Confidence in Insecurity [o]

[Alex]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #e0674f; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #edd4ca; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 520px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes Anyone, please, join in! count enough. tags alex, park, running, memories [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; text-transform: lowercase; height: 500px; overflow: auto;] Alexandria ran down the long, circular path outlining the park. It was already hot out, despite the early hour, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Her shoes pounded out a steady rhythm on the concrete along with her heart. Alex wasn't the sort to have a music player strapped to her arm; the sounds of the city were enough for her. She came to her starting point, at the children's playground, having completed the half-mile long path. Slowing, then stopping, she took a look around. There were no children outside playing, of course. It was early enough in the morning that most sane people would still be in bed. But then, most wouldn't consider Alex sane. She found her way to the giant lion's head. It was actually a water fountain, and it always felt funny to put her pink head into a cat's mouth to drink water, even if the cat was just a sculpture. The water was warm and tasted funny, but it quenched her thirst. She stood up, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. It was supposed to be her first day of class for the year. But what was the point when you didn't have a partner? She didn't expect to find one anytime soon. It wasn't a pessimisstic point of view, just a realistic one. It was time to head back to her apartment to get ready for the day, but Alex found herself sitting down on a swing and starting to pump her legs. Lucky and I used to swing all the time, see who could get the highest, She thought to herself with a smile. Somehow, she always got higher. Wonder who would win now... I could do it. I bet I could.

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[Rixon]

The blackness; sucking everything in destroying it all.what was it? A narrow tunnel way with that of a man with a swordsomething odd about it. Rixon curiousity which usually got the better of him forced him to see who it was. As he got closer but as he did the ring of his blade as it swept through his body and began to reveal the man's face.

Another sleepless night with haunting nightmares that seemed to mean nothing. The silence of his room barely light by the sun coming through the shade. It didn't take Rixon long to change going out for a walk and skipping breakfast entirely. The sounds of distant birds in the background as he started his morning routine. The park; usually crowded with many kids on the swings. on the slides. or hanging from the monkey bars. The odd thing about waking up early was that everything was empty at this time. He exhaled a deep breath of wondering; he hated being alone more or so afraid of it, but it seemed that no matter what he did he ended up that way.

He walked toward a nearby bench; he took his hands resting hid head on them groggily rubbing his eyes. Rixon looked upward and noticed a girl who had been swimming; why was she up so early? Rixon thought he was the only who got up this early though it wasn't what he wanted. Rixon sighed; he was going to have move soon wasn't he, he hated being alone so he wanted to say but he couldn't quite talk to her either. This was his second year at the academy and he wasn't the most popular kid in school more along the lines of the on people pick on becuase they don't fight back.

Rixon didn't like to hurt so why was he in the academy where he was being trained to fight? well that's his secret.

[Alex]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #e0674f; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #edd4ca; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 520px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes Howdy, pardner. Sorry for the suckish post. :/ count enough. tags alex, park, running, memories [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; text-transform: lowercase; height: 500px; overflow: auto;] Swinging was childish and as a teenaged girl, Alex shouldn't have enjoyed it nearly as much as she did. She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings, but when she finally did notice the boy sitting on the bench, she considered dragging her feet on the ground to stop. How embarrassing.

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Just as the girl with the pink hair got to the top of her arc, she leaped off, landing on the wood chips. She didn't fall, but her knees ached a bit from the landing. "'Morning." she said approaching the boy. His hair was so light, it looked nice in the early sunlight. [ She really had to dye her hair again, the pink was fading to her normal chestnut color. ] "How about this weather. It's gonna be a hot one again, huh?"

Yeah, smalltalk wasn't alex's strong suit. Her dad always said, although he wasn't the one who came up with it: Don't knock the weather. if it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation.[/color]

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[Rixon]

Rixon looked perplexed as the female walked closer to him. Being shy for him was more then a curse then anything along with worrying about all little details. Is she going to lke me? Will she hate me? Will she be mean? Those were his biggest worries at the moment considering he was all alone and being the push over he was she could easily hurt him physically and mentally. "H-Hi..." His voice was hesistant and unsure how he should adress her approaching him so fast.

His eyes looked at her pink hair; he liked the color pink and he assumed someone who decided to dye there hair pink couldn't be mean could they? The weather? Why would she want to know about the weather? Rixon slightly panicked becuase he had no clue about the weather if she just wanted to know how it was now he would be able to do that but it's not like he knew what was going to happen tomorow. He was releived as she told him it was going to be hot one again.

"Uhh Yeah" it was easy to tell he wasn't the most out-going person from his soft voice and how he reacted to most situations. He wanted to move back but he was sitting in a bench he couldn't possibly move away from her and even though most people wouldn't be afraid of a girl he was. Girls had been much more un-fair to him then boys in the past, some are nice and will be his friends but the mean ones hurt him. Rixon hated himself and he began beleiving what the other kids told him.

"I don't mind it being warm out.." Rixon sighed slightly.