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Post by FLORENCE ABIGAIL KNIXTON on May 10, 2010 15:29:23 GMT -6
 I JUST WANNA SEE YOUR PICTURE
With winter out of the way, the rain had finally stopped pouring down on the LA area. Instead of snow, they pretty much just got rained on. But as it was slowly creeping into May, the sunshine was beginning to grace the days with it's complete presence. And Florence couldn't be happier about it. She liked rain and she liked snow, but only in small quantities. Sunshine was what she really liked. The springtime and the autumn were her favourite seasons because it was the happy medium between a sticky hot summer and a rainy, cloudy winter. Southern California didn't disappoint, she loved being within driving distance to some of the best beaches around. Sunbathing, playing volleyball, going cycling or roller skating or watching the surfers out in the water - she loved it all. Shame her dad took her car off of her for the time being as punishment because she got a speeding ticket. She was so pissed about it. Public transport just took too long to get to places. What the hell was she going to do without her car?
It was so hypocritical, it wasn't like he hadn't ever gotten speeding tickets. He got pulled over for drink-driving once, he had no room to talk. But daddy got the last say and Flossie was left car-less until he changed his mind. Or gave in to her puppy dog eyes and pouting lips. Florence was by herself, having finished a day of classes and with nothing else to do, she took a walk outside. She didn't want to be stuck indoors on a day like today. It was warm but it wasn't stifling, it was sunny after the day started off looking a little overcast. It was one of those days she preferred.
Florence wore a pair of black skinny jeans along with a black cardigan, that she wore unbuttoned to show off a white tee shirt that had the words "THESE ARMS WERE MADE FOR HUGGING" written in red with two arrows black pointing to her arms. Her shoes weren't on her feet, they were down by the side of the fountain on the floor: a pair of flat red pumps with white polka dots, the pattern matched the red and white polka dot hair band she wore in her long and curled dark hair, a bow tilted to the left. Oh how she did like to coordinate. She had taken off her flat pumps and left them with her phone tucked inside so she could climb up onto the side of the fountain and began to walk around on it carefully, going one foot in front of the other so she didn't actually fall in. Wouldn't be the first time she'd gotten in the fountain, but she didn't need another detention.
She loved the sound of the water spurting and trickling out, occasionally she stopped to dip her toes in before carrying on, waking on that thick outer rim of what seemed like the giant stone bowl the fountain flowed into, with her skinny arms (that were made for hugging, you know!) spanned out slightly, to help with her balance and she hummed to herself, absentmindedly singing some of the chorus from Kesha and Taio Cruz's Dirty Picture in a hushed voice. It had been stuck in her head all day, playing as clearly as if she was listening to it on an Ipod.
TAGGED FOR: Ryan Faris McCarthy.
SETTING: school fountain, around 4pm?!
LYRICS: dirty picture - Kesha and Taio Cruz.
CREDITS: graphic & template by me.
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Post by RYAN FARIS McCARTHY on May 11, 2010 13:14:49 GMT -6
I run my life, or is it running me?
[/font] Free at last. The english teacher had made him stay later then the rest to catch up on late papers. So he was behind on a couple things. No big. But it was a relief to get out of the school. He step outside, the heat surrounding him. The school was in full air conditioner mode, so going from the cold school, to the warm outdoors was beyond a relief. He had the sudden urge to be rid of his navy blue Arson t-shirt from his upper body, but thought better of it for the time being. His faded light blue jeans fitting nicely on his lower half also felt restricting. Ha! Now those would stay on. Nikon camera hang around his neck as he bend down, pulling off his shoes and socks. He stuffed the socks in either shoe before rolling up his jeans to just above his ankles. He wander down the main path, the schools massive fountain in plain sight. People wander here and there, scurrying off or casually walking with a friend. Though one caught his attention. Not because of her stunning beauty, or some dramatic typical movie moment reason, but because she was the only one walking on the edge of the fountain. Light smile play across his lips as he bring the camera up, the cheer content over the girls face truly putting a million words to the picture. He snapped a couple, the digit camera taking pictures rapidly, catching every moment. The pictures seemed flawless, but Ryan would most likely catch something that put him off. Whether the contrast was wonky, or the lighting was off. He would find something, but for the moment, he knew they would be nice pictures. He let the camera drop, the strap stopping it from falling to the ground as it once again hang from his neck. He pick his shoes up, holding them with the tips of his fingers as the dangle. He move towards the fountain watching as the girl continue her way around it. Dropping his shoes near the edge, he easily jump up on the ledge, balancing himself with just as much ease. The girl walk one way, so Ryan walk the opposite. Eventually they would bump into one another, but let's hope she see's him first. He grab at his camera, clicking through the pictures quickly to find the one he liked the most. Ah yes. The water droplets were out of focus, the girls content easy smile and the rest of her body in crystal clear focus. He glance up as she rounded in front of him. He hold the camera up, the screen facing the girl. If she stopped and looked up, the recently captured picture would be the first thing she would see. He waited as he watch for the girl, just now hearing the words she was saying to herself. Or rather, singing to herself. Another easy smile pulled at his lips only to grow as he see the words on her shirt. Cute. it was the first word that came to his head, and he was positive anyone else who noticed her would think the same thing. Notes: -.- Bleh Tagged: Florence Words: Five Two Nine Lyrics:I Run To You Credit:Me myself and I >.< [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by FLORENCE ABIGAIL KNIXTON on May 11, 2010 15:32:17 GMT -6
The music was alive in this one. Sometimes you just couldn't help yourself, if there was a song circulating your mind it was all you wanted to hum, sing and dance to. She wasn't a singer. Flossie wouldn't make it rain or sound like a cat being strangled but she was certainly no Christina Aguilera. She started to get a little cocky, twisting her hips and bouncing her shoulders as she continued to balance on the rim of the fountain's bowl. If she wasn't careful she was going to end up in the water. But knowing our Flo, she probably didn't care too much about that. She didn't even realise that someone else had mounted the ledge too, and was walking towards her. She was too busy focusing on her feet and stepping one foot in front of the other, smiling down at the sight of the bright and glossy coat of red nail polish which she had painted over her toenails last night. She glanced up by pure chance and saw her fellow ledge occupant, and Flossie giggled.
It was Ryan who had climbed onto the same ledge she walked on, she knew him from photography club, as he was the president and she was a member. She wasn't an avid photographer but she figured it wouldn't hurt to be a member of the clubs, because both were topics important to the fashion industry and fashion design. A little bit of knowledge in both subjects wouldn't hurt. It didn't surprise Flossie to see that the older boy had a camera in his hand but it tickled her to see that he was holding it the wrong way! At first, she couldn't quite understand why he was until she was close enough to see the screen of the camera. And her face lit up with a pleasant smile. That sneaky sod, taking pictures of her when she didn't realise. "Now you oughta be careful, snapping pictures of folk when they don't know it. They might think you're up to no good." she said, wagging her finger at him as if he was one step away from being labelled a stalker and a creep.
But she was just being playful and stepped a little closer to take a better look, cupping her hands around the little screen to block out the sunlight so she could see it. Well if it wasn't too vain to say, she looked darn good in that there photo. She didn't mean the way she actually looked though, Florence thought the actual image was a good one. "You're so good at photography, I envy you for it." admitted Flo, knowing she'd never be as good with a camera. Florence adored that he had shot a picture of her with a smile on her face. She was such a cheerful and upbeat person, everyone had a sad or angry moment in their lives but Florence didn't have much to complain about in life. She was happy and she was healthy, she was at a great school and she had a loving family and amazing friends. "You better be careful on here with that." she warned, gesturing to his camera, because she didn't want him to accidentally drown it!
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Post by RYAN FARIS McCARTHY on May 13, 2010 16:09:01 GMT -6
I run my life, or is it running me?
[/font] Easy smile stay on the boys face as the girl stop abruptly, cupping her tiny hands around the screen. His smile only grew bigger as he lightly laugh at her words, a sarcastic scoff coming out. Pff! With these charming good looks? Nah" he teased, the sarcasm in his tone clearly evident. She take a moment longer to stare at the photo before her complimenting words ring in his ears. "Awh shucks" he play, jokingly as he look bashfully to the sky, a light shrug of his shoulders being made as he do so. Did he know her? She spoke as if she had seen his other pictures. He push the questioning thought out of his head as he catch her warning words. He lightly smile and jump from the ledge, knees slightly bending as he hit the soft sod. "Some might say I live life on the dangerous side. No big deal" he mused, as he lean against the fountains small stone wall. He flip quickly through the pictures, stopping here and there as he stare at the ones that stood out more to him. A light breeze blow throughout the school yard, dulling the heat from the sun only to have it resume as the gentle wind disappear. Content sigh slip quietly past the boys lips as he snap a few pictures here and there before pulling the camera off around his neck to lay beside his shoes. Pools squint in the suns direction as his mind finally made itself up. Hands tug at the back of his shirt over his head. He pull at the neck, pulling the navy blue shirt off his upper body. He flop it over top his camera and shoes before jumping back up on the ledge of the fountain. Ah yes, much better. "Beaucoup mieux. Il fait si chaud dehors, je ne pouvait pas gérer avoir ma chemise sur" he babbled to himself as he walk around the edge, putting one foot in front of the other as close together as possible. Arms wobble out beside him here and there as he easily regain balance. Now this he could do all day. Outside in beautiful weather. Taking pictures. If only he had his guitar. Notes: Sorreh -.- Tagged: Florence Words: Very little. Lyrics:I Run To You Credit:Me myself and I >.< [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by FLORENCE ABIGAIL KNIXTON on May 20, 2010 16:36:24 GMT -6
What a devilish grin she sported, chuckling away as Ryan explained that his good looks would prevent anyone from labelling him as some sort of pervert. Fair enough really, she couldn't argue with him. "Touché." she cooed and combed her hands through her long and thick dark hair which coiled down her chest and back. She really did envy him though. Photography had interested her since she was a little girl, really just to view and not to actually be a part of the art. She loved seeing pictures of her father on stage, when she was a little girl she would sometimes join him on tour during the summer breaks from school and she'd be there to see it in person and later, she'd see a moment captured for an eternity. It was amazing. You could preserve a memory or you could get really creative and create a scene. There were no boundaries, you could photograph fact and fiction.
"Oh yes, you're quite the rebel." Florence teased, taking her headband out of place and rearranging her hair before placing the hair band back where it had been. It would be a dangerous side of life, if you were anything like Flossie. Clumsy and distractable! She watched him dismount and assumed he was going to leave, she was about to say goodbye but he took a seat. Florence's eyes widened slightly as he began to pull off his shirt. Now that was just unfair. Firstly, because she wasn't able to do the same which would be rather nice on a day like today while in the water. And secondly, well because look at him. He said it himself, charming good looks and now he just had to tease any girl in the vicinity by parading around topless. Flossie put her hands on her hips and shook her head, but with a smile on her lips and a giggle on it's way. "Well it's alright for some." Florence mumbled, a little roll her blue eyes. Her eyes were actually brown but she sometimes found that boring. Sometimes she wore blue contacts, sometimes green or other times purple. She liked blue the best though. Did that make her fake?!
After getting back up on the edge of the fountain, Ryan began to speak in what Flo assumed was French. She had no idea, languages had always stumped this kid in school. She knew your basic phrases, but having an actual conversation in something other than English? I don't think so! "W-what?" Florence asked, curious as to what the fella had just said. "What did you just say?" she said, hoping that wasn't rude to ask. She wondered why he'd spoken in the language at all, was he French? She only knew his name, grade and the fact that he was in her photography club. She didn't actually know him. She loved all the different people in this school, not everyone was a local. Not everyone grew up the same and they all had different stories. Some impressive, others tragic and some were totally normal, the kind of story Flo sometimes wished she could say she had!
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