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Post by Mark Rays. on Dec 28, 2007 13:10:02 GMT -5
It was a good thing that the train didn't come along the train tracks, if it did, Mr. Mark would go splat. And he didn't want that. Even though he knew for a fact that the railroad track was closed, he stayed off and to the side. He was always a safety freak, and it annoyed the hell out of his friends.
He ran a hand through his short hair, his hands in his jean's pocket, looking down at the dirt. He was a little suprised that no one was out there today, it was a warm day and people usually hung out here, unless they were downtown anyways. |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 28, 2007 13:19:30 GMT -5
Hannah walked along the train tracks. Her cowboy boots making a soft clinking noise against the rails of the track. Looking up into the sky she smiled, the train tracks were a good place to get her creative juices flowing, the soft blowing air in the face did wonders for peoples minds. Since it was winter break, school was off, and cold weather was on. There wasn't much snow or anything, it was just cold. The day where Hannah went exploring had to be mild of course. Bundled up in her brown pea coat, she felt warm. Though her blue levi jeans didn't keep her thighs all that warm.
When Hannah had come here, she thought she was alone. But to her surprise, she saw one of her fellow class mates up ahead. Hannah wasn't one to shout out hello or wave like a maniac, she much preferred the quiet approach. Walking slowly and quietly, she finally arrived beside him. Her feet were still planted firmly on the rails of the track. She always felt an adrenaline rush when she was on them. That was basically the whole reason she came.
"Hey." She murmured, feeling like an idiot for trying to converse with the boy. Even though he was also on student council, they barely talked outside of that. She felt weird talking to him outside of a classroom.
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Post by Mark Rays. on Dec 28, 2007 13:23:44 GMT -5
Mark was about to leave when the girl snuck up beside him. I mean, who likes to be alone? If she didn't say anything to him, he would have kept walking, not to be rude, Mark tried his hardest to be nice to everyone. It was just, she snuck up on him without a sound.
"Hey," Mark said, looking at her for a moment, but quickly looking forward. He knew her from student council, that's where everyone met, and he had a few classes with her, but didn't know her very well. Sure, he may smile at her when they see each other when they cross each other's paths downtown or something, but he did that to everyone. |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 28, 2007 13:35:37 GMT -5
Hannah could feel her heart racing. The guy was looking away? Was she that retarded that she couldn't even make a guy look at her for more then a second? Hannah, looked around rather distressed. She didn't like it when she got rejected, it hurt her. And at the moment, it felt like the most important thing just slipped from her finger tips. This random guy was at the top of her list? Well, she would feel pretty down in the dumps if he left her alone on the abandoned train tacks. An abandoned girl on the abandoned train tracks.
"Uh..how are you?!" She blurted out rather loudly. Shaking her head, Hannah tried to imagine how stupid she seemed. She didn't want to know really.
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Post by Mark Rays. on Dec 28, 2007 13:53:09 GMT -5
Mark couldn't help but grin at the girl's nervousness. He turned to her again, an eyebrow raised as he shrugged, "I've been okay," It was the truth and he didn't feel like joking around with this girl. It wasn't personal or anything, he just wasn't in the mood.
"How about you?" Mark asked in return, still looking at her as walked, his hands still in his pockets. |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 28, 2007 14:05:25 GMT -5
Hannah began to walk along the tracks, in hopes of staying within talking distance of Mark. "I'm okay. I could be better, but then again, we all could." She said with a smile, now keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. As she walked on the train tracks small clouds of dusty dirt when flying everywhere. Hannah could swear she got a particle in her eye, but kept quiet.
At this moment, silence was not golden to Hannah. She was killing herself to speak up inside. It was just too quiet, to awkward. Even for Hannah. "So..uh..come here often?" She asked with a small timid smile.
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Post by Mark Rays. on Dec 28, 2007 18:51:29 GMT -5
Mark raised an eyebrow and ran hand a hand through his short hair, "Not that much," He said with a shrug, "I only come down here when I'm really bored," He said, nodding slightly, looking forwards. "And you?" |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 28, 2007 20:45:04 GMT -5
Hannah couldn't help but to give him a small, soft smile. Looking up at the beautiful clear sky, with only little small amounts of cloud in the air. "I come here all the time." She said looking at the rest of the tracks in front of her. "Just something I do to find inspiration." She added calmly. The best places for Hannah to get her mind racing, her heart beating, and the creative side of her brain working, was those places that were quiet and peaceful.
Hannah actually had her camera hanging from her neck. She always brought it with her anywhere out in the open. She thought that if she could sit outside and paint the object of scenery as it was, she would preserve it and paint it later. If she saw something worth capturing on film, she would.
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Post by Mark Rays. on Dec 28, 2007 20:52:11 GMT -5
Mark gave a nod, taking his hands out of pocket to cross them over his chest. "That's cool," He said with a nod. He glanced at the camera hanging from her neck before asking, "So. Photographer huh?" He was horrible with cameras, just like he was with anything else that had to do with creativity.
Writing: He couldn't even form literate sentences, how was he supposed to be able to write a story? Drawing: Well, do stick figures count? Anything else was just as bad. |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 28, 2007 21:04:07 GMT -5
Hannah gave a nervous smile. Of course she was a photographer, what else would she be? Well, she was also a artist, but that was besides the point. Hannah had always felt like the only reason why she was born was to paint. Her parents were artists, so she decided she would too. Teachers around the school had been wanting Hannah to start thinking about what art college she was going to attend. Common, she was 17, she had another year before she needed to think about college.
"I guess you can say I am. I prefer to be called an artist though." She said with a grin, the first one in ages. She wasn't one to usually grin like a mad man when she was happy. She the type of person that expressed themselves from their work. "You should see one of my paintings sometime." Hannah added quickly with a sweet smile.
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Post by Mark Rays. on Dec 28, 2007 22:47:47 GMT -5
"Well," Mark said, grinning at her as well, she was kind of cute. "Miss Artist. That sounds like a great idea," He said, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 28, 2007 23:00:29 GMT -5
Hannah could basically feel her cheeks burning. They were a deep red, and she hated it. Closing her eyes tight she tried to make it stop with no luck whatsoever. Looking quite embarrassed and flustered, Hannah moved some of her hair from her face, only for it to return to it's regular position. "Well..okay." She said brushing her fingers through her hair. Hannah felt worse then before. Couldn't she at least say something productive to him? Probably not. She thought her best bet was to stay on easy street and be quiet. Maybe, just maybe, he could come up with some kind of comfortable conversation.
Hannah's heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would pop out of her any second. Miss. Artist? Well, that was odd. She had never had someone call or refer to her as anything but Hannah, it was nice. She overly liked it.
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Post by Lucy Marks. on Dec 28, 2007 23:36:20 GMT -5
"So you want to go somewhere else? Or do you still need some inspiration?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow as he spoke, but kept his gaze on her, watching her turn red, made him kind of umcomfortable. He knew she was timid, but he couldn't help but turn a little red himself. |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 29, 2007 19:55:57 GMT -5
Hannah couldn't help not smiling. A wide grin spread across her face, a rosy complexion taking form on her cheeks. "I'd love to. Plus, I think I've got all I need." She said with a giddy smile still etched into her skin. Hannah wasn't quite sure where they would go. Fishing? She high doubted that, since it would also be considered ice fishing. A pizza place? Ice skating? Swimming? Hannah shook her boggled head, hoping he would pick none of the above. Perhaps he would find somewhere else worth while.
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Post by Mark Rays. on Dec 29, 2007 20:23:08 GMT -5
"Well," Mark replied, smiling a little, "You're the lady. You get to pick where we go," But wasn't it the guys who usually picked where they got to go? Mark gave a shrug, thinking about this. He liked to give girls a chance to pick where they spent their time, even if he disagreed, he still went along with it. |
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 29, 2007 20:45:52 GMT -5
"No fair!" Hannah said with a pout. She really had NO idea where to go. Starbucks? Unoriginal. Shit Creek? No thank you, would rather stay away from any place with the word shit in it. Finally, Hannah came to some sort of decision. "Wanna go to Strobe?" She asked with a smile. She didn't really know why she chose there, maybe the fact hat she hadn't been there before drew her to choose it.
"If not, you are so choosing. I really can't think of anywhere." She said with a shrug, turning a slight pink. Couldn't she of at least come up with one place in all of Carlem? |
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