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Post by Damien Larson on Nov 30, 2008 20:42:39 GMT -6
Damien strolled onto the beach in his pants. The weather was getting cooler but it was just warm enough that he didn't need to wear a shirt or worry about getting cold. Long Beach California wouldn't be getting too much colder, even though it was almost winter. That was what he liked about California though. It was always warm, the people were usually very nice, and there were tons of things to do around here. What wasn't there to love about California? The sand was rough on his bare feet as he tucked his hands into his pockets and walked around the water's edge. His shoulders were slightly slouched over in, what he guessed, was a typical 'teen pose.' To him it made him look gruffer, less approachable. He liked living life by himself and if he looked like someone a girl could come to and talk about things with, he might have to shoot himself. Though Damien did like company it was usually only specific people, not that he wouldn't flirt with a pretty girl here and there. |
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Post by Rebekah Lynn Saunders on Nov 30, 2008 20:52:10 GMT -6
Bekah frowned as she stepped out of her Mustang. Her friend Celsie hadn't shown up, she knew this because she was 15 minutes late herself. She shrugged and continued to shut and lock her car. She was dressed in comfortable jeans, and a tight black wife beater. She had flip flops that she had bought at American Eagle on her feet, but as soon as she stepped onto the beach she took them off and put them in her hand.
At the waters edge she saw a guy walking. She looked at him, and figured out who he was. She had heard about this guy. He attended Westfield, and was a pretty bad guy. Well lucky her she found her self attracted to bad guys. She walked up to him slowly. "Well no one should be walking in such a beautiful setting by themselves." she said softly, her cheeks turning a Rosy pink from the slight chill in the wind.
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Post by Damien Larson on Dec 1, 2008 20:07:33 GMT -6
"Well no one should be walking in such a beautiful setting by themselves." Damien looked down at the girl that walked beside him. Her hair was poofed, her makeup was thick, she was obviously one of those emo girls. They were something that Damien would never understand. The argument was that they were looking 'unique' being their own individual, but yet there were carbon copies of them every where. The more popular they got on the internet the more wannabes showed up. But was this girl a wannabe or one of the first original trend setters?
"I guess not." he said, letting his Irish accent show through. Some how he hadn't lost his accent from the land of his birth, no matter how long he was around these Americans. It was crazy how many other accents lingered around Long Beach though, so he didn't feel much different from everyone else.
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Post by Rebekah Lynn Saunders on Dec 5, 2008 19:52:15 GMT -6
Bekah sighed. She hated when people judged her by the way she looked, and she could tell that he was doing it. She was begining to realize herself, that the look was not her look anymore. Everyone was wearing the same things, and she was getting tired of looking like everyone else. She wasn't going to say anything about it though.
"Well, is it okay that I walk with you?" she asked softly wiping alot of her eyeliner off. It was bugging her, and she didn't really need it anyways. She realized, that she had just took a big step from her "look" she always wore eyeliner, but she knew that she was changing alot.
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Post by Damien Larson on Dec 9, 2008 10:10:56 GMT -6
"Well, is it okay that I walk with you?" Damien's head turned and he looked straight forward, walking. The tide was starting to come in slightly, it was just reaching sunset. California was so much different then what he was used to, but Damien had lived here for the last two years. There was always something different, something new about California, another reason why he liked it. This was also the perfect place to get the thrills he seeked.
"I guess." He said with a shrug. Damien didn't mind company, though he thought himself better alone. If this girl wanted to join him, whatever. After all it was a free country it wasn't like he could make her go away.
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Post by Rebekah Lynn Saunders on Dec 9, 2008 19:34:50 GMT -6
"I guess." He spoke. He seemed like a person that liked to spend alot of time alone, but she knew that company couldn't kill someone. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and smiled.
"I'm Bekah." she said with a straight face looking out at the water. The sun was just starting to set, and she thought it was absolutley beautiful. She took her camera out of her pocket and snapped a picture of it.
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Post by Damien Larson on Dec 15, 2008 20:53:13 GMT -6
"I'm Bekah."The girl must have thought he cared what her name was. Maybe she didn't pick up the hint that he was a loner, or maybe this girl was a loner herself. Sometimes two loners did meet and become two people, but not in Damien's world. To him it was odd that the girl approached him at all. There was no way that she didn't know his rep. Damien the drug dealer, one of the worst kids in school. That was what most of them thought of him. He didn't really care though. Damien was fine by himself, he didn't need anyone else in this world and he could carry on without them. Let them think what they want. He often told himself, convinced himself.
"Picture perfect?" he asked, cocking an eye brow at her. Most girls didn't just randomly take pictures of sunsets while following a drug dealer around. Though most girls did carry camera's on them, which Damien found quite annoying. More than once he had caught girls taking quick photo's of him as he walked by, probably wanting to prove that they actually saw thee Damien Larson, the drug dealer of the school. Girls. Damien thought.
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Post by Rebekah Lynn Saunders on Dec 16, 2008 19:12:23 GMT -6
Bekah sighed. He didn't respond with his name, but he didn't need to. Damien Larson, the "bad boy" so he was labeled. She was labeled too the weird chick, at times even the slut, but she knew none of that was true. She wanted to get to know this guy's real story.
"Picture Perfect?"He had asked. She smiled and shook her head. "No not necessarily." she responded. "I just like to take pictures of stuff, like sunsets, and things that most other high school girls wouldn't be interested in." she added. The pales pink colors of the fading sun bounced off the guys face. Wow He is really cute. she thought to herself.
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Post by Damien Larson on Dec 19, 2008 10:12:46 GMT -6
"No not necessarily." If it wasn't picture perfect why take a picture? He wondered as he continued to walk ahead. There was no point in taking a picture if she knew it wasn't going to turn out. So why take a picture at all, especially at such a random and odd time? Girls. Damien couldn't help but think again, resisting rolling his eyes. They were such weird creatures. No matter how many times you thought you figured them out, another one would pop up and prove you completely wrong.
"I just like to take pictures of stuff, like sunsets, and things that most other high school girls wouldn't be interested in." That was where she was wrong. There were billions of girls that loved this kind of pictures and took them each and every day. Then they'd post them online to see what kind of comments they would get and if they had actually taken a good one this time.
That was when it hit the youth. This girl was trying to impress him. She was trying to stand out from the rest of the crowd and show that she wasn't afraid of him. No girl would be that dense not to know who he was. This fact irritated Damien a little. It would be harder to get rid of her than he thought.
"Oh, yeah I guess." He replied shrugging, the waves lapping his feet. At least it was looking like it was going to be a nice night.
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