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Post by charlie brown on Apr 2, 2009 21:30:16 GMT -5
 fuck that i'm gonna forget this
saturday in the middle of august
three steps from a sudden death
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California was so fucking sunny. It was almost unbearable to a certain young man who went by the name of Charles Brown. Or more commonly Charlie Brown. It wasn't like he'd grown up in some place particularly cold, or anything, but the heat was getting on his nerves. Well, either the heat or the fact that the girl he had had his eyes set on for some reason he didn't even know hated him for a joke. Girls were so confusing. He would hate them if he didn't love them so much. But in addition to them being the most confusing creatures on earth they also smelled good, and had pretty hair. Of course some guys did too...but Charles really preferred girls. Most of the time.
The young man had been walking around the fucking grounds for about ten minutes. It was proving impossible to find a spot of shade and a wall to leave on. Charlie liked leaning on walls while he smoked his cigarettes, and he liked shade even more. Especially when he was in a bad mood, which he was on this particular day. Not a bad mood, really, but he was depressed. Not "I'm going to kill myself" depressed, more "Give me a cigarette and some scotch" Depressed. Or else that would be him if he drank...but Charlie didn't drink. Ever.
But after ten minutes of scorching hot torture he just decided to smoke his cigarette out in the open. He knew he was probably going to get a sunburn...it was the curse of having red hair. Although if you asked him his hair wasn't read, it was brown...and it kind of was...with a red-ish tinge to it. Pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket he reached into his other one and pulled out a yellow lighter, before pulling out a cigarette from the pack. Flicking the lighter, and holding the end of the cigarette up to the lighter he watched as the smoke began rising, before inhaling it in. It was his worst and favorite habit, it really was.
Sighing sadly he looked at the cigarette. It truly was a nasty habit, one he kind of wanted to kick, but knew he never would. He took a few more drags before dropping the half smoked cigarette onto the ground and stepping on it. He didn't bother to pick the butt up. Running a hand through his hair he let out a loud sigh, and closed his eyes. If it weren't for him and his odd obsession with your mom jokes Emily wouldn't hate him, and he probably wouldn't be completely obsessed with her. Because of course that was the only reason he even liked her...because he knew he could have her.
He then started walking, and decided it would be a good idea to keep his eyes shut. Mostly because he could pretend he was somewhere cold when he did that...even if he could feel beads of sweat forming around his hairline. It was pretty damn obvious what happened next. Being Charles he tripped over his own feet, and fell flat on his face. "Fucking A..." He muttered, using his favorite curse. He didn't even know what the A stood for, really. He then turned over on his back, with his eyes still closed, and just laid there, not even caring what it looked like to the people around him. Fuck them.
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Post by Anelie Moon. on Apr 3, 2009 15:51:25 GMT -5
 i miss the stupid things we'd go to sleep and then ,
you'd wake me up and kick me out of bed at three am .----- Yuck. I hate summer." Pushing her lips together, she sighed through her nose and shook her head, getting the hair from her eyes without actually moving them. Lifting the bottle of Root Beer to her lips, she sucked some of the liquid into her mouth and swallowed, her eyes narrowing against the bright sun. Anelie didn't know what was worse. Being inside with the rest of the bands playing now, the heat of the crowds making it extremely over whelming, or being outside. The temperature was pretty much the same either way.
----- Turning her ipod up, she closed her eyes as she drifted around the outside of the wall, trying to find an edge that was blocking the sun. Stuffing her free hand into her hoody pocket, her other one dangling at her side with her fingers wrapped around the bottle cap, she let out a groan when she realized there was most likely no shade to relax in. Meaning, she was stuck outside. In the sun. Ugh, ew. Sun.
----- Turning a corner, Anelie's head tilted to the side as she slowed to a stop, her converse slightly skidding against the pavement as she stared ahead. There was a person, just . . . aimlessly walking. Looking for shade, too? When he stopped and pulled out a smoke, she raised an eyebrow and tried to see if she knew him. Did she know anyone who smoked? Well, apart from one of her band members, of course. She didn't think she did. So, that meant that whoever this guy was, she didn't know him yet. She was kind of in a grumpy mood because of the heat. Might as well keep it so that they didn't know each other, right?
----- About to turn around after he had stomped out his smoke, she stopped dead short when she saw his eyes close, and his feet trip over nothing. With her eyes a little wide, she did her best to hold back a snicker and moved towards him, wondering if he was fine. As she approached, he rolled over onto his back. Biting her bottom lip, still fighting off laughter, she sucked in a breath through her nose and cleared her throat, letting him know that she was there. "Heh, nice face plant . . ." She wasn't able to hold back a small bit of laughter anymore, and let it flow from her lips gently. Of course, she wasn't laughing at him, in essence. More so about him, then anything.
----- Propping herself against one of the walls, raising one of her legs as she did. Opening the pop bottle, she took another swig and closed her eyes, trying her best to seem like she wasn't being a bitch. Because she wasn't. It had just been one of those things that she had to comment on. If she hadn't, Anelie wouldn't be who she was. "You okay, Mr. Disoriented?"
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Post by charlie brown on Apr 3, 2009 16:11:32 GMT -5
fuck that i'm gonna forget this
saturday in the middle of august
three steps from a sudden death
but the sidewalk is my friend [/i][/font][/size] ________________[/center]
Charles kept his eyes glued shut. He didn't even bother to think about how insane he looked to the people around him. He wasn't really one to care what complete and total strangers thought of him...and if anyone he knew where to walk by they probably would have been able to guess exactly what happened. The young man was forever tripping over things; his shoes laces, his feet, other peoples feet, pebbles on the side of the street. His plan was to lay there until he felt like getting up...which could have been seconds, minutes, or an hour or two. He was thinking it would probably just be seconds, as it was fucking hot out, and baking in the sun didn't sound like a very fun thing to do.
Just as he was about to force himself to stand up he heard a female voice above him. His eyes were still closed, so his first reaction was to tell her to fuck off, or something of the likes. Not that he was usually that rude, but he wasn't really in the mood. He was feeling particularly depressed, and upset, and it was hot out, and he just wanted to jump into some kind of body of water. Even though he couldn't exactly swim. His eyes snapped open, and he turned towards the person standing above him, ready to bite her head off, when he saw that she didn't appear to be trying to be a total douche bag. He could tell, don't ask how, but he could.
As he heard what she said next he knew for a fact that she wasn't just being rude. Sure, she'd called him Mr. Disoriented...whatever that was supposed to mean, but she'd also asked if he was okay. So he just nodded, and stood up in a fluid motion. For a guy who had just tripped over his own limbs he was surprisingly graceful in standing. "I'm fine, thanks." He said, shooting her possibly the fakest smile he'd ever shot anyone. But, fuck, what was there to smile about? It was fucking hot out, he felt like he was gonna pass out, and for some absurd reason he was obsessed with the biggest bitch on earth. And he knew she was a bitch, and yet he still couldn't help but like her. Probably because she wasn't a bitch to anyone but himself.
Brushing the dirt off his pants, then running a hand through his hair and messing it up, he looked back to the girl. Maybe she was nice. He doubted it though...he seemed to mostly attract total douche bags. "I'm Charlie Brown." He said, not really knowing what to say. What do you say to some random chick who walks over to you when you're lying on your back like a criminally insane person?
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Post by Anelie Moon. on Apr 5, 2009 13:30:20 GMT -5
i miss the stupid things we'd go to sleep and then ,
you'd wake me up and kick me out of bed at three am . ----- Watching intently as Charlie brushed himself off and finally stood, Anelie pushed her hair from her eyes and squinted them against the sun. Hearing him say that he was fine, she raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders. He had just done a face plant into the pavement, but if he said he was fine, she wasn't about to argue. Who knew. Maybe this kid was made of steel, or something. The next superman.
----- If you say so. Good thing, though. I'm not good at saving someone's facial features, no matter how cute they are." Funny thing was about that comment, she said it with a straight face. Like she was actually being serious about something. Which, in total, was a huge change from her usual sarcastic comebacks. But the dude looked like he needed a small comment so he wouldn't go home and cry himself to sleep, listening to some sappy emo crap music. And it wasn't like she was lying to him. He did have a cute face. Shouldn't be scrapping it up like that, might scar.
----- Anelie frowned at the fake smile. Her eyebrows pulled together, head tilting to the side. Was he trying to act as if he was really fine, as in, on the inside, as well? It wasn't hard to tell that there was something wrong with him. Not mentally, but emotionally. Heaving out a sigh, she let it slip, not wanting to pry. He was, after all, a stranger. If some guy randomly walked up to her and asked her what was eating at her, she'd most likely give them the finger, stomp on their foot, and walk away.
----- Waving a hand beside her against the wall, hoping he'd take the invitation and relax a bit, she took another sip of her brown pop. It was like an addiction, especially on hot days, or at shows. Sure, water was better, and a lot more useful when your throat was clenching, but it tasted so gross. Well, if you'd consider bleak a taste. Twisting the cap back onto the bottle, she skidded down the wall and dropped, sitting herself down with her legs arching and bent in front of her. The wall was surprisingly cold, and lower to the ground it was a bit easier to hide against the sun, considering the trees' leaves did their job. Even if the shade was almost one-hundred feet away.
----- At mention of his name, Anelie's eyes widened, and she smiled brightly. An actual, joyful smile. Wow, this Charlie kid was really seeing the best of her, wasn't he? "Charlie Brown? Wow." Because she didn't want to be rude, she nodded gently, and bit her tongue about the usual comments he heard from the old television show, Charlie Brown. It had been a cartoon she was obsessed with, but not because of the human characters. "Ugh, Anelie Moon." Smiling again, she reached her hand out for a shake. It was a lazy extend, but hopefully he wouldn't be as lazy as her and actually walk over to shake hands. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Little depressed, but a nice enough guy.
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Post by charlie brown on Apr 5, 2009 13:59:59 GMT -5
fuck that i'm gonna forget this
saturday in the middle of august
three steps from a sudden death
but the sidewalk is my friend [/i][/font][/size] ________________[/center]
He wasn't quite sure if her odd compliment was even that at all. Sure, she'd said he had a cute face, and she had said it whilst wearing the most serious of faces, but it was still a slightly odd compliment, was it not? Oh well, it still made him feel a bit better. A grin took over his face, one much different than his fake smile. This one wasn't forced in the least. "I think my nose broke the fall," He joked, although it was kind of true. His nose did hurt, while the rest of his face felt fine. He wouldn't be surprised, either. His nose was what could only politely be called "big". He liked to call it a jew nose, even though he didn't think he was jewish. He didn't exactly know that he wasn't, however. He'd never asked anyone, and he didn't mind the nose so much. It was interesting, and it didn't look too bad. At least people didn't usually comment on it. He refrained from asking if his face looked too beat up, or pulling out the mirror he had in his pocket to look at it. Didn't want a stranger to think he was some kind of pussy. He liked to make people think (wrongly) that he was a big, strong, manly man. He liked to make himself think the same thing.
Taking the wave of her hand as an invitation to join her he slid down the wall until he was sitting down. Talking to this girl wouldn't be that bad, he didn't think. She seemed cool. Maybe a bit sarcastic, but who wasn't? Okay, maybe Charles wasn't, but that wasn't really his fault. He tried...most just didn't quite understand his feeble attempts. Most of the time he was even stuck laughing at his own jokes. Until you got to know him, of course, then you'd probably start understanding his odd humor a bit more. well, maybe.
Of course having a name like Charlie Brown he was used to the odd looks he got when he said his name. Or even the laughing. But he liked it. That was why he went by Charlie, instead of Charles or Chuck. Well, one of the several reasons. Charles just wasn't him, and Chuck was just...like a beaver or something. A wood chuck? That little tongue twister. Yeah, he just didn't like it. So compared to many reactions her simple wow didn't surprise him in the least. If anything it made him smile a bit. Talking to her was getting Emily off his mind, which was a good thing. There wasn't anything special about her that was distracting him, or anything, it was always just easier for him when he had something to do. And before falling, and being talked to by this female he had been doing nothing. Which was leaving his mind wide open for depressing thoughts about how much the bitch hated him.
"Nice name." he commented, stretching his legs out in front of him. While they were not freakishly long they were also not short. "Interesting last name. Sounds like something someone would give them as a stage name. Then again, I have an aunt with the middle name Star." He was teasing, but it was true. Of course his grandmother had changed her name, but she didn't have to know that. "Nice to meet you." He glanced over at her drink. Would it be rude to ask for some? Probably. For all she knew he had some kind of terrible sickness she could catch. But it looked so good and cold and yummy. "Time for one of my many odd questions. Can I have a drink of that?" he pouted at her, knowing that if she was some germaphobe it probably wouldn't work. His pouts never really did.
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