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Post by Wyatt Astley on Mar 20, 2008 1:18:47 GMT -5
The smell of wood burning to ash mixed with the cool air of the Cape Cod night. A light breeze pushed through the crowds and caused the blond hair of a lone figure to flutter slightly. The figure, was Wyatt Astley. Wyatt had stepped away from the crowds gathered around the stage and at the bar for a quick breath of fresh air, and to give his ears a break. The hard melodies of whatever band was now on stage could still be heard in the distance, but now Wyatt had no trouble hearing his own thoughts. He turned away, putting his back to the crowd and looked out onto the night.
It was yet another beautiful night all but wasted on those who wouldn't even bother to look skyward It was a tragedy really, but who needed stars and a cool breeze when you had booze and cigarettes? Wyatt had nothing against alcohol, he was no stranger to the substance, even if he technically couldn't drink it legally for another two years. Cigarettes, however, caused a slightly larger problem. He didn't complain when others did it...at least not often, but it was a habit he never picked up. The taste was just so damn hard to remove from your mouth.
In any case Wyatt was far from being Mr. Morals, he just happened to be feeling rather mature tonight. He'd only had a ginger ale to drink and now he had actively separated himself from the crowd. As stupid as it sounded he really wanted some company. Walking away from everyone probably wasn't the best way to achieve that goal, but he actually wanted someone to talk to and it would help if they could actually hear each other. Though maybe he was wasting his time. A few more minutes of taking in the night then he would head back, maybe try and get himself a real drink and start a conversation at the bar.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 20, 2008 2:03:04 GMT -5
The day had passed by slowly, and now even slower as Emma sat at fire pit surrounded by drunken guys and girls, and thick smoke from the raising fire and f*gs. To Emma all that was utterly disgusting. Emmaline had never liked the smell or the taste of a cigarettes; it gave her a stomach ache. So why was she out here and with no one to talk to?
The girl got up from her secluded stool near the bar. She had to gain breath fresh air before long, or else she would vomit.
Emma could hear the band loud music fading as she walked away, the air seemed much relaxing and clearer away from the dense smoke, and strong smell of alcohol.
Emmaline stood away from the crowd by herself, or so she thought. She gazed at clear night skin above her. The stars glistening like tiny diamonds and the silver plastered moon. It all seemed like a painting. The cool breeze played with her dark hair; Emma felt comfortable but she felt lonely for some reason, no one to chat with since she had arrived she was 'the new girl' and already had a few enemies. Twigg the girl that could do so much better; but no, she chooses to have sex with any guys she sees attractive.
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Post by Wyatt Astley on Mar 20, 2008 15:42:19 GMT -5
The seconds past feeling as though they dragged on and past in an instant all at once. A minute went by maybe to, still Wyatt stood alone. He raised his eyes up to the moon and breathed out a sigh, his breath coming out in a soft gray cloud of carbon dioxide. May as well head back, listen to the end of the bands set and then head off. Maybe tomorrow would be better, and he'd feel less of a more obligation to act like a professional. Of course so often in his profession (either of them) Getting Drunk, partying and hooking up was practically in the job description, but Wyatt was feeling professional in more of the general sense. Like an actual adult. He'd been feeling that way quite a bit since coming back.
As Wyatt turned to head back to crowd he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to his right to see a girl had in fact joined him. Well not joined him exactly as she was still a good 150 yards away but she had left behind the crowds as we had. A quick moment of evaluation was all it took before Wyatt realized he may as well take a shot, though he had been hoping the girl would approach him.
"Nice nigh, huh?" Wyatt commented approaching the girl coming to a stop at her side, she was a lot cuter up close. It was a very simple almost stupid question. But it was that question you had to ask simply because it was so cliche. Not to mention making cliche lines appealing was on of Wyatt's specialties.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 20, 2008 17:22:12 GMT -5
Emma heard a voice someone had joined her. She turaround to face the way in which the voice came. A handsome boy stood close to her, he had blonde hair and appealing blue eyes, altogether he looked good.
"Yea, it is." Emma smiled and glanced up at the midnight sky again. The music still blasting, causing a head aching echo.
"So what are you doing out here, shouldn't you be partying with the others." Emma asked bring her gaze from the stars to the boy face; then slightly Emma nodded her head toward the fire-pit.
[[ooc: sorry it's short, but I am in a hurry.]]
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Post by Wyatt Astley on Mar 20, 2008 18:51:28 GMT -5
"Eh, I decided I value fresh air and my ear drums too much to be that close to the action," Wyatt smiled. "What about you, shouldn't you be over there as well?" he asked assuming they were probably not all too different from his but wanted to hear what she had to say anyway. Was she dragged here by friends? Just not in mood? Or was she perhaps feeling sick and just looking for a little air.
"You don't mind my company do you?" Wyatt asked knowing if the girl were truly bothered by his presence she would have already said so. Still it was one of those questions he just wanted to see her response to. Would she say she had been hoping to run into someone, was she still waiting for someone? Was she too polite to decline his company or was she genuinely glad to have someone to talk to? Wyatt loved asking questions just to gauge reactions. It was a quick and easy way to get a glimpse at what a person was like.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 23, 2008 0:36:09 GMT -5
Emma returned a smile and faced turned her body toward him, crossing her arms over her chest, and looking up to his face. "Well, I .. um .." Emma searched for words. Why was she at the fire pit anyways. Was she looking for company or just a good time? Emma raised a brow as if thinking. "I was at the Fire-pit just to be at the fire pit I guess, and yea I needed to breath a bit of fresh air ... I not the one who likes all the smoke and compacted air." she finally answered.
Emma looking at her converse that she wore on her feet her arms still crossed. When he spoke another question she glanced up. "No not at all." the brunette answered and light bit her bottom lip as if something was bugging her or maybe it was just a habit she hadn't yet noticed.
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Post by Wyatt Astley on Mar 23, 2008 1:07:05 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Wyatt nodded. Not an overly articulate answer but certainly a fitting one. She was out for a breath of air same as he was. And she didn't mind his company, which was certainly a plus. There was hoping of salvaging this night yet.
"I'm Wyatt by the way, Wyatt Astley," he said offering his hand to shake as he formally introduced himself to the cute young brunette. Now that they had learned why the other was there the next step in the getting to know you line of questioning was introductions.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 23, 2008 1:23:47 GMT -5
Emma's small hand automatically went to his. "I'm Emmaline Prince, but you may call me Emma if you want." she stated as a smile crept climbed onto her pink lips. The boy was good looking, like William but Wyatt seemed to have a different kind of aura- calm, laid-back; unlike Will. "Wyatt aye, that name seems familiar, I might have heard it from Twigg." She thought out loud, and when she realized she was still holding his hand she pulled back like she had touched fire or something. "Sorry." Emma raised a brow and smiled a crooked grin. "I wasn't trying to hold you hand or anything." Emma stated and she felt the top of her cheek blush pink; so she put a cool hand to either cheek to hide her blush and to cool herself down.
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Post by Wyatt Astley on Mar 23, 2008 2:37:31 GMT -5
"Would you be upset with me if I called you Emmaline?" Wyatt asked not sure if the nickname was preferred or merely just another option. He felt Emmaline had a better flow to it, Emma sounded a little to common, but if it was what the girl preferred he would use it without another question on the matter.
"You're friends with Twigg?" Wyatt asked intrigued by the idea that Emmaline and Twigg be acquainted enough that he come up in conversation. Of course he wasn't quite thrilled that Emmaline would have been hearing things about him from Twigg as they would be the type of things he wasn't quite sure he wanted her to hear about him at this point.
"It's okay, I didn't mind," Wyatt said with a short soft laugh as he returned his hand quickly to his side.
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