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Post by LANDON JOSEPH REYNOLDS on Nov 13, 2012 22:28:39 GMT -5
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I could use somebody, I've been roaming around always looking down at all I see. Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach. You know that I could use somebody. Someone like you, & all you know and how you speak. Countless lovers under cover of the street.  [style=width: 350px; background-color: ffffff; text-align: justify; padding: 8px; border-left: 5px solid #546e6b; line-height: 9px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;] Landon had just finished his back to school shopping. The beginning of his senior year of college started in just under a month. He had busted his ass all summer to be able to buy his supplies himself. He knew his mother would buy them if he asked but he hated to ask them. He preferred to get what he could on his own. Made him feel like he could make it on his own. His mom already helped him enough with tuition. His parents had set up a savings account so it had covered his first two years and part of his third. Now, she was helping with as much as she could. The rest Landon got out a loan for. It’s not like it was a terribly large amount. He was going to the community college so he only needed about $5,000 each semester since he lived off campus. He got a little extra for supplies but it helped to ease things. Especially if something came up like his computer crashed or he needed more drafting supplies. Landon tipped his hat downward as he walked across the trails. After he spent the first fifteen years of his life in South Carolina, the summer weather here was nothing. He could wear a sweater if he wanted to! He was just lucky he had lived in Maine long enough in order to get in state tuition cost. Otherwise he’d be severely screwed. Especially where he went for a career that cost a lot to invest to. The programs, a computer that was fast enough and all his drafting supplies. But that was the life of an architecture student. That was the only think he had a passion for. All his life he escaped into drawing buildings and designing his own. Especially with his younger years in foster care. Drawing the building he saw in his mind were a fantastic escape. His feet pounded along the paths as he moved. They kicked up the dust of the trail as he whistled through his pursed lips. After working his shift at the L.L. Bean just on the outskirts of town, he still didn’t get sick of the outdoors. It was one place he still felt a sense of calm. |
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Post by RUBY-GRACE MCPHERSON on Jan 22, 2013 23:16:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] RUBY-GRACE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Ruby-Grace McPherson was a unique small town girl. Born and raised here in Hope Harbor she loved the place and really never wanted to leave it, permanently that is, because she did enjoy traveling from time to time, like say for a vacation. Those who knew her best had the tendency to call her "Rubarb" or "Little Missy". Her students just called her "Miss Ruby". She was a singer/songwriter/middle school music teacher and she loved it. On top of that all she was completely gorgeous and had a wicked vintage fashion sense. In fact, all the girl ever wore was vintage, or vintage-style clothing. She even wore vintage make up. Yah, the kind that cost an arm and a leg, but was oh so worth it. Sure she didn't make a ton of money on a teacher's salary, but it was just her, and during the summer months, she usually got jobs performing in Hope Harbor and in Portland and a few other outlying towns, so she could afford her vintage charm.
Ruby-Grace was also a very happy girl, though some may have argued that she was not as happy as she once had been. In college, Ruby had been the victim of domestic violence. She'd stuck with Jeff far too long, only because she believed he would change. But he never did and Ruby almost lost her life because of it. She never really talked much about it when she recovered physically, but she still carries mental and physical scars from the whole thing. It took her quite some time to get back to "normal", but that was all thanks to her older brother Kieran, who loved, adored, and now protected her. Because of the violent relationship she fell victim too, Ruby carries insecurities. She's had a hard time trusting people, at least ones she doesn't know, and prefers not to be on her own, if she can help it. But of course there are times when she simply must be. Ruby was no longer a child and couldn't have her brother nursemaiding her, her whole life. As for her father, she never really saw him much. Neither did Kieran. Mr. McPherson was an auto-mechanic, often worked over time, and had little or no interest in his children's lives, especially now that they were adults. They saw him, if they were lucky, on Christmas and Thanksgiving, and once every 3 or 4 months throughout the year. Their mother they hadn't seen since they were small children. Ruby didn't even remember her. That was just all a big complicated mess.
Aside from her other personality traits, Ruby enjoyed jogging and photography. Not together, though she'd done that as a child, which was quite entertaining. But she simply loved the outdoors, so when the weather was beautiful, like it was today, she either went out for a jog, or to shoot some pictures. Today she'd chosen photography. The way the rays of sun were erupting through the clouds, she knew she couldn't pass up the chance to take some photos of the local wildlife and her beautiful ocean. Ruby found great comfort in the ocean. Perhaps it was because it was the only thing, besides Kieran that was constant in her life. It was always there and could never be moved.
Ruby had driven her precious Volkswagen Beetle to the parking area at the edge of the Rock Port Trails, which was one of her favorite places to be. She wore a light brown sweater, a pink-ish dress, and ankle socks in brown converse. Not everyone could have pulled the look off, but Ruby-Grace certainly did. Smiling, something she did 99% of the time, she breathed in the fresh, nature soaked air, and started down the path with her camera around her neck, and accessory bag on her shoulder. Every few feet, she'd stop and examine a plant or insect of sorts before excitedly photographing it. Ruby was one of those perfectionists that always checked her work on the spot and would do it over and over again until it was exactly the way she wanted, or at least close to it. So often times she could spend 5 hours photographing, making it less than half a mile and come back with only 8 or 10 photographs at the very best. But they were always excellent. Her favorites she would have developed and framed than hung them on her walls. The ones that weren't her favorites, she'd consign at the cafe and other little art shops in the area. Ruby loved her life and all her work and hobbies. Tags: Landon | Notes: -- | Credit: 156zcm of CautionNotes: In their own line |
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Post by LANDON JOSEPH REYNOLDS on Jan 24, 2013 19:32:39 GMT -5
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I could use somebody, I've been roaming around always looking down at all I see. Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach. You know that I could use somebody. Someone like you, & all you know and how you speak. Countless lovers under cover of the street.
Landon decided to take a break, sitting on a boulder just off the path. A couple trees hid him from sight. Most of the time, he always felt like this-like he was out of site from everyone else. No, it wasn’t like a race thing or anything like that, it was a town thing. He was from the south and only went to school up here. Sure, he stayed during the summers to save money because he rented an apartment but he didn’t really “belong” here. Truthfully, he didn’t really belong back with his family either as they were his adoptive family. No, they never made him feel out of place but Landon wanted to know where he came from. He wanted to know his birth mother and hopefully whoever his biological father was as well.
His parents supported him but he was also scared. Landon didn’t want to be disappointed. Still, he was saving up money for the search just in case. With his job, he put some aside for school supplies, some for his life needs and a little bit towards what he needed for the search. He had no idea what the option agency would give him so if he needed a private investigator he wanted the resources available. Or, if he waited until he got a job as an architect, Landon could get a really good PI. That’s if he could wait. This whole decision was really hard.
When Landon went to leave, he noticed a friend of his passing by. They weren’t super close but they occasionally hung out together. They had a mutual friend which is how they met. Sometimes he went to one of her little concerts to watch her perform. Ruby was really good. Deciding to mess with her a little, Landon picked up some small stones near his feet. He aimed them so they flew in front of her and her camera but didn’t hit her. That had to confuse her to no end to see these tiny little streaks going across her lens. HE laughed to himself as he peeked around the tree trunk while he did this.
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