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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 2, 2012 21:15:31 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together
Kennedy barely caught the words as she flitted inside telling her where Makism would be. Of course he had a car, they were juniors after all. She moved back into the building, moving elegantly through the short hallway before she was back into the dance location. People were still jumping up and down and, after all that quiet outside, the music was loud against her ear drums. She glanced through the throng of people but couldn't make out her sister in all the pulsating bodies. She would have to text her later and tell her where she went. Not that her elder sister would care.
Kennedy flitted to her table where she had left her things, stuffing a corner of the shawl into her hand-bag so that she wouldn't have to hold it. She pulled out her cell-phone as she started heading back out of the dance, pulling down her dress subconsciously with her other hand. Scrolling through the contacts, she picked her sister's number and opened up a new message. "c u @ home. tell ur friend sry 4 me". Kennedy normally typed completely normal in her text messages, but her harried steps to leave and her sister liking brief texts left her with roughly put together messages.
As Kenny pushed herself back outside, she spotted Makism rocking out in his car. Well, car probably wasn't the most accurate term for it. It looked a lot like the safari cars from Jurassic Park. Which sort of worried her for a second, seeing as that movie had given her nightmares when she was little. However, the music blaring through the speakers and Mak's comical movements were enough to dissolve her fears of the moment. She picked her way across the bit of concrete in front of the academy before opening the door and slipping into the passenger side.
Within the car, the music was even louder, but it didn't really bother her. It set her at ease, almost. It wasn't really her type of music, but she felt like Maks was calm and in his element. Which instantly set her at nerves to rest. "So where too?!" she called over the music, feeling a bit deja vu from earlier in their evening. Where ever they might go, it would be a lot better than having to sit at the dance or outside in the cold.
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Post by hound on Dec 3, 2012 21:41:10 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism is a silly beast. He can be, at least. There’s a different creature that comes out to play when he’s completely comfortable around someone or when he’s pretty sure no one is looking. There’s no issue that he sees in sitting and drumming on the steering wheel, head banging away. He’s animate, grinning and brilliant. There’s a light in his eyes as he yells along with the Murphys, grinning as he does it. The Russian man can be a silly beast. Silly right down to the bone.
His mind doesn’t have far to wander. The cold is fogging his windows, the heat just starting to seep into the cavernous interior of the Rover. It’s grand, simply brilliant. Makism doesn’t stop for a moment, doesn’t cease drumming away. His dark hair is wild around his face, obscuring his eyes as he sits and simply geeks out. There’s always going to be something that brings a heart of stone to life—not that Makism is stony in the slightest. It’s something he wants to wrap in his arms and snuggle and hug forever—this feeling. Yes, it feels good.
He could pretend he was cool for as long as he wanted. Well, up until now. It was when he was caught red handed by the young lady that he simply turns, cracking a silly face. "You saw nothing." He manages to shout over the radio before turning it down. Wouldn’t want to blow the poor girl’s ear drums. He has to say, the celto-bostonian-death-punk was something that no one really got used to. It was there to keep even the followers on their toes, take them by surprise. It never ceased to do it to Makism, and he’d been raised on the shit.
"Umm… is there like, a Taco Bell or something around here?" The green eyed boy’s head cocks to the side, trying to think for a moment. It’s clear he’s not from around here, and that puts him at a bit of a disadvantage. It’s something that makes him sigh to himself, wishing that he knew this damn place a little better.
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"Talkin'."
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tag: Kennedy!
outfit: clickie!
notes: Ickyyyy sorry hon.
lyrics: opposite of adults by chiddy bang
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 3, 2012 23:58:07 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together
As the boy responded with the negative, saying that she had not seen anything when she came up to the vehicle. She arched a brow, giving an innocent look in response that practically screamed "saw what?" before cracking a smile as she settled into the car seat. Kennedy settled into the nooks of the jacket that Makism had donned on her earlier, finding refuge in the warmth of that it provided as the vehicle slowly started to heat itself up. The Fire boy turned down the volume of the music, which made it much easier to hear herself think.
He started talking then, asking if there were a Taco Bell or something in Maple Hollow that they could go to. She went over the places she knew there were in the town and shook her head. "There's a Burger King," the Thunder replied, giving a shrug. "And although it's cold, the ice cream parlor is always delicious," she continued, musing over the other possible ideas. She wasn't quite sure what they were going to do, but Kennedy enjoyed the thought that she had quickly made a friend with the fire. Kennedy was, by no means, the easiest person to make friends with. Her friends were far and in between, so she was glad to have Maks fitting in a slot for a new friend.
The Thunder wasn't normally this sociable, she figured. If she hadn't been dragged to the dance, she was sure that she would not have ever felt compelled to talk to the boy she was now going to a random food location somewhere in the Hollow. Funny, how fate worked sometimes. It was often during those times of "misfortune" that you discovered something worthwhile. May it be a new talent, a friendship, or some hidden talent of personality that you didn't know you possessed. Either way, her night was bound to get a whole lot more interesting than it was on the dance floor. "I've got a punch card for the ice cream almost filled, so we could probably get something free," she finished, rifling through her bag for her assorted business cards.
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