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[Aiden Mitchell]

I don't care what you think...

...As long as it's about me.

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Aiden was sitting calmly on a park bench staring up at the clouds in the sky. It was a really nice sun-shiny day for it being winter. As he sat there, he was contemplating things only he would think of when coming down from a sugar high. For example, at that moment he was wondering whether or not the toasters were working with the microwaves in a plot to take over the world. He almost laughed out loud when he realized how ridiculous that sounded. It was the refrigerators that were working with the microwaves. He smiled to himself when he saw a shape in the sky that looked like a puppy. Should one of his friends had walked by at that moment, they’d have thought something was wrong, that Aiden was broken or something. He was never one to sit still for too long. But, if they knew it was because the sugar and caffeine was finally leaving his system for the day, they’d shrug it off as if it were nothing.

He was slowly coming down from his sugar high; and, when he was losing energy, he liked just sitting around. Usually after losing his sugar-filled energy, he’d go play video games or sit around talking with one of his friends or his sisters. But, doing any of those involved more movement than he was willing to make at the current time. He didn’t want to leave the park bench. Plus, he was enjoying looking up at the fluffy clouds. They were quite entertaining, and would be for a while at least. It was a good thing that he could be easily amused. It meant he didn’t get as bored as easily as some people. But, then, with friends like his it was quite hard to stay bored for very long.

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ooc;; bleh...idk what's wrong with my muse.
doesn't want to work right
-pokes muse-

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[Matthew Razorblade]

I've had this feeling for a while
I've built this armor so thick i can't smile
My hearts still beating, no tears from my eyes
to the broken tile that you left me
the broken tile but please tell me

Matthew walked through the streets of New York City. His black and white checkered guitar bag slung over his shoulder holding not only his guitar but pain pills and a fresh bottle of tequila he was ready to crack open. He found that his feet led him into Central Park. A candy cane hung from his lips and his hood was pulled up over his head protecting his face from the wind. It was a sunny day, unusual for winter, especially winter in New York. He looked around.

He watched as parents escorted their children through the park and couples walked with big smiles planted on their faces. He ignored them and kept his eyes downcast. He was going to sit out here until it got dark when he could head to a good party or two. His brown eyes scanned the place. A boy was sitting on a bench alone staring up at the sky with amusement on his face. Matthew raised an eyebrow the boy seemed to be so fascinated by the clouds. He walked over to him. "Hey mind if I sit here?" He asked him gesturing towards the empty space on the bench beside the boy.

[Aiden Mitchell]

I don't care what you think...

...As long as it's about me.

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Aiden was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize someone was near him until he heard a voice. He jumped a bit as he said, “It wasn’t me!” He calmed down a bit and realized what he’d been asked and smiled sheepishly. He cleared his throat a bit and said, “Sorry, reflex. Yea, you can sit there.” He smiled brightly at the other guy, someone he was almost positive he saw around the school. But, he saw so many faces through the day that most of them blurred together. There were so many names and faces; Aiden simply didn’t have the time nor patients to try to learn too many of them. “I’m Aiden,” he said brightly. He didn’t know if the other guy really cared or anything. But, his view of it was that if they were both going to be there they might as well talk. Aiden was a bit of a chatterbox, but he wasn’t feeling as talkative as he usually was, finding himself losing energy fast. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a half a pack of Twizzlers. He didn’t really need any more sugar, but he was having a craving for the cherry flavored candy. He wasn’t ever one to deny the call of sugar. He smiled and offered some to the other person before pulling out one for himself.

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[Matthew Razorblade]

I've had this feeling for a while
I've built this armor so thick i can't smile
My hearts still beating, no tears from my eyes
to the broken tile that you left me
the broken tile but please tell me

Matthew smiled and sat down next to him. He propped his guitar up beside him. He chuckled as the boy jumped and said he didn't do it. He smiled at him. "I'm Matthew."

[/color] He looked around the park at all the poeple. He liked watching them trying to figure out what they were like on the inside. He put the candy cane back to his lips and shook his head as the boy offered Twizzlers. "No thanks." [/b]He said. "Don't get me wrong I love sugar it's the best invention in the whole universe but I stray more towards candy canes and pure sugar cubes." He explained pulling a bag of the square white sugar out of his pocket and shaking it in his hand. He smirked and put it back in his pocket. "So why are you sitting out here staring at the sky?" He asked the boy. Matthew chewed on the candy cane and

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[Aiden Mitchell]

I don't care what you think...

...As long as it's about me.

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He smiled at Matthew as the other boy pulled out some sugar cubes. “Sugar truly is amazing; but, I don’t think my friends appreciate my fondness for it,” he replied with a laugh. Aiden loved his friends and wouldn’t trade them for anything. Their reactions to him when he was on a sugar high could be quite entertaining. He looked up at the sky again at Matthew’s question and scrunched his face up a bit in thought. “Mmm…I’m not too sure. I was staring at shapes up there, like there was one that looked like a puppy. And then I was contemplating something…something to do with refrigerators and microwaves, I think. But, I don’t really remember.” Aiden tried really hard to remember what he’d been thinking about. But, it’d been replaced with other ideas and he couldn’t tell you anymore. That was one thing with Aiden’s sugar-filled thoughts…he often didn’t remember what he’d been thinking about a few minutes later. He never minded, though. It wasn’t that important anyway. He’d have been more irritated if he’d figured out the meaning of life or something really philosophical like that.

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[Matthew Razorblade]

I've had this feeling for a while
I've built this armor so thick i can't smile
My hearts still beating, no tears from my eyes
to the broken tile that you left me
the broken tile but please tell me

Matthew laughed lightly. "Microwaves and refridgerators... interesting topic you got there and clouds are very interesting. They keep you entertained because they look like cotton candy and they make me want more sugar."

[/b] He laughed looking up at the sky. He watched the clouds pass with amusement on his face. The bright blue sea of clouds reflected in his eyes. "They make me feel like a little kid again." He said. He looked back down at his hands and a thought came to his mind. He couldn't help it when he was eating candy canes they tended to make him ramble. "I had a friend one time talk about what it would be like to be made out of sugar. I decided that would not be a good thing i would end up eating off my arm or something." He said just randomly. "Sorry for my random outbursts it happens." He told him with a shrug and a roll of his eyes.

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