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Post by victoria taylor samuels on Aug 4, 2008 8:48:34 GMT -5
* victoria taylor samuels ! hold my head ... inside your hands i need someone ... who understands i need someone ... someone who hears for you i've waited all these years for you i'd wait ... 'til kingdom come until my day ... my day is done and say you'll come ... and set me free just say you'll wait ... you'll wait for me * [/color] Could this all be real? It looked like a very pretty picture. Not anything substantial at all. The scene before her seemed like the kind that could melt away if she blinked too many times. The multicolored threads of color in the sky looked like they could slip away if she blew too hard. Radiant reds, plush purples, impressive indigos, overwhelming oranges, pretty pinks, and even some basic blues painted the sunset. They fit perfectly, threading together so that it looked like some artist had woven them together. It was all so breathtaking. And then the big glowing circle that was the sun, already a quarter of the way dipped under the horizon. The dark waves that lapped against the shore and against the bright background had a rhythmic soothe to it. Back and forth, back and forth. And endless see of sloshes and crashing of small waves. Almost like the sea's lullaby. Strangely enough, tonight, she could see almost every detail, like her eyes had cleared up. Even for an angel, this kind of observance wasn't usually there. Or maybe Vicky just never noticed these things. The grains of sand glittered when the beams of the setting sun fell on them. Spread randomly through the tan beige color of most of the sand grains, there was the occasional black one or clear one. Variation through the crowd. She chose not to see the other things, like half broken beer bottles poking up at odd angles, discarded maps thrown carelessly by half bored tourists, leftover utensils from people who decided to have lunch here or something, and all sorts of other trash. The thought of all that litter almost brought a frown. That is, it almost did until the thought of the boy whose hand rested in hers brought yet another happy smile to her face. *[/color] It was always hard to describe Devon. Whenever her gal pals, not including the band's girls, asked her about him, she could never really tell them exactly. She was getting better, but not quite. He was more the kind of guy that you had to be around to understand what he was like. He was himself, that was the closest thing she could tack on him. Of course she added the usual,: sweet, funny, goofy, charming. They kind of words that you always used to describe the boy you liked. There was something else. Something special. It was the something that you added when you knew that this boy was different. She didn't know if it was the way he cheered her up so easily, the way when he held her she knew that she was at home, or even the way when he could laugh at himself, at and others, so easily. Dev was just so great all around! The time Vicky spent with him certainly wasn't enough. During their dates, she found herself wishing that they could go on forever and never come to an end. Whenever her lips found his, they never wanted to leave. It was almost like they were made for each other. Though she was an angel and he was a vampire, they'd learned to pass over that. Plus the two species weren't mortal enemies, they got along well enough. Angels got along with everyone, except some demons. Vicky, in her case, tried to stand them. They weren't so bad after the anger management issues died down somewhat. It was hard for her to immediately dislike someone. Her nature was just so soft and compassionate. Too forgiving. It had gotten her into trouble more than once. Not one for fighting, she usually just melted into the sidelines once again, waiting for her moods to pass. *[/color] Vicky had been this terribly quiet girl before she met Devon. You know the girl who sat soft of to the side of the class that no one would notice unless called upon? Yeah, that was her. She got good grades, was quiet, never got into trouble. She was, actually, an angel. Gradually though, as she spent more and more time with the wild crazy band and their friends, she started to branch out, to be more outgoing. It was just subtle at first, talking more, being more spontaneous, laughing louder. But if you compared the Vicky now to the Vicky one year ago, you'd be surprised out of your socks. She's way more bouncy and bold, but if you look a little deeper, you can still see the old Vicky down there, quiet, a deep thinker, and has a small tendency to over analyze things. She has no ADD, but quite a lot of OCD. Well that was before. Now even the smallest things interest her, so I suppose the ADD is making an appearance. Still, she's not as wild as some, but certainly nothing like she was before. Before, she would never have gone out with a boy so calmly. Her palms would have gone clammy; her smiles would have been fainter. But now, after a year or so with Dev, she couldn't imagine how she could have felt uneasy around him. He was so ... she was at a loss of words again. Earlier they had gone to Massimo's for dinner, the local restaurant. It was good, though Vicky really wasn't that hungry. She had left half her spaghetti uneaten. Plus, she didn't eat as much in public anyways. After that, they had strolled around town, hand in hand, rather aimlessly, until they reached the beach. Vicky was glad for her light summer frock that she had chosen to wear. Taking off her shoes and holding them lightly by the heel in her hands, she was now bare foot, delighting in the squish of soft sand between her toes as she stood still. Looking up at him, finally able to tear her eyes away from the beautiful scene, Vicky smiled happily before kissing him on the cheek. " Thanks for tonight," she said finally, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. [/size] [/blockquote] tagged * [/color] devon mcloid status *[/color] COMPLETEincompletechat *[/color] yey! attire *[/color] dress + shoes + bagword count *[/color] 1,004 words[/font][/size][/center]
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devon mcloid !
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lemons could never be so sweet
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Post by devon mcloid ! on Aug 17, 2008 16:15:11 GMT -5
devon. andrew. mcloidcuz if you jump i will jump too we will fall together from the buildings ledge never looking back at what we've done we'll say it was love cuz i would die for you on skyway avenue »» Devon sighed. This had to be a dream. If this was real- well, it couldn't be. It was too perfect. Real life wasn't perfect. Real life sucked. Real life brought real pain and real confusion. Real life was plain out sucky. There was nothing exciting about real life. It just wasn't... fun. Especially considering it was Devon's life in question. A year or two ago, his life consisted of eating, sleeping, going to school, chores, homework and gigs. He had no girlfriend and his life was his guitar. Not that he didn't want to play guitar and that he didn't love it with every fiber of his being, but he needed something else. The only girls in his life were Jesslynn von Ness; who pretty much belonged to Damien, her sister Christa; who has her eyes on Darren, Alyx Roslind; their 'lil sis' who was in love with Darren and Jude and the 'new kid' Kayleen Hunter. Kayls was a puffball of an angel that Alyx dragged to a gig and an after party. She was a cute kid and he ended up dating her, earning a violent stare from big brother. Of course, it didn't work out and Dev let her go peacefully. They were still friends to this day. A year or two ago, his life seemed quite boring and rather dull compared to now. He was happy, yes, but there was something he was missing. He had always been a hopeless romantic, so it was the idea of a perfect girl in his life that captivated him. Just the thought of a girl made for him was enough. Kayleen wasn't it, so she was still out there. He had to keep looking for her after Kayleen. And when he looked, he found Victoria Taylor Samuels.
»» Oh Victoria Samuels. The beautiful junior angel he met in his junior year. He remembered the day perfectly in his mind. They were in class together, and Devon, like usual, was goofing off. He was running around the room and slipped on a wet spot and nearly died, or so he says. He caught himself on the corner of a desk, and that desk belonged to Victoria Samuels. She looked up at him and it was over. O-ver. Devon sat next to her and talked, via notes, through the whole class. He asked her to get coffee the next day and she agreed. They talked for hours and ordered ten coffees between the two of them. Everything after that was done together. She became a part of the group. She was one of the girls as easily as Alyx, Harper, Christa, Jessie or Kayleen did. She was as much one of the girls as Jude was one of the guys. Victoria was at all the the gigs and every after party. People mistook them for a couple more than once and Devon had it. He asked her, quite casually one day, if she'd like to be his girlfriend. She didn't answer, but he knew she heard him. He asked her again to be his 'main squeeze' which was a play on his lemon obsession. She laughed and answered yes. They had a great first date and second date... and so on and so forth. When they hit the six month mark, Devon faced the facts. There was no more looking involved. He found the perfect girl. He was in love with Vicky. Period. End of story. She was the one.
»» After a year, Devon was so sure he never even looked at other girls, not in the way he looked at Vicky. He only ever thought of Victoria. And tonight had been perfect. he took her to dinner and she barely ate anything, like usual. He got used to it. They could be so different. Victoria was very quiet and collected, but had a very pretty laugh and a gorgeous smile. Devon was loud and crazy. He laughed like a lunatic and had a cute smile. He had noticed that since he and Victoria had been friends, that she had branced out. She had more friends and was crazier. She was smiling more and talking more.. she was becoming this girl that made him love her even more. She made him love her more with every smile and laugh. And the kissing? Ugh, it was beyond words. She had to be the best kisser he knew, bar non. And she was so... good! He couldn't keep himself away from her, but he managed. he didn't want to push her.
»» As they walked down the beach, Devon couldn't stop smiling. Her small hand had fit into his perfectly. It was sunset by now and it looked beautiful. Time meant nothing. Time was nothing when you were in love. Devon smiled and looked down at her when he heard her voice. He nodded. Bringing their entwined hands to his lips, he kissed her hand. He kissed her lightly on the lips and smiled. "Well, I'm glad you liked it." He said. He still couldn't stop smiling... He pushed her hair behind her ear and placed a hand on her cheek. "You should really keep your hair out of your face." He said. "It's covering up too much for my liking." Cheesy? yes. True? Very. tags;; victoria samuels status;; complete|incomplete outfit;; i'm lazy :] word count;; eight hundred seventy-nine {879} chat;; sorry. tis bad. ><
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Post by victoria taylor samuels on Oct 12, 2008 18:51:18 GMT -5
* victoria taylor samuels ! hold my head ... inside your hands i need someone ... who understands i need someone ... someone who hears for you i've waited all these years for you i'd wait ... 'til kingdom come until my day ... my day is done and say you'll come ... and set me free just say you'll wait ... you'll wait for me * [/color] It was interesting how everything important in her life could be tied together in some way. For Vicky there were lots of little things that she enjoyed, but the three most important were the art, her friends, and her family … or what’s left of it anyways. First off, art. There were so many different branches in this area. There was what most people thought of as art: painting, sculptures, and sketches. Though she tended to stay away from sculptures, clay, and basically anything that was obviously a hands on activity, but tried her hand at most everything else. There had been oil pastels, watercolors, and charcoal drawings. Her favorite by far was oil paints. Though they were expensive, she often saved up for more and more. The way you could paint with both texture and color fascinated her. For example, if you painted regularly with oil paints, you would get bumpy spots where the paint globbed and didn’t spread out evenly. But if you wanted to take it further and explore the possibilities, if you took a fine toothed comb or something of that sort and ran it through the paint before it dried, it would come up with a ridged pattern. Or another example could be getting a large area and cover it with paint and get cookie cutters to make patterned imprints, such as stars or hearts. The possibilities were endless! She absolutely would have used oil paints for a scene such as this night’s by the shoreline. But art could also mean music. Classical music, alternative music, soft music, and even, admittedly, rap music, were all forms of art. You had to put effort into making some come out of your hard work and melodic and lyrical inspirations. This leads to her all time favorite band, McFly. Maybe she was a tad biased since four of her closest guy friends, and boyfriend, were the members. But still, they did make pretty amazing music. *[/color] Those boys were, now, some of her most dear friends. Well Devon was her boyfriend as well, but besides that, he was also her best friend. It was through him that she had met all her current posse. To those who said who needed friends, she would tell them that they should rethink their morales. She used to be like that actually. Picture a regular high school classroom. Face the class with your back against the chalkboard. Now look to your left, somewhere near the middle. No, not far left, just slightly left. Yeah, now look towards the middle of that row. See that girl with the perfectly organized desk not talking to anyone really but sort of doodling aimlessly in her notebook? Her hair is slightly covering her face, blocking it from clear view. Yeah, a year ago, that would have been Vicky. The girl that no one really noticed unless specifically pointed out. The girl that everyone passed in the halls and got used to and never talked to really. Yeah that was Victoria, pre Devon. Post Devon was definitely a whole new story. She basically went from having no close friends even to about five best friends! The change was drastic, but definitely not one she would take back. Meri and Jake were complete opposites, but they were still sweet and absolutely perfect in their own little ways. Christa was so fun to be around. Though she could be a tad overbearing at times … well this was a while back anyways. Now she was basically just this depressing blob of sadness. Vicky felt so bad for her. This brought her to Katarina Black. She wasn’t too sure where she stood. At first, they were pretty good friends, since Kat was really just a great person to be around. But lately, after seeing the effects of the drama on Christa, she wasn’t so sure Kat was going to be on the top of her friends list. But still, she couldn’t deny she had amazing times with the girl. Harper was another one of her gal pals. Kayleen Hunter was also such a good buddy. Though she was Devon’s ex girlfriend, she was still a dear girl, and Vicky didn’t think she needed to worry about anything in that area. She knew she was in love with Devon, and he with her. There was no doubt about that. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about being in Christa’s situation. Poor girl. Still, Christa didn’t do anything wrong, and Vicky was dead sure that Darren didn’t mean to do it. *[/color] She smiled as he raised their hands to his lips. The smallest touch, the quickest glance, it all made her feel funny inside. Good funny, not weird funny. Funny like crazy in love. She was hopelessly gone. There really wasn’t any turning back. He meant the world to her. A big, huge, amazing world. Too many people would warn her that he would never do in the long run. Her family for one, wouldn’t exactly approve of a band member. A vampire band member made it worse. They were all about pure blood. Vicky would admit that at times, the thought of her children if she married a vampire worried her. They’d be half breed angels. That meant that they would have to receive their wings at a certain age, and she had heard that was quite painful. But usually she tried not to let thoughts like that run away with her. There was more than enough time for that. She needed to take things slowly. She was the daydream type of girl. The artsy one. The type that never let herself stay on the ground for more than a couple days. Though she was serious often and was smart most of the time, she never really took things the right way. The gravity of issues didn’t weigh down on her as much. She liked to think of the future, but often in ways that altered daily. When you asked her to, she tried hard to do as asked, but sometimes, things just don’t go as you would have liked. She liked the idea of fate and destiny, but often took it to extremes and had to keep herself in check. But every day, her life seemed to grow closer and closer to one of her fairytale-like daydreams. That didn’t help one bit. [/size] [/blockquote] tagged * [/color] devon mcloid status *[/color] COMPLETEincompletechat *[/color] sorry for the delay attire *[/color] dress + shoes + bagword count *[/color] 1,062 words[/font][/size][/center]
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