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Post by COOPER LOGAN HARRISON on Mar 15, 2009 0:48:18 GMT -5
  COOPER LOGAN HARRISON * * * * * * * * * * * *
Why was the boy sighing, you might ask? Well, simply put, he was bored. The whole day had been boring. It was a Saturday, pretty gloomy, rainy, and just not the best day overall. Cooper had started it out by getting up by falling out of his bed after a bad dream of being chased by robots sharks with lasers in their fins, and then he couldn't find anything to eat for breakfast; his usual corn pops had mysteriously disappeared and toast was just the most unappealing thing in the world. So he went without eating. Then, Cooper moped around the house for few hours, bugging his dad to the point of no return. Seriously, an eighteen year old boy should be doing more interesting things on a Saturday than bothering his father. The rest of the day was filled with nothingness and more nothingness, so Coop finally decided to come here, only to have his hopes crushed.
"I'll take another one, with rum, please." Cooper told the bartender as he came up to him, a questioning look in his eye. The 'tender had his drink infront of him in a matter of seconds. Cooper shrugged and gulped the drink down. He thought maybe the alcohol would help. Probably not; he needed company.
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Post by WINNIFRED OLIVE HART on Mar 15, 2009 14:28:32 GMT -5
 slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
[/center] The undeniable conscience that you are not being missed is a rather dismal one. she watched the light drizzle speckle the window pains as she watched her sister dance in the grass outside her house, pulling on her damp hair as it began to moisten. she laughed quickly, losing her balance to be caught by her friend of her's. She frowned as her dad approached. He was a guy of solitude, liked to read the papers at the crack of dawn, go straight to work at seven, and come back at ten, at which time winnie would find herself asleep. But he laughed quietly, for she could see his smile, before walking inside. She frowned, but tried very hard to deny it as she strolled outside gradually.
The soft breeaze tickled her loose grey teeshirt, yet it felt valiant and wonderful. nobody was around the long country road, as it was mostly shrouded with rather old people with diseases who enjoyed the stuffiness of the interior, usually tucke tihgtly in covers and in large pjs resembling footies yet not quite."hahum" she giggled quietly, smiling graciously as she further flitted down the road, finally entering the outskirts of 'downtown' or the more populated nook. She yawned multiple tims really, struggling to find a place to sit down or draw on the benches with her long arching fingernail.
The lights dimmed in obedience to the sun, as Winnie observed, waving before its last long fingers clasped and vanished below the looming horizon. The teenager gradually found a place to sit, and then found herself staring into the place where the sun had become a ghost. The darkness closed in quickly, and soon she saw people pouring into the building behind her. She didn't really want to look back though. IN what seemed like a very short time, after making this decision, she looked down into her hands and sobbed a bit. her failure in comparison to her ugly adopted sister. and ... everything. After a while, she forced herself to stop with her uneven breathing, however, and ... failed.
Again, she made another motion. It was in attempt to leave, go home, finish the homework she rarely had time to do. But as she took a step from the bench, a flashing light stunned her. She looked back at the building, watching the inside. Out of curiosity, she pressed her nose against the glass of a window. Iside, she frowned. A bunch of idiotic adolescants gulping down the alcohol they were in no place to drink. And in effect, found themselves dancing like the idiots they were. Goody-two-shoes that she tried to be, she couldn't manage to reach for her cellphone.
Instead,s he did something really everyone wouldn't think of her. She stepped cautiously inside the club, and walked clumsily up to the counter. Even without the drink, she faltered when she reached the bar, and frowned like she didn't know what she was doing. After recieving her dirnk, she flicked it down her throat with her tongue. She sputtered a bit, held her mouth in attempt to spit it out, and simply put the drink down. She didn't flinch, just started staring blankly into nothing.
status • DONE
word count • 534
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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Post by COOPER LOGAN HARRISON on Mar 16, 2009 16:34:49 GMT -5
COOPER LOGAN HARRISON * * * * * * * * * * * * Without realizing it, Cooper had downed his drink. Normally, he didn't drink, so gulping down a cup half full of rum was very unlike him. Sure, people usually called him the crazy kid, and often associated him with drinking, but he proved them wrong all the time.
Looking over to his side, a girl stumbled up to the bar. Her hair and facial features looked vaguely familiar and he took a moment to pinpoint where he had met her before and what her name was. He stared at her, concentrating, trying to remember. Started with a M? No... a W. Yeah, a W. Wendy? No... Win-Dixie? No, that was a dog... or something. Winnie! Like Winnie the Pooh, except she wasn't a bear."Hey Winnie." He said slowly, waving a hand at the girl in a "hello" sort of way. Well, it was more of a flick of the fingers of his fingers in her direction than a wave, but whatever.
"I usually don't see you around here. What brings you to the club on this gloomy, boring day?" Cooper asked, hoping to spark a conversation with the girl that he knew, but only slightly. They weren't best friends, but they did know a few things about eachother.
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