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Post by DAISUKE SASAKI on Jun 10, 2010 13:48:42 GMT -5
The sun was shining though the opened window, the day seemed pleasant. The wind was there, but not to strong. It was calm. It was the perfect opportunity for Daisuke Sasaki to go to the park. His darkened eyes, looked outside. There wasn't school today, and it couldn't have been better timing to go to the park, and draw. He sat down on his bed, his knees bent in an almost crouched position as he put his finger to his mouth wondering if he should go out today or not. The young man finally came to a conclusion. He should just go. He sat down normally for a moment, and stood right up. Stretching, he walked over to his dresser pulling out a pair of dark blue slightly baggy blue jeans, and a black and white t-shirt with a lighting bolt symbol on the front with yellow splattered behind the symbol.
He stood there for a moment, with no shirt and his boxers on. Quickly, he pulled on his shirt, and the jeans before heading off into the bathroom to go about his business slamming the door shut behind him. The door opened 5 minutes later, the guy's hair brushed but had that slight messy look, his teeth brushed, and what not done with. Walking out into the kitchen, he spotted his mother in the kitchen. She turned to him, and smiled. Her dark eyes, the same ones he had looked at him. Her long locks of black hair flowing down her back. If one were to see his mother obviously, that's where he got his looks from but more boy-ish of course.
" Daisuke? Are you going out today? " She said sweetly, looking over at him with serene smile upon her lips. Daisuke stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture a bit slouched.
"Yeah. I guess. Probably out to the park to draw or something." He placed his black art bag over his shoulder and looked at his mother, " Not sure when I'll be back. I'll have my cell on if you need me call it, alright?" His mother shook her head and nodded, as he headed out the door.
" Be careful, Daisuke-kun!" His mother called after him, and he shook his head and made a quickly signal with his fingers towards his mother, signifying his goodbye. He walked at a steady pace, making sure to watch where he was going. He passed by the local convenience store and paused for a moment, wondering whether to go in to get some sweets or not. He shrugged his shoulders and passed by it heading towards the park.
Arriving he took a place by a shaded tree, and sat down upon the ground legs crossed. Unzipping his bag, he pulled out his sketch pad, a pencil and an eraser and zipped the bag back up placing it next to him. His eyes focused on a fountain in the park. He wondered if he could draw it, see if he could get the water flowing correctly, the right proportions and what not. This interested him. So he made the fountain his center of focus. He concentrated on his work, and was so engulfed in it, he failed to notice the other things going on around him.
WORDS! 549
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Anyone who wishes to be.
NOTES! Anyone can feel free to join I don't mind. :3
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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Post by AUBREY VALENTINE on Jun 12, 2010 19:49:10 GMT -5
[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] No, I'm no angel
No, I'm no stranger to the dark[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] Something big and soft smacked him in the back of the head but all he saw was darkness. Despite the softness of the object, a small headache still grew in the back of his mind. The only response he gave to the attacker was a low groan. Then, suddenly, the cold air bit at Aubrey's bare back as his source of warmth was ripped from him violently. Another annoyed groan escaped him and then light flooded his sensitive eyes. An angry hiss parted from clenched teeth as he rolled off his bed and straight to the floor, shielding his eyes from the bright rays that spilled from his open window. "Get your lazy butt up and go walk Marco! Daddy said that I can take Marco to the pound if you didn't get up."
With the voice of the devil making his ears bleed, he sat up and glared at his sister, Carina. It wasn't the first time she's made that threat and it isn't the first time that it's worked. Rubbing his face with his hands he slowly got to his feet and started to shove the younger sibling out of his room. "Go, shoo, don't bother me. Let me get dressed and then I'll take Marco out for a walk." And, with that, he roughly shoved the horrid demon that dared share his last name out of his room. Slamming the door shut behind her, he turned back to stare out the window. The weather looked fair and the sun was blindingly bright. He was going to need his shades today.
Walking into his closet, he pulled out a white fitting shirt and a red button up before walking to a dresser and grabbing a pair of black jeans. He quickly threw on the clothes, leaving the button-up unbuttoned so his white shirt was still visible. He took a look around his room for a moment, searching for his black sunglasses. Once he found them, he stuffed them into his pocket and then left his room, stopping by the bathroom to do his quick routine then heading out toward the front door. Though, he made a quick trip into the kitchen to raid the pantry. Carina liked to play a game called hide the candy which made Aubrey's life hell.
His diet was pretty simple, consisting of lollipops, energy drinks, sodas, and various other types of junk food. His family liked to joke that it was a miracle he hasn't developed diabetes or dropped off from a heart attack. And the fact that he was one of the laziest people to ever lay across the face of the earth, it truly was a wonder that he was also one of the healthiest.
Rummaging through the pantry, he heard the familiar clicking of nails on the tile of the floor. He knew that Marco was behind now, expecting to go frolic through town in any second. He knew he had to hurry because Marco could get antsy sometimes.
He finally managed to find his sweet treats cleverly stashed in a red box of mix-and-cook mashed potatoes. The kind that you just add water and put on a stove. Retrieving the lollipops, he stuffed them into his jeans pocket and turned to face the massive black and white great dane. A soft grin spread on his lips as he looked at Marco. He really did care for his dog.
Patting his hip and walking out of the kitchen, Marco's tail wagged and followed Aubrey. He grabbed the black leash and turned to hook it to Marco's collar and, with that, they were out.
He let the huge dog lead him wherever he wanted to go. With his glasses on, his eyes were protected from the harsh light so he really didn't care where they went and how long they were gone. As long as his annoying brat of a sister didn't creepily and randomly pop up someplace, he didn't really care.
Soon he found himself at the park. Warm breezes caused his red button-up to fluttered out behind him slightly. He had to admit, he looked pretty good. With his infamous smirk that looked as if it belonged to the devil himself, he strut his stuff around the park as Marco walked wherever he wanted.
Heads turned and girls giggled shyly as he walked by. Not like he payed too much attention. Occasionally he would nod in the direction of an exceptional hotty but he wasn't in the mood for talking. He wanted to soak in the attention he seemed to be getting. Or at least thought he was getting.
However his time to shine was short lived. A sound made the black ears on Marco's large head perk up. All of a sudden the lazy pace he was sporting turned into a violent run and Aubrey found himself being jerked forward before he oh so smoothly fell flat on his face, the leash being jerked from his hand.
It took a second but he was soon back on his feet, running after the dog. "MARCO!" he shouted angrily after the dog as he tried to catch up to the beast. Marco was a fast little bugger and most things that were in front of the dog, Aubrey couldn't see.
The black-haired guy was no exception. Aubrey didn't see him until it was too late. The giant great dane leaped over him as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Too bad for Aubrey he didn't have mad skills of his dog and ended up tripping over the black-haired artist, tumbling to the ground on the other side with a heavy, "Oomph! Ugh...."
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Word Count: Enough
Music: I'm No Angel by The Allman Brothers Band
Notes: Sorry for having Aubrey fall all over him D: [/size] |
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Post by DAISUKE SASAKI on Jun 13, 2010 21:05:36 GMT -5
The boy paid no mind to everything else around him for the moment. His eyes were directly on the fountain, his pencil moving smoothly acrossed the paper. He closed his eyes for a moment, invisioning the image of the fountain in his head the way he wanted to draw it. His eyes opened slowly, as he smiled lightly, as erased a corner of the fountain and redraw it more rounded yet, the edge he made jagged.
Daisuke's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he flipped open his phone and responded to a text from a friend replying; I'm busy right now. I'll text you back later. He sent it and shoved the phone back into his pocket and kept drawing. He shook his head, as he thought of what he could add to his drawing. He looked at it, and started drawing a base ofr a person sitting on the fountain, their hand playing in the water. He hadn't decided the gender yet but he would soon.
His dark grey eyes looked up into the tree leaves. The sunlight slightly showing through. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe of the fresh air. It was an incredible day. It felt so nice out. It was so peaceful so quiet.. "MARCO!" A loud shout was heard and immeaditely Daisuke's eyes shot upon. It was quiet.He looked around to locate the sound. He shrugged it off not finding as source of the yell, and he closed his eyes once more to think of ideas for his drawing.
Suddenly he felt something move over him and he opened his eyes and blinked in surprise. He hit his head on the trunk of the tree, since it made him jump. " Ow!" He rubbed his head, and his eyes widened as a guy came flying and he watched as the guy came at him and tripped over him and he lost his sketchpad in the scuffle. Daisuke wasn't to worried about that right now, or himself as he looked at the other guy," Hey! Are you alright? " He asked being worried the guy.
His eyes looked over the guy as he sat up crouched, and barefoot. As he placed his thumb to his mouth, and looked over at him awaiting a reply.
WORDS! 382
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Aubrey, and anyone else who wishes to join in the future
NOTES! Sorry it seems so short. ;_;
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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Post by AUBREY VALENTINE on Jun 20, 2010 11:48:04 GMT -5
[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] No, I'm no angel
No, I'm no stranger to the dark[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] For a split second, he couldn't breathe. For a split second, all he saw was a black abyss and all he heard was a haunting silence. But this was all for just one little split second, right? That split second felt like minutes inching across the clock as if those last few minutes marked the release of an eager student to leave school. Panic clawed at his mind, telling him to breathe, to drag in the oxygen but he couldn't seem to find it.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. For a brief moment, everything seemed a little fuzzy and blurry. As if he has stepped behind wax paper. He could see basic shapes and hues but no solid lines. Staring at something the color of gray and quite large, he tried to focus, willing shapes to form until he saw it. A fountain. Good, now he knew he was okay.
A voice rung in his head. It was asking him if he was okay. Slowly, he rolled onto his back, rubbing his face. A slight sting told him that he scraped skin but nothing too major. Drawing his hand away, there was no scarlet letters. His nose wasn't bleeding. Lazily, he turned his head to gaze at the dark-haired fellow he has so kindly fallen over. He must have been the voice inside his mind asking if he was okay.
"I think I'm okay. No broken bones and my nose isn't bleeding. I'll live," with a grunt he slowly pushed himself up so he was sitting in front of the guy now. "It seems I couldn't help but fall for you," he chuckled lightly. Yep. He was a-okay. Flirting came as often as breathing to Aubrey. If he was flirting, he was perfectly fine.
Running a hand through his hair, he looked around for the giant dog that had caused this. The great dane was chasing another dog and with a whistle screeching from Aubrey, the dog started to make his way back toward him. "Come on, Marco!" he demanded sternly and the dog quickened it's pace until it stopped beside the white-haired fellow for a moment before circling around the other, sniffing at the dark-haired guy. Once Marco had established that the other meant no harm, he rolled onto his belly in front of him, asking for a belly rub with his tail thumping the ground rhythmically.
A smirk loomed on Aubrey's lips as he watched Marco do all of this. Some guard dog he turned out to be. "Looks like Marco likes you."
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Word Count: Enough
Music: I'm No Angel by The Allman Brothers Band
Notes: Don't worry~ Mine's short too :3 [/size] |
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Post by DAISUKE SASAKI on Jun 22, 2010 21:53:49 GMT -5
Worry struck over him, when he didn't answer at first. He was about to say something, as he heard him speak. He decided not too hearing, that he'd be alright. Brushing a hand through his black hair, he nodded. " Well, I'm glad.. " He spoke as the other guy sat up, his eyes blinked curiously a few times. Was he trying to flirt with him? His eyes widened, his cheeks tinted with a bit of pink now. That was definitely flirting line.
" Yeah.. the fall could have been alot less painful, I'm sure. " Daisuke was unsure whether to flirt back or not. Honeslty, he wouldn't mind it at all too much. But after he just took a fall like that, his mind was a bit confused as to why a line like that came from him. He pondered this a moment, his thumb, by his bottom lip. Finally he moved his hand and shrugged it off. It was probably in his nature, or something.
His head turned in the direction of the dog. Surely, from it's size Daisuke deducted it was a great dane. He tensed up a moment, as the dog padded over to the other male, and came near him. He liked dogs, but wondered whether it was friendly or not. He blinked seeing the dog rolled over, the answer to his question was answered. A small smile formed on his lips as he reached over and softly petted the dog's belly. A chuckle escaped his lips. What a big softie, the dog was. At least to Daisuke's knowledge it seemed that way.
Hearing the guy's voice again, he looked over at him. The smile became bigger, and he nodded. " Yeah seems so, " he said softly brushing his hand against the dog once more, " He seems friendly. Isn't that how they generally are? Great Danes, I mean. I thought they had the nickname of gentle giants, or something or another other. " Using his other hand, he closed his sketch pad and placed it in his bag.
" So the dog is called Marco, but do I have the pleasure of knowing your name? " He sat up, in the usual weird position he sat in. The one, where his knees were bent, and his thumb was lightly pressed against his bottom lip. He was even barefoot. Which some could find that strange, but to him it was an everyday thing.
WORDS! 410
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Aubrey, and anyone else who wishes to join in the future
NOTES! Finally I got it done. :3
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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