Post by Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron on Nov 8, 2012 19:10:01 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/StormClouds2.jpg); padding-bottom: 20px;] to young to live a lie, look into my eyes. back to zero, your time's about to come. let them know you're not just anyone. Van had come to terms with dying a long time ago. It didn't mean he'd really been ready for it. At least the pain wasn't as strong anymore. It was a dull throb in his lower left abdomen, but it wasn't a searing, crippling pain. He would have thought that heaven would be a place where there was no pain. No sickness. No cruelty. Was this hell? Or was he merely stuck in limbo? Somewhere in between. Was this were everyone who had not yet been judged was sent? Was this his chance to prove that he was worthy of heaven? How did one prove themselves worthy of heaven? Van didn't know. He stared at the ground absently in front of him, the grass was laying down, not having recovered from that morning's heavy frost. Van himself was sitting on a picnic table just outside of the school in the courtyard. School had ended a few minutes before, and he didn't have to go to work today, so he was lagging. He was still pretty new to the area, not really knowing all the good hang-outs beyond the mall. But when you worked someplace, you tended to not want to hang out there on your days off. So as it was, he was just sitting on a table, his backpack on the bench between his feet. He pulled out a harmonica from his packpack, one of the only things he had really been able to buy there. He missed his guitar. It was to bad you couldn't take those kind of things with you into... wherever this place was. He didn't exactly have three-hundred dollars just laying on his person when he woke up in limbo. He sighed, placing the harmonica to his lips. This would have to do for now. Playing a tune on it, he closed his eyes, rocking slightly with the melody, playing one of his old favorites - The Wizard by Black Sabbath. As he came to the end of the harmonica part, he heard a faint noise behind him. He lowered the harmonica and looked at the male who looked to be about the same age as himself, of course here, looks could be deceiving. There were students in his classes that looked like they belonged in middle school yet they knew more answers to more questions than he did. How warped was that? He noticed though that the male had platinum blond hair and a good size to him. He tilted his head slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at the other male. "Eavesdropping?" he asked with a bit of amusement in his voice, eyes glinting slightly. Whether he was brooding or not, it was always pleasant to get to meet new people. He moved the harmonica to one hand and offered the other to the blond male in front of him. He was definitely attractive, that much Van would willingly admit to. "I'm Vanyel," he whispered simply. "Most people just call me Van though," he added, shrugging ever-so-slightly as he watched the other male. "What's your name?" || words: 568 || tag: ben || outfit: here || notes: he's feeling very philosophical || |
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