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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 16, 2008 21:45:18 GMT -5
Release your innovations, Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in. No one else, no one else, Can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten
The words left the male's lips in a calm, very quiet manner as he dove off the diving board. His arms were at the sides of his head, and he disappeared under the rippling surface of the water with a small splash. He dove down and let his eyes see through the crystal clear water that had not yet been swam in by anyone other then himself. He finished his entrance by letting his hands press against the bottom of the twelve foot pool, to propel himself upward. His lean body moved with an uncertain grace through the water and he breeched the surface, taking in a welcomed gasp of fresh air as his hands came up to slick his long black hair back against his head.
A smile lightened the male's features as the refreshing, but slightly chilly water let its icy fingers run over his skin. He moved under the surface once again, but only a foot or two as to swim across the pool and to the shallow end where he stood up and only a portion of his tall, but lean body was covered by the water. A black pair of swim trunks hung off his hips a bit; not being afraid to show off his well worked six pack. He had no tan on his pale body, but he looked nice regardless. His black locks and deep dark brown eyes contrasted perfectly with his almost ghostly complexion. He moved through the water to grab the black and red striped towel which sat on the edge. He pulled himself up, the muscles in his arm working to pull his figure up on the concrete sidewalk that surrounded the pool. His hands grabbed the hem of the towel and shook it, unfolding the material. He mopped the soft cloth over his face to rid the streaks of water that fell off his cheek bones and rolled over his hollow cheeks. His tongue was seen briefly as he licked the surface of his lips and rubbed them together. He hated chlorine because it dried his lips out, and he had a bad habit of licking his lips which made things worse for him.
He pulled his long slender legs from the water and walked to the table where his iPod sat in its iHome. "Enough of Natasha..." he said as another song by her threatened to play. He picked it up, and let his thumb grace the center in a circular manner as to change and skip through the artists that had songs saved on the mp3 player. He found his songs by Panic! A the Disco and found the song called There's a good reasons these tables are numbered honey, you just haven't thought of it yet. He smirked slightly as the name scrolled across the screen. He loved the names of their songs. Hands set the iPod back in the spot and the music sounded once again, and as usual, he danced back down the concrete path, singing along to the oh so amazing song.
Please leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman, from that moment, you'll be out of place and under dressed. I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it, ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and... When you're in black slacks with accentuating off-white pinstripes, whoa-oh, everything goes according to plan. I'm the new 'cancer', never looked better; you can't stand it, because you say so under your breath.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 16, 2008 21:57:44 GMT -5
Jaydn walked down to the pool with her towel and bag of stuff. If she was going to have an extended stay at a hotel, she was going to have an even better tan when she came home. She walked out by the pool and claimed her chair. It was sure to get at least a few hours of sun there. She laid down on her towel that she had spread across the reclining pool chair. She already had a pretty good tan, but it could always use improvement. From where she was she could see the guy dive into the water, and make out the songs playing from his ipod. She raised an eyebrow when she heard Bedingfield, and had a little bit of a laugh at that. Eventually he got out of the water and changed it to a band that was bearable. When he was getting out of the water, she couldn't help but check him out, just a little bit. He had a really great stomach.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 16, 2008 22:25:17 GMT -5
Mock him if you want, but unwritten was an amazing song and he would openly admit that he knew all the words to it. He was a nerd like that, and he didn't care what anyone said about him, just as long as they could say it to his face. He walked along the side of the pool, debating whether or not he wanted to actually get in again. It felt good once he was within the grasp of the water, but he also liked being out in the sun. He didn't tan, which was really obvious, but it was warm on his skin compared to the chilly water. Long legs carried him to the diving board once more, and he stood carefully on the edge, letting himself balance there for a minute before dark brown eyes looked up.
He saw the girl sitting on the far side of the pool, laying a towel out on one of the beach chairs which were good for tanning. She seemed to have a nice tan already, but why not work it up if you have it? Trevor didn't tan; he just burned. He knew people that could burn, then tan off the next day. He burned very easily, and then went back to his usual pale self again. It was impossible for him to get any color, and he was told that he'd look weird if he ever did get a tan. So, he just continued being the awkwardly pale male that spent a lot of his life outside in the sun. Her eyes raised up a bit, and he let his lips curl upward. He stopped his singing and turned on the diving board so he was facing away from her. He let his long arms fall to his sides, and jumped backwards off the diving board, letting his figure curl as he completed the back flip. Sure, he showed off a little bit, but he usually practiced his dives and did a few cannonballs here and there.
Trevor liked water, and he felt comfortable in it. Although he knew the power of it, he spent lots of time within its grasp. His hands once again touched the bottom of the pool and he pushed down against it, propelling himself toward the surface. He reached the top, stayed for just an enough time to take a breath and move under about two feet again. He swam over to the edge of the pool where he'd seen the girl and reached the surface again. A smile graced his pouty pink lips and he let his arms rest against the wall. "Hey, what's up?" he asked calmly, letting the smooth Italian accent roll off his tongue. The male wasn't the least bit shy when it came to speaking with people.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 19, 2008 13:12:02 GMT -5
Jaydn smiled at the back flip. That was cool. She had spent most of last summer at her friends pool trying to learn how to do stuff like that, but after landing on her back about four dozen times, she had moved on. The worst part of the whole experience had been watching eight year olds learn how to do it on their first try. She had accepted that she was aerodinamically challenged and pushed the people laughing into the pool. "Nothing much," she answered, snapped out of her remembering by his question. "How's the water ?"
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 19, 2008 13:29:55 GMT -5
Not to brag or anything, but to be completely honest he's always been able how to do stuff like this. He could do it on diving boards, or trampolines. He wasn't good enough to just jump into a back flip from the ground, but damn he wished he could. That would be totally amazing. Maybe it helped that when he was younger he took gymnastics classes with his many cousins, or perhaps he was just naturally good at strange things. That second one wouldn't really surprise him because he had some odd talents that most people would give him strange looks for. He listened then as she answered his question with the usual, nothing much, response. Most people gave that answer, as did he so there was no room for him to complain. Her next question caused him to pause in thought for a very brief moment. How would he describe the water? Cold with a tinge of warmth after a moment, or just cold until you get used to it?
"Ehh, it could be a tad higher in temperature. I don't think it's too bad, though, since I'm used to it now." A smile tainted the male's features as he watched her quietly. His arms still held himself up to the side of the pool as he waited to hear a response from her. Then after a moment, he figured introducing himself might be proper. He didn't bother to let go of the pool because he wasn't the type that preferred to give handshakes. Back to that whole, 'when was the last time they washed their hands?' kinda thing. "I'm Trevor by the way."
He let go of the wall then, dropping himself into the water for a moment to re-slick his hair. He couldn't stand it sometimes. He either had his hair completely messy or neat. When it wasn't soaking wet, some parts stuck out at random while others did not. Call him weird, but it was something that just bothered him. His hair was considered kind of long to some, but it had used to be longer and even more uncontrollable until he found a place where he liked to get it styled. Now he went back occasionally when it got too much longer and either just got a trim, or a completely new style. He reached the surface again, hands running over his black locks to smooth them over.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 19, 2008 13:38:11 GMT -5
"Jaydn. You having some hair problems ?" she asked, smiling. She never really worried about her hair, it just did what it did. It was mostly shtraight, but had some curl at the ends. If she was really bored, or was going somewhere, she would straighten it but she usually left it alone. Straightening killed her hair and she liked it better the other way. She looked down at her arm and then back up at the sky. She hadn't gotten any darker yet, but it was still sunny out. She would get tanned by the end of the day but she wa in an impatient mood. She would probably be checking her skin every thirty seconds now.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 19, 2008 13:49:42 GMT -5
“Haha, yeah… Just a bit I guess.” He admitted with a laugh as he got it to stay back now. He loved his hair, but man it really annoyed him sometimes. It was naturally a very dark brown shade, but he’d wanted it darker so he changed it to black. He loved it long, but it was hard to manage sometimes, especially if he didn’t straighten it. His hair had a slight curl to the ends, which annoyed him as well. He thought he looked girly with the curls at the ends so he forced it to stay straight. He stayed up against the wall now, his arms resting on the edges of the wall against as to keep himself in one place while he talked to the girl now known as Jaydn.
“Impatient about tanning?” the male asked as he watched her check her arm. She wasn’t going to tan that quickly unless she had some sort of super tanning abilities. He knew most people didn’t tan that quickly and it usually took an hour or a little longer to at least gain a little bit of color… But Trevor? N. He didn’t tan a bit no matter how long he was outside in the sun. He just turned red as a lobster and then once the burn healed he was back to his plain old white skin. He wasn’t honestly bothered by it, for he’d been told color would be weird on him, but it was weird that he couldn’t tan even the smallest bit. Everyone else in his family had a real nice skin that allowed them to tan with ease and whenever they had gone on vacation he was the oddly pale one of the group. Yes, people have asked him if he’s even human, and he is. All human, nothing weird about him… OK, so that was a flat out lie. He was very weird, but he wasn’t a vampire.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 19, 2008 13:57:48 GMT -5
"Yeah. In one of those moods where nothing happens fast enough," she answered. She looked around and saw that there were just a couple of other people out there. "Where is everyone ? It seems like there should be more people out here." She looked at him and widened her eyes. "Are they all at the bottom of the pool ?" she asked in mock horror. She did things like this to strangers all the time. Once she ran out of a zoo screaming at the top of her lungs about how the animals were all loose just because someone said she wouldn't do it. She had felt bad about it when an old lady freaked out.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 19, 2008 14:07:35 GMT -5
“Ahh, I know what you mean… I hate those days.” He said with a soft chuckle as he watched her look around and then listened as she asked where all the people were. He smirked slightly as she widened her eyes and asked in a mocking, horrified tone if all the people were at the bottom of the pool. The smirk across his face was slightly playful, but if someone didn’t know what they were speaking of, then they might think he was serious when he spoke… That would be pretty bad if someone thought he was serious.
“Is it that obvious they I hid them down there? – Damn. I should move them…” he asked and then spoke after, dropping his tones to a bit of a softer, but a more mysterious sounding voice. He used to be able to throw his voice like a ventriloquist, but he wasn’t able to anymore because he was out of practice. He just couldn’t keep his lips still enough anymore to make it convincing. If someone wasn’t looking at him he could do it, but if they watched him they’d be able to see his lips moving and know right off the bat that he was the one making the second voice. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he wasn’t able to hold that mysterious smirk. He could hold it forever when he was really being weird, but right now that was just a burst of weirdness to match hers. Trevor had been in a good mood a lot lately, and he'd been meeting a lot of people. that was pretty cool. because usually he was in a bad mood and he wasn't the best of people to be around when he was pissed off.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 19, 2008 14:19:50 GMT -5
"You probably should," she agreed in a completly serious tone. "Need some help ? I've still got the wheelbarrow I used to move the gym teacher, " she added. Nice thought really. She hated that guy. He always used her as an example. She had been the one to try out the new rope, attempt to make the hurdle, and navagate the obstical course. Just because she had made a few comments about him always scheduling the fire alarm drills when the baseball team was in the showers. Some people were so sensitive. "Did I really just tell you that ? Oh well, looks like I'll have to kill you," she said.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 19, 2008 14:35:32 GMT -5
"Hmm, nah. They'd been down here too long. If we move each separately we'll have body parts all over... and I don't want anyone touching my work..." he spoke in very serious tones, a slightly blank expression coming across his face, but his eyes still hinted at the joking words. That thought of being really serious though could freak someone out. He was good at that kind of stuff. He contained his laugh as she spoke of using it for her gym teacher. He'd loved his teacher, the man had been hot as hell, but he was straighter then something really straight. The man had a great body, but there was nothing Trevor could have done about his preference. The man had been great as a teacher, and he'd never forget Mr. Peters.
His blank expression was then tainted by the former smirk that had lurked upon his lips. He watched her quietly as she spoke. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "I'd like to see you try..." the smirk remained upon his lips, and he pushed away from the wall a bit, pulling his figure backwards to disappear beneath the water again. He swam to the other side of the pool, and popped up to catch a short breath before swimming back to where he'd been before. He was great when it came to swimming, but he'd never been on a swim team before. He was too involved with art, and computers to actually care about joining a sport. He had been in cross country for hurdles and pole vaulting, but that was a while ago. If he remembered correctly, that had been during sophomore and junior year. He’d been able to graduate early because of his weighted classes, so he didn’t even have to go senior year, but he went anyway to take extra art classes and a science class.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 19, 2008 14:44:57 GMT -5
She watched him swim to the other wall and back. He wa a greally great swimmer. She was just average, but then again she didn't spend that much time in the water. In her family it wasn't the safest place to be. She was the baby of the family and had been sort of adopted by everyone after her parent's accident. Unfortunatly, she was also the only girl. Pool time usually meant getting dunked, pushed into the pool, splashed, and of course their favorite, dragging her out of the house and throwing her in right before she went off to the mall. Looking around and seeing a few more people she decieded to drop the murder subject. "So what school are you from ?"
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 19, 2008 14:56:12 GMT -5
He practically lived in water. When he was younger he used to go 'scuba diving' in the bath tub and it used to take him hours before he actually finished with his baths... He was a small child and fit pretty well in the large bath tub. But it was horrifying when it came time for him to actually learn how to swim in places other then the bathtub. He was literally thrown into a lake and told to swim or drown one morning when they went out on his grandfather's boat. He learned how to swim pretty dark fast, but after that he was terrified of going on boats and every time he did he strapped himself to a seat and didn't move. That was quite amazing for being the very energetic and annoying child that he was. That he actually forced himself to stay sitting for the hours that the men would go out on the lake.
"South Bend High, Wisconsin." the male said plainly. "A rather dull town if you ask me, but before I lived there I lived in Italy. I wish I wouldn't have moved Wisconsin but I was four and couldn't control my parent’s wishes." he said with a soft laugh. He liked America, but Italy was really nice. He missed the place dearly and returned there almost every summer. He didn't know if he would anymore though... He treaded the water calmly as he watched a few more people get in at the other end. A girl shrieked and said the water was cold. He laugh smirked slightly and looked back to Jaydn. "What about you?"
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 19, 2008 15:01:25 GMT -5
"Rose City, Virginia. I'm from California, but I moved there to live with my aunt." she said. It wasn't a terrible high school. It was just average. You had your jocks, preps, emos, punks, sluts, wannabes, and outcasts. She was sort of inbetween. She had a few friends everywhere, it was the cool part of having a smaller high school. "So why are you here ?" she asked.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 19, 2008 15:22:53 GMT -5
"Ahh, sounds cool. I have always wanted to go to California. It seems like an awesome place, and they had Alcatraz prison out there too. I wanna go there." he said with an amused laugh. He had wanted to go there since he first heard about it. He thought it would be a really cool place to go but his mother and father always said it would be too long of a trip, and he always argued that they moved from Italy to here... They never had a retort for that one, but they still never got to go. Then his family broke into pieces and all hell broke loose. He didn't have a picture perfect family, and wished things had turned out better then the way they had... He really liked the good times of hanging with his dad, but now that could never be replaced.
Her next question caught him off guard and for a moment he was just really quiet. "Uh-- here with school. There's a bunch of great, umm, art stuff going on." Way to go stupid... you can't lie for shit sometimes... he internally cursed himself for sounding so idiotic. He knew no one would ever really question him on why he was here... no one could possibly know that he killed his father... No one would be able to know that unless they were people from back home that followed him here. He hadn't intended to come here with school, but it was the easy way out. He knew that none of his friends were really involved with school so none of them came... Dark brown eyes fell to the surface of the water, trying to calm his buzzing mind. Every time someone asked him why he was here that thought came to him, but he needed to stop that.
He'd probably drawn her curiosity out a lot, because he went from very calm and easy going to all like worried and tense. Good job, Trevor. Stupid ass. still he swore inwardly at himself for being so vulnerable. He didn't know why he thought about it, because it wasn't possible for someone to know...
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