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Post by ivy on Nov 14, 2007 0:24:21 GMT -5
When you call she doesn't answer, when you write she doesn't answer
You go out you see him with her, she told you she was sick at home
The ring you gave her thrown away with all the letters
And when you see him with her, he doesn't even care at all
As she follows him around like you follow her around
And he doesn't even care and your figuring out
The only way your gonna keep somebody around
Well I'm about to let you know
Ivy Porter sat underneath a tree, smiling as the leaves were her favorite color orange. She had on black skinny jeans with a hole in the knee, her studded belt, Fedora hat, aviator sunglasses, converse and her favorite Panic! At The Disco band tee. She set her bag on the ground and yawned a bit before she herself sat down.
She leaned against the tree and began to dig around her bag, looking for her pencil and sketchpad. She finally found it and smiled as she opened it up to her unfinished drawing of Jack Skellington. She began drawing as a soft breeze blew through her black hair, her orange extensions tickling her face a bit. |
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Post by olive on Nov 14, 2007 13:51:18 GMT -5
Birdy smiled, and spread her arms. She was a bird, like her name. Not a bird exactly, a laughing girl pretending to be a bird. A happy bird. Wheeling about, she noticed a girl up ahead. Her tail feathers shifted, and away she went, towards her friend. Or her to-be friend. You couldn't help liking the girl, she was so alive, and full of life. Jumping down, she plonked herself next to the other girl, looking at her with vibrant eyes, full of fun. Leaning over the girl's shoulder, she looked at the drawing. Of...a boy. It looked vaguely like Jack Skellington. "'Ello 'ello. Nice drawing ya got there. Wot's ya name?" It didn't matter if the girl didn't give her name, Birdy would choose one for her. She'd already decided on something. May. It was a nice name, and it described her friend well. Jumping up again, she wheeled around, always keeping her eyes fixed on the notepad, where her friend was drawing the person. It was a very well drawn person, make no mistakes.
Laughing, Birdy spun in a circle, a eagle once, and a sparrow the next. She was delighted with her new friend. Sitting down again, she was in her joking mood. She frowned as she stared down at the picture. "Is that a tree? Oh, it's a beautiful tree. With branches like arms and legs. A person-tree!" Nodding, she smiled, her attention concentrated fully on her friend. The girl's dark brown hair swirled around her face as the breeze hissed with anger. The blonde tips smacked her face. She laughed, and quietly tucked them away.
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