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Post by ANGEL DIHANIE on Dec 13, 2010 21:17:46 GMT -5
These wounds won't seem to heal  This pain is just too real Another rest at the Lost Boys'. Phineas sighed - this was getting too entirely repetitive for him. He wondered why he hadn't attempted to break his somewhat repetitive schedule by now. It was always roam the city by night (or dawn and early morning, because sometimes, he would have liked to see) and then sleep by the brightness of day. Rarely, Phineas would roam the streets in the daytime if curiosity got the best of him. If he had seen something interesting outside during his nightly roams that he wanted to take a closer look at during the day, then he went ahead and did. He was getting used to this strange new realm now, and he didn't seem to mind it as much. Heck, if he didn't know better, he would have mistaken it for the living world if he didn't know better because of the uncanny similarities. Perhaps that was its way of camouflaging what it really was. So Phineas wouldn't suffer TOO much. And he was grateful for that part.
But his curiosity had gotten the better of him tonight as he gazed out the shabby window in one of the rooms. It had been close to evening, since this day in particular was one of the rare times that he had gone out to observe something in particular. Phineas looked out over the docks and out into the ocean. True, this wasn't the most beautiful-looking house in the world, but it was somewhere to stay, and some parts of it had the most beautiful views.
Phineas wondered what was on the other side of the ocean. Out on the horizon, what awaited a curious fellow such as he? Was it just like the ocean in the living world? It seemed similar. Phineas didn't know, if he were to touch the water, whether it would be as hot as lava or freezing as ocean water during that time of year. Whether or not the ocean was real, there seemed to be something on the other side of it. Was the world flat? Certainly not, for it had been proven a long time ago. Was the world flat here? Maybe. Phineas didn't know the subtle differences between the last world and this. Was Lenore on the other side? Perhaps that's why he hadn't actually seen her for who she truly was yet. Because she was on the other side of the ocean. It seemed so logical, and yet so impossible. If she were on the other side of the ocean, waiting for him, how would he get to her?
This led him to his next series of ponderings: what would have it been like for him to be able to fly? There's just too much that time cannot erase TAGS: JesseWORDS: numberOUTFIT: A light-brown jacket with many holes that looks like it is tearing apart by the second, a white tee-shirt (as seen in sig) and skinny jeans with many holes.  NOTES: LYRICS: EvanescenceCREDIT: Dirty Mercury from CAUTION 2.0[/font] |
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Post by lupincantsing on Dec 13, 2010 22:30:13 GMT -5
Lost Boys Housing. There was something...intriguing about that name, wasn't there? It wasn't incredibly interesting, or creative, or..well, it really wasn't much of anything. But there was still something about it, the way it rolled off his tongue, that had brought a boy of about seventeen down to the harbor to visit. Whatever the mysterious source of interest was, there was one thing that could certainly be ruled out- the sea. Jesse Parker had never liked the sea much. It was far too, too, too...codfishy. Yes. That described the sea perfectly. He wasn't quite sure where the adjective had come from, but it seemed to fit. And codfish were utterly undesirable things, were they not? He happend to think so.
The thought floated in and out of his mind, utterly unpondered. Such was the typical way of things as far as this particular Parker was concerned, however. Actually sitting down to think something all the way through (that wasn't a complete work of fiction told by someone else entirely) had never been one of his strongsuits. So, he found himself wandering in what most would call an aimless manner, ending up...at Lost Boys Housing. It looked a bit run-down, to say the least. And not at all safe. Not that he cared. In fact, the idea of it only succeeded in giving Jesse a rush the likes of which he could only imagine was very akin to flight.
Flight. Now that was an idea he could ponder- one of the few. It had to be the best feeling in the world, flying. Jesse was nto at all ashamed to admit he'd spent hours fantasizing about the idea, and even more dreaming about it at night. Needless to say, they were the best dreams he'd ever had. If he could fly, he'd be able to survey the area, and see if he really was as alone as it seemed. If he could fly, he'd be able to see what the top of the Empire State Building, Mount Everest...anything, really. There was a small, wistful sigh which escaped from Jesse's lips, and he continued to meander. A quietly whistled tune made its way through the air as well, although it was undoubtedly off-key, despite the fact that it was made-up. Completely oblivious to his surroundings (least of all the possibilty of someone watching him) the boy continued on his aimless march, turning over and over again the possibility of soaring through the air even as his feet remained firmly planted on the ground.
OOC: ...Oh my. Can I just say I'm REALLY sorry for this suckfest? It's been a while...O.o
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Post by ANGEL DIHANIE on Dec 14, 2010 12:32:58 GMT -5
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real Phineas was in the middle of thinking when he heard something. Whistling. Someone whistling. It was a pretty tune, however slightly out of key. Phineas didn't mind. Besides, it was the only thing he needed to know to confirm there was someone else in the house.
"Hello?" Phineas timidly called out. The last time he had met someone here, it had been that young lady Val. She was a fairly nice girl, and she didn't really prove to be a demon as Phineas had feared. In fact, she was human just like he was. Unless she had actually been a demon in disguise as the least likely person Phineas would expect to be a demon. But how likely was that? Very. Now, he hoped that this newcomer person wasn't a demon either.
Once he had descended partially down the staircase, he peered out at the newcomer to get a faraway glance. He seemed harmless, being a young man who appeared to still be in high school. He didn't seem like a demon. In fact, he seemed kind of outgoing and friendly. Nonetheless, when this young man would finally take a glance at him, Phineas had already run and hid.
It was no use taking chances. There's just too much that time cannot erase TAGS: JesseWORDS: numberOUTFIT: A light-brown jacket with many holes that looks like it is tearing apart by the second, a white tee-shirt (as seen in sig) and skinny jeans with many holes. NOTES: Ah, well. At least I could make something out of it.LYRICS: EvanescenceCREDIT: Dirty Mercury from CAUTION 2.0[/font] |
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