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[21 Feb 2009|01:04pm] |
Who: Jackson and Johnny
When: Saturday, February 21
Where: their room
What: music, talk
Status: private/incomplete
Rating: PG-13 for topics discussed
The music was loud. Not just loud, but loud. Jackson always hoped his attempts at soundproofing their room had worked, but then, their neighbors had never actually complained so he could hear them, so he assumed it was good enough. Either that, or they didn't mind the music he and Johnny tended to play, an eclectic mix of tastes that sometimes dovetailed and sometimes diverged.
Papers were spread out over his desk, but Jackson ignored them, kicked back in his chair with his feet up, singing at the top of his lungs along with the music. "Do you feel like a man when you push her around? Do you feel--" he tailed off as the door opened, grinning at Johnny. "Hey. Did you finish that history assignment?" The chair fell forward with a thunk as he turned towards his roommate, but didn't bother to turn down the music.
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[07 Feb 2009|10:04pm] |
Who: Kieran and Johnny
Where: New York City
What: Going to some secondhand music stores
When: Sunday (February 8)
Kieran stepped out from the train station, looking around and grinning immediately. He loved the city, and despite being fairly laid-back himself, he liked that it was so fast-paced. He turned to look at Johnny, grinning over at him. He was admittedly happy to hang out with him in the city, especially if it involved going to music stores. "So, have somewhere specific in mind that we're going?"
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[07 Feb 2009|07:36pm] |
Who: Julian and open
Where: The courtyard
What: Trying to find some inspiration
When: Saturday evening
It was, by all accounts, really very cold outside. Julian had been known to sacrifice a certain amount of comfort for his art, though, so he'd come outside in the early afternoon with his iPod, sketchbook, and camera, and somehow managed to still be there by the time the sun had started setting.
He was laying on his back on the ground, iPod resting on his chest, camera pointed up at the surrounding trees and sky, though he wasn't actually using it. The sketchbook was lying abandoned by his side, open to a roughly done, half finished drawing of the courtyard. He just couldn't bring himself to finish it, for whatever reason - he'd lost interest. Nothing caught his eye, although at the moment he figured it was just too familiar. Nothing really changed, and it wasn't like taking photos of or drawing the school was revolutionary. He needed something a little different.
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| The date. |
[28 Jan 2009|01:51am] |
Who: Jackson and Gatsby
Where: The art room.
What: Gatsby and Jack's first first aka second date.
When: Tuesday evening
Rating: I'd say it probably won't be above PG-13 as of now.
Status: Private/Incomplete
( The 'second' date was supposed to be comfortable )
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[27 Jan 2009|10:19pm] |
Who: Sara and OTA
What: Dinnertime conversation
Where: Dining hall
When: Tuesday evening
Sara was having a late dinner, since she spent most of her evening in the library studying after she stayed late at the dance studio. She liked having a late dinner – it meant she had to be surrounded by less people, so she could spend more time in her own head space.
Most of the people on her dormitory floor were in a lounge watching American Idol (silly arts kids who enjoy watching other people make fools of themselves in the pursuit of a career in the performing arts), so Sara thought that would be a good time to slip out and go grab some dinner. Sara didn’t really watch the show, but it was fun to see what sorts of people would be entering pop culture from the show; actually, she did watch it when she was younger – at one time, Sara was a Kelly Clarkson fan, even if that was ephemeral.
She was thankful that the dining halls stayed open late. She grabbed a slice of pizza, a slice of chocolate cake, and a glass of milk, sitting down at a corner table. Sara turned her iPod on, and slipped off into her own world, listening to her music. Though she was currently the only person in the dining hall, she didn’t really expect that anyone else would show up.
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[27 Jan 2009|09:32am] |
Who: Jackson (solo)
Where: his room
When: Tuesday, January 27, afternoon
What: it's that time of year again, to find out if he's still alive
Rating: PG for minor language
( I'm just soggy from the chemo )
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| I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. |
[26 Jan 2009|07:55am] |
Who: Everyone who was invited to the party
Where: A small apartment loft, not too far from the school.
What: A birthday party for Kale
When: Saturday Night
Rated: TBA
( The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. )
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| I can't promise normal... |
[21 Jan 2009|10:20pm] |
Who: Johnny and Kieran
Where: Kieran's room
What: Some "normal" human interaction
When: Wednesday evening (January 21)
Rated: PG (at most)
Johnny paused at Kieran's door, suddenly feeling awkward even though there was no reason to. After all, he'd been invited (more or less) and it's not as if Kieran was a complete stranger. They went to the same school of less than 100 people, after all. Still... He raised his hand and knocked lightly, hoping Kieran wouldn't mind him just turning up on his doorstep, so to speak. He reached back to touch the neck of his guitar, which hung down behind him, suspended from its strap slung across his chest.
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[19 Jan 2009|02:24pm] |
Who: Darcy and open
What: Being artsy
Where: Cafeteria
When: Monday afternoon
Since they had the day off of school, Darcy spent her day working on her independent art project. She wasn't really a photographer, but she sometimes experimented with taking pictures so that she could paint the pictures she took without having models sit for her (especially if they were just landscapes or still frames).
Darcy sat in the corner of the cafeteria, taking pictures of her classmates eating, watching them interact. It was sometimes fun to be a wallflower.
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[18 Jan 2009|09:24pm] |
Who: Jackson and Johnny
When: Sunday, lights out
Where: their room
What: this time Jack's the one who starts talking
Rating: PG
There'd been a pattern established in the last year and a half since it was just the two of them in their room, after Justin had been cut at the end of freshman year. The lights would go out, and most nights, the two roommates would roll over and sleep. But sometimes, often enough to make it a habit, one of them would start talking.
They almost always talked about the more serious things in the dark. Like Johnny's mother's illness, and Jack's own time on chemo. The normal every day average things, like music, or Jack picking on Johnny's banjo (which didn't stop him from including it in one of his pieces), were saved for the light.
It was quiet for a few minutes after Johnny flipped the switch into darkness. Jack rolled over onto his back in his bed, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness and the faint light from the hall coming in under the door. He listened, wondering if Johnny had already fallen asleep, but no, the breathing didn't sound quite even enough, and he could still hear a faint fidgeting.
"Hey. I might need you to cover for me a few weekends from now. If there's a bed check on that Saturday night."
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[16 Jan 2009|10:20pm] |
Who: Jack and Gatsby
When: Friday evening, January 16
Where: Gatsby's room
What: settling details
Jack rubbed his palms against his jeans. There was no point in being nervous. None whatsoever. They needed to talk about getting the tickets, figuring out transportation. Maybe dinner. Yeah, dinner. He looked at his palms and decided to make sure one more time that they were actually dry before he knocked on the door, then leaned against the edge of the doorjamb, waiting for Gatsby to respond.
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[11 Jan 2009|09:27pm] |
Who: Jackson and Luca
Where: Luca's room
When: Sunday evening
What: talking over the last few days
Jack leaned back against Luca's bed, head tipped against her knees as she sat behind him. His knees were bent, one elbow resting on his knee, the other hand on Luca's foot. He tilted his head just enough to look back at her, seeing her upside down from this angle. "So, is a cute guy worth blowing more than half of the rest of my show budget on?"
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[10 Jan 2009|09:37pm] |
Who: Kale and Alfie
When: Saturday evening
Where: Alfie's place
What: a change to... relax
Kale leaned against the doorjamb, knocking three times in quick succession, then twice more slowly afterwards. "S'me," she called out, waiting for Alfie.
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[10 Jan 2009|10:10am] |
Who: TJ and Liz
When: Saturday night, late
Where: a black car, coming home
Status: incomplete
Rating: R at least and moving as fast as TJ can manage into Adult
So far, TJ thought it had been a good evening. He had taken Liz to Meli Melo before the event, then the performance itself: modern dance with some African roots, and a driving beat under it all that had TJ tapping his toes and wishing he were dancing himself rather than watching it. The gathering after was close enough to walk to, a formal evening and TJ's speech and presentation of the monetary gift was quickly done.
Then they were able to mingle, nibble on canapes, and eventually disappear into the private car TJ had hired for the night, heading back to Presley before they were out late enough to get into trouble.
It wasn't a limo, so there was only the one back seat, wide and comfortable as TJ relaxed into it. He tugged his tie undone, wrestling with the top button of his shirt with a soft sound as it released and he felt like he could breathe again. "Tuxes aren't bad," he said, "but I can never find a shirt that doesn't feel like it's choking me." He glanced over at Liz and grinned. "I hope you had a good evening?"
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[08 Jan 2009|03:50pm] |
Who: Jackson and Nikki
Where: Dance studio
When: eveningish
What: Jackson's borrowing space he doesn't belong in
It wasn't the first time he'd borrowed the dance studio, but then, it wasn't something he got to do often, either. It seemed like there was always someone in there. Someone who belonged there (and who didn't have two left feet when it came to dancing, like Jack did).
But the basketball net was covered in snow and ice, and it was way too cold to even consider being outdoors. And he needed more space than he could manage in his dorm room. So he made his way to the studio, just in time to see two of the first year girls coming out. The glanced up at him and when he smiled back, they put their heads together and giggled, walking away.
Jackson gave it some time, waiting to see if anyone else came in. But when the room remained empty, he slipped inside to borrow the large space.
He hadn't owned a proper dobok since he'd received his black belt. Since he'd gotten sick, really. But he'd never stopped practicing his forms. This evening he kicked off his shoes and socks, leaving them by the side, and was dressed in loose sweats. He shed his t-shirt as well, knowing he'd be more than warm enough once he warmed up. Then he found his place in the center of the room, found his own center inside his mind, and began running through forms, starting with white belt, and working his way up through the ranks.
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[29 Dec 2008|11:05pm] |
Who: Martin and Darcy
What: Drink until the sun comes up
Where: A pub in Boston
When: Late night, Tuesday
Rating: Don't let the kiddies read this one.
( You can drink 'til you forget about him... )
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[25 Dec 2008|01:31pm] |
Who: Darcy and Jackson
What: Merch booth chatter?
Where: A small concert hall (practically just a bar) in Albany, NY
When: Wednesday, December 24th
Belated Ballad had played in Poughkeepsie on Tuesday night, so it wasn't too far of a drive up to Albany. They had slept on the bus, and planning on spending their Christmas eve eating dinner at a local restaurant and then playing a show. Not the family Christmas eve that Darcy was used to, but more than anything else, she wanted to spend some time with Jordan, so in her mind, not going to California for the winter break was justified.
Jackson said that he would go to the show in Albany, so she made sure to add his name to the (very short) guest list and gave it to the bouncer at the venue. The band didn't really have a merch person - they just kept their merch locked up while they were performing and sold the merchandise themselves, so the band was lucky when Darcy came along with them for the week, as she was the self proclaimed merch girl for the next week and a half. And a damned good job she did - she managed to convince even the janitors that didn't speak a word of English that they should be buying an album or a tshirt.
Before doors (at the point when only the guest list was allowed inside), Darcy sat at the merch table, her legs crossed and on the table, knitting a scarf. She was an art major - besides drawing and painting, she was a very crafty person in general. Darcy was always doing something artistic.
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[20 Dec 2008|08:02pm] |
Who: Alfie and OTA
What: Impromptu jam session
When: Friday afternoon
Where: the cafeteria!
Alfie wasn't going home until Saturday morning - his parents were both working and his sister didn't get home from college until Monday. His parents would still be working on Saturday, but the less time he had at home, the better. He was just going to take a bus into the city and take the Bolt Bus to Cherry Hill, NJ, his home town. In fact, Alfie was quite happy that the Bolt Bus now existed, since he didn't have to take Amtrak to Philadelphia and make his parents pick him up. Now he could just take a bus and walk home (or call a friend and make them get him, which he planned on doing). Getting home was seriously a huge hassle when your parents didn't bother taking a half hour off of work to help you get home from school for your break. It was even worse when Alfie was younger - he was always in latch key or after school programs or day care, and hardly saw his parents unless they were asleep.
He was done with his finals, but since most of the school was leaving throughout the day, Alfie was bored. After smoking a joint in his room (he'd perfected the art of getting the smell of pot out of his room), he got the munchies, so he went to the cafeteria for lunch. He took his guitar case with him, since he figured that no one would be around so he could play. That was one of the beautiful things about going to a performing arts high school - no one got upset or annoyed when you started playing music in a place like the cafeteria.
Today was pizza day in the cafeteria, which was wonderful, since Alfie had a craving for cheese right now. He brought his tray to an empty table (well, most of them were empty), and ate half of his pizza. Suddenly, he felt compelled to take his guitar out and start playing. Nothing like a cafeteria sing along, even when no one was there.
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[20 Dec 2008|05:23pm] |
Who: Sara and OTA
What: people watching the tourists in ny!
When: Saturday, December 20th, afternoon
Where: Central Park
As much as she loved winter, there was one thing that Sara hated about winter in New York City - the tourists. She grew up in Brooklyn, and as a born and bred New Yorker, ignoring or loathing tourists was ingrained in her very being. Trying to make her way through the crowds of tourists, from the subway station to her favorite rock in Central Park, took about twenty minutes (a walk that normally takes about four minutes). Regardless, she always found herself in Manhattan on the weekends when she was home, and even when she was at school. As misanthropic and xenophobic as she was feeling at the moment, there just was nothing like Manhattan after a light dusting of snow.
Sara was bundled up in her pea coat, a scarf that she had bought for herself in London last summer, mittens, a hat that tied below the chin and had a pom pom at the top, and snow boots. Sure, there was only a few inches of snow, but you never knew how much snow you might get, and if she had to trudge home in the snow, Sara was going to be prepared.
Once she set herself at the perch of her rock, sitting down on a towel she had brought with her so that her pants didn't get too wet from the ice and snow she assumed would be there, Sara turned on her mp3 player and began one of her favorite activities - people watching. Now, this may sound hypocritical, as she detested tourists, but she really only hated people when she had to deal with them and push her way through them in order to get to her destination. Once she was in her own little bubble, having conversations with herself and listening to music, Sara actually enjoyed watching the interactions of other people, just as long as she wasn't the one doing the interactions. However, she really wasn't expecting a classmate to find her up in her secret place in Central Park.
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