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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Dec 5, 2011 20:42:13 GMT -5
What a strange day. For starters, even though it was cold out, the sun was shining. There was not even a single cloud in the sky, not even a sign of one on the horizen. How strange considering there should be some form of precipitation, be it rain or snow, at least on the horizen. But there wasn't. Given that fact, Eva decided that it would be a nice day to head on down to the beach. Now, that was a strange thought on its own, given the temperature outside. However, Eva grabbed her jacket, and threw it on as she walked out the door of her house.
Now, another reason why this day was strange, Eva had no current projects happening in her life. She wasn't currently working on any particular song, just perfecting the one she had just finished. She also, for once, had no homework to speak of. Given the lack of sports, minus dance, she had nothing to practice, and even with dance she deserved a break sometimes. Today was that break.
Yup, she walked along the beach, listening to the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore. That alone was one of her favorite sounds, the only thing possibly greater was the sound of an audience clapping after she had finished performing an original peice. She smiled at the thought, half wishing for a moment that she was on stage at that moment. Eva had to force the thought from her mind, sometimes it was so hard to take a break from what you loved to do. With a soft sigh her footsteps stopped, and she turned to look at the water. With a grin on her face Eva lowered herself to the ground, taking a seat in the cool sand, just relaxing for the first time in quite awhile.
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Post by aran patrick myles on Dec 5, 2011 22:56:11 GMT -5
 Most of his days weren’t particularly filled with excitement since coming to America. It had been several months now and Aran was realizing that finding a spot to fit into everything here was hard to do. Everyone in his new school seemed to have some serious issues or something, not to mention some of the nasty rumors he’d already managed to catch wind of. He also managed to notice the huge absence of… well, people who were more like him or had similar interests. There were some, sure, that may have taken a liking to skateboarding or going out for a hike but then their personalities just did not mix well with his or they enjoyed being overly competitive. Then those who enjoyed film or drama were just completely wrapped up in it and thought he was too airheaded to figure anything out. Aran just decided not to argue with any of them since he was still sort of warming up to the place. But it was rather agitating trying to find the right people to befriend. Becoming popular must have been very difficult around here considering he had yet to figure out how to even be noticed.
Aran’s ma had helped him decide on what to do this afternoon. Even if he wasn’t too thrilled about walking her boyfriend’s dog for an hour or so while they ‘chatted in the living room.’ Aran cringed at the thought of his mother dating someone and he supposed it was because he had literally been the only man in her life since he’d been born. Having another guy around was just weird and annoying. Okay, perhaps he was a bit protective of his ma too but who wasn’t? She only deserved the best and any man who couldn’t walk his own stupid dog obviously was not living up to Aran’s standards.
The dog was just as stupid as its master (though Aran was probably biased of the poor beast because of his master). It was a male beagle named Trevor and was not taking a liking to being drug around on a leach by the long legged Irish boy. Aran held the leash in his right hand and a bright orange Frisbee in the other. His ma’s boyfriend had insisted that Trevor was plenty agile enough to catch it. Oh, Aran would like to see Trevor try it…
Aran made his way down to the beach and let Trevor off of his leash. He waved the Frisbee around in the dog’s face and eventually it started to get the idea and jump around when ever Aran pulled it away from him. Finally he decided to let it fly. Aran let it go and Trevor… Trevor just watched it and eventually looked back toward Aran like he was mental. Aran would have called the dog a complete idiot if he had not noticed that the flying disk was floating off in the direction of another human being.
“Brilliant,” he muttered as he started after it. Thankfully he only needed to jog since the Frisbee was literally just cruising through the air. Eventually it started toward the ground and Aran managed to get a hold of it before it got too close to the girl. He took a moment to thank genetics for long arms before looking over his shoulder at her and shrugging. “Sorry, mate. Beagles can’t fetch.”
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Dec 6, 2011 3:38:52 GMT -5
After only sitting for about two minutes on the sand, Eva felt so relaxed. She hadn't realized just how tense she was until that moment when her body began to relax, throwing away all the stress she had unknowingly held onto. She had forgotten just how much stress her body could hold before breaking point, and completely without her knowledge. Then again though, trying to come up with an original song could be hard.
A soft smile played across her lips, a sigh forcing its way out in content. Apparently this was something she would have to do more often, the calming effects were amazing. Either that, or Eva just needed to not let herself stress so much on her work. Ha! Like that would happen. She didn't even realise the stress until getting here. Oh well, she would enjoy it while she could.
Soon enough though, her relaxation was disturbed when she hear footsteps getting closer, as well as the soft sound of something flying through the air towards her. Whoa, back up, towards her? Eva turned her head in the direction of the sound, only to catch sight of a frisby flying in her direction. However, before it hit her someone managed to catch it. Eva let out a sigh of relief at that point. While the frisby didn't appear to be going too fast, it would still hurt to be hit by.
Her eyes trailed to the boy as he spoke. He clearly wasn't from here, judging by his accent. Eva couldn't help but grin, accents did that to her, hence why she was dating someone with an accent. Shaking her head for as econd to clear it back to the present she nodded. "Ya, I think I have heard that before. Its too bad, they are kinda cute." She looked up at the boy "He yours?"
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Post by aran patrick myles on Dec 7, 2011 11:06:51 GMT -5
After his brief apology for the dog’s lack of passion in the game of fetch, Aran turned back away from the girl and was just about to start back over toward the lazy pooch. However, he was stopped in his tracks when the blonde actually said something to him. She wanted to engage in conversation with him? Oh, by God, it must have been some kind of miracle! Today he wasn’t going to have to simply suffer through with only interacting with a dog, he was actually going to get to talk with someone who could talk back in the same language!
The teen’s eyes snapped back over his shoulder to look at her and his body eventually turned with him to face her entirely. He held the Frisbee in hand and snapped it against his palm a few times while he listened to her. Aran scrunched his nose up with a grin when she asked him whether that sorry Trevor was his dog or not. As if Aran would ever be caught dead with such a pathetic excuse for a pet! If he had a dog the darn thing would at least be able to chase after a Frisbee and more than likely catch it!
“That guy?” Aran questioned with a joking tone. He pointed over his shoulder at Trevor who now busied himself with sniffing around the sand and sneezing whenever he got a bit of it stuck on his nose. “Never. It’s me ma’s boyfriend’s dog. Pathetic little thing, isn’t he?” Aran half turned from her to watch Trevor waddle around the beach absentmindedly. He didn’t look to be very intelligent either. “Trevor! Trevor, over here mutt!” Aran called while beating the Frisbee against his thigh in hopes of getting the dog’s attention. The beagle removed his eyes from the ground to look up in Aran’s direction but only did that and then went back to sniffing at the sand and walking in circles. “Idiot dog, I tell you.”
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