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Post by Drizzle Janice Benetto on May 18, 2011 13:20:10 GMT -7
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A bonfire? Sure. The lake? Sure, why not? Not knowing what they were celebrating… well, that was a new one.
Drizzle’s idea of fun wasn’t exactly this, but she was curious. She wanted to know what they were celebrating, and plus, she needed to relax a little bit. There was far too much going on in her life to just stay in her dorm and do nothing. Still, this didn’t seem like such a good idea, especially since no one knew what the occasion was. She’d been discussing it with her roommates, but none of them seemed to know, either.
She’d brought her guitar with her, not quite knowing what else to bring. She doubted she could sing anything here, but that was fine. She knew a certain Joan of Arc that would probably be very nervous and could probably use some distracting; the guitar could have some use there. It probably wouldn’t do much, but a girl could try, no? Or, at least so she hoped. She was willing to sing until she lost her voice, if she had to, to help.
For the most part, she was having fun. She’d already chatted a little bit with a few friends, and was now walking around by herself, looking for something to do. She’d brought some potato chips with her, too, and was now eating a few of them, with her gaze set blankly on the horizon. "Let’s just hope no one will get into trouble out here…”she mused to herself. Any sort of trouble, really. She really, really hoped no one would end up getting burned, or that none of the students decided to be stupid and bring alcohol, or… other stuff. Really, if offered anything suspicious, she would decline. Janis Joplin didn’t need any more trouble in this life, and especially not if it involved alcohol and drugs. That had killed her before, she didn’t want that… especially not at freaking twenty seven years old. Not again.
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Word Count: 329
Tags: Open, cuz I say so XD
Muse: The Bangles-Eternal Flame
Notes: Muahaha, song/fire reference. Double win. >]
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Post by Shannon Liam Fredrickson on May 20, 2011 15:33:47 GMT -7
Being social was something that was way beyond Freddie's capabilities. He could play the piano. He could play guitar. He could sing in front of large crowds. He'd sing anything you want. But take the music away from him and he was a fish out of water. It was something the painfully shy boy really needed to work on. He truly was a sweet heart when one knew him...only...it was difficult to get to know Freddie. He didn't open up much and in a conversation, he put forth very little. He preferred listening anyway. His British accent sounded very odd compared to all the American accents around him. And what could he possibly add to a conversation? All he knew well was music. He supposed he could have impressed some people and sing some Queen while doing a Freddie Mercury "impersonation", but Freddie wasn't out to win friends by being flashy and impressing them He just...wanted someone to talk to.
So, this bonfire...this little spontaneous get together in heaven...it was both a good idea and a terrible one wrapped into one event. It was great that he was out and about...but this was terrible all the same because he was around one of his biggest fears: Other people. He was happy he'd brought his guitar because so far the socializing aspect of this bonfire was not really working out for him. He said hello to a few people, but he hardly knew how to get a conversation going. Once again: people skills. He needed them. Badly.
For a while, he lingered by people. Not with them. Just...by them. He watched the fire from behind his sunglasses and looked around at a few people. He saw familiar faces, but none very welcoming. They were mostly familiar because he'd seen them in class or something. No one he truly spoke to. So, after a while of awkward lingering, Freddie decided to distance himself, as usual.
He turned his back on the fire and the people crowded around it and decided to enjoy the evening at a distance. By his lonesome. As usual. This was really counter productive. He came here to be a social butterfly but all he did was crawl back into his cocoon and hide. He sat down on the grass, holding his guitar in his lap. Well, if someone really wanted to come talk to him...they could walk over here and start a conversation. He would follow once one was started. But...nothing was going on right now. No conversation or even people glancing his way. So, he decided to pass time by doing what he did best — playing guitar and singing. Simple pass times, but they kept him busy regardless of how silly the task was. He had no interest in drugs or in drinking to keep him busy. The occasional drink was nice, but he was, by no means, an alcoholic.
He played quietly. If he wished, he could have given a full performance, complete with dancing at everything. He could have shocked the hell out of everyone with the person he could be. He could have gotten a lot of people wanting to talk to him them and a lot of attention. But Freddie simply didn't want that much. He'd be satisfied with one person.
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WORD COUNT: 557...this sucked
LISTENING TO: fuel to the fire - the maine
OUTFIT: hurr
COMMENTS: sorry if this makes no sense |
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Post by Drizzle Janice Benetto on May 21, 2011 21:50:50 GMT -7
WISH I'D NEVER GROWN UPI wish I'd never grown up ==================
What had drawn her into the RSOR had been quite simple. A small conference about addictions. She had been okay at first. AA members had started talking about their experiences, and she had started to panic as the few last minutes of her previous life started to flash across her eyes, and the next thing she knew was that one of the older students was pulling her gently out of the room. It had only taken a few questions to make her reveal her identity and be recruited into RSOR. It had been too simple, but to attend a conference about her worst fear… it wasn’t her idea of a good time.
At some point, someone around the bonfire offered her a drink, and she declined politely. She wasn’t going to take the risk of accidentally getting drunk and… all that. She had come here to have fun, and to some extent, she was enjoying herself. She’d chatted with some of her friends for a bit, with her roommates and a few other random people. She sighed a little in slight boredom. Drizzle could swear, this wasn’t as great as she had expected it. True, she couldn’t compare it to Woodstock’s, but she had expected it to be a little more exciting.
In the search for something to do, she wandered around, staying at a proud distance of all the people who were drinking. Until she picked the sound of the guitar playing, and looked about to see where it had come from. Really, she just had to. It was like a part of her nature. She ran about the place, until she came across a familiar figure. Yes, he was playing the guitar. She snuck toward his side, getting ready to tackle him, when she suddenly recognized him. Freddie. Freddie Mercury. She grinned brightly at him. ”Hey, Freddie,”she said happily, and quickly offered him the bag of potato chips she had brought with her. ”Do you want some? How’s your night going?”she asked hapily.
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Word Count: 335
Tags: Open, cuz I say so XD
Muse: Nope
Notes: I'm sleepy now... night!
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Post by Shannon Liam Fredrickson on May 27, 2011 21:18:51 GMT -7
Sure, he was accustomed to loneliness. With a name like "Shannon" and his natural introverted personality, he was kind of a target for bullies back in the day. Even now, the lanky, awkward, quiet British teenager had those who picked on him (can you say...Tamara? Or...Talia? Yeah. Freddie could. And he said those names with utter and complete fear.) So, the path of a loner and many quiet times on his own was something he was used to. He usually used said time to write music. Or read books. Perhaps play the occasional video game, though Freddie was not really one to waste time in front of the boob tube.
But that didn't mean he was a fan of being alone. Though used to it, Freddie preferred company. Achieving company was the difficult part for him. ...So was the keeping part of it. People were just difficult. So difficult, yet necessary.
People. People hurt you. People betray you. People lie to you. People turn their backs and abandon you. People let you down. People mock you. People stand in your way. People are God's curse to earth. A wretched, cruel curse. Yet, all the same, people are a gift. People can be your shoulder to cry on. People comfort. People love. People are loyal. People help you. People were truly complicated creatures. They were awful, yet so lovable at times. What an easier world this would be without people! What a boring world it would be...
Freddie laid back, the spring green grass as his mat as he played out a few chords. They were familiar...what song was this? His head tilted to the side as he thought about it. He played the chord progression over and over, trying to place it. What was it...?
"The dog days are over..." He sang softly to himself before a smile broke out on his face. That was it! That was the song. The Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine. Freddie grinned, sat up again, looked down at his guitar and sang as his fingers skillfully pressed down the chords:
"Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father!
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers!
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive"
He was lost in his music. He could see the pitch black notes on a staff dancing before him as he played, a grin working it's way onto his face. His world currently consisted only of him and the music he played. So when Drizzle entered the scene, her company was no unwelcome, just...a bit of a shock. When she spoke ( ”Hey, Freddie,”), he jumped and screwed up the chord he was about to play. An ugly sound came from his guitar and the music dancing before his eyes disappeared. He looked up and his smile quickly came back when he saw Drizzle.
”Do you want some? How’s your night going?”
"'Ello," He said softly in return, looking back down at his guitar and still grinning. He shook his head politely at the offer for chips and said "Thank you, though." He sighed, "My night has been uneventful. I've just been...walking about and playing this 'ere guitar."
He had no interesting people to speak of because he refused to speak to tackle his fears and speak to people. "And you?" He returned the question, tilting his head and looking back down at his guitar.
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WORD COUNT: 587. DONE.
LISTENING TO: florence + the machine
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