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Haldan was at home, seated on the couch in the family room, his little sister slouched in next to him, and his aunt lying back in the recliner. The TV was on, but it wasn't blaring. Haldan watched the screen as it flickered, a blank expression rested on his face. His eyes were gray looking, his vision blurry and focused on absolutely nothing. He felt like he hadn't blinked for three days. His arms were folded across his chest as he sank into the sofa. He felt something touch his arm, but didn't move. Again, something nudged his arm, only harder. This time he blinked a few times and turned his head to see what it was, just to find his sister. She asked him what was wrong because he had a strange, distant look in his eyes. He cleared his throat, swallowed, and told her he was fine and that he just needed get some fresh air.

After telling his aunt that he was going out for a while, he walked down the hallway to his bedroom to grab his camera and a sketch pad and pencil. Then he left the house, yelling 'goodbye' to Trish and Emma, grabbing the car keys on his way out the door, shutting the door behind him. He jogged down the steps and over to the car that sat parked on the driveway, and after unlocking the doors, yanked on the handle and pulled the door open and hopped in to the driver's seat. He shoved the key in the ignition, twisting it, hearing the engine of the Aunt Trisha's old bonneville start up. He reached for up over his shoulder for the seatbelt, grabbed it, and strapped himself in. He turned the volume up on the radio a little before switching the car into reverse, looked behind him, one hand on the wheel and the other rested on the passenger seat, as he let off the brakes and backed out of the driveway and out onto the street. He didn't exactly know where it was he was going yet, but for now he just planned on taking a drive around Valkyrie.

Haldan tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel as he sat waiting at a stoplight. He hummed a little to the music, although he didn't know the song. It was some station his aunt listened to, so he really didn't recognize any of the songs that had been played so far. But it was pretty catchy, something easy to hum to. When the light finally changed to green, he began moving forward, going straight. After a while, he realized he was heading in the direction of the park. I think I'll stop there, he thought to himself, making sure to make the turn. He parked alongside the sidewalk, cutting the engine. He craned his neck to see the entrance. There weren't too many people there from what he could tell. He didn't mind though. He came to the park often; it was one of his favorite places in Valkyrie. He liked the atmosphere of it. The people, the location, just its look in general. It was a beautiful park to him.

After jumping out of the car and locking the doors, he slung his camera around his neck, shoved his hands into his front pockets and walked toward the park entrance. He had decided to leave his drawing pad, mostly because he was too lazy to carry it along with him. Haldan's favorite part about taking pictures was there didn't have to be a point to the picture. He loved to just snap random pictures and see how they would turn out later. As he walked along down a path, Haldan snapped a few pictures of empty benches, and ones with people sitting on them, of trees, and of the swing set and playground for the younger kids that like to come visit Valkyrie Park. Although he wasn't a little kid anymore, he still liked to go sit upon one of the swings just to sit there and sway back and forth. So that's what he did. There weren't any kids playing today so he didn't mind much about bothering them. Once when he came to swing, there was a small girl with blond pigtails who came and sat down in the spot beside him. She just sat there and stared at him. Haldan found it quite amusing so he glanced over at her and smiled, waving a little. She giggled a happy little giggle and started jabbering away at him—mostly talking nonsense, nothing too important—even stating her name: Rory. She asked him what he was doing, why he had a camera, going off about everything. After he told her that he was taking pictures, she pleaded for him to take her picture, even giving him a puppy dog face. He smiled to himself, remembering that he still had that picture somewhere. He has only seen her once since then.


Comments││ open to anyone : )
Outfit││ here]
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ about 827
Status││ complete!
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3

[Margaret Stanwood]

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Margaret Stanwood
Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could

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----------- IT HAD BEEN A COLD NIGHT when Margaret Stanwood had decided to come to the United States. Her and her brother had graduated and there was nothing in Sevenoaks for them, nothing but the same life they had always lead. A life that was incomplete and hidden from view by Derek's attachment to the Renaissance Fair. Yeah yeah, poke fun all you like but growing up in the orphanage or group home or whatever classifications you want to put on it, in the smallest little village ever! okay so Sevenoaks wasn't the smallest in the world but it was a very small little town with no opportunities especially with a girl of Meg's ambitions. It was a chilly night in spring when she had decided to come her to find her birth parents. She and Derek were in a youth hostel, eighteen years old, and alone. No real futures. And that wasn't enough for her. Renaissance Fair was great practice for her but she wants to be an actress. And they lived no where and Derek was just so content there because it was something he knew and lord forbid him do anything new. Meg knew Derek wasn't really happy in California but he needs to learn to embrace change because it'll pop up again and again. He needed to get out more and away from pure hardcore Rennies. Plus travel is good and damn it he just needs to loosen up and he could see this move was what was best for BOTH of them, not just her. This was not a trip solely for her. It wasn't. It couldn't be.

----------- ONE THING I SHOULD PROBABLY MENTION is that Meg and Derek are twins. Meg, according to their birth records is a few minutes older than Derek and honestly, the way he clings to her for protection, it feels like she's older by much more. They had been given up for adoption as a pair by their parents and were moved to England where their adoptive parents, the Stanwoods lived. They even named them. They were with them for four years and then the Stanwoods died. Meg and Derek were split up. Meg was this beautiful baby girl with raven hair and blue eyes that was adopted almost immediately into a very wealthy family in Sussex while Derek was never adopted again as the awkward boy no one seemed to connect with. Derek was alone and under an abusive guardian who locked him up for most of his life while Meg was little miss popular at a private school. Her adoptive parents never really paid her much attention until she was hitting puberty, But childhood-wise, she got friends and freedom and he was kept alone, always taking the heat for something the other kids did. He was always trying to protect them. He was good person. Meg spent most of her life fighting only for herself. I'm not saying it was easy for her. Afterall, She was adopted for the sole purpose of being the back up wife for the wealthy family's son if he couldn't find one on his own. She was mistreated, especially after they told her.

----------- WHAT SAVED BOTH THEIR LIVES WAS them being sent to the same group home for hard to place kids in SevenOaks. Meg had been pushed too far and told the cops when she was twelve about what her "parents" had let their son do to his "future wife". Derek had been sent when he was eight after the cops found him locked up in a cellar on the bridge of dying from starvation and dehydration. They met there and while he was still the weird kid who spent all his time outside pretending to be a knight, she and him connected. They had no clue who the other was but they were two kids, exact same age, both with blue eyes, pale skin and raven hair. A curious social worker who was employed there did some investigating and found out the truth. All it did was bring the two together. It was the best day of her lives. But when they were eighteen and in that hostel with nothing ahead of them, at least in her eyes, she just looked at their lives and how much they had gone through and how much better it would have been if they had been a whole family and how they could still be a whole family and she had to know. She had to know why they had been so easy for their parents to give up. Why they were put through that and why they had to go through it all alone? She had to know so she told Derek who hated the idea. But she told him she was going. She had to go, with or without him. She knew him well enough to know he was coming along if she left. They were all they had.

----------- SO HERE THEY ARE. SO HERE THEY'VE BEEN and so far Meg had learned that they have a younger sister. Only by a year. Her name was Shay Anderson. It confuses her a bit because why give up her and Derek and then only a year later keep your next kid. But whatever. Meg was disappointed in herself though. She still hadn't told Shay. Nor had she met her father yet. But just knowing he was alive and in the same town as her made her giddy with excitement. She had to know these people. And as an addition bonus, its California! land of dreams for an aspiring actress. There's even a Renaissance Fair for Derek to feel more comfortable. She was certain it would all work out fine. And for the best. Sure they were still alone and poor. Sure they still spent time at the Renaissance fair but things would change. They had to. This wasn't a mistake and god just listen to her. It's like she has to repeat herself in order to convince herself its true.

----------- MEG WAS SITTING IN VALKYRIE PARK. She was similar to her brother in the way that outside was where her best thinking took place. She was leaning against a large twisting oak tree that reminded her a bit of home and no, she was not feeling homesick. She couldn't. This was her land of dreams and her idea. She would make this place her home and Derek would be there with her and everything will be fine. She will protect him. He will be fine. Meg outstretched both legs, crossing one over the other at the knees and leaned her head back against the bark. She had her hair down meaning it was long and would probably get a bit messy from the tree trunk but she wasn't thinking about that now. No, she was thinking about the day. And how tomorrow was a new one.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; haldn
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'human' by the killers
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; kind of short but yay, glad to get meg muse out
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[Haldan Gregory]

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Haldan began to miss his little buddy, wondering where she might be these days. The last time he saw her was sometime last summer so she could've moved since then, but you could never be too sure, right? He heaved a sigh and glanced around the park a few times, still clutching his camera with one hand. Every now and then a runner went by on the walking path and he'd occasionally snap a picture or two, whatever he happened to get. He knew he would probably end up deleting most of them anyways after they were uploaded onto his computer photo program thing, but he figured it couldn't hurt to just take a bunch of random pics. Especially since he always had a fun time flipping through what turned out on the other end. Just like that picture of little Rory.

After a few minutes, he realized he had lost himself for a moment, caught up in his bundle of thoughts swirling all throughout his brain. He was thankful that he could had a creative mind, but then again, he hated it because it could keep him up for hours on end some nights, especially when he was exhausted and desperately needed sleep so he could wake up in the morning. Those were the nights he usually ended up sleeping till noon or so, or went into school a little bit later.

He shook himself a few times, attempting to get himself out of his head. He seemed to get stuck in it quite a bit these days. It was like he could not stop from thinking, his brain was constantly working. Sometimes he wished that he could just take one minute to just forget about everything going on and relax. Stop. Sleep for days. Breathe. But it just wasn't in him to go through with anything like that. He couldn't even make himself if he wanted to. So of course it was pointless to even think about doing it, and yes, he knew this, but he could at least wish and wonder about what it would be like to do it.

Once he finally brought himself back to the park, he looked around and noticed a girl sitting up against a tree. He didn't find her familiar, but how her dark, raven hair contrasted with her pale skin. It caught his attention, puzzled him almost. It was like she looked unreal, more like a dream or a character made from a story book. He tilted his head and frowned a little. Then, he snapped a picture of her, just to remind himself that he had really seen her, that she was really there and he wasn't losing it. When he was about to lean back, he forgot that he was sitting on a swing and swings don't have back rests, so instead of relaxing back, he fell completely out of the seat onto the ground of dirt and some grass. He was a little winded from the short yet painful fall, but figured he was still alive if he was breathing. Instead of getting up off the ground like he could've though, he just laid there and stared at the blue sky. He knew that he probably looked like an idiot, but he figured it didn't matter all that much since he most likely looked dumb sitting on the swings all by his lonesome. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, holding his breath for a millisecond before letting it all out.

After opening his eyes, he slipping his camera off from around his neck, setting it beside him and then bringing his arms up behind his head. Well, I wanted to relax, this is probably as close as it's going to get, right? Sure it wasn't exactly what he wanted, but you can always get what you want.

Comments││ sorry it's kinda short : ( should get better
Tagged││ margaret
Outfit││ here
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ like 640?!
Status││ complete!
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3

[Margaret Stanwood]

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Margaret Stanwood
Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could

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----------- MEG IS A RATHER COMPLICATED PERSON. On one hand she likes to take the moral high ground and yet what she doesn't realize is how selfish she is. She wants to be an actress. She is determined to the point of being accidently uncaring, inconsiderate and manipulative. She's never one to waste a day. If she's not working rein fair she wants to go out and explore, do something. And she'll bring you along for it too. She's vivacious and fun and never seems to fear living life, which is probably her greatest performance ever. Why do I say performance? Easy. She's terrified of life. To Meg, family is important. Whether it be blood or deep friendship. She grew her first few years with a loving family to have it ripped from her to go to home where she spent her time longing for attention from those she considered family but were really her prison guards. And yet, after being reunited with Derek she realized family was all she wanted. And that's why it's so important for her to meet their birth parents. Her and Derek are very close. They do the Rein Fair together, they do most everything together and she is the protector. Derek gets teased a bit and she brings out the claws. She's untrusting in general but when it comes to Derek, don't even bother. She's the lioness for that boy. She's convinced he needs her to be like this, so is he for that matter.

----------- MEG SAYS SHE WANTS WHAT'S BEST FOR Derek but than babies him. The truth is she would be lost without him to protect. When you meet the twins it seems like Derek is dependent on Meg who's the strong one but truth is, Meg needs him just as much, if not more. She feels strong when protecting him and forgets or doesn't realize that he protected himself before she and him were reunited and survived. He thinks he needs her as a crutch but he doesn't. She needs him. Meg's so angry at herself for being so scared and weak willed when she was younger that to feel strong, she needs him to be weak and need her. That's also a driving force in why she gets so determined and ambitious. She lived for an entire year completely under the thumb of a deranged father figure being threatened and so scared that she didn't tell anyone about the Hickhams plans for her. She basically gave them permission to let their 17 year old boy force himself on her, or at least that's the way she sees it. It was her fault because she was weak. So no longer is she weak. She wants something she goes for it, someone she loves gets hurt, she protects even when she shouldn't. It's the best she can do without feeling pathetic.

----------- LIFE JUST DIDN'T LIKE TO BE SIMPLE DID IT? Meg rolled her eyes as her mind swam through it's own memories of Seven Oaks and what she should do with her life. You know, if she was conscious of how her actions made others feel, which she usually doesn't until afterwards, she wouldn't do it. She has a warm heart and always the best intentions but you know what they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But they need to call her out on it because seriously, she's so focused on whatever her goal is that she can't notice it. Some one needs to slap her and go "HEY, you're being a bitch!" in order for her to get it. She'll then get a wave of guilt, hang her head and make her way to whomever and apologize sincerely. She wants to do wants to do what's right. She does. She jut can't see past her own ambitions. Maybe more life experience will allow her to grow and be a bit wiser. Of course, with the soon arrival in her life of an arrogant teeny bopper movie star, we have a feeling her path may fall down even further but that's getting ahead of ourselves. For now she is still in the park, blissfully unaware of how downhill her life, her relations, and even her health with get in the future.

----------- SHE LOOKED AROUND THE PARK BRIEFLY, squinting her eyes slightly against the small breeze blowing. She glanced back down at her fidgeting hands when out of the corner of her eye she saw a camera and a boy holding it pointed towards her. She turned to look at him when she saw him walking off, sitting onto the swings. She raised an eyebrow out of curiosity and pulled herself onto her feet before walking towards him as he fell back onto the ground. She suppressed a small laugh. What? he wasn't hurt, clearly. She walked closer and leaned over looking over him, "Last time i checked, I wasn't famous yet, So mind explaining your paparazzi act to me?" She asked the relaxing boy who had the same camera resting next to him. Her british accent ringing through.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; haldan
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'human' by the killers
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; a bit shitty, muse was being sketchy
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[Haldan Gregory]

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When he snuck a glance at the girl with raven hair again, she seemed to look a bit lost in her own thoughts, deeply. Seeing this made the side of his mouth curve up into a half-smile, because it reminded him of himself. This young boy got lost in the spiraling depths of his mind almost daily. Actually, it was practically 24/7 that his mind took control of his thoughts. Suddenly he remembered that Trish, his aunt, would probably be wondering where he ran off to since he didn't exactly tell her, or his sister. Not that he could have; he had no idea where he was going until he left his house. He sighed. And then he was stupid enough to forget his phone, remembering that it was most likely still sitting on the night stand by his bed side. The device might not have been very useful because, Haldan figured, it was probably dead anyways. But, now with no way of contacting him, he knew that his aunt, and especially his younger sister, would worry. His aunt Trisha though was not one to be a big, frazzled worry-wart, so she could hopefully keep his sister in line.

Great. Yet, he didn't feel like moving. Not even a centimeter. And centimeters are very small. He had the chance of relaxing for a few minutes and he didn't want the moment to slip away from his grasp. He took his camera in hand, turning it on. Pointing it towards the sunny, blue sky that was beginning to fill with a couple little fluffy, white clouds here and there, he snapped several pictures. He even managed to get a lucky image as a pretty bird flew within his shot, and he clicked the picture at just the right time. He smiled, leaving the camera in front of his face for a miniscule moment. It seemed to be so quiet and peaceful out here in the park. Maybe he should come at this time of day more often; then the noisy little kids that always showed up whenever he took a visit to the park wouldn't bother him. It wasn't that he didn't like children, they could be quite fun sometimes, but they could get annoying, coming up to you and asking never-ending questions that, really, had absolutely no point to them whatsoever.

Haldan blinked a couple of times as he adjusted to the light streaming off from the sun beaming down on him as he slid the camera away from his face. He noticed that it had gotten slightly darker, as he was suddenly shaded from the sun. It was then that he realized that the girl who had originally been seated at the roots of a large oak tree was now standing, leaning over him. His eyes widened a little for a second before a smile hit his face, and he he waved.

She was british, he could tell that much once she responded with a strong accent showing through. So she had noticed him as for that brief minute it took him to snap the picture of the girl. "Um..." Haldan was stumped. What do you say to that? "Well, you don't have to worry, I'm not with any paparazzi... that I know of," he began, attempting to explain himself so he didn't seem like a stalker/idiot/tard. He sat up a little, resting on his elbow, raising the camera as he spoke. "I am into photography and I was just taking some random pictures like I always do and I thought you had a unique, surreal, and yet, beautiful look." He hoped she trusted he was being honest. He looked at her innocently. "But if you're mad or whatever, I can delete the picture If you really want me to. Promise," he told her in all seriousness. She didn't look angry or sound like she was, or so he hoped. He studied her while he awaited a response from her. Her raven, black hair, her icy blue eyes that were much like his own, and her almost translucent skin. She definitely had a unique look. "So, you say you're not famous yet. You aspiring to be an actress or something?" he asked her, curious. "Oh, and you can call me Haldan," he said, introducing himself.

Comments││ apologies, very rambly
Tagged││ margaret
Outfit││ here
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ 714
Status││ COMPLETE!
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3

[Margaret Stanwood]

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Margaret Stanwood
Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could

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----------- MARGARET WAS GOING TO BE AN ACTRESS ONE DAY, PROFESSIONALLY. She already considered herself one. But she didn't want to just be the teeny-bopper type. She wanted to amaze people and win an academy for a period movie. She loved the idea of being in Period films. Perhaps that was why she enjoyed working at the Renaissance fair so much. Derek enjoyed it because he was a history buff and he loved the adventure and chivalry that surrounded that time period. Meg enjoyed the performance aspect more. And when she took part in actual plays and things, she also enjoyed the applause. Call it shallow or whatever but when you are standing on that stage and you just put your heart and soul into a performance, feeling the appreciation from the crowd is just... so satisfying. People like doing things they are good at, its natural. And if you love something, it's natural to love hearing that you are talented at it. And god she loved it. The lights, the costumes, the glamour, the adventure in it... What other job in the world do you get to be a pirate one day and a princess the next? What other career can you fly on the back of a dragon one month, and take down a government conspiracy the next? Oh right, there isn't one. And of course, she was not so method as to actually treat it like she was the drug addict or common wench. She knew the dangers of method acting. There was a woman who I am forgetting the name of at the moment, but she played a character on a sitcom for years and years. She was a method actress and now she can't break from the role. She has convinced herself that she is her character. Its not the best form for performing.

----------- YOU KNOW ON THE SET OF MARATHON MAN, DUSTIN HOFFMAN'S character was supposed to have been up all day and being tortured, so to prepare, Dustin decided not to sleep for two days straight and run all night. In between some of the filming Laurence Olivier walked over to him and told him he looked horrible and asked what was wrong. After Dustin explained his preparation tactics, Laurence put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Dustin, there's a thing we do here to get the scene right without killing ourselves, it's called acting." Meg always smiled at that, primarily because she knew method acting led to come scary things and secondly because Laurence Olivier was a god. He was probably her favorite actor of all time, along with a smattering of others that she had just fallen in love with. Spencer Tracy was one of them men she loved. Sidney Poitier was a god, a sexy one. Katharine Hepburn had to be her idol. God, that woman was so strong, and proud. She was a modern woman stuck in the sixties and fifties. She was beautiful, elegant, and classy with a steely toughness and independence to her that many woman tried and failed to achieve. Now, Meg enjoyed watching her daughter, Audrey Hepburn. Audrey was adorable and had her mother's beauty but when it came to true individuality and uniqueness of the time, Katharine was it, hands down.

----------- AND WE SHOULD GET OFF THIS BECAUSE I AM TELLING YOU Meg's mind could go on about the icons of the day for about forever. She wanted to be like them so badly. She wanted to transcend the generations by being immortalized and revered on the silver screen. She wanted to matter to someone, anyone. Be able to take them out of their grim world for just an hour and half, like films did for her. "Well, you don't have to worry, I'm not with any paparazzi... that I know of," Meg smirked slightly and shrugged, "Well darn." She replied sarcastically. She wasn't actually disappointed because she knew he wasn't paparazzi. If he actually had been she wouldn't have minded though, she just would have been very confused why people were snapping shots of her. "I am into photography and I was just taking some random pictures like I always do and I thought you had a unique, surreal, and yet, beautiful look." Meg smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow at that last part. "Well I do try." She added with a shrug. Here's the thing, Meg is one of those girls that has sort of always been told she was beautiful, by everyone really. The only reason she was adopted was because the family thought the little blue eyed girl would grow up to be attractive enough to marry their sleazy son... yeah, long story. She was always popular at schools. At the shelter in Seven Oaks, she became an instant hit because the boys thought she was pretty. She never had many girl friends though. And it was annoying because when it was discovered that she and Derek were twins, all the kids thought it was crazy because Meg was gorgeous and Derek's an awkward loser. They said it all the time.

----------- MEG DIDN'T SEE IT LIKE THAT. DEREK HAD THE CHEEKBONES from heaven. Seriously, God sculpted them by hand. His blue eyes were a bit more saturated while her's were paler. She was just paler in most aspects. Some told her she had such pretty porcelain skin but all she saw was paleness. And she hated being called Snow White, which had happened a lot. And she will give people that she does sort of look the way snow white is always described, white white skin, raven hair, red lips, etc. But it was annoying because Snow White had to be her least favorite Disney movie. Meg also hated her own jaw. It was wider and manly and gross and yeah, she got self conscious most of the time if not all of it, but that didn't change what other's said. "But if you're mad or whatever, I can delete the picture If you really want me to. Promise," Meg smiled and laughed slightly, "Are you joking?" She asked, standing back up straight, "Keep calling me beautiful and you can take as many as you want." she added as she bent her knees and sat down on the ground next to him. "So, you say you're not famous yet. You aspiring to be an actress or something? Oh, and you can call me Haldan," Meg smiled and nodded, "Margaret but most call me Meg." She replied before adding, "And yes, I am. I plan to be a star on the silver screen in the next five years."

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; haldan
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'human' by the killers
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; shitty but yay, meg's so easy for me to play I love it
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When it came to people, words to describe Haldan would not be shy, timid, meek, or socially awkward, and especially not antisocial. He was very confident and definitely not afraid to talk to anyone, although it's a little bumpy for him on some tough-to-share subjects of his past. Those pieces of his life take him a bit longer to talk about, depending on the relationship with the person, but still not very many people know and he would rather have it that way actually. Which is strange because you'd think that eventually if you felt comfortable enough to spill sensitive memories of your past to someone, you would for that sympathy, or empathy. Sympathy is not what he wants though—he actually hates when people feel bad for him because it's the same story every single time, and after his parents' funeral, he was sick of everyone's sympathy. Empathy, on the other hand, is different. He believes that in his case, he wouldn't receive much of it because it's a hard subject to relate to fully.

Lately, Haldan had been acting rather tense. Tense about his sister, who is sixteen and is being welcomed into the world of hormone-crazed teenage boys (he knew, he was one of them), who is driving now, who has been sensitive around touchy subjects and also very clingy recently. As her older brother, the two of them without their parents, he feels that he is responsible for everything that has to do with her. He admits he can be a bit too overprotective a lot of the time, but that's what big brothers are for. If he lost her though, he had no idea what he would ever do because he needed her as much as she needed him, possibly even more.

He was also a bit worried about his aunt Trisha. Haldan was super thankful for her though, she took the two children in when they had no one else. The eighteen-year-old boy could not even begin to wonder what he would've done without his amazing auntie. She did so much for him and his sister, Emma. If Haldan didn't have her, he didn't know how he would have turned out; if he would have ended up okay. Aunt Trish has helped him and guided him through so many problems, situations, etc to get him to where he was now: a senior in high school who has the ability to make friends easily, does not get himself into bad situations, etc. And now, she is repeating the whole process with his younger sister.

Then with all those thoughts running through his brain, it forced him to wonder: what would he be like if he didn't have Trisha? A kid without either of his parents, he probably would've been put in an orphanage or foster home. Would he have lost all self-confidence? Maybe he would be super shy, only having a few friends. He really, honestly didn't know how different his life would've been like, but after contemplating over all the ideas, he realized he didn't want to know. All he wanted to know was his life right now, and his sister's and just... Now. He didn't know how to explain it any deeper.

He almost chuckled, a grin appeared on his face. She almost seemed disappointed that he wasn't with any paparazzi. "Well darn," she had said, sarcastically. He watched as she raised an eyebrow at his last comment. He mimicked her after she added, "Well I do try." She didn't seem too surprised to hear about how beautiful she was. He didn't doubt that she heard that a lot. I mean, there was no denying she was gorgeous, whether she agreed with it or not. He didn't know what to say to that exactly, so he just held that smile on his face, glancing down, up, and all around.

Haldan blushed slightly, laughing a little when she asked if he was joking, and how, "if he kept calling her beautiful he could take as many as he wanted." Again he was at a loss for words, which didn't happen to him quite often. "Um, o-okay," he replied, stuttering as he said 'okay.' Was there anything else you could say to that? Probably, but only things he thought of as rude. She bent down and took a seat next to him. He was still propped up on his elbows, which he had forgotten and could now feel the sharp pain and numbness shooting through his arms into his elbows. He lifted himself up off his elbows, bringing himself to her level. He dropped his camera in his lap and stretched his arms out for a second. "Margaret but most call me Meg." "Meg," he repeated, mostly to help himself as to not forget her name, because he tended to do that a lot. A star on the silver screen... he thought, the words still fresh in his mind. "Wow, I'm impressed. Some pretty big dreams, but everyone has to have some sort of goal to aim for to keep them going, right?"

Comments││ yes i finally found enough muse to finish this.... and i promise they'll get better
Tagged││ margaret
Outfit││ here
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ 843
Status││ FINALLY FINISHED!
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3