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Post by Stacey Dylan Carlyle on Oct 10, 2008 13:00:28 GMT -5
Stacey Dylan Carlyle
  
"I love you, you love me
We're a happy family..."
Yeah, right. Family, according to her mother, Hannah, was a waste of time. Family was one of those things that some people got to experience, but some didn't. Stacey, apparently was one of those people. Barney the Dinosaur had gotten it wrong. Wrong on two counts. The first, she was sure of, but the second was shrouded in doubt. The first, the cert, was that they weren't a family. Hannah and Stacey were like two strangers living under the same roof, and had been that way since the accident. The second, the thing that Stacey wasn't so sure about.... Of course, SHE loved her mother... She just wasn't sure sometimes that her mother loved HER, or even knew she still existed.
Because of this, Stacey didn't try to converse with her mother; try to find any common ground. Instead, she woke, showered, dressed, grabbed an apple, a book and her cell, and slipped out of the house, unseen by her mother, who was lying, dozing, in a drunken stupor.
There was only one place to go this early in the morning where she could have the amount of noise that she craved, yet still have the peace she required to read her book.
Sat on a swing, moving backwards and forwards with tiny, almost unnoticeable motions, even in the midst of a fantasy battle, Stacey had her feet planted firmly on the ground. Her red lips were closed, and in a neutral position, and there was a slight pucker between her brows from having to read the small print on the pages without her glasses which she, foolishly, had left in her bathroom.
Inside her head, the world was infinitely better. Battles were won and lost, but without the gore of the real world. Love was gained, and was pure, and Stacey lowered her book as she stared into the distance. "Why does no-one love me?" She breathed, easily keeping her tears at bay, though a part of her just wanted to let them out.
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Post by Kevin Mariano on Oct 10, 2008 14:24:52 GMT -5
 'I'm a one man show.I don't need no one' The only thing worse than having nothing to do on a weekend was having nothing to do on a weekend and still being stuck in the house.Now most kids wouldn't mind just staying in their rooms and playing video games or chatting away mindlessly to their friends on msn but that wasn't Kevin.He loved to be out and about, socializing with his friends in person and being active.The only thing was nobody was free, he tried calling Skye and there was no answer, he also tried calling Aimi but she was busy with Danny.Why did his only two friends have to have other lives too? He wished he could just snap his fingers and have them appear whenever he wanted.Making small talk with his mother when he walked into the kitchen that morning he grabbed a smoothie out of the fridge and made his way towards the door, he decided if he couldn't enjoy himself he was going to force out the fun.
What better location to go on a nice day than the park? His deep brown eyes checked out the scene around him, he bright sun, blue sky and hot weather.It seemed perfect, if only he had someone to spend it with.Looking ahead of him he avoided eye contact with the teenagers surrounding him, shyness was one of his most well known attributes, that and his most annoying, he hated that he couldn't even manage a smile around people, he got too nervous and though he was aware of it he couldn't seem to break the bad habit.Finally reaching the gates of the park he smiled to himself, he made it past the gangs of anarchists and such that usually hung out near the gates, smoking and causing trouble, luckily they hadn't really payed attention to him so he had avoided the insults.
Kevin made his way to the grassy area near the play park, he noticed that it was quite secluded here, hardly anybody insight, well a few people walking their dogs and a few couples walking across the grass but other than that nothing.He figured he could just sit around and relax for a while, maybe listen to his music or something, anything to take his mind off of things.He began to walk towards the swings, one of his favorite places to just sit and relax but once he arrived he noticed a girl sitting on one of them, she looked familiar but he couldn't quite make her out just yet.Upon getting closer he realized who she was, Stacey Carlyle, they were friends but not close or anything, he knew her to say hi to and that was about it.Sitting next to her on one of the swings he leaned forward slightly, hoping to catch her attention from her book as he gave a sweet smile "hey Stacey".
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Post by Stacey Dylan Carlyle on Oct 12, 2008 18:52:49 GMT -5
Stacey Dylan Carlyle
The sun shone, the birds sang, the children played. What could be wrong with life? Oh yeah, I remember. A dead father and an alcoholic mother, and the prospect of a future that seemed to be moving yet further away. She was never going to get away, she realised that now. Stacey was going to be stuck in Miami, caring for her mother when she couldn't care for herself, not daring to go far away in case she lost that foul woman that was the only living relative that she had, and was the woman that had given her life (and never let her forget it).
The book, now forgotten, dangled from Stacey's slim, pale fingers. Her grip was tight enough to keep hold of the fragile papers trapped inside a slightly less fragile paper cover, though loose enough that the wind could ruffle the pages, and make it seem as if the book would fall with a thud onto the soft green grass at any moment.
Stacey's eyes were wide and staring, their crystalline blue mirrored only in the bluest part of the sky, where she was staring. The birds, they were what intrigued her. So free, so lucky, and yet they were here. Why were they here, and when was humankind going to sprout wings to let them fly away, fly away to any place they desired, to wing it to the farthest corners of the world, just to think things through. Humankind had wings, yes, but they were loud, big, scary, and they were more trouble than they were worth. Pollution, fuel prices, production costs, maintenance... It never ended, this cycle of spending money. Sure, humankind could go places, but they were trapped inside a metal contraption. Stacey wanted to know when they could be free - free as the birds that circled above them, crying out to each other in their intricate dance.
Her eyes were clear of tears as her gaze was brought back down to the solid earth. Her book in her grasp, she glanced at that before she realised that it wasn't the book calling to her, as it so often did in these trances of hers, but instead that it was a human being, a living organism, a.... a boy.
Looking more closely, her eyes slid into focus and she gave a small, shy, sweet smile in return for the one offered to her. She remembered him. She remembered everyone. She was good with names, dates, things like that. And he seemed to know her too. That surprised her, and she looked taken aback for a second before she smiled again. "Hi, Kevin." Stacey's voice was quiet, as always, and soft as a downy feather. She rarely spoke out of turn, or at a volume that was considered 'normal' to the general population. Her house was always so quiet that she didn't see the need for such a level of sound, especially from one person.
Politeness reared its head, and Stacey glanced at her book again, looking at the page number before she closed the book and dropped it carefully to the floor. "How are you?" She asked, seeming genuinely interested as she cocked her head to one side and contemplated the boy with the quiet indifference that some people found quite off-putting.
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Post by Kevin Mariano on Oct 13, 2008 13:43:35 GMT -5
'I'm a one man show.I don't need no one' Beginning to swing back and forth lightly he kept his focus on the area around him he was waiting for her reply and needed something to focus his attention on.It wasn't that Stacey bored him or anything, no it was the complete opposite it was just he had this tendency to just shoot his attention somewhere else whenever he had a conversation or anywhere really, he had a short attention span, though he was still listening he didn't look at her.It was terrible when it came to things like school because he would just zone out and flow into daydream land in the middle of classes, something that usually got him shouted at by teachers but that was the only thing he got in trouble for, since he was an angelic he had a good reputation to keep up.
Quickly focusing his attention back to her after remembering she was shy he saw that she managed a smile back.It made him feel accomplished to get a smile from her, usually they would pass each other in the street and just say hi or give 'the nod' of approval but no this was a smile.Grasping onto the chains of the swing as he let himself go a little higher he let his smile grow wide with his happiness, happy that she responded even if it was a quiet response.He could relate to that though because he was shy around people, it seemed that she was so innocent and sweet but maybe there was more to her? After all you could never judge a book by its cover.
Watching her he was about to speak when she beat him to it, not like it mattered , it was the same question he was going to ask anyway."I'm fine thank you" he replied politely "I was bored at home so i decided to come here, and yeah alone..i have no friends" he sort of joked the last part but in a sense it was true, he had no friends that were available at the moment to hang out with him, but he liked being alone sometimes, it gave him a chance to meet new people and to have some ' me' time."What about yourself?" he asked as his eyes trailed down to the book she had recently placed on the floor, once his eyes met hers again he gave another smile "What brings you to the park alone?" he then added.
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Post by Stacey Dylan Carlyle on Oct 14, 2008 11:10:25 GMT -5
Stacey Dylan Carlyle
Stacey swung back and forth on her solid rubber perch, though her feet never left the ground. She rocked onto her heels, then onto the balls of her feet, then back onto her heels again and again in the kind of repetitive movement that she found to be rather soothing and therapeutic. Their conversation flowed slowly, pauses and gaps between questions and answers, but that was the way she liked it best. That was the way it happened in her books. Dialogue, description, more dialogue. Of course, though, she wasn't reading this, so she imagined the description to herself, telling her imaginary audience about the colours and shapes and sights that surrounded them, and the vague smell of cologne on the air that could only come from one place.
She nodded courteously as Kevin answered her question in more detail than it really required. She seemed to, somehow, know that Kevin was an only child (an example of the random facts she soaked up and retained) and therefore prone to boredom, just as she was. Stacey smiled timidly at the crack he made at himself, and she shook her head slightly. "I'm sure you have plenty of friends. They're probably just busy." Stacey somehow veiled her compliment to make it seem like a totally normal statement to make. She was skilled in that way. She made her words sound as if they didn't matter, no matter how poignant.
Stacey's eyes held a hint of surprise as Kevin returned the customary question, and she stammered over an answer that was hastily assembled in her mind. "I--I'm very well, thanks." She deigned to smile there, and look down at her hands, that were folded on her lap as she sat stationary on the swing. "My house was too quiet." She added, vaguely. "I mean, I'm all for peace and quiet, but it was the kind of silence with an ominous tone... You know what I mean?" She offered, by way of making conversation, for once. She didn't expect that Kevin would know what she was talking about, but that was to no consequence to the conversation at all.
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Post by Kevin Mariano on Oct 15, 2008 14:21:31 GMT -5
'I'm a one man show.I don't need no one' His feet hit the ground making him come to a halt on his little repetitive swinging motion, as he had a short attention span things didn't keep him amused for long enough.Other than conversation of course, he could talk for hours.But it was quite sad in his mind because he remembered when he was a little kid about eight or nine years old, how he used to love coming to the park and he could do the same things over and over again and never get bored, but what was the use of the park for him now? To just sit around, meet new people and relax, it wasn't like it used to be, with the constant laughter and how you could just make friends with anybody at all at the snap of a finger, childhood, he missed it.
Snapping out of his own little thought bubble he looked in her direction, noticing that she was now swinging.He gave a short smile as he took one hand off the chain and ran his fingers through his hair.Seeing her shake her head his smile grew a little, she was obviously about to make a joke or reply sweetly, the second option struck him as more of a Stacey remark.And there it was, she smiled timidly and gave her response."Well i have two real friends, the rest are just...i don't know.." he gave a shrug, he wasn't really sure how to put it because it wasn't like he didn't like hanging out with his other friends but they didn't seem to care for him as much as Aimi and Skye did.
Nodding when she thanked him for asking how she was he couldn't help but think about how sweet she was, she seemed like a true, genuine girl and he wanted to know more about her.Kevin returned her smile and decided he was bored of sitting in the same position, he lifted one leg and stood on the seat of the swing as he hauled himself up and placed his other foot firmly on the seat.Looking down to her he rested his head against the chain nearest to Stacey and smiled once more "Yeah i actually do, so you live by yourself then?" he asked clearly asking if she had any brothers or sisters or any of that kind of stuff.
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