Re: Saying Goodbye (Open) « Reply #15 on Feb 17, 2007, 11:19pm »
Actions always seemed to speak louder than words. And over the past few weeks, Leanne must have gotten rather good at showing how she felt through her actions, because after not having said anything but a few words to Marquez he had figured out that she wasn't just here to say a simple goodbye. Most times, what wasn't said, was best, but at others, its the words people didn't say that got in the way. She herself haden't figured out which one of these theories applied to her current situation, but than again, it could have been both.
Continuing to avoid eye contact with the boy next to her, Leanne put her head back, so her brown eyes were now on the sky above. "Um...Not exactly. Theres alot of things I wish I could have told Jim. Just never...Found the right time or place to say em." She replied with little hesitation. Oh and like this is the right time or place? rang the voice of her conscience in her head. Its not like she was going to just come out and say, "Marq...Jimmy killed Talone. Thats why he killed himself. And for some stupid girl to boot!" Like it was said...The graveyard just didn't seem the place to let it all out. Now if she had been the only one there, then it may have been a different story. Talking to Jimmy would just have to wait.
Re: Saying Goodbye (Open) « Reply #16 on Feb 18, 2007, 1:42am »
Most people might not have picked up on what was beneath the words, what was in the motions. Marquez was just good at that. When you didn’t talk you, listened and watched. It was one of those things he grew up with. Observing those around him, well he lived inside himself. Well he learned to keep secrets and run faster, he learned to watch for the subtle things. When his father looked him in the eye it meant he was proud, when he shook his head slightly it meant he wasn’t pleased. One of his girlfriends twirled her hair when she was nervous, another bit her lip when she was about to say something important. One of his friends had often tapped his fingers against his leg when he didn’t want to do something, but knew he had to. All those little things, that was the signs he looked for. Marc noticed what most people didn’t, the simple patterns in life. The things people said with habits and body language without realizing they were doing it.
“Yeah, there was things I would have liked to say to,” he said sombrely before adding in a more humorous tone, “Like, hey Jimmy you know back in grade eight I had a huge crush on you.” Laughing a bit he said, “You know I don’t think I’ve ever actually said that out loud.” When he had liked Jim it had been something he had to keep a huge secret. He feared what it meant and what it could do to him. He had never told a soul, not even his sister. Sure he had told his sister first when he knew for sure he was bi, but he didn’t tell her how he actually knew. After it had happened, he had never brought it up. It remained buried until that very moment. Lying back in the grass he looked up at the sky. “You know the story of Syrius and Malta?” he asked, grasping at the stars for pointless conversation.
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Re: Saying Goodbye (Open) « Reply #17 on Feb 18, 2007, 1:37pm »
Most people would have pushed it. Her tone alone told a different story than the one she had actually given. There was something else Leanne was hiding, but fortunatly, Marquez haden't pushed her to spill. The things on the girls mind were best left unsaid...For now. Letting a laugh escape her pink lips, Leanne was slightly surprised by the comment, "Maybe its a good thing hes dead than...That alone would have killed him," she added in a sarcastic tone, proving she had only meant it as a joke. Jimmy was a tough guy with a soft heart. He was strong willed, and determined, but only on his own terms. There wasn't much that phased the guy. He surely wouldn't have been phased by the idea of being the apple of some guys eye. After all, Marquez probably wasn't the only one.
Watching her friend lay down, only to turn his gaze to the stars, Leanne stayed in her sitting position, fiddling with pieces of grass between her fingers, "Syrius and Malta?" She asked, hearing his question. Though a bright girl, who withheld the best grades possible, there was alot she didn't know, this was one of the many.
Re: Saying Goodbye (Open) « Reply #18 on Feb 18, 2007, 2:45pm »
Smirking he added, “Or killed me,” in a humorous tone. In truth it could have meant social suicide and a lot of hard things, but now who cared about social standings? Marc was just going through life being himself and doing what he wanted most of the time. Screw it if it meant he didn’t have too many friends, or any dates for Saturday night. What did he really care if he spent his time at a grave instead of getting laid? Now he found it funny he used to look down at the wests and think they had nothing. He know saw it, they had love, they had freedom. There weren’t those normal pressures constantly pounding on him, their was just a bit of gang stuff and other than that he did as he pleased. Despite what he had lost and the pain of it all he was happier as a west than an east.
“In the begging of time, when gods still roamed the earth, the Lord of Water and the Goddess of Fire were siblings that loved each other very much. The Lord of the Winds grew jealous though and split their bonds with lies and deceit. A war came to be until Wind was imprisoned, but the bitterness and hurt remained. It was in these times where the two sides were filled with resentment that Syrius, of the water, and Malta, of the fire, came to be. They met each other and fell in love, looking past their parents’ feud to discover happiness and breaking a law in the process. Fire and Water were no longer supposed to mix. The only place they can be together, is in the heavens.” Pointing at a star that seemed to flash red and blue he added, “United as a star.” Shrugging his shoulders he said, “It’s one of my favourite myths.” This was probably the longest speech Marc had made in his life, but he was in that sort of mood. Sharing odd little things, whether they be secrets he kept, or stories.
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Re: Saying Goodbye (Open) « Reply #19 on Feb 18, 2007, 3:26pm »
"Or killed me... Leanne heard next. Your one of the lucky ones... she thought. Anyone would have been lucky not to be the one Jimmy went after. As for the Malone boy, he was one of the unfortunate ones. It still phased her how somone so accomplished could go and pull the trigger just like that. Everything he had was lost in an instant. Though it had been surprising to hear how Jimmy had killed someone on his own free will, if what Marquez said was possible now, Leanne wouldn't have been surprised. The Fisher family was capable of many things. Success, business, and to top it all off, murder. Who knew...
Setting her mind on other things, such as the story Severin had started to explain, Leanne played close attention to the plot. If there was one thing she wasn't looking for at the moment, it was love. With love came heartache, and at this point, Leanne had enough of that. Besides, in a way, relationships were over rated. If you don’t stay in contact with someone, you don’t talk at all…If you try and create new relationships…Old one are ruined, and if you try to go after something you want in someone…You get bitched at for it. It was just to much to deal with for one simple thing.
As his story came to an end, Leanne looked up at the stars, tilting her head back so that her blonde curls were hanging loose down her back. Two stars, one story. Thats all it took to change how you looked at something. Before, the stars had just been stars. Something you wished you could see every night. They were soothing in a way, but when you thought about it, most of them had stories, just like people. Some shone brighter than others, some were small while others stood as giant masses in the sky. But each one had a story behind it.
"If only it was that easy hey? Love, life, war...If only it was as easy as 'happily ever after?' the girl next to Marquez said gently, as she looked over at him, laying on the ground, seeming so carefree, and comfortable with himself.
Re: Saying Goodbye (Open) « Reply #20 on Feb 19, 2007, 6:40pm »
As soon as Marc had been through a very short Girls-Are-Icky phase he wished for love. He had watched a lot of tv, some of it stuff he shouldn’t have and the idea of love seemed so pure. It was something that he couldn’t even imagine, and he had wanted it. Growing up it had faded, but he still had a desire to feel love. Unlike a lot of people he was willing to put his heart on the line, countless times. For one thing he flirted with guys, or asked them out, often resulting in rejection. It had always been fairly easy to get a girlfriend, but never a boyfriend and he had never found a girl who captured his heart. He had never had the unbearable desire to be near someone, or the feeling that someone for once understood him or tried to. Sure he had crushes and girlfriends, but it was never to that level, the level he classified as love. He’d suffer through ever bit of bad, just to get a glimpse of something good.
Fluffing his hair absently Marc watched each star, placing the constellations and the stories and then relaxing in the beauty of it. He felt small, like his troubles didn’t matter when he looked up into the never ending darkness. The pinholes of lights soothed his mind and he was at peace, even on such a sorrowful night. Sometimes he felt like a nerd, loving the sky and being able to name the stars, but if you really looked, what wasn’t there to love? People believed the heavens held an afterlife, sometimes Marc felt it did, that people turned into stars, energy.
Smiling Marc closed his eyes a moment, “Who says it’s not? Maybe we just think it’s so hard. Maybe we just don’t get it, or how easy it could be.” Opening his eyes enough for his brown irises to show and flick to Leanne he added, “Or at least through all the troubles, all the heartache and devastation. At the end of the effort and everything that we put into it, all the tears and screaming. I like to think at the end of it all there may be a happily ever after, if not in this life in the next.” Shrugging his shoulders even with the ground behind him he laughed and said, “Anyway it turns out I’m glad I got to see you again, I haven’t felt this relaxed with someone in ages.”
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