but-not-bored-enough-to-do-any-real-work. Her mother just smiled. “All right, well, it’s either that or maybe you could go outside and take a walk around the block.”Khristian slowly put her head up right and thought about it. It wasn’t such a bad idea, after all. She had noticed some kids playing down the street a little ways. They weren’t her age; they were all much younger, but maybe it would be nice to see the neighborhood. Back home, her whole neighborhood was really connected; she sort of hoped for the same thing here in Barkley.
As Khristian walked out the door, she hoped she looked okay. She hadn’t changed or anything since they’d gotten to their new home. Home. That sounded weird. Oh, well, thought Khristian, this is me, they might as well get used to it. Khristian waved to her dad as she started down the sidewalk. Next door, a little girl was playing with a dog twice the child’s size. She smiled and continued on. She could see some houses that looked boring and dull, and others that looked bright and vibrant and friendly. She continued down the walk until she heard the soft sound of music. It wasn’t a radio playing too loud or a car about to pass her with the stereo up. She could tell; it sounded like someone playing themselves. She wondered if she was actually right. She hoped so. Back home, Khristian was really into the music scene. She did everything from show choir, to solos in the talent show, to playing her own gigs at local restaurants. She didn’t really think of herself as being any good, but she enjoyed it. As she walked, it got louder until she could tell for sure that it wasn’t something from a CD or record or tape of any kind; it was live.
Khristian was almost afraid to keep going; she didn’t want to disturb anyone’s genius; it sounded pretty good. She finally got up the courage and started up the short driveway. The garage door was open and a there was a boy inside. Khristian tried to decide how old he was; but she was never any good with guessing ages so she just left it alone. She walked to the edge of the garage at the boy. “Hi.” Tag: Mason Outfit: click Words: Who cares? Notes: If you want me to change any of it, like make the neighborhood... not a neighborhood, or if you want the garage door closed? just tell me, I can go change it real quick. |
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Post by mason ryan grant on Aug 10, 2010 6:55:23 GMT -5
If there was one thing that motivated Mason the most it was girl troubles, especially when it came to his music. He was the main writer in the band he was in and he focused a lot on his real life situations, along with other members of the band. He liked how real it made them – he hated writing songs about shit he hadn’t experienced before – it made him feel fake. Mason didn’t like that feel at all, he much preferred to be real – even if they never got noticed, at least he could say they never sold out. And for an artist that meant everything. To make it big and still be yourself – that was saying something else about your character – it was exactly what he wanted to do.
He had been trying to write this new song based on how he had been feeling lately about Angel. She had a new boyfriend and it only seemed to be bothering him the more he thought about it. So, he did what he always did. He got out his notebook and started writing down lyrics, which soon turned in to the song he was banging out on his drums. He was humming the words lowly to himself as he continuously beat on the instrument in front of him – taking out all of his aggression. There was nothing more freeing to Mason than to just go all out when he was practicing or just messing around on his drums. He had left the garage door open, because the garage was just getting too hot for its own good.
He was getting to the end of the song when he heard a voice say Hi. to him. Mason looked up, still beating on his drums. He tossed the girl a grin and finished up the end of the song, and flipped his sticks around before shoving them in his pocket. Standing up, he wiped the sweat away from his forehead and walked towards her, “Hey, you must be new around here, huh?” He questioned. Mason was really good with faces and knowing people. He was fairly popular at school and seeing a good looking girl like her, he was sure he would have seen her before. “I’m Mason Grant,” The blonde introduced himself before heading to the mini fridge in the garage and pulling out a bottle of water, he held it out to the girl, “Want one?”
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Post by khristian annabella roze on Aug 26, 2010 17:03:03 GMT -5
Khristian smiled at the boy in front of her. He seemed friendly, and Khristian hoped she was not wrong about that. It was only her first day in Barkley, so meeting someone close to her age was nice. She hoped that maybe this blonde headed boy, named Mason Grant, who was in front of her just might be her first friend in Barkley. ”Um,” Khristian thought for a second. She was thirsty, when she thought about it. ”Sure, thanks.” Khristian was glad for the water. It was really hot out and she knew it would be refreshing. ”Nice to meet you, Mason,” Khristian said. She took a second to do a little sneak peek study at the boy. Cute, in a boyish way. At least, she thought so. She knew a couple of her friends back home that would automatically say he was cute, the end, no questions asked. But Khristian was not like that. She preferred to look at the boy’s personality most and think of them as friends first, no questions asked. She cocked her head and shot the boy a sweet Khristian smile.
”Um, yeah, I’m new.” Khristian stated the obvious. She felt a little silly and shy being somewhere unfamiliar. For all she knew, this guy could be a murderer or something, but Khristian doubted that. She always tried to think the best of people. ”In fact, I’m moving in today. Just down the street, actually.” Khristian nodded toward the direction her aunt’s house was in. Khristian had already met a couple who lived across the street from her aunt, who were good friends, and they had mentioned no one knew she was coming. Even the two of them, and they talked to her aunt at least three or four times a week. Khristian wasn’t really sure what to do or say. When she first met people, she was really shy. Well, at least some of the time. Sure, she could go up and introduce herself to someone, but that didn’t mean she would open up herself to them just yet.
Khristian looked at the boy and remembered she should probably have told him her name already. “Oh! I’m such a goof.” Khristian let her head fly to her fore head as if to smack it as if that would help her remember. ”I haven’t told you my name!” Khristian stepped forward and held our her hand. ”Mason Grant, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Khristian. Khristian Roze, with Annabella in the middle, of course. Khristian gave Mason a big goofy grin and waited for his response. Sure, she was being a little outgoing, or a lot according to some people, but Mason, with the way he looked, and what he was playing on his drums made him seem completely approachable and like he was someone Khristian would get along with really well. ”Oh, and I loved what you were playing.” Khristian thought she would add that last part in a sweet and nonchalant way. ”It sounded really good.”
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