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Post by Sabine Claire Monaghan on Aug 15, 2009 8:34:02 GMT -5
 
Sabine wandered through the park slowly, hands in the pockets of her long black jacket. It was an overcast day, so the park was pretty much empty, although it didnt really look much like it was going to rain, the wind was up and whipping her dark hair around, pulling it out of her loose ponytail with a vengance. As usual, she was wearing inappropriately high heels to try and hide her height. Or rather, distinct lack thereof. Todays were a pair of black ancle boots which disappeared underneath the hem of her fitted jeans.
The sound of her heels clicking stopped as she left the path and sauntered across the grass over to the deserted swing set. Sitting down Sabine started to rock herself gently back and foreward, her feet dragging across the safety surface slightly. She used to come here with the bands original drummer. When they went out and even way before that. This place had so many memories for her. That was why she was here on her own today. Exactly two years ago to the day was when it had happened. The accident. The rest of the band seemed to be having the good sense to leave her to her own miserable self today, possibly something to do with her reaction when they tried to comfort her and see if she was okay the previous year.
Sabine was glad that the park was pretty much empty apart from herself and a couple of lone dog walkers who were on their way home with their hoods pulled up against the chilly wind. She was a bright, bubbly and affectionate person most of the time who revelled in attention, but not today. Not when she was feeling so down. All she wanted was to be alone. And this seemed as good a place as any.
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Post by Charlie Red on Aug 16, 2009 21:50:23 GMT -5
Don't Blame Yourself  For What You Can't Ignore
Don't Blame Yourself For Wanting More And More And More
☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ Not far from the Sabine, close to the street, was a large tree. For three years a shrine stood for a girl who died there. For Three Years, a boy had went and laid a rose on the shrine. That boy was Charlie, Charles Red. Part of ASAG! Stereotyped as an asshole, and a drunk. And three years ago, he hurt the girl so bad that she ended up here, her car wrapped around this very tree.
Now he trod, rose in hand, water pooling up in his eyes. Laid the rose on the ground, and stopped. What to say? The anniversary wasn't until December, but... what to say? Paused, head down in sorrow. He got up, and walked further into the park, a pack of dogs breezed past him on the side walk, followed by their leashes and their walkers.
Charlie sighed as he walked with his head down, he had a gray hoodie on, not bothering to zip it up or use it to protect him from the wind. It was going to rain probably. Still needed to find the right words. He saw someone sitting on a swing. Rocking gently. He knew her from somewhere... but where? Maybe finding out would get his mind jogging.
"Hey... uh," Charlie said as he walked up to the girl, he eased himself into a swing, "Nice day, we're having..." ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ OffTopic- Eh... |
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Post by Sabine Claire Monaghan on Aug 17, 2009 6:10:04 GMT -5
Sabine was broken from her daze as a tall figure walked up to her. He was wearing a grey hoodie, but didnt seem to be particularly bothered by the chilly wind which was blowing pretty ferociously in gusts that were probably strong enough to knock little Sabine off her feet.
"Hey...Charlie, right...?"
[/color] she replied, frowning slightly at his face as he sat down on the next swing along from her. She was generally pretty good with faces, and when she had first moved to fairview it hadnt taken her all that long to make friends with people. She was pretty sure that this was the Charlie that had been in her year at school. Most of the people she had made friends with had hung around in a different group to Charlie and his lot, but she had still made the effort to try and work out who everyone was. Especially since gossip was pretty much worthless unless you knew who all the people involved were! "Nice day, we're having..." she smirked slightly and glanced around the park, her dark eyes taking a brief glance at the ominously black sky, expecting the heavens to open up at any moment and douse them. Not that she would particularly mind all that much. Sabine was one of those odd people who had enjoyed walking in the rain, although it didnt help at all that it reminded her of him even more. "Yeah...I mean, its absolutely stunning, innit!"[/color] she replied sarcastically, a slight smirk creeping to the edge of her lips, her southern English accent manifesting itself as she spoke. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Charlie Red on Aug 24, 2009 18:16:15 GMT -5
Lynched High Above What Used To Be
In Her Gallows Built For Me
☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ "Yeah, Sabine... Right? You're in the Midnight Hour... I've been to a couple of your shows..." Charlie said as he looked at the stormy sky. Lightning Struck and Thunder Boomed, it would probably rain soon.
"So, what brings you here?" Charlie asked as he leaned back on the swing. It wasn't everyday, you brooded in a stormy park... on a swing set. Charlie wondered what trouble Jax and James were getting into... more importantly on how to bail him out. Last time he saw James he was punching Saint in the face at their place of employment. Jax was hanging around with those angry guys from Nihilist Society... getting drunk... he had even heard a rumor that one of the guys was an ex-drug dealer. It sucked being the responsible one... ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ OffTopic- spaced off, my bad... |
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Post by Sabine Claire Monaghan on Aug 28, 2009 14:43:31 GMT -5
Sabine swung a little back and forth on the swing, smiling slightly at Charlie as he mentioned he'd been to see the band perform afew times. She was pretty surprised that he'd remembered her name, almost as much as the fact that he had heard of the band. Sure they'd been around awhile, and there had been a fair bit of local media coverage of them, but nothing huge. And she definately wasnt used to people recognising that she was in the band.
"Yeah..Wow...You guys are pretty good yourselves." she replied, smiling slightly shyly, not really sure how to react.
She sighed slightly at Charlies question, wondering how much she should, or maybe even could tell him. Sure, her relationship with the bands previous drummer was no secret, but talking about it just made her feel crap. And Sabine hated crying infront of anyone.
"Its exactly two years ago today that it happened" She replied quietly, shrugging slightly as she did so, dark eyes flicking back to the ground and staring at the toes of her boots. She bit her lip and sat waiting for Charlie to say something, really not in a great mood for talking much.
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Post by Charlie Red on Aug 29, 2009 22:29:29 GMT -5
So I escaped cut this noose around my...
I break free to see the things you blinded me
☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ "Doesn't seem like the most joyous anniversary..." Charlie said, trying his best to keep up the facade of neutral emotion. Two and a Half years without getting over her death... how could he? How could anyone get over losing someone you loved? He knew the Midnight Hour's drummer had died a while back. Maybe that day was today, which was what Sabine was talking about.
Charlie didn't really want to tell her anything about him, and why he was here. Guys weren't supposed to do this stuff. Show no negative emotion, never falter. Its been almost three years and he's still been doing this every month since.
☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ ♣ ☼ OffTopic- Awesomely short... |
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Post by Sabine Claire Monaghan on Aug 31, 2009 13:35:36 GMT -5
She shook her head slowly, eyes staying fixed on the toes of her boots. Two years. Two whole years, dammit! Why couldnt she just get over it? If they had broken up two years ago, she would be fine right now, probably wouldnt even be thinking about him. Why was this so different? She knew really. It was the 'what if' factor. What if he had been the one. That was the big question. And the one that she just couldnt seem to get over or ignore.
Sabine sighed slightly "What about you?"
[/color] she asked, trying to change the subject before she started to tear up. That wouldnt be good. Happy, bouncy, bright little titch, flat as a pancake and grizzling all over an almost complete stranger. Not good, no matter what the reason. [/blockquote][/size] |
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