|
Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 12, 2008 5:54:06 GMT 5
~only if my dorm mates squeal on e again they keep saying that i'm going to the forbidden forest to kill things~ Joel said he hated how people always portraid him as a freak who does freak things it just wasn't him yet they do it no matter what he does. at times like that he's glad that sunsets exist to clear his mind and the stars to keep it clear.
|
|
John Ford
Not Sorted
Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
Posts: 341
|
Post by John Ford on Apr 12, 2008 5:59:08 GMT 5
John blinked at Joel's sudden thought and John turned a crimson red. "Oh..." John looked away, "I don't live in the the Castle, I live in the Forbidden Forest away from everyone else" John pulled his legs togheter now. "People scare me, they always found me weird, you know? Like I didn't belong, and the truth is... I don't..." John got up now, "I'm sorry" John said slowly walking away. "It was nice meeting you Joel, I hope I'll see you tomorrow, just I can't let you see me like this"
|
|
|
Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 12, 2008 6:41:40 GMT 5
Joel looked at John turning away like befor and his words. People scare me, they always found me weird, you know? Like I didn't belong, and the truth is... I don't This made a tear of memories fade in his mind he was actually happy to here these words but then when he continued and said just I can't let you see me like this the words peirced his mind he wandered what this had ment like what why was he leaving. he felt there mind link break so he couldn't call out to him. Joel looked at the ground sadly and wrote a note it read. ...who cares what diference mean, ..it only matteres whats in between, .i hgope you find this letters light, its a little diferent then the others fight,
he let it float in the wind and as if it was destined to reach john the wiind picked up and blew towards him. hoping that fate would fin John he sat there on the ground hoping to not have to return to his room and find John when the moon reamerges.
|
|
|
Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 15, 2008 11:08:53 GMT 5
(i hate to double post but when do you plan to reply?)
|
|
John Ford
Not Sorted
Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
Posts: 341
|
Post by John Ford on Apr 17, 2008 16:52:45 GMT 5
[The Next Sundown]
John crept silently out of the forest, peering out to the lawns to see if he could find Joel anywhere. "Maybe he won't come" John frowned. John still felt nervous, he didn't want to tell Joel who and what he was. He has already caused enough problems to others, the last thing he needed was get another person in his life that could get seriously hurt. John sighed, but then suddenly a letter fluttered in his hand.
...who cares what diference mean, ..it only matteres whats in between, .i hgope you find this letters light, its a little diferent then the others fight,
John read, this had to be from Joel. John looked up at the descending sun, John began to head towards the open fields. There he stud on top of the hill. Soaking up the final rays of the sun, John's eyes closed as he did this. John's body began to float, slowly inch by inch letting his feet leave the ground.
|
|
|
Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 18, 2008 11:12:15 GMT 5
Joel walked up the hill as he watched the sun setting again. He peered up at John who seemed to be floating above the hill. Joel tried to get the mind link going himself. Opening his mind he thought ~Picka Boo~ hoping he could here it. he got his sketch pad arranged properly to let it sling his scar.
|
|
John Ford
Not Sorted
Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
Posts: 341
|
Post by John Ford on Apr 23, 2008 17:02:32 GMT 5
Picka Boo John heard Joel's sudden voice in his head. John turned smilling, but John seemed more shocked then anything. Slowly fluttering to Joel's John gave him a curious look. "You actually came"
|
|