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Post by Kanchana on Nov 26, 2010 23:24:44 GMT -5
Samel Loren sat at the bar, his figner tracing the outline of his beer. He wasn't a heavy drinker, in fact he hadn't had anything for at least 6 months.
He was sick of being alone, without someone to love. Sure enough it showed though his writing.
He looked at the napkin he had littered with quotes and words he planned on using and sighed, pushing it away with a smooth hand.
But the words still danced in his mind.
As time goes by from year to year,
One thing is surely true, my dear;
Though decades come and decades go,
Just seeing you sets me aglow.
He shot back the drink quickly, banging it onto the bar before him and ordered another drink. He needed to find someone.
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Post by Ashes on Nov 27, 2010 1:06:45 GMT -5
All I could be happy for was being able to have a home. Anyone could call it small but it was better than being homeless. The word Homeless brought tears to my eyes. They were not happy tears either. I should be grateful to have found a job and enough money to afford a apartment. I had gotten new clothes that I could clean and I could take showers.
But I had to leave my poor mother behind just like that. It wasn't someting I wanted to do but I had to. I didn't know why I came here to the bar it kind of seemed empty.
Of course it was only four but a few people were here. I had come here to talk to someone for whatever reason. I walked up to a stranger who seemed to be looking at some kind of writing on a napkin. I couldn't help but be curious but wasn't that normal? I didn't know this person but I did want to start a conservation.
" That's a nice quote or poem? Who's it For?"
Was I being to nosy? I hoped I wasn't it would be embarrassing if I was. I didn't mean to be nosy but sometimes it just happened. All I could do was hope which really wasn't any good.
" My Name Is Julian Or Jule it doesn't really matter, your name would be?"
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 27, 2010 5:07:00 GMT -5
His dark, shaggy head lifted and stared at her with piercing eyes, slightly daze about the quick shot of beer.
"Hello," he said quietly, studying her in an intrested fashion.
"Samuel Loren...call me Sam," he offered a large hand to shake and smile his handsome smile.
"I was just....thinking and jotting ideas for my next poem," he explained, pulling the ink splattered napkin away and slipping it into his bag. It was just depressing quotes, he didn't need her to see them.
"Well Jule, can I get you a drink?"
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Post by Ashes on Nov 28, 2010 23:10:09 GMT -5
I smiled sitting down on a stool, I've been standing all day long. It was just a part of my Job, never even got the chance to sit down. So sitting down was actually a relief for me.
" Aww.. Don't put it away it was a really nice poem!"
I frowned why would he want to hide such a nice poem? I wrote poems quite a lot and I took pride in them. I shoved him a piece of paper. It had a part of a poem on it.
Your loving heart turns life to play,
As we laugh at time from day to day.
So I write this poem, and I'll hang my sign,
Saying, "Always Be My Valentine."
" Something I wrote! I know someday I will find my Romeo and this will be for him when I find him" I said.
"Yeah Sure it wouldn't hurt."
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 29, 2010 3:04:03 GMT -5
He shrugged slightly, smiling as he read her poem.
"They work," he said quiety with a gesture towards her cute poem.
"They rhyme," he said simply, flashing her a handsome grin and waved over a bartender.
"Another beer and....what would you like Jule?" he asked, suddenly a lot more intrested in this young, pretty lady.
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Post by Ashes on Nov 29, 2010 19:26:49 GMT -5
It was a Good poem I thought to myself, it really was. How did I know if he meant it though? He could just say they Rhyme. I didn't even know if I should trust anyone. How would I know if anyone was telling the truth?
" I'll have a Beer as well!"
Brushing a strand of Brown hair away. It was kind of Hot in here I thought to myself. I was starting to wish that it was cooler in here and that they would actually have an Air conditioner in here.
" So how long have you been writing poems?"
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 30, 2010 0:41:58 GMT -5
A throaty chuckle left his maw, hand brushed back his unkept hair and eyes danced as they studied her.
It was rare for him to meet a gal such as her. A beer? Really, he hadn't meet a woman who liked the bitter taste.
A careless shrug came and went, but he thought.
"Ever since I could...I guess," he frowned slightly "though my father never allowed me to....it was more of a hidden talent."
He shrugged again, not really wanting to give his life story to some stranger.
"How about you?" he questioned "when did you start writing the joyus words of life?"
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Post by Ashes on Nov 30, 2010 20:20:37 GMT -5
What was so funny? Did I say something that was that funny? I felt embarrassed and somewhat ashamed of myself. I didn't like
it when I thought people were laughing at me for no apparent reason.
" Really your father doesn't Approve of you Writing? How Absurd Writing is a beautiful thing that comes from our heart. Well thats how I think writing as. How about you?"
I wonder what why his father wouldn't approve of it? My mother had certainly approved of it. She even Encouraged it for some odd reason. I was kind of glad that she had.
" When I turned Eight is when I started!"
I blushed Embarrassed, for whatever reason I was embarrassed. I didn't usually get this embarrassed just talking to someone. I looked at him smiling. The bartender came back with a beer for the both of Us. I took it and took a sip savoring it's taste. It was kind of bitter but I liked it anways.
" You from around here? Or are you new?"
I looked at him all of a sudden excited for him to answer my question. He was quite Handsome I finally decided and That I was kind of attracted. Ugh. I never had this feeling before ever in my life.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 30, 2010 20:33:38 GMT -5
"Hmm, it wasn't manly enough for him I guess," he said after a moments pause, smiling slightly as the blush danced across her pale cheeks.
"I love to write, I love the power and messege they can tell..." he murmered, finger tracing the ring of his bottle before taking a sip.
He studied her, grey eyes raking over her body in not a judging fashion, more in a 'I like you, tell me more' way.
He nodded slightly "yeah, moved here about a year ago. How about you?"
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Post by Ashes on Nov 30, 2010 22:43:55 GMT -5
 " Interesting that He would think that since their is a lot of male writers. Unless our father has never heard of male Writers then He must be stupid if he didn't, No offense. So it is not Unmanly for one reason it's quite stupid to stop someone from doing what they want to do."
Taking another sip of my Beer, Almost finished it. I didn't want any more though, I wasn't a big drinker. I hardly ever even had anything other than Juice or Water. I just believed having to much was not good and having little was for the best.
" I moved here Three months Ago! Still sort of new to the area." |
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Post by Kanchana on Dec 1, 2010 1:40:19 GMT -5
He shrugged his large shoulders, still staring at his drink though his eyes flickered up to stare at her every now and then.
"He heard of them all right...he just didn't think highly of them," he shrugged again and finished off the beer.
"It's a great little town," he grinned geeting a cheers from the man beside him before turning back to Jule.
"Its quiet and I find it easy to write here, its very relaxing," he said
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Post by Ashes on Dec 1, 2010 23:38:55 GMT -5
" I bet it is a nice town... From what I can see it is really nice. Where I used to live the town was terrible, no one was friendly. It probably deals with the fact that I was homeless."
I blushed, Did I really just say that? I didn't usually tell people that I once was homeless. I had to accept it though I had once been homeless.
" I just got lucky and got a job, and now somewhere to live."
I was giving to much information than I needed to I thought to myself. He was still only a stranger to me and who knew how he was like. He did seem pretty nice though.
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Post by Kanchana on Dec 2, 2010 1:03:15 GMT -5
Istantly, worry crossed his face.
"Do you have a home now?" he asked quietly, his hand leaving the bottle and resting lightly on hers with comfort. He knew what it was like to live on the streets. He had run away from home multiple times to get away from his father.
OOC *head desk* sorry...
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Post by Ashes on Dec 2, 2010 22:45:22 GMT -5
" Yeah.... a really crappy one
but I really can't complain you know. I got lucky that I even got a
job with the economy and all."
I gave him a friendly smile,
not knowing what else to say. I frowned to myself I wasn't usually the one to run out of words. Strange
I thought to myself, this didn't sound like me. Not the usual talkative person, having a lot to say.
I looked at him studying him closely
as if I was trying to figure something out. What was I to do, I didn't even Know if he was interested in our conservation.
I couldn't figure out any reason why
he wouldn't be but I didn't dare question it. Maybe we could be friends or even more than friends? I didn't know what life had in store for me, no way to find out. I would just
have to wait and see, although I wasn't very patient.
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Post by Kanchana on Dec 13, 2010 17:39:39 GMT -5
His hand gently squeased hers, his eyes looking into her own.
"Are you looking for a better job?" he asked quietly, knowing he could offer her own. A writers job. It was easy, really, and good pay. He had his own small workplace, but it was well known for its size. He just couldn't be bothered building up upon it.
"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." he muttered the Shakespeare words under his breath, it seemed he finally turly understood their meaning.
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