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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 4, 2006 19:27:17 GMT -6
Her brown locks hugged her cheeks as she strolled. A flat and almost dead looking messenger bag bounded against her hips as they swayed. They were bare hips, since she wasn't wearing her pants today, and since she was wearing her tank-top without her jacket.
"Smile, death." She didn't even smile as the angelic voice echoed with the ghosts, disappeared like the souls amongst these tombs.
"You've been caught." The shutter on her camera clicked on a large statue looking stone, "On camera!"
She took her camera down, looked through the picture and shook her head. Oh, the lighting was just terrible! Her brown eyes glowered out at the sunlight, daring it to move anymore as she turned to find something better to capture for eternity. There were pretty little flowers, pretty little graves, but nothing too exciting according to the girl whom stood amongst them.
Her milk-white face jerked in a hungry fashion, seeking silently as the emerald orbs searched for the right pose and the right picture. Nothing...Absolutely nothing.
Her toes danced amongst the rocks as she passed behind gravestone after gravestone, the stockings that hugged her thighs and legs sliding her down the invisible path between the feet and the heads of the many lying corpse of the world.
The sun cast it's rays upon her face, shining the tiny compexion with extrodinary extravagence.
"take a picture of yourself." She offered mutely, "No! I'm not a camera whore!"
This time, she believed to have gotten an answer back from the world outside her mind, but soon came to realize it was a mere echoe on her part.
She pursed her pale lips and her cheeks instantly flushed.
Atleast no one ever came to the grave-yard...or someone would've heard. Haha! |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 20:47:02 GMT -6
"I will say, it fits you." Spencer had his hands in his pockets, teasing a cellphone in which he'd been expecting to ring all morning.
His shirt was open, showing off a masculine body uncovered by his usual wife-beater shirt.
He put a bang away behind an ear, eyeing Anna with gentle blue eyes, ones that begged for her attention.
"Being out here...In a cemetary." His eyes flickered up her form, a smile still on his lips. A grin of jack-asses.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 5, 2006 21:08:25 GMT -6
"What are you doing here?!" Her voice echoed in the grim atmosphere as she turned, almost throwing herself off balance in her fury.
"You know I don't like you, yet you insist on coming over here!" She turned back around, flipped her camera to fix the lense.
She despised that man, despised him with every little gold lock that she could cut off! She wanted to rip his face off ten times more than when she had even first seen him!
UGH!!
She mouthed the words, 'Why do you hate me?' |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 21:16:58 GMT -6
And Just as she had done, he asked, "Why do you hate me?"
He followed, put a hand on her thin shoulder.
"I've never done anything to you, and you know it!" He froze and closed his eyes, "I haven't done anything to you in the past few days!"
He forced her to turn and face him, smiling at her with his flirty little ways.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 5, 2006 21:20:58 GMT -6
She turned and glared up at him, her teeth bitten into her bottom lip as her hand raised with the camera.
A quick blinding flash, and she dashed out of his grasp, climbed onto the jesus statue she was having such hard time getting a picture of.
"I call it; The Perfect Jack Ass!" She snarled and spat at the ground, "Get out of my sight! The next time you even /dream/ of talking to me, you better have a will to go with it! God knows the next time you even look at me, it will be your death wish!" |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 21:31:56 GMT -6
"What are you so jealous of me that you make these tiny and unhurting death threats?!" He folded his arms, the smirk still there.
"Or are you just angry that I found something better than you? Wasn't a hard thing to do, though, trust me. And to think. You could have money and a sweetheart at your side. But no!" He laughed, his torso swaying back and forth as he paced, "You had to do what you did and run away like a little girl who just lost her sucker!"
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 5, 2006 21:35:18 GMT -6
"Jealous?" She said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear, "Is that what they call it now? I could have sworn it was called HATE! Me? Jealous?! Ha! I pity the girls you've been after, I do, I really do! And you? A sweetheart?! Unlikely! Asking so sweetly for me to crawl in your sheets on our first hour even knowing each other and you...UGH! You're such a SLUTT!"
She slid down the statue, let her camera swing in her hands, "And a minute insult is calling someone Jealous when they're being the assholes in the situation!!!!!!!!" |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 5, 2006 21:47:33 GMT -6
"I don't have time to hear your little insults!" He snarled, "I've got better things to do. Have fun with yourself, Bitch..."
He didn't even do anything and how could she blame him for something he did when he was drunk? A simple question! And then she hit him with a cup of beer! GAW!! She deserved what he had called her, but she wasn't worthy of any more of his time! She wasn't even worthy to hear him say that too!
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Post by faith on Nov 6, 2006 17:23:53 GMT -6
Ashhley stood next to a tomb stone which read;
Jimmy Adams
Beloved Father and Husband
1965-2004
R.I.P
It was in fact her fathers. A small stream of tears started to stream down her face.
"I love you daddy" she solomly said as she rubbed the tomb stone."Its really nice to talk to you, I mean it seems like its been forever scince I last came here, its juust mom is struggling right now and I really think she is gonna blow!" Ashley said as if her father was really there.
"She met a new guy, I dont know his name but he is the fourth guy that she said she loves this week, she barley has time for me now considering her jod and her boyfriends, I just wish you were here so I had someone to talk to" Ashley said hoping for a reply but had no succes.
"T-thanks for letting me vent on you daddy," she said with a smile as she wiped away some of the tears.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 6, 2006 18:35:13 GMT -6
"Walk away Spencer! It's all you were ever good at!" She snarled in hate, turned viciously towards a crying girl, and felt every bit of anger dribble away. A broken damn that only left the eroded rocks of sympathy and a sudden feeling of lost.
"Hi..." Anna strolled forward, linked her fingers infront of her, and stared at the girl weeping.
"I'm...Anna Marie. I'm-I'm sorry if our little...fight disturbed anything?" SHe looked at her camera, looked at the girl, "Do you mind?" |
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Post by faith on Nov 6, 2006 19:09:32 GMT -6
Ashley looked up and wiped her flowing tears, "Oh no, you didn't interrupt, I was to busy... talking to notice" She smiled and laughed.
"My name is Ashley its a pleasure to meet you" Ashley pushed her hair out of her eyes so she could get a better view "I'm sorry if this sounds nosy because I only want to help, but um.. what was that fight about?" Ashley's true intentions were to help and she hoped that she came off that way instaed of comming off as a nosy bixcht.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 6, 2006 19:15:12 GMT -6
"Oh, that loser?" She scoffed, kicked a socked toe into the dirt, "He's such a low-life, sometimes I forget why I despise him so."
She shrugged, holding her camera up a little higher. If she were to request a photo, than she'd better get the reason why the girl was crying? As to better get a nice bit more of inspiration.
"Why do you cry so?" She asked finally after letting a pause lengthen. |
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Post by faith on Nov 6, 2006 19:40:51 GMT -6
"Oh, you see my father died of a heart attack two years ago, and I loved him sooo dearly, he was like my best friend, you know what I mean?" Ashley looked down at the tomb.
"I know you want to take a picture" Ashley said looking down "where do you want me, or do you want me to just carry on with my conversation with my dad while you take pictures?" Ashley asked, then looked back up at the girl.
"I am also a lover of photography" She said with a smile!
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 6, 2006 19:44:42 GMT -6
"Act natural." She smiled and knelt down on both knee's, "Don't look at me, though, stare down if you wish, Just not at me."
She paused for a moment to wait and see what pose she would take to her liking, and steadied her camera gently.
"I'll photoshop it, ofcourse, so any thing that sets the picture off will be gone with a snap of my wrist!" She laughed barely at this.
"Atleast you knew your father." Anna smiled to herself, letting that random piece slip before they got off onto a differant subject. |
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Post by faith on Nov 6, 2006 19:55:46 GMT -6
Ashley went back to talking with her father and acted as if the girl wasnt there. The air was cold so she decided to sit down and lean her head against the tomb touse her "fathers warmth. Surprisingly the tomb was warm.
"I really wish you were still alive so that way I could just run up to you and give you a hug right now, you dont know how hard it is living with mom, I mean the constant abuse is driving me nuts but Im lucky that I have my friends to lean on" Ashley paused as more tears started to flood her eyes.
"You know how she is dad, always taking her anger out on others in ways that are unimaginable! I just dont know why God took you from me, I mean you always stopped her from beating me and you where the only one that I could talk to and you knew how to make me laugh...its just so...so... hard without you" Ashley managed to say.
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