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Post by macy rose marlin on Aug 10, 2009 15:59:18 GMT -5
 BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS[/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Macy Marlin sat in the back corner of the bookstore, out of the way of customers and staff members alike. She had settled herself as far away from the rest of the crowd as she possibly could. The bookstore had fast become a haven of sorts for Macy when she wasn't on campus, which in itself took up a lot of her time. Still, the bookstore tended to be pretty quiet, and, being quite the book worm, Macy was absolutely in love with the place. She had always loved bookstores, in fact. They were simply great. There was just something calming about being surrounded by nothing but books.
--The book that was currently in her hand was, in fact, an old journal. It was old and falling apart, clearly an antique, and the writing of the young civil war officer was nearly impossible to read, a different sort of looping, slanted cursive that she wasn't used to. She had been working on the old civil war era journal for a couple of hours now, though, and the reading of it was getting easier, although in some places, the writing had washed out, or simply faded with the passing of time.
-- Macy was a huge history buff. In fact, if she hadn't though it completely useless, she might have majored in history, American History, or even simply Civil War era history. You see, Southerners tend to have a vivid fascination with the Civil War, and Macy was no exception. The whole thing interested her. It always had. Ever since she was a child, she had been interested in the things from the past, things that were foreign and different to anything the world knew today. She loved the romance of it, being courted by a respectable man, being taken to balls and dances and, eventually being proposed to and starting a life together. What can we say? Macy's a hopeless romantic.
-- She maybe half way through the old journal, and she was completely immersed, lost in a world of rifles with bayonets and bloody battles. Throughout the officer's entire journal, though, was a hint of nostalgia, of homesickness. He was convinced that he was in the right place, exactly where God wanted him to be, but he wanted nothing more than to go home, to his father's plantation, to the Southern Belle that awaited his return with baited breath, unsure of whether he would return at all. Tucked into the journal every so often were letters from his lady, and Macy always pulled them out with careful fingers and read them, feeling her heart go out to the long dead couple. The journal ended abruptly, about half way through, and Macy sucked in a deep breath, feeling tears prick her eyes. It didn't take a genius to know how the story ended. She shouldn't have started it, when the ending was so predictable, something so heart wrenching.
-- Drawing a deep breath, she carefully closed the old journal and set it back on the shelf in the back, in the handle with care section. She was kind of frustrated with herself, really, for letting herself get all worked up for something like that. Still, Macy was always sensitive thing like that. And the fact that they were real people, not just characters in a book, made it even worse. Macy found herself wandering through the shelves of books, running her fingers over the spines until she found a title that interested her, and she pulled it off the shelf, flipping through the pages to see if it was as good as it looked...
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TAGGED Jenson!
LYRICS BY bloc party
NOTES Sorry it's kinda suckish, but here it is. =D
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Post by jenson lucas brooks on Aug 10, 2009 18:43:49 GMT -5
  *I HAD EVERYTHING FIGURED OUT,'TILL NIGHTIME CAME & I LOST MY SHADOW- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Birthday come and go every year. With every birthday comes a hole in the wallet. Between presents and cake, you're gonna spend a fortune. Then you get into decorations. Streamers, ballons, confetti. Food for party guests, drinks, snacks, etc. Then you put out all that money and all that energy for one day of 'fun'. What was the point? You're just one year older. Big deal.
Well it was a big deal. For some people. People like Jenson, who loved celebrating birthdays. Not necessarily his own, but the birthdays of the people he loved. His mother's birthday was only one week away. Jenson and his mother had a real special bond, and he loved to get her great gifts. Last year had been an antique cabinet for her office, the year before a day trip to the spa. Without him of course. This year he had something different in mind. Not something huge, but still something special. His mother had recently taken an interest in history. Since she loved reading, Jenson figured he'd get her a few history books. Then he heard from his neighbour, Kari, that Sam Weller's bookstore had an amazing collection of history books, even things like old journals. It was perfect for his mom.
The apartment was empty when Jenson logged off his laptop and left his room. On the counter he found a note from his roommate Ryan, stating that he was out for the day and would't be home until late. Shrugging, Jenson grabbed his keys and wallet, locked the door and headed downstairs to the parking lot. The bookstore was a short drive from his apartment, so within ten minutes he was pulling into the small parking lot.
When he stepped inside, the scent of candles hit him right away. Looking towards the counter, a young woman stood and smiled as he entered and the bells chimed. He gave a smile back and looked around. Sad to say that he had never been in the bookstore in all the time he had lived in SLC. It was popular, he knew that much. The dark wood floors looked as though they had just been shined, but the store wasn't new. Jenson was aware of how long it had been around as much as the next person.
Taking a few steps, he glanced down each isle as he passed, reading the signs at the end of each shelving unit. When he reached the last row, something caught his eye. A flash of blonde. With a more careful look, he quietly walked down the row to the girl at the end corner until he was hovering over her shoulder. "Looks good," he said after a moment of silence, positive the girl hadn't noticed his presence. He was expecting Macy to jump or be startled in some way. If so, he did his job. A good friend of his, he was glad Macy was here. She liked history, and would probably be able to help him out if she had time.
*WORDS, FIVE HUNDRED FIVE
*STATUS, FINISHED,
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Post by macy rose marlin on Aug 10, 2009 19:23:49 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Macy was, indeed, particularly startled. She even gave a slight scream as she jumped about a foot in the air, fumbling with the book in her hand before catching it. It was a narrow escape, though; she nearly dropped it. She gasped as she turned, narrowing her eyes at her good friend. "You....are disgusting" she informed him, and turned her back, opening the book again to read the inside cover, detailing what the book was about. She was pretending to be mad, although anyone who knew her knew she couldn't possibly actually be mad. Macy was a pretty chill girl, not one to get mad or hold a grudge. She was just teasing.
--Still, she was pretty convincing at acting like she actually was mad. She didn't acknowledge him at all as she put the book back on the shelf, deciding that it wasn't as good as it had originally sounded, and continued on along the aisle. She worked her way down that whole aisle before a title on the very bottom caught her eye. She crouched down to pull it off the shelf, staying down, balanced on the balls of her feet, arms on her knees, the book in her hands as she read the front cover. She flipped through the first couple pages, scanning it, before rising, closing the book and finally turning to face Jenson.
-- She nodded slightly, as if confirming something in her own head. "Okay, you have been sufficiently shunned. How are you my dear friend?" she asked with a grin, her blue eyes dancing slightly. Macy was a pretty sensitive girl. She knew when to tone it down and be serious, but she was good at keeping the jokes running, too. Her and Jenson had always had a pretty chill relationship. Sure, they would be there for one another if it ever came down it it, but it never did. So they were more like teasing buddies, the sort of friends who were always giving each other a bad time about things.
-- She shook her blond curls out of her face, tipping her head back to look at him. He was enough taller than her that it was required. "You know, Jenson, you never struck me as the bookstore type" she teased. "Coffee shop, maybe. But bookstore? Seriously?" She grinned at him, blue eyes still dancing.
-- A person could almost always tell what Macy was feeling if they looked into her eyes. If she was happy, they would dance or twinkle. If she was mad, they tended to get darker, almost a stormy gray color. And if she was down, they tended to look sort of dull. Macy had always been a transparent person, had never bothered to try and keep her emotions secret. She didn't care if people saw. Besides, she was generally a quiet enough person that a person couldn't tell what was wrong just because she wasn't talking. There had to be some other way for her friends to tip off that she wasn't happy about something, that maybe she wasn't okay.
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TAGGED Jenson!
LYRICS BY bloc party
NOTES mbleh.
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Post by jenson lucas brooks on Aug 10, 2009 20:52:47 GMT -5
*I HAD EVERYTHING FIGURED OUT,'TILL NIGHTIME CAME & I LOST MY SHADOW- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jenson couldn't hold back a chuckle as Macy gave a yelp and jumped up. Of course, it was all in good in. "You....are disgusting" Jenson tried not to laugh, and instead, muffled it with a small grin. "Am I?" he questioned still trying not to laugh as he crossed his arms over his chest. Watching as he was ignored, she walked away from him down the isle. Though he was sure she wasn't truly mad, he raised an eyebrow and started after her, passing the many books that were upon the shelves. Old, new, dusty, practically sparkling. He eyed some of them, before letting his blue eyes set back on Macy who was now bent over a book.
Before he could open his mouth to say something, she did. "Okay, you have been sufficiently shunned. How are you my dear friend?" A small chuckle escaped as Jenson playfull rolled his eyes. His relationship with Macy was simple. They teased each other and joked around, but would always be there for the other when needed. The relationship was light and playful. "I'm pretty good, how've you been?" he asked, letting his fingers dance over the spins of the books in front of him. There wasn't one that really stuck out at him. As he looked at them, her voice chimmed in again like soft bells.
"You know, Jenson, you never struck me as the bookstore type." Jenson raised an eyebrow. ""Coffee shop, maybe. But bookstore? Seriously?" Shaking his head, he gave her a 'haha' look and a small smile. Her blue eyes shimmered, matching his own, though hers were a shade or two lighter. "Haha, aren't you witty," he said sarcastically with a smile. "I'm shopping for my mom, it's her birthday next week," he informed the blonde.
"Actually," he said, tearing his eyes away from the books once more to look at her, "I was hoping for your help. That is, if you don't think it's too uncool to be seen with me." His eyes twinkled, similiar to his friends. Jenson's eyes changed shades with his surrounding usually, and in the dim lit section of the bookstore they were dark, but sparkling. "Mum's taken a recent interest in history, I thought you could be helpful in that area. You know, since I'm not the bookstore type and all," he teased, sticking his hands into his jean pockets.
*WORDS, FIOUR HUNDRED
*STATUS, FINISHED,
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Post by macy rose marlin on Aug 11, 2009 13:16:49 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --She shrugged a bit when Jenson asked her how she'd been. "Oh, you know, the usual." she responded, being vague on purpose. She did that a lot, just because she knew it irritated certain people. And while Macy wasn't aggravating, by any means, she did her fair share of teasing. She got more serious when he said he was actually hoping for some help, although not serious enough to keep from throwing in "The mighty Jenson Brooks asking for help from the humble Macy Marlin?" She laughed slightly at herself, knowing she was being ridiculous, but she couldn't help it.
--She nodded slightly when he said he was shopping for his mother and she had taken an interest in history and he was wondering if she could help. She laughed slightly. Did she have that much of a rep for being a history buff? Wow. Nerd, much? She grinned when he said he wasn't the bookstore type. Yes, he definitely wasn't.
-- She wandered thoughtfully down the aisle. "Are we looking at anything history, or is there something in particular she's interested in?"
[/color] she asked. History was such a broad term. It could mean absolutely anything, from ancient history, like the Greeks and Egyptians, to more modern history, like the civil war and the great depression. And then some people were more interested in certain topics than others. Some liked the history of a certain place, like Italy or Britain, while others liked eras, like the Renaissance. Still others were like Macy, and loved certain topics, like the Civil War. It was just such a huge topic. One couldn't possibly cover all o fit. Maybe that was part of why it was so intriguing.[/size] -- Macy glanced at Jenson expectantly, waiting on his answer. Sometimes it was easier when a person didn't like anything in particular, and was very general, but in the terms of history, it would definitely be helpful if his mother had a certain interest. Otherwise Macy could throw books at her all day long and she might not like them. It was always hard to tell with things like that.-- She found herself humming a familiar tune as she waited for his answer. It's Only Life, by Kate Voegele, or whatever her last name was. It was one of Macy's favorite songs. For the moment, of course, since she didn't hold onto a single favorite for any length of time. There was simply WAY too much music out there for that! Besides, Macy liked variety...[/blockquote][/blockquote] -------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] WORDCOUNT four one six
TAGGED Jenson!
LYRICS BY bloc party
NOTES I am SO sorry this sucks so bad. My muse just like, plummeted.
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Post by jenson lucas brooks on Aug 12, 2009 18:26:09 GMT -5
*I HAD EVERYTHING FIGURED OUT,'TILL NIGHTIME CAME & I LOST MY SHADOW- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Blue eyes darted through the many books placed properly on the shelves. Each was in it's proper spot, as far as Jenson could tell. All organized and in straight rows. Jenson wasn't stupid, in fact, far from it. He was extremely smart. But in all honesty, he didn't spend much time at bookstores or libraries. When he wasn't working, he was hanging with friends or family. If it wasn't that, he was at the gym. His life was usually quite occupied.
"Oh, you know, the usual." Jenson nodded. "Oh I totally know the usual. My usual you crazy girl, not yours. How have you really been?" he laughed. Hands still in pockets, he took a step down the isle as well, not agrivated by her in the least. They were both used to each other's teasing by now. Speaking of teasing, she went on. "The mighty Jenson Brooks asking for help from the humble Macy Marlin?" Shooting her a playful glare, he grinned. "I am pretty mighty aren't I?" he winked, chuckling to himself.
As the blonde started to wander down the row, Jenson followed, hand still stuck in pockets. "Are we looking at anything history, or is there something in particular she's interested in?" Jenson tried to wrack his brain for what his mother had been looking at on the computer the other day. "British history," he mused after a moment. "Things like the Tudors, you know?" he added after a second.
Jenson watched Macy as she began to hum to herself and couldn't help but smile. She was a fun girl who sometimes appeared to be in her own little world, in the best way possible of course. He tried to pick out the tune of what she was humming, but it was nothing familiar to him. Insteading of trying to figure out something he didn't know, he followed his friend as she moved away from him, down the rows of books.
*WORDS, THREE TWENTY FIVE (short, i'm sorry!)
*STATUS, FINISHED,
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Post by macy rose marlin on Aug 13, 2009 15:53:41 GMT -5
BEEN THINKING LITTLE THOUGHTS [/size][/font] keep on walking trying to stand up attention to the details[/size]
-------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] --Macy smiled a bit and nodded when he said British stuff. She had done a bunch of research on the British stuff back in junior high, for a writing assignment. It had actually been pretty cool stuff. Though not, as far as Macy was concerned, any competition whatsoever for the Civil War. Yeah, the girl was a bit obsessed.
--She continued to wander down the aisle, browsing titles, for all the world looking like shew asn't looking for what Jenson had said, wasn't looking for anything having to do with the British. But suddenly she crouched down and began to shuffle through some titles on the lowest shelf. She began pulling them out and stacking them, giving him a quick explanation for each. "This is about Ann Boleyn and then her daughter Elizabeth, and Elizabeth's rule. This...is not British, but really fascinating, about Princess Diana." The list continued on until she had a stack of about ten books.
-- She rose with a grin and a slight smirk, lifting the stack and shoving the books into Jenson's arms. "There you go Jensie-baby. You can pick through those." she said, her blue eyes teasing slightly as she turned back to the shelves. "Mission accomplished. Now I, for one, my dear friend, am going to find myself a book to read" she bounced off down the aisle with a slight smirk. She was pretty sure he would follow. And if not, she could probably meet him at one of the tables.
-- Macy wandered down the aisles until she found a book that interested her, an old book of a cowboy's memoirs that sounded interesting. She flipped through the first few pages and then tucked it under her arm, wandering back through the store to find Jenson. "Now where did that boy get to?" she mumbled to herself, and finally spotted him. She wandered over with a slight smirk and flopped down next to him. "Any of those gonna work?" she asked curiously.
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TAGGED Jenson!
LYRICS BY bloc party
NOTES UGH. Muse = dead dead dead.
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Post by jenson lucas brooks on Sept 4, 2009 20:42:12 GMT -5
*I HAD EVERYTHING FIGURED OUT,'TILL NIGHTIME CAME & I LOST MY SHADOW- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like a bit of a puppy dog on a least, Jenson followed the blonde companion down the aisle quietly and patiently, his hands still shoved into the pockets on his jeans. She didn't look like she was having any luck, or really trying at all. But suddenly she was bent down, loading books into her hands. "This is about Ann Boleyn and then her daughter Elizabeth, and Elizabeth's rule. This...is not British, but really fascinating, about Princess Diana." Jenson nodded his as the list went on for a bit, trying to remember each one and follow along. When she finished, he frowned. "Princess Diana was British, wasn't she?" he asked quite confused now. Shaking his head, he accepted the books into his arm, not fliching what so ever at the weight of them. Eyeing them over, he only looked up because Mace spoke again. "There you go Jensie-baby. You can pick through those." He smirked back in return as his blue eyes looked down upon the covers again. Some of them were older look, others more recent to the collection of books, he could only assume from the condition. "Mission accomplished. Now I, for one, my dear friend, am going to find myself a book to read."
He looked up in time to watch her skip off and he slowly started to follow, his eyes back to the books. He shuffled them about in his arms, browsing over the titles as he placed on foot in front of the other slowly, looking up every few steps to watch where he was going. One of the books slipped from his grasp and he bent down to pick it up. When he was standing again he couldn't see Macy anymore. Frowning, he basically shrugged it off and made his way back to a table and set the stack of heavy books down. Opening the first book about Ann Boleyn he skimmed it over and looked at the price. He did the same with the one about her daughter, and the next one and the next one after that until he was on the last of them. "Any of those gonna work?" Before he could open the last one to look it over, Macy was plopped down in the seat beside him. He gave her a smile and nodded. "Yeah, a couple of them actually," he admitted. "Thanks Mace, you saved my life," he laughed. His mother would really enjoy all the books in the pile, but he had decided on just three. The Anne Boleyn one and the one about her daughter as well as book about the life and times of the period. Crossing his arms on the table he motioned to the books she carried with her. "Get something good?" he asked her curiously, turning his neck to get a better look at what she had.
*WORDS, FOUR SEVENTY SEVEN,
*STATUS, FINISHED,
*NOTES, sorry this took so long!
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