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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 20, 2009 20:08:02 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder felt the air brush through his hair in a whispy, almost melancholy fashion. The air was heavy and almost allowed him to feel the slightest ounce of pressure pushing on his chest. Sighing to relieve himself from the almost nonexistant pressure, he took a deep, inducing sniff of the air. It was moist and clean smelling; rain was coming. This thought did not bother him, let it rain was a motto for him. It was just easier to let it rain rather than shake his fist towards the sky to try and prevent the inevitable just because he did not fancy such at the moment.
Turning his head, Ryder felt the gravel underneath it shift uncomfortably. The sharp, jaged edges of tiny rock dug into his skull persuading him to move again to relieve the points of pain. He did indeed move, but not just his head. He rose into a sitting position and instantly felt a wave of sickness hit him. Ryder closed his eyes to relieve the dizzy spell.
Once the spell had left Ryder, he opned his eyes to gaze at the dim horizon. The sky was muted tones of blue, hazy nightlike grey, and a sulky golden yellow sinking back against the heavy clouds. He had no way of telling what time it was except these colors illuminating his vision; sunrise would quickly be upon him. And, with sunrise came the presence of acting acceptable and being nothing other than what everyone thought to be Ryder Tilt.
Ryder sniggered at the thought of his last name, it was amusing to him. Tilt was a suprisingly fitting name for him, describing how he felt emotionally. He was titled to one side, never fully in a happy center but always pointed toward another extreme. Yet, none of it mattered, he found some sort of happiness in the extreme, obviously, for if he didn't, he wouldn't constantly live this way...right? He knew he was lying to himself, but he would never truly throw himself into anything that wasn't what he considered "the normal."
A yawn excaped Ryder and he found himself rubbing his eyes. "I suppose I really should've thought about sleeping..." he muttered to himself under his breath as though talking so no one could hear him. Yet, no one really could hear him, all the intelligent people were still sleeping.
To busy his mind against the flaring emotional conflict in his mind, Ryder started picking at the strings on his jeans from a large hole over his knee. He ripped out the threads one by one, feeling the satisfaction of being in control. Yet, he yanked far too hard on one string and heard a large sound of fabric tearing. He cussed a bit too loudly and threw himself back against the roof. He stared up at the sky from his uncomfortable laying position no longer bothering to seek comfort on the gravel.
mood: tired, contemplative music: something;; escape the fate word count: 562
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Post by emma leigh ryder on May 21, 2009 16:07:17 GMT -5
``so I'll call you on the tin can phone, && we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Small beams of sunlight peeked through the curtains of the dorm. It was nearly time for everyone to wake up and start another day, but most people were still sleeping; especially the students at the school. Emma Leigh Ryder, however, hadn't even thought about her head hitting the pillow. Too many other things had been crowding her thoughts, leaving her mind too focused to sleep. Not to mention that her thoughts usually consisted of flashbacks to times she really didn't want to look back on. It didn't bother her as it would've bothered other people, though. She was used to the amount of sleep she usually got, even if it was only about three hours a night.
The dorm had become boring in the twelve hours she'd sat there, now restless and ready to do something to get her mind off of her thoughts. Especially the flashback that replayed over and over, insistant on staying in an infinite repeat sequence. She left her dorm quietly, careful to not wake her room mate. It wouldn't matter if she did or not, but she hated being a cause of annoyance among her peers, no matter how well she knew them. As she roamed the halls, it had become apparent that in the over seven years she'd been at the school, she'd never been on the roof.
Emma found the door leading to the roof, a small smile forming on her face as she pushed the door open. Though there were stairs, they weren't as infinite as the ones in movies appeared to be. She started climbing, one foot at a time, each step taking her closer to the door at the top. She examined the door, noticing a beam of sunlight shining into the dark corridor. Why was the door ajar? She halted near the middle of the stairs, questions popping up in her mind. Was there someone up there? Or someones? Had she started on a journey to a place that would add more knowledge that she really wanted to know? She highly doubted the last one, knowing that the roof wasn't exactly what people would call 'The Hot Spot for Couples'.
She decided to continue up the stairs, not really caring what happened next. Emma peeked her head out the door once she reached it, her eyes refocusing from the dark she'd been in for the past twelve hours to the light of day that she'd come to love. Maybe there wasn't anybody on the roof. Or if there were, they were excellent hiders. She left the doorway and walked out onto the roof, the view causing her to catch her breath. She'd always loved Wales, but her love for it grew during sunrises and sunsets. She'd never seen it from this height, however. It was absolutely breathtaking.
Her eyes moved from the horizon to the sky, noticing the grey cover that it wore. She could already smell the rain coming, her smile growing exponentially from this thought. A small drop fell onto her nose, a rather cold rush coming from it. Emma laughed quietly as more tiny droplets fell from the sky in their attempt to hydrate everything. Though it was only sprinkling, the smell was overwhelming to her. She couldn't help but breathe deeply as it continued to barely rain.
mood: blah. P:< song: My Heartsrings Come Undone - Demon Hunter word count: 661 notes: TELLEH! -muah-
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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 21, 2009 16:56:39 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder let his head fall back onto the gravel breathing in heavily. The smell of rain had suddenly escalated and he was infatuated with the smell of rain. It was one of the few things he found such great, pure pleasure in. It was pure bliss and he lay there, taking the time to appreciate it as much as he could. For moments like these are few and far between.
He sat there in his private meeting with his thoughts and was suddenly drawn out of his silent mind by a drop of water hitting him around the curviture of his lips. The sensation made him want to yawn and he quickly gave into the persuing needs of his body and gave a deep and powerful yawn. This noise was met with a loud crunch from the sky and before Ryder had a moment to understand what exactly was going on, he was flooded with moisture.
The downpour of water was met with a fast, whipping air that made a shiver go down the boy's back. He knew he would not be able to stay out here much longer, for if he didn, he'd end up with a pneumonia or a head cold and be sent to the infirmy which meant nothing but trouble. Yet, how could he refuse his mind this moment of pure silence and stillness. It seemed almost cruel to do so, so, Ryder laid his head back down and lifted his arms to his chest in a folded position. He took a deep breath of clean, wet air and closed his eyes again. He felt a disgusting squish as his head moved against the gravel again, but this time, no discomfort came, just a gross sound echoing in his ears against the drumming of the rain.
He ran his hands through his now sopping hair and lifted his head just enough to violently shake it to release some of the water clinging to it. Suddenly, he felt weighted by his sopping jeans and now soaked tee shirt. It was a feeling he disliked, it wasn't pleasent to be tied down and that was exactly the way he felt at that exact moment. But, the extra weight allowed him another excuse not to move. So, accepting his own excuses, he laid back down and let his eyes stay open this time as to stare up. The sky was full of intensity and turmoil, he related well.
mood: pissed at her connection music: a little's enough;; angels and airwaves word count: 504 notes: internets are phail. epic kaphail. sorry it's so much shorter than i intended, internet hates me.
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Post by emma leigh ryder on May 21, 2009 18:12:47 GMT -5
``so I'll call you on the tin can phone, && we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As quickly as it had started sprinkling, the rain fall turned into a horrendously heavy downpour. Emma couldn't help but feel silly for thinking the rain fall would stay light in the middle of Wales. When it rained here, it always turned into a downpour. Always.
As she made her way across the top of the school, Emma felt like she was trying to run in a swimming pool. The denim of her jeans had stuck to her athletic legs; even more so than they were before it had started raining. Skinny jeans were definitely the kind to wear in the rain; less material to weigh you down. Even if that was the case, it still felt funny to walk in them.
Her hair was mimicking her jeans, hanging down in wavy locks to her shoulders. Her bangs clung to her forehead, like they always did when they were wet. She watched the water that wasn't absorbed by her hair run down in droplets on the locks. Inside, she smiled, knowing that if she had been wearing make-up, it would be doing the same thing. She didn't know exactly why she wasn't wearing any, she usually dind't go anywhere without something on. Maybe she forgot this time?
No, that wasn't it. It was because she assumed that no one would be out here this early. Emma mentally slapped herself for thinking that, knowing it would bite her in the arse within the next few minutes. Luck wasn't something she had much of, and irony was plenty pleased with all the room he had to grow.
Sure enough, Emma noticed a guy lying down on the roof top. She could've sworn that no one was up here, she even looked around. She felt like an idiot when she saw that one of the many air conditioners on the roof had been blocking her view of him.
She couldn't recall his name, but knew that he was in her year. He probably didn't want to talk to anybody, the roof seemed like somewhere to go to get away from it all. Then again, Emma had come up here for the sake of coming up here. It might've been the same case, but she'd already assumed enough for the day.
Part of her wanted to see why he was up here. The other part, which was the bigger of the two, just wanted to hide. She could always play it off as 'stumbling upon him', but she wasn't exactly sure how that would go about. Nor was she sure if she even had the guts to attempt it. Emma wasn't the type to go looking for trouble, which was exactly what she would get if she tried. Even more if there was another person that she couldn't see.
It was then that she realized she was still walking towards him. She stopped suddenly and turned around, her black converse making a rather loud squishing noise as she pivoted. She had a feeling that he'd heard her, but logic suggested against it. The only reason she heard the noise was because she was the one who made the noise. Besides, the rain was loud enough without being magnified by the echo on the roof; it would be sheer coincidence if he looked up at her.
mood: tired of being haunted by shuffle. eff you internet. song: Comfortable - John Mayer word count: 672 notes: no worries, hun. it's excellent! : D
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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 21, 2009 20:31:25 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder felt miniscule under the glaring black sky above him, the pure emotion could be felt through all senses. The rain smelled exotic and clean and of innocence. The gravel underneath him felt wet and dirty with a disgusting squish that made him feel sick to his stomach. The sight of the sky was breathtaking, the bright flash of ocasional lightning illuminated the world around him in a dim, muted light almost the same tone as the sunset should've been. He could taste the minerals in the rain if he allowed himself to taste it, but he tried his best not to. It just ruined the atmosphere to him. And finally, the sounds were the things he concentrated most on; the crash of the thunder that reminded him of the way his pants had ripped across his knee earlier with just too hard of a tug. The pure drumming of the water hitting the roof at no constant tempo but with a sheer melody that he could hear. The whisper of the wind when it hit his wet body leaving a cold feeling, almost remorseful.
It was at that moment, while concentrating on the sounds around him when he heard it. The slightest upset in everything around him, the purest mishap in all of the nature. Someone was there and they'd just slipped. Ryder's eyes flew open in a frenzied excitment of hoping it wasn't an instructor or some snitchy teenager.
He pulled himself into a sitting position sheerly with his muscles this time. And looked around to see a blonde girl standing about twenty feet away from him heading back for the door into the school. She was soaked to the bone, or so she appeared. Her blonde hair stuck to her face in various ways and she had one black shoe, one brown muddy one from where she'd almost fallen.
Ryder stood and walked in her direction, hoping to be silent. Upon reaching her, he squished his hair back down on his head hoping for some sort of apperance. He tapped her shoulder, waiting for her either startled or expectant reaction to him. Right about the time she turned around, the sky made another loud crash.
mood: stupid music: i hate everything about you;; three days grace word count: 455 notes: dude. totally bought the wrong color of stuff. crappppy.
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Post by emma leigh ryder on May 22, 2009 17:59:21 GMT -5
``so I'll call you on the tin can phone, && we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The cool air blew past Emma, leaving her chilled to the bone. Her arms involuntarily crossed at her ribcage as she got a case of the shivers, her teeth chattering slightly. She walked toward the door, her worries only focused on making sure the boy didn't notice her.
Emma couldn't care less whether or not she caught a cold; that was her disease of choice because she always got them after rain spells like this one. Especially when she was in a tank top like the one she happened to be wearing now. The slightly tanned skin of her torso was almost completely exposed to the mixture of cool rain drops and a rather steady breeze, leaving her with the chilled feeling that she missed when the clouds left.
Her gaze moved continuously on the scenery, taking note of the perfect match between the dark sky and streaks of lightning that crossed it. Her walking pace had slowed immensely, it was now at sort of a peaceful stroll tempo; which it always reached on rainy days like these. It was a way for her to take in all of the scenery without stopping.
A thunderclap passed slowly through the sound medium, leaving traces of its majestic noise as it moved past her. She smiled, remembering how her father cured her fear of thunder by telling her that the angels were bowling during thunderstorms, and every clap was a strike. Oh, how she missed her father. Especially during times like these. Emma sighed at these thoughts, pushing the mourning feelings away and embracing the memories she held dear to her heart.
And those thoughts disappeared when a light tap of the shoulder pulled her from them. Was she feelings things now? The only other person up here was the boy who was lying down about thirty feet from her, why was someone tapping her shoulder? Had he noticed her presence on the roof? Emma turned rather quickly, a loud crash of thunder startling her as she noticed the boy behind her.
She couldn't help but catch her breath at his appearance. His sea blue eyes were staring right into hers, his hair was falling in short brown locks though his looked like he tried to fix it unlike the blonde mess on her head, his clothes clung to his body showing the toned body underneath them. She'd always been taught not to stare, but how could she resist?
"Hello." Emma had never been good with socializing, especially in forced situations. A mere salutation was all she was capable of giving at the moment. Her mind was focused on other things; like the gorgeous boy standing right in front of her.
She hoped he didn't feel like she was intruding on something, but she couldn't help but feel like she was. Emma sneaked a peek behind him, noticing that no one else had been with him. She quietly thanked God for that under her breath. One of her nervous habits kicked in, and a hand left the warm sanctuary of the crook of her elbow and went up to her shoulder, rubbing her neck out of embarrassment.
mood: british -click- song: The Mission - Puscifer word count: 625 notes: 'ELLO TAYCO BEHWL!
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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 22, 2009 18:30:00 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder watched the face of the girl, she looked utterly shocked that he'd realized she was on the roof with him. He held back a chortle at the thought and continued staring at her patiently. Upon reaching her face, he felt quite relieved at the sight of her soiled, sticky hair. As selfish and ridiculous as it was, Ryder had been worried about the way he would appear to the person.
He continued taking in the sight of the young lady in front of him. Her long blonde hair was the first thing he'd seen about her from the back and it was much less captivating that it should've been at that moment. Yet, she was still lovely. She had worried green eyes that were dark in the intense light of the scene making her look worried and frantic and scared. Her arching eyebrows added to this apperance. They had a cornered oval shape about them, very suiting to her face. Her rounded cheeks has drops of water rolling off of them as though graceful tears. He finally landed on her clothing, realizing she was very soaked, to the point of visibility in the plainest sense. He found himself intently staring at her for a few moments in time before pulling his eyes away to see if his clothing was this clingy and revealing.
He shook his head just enough to make him think clearly again without slinging water upon the girl in front of him. Yet, just as his mind was free again to function, a large flash of lightening ripped across the sky, lighting up her face right about the time Ryder's eyes landed on her's again. He found his mind wandering rude places at the sight of her face in the light. Luckily, he remembered his manners and blinked a few times before speaking.
"Sorry to have frightened you," he said, giving her a crooked smile, "I'm Ryder Tilt." He extended his hand to hers keeping the smile pasted to his face.
mood: annoyed music: stay;; safteysuit word count: 455 notes: it rains, it pours, and it opens doors.
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Post by emma leigh ryder on May 22, 2009 19:04:46 GMT -5
``so I'll call you on the tin can phone, && we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A small smile crept across her face at the intriguing name of the boy. Emma found it quite interesting that they both had the name 'Ryder' in their names. She'd never thought of her last name to be a first name, but then again, she'd also never thought that she'd be talking to any boys at this school, let alone in a rain storm on a roof.
She was slightly mesmerized by the smile this boy adorned. It was one of those crooked, charming smiles that turned heads at a moment's notice. Emma didn't picture Ryder with this particular smile, but she wasn't complaining about it. It fit him in more ways than she could possibly name.
Her hand left the safe haven of her neck and grabbed his gently, shaking it as he'd intended on doing. Her skin felt suprisingly different against the rather rough exterior of his, the difference being balanced by the amount of rain water in their grasp. It felt squishy against her palm, the water spreading out as she gently squeezed his hand to conclude the formal greeting.
"No worries. I'm Emma Ryder." She was pleased with herself at her response, even if it only consisted of five words. If it had been any other time, she probably would've run off, not wanting anything to do with him. But, something about him was too interesting to her; even with her shy self, she wouldn't let him get away from her without her finding out why she was so intrigued by him.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything. I always end up stumbling into places that I'm not supposed to." Emma never considered herself to be a pushover, but she felt that she should apologize, though she really wasn't sure if she had interrupted anything or not.
She'd always been the first to apologize if there was any reason to, no matter how small and miniscule the reason was. If anything, she was just a shy softy. Nothing more, nothing less to anybody; especially guys. Emma couldn't believe that this guy was noticing her, let alone talking to her. Anytime something like this happened, she usually blamed it upon chance or some distant rip in the space-time continuum that just happened to affect her in some way. It was never out of her own actions, or the other party's actions.
Even if it was, then that meant she was probably dreaming. But she couldn't take any chances with that possibility. If she was, then she would probably do something rash and silly and completely out of character for her, like talk to him about how adorable he was. Emma would either kill herself for doing that if she was awake, or wake up and feel sad for not having the guts to do that in real life. Courage was something she always envied in others, especially girls.
mood: doesn't want to wake up at six tomorrow. o,O;; song: Old White Lincoln - The Gaslight Anthem word count: 626 notes: I wish it was still raining here, even if it caused huge bumps in the road..it smelled so delicious! : D
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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 22, 2009 19:20:08 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder let out a small laugh at the similarites in their names. It wasn't an overly common one, but it did indeed fit better as a last name instead of this clusmy first name of his. He let his hand fall at his side, though when it did a collision occured with his jeans making a strange sound come between them.
He wondered why she was so nervous, was he really intimdating the poor girl? Did he look that bad when he was soaked? Or maybe he smelled strange? Well, best figure it out he thought to himself and raised his arm high. He then quite promptly place his nose in the fold of his arm, or, his pit. He smelled nothing but wet fabric and shrugged to himself before letting his arm return again. He then returned to her trying hard not to laugh at his own sillyness.
"What could you possibly have been interrupting?" he asked knowing exactly what she had indeed interrupted, though he really did not care that she had. Nah, don't be sorry. I'm sorry for startling you and making you feel the need to stand in my scary, wet prescence." He suddenly felt stupid for trying to crack jokes when, really, he couldn't. He smiled, hoping to ease his own tension. He swallowed hard, wondering why such nerves had just suddnely arised. Agh hormones.
mood: has to get up at six too, so suck it up. music: the moment;; safteysuit word count: three two eight notes: my face smells delicious. no really, smell it.
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Post by emma leigh ryder on May 22, 2009 19:52:36 GMT -5
``so I'll call you on the tin can phone, && we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As Ryder's laugh filled her ears, Emma felt an immediate change of direction for her emotions, though her face still held a smile. She was more alert of his actions, something that she'd never really experienced before. His laugh, though small, had flowed from his lips like a sort of liquid velvet, her ears nearly melting at the sound.
She heard the sound of his hand scrape against the denim of his jeans, her eyes quickly looking to the sight of the noise before looking back at him. At first, her gaze went to his eyes again, noticing just how blue they were. Then she looked at him as a whole, her head tilting slightly to the side. She really didn't know why he had his arm raised.
A laugh passed her smiling, parted lips as she watched Ryder sniff himself, realizing just how out of place action was. Emma couldn't honestly believe he'd just done that. Why on earth would anybody sniff their underarm after introducing themselves to someone? Even if he had been attempting to not laugh, she couldn't resist. Her hand covered her mouth in an attempt to stop laughing. It was the funniest thing she'd seen in days.
She was able to gather her words after a few moments, removing her hand before she spoke. "There's no need to be sorry about tapping me on the shoulder. The thunder was what really startled me." Which it had, but Emma had a feeling that he wouldn't believe her. It didn't really matter though. It would've if she was attempting to make excuses to cover something up, but she'd never done that with anything. She wasn't focused enough to do something like that, anyways. She still couldn't believe that she was actually carrying on a conversation with such a magnificent looking boy.
"You're not scary in the least. Though, I'm not sure I can say the same about the whole 'wet' thing. I feel no pressure at all from you, Ryder." She smiled as she carried on his rather cute attempt at a joke, motioning to herself when she spoke of being wet. Her clothes continued to stick to her as if she was a magnet for them.
"However, I am curious of something. Why did you smell yourself?" Emma's smile widened significantly as she asked, part of her wanting to bust out in a laughing fit again. She couldn't really help it. Nothing exciting or funny ever really happened to her, and when it did, nothing could control how she felt about it.
It was appealing to Emma that she hadn't been embarrassed by her laugh. Something about Ryder made her feel comfortable with herself, even if she'd just met him. She hoped deep down that he hadn't been offended by her laugh, though she would probably understand if he had been.
mood: thirsty, want the rain back song: Catch and Release (Live) - Silversun Pickups word count: 633 notes: -sniff- Smells like Pantene, sunflowers, rain, asian, and fear. XD (just kidding about the fear part.) ily silly! random fun fact: 'What is Silversun Pickups?' was an answer to a question on Jeopardy. : D
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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 24, 2009 18:29:59 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder let out a laugh when she remarked that he wasn't scary in the least, oh but he could be. This, he could prove easily. He might even do it, if all went well. He smiled at her before speaking. "Rawr, I'm very scary," the sarcasm melting with every word, "Be afraid, be very afraid of Ryder. Ryder is a beast." He was being a goofball, no doubt, but it felt like the easiet thing to do around Emma. He watched her face, looking for hints of emotion. He tried his best to ignore the wet joke she'd made, for his own dignity.
Another chortle escaped his mouth, the rain suddenly falling down harder making him sputter as he did so. "Sorry," he said hoping like all hell he hadn't made himself a fool by spitting all over her, "The only reason I smelt myself was because it seems like you're...weirded out by me, as though I smell bad. So, I thought, out of curteousy I mean, that I'd check. But, to be honest I don't smell anything but wet fabric and my cologne." It was true, he hadn't smelt anything out the ordinary, but he was very curious as to why she seemed to be acting so strage. "So, do tell me, why is it that you're so...weirded out by me?" he raised his eyebrow curiously to add emphasis and maybe, just maybe, lighten the tension starting to spread between both of them.
Another crash of thunder hit the sky and his eyes soared upward, watching for any signs of spider lightening. He hoped like heck that didn't show up, at least not until he and Emma were out of the storm.
mood: irritated, curious, happy music: welcome home;; coheed and cambria word count: three eight three. notes: I HATE WASHING WINDOWS. Sorry these are so short, I keep getting interrupted.
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Post by emma leigh ryder on May 24, 2009 19:23:46 GMT -5
``so I'll call you on the tin can phone, && we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Emma couldn't help but laugh as Ryder spoke of himself being a scary beast. His goofy character was lightening the tension she'd felt at first. That was one thing she couldn't really not feel when she first met someone. She'd been like that for as long as she could remember.
As he spoke, Emma could understand why he felt like she was weirded out by him. She'd never really been one of the social butterflies of the school, though she looked like she fit the profile. She felt bad for making him feel like he was 'weirding her out', knowing she'd have to apologize for it if it were to ever get off of her conscience.
"I'm sorry for acting that way. I'm not weirded out by you. And you definitely don't smell bad." Now that he mentioned it, Emma could smell a hint of cologne mixed in with the rain water. It wasn't like she was looking for it, she just couldn't place a name with it earlier.
The scent had popped out at her once he named it, filling her lungs as she breathed in deeply. It was one of those great colognes that smelled manly, but not over-manly. One that had the perfect amount of that one specific ingredient that brought out the wearer's actual scent, instead of covering it with horrible smelling chemicals.
"I guess you could say I'm not very good with meeting people." That was a lie. "No, you don't have to guess. You can say that." Though she really didn't like admiting that to him, it was the only way she could make it up to him for acting like he was a freak. Emma knew that wasn't what she thought of him, but her actions weren't too convincing for Ryder. Clearing the air of her little social mishap seemed like the best way for explaining herself.
A clap of thunder exploded from the sky, small webs of lightning showing behind Ryder, illuminating her face. Her eyes went to the sky as his did, searching for more of the beauty of the storm. More lightning slashed across the sky, thunder not too far behind. They were small forms of spider lightning, and she could tell how big they would grow.
Ever since her father died, Emma noticed that she'd been connected to thunderstorms more than she could possibly explain. It was like she could feel and see the webs of lightning, as if they were calling to her. Not to stay, but more of a warning that they were coming. Her mother called it a sixth sense, but she hated talking about her mother.
"Though I hate to leave this beautiful storm, we should probably go inside." As she spoke, her eyes left the sky and fixed themselves on Ryder. Emma wondered if he would ask why she felt that way, but hoped he wouldn't. That was another of those things that she couldn't explain.
mood: inquisitive, hopeful, apparently guilty for nothing o,0 song: Cold Hard Bitch - Jet word count: 638 notes: No worries. It happens to everyone. I get to drive tonight... : D By the way..courtesy.
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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 26, 2009 12:09:49 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder laughed with Emma. It was easy to laugh with her, her laugh was kind of contagious for the sake of sounding cheesy. It was melodious and pretty, but very happy too. Not overly fake like some of the people in the school. "Phew!" he said letting out a relieved sigh, "I'm very glad that I don't smell bad. That's one of my weird paranoias. Smelling bad is never kosher for me." He suddenly stopped, feeling stupid for going on and on.
He listened to her continuing to talk and he quickly understood when she spoke of never being easily adaptable to social situations. He used to be that way. Until he was forced to be more open by everyone around him. Yet somehow, he was still closed off, more of a mask to the world around him fititng his nice guy mold at all time. But then again, he really was a nice guy, but just not the one everyon thought the knew.
"It's quite okay," he began, "I have a little sister a bit like you when it comes to people. In fact, I myself used to be that way. I understand it quite well."
As though reading his mind, she mentioned going inside and he almost was very glad she'd said it. He felt a small shiver run up his spine, revealing how cold he was. He looked at Emma, realizing she was even lessed covered than he was. She had to be chilled. He did not say anything, just nodded and motioned her to the door. They walked towards it together, it was only a few feet away. Rushing in front of her, he caught the door knob first and opened for her ducking under the water blowing into his face at a horrible speed. After she entered, he himself went through the door. It wasn't an overly heavy door, but he pulled hard on it, making sure it shut. He then took and ancient key out of his pocked and shoved in into the key hole, waiting for the click of the lock. He'd had this key forever, keeping the roof his own sancutary. He'd never tell anyone, but he'd stolen it way back in his fourth year at the school.
As they started down the stairs back onto the normal levels of the school, Ryder asked Emma a question: "What year are you in?" He was quite curious to her answer.
mood: kinda tired from last night. hungry. bored. music: day n night;; kid cudi word count: five hundred and fourteen notes: iza gonna get some cheeesy puffs. yum A-HEHEHEHEHE
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Post by emma leigh ryder on May 26, 2009 16:35:35 GMT -5
``so I'll call you on the tin can phone, && we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As Ryder motioned her to the door, Emma followed willingly. The cool temperature of the morning storm was starting to get to her. She'd always been able to control teeth chattering, but losing the feeling in her fingers was something she didn't have the same amount of control over.
She took his words into consideration, part of her wondering how he was able to change his perspective about people. Had he really been that way? Or was he just trying to make her feel better? Probably the first one. He didn't seem to be the type who lied upon introductions.
Emma had smiled when he compared her to his little sister, not too sure why she'd considered that as a compliment. Maybe it was because she was starting to like this Ryder person. He was one of the few people who didn't treat her differently because of her appearance. She could definitely see a great friendship growing from their meeting.
The warmth of the stairwell was an immediate relief on her numbing hands. She rubbed them together, the friction bringing partial feeling back to her fingertips. Emma sighed as her hands slowly thawed, a prickling and tickling sensation taking over the numbing feeling.
As Ryder shut the door, Emma noticed him lock it. Had she been on the roof against the school's wishes? Or did he just happen to have a key? The second seemed most logical, but why would he have a key? Her thoughts were quickly pushed aside when he asked a question.
"Seventh." Emma said as she walked down the stairs with him, one at a time. She would've asked 'And you?' if she hadn't already known the answer. She had a feeling he'd catch on to her knowledge, but wouldn't mind if he didn't. She decided to clear the air before he had the chance to respond.
The stairs seemed much shorter on the way down than they had been up. But that was probably because she had someone to talk to. The door at the bottom was shut, letting no light in whatsoever. She opened it slowly once they reached the bottom, making sure no one would see them leave the stairwell.
"I'd recognized you when you were lying down, but didn't know exactly who you were. Aside from the school, I don't think I've seen you a-..." Emma caught her words quickly when she looked over at him. The lighting was much better in the hallways than it had been in the storm outside.
"Yes, I have, actually. We both work at Moonlit Cafe." She felt like Holmes when she finally figured out where she'd seen Ryder before. It had been on the tip of her tongue since she saw him lying on the roof. She wondered if he recognized her, though it probably wouldn't be as much of an accomplishment for him. Or had her identity been bugging him, as well?
mood: sick and tired of certain people not backing up their words with actions >.< song: One Month Off - Bloc Party word count: 639 notes: puffs sound good. a-hehehehe. and blah. i'm just not in a good mood today, either. after this, i'mma go chill outside.
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Post by ryder hawthorne tilt on May 26, 2009 22:46:37 GMT -5
the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin [/color][/i] --------------------------------- Ryder turned on his heel when he finished fiddling with the door. He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the lowlight of the hallway. Though, it was not nearly as dark as the world they'd just left, it was still very dim. Yet, somehow it was much, much easier to see. She was indeed very beautiful and oddly familar, but he'd never place where she was from nor did he care to mull it over extensively.
They started down the stairs, Ryder following behind Emma. They weren't overly narrow, but he refused to make her feel uncomfortable by being that close to him in a hallway considering they barely knew each other. Also, Emma had already stated she was shy to new people. There was no need for him to make her feel uncomfortable. She finally answered his question about their year, and it turned out she was indeed a seventh year. He figured she had no need for knowing what year he was in because she didn't ask. Maybe she already knew.
He did not respond, he just listened to their footsteps on the stairs as they continued down into the school. It was a bit eerie, like a bad nineties horror movie. Ryder had always found those to be more comical that fear inducing. His friends always told him he wasn't allowed to watch movies with them because he spent the whole time making his own rude remarks known.
Emma began to talk again and he looked at her to let her know he was indeed listening. She brought up an interesting point, they worked together. So, that was where he knew her from, the coffee shop. He didn't think they'd ever been on the same shift, just passed each other a few times and had their names on the same work board. And then it hit him, she was the assistant manager. He had avoided her several times on the job because he was afraid of her opinion and getting fired. He chuckled to himself at the thought. How foolish he had been. Man was life ironic at the stragest of times.
mood: a little sad. lonely. very screwed up right now. music: saltwater room;; owl city word count: four hundred and sixty three notes: buck up miss sad. ugh. blegh i feel gross. i think imma go for a fat person jog tomorrow. XD
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