Jazz Hurt
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Post by Jazz Hurt on Mar 6, 2009 10:56:30 GMT -6
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy...
...Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit outta me.He bit his lip again when Matthew asked how long he’d played the drums. He shrugged a bit and said, “I don’t know.” Jazz honestly had no idea, he couldn’t remember when he’d started. There was a big period in his life that he couldn’t really remember the details of; and, he wasn’t too sure he wanted to. "Will you play something?" He looked down at Matthew before looking at the drumsticks he’d set aside earlier. “Uh…I guess…” He smiled slightly at Matthew before picking up the drumsticks and playing part of a song he knew quite well. It was one of his favorites and often ended up tapping it out practically everywhere, usually with his pencil against his desk. He only played part of the song when he stopped and shrugged a bit, clutching on to the drumsticks again. He didn’t usually play in front of anyone that wasn’t his best friends or the people in his class. And the only reason he’d play in class was because he had to. There was no escaping that. And, he hated it. He didn’t like the idea of being told what to play and how. But, his dad was paying the tuition…might as well make the most of it. tag;; Matthew/open word count;; i've no idea ooc;;
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Post by Matthew Razorblade on Mar 18, 2009 19:39:13 GMT -6
Matthew listened as the boy played a song. He glanced up at him when he stopped playing. "That was really good." He told him with a reasurring smile to back up his words. He didn't know what to say. The boy was soft-spoken and he looked like he just needed a friend, but it seemed it was going to be hard to get him to actually talk. Matthew sighed and looked at the wall for a moment before looking back at the boy and studying his face for a minute. "I don't have enough concentration to try and learn to play the drums. It seems hard trying to use both hands to play two different beats. It was difficult for me to just learn the piano." He said with a chuckle.
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Post by Jazz Hurt on Mar 18, 2009 20:22:11 GMT -6
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy...
...Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit outta me.Jazz smiled a bit when Matthew did. He had to admit that the younger boy did look pretty amazing when he smiled. Not that he didn’t any other time. But, there wasn’t the time or place to be having thoughts like that. They usually led to blushing…which would often lead to questions he didn’t want to answer. “I don't have enough concentration to try and learn to play the drums.” Jazz smiled again as the boy spoke, laughing slightly as well. “I don’t really remember, but my dad says I was terrible when I started. He said I had no sense of rhythm at all,” he told the younger boy, his voice still fairly soft. He often found it odd how some things he wished he could remember, he couldn’t…yet the main things he didn’t want to remember wouldn’t leave him alone. He frowned a bit, tugging on the ends of his arm warmers before looking down at his hands and then back at Matthew. He smiled slightly and said, “I don’t think I could play anything else. I don’t have the patience to learn.” Jazz wasn’t someone to sit still for a long time. He was almost always moving. And he sometimes had a short attention span. It all just depended on the day. tag;; Matthew/open word count;; 215 ooc;;
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Post by Matthew Razorblade on Mar 18, 2009 21:17:38 GMT -6
Matthew listened to him looking out the window as he did. He turned back towards him with a slightly tilted head and a raised eyebrow. "He must be stupid then. You have more rhythm than I do. Seriously." He said with a nod of his head for emphasis. He crossed his arms over the top of the chair and leaned his chin on them. His hair fell down in his eyes, but it did that so often he didn't care anymore. When the boy, Jazz, smiled, it wasn't a gay looking smile like Matthew thought his was, it was a soft half smile.
He listened to the boy's next statement and jerked his attention at the thoughts that were grasping at the edges of his brain and were threatening to cause his cheeks to become a little pink in color. He sighed and took a deep breath before replying. "Yeah, it sucks. I'm guessing you don't have that well of an attention span either?" He asked. Of course Matthew was always too hyper to sit and do anything, but sometimes on days like today he actually wasn't that bad. He could sit and have a fairly leangthy conversation with someone on occasions when he wasn't high on sugar cubes.
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Post by Jazz Hurt on Mar 19, 2009 17:40:20 GMT -6
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy...
...Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit outta me.He shrugged a bit when Matthew stated he had more rhythm than the younger boy did. He wouldn’t doubt that he’d been terrible when he started playing because at that time he’d been too gone from the world at times to realize what he was doing. “I'm guessing you don't have that well of an attention span either?" Jazz smiled a bit again as he said, “Depends on the day, and what’s going on. Maths class is the worst.” Jazz had the hardest time paying attention during any of his maths classes. He’d never been one to be able to focus when the teacher kept talking about too many numbers and symbols that all just ran together in his head. It was terrible. History class was pretty bad as well, too many names and dates. School definitely wasn’t one of Jazz’s favorite things. But, most teenagers were in the same mindset. He’d not really talked to anyone who actually liked school. He almost wondered if such a person existed. If they did…he thought they were insane. Liking school? It was pretty laughable. As they sat there, Jazz started tapping out a nameless tune on his leg with one hand. He just couldn’t sit still for too long. It was practically impossible. Glancing around, he realized that once again he’d gotten so into his thoughts he was kind of lost to the world. He looked over at Matthew again and smiled slightly, trying to come up with something to say, but coming up blank. He didn’t really like that he couldn’t think of anything to say when the other boy was one of the nicest people he’d met at the school his entire time there. Usually, people gave up on trying to talk to him by that point. tag;; Matthew/open word count;; 297 ooc;;
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Post by Matthew Razorblade on Mar 22, 2009 10:25:29 GMT -6
Matthew nodded at the truth of the boys words. "Yeah math is not fun at all." He said with a laugh. That was the class he skipped the most. He looked back up and watched as the boy struggled for words. Matthew helped him out by posing a question. "What's your favorite color?" He asked him. The best way to get to know someone is the question game right? He loved asking questions, because he loved getting to know people, though they didn't return that favor onto him.
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Post by Jazz Hurt on Mar 29, 2009 19:46:37 GMT -6
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy...
...Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit outta me.Jazz wasn’t too surprised to hear that Matthew didn’t like math either. Not many people did…at least out of the one’s he’d met. When Matthew asked his favorite color, he immediately said, “Orange…it’s always been my favorite. It’s fun to say and it’s a fruit too.” He’d always liked the color orange. It was highly original. Most people didn’t have it as a favorite color, it didn’t rhyme with anything else, and it was bright and cheerful. Most people assumed his favorite color was black or grey or white since it was practically all he wore. But he honestly didn’t like those colors too much in anything but his clothes. He wasn’t honestly as depressed as he came across…well, anymore. Therapy and medication had gone a long way for him. “What about you?” Jazz never tried to guess other peoples’ favorite things unless he’d known them for a while; because people could always surprise you with their answer and tell you something you’d never guess. tag;; Matthew/open word count;; 165 ooc;; -waves- HI! XD
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Post by Matthew Razorblade on Mar 29, 2009 20:00:11 GMT -6
Matthew smiled at him. "Yeah orange is a cool color." He thought for a moment when the boy asked what his favorite color was. "Well... I like red... oh and blue..." he said thinking. He was so indecisive. "I also like yellow... yeah yellow's amazing." He said with a smile, yellow was bright and not depressing. He turned back towards the boy expecting him to laugh since most people did, but whatever it was something he was used to. He smiled at the boy and watched him for a moment before turning away. He couldn't help it the boy was utterly adorable. He thought of something else to say. "What else do you like to do besides play the drums?" He asked him cocking his head to the side in wonder.
ooc; hi!
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Post by Jazz Hurt on Mar 29, 2009 20:24:48 GMT -6
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy...
...Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit outta me.He smiled back at the younger boy after he said the he liked yellow. It wasn’t a color he’d expected the other boy to say, but it just went to prove his earlier thought. He bit his lip for a second before saying, “I like watching movies and hanging out with my friends…we usually go to clubs or concerts.” Music was a big part of his life. He often used it to hide from the world. When he’d be hiding out in his room he’d most often be listening to music. He often found he could easily find songs to go along with how he was feeling at that time. There was something comforting about it. He wasn’t sure what, or how to describe it. Which was why he didn’t often bring it up. tag;; Matthew/open word count;; 134 ooc;; distraction + tiredness = crappy post
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Post by Matthew Razorblade on Mar 29, 2009 20:36:55 GMT -6
Matthew listened to him and nodded. "Yeah concerts are always fun to go to, though the movies aren't my favorite. I don't watch alot of tv. It just doesn't interest me." He said with a shrug. He guessed his grandmas words sunk in. She always told him that watching too much tv fried your brain and he didn't want that to happen, so therefore he usually drew or played his guitar. He looked up at the boy and sat quietly for a few moments. The silence wasn't awkward, for him at least. He wondered if Jasper prefered the silence, matthew had begun to notice that he was more of a soft spoken boy, which didn't bother him in the least. He sighed and chewed on his bottom lip, "What's your favorite band?" He asked him with a raised eyebrow.
ooc: Your post wasn't crappy:)
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