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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 14, 2009 20:58:44 GMT -5
 & I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away )[/center] "Perhaps clarity is only in the gray matter of the beholder." Wynter shrugged. "Like beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" she furthered. "Or perhaps your gray matter is simply faulty." The brunette let her mouth drop open in the shape of an 'o' playfully in return, shaking her head with a grin. "I think my gray matter is perfectly functioning thank you," she chuckled with a smile. The day had shaped up to be a pretty good one so far. Having figured she would just be doing yet another assignment that day, it had turned into something she could potentially see as a great friendship. Not that Wynter didn't enjoy her assignments, but her life was so busy with work and school that she barely ever had time to hang with her friends. They had all seemed to get a little annoyed with it. But Envilas clearly didn't care, seeing as they had just met. Wyn was enjoying her time, and had really lost track of the time.
"Tis like a wrap of plastic, best to have it and keep it intact then to lack its presence when it is desired most." The things he said were quite insightful as it was. Whether or not that was just to herself or everyone, she didn't really know. Before she could reply anything to his statement, a voice of another woman interupted her thoughts. "Envilas!" Both Wynter and Envi's heads turned to where the noise had come from. Before them, a woman, mid forties she would say, looking not quite pleased. Was this the aunt he had spoken of just moments ago? "What did I tell you, huh? I said stay close and don't wander off!" From what he had said before, the brunette figured this was in fact his aunt. Envi had spoke of how she liked to keep tabs on him, and so far, she fit that description. Wynter said quietly as the woman spoke to her nephew. "And thus the weed returns to suffocate the lilac." Glancing briefly to her new friend, she gave him a small, yet sympathatic smile.
As her brown orbs darted back to take a glance at the woman, she caught her already looking down at her where she sat. "Hi, you one of Envilas's girlfriend or something?" Noting Envi's eye roll, Wynter smiled her friendly smile as she shook her friend. "Hi, no, just a friend," she smiled sweetly, offering her hand to shake. "Wynter," she added cheerfully. It also had made Wyn smile at how she had said 'one of' his girlfriends. A slight pink tint appeared in Wynter's smooth complexion. Hopefully his aunt wasn't mad that Envilas had wandered off and got caught up talking to her, which was what Wynter had figured happened.
WORDS,, 464.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, natta.
NOTES,, no worries luv. sorry mine's so short!
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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Post by envilas on Sept 14, 2009 21:24:45 GMT -5
 Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind!!!!!
The words shared between his aunt and his new found friend somehow trigger something deeper within Envilas as his brain began to conflict with the voices. Closing his eyes, he could feel the battle waging within his own mind, feeling that grip of his on reality loosening ever so slightly. Naturally, his right hand rose, rubbing at his neck while his aunt spoke, "Wynter, hm. Well, it was nice meeting you," she mused softly, shaking Wynter's hand with a slightly loose grip. Envi's eyes opened and stared at his aunt, he could tell the fact that she didn't like him around other people. It was like she wanted to protect them from what he was deeper inside. He knew what she thought of him, she didn't know that he knew, but he did. Those times when he was younger and she thought him asleep, she'd speak about her thoughts on him to her husband. In short, she was scared what Envilas was capable of. Who could blame her? No doubt that Envi wasn't in the world of reality everyone else shared, his mind was far more disturbed and he had the proof of doctors to back that. They wanted him on drugs, everything and anything to help him and they do, but when he's on them, he feels wrong. So as simple as it gets, he avoids them at all costs to the point he will even avoid eating anything his aunt makes for him. "Yes, what a wonderful reunion, lets all come together some other time. We'll bring the hacksaw, you bring the body bag," he stated, a darker tone holding his voice as his eyes rested upon his aunt.
At this point, the look she gave Envi was not one of amusement as one would swear her glare would burn a hole in his head. As for Envi, he held a smirk upon his lips that could only be described as disturbing as he nodded his head, "Seems, your husband couldn't wait for you," he stated. In that moment, his aunt turned to look to where Envi had indicated only to find her husband was in fact not there. However, at the same time Envi had softly padded Wynter's shoulder, as if saying goodbye as he stood up and moved elegantly into a crowd of three. By the time his aunt looked back, he was gone from the bench and was already rounding a corner, out of eyesight. "God damn it Envilas!" she practically screamed in a heavy huff. From the way she was acting, it seemed like Envi did this a lot, but in his mind, its the only freedom he can get.
Pushing out of the museum, he gave himself a bright smile as he found himself in an alleyway, barely caring he left out a fire escape, causing the alarm inside to go off. To Envi, it was all part of the master plan of escape. Walking over to a bum sitting against the wall, Envi pulled out his wallet and smirked, "Hey, let us buy that coat off you," he mused as the bum lifted a brow in question. However, that question quickly left as Envi dropped several hundred dollars onto the bum's lap. Money he had earned himself now to buy a raggy old coat. And yes, Envi tended to carry his money on him, more often then not in several places rather then just his wallet. Putting himself into the 'new' coat, he made his way out to the street and disappeared like a professional. "And so we paint our own story, finding the lines and breaking free," he mused to himself with a dark grin growing upon his lips and a twinkle in his emerald eyes.
word count; 625
tag; Wynter
note(s); And so this story comes to a halt, waiting for that second jump start...note; don't ask me about the whole third paragraph stuff...Envi simply demanded it...<_<
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Post by ZIP ! on Sept 15, 2009 16:00:41 GMT -5
& I JUST WANNA SCEAM AND LOSE CONTROL
THROW MY HANDS UP AND LET IT GO,
( forget about everything and run away ) [/center] Wyn sat there, feeling just a bit uncomfortable at the current situation. Biting her bottom lip lightly, she returned her hand to her lap once Envi's aunt had shaken in. "Wynter, hm. Well, it was nice meeting you." Whether she was being honest or not, Wyn wasn't exactly sure, but she got the feeling that the woman wasn't happy that Envi had spent the last who knew how long sitting her chatting. Though the young brunette didn't get why it was such a huge deal. Clearly he was an adult. Envi was smart, Wynter assumed he could handle himself. "Yes, what a wonderful reunion, lets all come together some other time. We'll bring the hacksaw, you bring the body bag." As her new friend spoke, Wynter let one eyebrow raise slightly higher then the other, her chocolate eyes laid upon his face. Having spent the last little while with him, she couldn't remember his tone ever being that way. With a darting glance to the aunt, she knew that she didn't find his words amusing, but a glare from her own eyes rest on Envilas. The situation continued to feel awkward for poor Wynter.
The next bit happened fast, Wynter's eyes darting about. "Seems, your husband couldn't wait for you." Brown orbs watched the aunt turn to look in the direction pointed, then turned back to Envi as she felt his hand on her shoulder. Just as he stood up, she gave him a small smile before he darted off, his aunt not too happy about the little trick. As she proceeded to look for him, Wynter grabbed her notebook and slipped off the bench, moving across to another part of the exhibit. There were just a few more notes to take before she went home and shed didn't want to still feel awkward sitting there as the woman looked for her nephew. Relocating to another bench, she daintly sat and read over the exhibits information, jotting down some more notes while she could. The musuem would close within an hour or two, and this paper needed to be finished by the next day she decided.
WORDS,, 360.
OUTFIT,, click
MUSIC,, natta.
NOTES,, one last short one, aha.
CREDIT,, PANIC! ITS LAUZ & WOWITSKAEX of CAUTION |
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