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Post by HARLEY MASON on Nov 5, 2009 21:00:14 GMT -6
 I'VE JUST SEEN A FACEI CAN'T FORGET THE TIME OR PLACE THAT WE'D JUST MET* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Harley just found himself sitting there, on a bench, watching these two kids throw a football back and forth, back and forth. He started thinking. Mostly thoughts that were harmless, had nothing to do with anything. But one thing he couldn't stop thinking about was the fact that he didn't know where his life went. Here he was, twenty-five, without anything to show for it. He lived in an apartment close to the Lord Windor Hotel, he biked to work everyday, and he didn't have anything close to a family. He knew that many people had set up their whole lives by the time they were twenty-five. They had at least one kid already, a steady, good paying job, and a future that looked bright on the horizon, like the sunset. Harley was looking the wrong way. All he saw was darkness, while the sun set behind him on some other person's dream.
A sigh escaped the boy's mouth as he watched the two young boys and their football. Life was so easy for them. No worries, no bills, no trouble. They were probably going to find the girls of their dreams and have beautiful lives. He wondered if they were staying at the hotel he worked at. Probably. They probably came from England, where they had a beautiful mansion on the country side. Harley rolled his eyes. He always found himself doing that, thinking up life stories for the people staying at the hotel. Where did they come from? Why did they come here? Are they on a honeymoon? Of course, you could spot the honeymooners a mile away. They had that "just married" glow about them and they were always snuggled up to eachother. It was sickening. But Harley wished it was him with some beautiful girl. Sadly, it wasn't.
"Why is my life so dull?" Harley asked no one. The wind answered him and blew his hair around his face. Sighing once again, Harley counted the number of lines on the palm of his hand. He lost count a few times and restarted. After the fourth time he threw his hand away in disgust, mostly at himself, and returned to watching the boys, who had now began to wrestle on the ground. Being youthful was so easy.
Okay, you're probably wondering why Harley was so down right now. Harley, the ever happy Harley, was just having one of his off days. They happened from time to time and when someone or something didn't stop him from thinking about his life, he often got depressed. He liked distractions, and could definitely use one right about now. Too bad he couldn't think of anything to do.
WORDS COUNT 447 STATUS Complete OUTFIT CLICKNOTES ummm CREDIT MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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Post by AMELIA QUINN on Nov 6, 2009 21:21:29 GMT -6
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What a wonderful way to spend her day off. Amelia found herself sitting at her comfortable leather couch, staring at the dark screen of her television screen. She had been watching old reruns of romantic comedies - a small treat to herself and a deep dark secret of her own. Amelia was the last woman one would think as the romantic comedy type of moviegoer. Now, she was at a loss.
Her groceries were already bought and safely placed in her kitchen. She had even taking a whirl on her treadmill that was neatly tucked away in a corner of her spacious living room. She would meet up with her friends...if she had that many. Outside of work, her interaction with the other human beings in the world was nonexistent. Although she hated to admit it, she was a workaholic. She was also slowly going crazy. She had to get out of her apartment.
After brushing her hair swiftly and making sure she's presentable for the public, Amelia rushed out her door. The elevator took too long, so she had opted for the stairs. The staircase echoed as she descended, her heels - yes, she was one of those women - clicked loudly and she couldn't help but wince a bit. She hated loud noises.
As soon as she turned into the open streets, she was immediately immersed in a myriad of noises. People were walking by, and as she joined the mass, she caught snippets of conversation around her. Some people never realize how much someone could learn from them just because of the lack of discretion on their part. She hated it when people got into her business, but apparently, some people liked to have their issues flaunted and paraded in front of the world.
Eventually, after a while of meandering, she found herself at the recreational fields. There were a few couples, and a lot of teens running around tossing whatever ball they happened to have at hand. She was about to turn around, after all, she was in heels and the recreational fields was definitely not the best place for her to take a stroll. Of course, that was before she caught the familiar profile of her employee and oddly enough, friend - Harley. She needed to talk to him anyways, about something not work-related. It had been ages since they had hung out. A sly grin crossed her face as she made her way to him quietly from behind. He seemed to be talking to himself again.
"Why is my life so dull?" She heard him say. She waited as the wind ruffled around them, and blowing her dark red hair every which way. She took a moment to settle herself once more before waiting for him to do something. It wasn't often that she could observe Harley freely - they were usually working and handling guests. He wasn't going to speak to himself anymore, and when he started fidgeting, she pounced, shoving her hands somewhat roughly against his shoulders.
"That would be because you talk to yourself. Any sane woman would run like the wind when they first catch sight of you, you nutcase." Amelia smirked, answering his question. If what she said was true, then she must be insane. He was one of her closest friends, although he did tend to get on her nerves occasionally. "Hey, Harley."
She moved around to sit beside him.
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