John Ford
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Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
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Post by John Ford on Mar 12, 2008 12:22:44 GMT 5
John sat upon the large hill, gazing up the the descending sun that crept just below the harizone. John sighed, John had told Shadow he was gunna going watch the sunset to clear his mind. So there John sat, letting the darkness that crept from the core of the earth, grasping all light with its hands, and instigushing its flames. John loved the sun set, but something was there, something more. John felt like something was misisng. John sighed and laid upon the grass just gazing upon the passing clouds.
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Post by Joel Quemont on Mar 12, 2008 12:31:25 GMT 5
Joel lade on the grassy hill watching the grass wave in the wind as if it was a sea. The sunset had always inspired Joel he could stare at them for hours if only they could last longer. The golden colors streamed across the sky as if journeying to lands unknown. Joel was sketching his inspiration with out looking at the page it would amaze even him what he was drawing as he had done this many times before. He looked at the page and saw his new sketch that was a mixture of everything on the hills. even though the hills held great beauty they held something else that Joel holds dear.. Silence.
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John Ford
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Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
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Post by John Ford on Mar 12, 2008 12:35:50 GMT 5
John laid upon the hill as he could feel the darkness rise. Silence, was John's fevorite thing. John yawned and streched. "What now? The sun is almost descended?" John said softly, in his normal soothing voice. John stud up slightly, and noticed he wasn't alone. John stud there, simply staring for a moment. "Maybe he hasn't noticed?" John said softly to himself. John was terrified of people and John began to slowly walk further, closer to the sun set.
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Post by Joel Quemont on Mar 12, 2008 12:42:19 GMT 5
Joel was had very good hearing but ussually ignored other peoples voices but he hated it when people tried to avoid him. it made him feel as if he had done something wrong or there was something wrong whith him. ussually he would hide this hurt but he can't help it if someone interupts his relaxation time the only time he ever felt trully happy. so he stood up to go over to the boy but noticed he was more frightened. his eyes lighting up at every under estimated movement. his face could show anyone that he wasn't a day person which made Joel edgy. He bagan to write on the sketch pad but couldn't decide what to write so he just. stood there observing the strange frightened(sorry couldn't think of the right word) boy.
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John Ford
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Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
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Post by John Ford on Mar 12, 2008 12:48:28 GMT 5
John moved softly, almost gracefully away from the boy. John had the slight impression the boy had heard him. Then suddenly John felt his prescense, and John knew his eyes where on him. John turned and indeed the man stood up. To John's surprise he took a step forward. Then another, moving closer, John felt sudden panic. "Oh please don't come over here" John whispered to himself. He had something in his hand. John could feel his heart beating in his chest. John took a step back and fell to the ground hard, not knowing there was a large hill there. John gave a shriek in surprise and John rolled down the hill. John could feel the blades of grass cutting agaisn't him and John saw the sudden blood. John sighed. "Great I made my self look like an idiot" John said softly, John tried to get up to see the damage but John fell to the ground, "No!" John said impassiantly. "Not again" John had hurt his leg, it was going to be hard to walk home now. Although with this in mind John's greatest fear was that man. John felt panic.
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Post by Joel Quemont on Mar 13, 2008 11:40:12 GMT 5
Joel didn't laugh at the rolling boy. something that stupid wouldn't brake his six year vow of silence. Joel felt sorry for the boy. he had genuine fear in his eyes as if he was afraid everything was ahainst him. Joel walked over to him on the ground and saw his sensitive cut flesh. Joel had a sudden jab of resentment in himself thinking that they might of been his fault. when he saw the boys failed attempt he gave a small but sweet smile and offered out his hand.
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John Ford
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Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
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Post by John Ford on Mar 13, 2008 11:45:03 GMT 5
John saw the smile and the sudden hand. John didn't know what to say or to do, he was more scared. John backed away slowly, almost afraid that the hand would to something aweful to him. "Please don't hurt me" John said in his low, soothing tone
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