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Post by macy rose marlin on Sept 13, 2009 21:05:55 GMT -5
 too alarming now to talk it out ,
take your pictures down, shake it outMacy Marlin slipped out the front door of her apartment complex and skipped blithely down the steps. She was such a happy person, all the time. Quiet, but happy. Tonight she was all dressed up for the supposed costume party a friend had invited her to. She didn't think it was an official date. At least, as far as she knew it wasn't. Then again, Miss Macy was a bit naive, and it was always hard for her to imagine her guy friends as anything more than just friends, even if maybe they saw her as something more. Tonight, she was all decked out. She had recycled some of her old clothes from her days as a rodeo princess competitor. Basically everything still fit, since it had only been three years since the competition. She had taken Miss Congeniality, and not the win, but she didn't mind. It had mostly been for the fun more than the actual winning. She looked amazing, though. Her shirt was one of those sparkly blue affairs, and it complimented her blue eyes incredible. The blue chaps that matched the shirt were just a little on the long side, since they were designed for riding, but they would suffice for the night. She hadn't been able to find her fancy boots, so her old work boots were standing in, but that was alright, since you couldn't really see them, anyway. Her nice cowboy hat, the one for rodeos and nice occasions, was nestled on top her rather poofy hair. That was the style for rodeo queens, after all; big hair.
The clothes honestly made her a little nostalgic, and she wasn't quite as happy as she looked bounding down the concrete stairs and sliding into Dawson's car. The fact was, she felt terribly homesick, and she wanted nothing more than to tell Dawson to turn the car in the opposite direction and take her home to Mississippi, to her parents and her brother and her horses and her friends, the ones she had grown up with who knew her inside out. This whole stay in Salt Lake had been a huge challenge for Macy, and, despite having just returned from a trip home over the summer less than 2 months ago, it was almost harder now that she had been home than it had been last year; it had just made her want her home even more, and of course, that was the one thing she couldn't have at this point in time. She was in college for the moment, and it wasn't really something she could just drop, not really. Not when her parents and her brother, and even she herself, expected her to see it through. Besides, Macy Marlin had never been a quitter. She didn't walk away from things ever. Not until she had seen them through to the very, sometimes bitter, end.
She was determined not to ruin Dawson's night, though, just because she was having a bout of homesickness. So she pasted her usual happy little quirky smile on her face as she opened his passenger door and slid in. "Hey!" she exclaimed, for all the world like she was just on top of the world. The girl could have won an Oscar for her acting skills. She was fantastic. That was the thing about Macy, though. She was an open book in every sense of the word, but when she didn't want you to know something, you didn't know. It was part of why everyone trusted her with secrets. If you didn't want someone else to know something, you could tell Macy and know without a doubt that her lips were well and truly sealed. Even her demeanor wouldn't give a surprise away. The girl really could have been in movies making millions of dollars. But that wasn't where her heart was; it wasn't in the limelight or in the glitz and the glamor. She was the sort of person who was content to sit back and watch her friends as they stood in the spotlight, succeeding and completing their dreams. She much preferred being behind the scenes. No, she hadn't the heart for the world of acting, a world of lies and heartbreak. No, she had her own dreams, and almost all of those had something to do with a certain creature with four legs and a heart-wrenching whinny.
"You ready for this?" she asked with a grin and a twinkle in her blue eyes that wasn't really visible in the light. Still, it was there. You really wouldn't have had a clue that honestly, she felt like crap. Unless you really knew her, which few people, if any, outside her family did, you couldn't tell a thing was off. Still, there was something just the slightest bit off in her voice, and inwardly, she winced a little. She could detect it, even if Dawson probably couldn't. Still, she was determined to be better. Hey, maybe if she acted it long enough, she'd start to believe it. And besides, the party would probably be fun. How could you not have fun at a good costume party? she thought to herself with a small smile, glancing at the shimmering, ridiculously large belt buckle that sat on her black bling belt.
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Post by dawson leighton kipling on Sept 16, 2009 21:24:17 GMT -5
 Halloween. What a strange concept it was. As the young foreigner behind the wheel on the white Crown Victoria drove slowly along the buildings that composed Macy Marlin's apartment complex. he watched with amusement as kids ran down the streets dressed as Spiderman or a princess, armed with pillow cases to fill with candy. Spotting a little boy, perhaps six, in a cowboy costume, Dawson couldn't keep himself from nearly bursting out laughing. Glancing from the road for a brief moment he looked at himself, decked out in his own attempt to look like he was ready to go wrangle a cow, or whatever it was cowboys did. He didn't really look the role though, to his way of thinking. He was tall and lean, not especially muscular, and when he thought cowboys he pictured strong, athletically built men; not skinny and pale city boys like Dawson. Oh well, he had tried, for Macy.
Pulling into a free parking space in front of the building she had told him to he pulled out his cell phone, punching out a quick text to say he was there. Normally he would actually go up to her door, he considered it much more personal, but she'd said she'd come out to him, so that's what he'd done. Perhaps her apartment was messy or something. Shrugging he leaned back, gazing down over his costume again, rolling his eyes. His shirt he had purposely picked to be boldly colorful, obnoxiously so even, the jeans were much tighter than he ever would have elected for on his own, and the rest of the outfit was just plain country. He'd bought it all at a rummage store for cheap so he wasn't out much, even if he looked ridiculous. Since Macy had wanted to dress as a cowgirl, he'd decided they should dress alike. It would be cute, he figured.
As she walked out of the shady walk way he smirked at her attire, more of a dressy cowgirl than the rougher look he'd gone with. Still, they both had cowboy hats, so he supposed they kind of matched. Nothing in the rummage store had looked like that; he'd had to invent his own look. He gazed at her thick blond hair and the just less than happy look on her face as she approached, reaching over to hit the unlock button. For most girls he would get out and open the door for her or at least reach across the seat to push it open, but Macy wasn't like most girls; she was independent in almost every sense of the word. He liked that honestly, it was one of the things he saw in Flick Austin that he loved. But that wasn't going to work, he knew that, and so he had asked Macy to go with him to this party. It wasn't really a date exactly, unless she wanted it to be, but it wasn't not one either. He didn't have a chance with Flick, so why not try dating other girls. Maybe he had chemistry with Macy, though he doubted it. She was a sweet girl that he liked alot, but he liked her more as a friend than a potential girlfriend. She would make someone happy, he just wasn't sure it would be him. But it was worth a try; she shared his values, his morals, and though not exactly his type appearance-wise he wasn't about to be shallow.
As she slid in next to him he offered a smile to her, returning her 'hey' with one of his own. Shifting the car into reverse he pulled out, watching carefully for kids that might be in the street. Dawson smiled a bit when she asked him if he was ready for the party. Taking his hand off the wheel he tipped his hat a bit, dropping his voice an octave lower so as to sound more country he supposed. "Yes 'um," he said, truly trying to sound country though his accent was anything but. He figured it would make Macy laugh since her voice was naturally Southern, which was exactly the point. Gazing over he smiled, turning down a road toward Washington Park. "So, are you having a good Halloween thus far," he asked cordially, just happening to pick an inopportune question as he hadn't noticed her muffled sadness, though he could easily relate.
words seven thirty-one outfit here lyrics two lights - five for fighting
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Post by macy rose marlin on Sept 17, 2009 8:51:29 GMT -5
too alarming now to talk it out ,
take your pictures down, shake it out She smiled brightly when he responded with a simple hey. Inwardly she laughed a little sadly. Keep it short and sweet. That always seemed to be the motto, with guys at least. Her dad and brother tended to be the same way, as well as most of the other guys she knew. And there were a lot. Macy had had a huge circle of friends back home in Mississippi. She was everyone's friend, and in a small community, where everyone knew everyone else, it was even easier. There wasn't a kid in town who wouldn't have come to Macy with their problems if they needed help, no matter what it was. Macy had always kind of considered it her calling in life; to help people. To give them advice to the best of her abilities, and ultimately, just be the best friend anybody could have, always there with a shoulder to cry on or a hand to help them up when they fell down. Of course, she had never factored being 1,000 miles from home and most incredibly homesick into that equation.
She had a huge amount of sympathy for kids who moved around a lot. She had never imagined it would be so hard to try and fit yourself into a place you hadn’t spent your entire life at. In Mississippi, her place was spoken for; she knew exactly where she belonged and what she was supposed to do. And everyone knew her family, and so everyone, in turn, knew her. And her family had a good reputation, too, smoothing the way for Macy and Garret, and, eventually, Macy and Garret’s kids. It was the way things were supposed to work, in Macy’s mind. Of course, though, all that flew out the window when you came to a knew place. In Salt Lake, no one knew her family, and no one knew her. For all she was a complete sweetheart, Macy wasn’t the most outgoing of people, and meeting new people and trying to make new friends never came easy for her. Jason had come to her, and most of her friends, here in Salt Lake, at least, had come through him.
She grinned at his feeble attempt at a southern drawl, though again, it didn't quite reach her eyes, and she was thankful for the darkness that kept the fact hidden. She was glad it wasn't Jason, either. He was much too intuitive. He would have known the second she slipped in the car. He really was like Garret...she cut the thought off before she even really had it finished, turning instead to Dawson's rather pathetic attempt at an accent. "Naw, naw, naw, darlin'" she said. "Ya'll gotta talk reeeeeal slooow" she said, drawing the words out and really putting her accent into the words. Of course, being from Mississippi, she pulled it off perfectly. Of course, her accent wasn't quite so obvious. It was more of a slight lilt with Macy than a full blown drawl. In fact, a lot of people didn't even notice her accent, at least right off the bat. She wasn't sure why she hadn't picked it up more. Most of her friends had a major drawl, talking just like she had when she was exaggerating the whole thing.
"So, are you having a good Halloween thus far?" She barked out a laugh to keep from crying, a rather instinctive reaction to keep her feelings close to her chest. NO! she wanted to yell. It was unusual for Macy to want to yell anything, and especially at times like this. In her head, the rant continued on, all the things she would have said if she had actually been the type of person to rant and rave and get things out when she was sad instead of the suffer in silence type. Of course they were all things she would never say out loud, no matter what the circumstances were. Instead, she put a smile to her face and responded calmly, "Pretty good. Yours? It's probably kind of a weird holiday for you, hm? I suppose they don't have it in Zimbabwe?" she asked, her tone curious, even if it wasn't quite genuine.
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Post by dawson leighton kipling on Sept 23, 2009 17:33:28 GMT -5
Dawson was definitely more of a quiet kind of guy that didn't feel the need to say a lot. He wasn't sure why he was that way, he just always had been. He supposed he got it from his mother who had always been quiet and soft-spoken. Oh, she could talk, with her kids or her husband, but with everyone else she could easily go unnoticed. Dawson was the same way, finding few people he could really talk to and say a whole lot. His family and his best friend back home could always get an earful out of him, though he'd known them all his life, and Jabulani nearly as long. For whatever reason he had formed a fast bond with Flick, perhaps because they saw each other so much, and she could get him to say anything. Macy, he suspected, was someone he could talk to, but the opportunity hadn't shown itself yet since they only hung out occasionally.
Glancing over at Macy he couldn't help but wonder if asking her out was a good idea or not. It would get back to Flick if it hadn't already, seeing as how they were friends, and he would hate to upset her. Not that they were an item, they were anything but, and yet on the tiniest chance she did reciprocate his feelings he was sort of slapping her in the face, saying he didn't care. Then again, that was a slim chance and he was almost completely convinced she felt nothing back and never would. Considering that, what was he really hurting, going on a date with his friend. It wasn't as though they were going to end up making out in the backseat of his car. Dawson wasn't that way at all, and neither, he was pretty sure, was Macy.
He shrugged a bit at her smile, though he was starting to get the sense she wasn't all that cheery. Dawson wasn't one of those intuitive kind of guys that caught on to emotions or feelings or any of that especially well. Sure, he had that sense anyone had, but he often doubted himself on his instincts. Though he had gotten the feeling that Macy was not quite as on top of the world as she was selling herself to be, he figured that was just him thinking too hard into her actions. He did after all have a tendency to do that, being as sensitive as he was at times. Her instruction on how to talk southern made him chuckle and forget that she could possibly be in some way upset. "Ooooh, I seee, miiiiss" he tried again, talking as slow as his quick moving tongue could possibly go, a laugh slipping from him. He was trying, he really was, but it was true, he didn't have that slow talking drawl or even the capability to slow his speech that much. He giggled at her response to his reply, "I'm a tryin', miss, I really am," he teased.
His foot pressed on the break as the car approached a stop sign and at her barked laugh he couldn't help but stare over with one blond eyebrow raised. Alright, perhaps for once he would be better to trust his instincts, at least if she kept this up. Touching the gas he pulled on through the final intersection before the park, a bit surprised when she rapidly piled questions on him. That didn't seem like her, not at all, but he again dismissed it. "Fine, I guess. And yeah, it is weird. I've never dressed up as a cowboy to go begging for candy before," he said with a somewhat harsh laugh. Remembering that this was not home and there were certain traditions here such as Halloween that he never would have celebrated back home sort of hit him with a pang. Of course he knew what Halloween was, but it had been a moot point to go begging for candy from his neighbors that could scarcely feed themselves.
Pulling into the park he drove slowly about in search of a parking space, his eyes staring curiously as a small blond popped out of a nice car in a skimpy outfit. Finally locating a spot he pulled in and, putting the car in park, pulled out the keys. "Ready for candy and," he gazed about to see what else was being offered at this shindig, "A corn maze? Whatever that is." Just reading the sign he was a bit perplexed, not entirely catching on to the concept. Smiling a bit, he held up the hand closest to her as he set the other on the door handle, "Stay there," he said before slipping out of the car and walking to her door. Pulling it open, he smiled blithely, letting her get out before shutting it. It the tiny space between the cars he gazed at her face in the light of the street-lamp, scrutinizing her expression before heading out of the tiny space. "Care to tell me what's up, Macy," he asked, his car honking as he locked it with his key fob. Sensing she was about to brush it off, as he would have done in her situation, he looked only over at the girl, nearly his height, "And don't lie. I hate that."
words eight eighty-seven outfit here
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Post by macy rose marlin on Oct 9, 2009 16:41:19 GMT -5
too alarming now to talk it out ,
take your pictures down, shake it out She nodded a little thoughtfully when he said it wasn't something he was used to. Of course not. He had lived in the middle of no where. Well, it wasn't like she could talk. Most people considered Mississippi the middle of no where, too. And maybe it was. Who was Macy to say? It was all a matter of opinion, really, but Macy loved the place. She sighed a little at the thought, and pulled herself out of her own head, realizing she'd kind of zoned out.
She tuned in just in time to hear him say "and a corn maze? Whatever that is." She couldn't help giggling a little. "Corn is ridiculously tall. So they cut out some of it, and you have to try and find your way through. Thus, corn maze." She explained with a small smile. "We'll have to go check it out." she added with a nod. She glanced at the girl in the skimpy outfit, making a face. She really disliked skimpyness of any kind, on guys or girls. Guys just had a harder time being inappropriate with their dress, but some of them did it. She hated it.
Her hand paused on the door when he told her to wait, and a slight smile slipped onto her face. She had been in Salt Lake so long that she was forgetting her manners. Back home, a guy never would have let her get out of the car without opening her door. It was refreshing to see it again, the first time in a while, even if it did bring with it a certain sense of nostalgia. Still, it felt good. It made her feel respected, like a guy was actually worth her time. However, Dawson wasn't really the kind of guy she had ever pictured herself with. Just the opposite, in fact. Still, she didn't think he would have had a problem fitting into the Southern culture. That was the main thing, though. Would he want to? There was no doubt in Macy's mind that she was going home as soon as she finished school. Nothing in the world could change that. She didn't know what Dawson planned to do with his life, but she doubted it was settle down on a Mississippi horse farm. She wasn't sure why she was even having these thoughts. It wasn't like this was even a date. Just two friends going out.
She glanced over with slight surprise when he asked what was up? She was almost as tall as he was. She hated her height. She liked being shorter than guys, and being so tall was rather irksome. Still, the question took her by surprise as she let him lead her through the cars to where the rest of the party was going on. She had just opened her mouth to tell him she was fine when he said "Don't lie. I hate that." Her mouth closed slowly, a little surprised. Dawson hadn't really struck her as the intuitive type. Maybe she was wrong, or maybe she just wasn't pulling the part off well enough. She hadn't been about to lie. She really wasi just fine. It wasn't as if she was dying or something. She lifted a shoulder. "Just a little homesick" she said lightly, slipping her hand into his and tugging him closer to the flickering jack-o-lanterns, not so subtly evading further questioning. She really didn't want to talk about it.
Macy had never been the type to unload all her problems on someone else, especially when it was something stupid like wanting to go home. It was childish; elementary school kids got homesick. Not adults grown and out of high school. Or at least, that was what she told herself. And even if she had been the type who liked to talk about whatever happened to be going on in her life, she wouldn't have unloaded on Dawson anyway. It was a party, not a counseling session. Besides, she wasn't sure she knew Dawson well enough yet to be unloading on him anyway.
Blue eyes were roving over the scene laid out before her, examining everything, filling her mind with as much as she possibly could, so that, if Dawson asked again, she wouldn't be lying when she said she was fine. She wouldn't think about home again tonight, or at least not until she was back to her apartment, in the privacy of her own walls. She licked her slightly dry lips. She hadn't thought to bring chapstick. "Looks like we have punch..Or apple cider or...Jello shots" she said with a slight laugh. Like she would have touched one of those. She'd probably be puking her guts out before she finished half of it. It wasn't that Macy had never tried alcohol, because she had. And even if she had liked it (which she hadn't) she couldn't stomach it. She'd had maybe a couple sips and felt like she was going to be sick. She just couldn't handle it. However, the apple cider sounded particularly appealing, so she started winding her way through the crowds, tugging Dawson along behind her, like two little kids or something. There was something completely innocent about the way she gripped his hand and tugged him through the crowds, like she knew what she was doing.
It wasn't the sort of thing one would have expected of Macy, but she had been to her fair share of parties, both alcoholic and non, and she knew how most of these things worked. While she didn't like crowds particularly, they didn't make her uncomfortable. She hardly wavered when someone, already hammered, fell against her, nearly knocking her over. She sidestepped to regain her balance and just kept trucking on until she made it to the table. "Want anything?" she asked blithely, still determined that she wasn't going to let her bad mood ruin the night, and that she was going to seize every opportunity this night had for a good time. Macy wasn't a person who could deal with being sad for any length of time, nor did she particularly like to wallow. She much preferred to be happy, and she was sick of being emotional. Of course, no matter how determined she was, there was still that slight nagging at the back of her mind that whispered of home. Horses and trees and green grass and a lack of everything that she hated about the city.
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