Post by Alix Costella on Mar 31, 2007 16:13:54 GMT -5
take my hand.
they fit so perfect.
squeeze it tight.
break my wrist.
total fear.
feel my heart beat.
clutch my chest.
break my ribs.
silent voice.
numbing fear.
abandoned life.
you have lost.
they fit so perfect.
squeeze it tight.
break my wrist.
total fear.
feel my heart beat.
clutch my chest.
break my ribs.
silent voice.
numbing fear.
abandoned life.
you have lost.
"Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day. Screw the kids that want to play. Rain, rain go away!"
[/b]A loud laugh could be heard after the female sang her little song, a large smile was spread across her face. Today was one of the girl's more, well, crazy days, and this proved it. Another high-pitched giggle was given after she realized how she had butchered the song, yet her words seemed fine. At least they went with the tune. Who cares if she got the exact words wrong, it wasn't like there was anyone out there to hear there, right? Of course, she always picked a time when she's alone to show her true colors. Proof that she could have fun, right? Well, at least she could have fun when she's alone.
Cutting the large smile down to a grin, Alix looked up at the sky, noticing the fact that both the moon and the stars were shielded by clouds. Well, no wonder. It was drizzling lightly, though that didn't matter much to Alix. She actually found the rain quite pleasant, mind you. No umbrella was there to protect her from the rain, not even a sweatshirt to cover her arms. One of the few times that she would allow herself to be without a sweatshirt was when she's alone. No one would see her without it (how could anyone see her if she was alone.) She had a plain, black wife beater on, a slight bulge replaced her typically flat stomach. But, we can't say that she didn't come prepared. A black Slipknot hoodie laid on a stump a few meters away from her, still drenched from the rain. Her bottom half was completely concieled by a pair of camoflauge hued cargo pants. They were baggier than her typical pants, but extremelly comfortable. One of her favorite pairs of pants, in truth. And, tonight, they were perfect for the mood she was in. She didn't have to worry about how she looked at all, and truly, she rarely cared. Her appearance had never really mattered to her, she was one of the many people who could say that she didn't care what other people thought of her, and one of the few who really meant it. But, hey, that's Alix for you.
The female stopped skipping (yes, she had been skipping), biting her lip slowly as she took a look around. A hand was lifted to her face so she could brush the damp, generally tangled mass of black hair from her vision, eyes looking around in a somewhat calm manner. Well, this was turning out to be a bit of fun for her. She came out to the forest for a walk, something her boredom forced her to do, it starts raining, and then she starts singing and skipping around. Alix giggled lightly as she reviewed the course of her actions, she seemed so...childish? No, perhaps immature would be the correct word. Or something along those lines. But this, of course, was such typical behavior. It came as no surprise to her that she had chosen to act like this; she usually ended up acting in such ways once in a while. But, of course, it depended on her mood. And today, her mood was extremelly good; something that had been somewhat rare over the last week or two. In truth, she had been dreading her return to the camp. She hated mingling with people of other steriotypes, but was expected to do such at this camp. At least there was a possibility that she could avoid going for the 'prep' label this session. And she planned on doing everything in her power to avoid mingling with campers of that steroitype (unless she felt bored enough to provoke them in one way or another.) And there was a possibility that thatwould end up happening.
Drawing in the scent of damp forest dirt and wood, the female sat down on a fallen log, ignoring the damp feeling that seeped through her pants as she sat. The current condition of her pants was meaningless to her. They would dry soon enough. And, in truth, she could care less about how dry they got. But she knew that they would begin to dry now. Everything would begin to dry now. Alix glanced up at the dark sky once more. It had stopped raining, which was fine with the her. She had gotten wet enough already. Sighing lightly, Alix debated whether to start to go back to her cabin now or not. It was only about 9:45, and she didn't have to be back for the sake of the curfew for more than an hour, but she was getting a tad bored out here now. Somehow, that didn't surprise Alix When it stops raining, she gets bored. Well, she should've seen that coming. Alix sighed once more, deciding to spend at least a few more minutes out in the forest. Yeah, that's what she would do.[/size][/center]
