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Post by cody trümper on Feb 17, 2009 18:11:07 GMT -6
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through...
...I've never been perfect, but neither have you. [/b] Winter was Cody’s favorite season. It always had been. He loved the snow and the cold. He didn’t know why he liked the cold; but, he preferred it over the heat any day. That day, he was dressed warmly as he walked through Central Park. He put his hands in the pockets of the black and white hoodie he was wearing. His breath came out in spirals in front of him as a few random snowflakes fell from the sky. It was overcast that day; but, they weren’t supposed to get more than just flurries. Cody smiled slightly to himself as he continued walking. He kept his eyes on the ground as he walked, kicking at random pebbles on the ground. He could’ve been at home, helping his mother get ready for a family dinner being held at eight that night. He didn’t quite get why it was going to be held so late; but, he did know he didn’t want to go…not that he had much choice. Family dinners always involved questions, most of which Cody didn’t want to answer because he was scared of answering them truthfully.
Family dinners almost always revolved around the same questions. Those questions involved but were not limited to: school, music, friends, the rest of the family, girls…The last subject was the one Cody dreaded most. He hated lying but he feared the truth. He had one year left of high school, and then he could tell them. He wanted to wait until he was out on his own, supporting himself so he didn’t have to worry about his dad going psycho and kicking him out. If he wasn’t living at home anymore, it wouldn’t be a problem. He was still scared of disappointing his father though, and his mother as well. With a small sigh, he sat down on one of the empty benches that were scattered throughout the park. He looked around as he readjusted the sock hat he wore that day. He hoped to possibly spot someone he knew. When he didn’t he looked down at the ground and started tracing small designs in the dirt with the toe of his shoe.
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Post by Drea Brondette Vondusky on Feb 17, 2009 20:38:40 GMT -6
You can try as hard as you want;But nothing you say can bring me down.------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/i] She thought with a small huff. But she couldn't blame them, Central Park was beautiful when covered with that adoring white blanket. It made Drea just want to lay down in it, despite the cold. She sniffled a bit more, her dark eyes glancing from every corner before she finally found a bench with a small space on it. On the other side of the bench was sitting a boy, she noticed. It wouldn't be to bad to ask if the seat was taken, of if she could sit there. It was a public park any ways. But the problem was, Drea wasn't very good as public speaking, even if it did come to some thing as simple as asking for a place to sit. Hesitantly, she made her way toward him. She pulled up beside him feeling a bit awkward, "Erm, Excuse me," She began with a small soft voice, "Is this seat taken?" [/size][/ul]
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Post by cody trümper on Feb 17, 2009 20:54:04 GMT -6
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through...
...I've never been perfect, but neither have you. [/b] Cody hummed softly to himself as he sat there, just enjoying the weather and the beauty of the park. He glanced down at the ground again where he continued making designs on the ground. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there before he heard a voice so soft he barely heard it over his humming and his inner monologue. Cody glanced up to see a brunette girl standing there, a book in her arms. She had a light pink tint to her cheeks from the cold, like Cody figured he did as well. He smiled warmly at her, getting a strong feeling that the girl was shy. He’d never been a shy person, so meeting someone new was always something he enjoyed. “No; you can sit,” he replied, his smile making his eyes sparkle a bit. Cody’d always been known as a friendly person, and one thing he thrived for was making people feel happy and comfortable.
He glanced around the snow-covered park before smiling at her again. She looked kind of familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he’d seen her before. New York was huge, so she could’ve been some random face he’d seen around town. Or maybe she went to his school…he didn’t know for sure. “I’m Cody,” he said brightly, introducing himself to the girl. He’d often found that the easiest way to break the ice with someone you’ve never met before was to introduce yourself. Cody was a talkative person and could have easily gone off on some ramble about anything and everything that came to his mind. But, he didn’t want to scare the girl away. An aura of shyness surrounded her, but she seemed sweet too. Though Cody could be quite naïve and tried to see the good in everyone, he was usually pretty good at being able to tell when someone was honestly a good person. [/size] tag;; open/Drea word count;; 315 ooc;; [/center]
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Post by Drea Brondette Vondusky on Feb 18, 2009 19:22:39 GMT -6
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Post by cody trümper on Feb 18, 2009 23:21:23 GMT -6
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through...
...I've never been perfect, but neither have you. [/b] Cody smiled at her question about the park. “Oh, I do too. The snow is just so beautiful; and, I’ve always preferred the cold over the heat,” he told Drea with a smile. It wasn’t too often he met someone who admitted to loving the cold. More often than not, he’d hear people complaining about the cold. He didn’t get why. When you were cold, you could always put more on or build a fire or something. But, when you were hot, there was only so much you could take off. He smiled again when she asked if he lived around there, and he nodded. “I go to a school near-by, and the dorms are close. I live at home during breaks and stuff, though.”
He thought that Drea looked very familiar and found himself wondering if maybe she went to the same school he did. It was possible. The school was quite large, and it was very common to go to school with someone all four years and never have met them. “Larkin Academy…that’s where I go to school.” He had never been much of a ‘school’ person. He wasn’t an idiot, but his grades were never as good as they could be. He found himself trying really hard to pay attention in classes that made him want to do nothing more than sleep. He had to do his best though, so his parents wouldn’t be disappointed. tag;; open/Drea word count;; ooc;; [/center]
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Post by Drea Brondette Vondusky on Feb 20, 2009 19:05:52 GMT -6
You can try as hard as you want;But nothing you say can bring me down.------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] [/ul]
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Post by cody trümper on Feb 21, 2009 12:37:45 GMT -6
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through...
...I've never been perfect, but neither have you. [/b] Cody laughed a little at her comment about his hair. “Thanks ,” he said brightly. “It takes a lot of hairspray to make it defy gravity.” Cody often got comments about his hair but they weren’t always good. In fact, most of the time the comments weren’t very nice at all. He just let it roll off his back though. As much as he’d like to, he knew he couldn’t please everyone. One thing he refused to give up for other people’s happiness was his own appearance. He smiled as well when she stated that she went to Larkin too. “I’m a junior. Music…well, singing, is my thing. What about you?” There were so many talented people at Larkin it could be a bit intimidating. But, Cody always liked to listen to what other people had to say and to learn more about their talents. He liked having friends outside the music area, because as much as he may have liked music (and music was practically his life), it was nice to have friends with other interests. It always gave them more to talk about than just music. Plus, Cody found it boring to just befriend the same type of people. He was all for individuality and loved meeting people who were unlike many others. tag;; open/Drea word count;; ooc;; [/center]
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Post by Drea Brondette Vondusky on Mar 22, 2009 10:16:24 GMT -6
You can try as hard as you want;But nothing you say can bring me down.------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] [/ul]
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