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Post by envilas on Sept 6, 2009 12:40:39 GMT -5
Music played within his ears from his headphones that wrapped around his ears and the back of his head. The music was not blaring, but rather soft melody of background within Envi's head, playing along with the voices that chattered amongst themselves. Brown locks of hair danced around Envi's head in a styled mess while his emerald hues stared at those around, examining them as if they were the enemy. A five o'clock shadow shaded his chin and cheeks while bushy eyebrows furrowed down into more of a glare. A green MP3 player rested within the thigh pocket upon his tan pants while the pant legs covered the top of his black work boots. The soles beat against the ground as he moved along, walking the sidewalk with little care about where he was going. Chewing upon his tongue, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his light, hooded gray jacket. With his jacket not zipped up, it allowed others to see the black t-shirt below that had white words upon it saying, 'I'm out of my mind Please leave a message.' Clearly the font upon the shirt had seen better days as it was chipped and slightly faded into the black shirt. Stopping dead in his tracks, his eyes diverted to the public museum that stood across the street and his mind pondered while the voices bickered. "Now, now. We all have shakes and stones, so please keep down the hormones," he muttered to himself before pulling his hands out of their pockets. Checking the street real quick, he began to make his way across in a jaunt while he pulled his hood up. Covering his head and hiding his headphones, he ignored the blare of a horn from someone who clearly wanted to get themselves killed in an accident. Reaching the other side, he moved straight for the doorway of the museum and pushed right in.
The bones of the dead dinosaur greeted him right away as his eyes stared up at it for a moment than shrugged. "Melted skin to ossein, irony at its best," he mused on as he pushed by the skeleton. As the music played, his eyes examined the faces surrounding him, taking them in for whatever purpose they might have. None looked really familiar to him as each was as strange as the next. "An odd conundrum. Told to stay away, but always pulled in. The oblong are always provocative." Walking around in the museum, he found himself getting bored and his mind and voices were already debating what to do next. What mischievous act he could commit in order to give him some fun. Looking at each of the exhibits, the signs said not to touch and each was quite old, the thought of destroying them was certainly within his mind as his lips curled into a devious grin. 'Our Envi, we can cause such chaos within this calm pond. All we need is the right distraction,' a voice mused within his head and Envi nodded in agreement. "Watch the clock and we will knock," he muttered as he stared at one of the glass displayed exhibits.
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 6, 2009 21:35:01 GMT -5
 & I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away )[/center] The Ancient Egypt display was one that had been popular over it's years. Home to a real mummy and many wonderfully interesting artifacts, the exhibit had seen it's fair share of people. There were replicas and actual artifacts present in the display cases. The mummy was in the center of it all, caged in by glass plates. It was said that if you took a picture of a mummy, you'd fall under a curse. But that didn't stop people from snapping pictures away everyday. Maybe they hadn't heard of that, or maybe they just didn't care. Whatever the case may be, pictures were taken. Though flash was frowned upon by the museum, as it could damage valuable items.
Among all the people buzzing in and out of the exhibit sat Wynter Austin, a notebook and pen in hand. Her writer's craft course for school was the reason she had landed in the museum that uneventful afternoon, though she had taken trips through it many times before. Museums were one thing she really did enjoy, regardless of what her friends had always thought growing up. Now she was here, on her day off. It wasn't exactly where she'd like to be, but she had to get this assignment done. Instead of sticking it out in library, Wyn had decided a much more interesting place would be the Milwaukee Museum, so there she was. People busied by, not really paying any attention to the brunette sitting quietly, one leg crossed over the other, closer to the corner of the room beside a large display surrounded by glass. She was left to work on her own, though not in much peace. First a group of children came rushing through, one she could only assume was there for a school trip. Then a arguing couple who, by the sounds of it, couldn't find their child anywhere. Wynter drowned them out until they had left. Now only a few others were in the room, thankfully, being quiet.
A male, who looked roughly her age, suddenly appeared by the display next to her. After a quick glance up, Wynnie returned to her paper. It wasn't anyone she knew, and he wasn't trying to ask her anything or what not, so she went back to what she had been doing. It would have been a much better idea to bring her laptop, she realized. Damn, why hadn't she thought of that sooner? It would save her from writing it all out and having a sore has hell hand and wrist. "Watch the clock and we will knock." Frowning, Wynter looked up. "I'm sorry?" she replied, mistaking that the man had been talking to her. She was under the impression he had, though he had mumbled in a low voice, so she wasn't sure. She barely was able to make out the words.
WORDS,, 475.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, no rain - blind melon.
NOTES,, oh haaaiii thurrr.
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 6, 2009 22:02:43 GMT -5
He had noticed the woman sitting nearby, but he didn't really think much of her, at least until after he spoke to himself and she responded. Turning his gaze, he stared at her quizzically, taking in her form and posture very carefully. Analyzing her, he soon came to smile softly at her, "Pardoned," he mused in return, though he wasn't sure what the woman was sorry for. As his eyes came back to the display, he curled his left hand into a fist and knocked upon the glass. Soon it was only his knuckles that were knocking upon the glass as a beat was formed and his eyes began to close while his right hand rose up to the glass. Mimicking the beat with both hands, he let it flow out of him, uncaring about keeping the silence of the display room. Tapping his foot, Envi truly began to feel the music and even hear it within his own ears. Stopping, his palms came to rest upon the glass as his eyes opened and he stared over at the woman once again, this time perking a brow. "Pardon?" he idly mimicked in his own words, "Dare we query Lovejoy on why she desires a pardon?" he queried her. Staring down at the paper she was writing on, he moved away from the display and took a step closer to Wyn as his hands came to rest within his pockets once more. Tilting his head, he licked his lips softly as hid mind bubbled with answers and questions alike. "Does the beauty fail in conversing or is she searching for repetition? If she desires the latter, she is sadly out of sevens, but perhaps she would allow us to befriend each other, or at best a converse." His words were certainly not something you'd hear every day, especially with the way he was using them. To Envi, they were normal while to everyone else, it was odd and borderline crazy. That didn't really matter to Envi though, if they didn't understand him, then they were the ones at fault, not himself.
Without asking, he came to sit beside her as his emerald eyes stared at the paper idly, reading it to himself, as if to gain insight on something. It would seem whatever she was writing, it wasn't a journal nor was it very interesting to Envilas. Luckily for him, the woman was rather interesting, she may be a little deaf, but she could prove to be an interesting catch. Raising his eyes from her paper, he stared at her face and smiled gently at her, "We are Envilas, the envy of all men," he teased as he held out his right hand with the introduction. His statement may not be true, but it was still amusing to use, it would make people think and that was the best thing, least Envi always thought so.
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 6, 2009 22:37:27 GMT -5
& I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away ) [/center] "Pardoned." As he spoke the words, a soft crease appeared in her forehead, confussion written out on her face. But the man turned away. Raising one eyebrow, Wynter started to open her mouth to speak, but left it, moving back to her paper. Just as her pen touched the page, she heard a tapping on the glass. Frowning, her brown orbs darted up, while her head stayed tilted down towards her paper. It was the same man, not having moved. He was wrapping away on the glass plate with both hands and tapping his foot, as if he was unware of the silence in the room. With a slight tilt upwards of her head, Wynnie looked around to see others staring at him. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she tilted her head to look back down at her paper. "Pardon?" This time, it was more of a question. The young woman looked up again, the hint of a smile still lingering on the corners of her lips, her eyes sparkling. "Dare we query Lovejoy on why she desires a pardon?" A single corner of the pink lips turned up in a sideways smile. He stepped closer and looked down at her paper she realized. Unlike some, the girl wasn't about to cover it up. She didn't really care if he looked at it or not, it wasn't secret.
"Does the beauty fail in conversing or is she searching for repetition? If she desires the latter, she is sadly out of sevens, but perhaps she would allow us to befriend each other, or at best a converse." Raising an eyebrow, she smiled up at him slightly. It wasn't something she heard everyday. While some might give him a strange look and walk away without a second thought, his words and manner intrigued the sweet girl. "Perhaps befriend," she replied sweetly. "Though a converse would appease me," she added. Wynter was a friendly type, who wasn't one to turn someone away. This guy was quite interesting to her, so she responded, of course.
He sat down beside her, green orbs once more darting to the notebook she held. "We are Envilas, the envy of all men." Wynter chuckled and after setting her notebook down on the other side of her, she extended her hand to him as well in a friendly shake. "Wynter," she replied cheerfully. The young woman was quite skilled at talking to others and making good impression, along with making people feel comfortable. That was probably why she was so sucessful in journalism. Well, at least it was one reason. The people she interviewed always ended up becoming her friends, like Jason or Madison for example. Wyn had a way of making people feel like they had known her for years.
WORDS,, 470.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, faint - linkin park.
NOTES,, he's amazing, i love him.
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 6, 2009 23:27:32 GMT -5
The girl was indeed quite cute, Envi couldn't ignore that fact as he found himself staring at her. Listening to the words that escaped her tongue, it seemed as though he picked someone that was kind in nature, but something itched in the back of his brain. At the moment, he couldn't tell what it was as he rose his left hand and scratched at the back of his head, as if trying to get that itch. Failing though, his hand dropped back down and snuck into his pocket as his eyes examined Wyn with more caution and detail. Studying her pose and the tone in her voice, both seemed so delicate in nature, as if this lady had never seen anything bad in her entire life. It was probably not completely right, but Envi could never be too sure until he asked the desired questions. This time though, he decided that this question was best left unasked. Hearing how a conversation would appease her, he gave a gentle chuckle, "Then we are grateful for that," he stated kindly. Turning his gaze away from her, he noticed the other people around, some seemed to be talking with each other, but their eyes upon him. Oddly, this was normal for Envi, having people talk about him as if he wasn't there. Today though, he found it annoying, or rather a voice in his head found it rather annoying. 'What do they want. People have such a bad habit of getting into other people's lives, like they have nothing better to do. We should just get right up, move over there, and put them into that coffin! See who's laughing then,' the voice practically growled. Hearing the voice echo in his head, he had to close his eyes for a moment and shake the voice clear, "Hush, we are not speaking to you now," he muttered under his breath before his attention came back around to Wynter as her name was spoken. "Winter meets fall," he idly stated, oddly reminded of the latest Turtle movie. Shaking her hand, he took note of her grip that was firm and yet her hands were soft and nearly cuddly. If it would have been polite, Envi probably would have cuddled the hand without question, but instead he let it go after the quick firm shake.
He could already tell that this woman was nice, or at least playing the part of a nice person, since she was still talking to him, even put her notebook aside to speak more. Having the attention, full attention at that, of someone such as her was a rare commodity for Envi. Most would just say a single word or two and walk off without much of anything else said. 'Course, Envi had already come to the conclusion that move people are naturally assholes. Now though, he had to figure out something to talk about. In all his days, he never really had a real conversation with an actual person, always just talking to himself. "It appears your parchment lacks a proper flow. That's just what I think, though," he mused idly, "but it does have a pretty picture painted within, just need to make sure the brush stays upon the paper at all times." Smiling, he thought that would be enough to get something started, however Envi wasn't sure what he was trying to say this time around. It was as if he was nervous and was just saying anything to get a conversation moving.
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 6, 2009 23:50:55 GMT -5
& I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away ) [/center] "Then we are grateful for that." Wynnie could tell that Envi was one who 'marched to his own drum' or whatever the saying was. Though she didn't get why he said 'we' she didn't think twice about it to be honest. It was really no bother to Wynter to speak with Envilas. She would much rather be talking to someone then working on her paper. Her fingers ached, as did her wrist, so it was nice to take a break. Envilas. Hmm. It was quite the different name. Perhaps hers was too, but she didn't really think of it that way. Never before had she met anyone named Wynter. Though she was sure there were people with the name. Also, her's was spelt with a 'y' instead of 'i' which made a difference too. "Hush, we are not speaking to you now." She barely made out what he had said, but didn't question him further on it. He clearly hadn't been talking to her. Whatever then. "Winter meets fall." The brunette chuckled and nodded her head. "Fall meets winter," she replied with a grin. Envi was certainly interesting, has metioned before. A bit of character and quite cute at the same time. Though off in his own little world. But of course, who wasn't these days?
"It appears your parchment lacks a proper flow. That's just what I think, though." A gentle line once more creased her brow as she drifted her brown eyes back to her paper, now slightly behind her as she had shifted her body to face Envilas. "But it does have a pretty picture painted within, just need to make sure the brush stays upon the paper at all times." Turning back to him, she tilted her had to the side. "You don't like it?" she asked. He was referring to the notebook, was he not? It had been her first assumption from the mention of the word 'parchment'. Though no one used that word really, she had connected it with how he had been eyeing her paper moments before. With careful hands, she picked the notebook back up, gently so she wouldn't crease the paper. A frown still visible on her face, she scanned the words over. There was only about a paragraph and a half on the page before her. A dainty, yet worried look on her face, she glanced back to Envi for a reply. It was strange sentence he had put forward, though conversation none the less. Wynter had gotten a bit lost at the part about the brush. Her mind turned his words over, trying to figure them out. Inside her mouth, white teeth clasped onto the side of her cheek until she realized she was doing it. It distort her face outwardly, so she quickly stopped.
The words seemed alright to her. Well, alright as a boring assignment could be. She loved writing and did it well. Hense being a journalist and all. But it wasn't something she was sure of making a career out of. Was it too late now, with the job in line? She wondered if she should pursue singing, another passion of hers. Her mind was drifting all over the place as she sat there staring off, eyes pointed towards the paper.
WORDS,, 546.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, nothing at the moment.
NOTES,, noneee.
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 7, 2009 0:16:26 GMT -5
She was quite adorable as she reversed the statement back to him, it was a bit odd, sure, but that's what Envi adored the most. Being normal was never a dream of his, or the normal people around him see. All Envi ever really wanted was to be true to himself and to do that, he had let go of his sanity many years ago. The reason why was never really clear to him, after all he was just a child with little understanding of the world, but the voices. Well, they had a better grasp of everything then Envi could ever imagine. Certainly they didn't know everything there was, but they picked up what Envi didn't and made note of it. Perhaps Envi did see it, just didn't realize it, but that's why he had the voices a reminder. As for her paper, he heard her words and saw the concern upon her face. Part of him now wanted to take back the comment to save her feelings, however Envi understood that truth was best said with sweets then with salt. "Oui, you could say that. The picture attempting to be painted is good, don't get us wrong with that, but we believe it could hold more color within the edges. Make the point stand out a bit more, you know?" somehow he didn't think she did know. Instinctively, he began to rub his head with his right hand, trying to pick his brain for the right words. "Painting, like," he paused a moment as his brow furrowed in heavy concentration, "the definition, the, the...meaning behind the work," he finally stated with a smile. "It is artistically done, but our cognitive believes that the media could hold more color. Take the viewer for a ride rather then spitting out the facts. Hold the sword of creativity." Smiling at her, he hoped that was more constructive then his last statement. 'Course, Envi also understood that most people rarely understood what he was trying to get at. Victoria, one of his ex's, however understood him perfectly, but she changed on him, decided it was best she go her own way. Envi, as the gentlemen he was and still is, decided to do the same and he simply left it at that.
Watching her take up her notebook once more, he looked at it for a moment then let his eyes lift to her face. 'Now she is a beautiful painting, is she not?' a voice rang in sweet symphony. "Yes, like the voice of angels or the taste of water in one's lungs," he mused aloud, unaware he spoke it loud enough for Wyn to hear, "the ones who created her must feel a deep pride. To hold such a masterpiece would only cause joy, no?" he questioned to the voice, still unaware his words were coming out of his lips. 'Tis a shame though,' the voice continued. Gaining interesting, his brow perked as he looked away from Wyn and towards his other side, staring emptily at the place beside him, as if someone were standing there, "What do you mean?" The figure that stood within Envi's mind was his own, but looked far more respectable then Envi did, 'Oh, she would never like someone like you, Envi. No. You would simply ruin her life. Just like you did to Victoria.' Growling, Envi stood up quickly, "What?!" he practically screamed and that's when things got truly interesting. A punch was thrown by Envi, smacking him square in the jaw and causing him to topple over only to spin around on the ground, as if he were mounted upon a body. "You should go back to your home before we teach you why we sent you there in the first place," he growled as his fist rose up in a threatening manner. His green eyes glared at the floor as the figure laughed a bit and then nodded. Shaking his head, Envi was barely aware of the reddening upon his own jaw, of the sting of pain it felt. Standing back up, he sat down next to Wyn as if nothing had happened and turned his head to her with a smile, "So, why does your pen draw this portrait?"
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 7, 2009 7:46:36 GMT -5
& I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away ) [/center] Brown orbs darted again over the paper, rereading what she had already wrote. Though it wasn't the most lively paper, she was trying. It was all written very well and from a good perspective, but there wasn't much life, or colour in that case, to the assignment. That must have been what he was talking about. "Oui, you could say that. The picture attempting to be painted is good, don't get us wrong with that, but we believe it could hold more color within the edges. Make the point stand out a bit more, you know?" Wynter watched him carefully as he seemed to look for the words to explain. "The definition, the, the...meaning behind the work. It is artistically done, but our cognitive believes that the media could hold more color. Take the viewer for a ride rather then spitting out the facts. Hold the sword of creativity." As he spoke again, she couldn't help but let a smile climb over her features once more. First the right side of her lips moved up in a crooked smile, until it reached all away across. The way he had put his words, (well, the second time) had made much sense to her and really gave her another way to look at it. Glancing back down at her paper, she tilted her head and was silent for a moment. Then to break that silence, she looked up and smiled at him. "Yeah..." she said slowly, nodding her head. "Thanks Envilas," she sang happily, before looking back to her paper once more. Biting her lip, she decided that she would write no more on here, only take notes. Then she could put it all together on the laptop when she got home.
As she made a point of joting down what he had said, his voice mummured again, so she looked up with just her eyes. "Yes, like the voice of angels or the taste of water in one's lungs. The ones who created her must feel a deep pride. To hold such a masterpiece would only cause joy, no?" own appeared on her gentle features suddenly. A masterpiece? She looked around to see what he may be talking about. But there was nothing. Wynter surpressed a smile as she looked back down to her paper. Had he been talking of her? The young woman wasn't about to ask so she continued with what she was doing, figuring it was the most polite way to go about it. Envilas shifted and mumbled something under his breath. Though she didn't catch what, she caught what was next. "What?!" This made Wynnie jump slightly in her seat as he yelled, before throwing a punch at his own face. The brunette's eyes widdened, unsure of what to do. "You should go back to your home before we teach you why we sent you there in the first place." People were staring at him, some even laughing. Wyn shot them dirty as hell looks, before hearing his voice again. Before she could decided whether to get up or not, he was already sitting beside her again. "So, why does your pen draw this portrait?" Wynter gave a small smile. "For school," she replied softly. "It's one of many assignments." Frowning, she looked at his red jaw. If it had been a friend of hers, she probably would have reached out to make sure all was okay. But Wynter barely knew Envilas. Tilting her head slightly, she looked at the reddening of his face quietly. It must have hurt, no? It wasn't some weak throw, but a hard hitting punch. It was a bit hard to concentrate on his question at hand when he was sitting there with what must have been a frigging sore jaw. Pearly whites gently bit down on the bottom pink lip. The nurturing side of Wynter wanted to make sure Envi was okay, but should she bring it up when he wasn't? What she gathered from all that was he wasn't punching himself, but whoever it was he had been talking too. So he mustn't have realized the pain? It was her only assumption. But yet, he physically was hurt, which made her squirm in her seat to help him out.
WORDS,, 710.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, nothing at the moment.
NOTES,, i'm hungry D:
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 7, 2009 21:25:18 GMT -5
It would seem that today had gone better than what Envi thought when he woke up this morning. He had the attention of a sweet and quite beautiful woman who had promise within her hands and love clearly in her heart. To think that this event was brought into play by a simple run of boredom and then a random pick on where to go. Everything that was playing out seemed like an enigma within Envi's head. A beautiful girl, alone and willing to talk to him, it was like the universe was providing him with something good for once. Having really only known his father, Envi's life was never quite normal and he could never truly explain it in words, least not ones that would make sense. Yet now everything seemed to be just a puzzle waiting for the right pieces to be put into place. Her brown hair was quite lush and Envi couldn't help but wonder what she used for shampoo and conditioner. Perhaps a strange thought for some, but Envi found it quite normal as he watched her. Noticing the concern in her eyes, he perked a gentle brow for a moment before he began to notice the discomfort upon his face, or rather his jaw. Raising his left hand, he rubbed at his jaw and could feel the soreness aching beneath the skin. There was no need to speak about what he had just done, Envi sort of aware how everything worked, but she seemed to be rather worried. His mind pondered what to tell her, let along if he should tell her anything. Shaking his head, he let the thoughts simply leave him, believing it is best if that event is left untold. On the other hand, he believed he owed her something, "No worries Wynter, this snowman will not melt yet," he mused with a bright smile, trying to inform her that he was alright. Even with the soft pain in his jaw, he didn't really care about it. After all, a man would always pick a cute girl over pain, if for nothing else, to look tough. "Oh, and you are graciously welcome," he finally responded to her thanks, "ah, that explains much about the lack of color within your artwork. Then perhaps the professor would adore it just how it is, but we can never be sure what other cognitives believe let alone think," he added on with a bright smile.
Noticing her squirming in her seat, he perked a brow a bit more, wondering what desire was building within her. Taking everything into consideration, he began to realize that she wanted to help him with the jaw. A motherly instinct that seemed easily more dominant within females then anyone else. 'Course, this didn't really bother Envilas as his emerald eyes watched her sweetly. The way she did everything just seemed sweet, her voice, her movements. It was as if when she was made, sugar was the main ingredient. "Sugar," he idly mused with a bright smile. Focusing back on the lack of conversation at hand, Envi pulled something else out of his mind to talk about, "Being mummified would be our desire in the afterlife. Simply for the fact it holds that special twist. Gray matter pulled out of our nose and the rest of the organs harvested like precious gems. The Egyptians truly understood how to bury their dead," he mused, hoping to start up something for conversation that avoided the topics they already spoke on.
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 8, 2009 19:52:16 GMT -5
& I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away ) [/center] It was quite rewarding in itself, being friendly. Just in being kind alone, Wynter always made many friends. That was what she found most rewarding in being open to others, aside from making herself and others feel quite good. Ever since she was a child, Wynter had been like a ray of light in many people's lives. She didn't start off so well, being brought up by her teenage mom all alone. But Wyn was a happy baby, and child, always smiling and making others laugh. Growing up she made the best of each situation, especially since her mom and her had very litle. Then when her mom met Alex, when Wynter was only a tot, things changed. Her mother got her perfect Cinderella story and throughout it all, the young Wynter managed to stay so humble. She still had that way about her, making others smile.
As he stroked his jaw, his expression changed. "No worries Wynter, this snowman will not melt yet." A smile parted her lips, revealing the white teeth behind them. Every little thing he said was so different, she couldn't help but smile when he spoke. Envilas was the kind of guy who would make a good friend, she was sure of it. Regardless of him punching himself and talking to himself, she didn't care about that. He was sweet, different. Quite interesting to be truthful. The brunette couldn't seem to guess what he would say next, which made her intriguid. "Ah, that explains much about the lack of color within your artwork. Then perhaps the professor would adore it just how it is, but we can never be sure what other cognitives believe let alone think." Nodding her head, Wynter agreed. His words made perfect sense, while still being so completely different from what she heard day to day. He seemed to be alright now, though she imagined it still hurt from where he had took the blow. But since he didn't speak of it, she tried to push it to the back of her mind. "Sugar." Wynter chuckled to herself, making no comment. Who knew what was going on his head that made him say the word?
"Being mummified would be our desire in the afterlife. Simply for the fact it holds that special twist. Gray matter pulled out of our nose and the rest of the organs harvested like precious gems. The Egyptians truly understood how to bury their dead." This was so unexpected, Wynter snorted with laughter. As soon as she did, she threw her hand over her mouth, still giggling. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed and she shook her head trying to stop. Finally, she uncovered her mouth. "Is that ideal?" she questioned. "Being stripped of your brain?" Shrugging her shoulders, she looked towards the mummy case. "I mean, I don't know if I would want someone taking out my brain," she laughed, shrugging her shoulders once more. "Through my nose none the less!" she added with a smile. It reminded her of donor cards. Giving away organs if you died in a car accident. Grusome to think of? Maybe. But that's still what she thought.
WORDS,, 526.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, nothing at the moment.
NOTES,, i have a headache. boo.
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 8, 2009 22:48:42 GMT -5
 Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind!!!!!
Envi's life had always been different from the day he was born when his mother passed on and his father almost did the same. Perhaps in retrospect, it would appear that his mother's sister, his aunt, was the glue of the family. Always on the sidelines waiting to make things right which only proved true when Envi's father died several years down the road. Most would think his tale was depressing and sad while Envi simply saw it as life. You live, you die, what happens in between is simply an adventure in which you make and, if you can, you can pick how you die. So making other people smile was not really something Envi did daily or weekly, either it happened or it didn't. Watching Wynter, he was glad he could at least make her smile while others could only grimace and look at him in disgust. Was it so hard to accept people for who they are in normal society? Perhaps this is another reason Envi decided to simply let himself go and be who he was now. What point was there in blending in with a society that would gladly laugh and humiliate those around? Certainly not one for Envi, that much was very clear.
Keeping his eyes glued to her form, blinking now and again to stop himself from full on staring, he couldn't help but be comfortable around Wynter. It was like she was the drugs he should have been taking, simply being in her presence seemed to calm everything. 'Course, the voices were still bickering within his mind, debating on what to eat for dinner, but Envi didn't mind the voices. When the voices turned to people was when things truly got interesting for Envi's little life. A clear example happened not to long ago and Envi figured it was still too fresh in Wynter's mind to bring up. 'Take her, make her, turn off the water and listen to the purr,' a voice murmured within Envi's ear and he gave a outward laugh at it. He made no move to cover his lips though as he simply smiled as the laugh quickly faded. The thought was quite amusing though as Envi could feel his reality slowly slipping into something new. Lights dimmed and moaning filled his head. At this point, he began to blush heavily as he rolled his head back and forth, attempting to clean the slate. After a few rolls, the moaning faded and lights went back to normal within his vision, just in time to hear what Wynter had to say.
The conversation had taken a turn for the worse, some may say, but Envi believed it a fascinating subject. Chuckling at her words, he shrugged his shoulders, "You wouldn't be inhabiting the bag anymore, so what difference would it make?" he mused in retaliation. She was quite adorable, all her little comments, her laugh, certainly if she were food, she wouldn't have lasted as long as she had already. Every piece of her would have been gobbled up ages ago and become nothing more than a myth. "What better way, after all, the final thought within a fly as it hits a windshield is simply his ass," he mused brightly, "so it would be poetic for our gray matter to be nothing more then snot." A bright smile was now plastered to his face at his idle little joke.
word count; 581
tag; miss wynter
note(s); yes, envi is not being as cryptic, but you try coming up with odd things to say...xD
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 9, 2009 20:33:17 GMT -5
& I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away ) [/center] Like many others who visited the museum from time to time, Wynter more often then not found herself here in this Ancient Egypt section. Not here in Milwaukee, per say, but in whatever musuem she happened to be in. Ever since she was little, she found it creepy yet very interesting. She loved the little models of houses, with the tiny figure people placed perfectly around it. The replicas of the make-up and jewelry the women used to wear. All those things made Wynter's eyes sparkle when she was a child. Then when she would come to the mummy, behind her mother's leg was where you could find her. Peeking out with curious brown eyes. Almost every year, they would visit the musuem back home. So of course, Wynter couldn't help but visit the one here each year as well, sometimes more then once. It was a comfortable place, oddly enough.
Envilas was laughing too, but she couldn't be sure that he was laughing at her. She smiled towards him cheerfully and noted the colour in his face. Again, for a reason she wasn't aware of. Mentally, if possible, she shrugged that off and crossed one leg over the other where she sat, brushing her hair from her face. "You wouldn't be inhabiting the bag anymore, so what difference would it make?" A soft frown passed her features. "Huh, I guess not," she agreed with a slight nod of her head. It was true enough, though she didn't like thinking about someone removing her insides. "What better way, after all, the final thought within a fly as it hits a windshield is simply his ass, so it would be poetic for our gray matter to be nothing more then snot." Wynter stopped herself from snorting with laughter again, surpressing it with a smile as she nodded her head up and down, hair swishing about rapidly. "You make some pretty good points there Envilas," she chuckled. The conversation was most interesting, that was for sure.
From her pocket in her jeans, her cellphone vibrated loudly. Tilting her head in curiousity, she reached for it and slipped it out of the tight pocket, the screen lighting up. A text. Hmm. She quickly flew her fingers over the keys before hitting send, then slipping it back into her pocket and turning to Envi. "Sorry about that," she excused herself. It had just been a girl from her class, asking for a due date on their paper. Speaking of which, she glanced at it where it rested beside her, then back to the man before her. The paper would be finished by tomorrow, she guessed, handed in by the end of the week.
WORDS,, 450.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, stilll nothing.
NOTES,, lmao, i love his character.
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 10, 2009 0:22:15 GMT -5
Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind!!!!!
Finding someone like Wynter was a one in a billion chance, truly was. Sure there would be many people who would openly talk to him and hold up conversations, but Wynter seemed different, like there was something more to her. Envi couldn't explain it anymore then that and the voices could explain it even less so. For once in his life, both he and his voices were at a lost. Normally his voices would have every little answer that was trapped within his brain so clearly she was unique. Already scenarios were playing through his head, going through the motions he could only explain as a puppy crush. Why? He didn't fully know. Never in his life had he felt anything like this, it was simply unique and something he actually did like. This feeling to want to protect her seemed to swell within his heart. 'Could this be love or lust? If I look away, will it turn to dust?' he questioned to himself, ignoring the voices that were speaking amongst themselves. All his effort was to deciphering the mysterious feelings Wynter was causing within him and it needed to be answered for Envi to get any sleep tonight. No doubt he'd be up all night writing simply because the voices will not shut up.
Listening to her voice, Envi was happy that she was smart, smarter then most random people Envi spoke to. In all honesty, most of the people Envi befriended were odd already either in appearance or they were already crazy like himself. 'Course, Envi never really cared what kind of friends he made, as long as they were good friends, Envi would never judge. To Envi, people who judge others for how they look or simply how they act are nothing more then cockroaches needing to be squashed. Being different himself did have an effect on his thoughts on that though. Smiling at Wynter, he gave a firm nod, "Yes, that we certainly due. Our moments of clarity are few and far between, but our words always hold truth, whether they are cryptic or straight forward," he mused with grin. Perhaps he was bragging a little bit about his smarts, but it was more so his perspective and questioning nature that led to many of these good points. Having only but questions within ones head tends to make you think about the answers and pick the ones that make most sense when no one else could answer them for you.
At that moment, Envi watched as a cell phone went off in Wynter's jean pocket. Perking a brow, he stared at the device as she stared at it. Envi understood these little things, but he always hated the fact of being reachable. If he wasn't around to talk to, there was normally a reason for it. In that case, Envi didn't have a cell phone, just a normal house phone like everyone else. After all, that's all one needs, right? Envi thought so at least. When Wynter's attention came back around to him, he smile happily at her and gave her an understanding nod, "No need for a pardon, Sugar. Though, we must ask. Why carry this digital notepad around? It seems so taxing to be interrupted, as shown, within a conversation or simply when you wish to be left alone? We believe it is nothing more then a way for others to keep tabs on you. Our aunt always does that at home, we do not wish for it to happen beyond that point," he practically groaned the last part with annoyance. Clearly Envi had a strong dislike of being watched like a lab rat.
word count; 612
tag; miss wynter
note(s); my eyes huuurt...
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 11, 2009 17:00:06 GMT -5
& I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away ) [/center] As she sat on the bench quite contently, she leaned her elbow on the opposite leg, which was crossed over the other, resting her chin in her hand. The night before had gone long, as she had stayed up to work on an assignment for working. Now the effects of staying up late and getting up early were kicking in as she felt the soreness in her body and the tiredness sweeping over like a hazy fog. Though she wouldn't let it get to her, not just yet. It was still to early to go home and curl up in her bed, though it was something she really felt she could do. Then she would wake up that evening and never get to sleep, which is where the cycle would start. At least this way she knew that if she stayed up until later, she would get a good night's sleep.
As Envilas smiled at her, she couldn't help but smile back. His smile was warm and welcoming, in her opinion at least. "Yes, that we certainly due. Our moments of clarity are few and far between, but our words always hold truth, whether they are cryptic or straight forward." Playfully frowning, she raised an eyebrow. "Few and far between?" she repeated, shaking her head. "Not from what I can tell," she laughed lightly, as she tucked her hair back from her face. All in all, Envi seemed like a really smart guy. Smarter then many people she knew in some ways. Not to mention his words almost sounded like Shakespeare at times. It was a pleasant change for the ears, even if sometimes it took a minute to think about what he had said. Which for Wynter, it did at first. Some of his earlier statements she ran over a few times in her head, quickly, before replying in the normal reaction time that anyone else would.
"No need for a pardon, Sugar." Wynter smiled as air chortled through her nose in a quiet laughing sound. Though she laughed because she found it sweet. "Though, we must ask. Why carry this digital notepad around? It seems so taxing to be interrupted, as shown, within a conversation or simply when you wish to be left alone? We believe it is nothing more then a way for others to keep tabs on you." As he spoke the words, her brain processed them, then began to think them over. Then he added, with a tone filled with annoyance, "Our aunt always does that at home, we do not wish for it to happen beyond that point." A soft smiled pulled gently on the corner of Wynter's lips. "You don't like being tied down," she observed. "I mean, you like to be free," she added on to that. "I guess I just carry it so if work needs me, or if I need to speak to someone, I can," she told him sincerely. It wasn't about chatting with friends, it was about having the phone when she really did need it.
WORDS,, 508.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, my siblings yelling.
NOTES,, my eyes hurt too D: so does my neck.
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 13, 2009 22:28:53 GMT -5
Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind!!!!!
She was comfortable around him, that much he could easily tell from her laughter and bright smiles. Those pearly whites of her were quite attractive. That made Envi a bit aware of his own teeth, mostly because he wasn't one to hold to routines very well and so only brush maybe once a week if not at least three times. As for showering, he was one of those kinds of people you couldn't pay enough to get out of water and he'd probably be in the bath at least three times a day, head under the water as he let his lungs scream for air. He did this, not because he found it erotic or anything, simply because its one of the moments of clarity when everyone was saying the same thing, voices and body. Plus, beneath the water, it seemed that the voices were dulled as if they are unable to reach him beneath the water. Though, sadly, this is one of the main reasons Envi isn't allow at many public pools, let alone some private ones, for the lifeguards continually think he's drowning when he really is, but doing it purely to himself. Brought back to reality by Wynter's voice, he looked over at her from his previous blank stare and gave a gentle laugh. Raising his left hand, he rubbed the back of his head, "Perhaps clarity is only in the gray matter of the beholder," he started saying before he grinned, "or perhaps your gray matter is simply faulty," he mused in jest as he smiled brightly at her.
The time he was spending with Wynter had made Envi forget why he was here since he was enjoying the moment with Wynter. She was quite a woman and perhaps one of the few people Envi would desire greatly to see again. As Wynter began to decipher his words, he nodded at her words, agreeing wholly with them. Being tied down to Envi was like an untamed tiger being shoved into a cage, it was just cruel. Though that didn't honestly stop people from doing it, sadly. Chuckling at her statement, he gave her a firm nod, "Tis like a wrap of plastic, best to have it and keep it intact then to lack its presence when it is desired most." Envi understood many things, perhaps more then he actually knew, but he was a bit of a thinker and quick witted, clearly. However, all of that didn't prepare him for the next moment.
"Envilas!" shouted a voice of an older woman, perhaps in her mid forties or so. The woman stared at Envi as she came closer, or perhaps it was more of a glare as you'd swear she was stomping her feet like some sort of hippo. "What did I tell you, huh? I said stay close and don't wander off!" it was clear the woman was not pleased, but Envi didn't seemed worried as he gave her a blank expression. "And thus the weed returns to suffocate the lilac," he muttered to Wynter with a sly smile. Seeing Envi speak to Wynter, the woman suddenly stopped and rose a brow with a rather baffled look upon her face. "Hi, you one of Envilas's girlfriend or something?" she instantly asked as Envi rolled his eyes.
word count; 550
tag; Wynter
note(s); Sorry for the long delay...xD
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