Are You Gonna Sing For Me? [Alex]

[bree anise ripsen]

Bree sat on a swing in the park, just rocking slowly back and forth and looking at the sky blue laces patterning her black converse. The park was surprisingly empty, which she thought was good. She was having another one of her moments. Where she felt a little down and useless. But she'd perk up soon. She just needed to hide away for a while. Which was why she was glad that the park was pretty much deserted.

She rubbed her shoulder awkwardly, the one that wasn't covered by the one shoulder shirt she was wearing, and started to think deeply. Something she rarely did, because she was impulsive and quick to speak. Besides, she hardly ever had the time to think. She'd closed up the shop for the day, and she didn't have to do anything important. So she just went away for a while.

She thought about good things, like times when she was younger. At school, at home, with her family and friends. Normally, that helped cheer her up. But tonight...for some odd, unfathomable reason...it made her slightly worse. Like...homesick. She didn't want to feel homesick. She liked Honey Tree, and wanted to stay as long as possible. But none of her other family had come. She missed them a bit.

She shook off those thoughts, and just went back to rocking back and forth on the swing, pushing a few of the bark chips with her feet to keep her occupied whilst she thought.

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[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #585858; border-left: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-right: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-bottom: #dd6688 4px dotted; border-top: #dd6688 4px dotted;padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] if the clouds were singing a song Today hadn't been such a good day. Then again ten quid was ten quid. Alex couldn't exactly complain - it was something, which was definitely better than nothing. Plus it wasn't as if he had been playing all that long either - just for the morning rush hour. He'd flashed a few smiles, gave a couple of winks, playing some decent tunes all the while, trying to shine a few rays of cheer on the otherwise drab Monday morn. He'd got ten quid for his effort. Not bad. Not bad at all. Guitar case slung over his back and his calico cat trailing behind him, hot on his heels, Alex trudged through the park, hands in his pockets and a cigarette stuck between his lips. Okay, so maybe had a little less than ten pounds on him now having purchased a pack of fags. Alex was made from vices, one of them being nicotine. Oh well. Life wasn't made to worry about silly, little things. It was made to be lived. Wandering through the park, he found his eyes settling on a girl sat on the swingset. It was a melancholic scene. An overgrown kid, sat, rocking just slightly, obviously lost in her own thoughts. She didn't seem to happy - her mood seeming to be as blue as the shirt she wore. It wouldn't hurt to go over, maybe cheer her up, play her a song, flash a pearly white smile and be on his way. "You alright there, honey?" Alex asked, leaning against the metallic frame of the swings. He held lightly his cigarette between two spidery fingers as his cheeks hollowed, inhaling his poison. "I can hear you think from across the park." [/style] i'd sing along, wouldn't you too? tagged: bree-bear! notes: song! outfit: clicky!

[bree anise ripsen]

Bree looked up as a voice rang through the air. It was quite a pleasant voice, smooth and masculine. She found herself looking into the toffee colored eyes of a boy, probably not much older than herself, with glossy dark hair and a cigarette between his lips. He had a small cat trailing along behind him, and was leaning on the frame of the swing set, which, judging by the brisk morning air cooling the metal bars, couldn't have been comfortable.

She shuffled slightly awkwardly, and smiled a little. "Yeah, yeah. I'm...I'm okay. Just...a little homesick, I guess. But hey. I have moments like this occasionally. I'll perk up soon." She felt a little weird that some random slightly attractive guy had just walked up to her and said things to her without even a slight hesitation. She found it...nice. That someone would do that. Maybe her faith in humanity wasn't dead after all.

"You know," she said, "You didn't have to come over and talk to me. I'm...okay. I wouldn't have minded at all. I'm sure you have better things to do than worry about some random girl who you never met sitting alone in a park, am I right?" She snickered quietly. He probably did. She wasn't really worth the interest, or anything. At least, she didn’t think she was.

She noticed the guitar case slung over his back, and her eyebrows immediately raised with interest. "You...you do music?" she asked. "Me too. I'm...not all that good or anything, but...yeah." She looked away slightly. "I'm...sorry...uh...you don't...you don't have to answer that. You can go...I mean, you know, If you want to."

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