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Post by Manuela Zaira McTavish-O’Riley on Jan 20, 2011 14:24:47 GMT -5
 Live with Abandon, Love with Passion,
Laugh Loudly and Often.
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It was a sunny day in Forks, the first since the O’Riley family had moved there. Due to the sun making an appearance the entire O’Riley family was out of the house.
Duncan O’Riley was at work, fulfilling his duty as a doctor, taking care of all his newly made patients. Rose O’Riley was doing one of her favorite pass times with her youngest daughter, Rebeka. They were gardening both the front and back yards that day. Peter O’Riley had decided to go to Port Angeles that day to check it out and Elizabeth had convinced him to take her along for some brother sister bonding time. Leaving the oldest O’Riley child alone.
Manuela had decided that day since everyone was doing something so would she, she would explore the woods surrounding her house like she had been wanting to. Manuela grabbed her backpack putting her keys, camera, and a hoodie, in case it got cold, and put it in the backpack. She grabbed her cell phone which also doubled as her iPod and went downstairs grabbing some snacks, in case she got hungry or thirsty, throwing them in the backpack as well. She wrote and left a note on the fridge of where she was going then left through the back door.
Manuela turned on her iPod as she entered the woods. She looked around as she walked, she made sure to keep track of the way she came, not wanting to get lost and stuck in the woods, and the way her feet seemed to be leading her.
As she listened to her music and continued walking she took out her camera wanting to capture the beauty of the woods she was seeing. Manuela continued taking pictures as she walked deeper into the woods crossing over into the forest of La Push. She lowered her camera as she stared in awe of the clearing she had just walked into, it was absolutely astonishing. It was surrounded by trees and had a little pond, with a rock structure behind it that held a small waterfall. The clearing itself was covered in grass and flowers, with a few knocked over trees that looked like they would be perfect to sit and rest on. ‘This place is beautiful.’ Manuela thought as she brought her digital camera back up, ‘I have to capture this places beauty and show the family.’
After Manuela was done taking her pictures of the clearing she sat down, with her back against one of the knocked over trees near the pond, and let herself totally relax, closing her eyes, just as one of her favorite songs switched on. She didn’t even know someone or something had joined her in her new found paradise.
Word count:: 456
Outfit::Show ‘em how it‘s done
Tags:: Ace
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Notes:: ♥
Credits:: Ella Bella
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Post by Benedict Ace Reed on Jan 21, 2011 5:37:26 GMT -5
Surrounded by the thick nest of forest, he felt like he could finally breathe.
Away from the thick smog, the cluster of people, the music that played on through his mind connecting him to the people who strolled past, he felt refreshed. He was so used to being invaded by everyone’s emotions, made victim by the rush, indecisive feelings, that it was almost like stepping onto a different world. It was quiet. The thoughts that ran through his head belonged to him, and no one else. It was like cutting a string, set loose from the chains that pulled against him. His steps felt lighter, more impulsive. They weren’t hindered by the old man’s grief, weren’t lifted by the young girl’s surprise. It was his own stride, his own emotions. He wondered briefly why he ever went out. When it caused him such grief, drove him insane. He relished in the safety of the forest, back to being the predator he had begun.
He had no real path—other than to get away. His steps came quickly, easy, mindlessly taking him forward through the bush. He was rather careless—he strode out from underneath the shadows, letting the sun catch his skin. It had always been ironic, the way his skin had sparkled, like a thousand tiny crystals had been embedded within. He was a murderer. It seemed like something of a fairytale, not this walking nightmare. An angel, a mythical god.... But a vampire? It was a joke, really. Like he wanted to sparkle.
His wondering led him to a clearing, the same one he’d visited not too long ago. There were subtle changes—a new coke bottle, pressed up against a rock; another muesli wrapper, hidden amongst the grass. Colourful wrapping he recognised from when he went grocery shopping with Rachel. Subconsciously, his hand flicked down to his pocket, hugging the thick shape of his phone. She hadn’t called. He’d never been rejected before—the idea was crazy. And yet Rachel; god, she was crazy. The way she talked, the way she moved, like he was the one who was supposed to be grateful of her presence. She was arrogant, easily jealous, stubborn. All these things he had come to refer to her as; to admire her for. But at the same time, she was just some girl. Some over-dramatic, high school girl. But the way his lips tingled, with the distant memory of her, made his mouth cringe with guilt.
His walk took on more purpose, more arrogance, as he strode towards the pond, tugging his black shirt over his head. He pulled his jeans down, dropping the lot behind an old rock, well hidden from anyone. He stepped in, letting the water rise up above his ankle. It was cold, but it seemed it was something he imagined, rather than felt. He dived in, the water rushing past his ears, a whirlwind of sound. And then it became still. The sounds of birds, of insects crawling across a leaf, became distant. The pond, although pretty on top, was murky and dark underneath. Held tight on the bottom of the pond, was a collection of rubbish—an old shoe, a rusty knife, a kettle. He blinked his eyes, turning so he faced up towards the sun. He let his body sink—as hard as marble—closing his eyes as he let his surroundings drift away. He let the water drown out the noise of life, let himself relax into this new-found state of comfort. This, he reasoned, was as close as he could come to sleep.
Time, although it had never been of any importance, drifted away. It wasn’t until he heard the familiar snap—a foot hitting a stick—did he drag himself away from this alternative universe. His eyes flashed open, dark, crimson pupils flashing wildly, fixing on a shadow against the edge of the pond. Suddenly, everything snapped back into focus. A rush of noise came flooding back, filling his ears—a collection of bird callings, trees whispering, and the small step of someone else. He held himself still, listening to the music that came from it’s speakers. Nothing he was familiar with. The footsteps carried themselves away, stopping about twenty metres away. He counted ten minutes, before he broke the surface, a rush of excitement and anticipation. It wasn’t very often he was got unaware.
Against an old tree, a young girl sat. Her hands were closed around an old camera, her eyes closed. Her breathing was shallow, at peace, a million miles away. She was so... vulnerable. How easy it would be to break the surface of her soft, pale skin, to sink his teeth into that vital artery within her neck, that quivered as she dozed. She wouldn’t even know it, wouldn’t even feel it, he reasoned. But there was something so peaceful, so innocent, that he couldn’t pull himself to do it. He couldn’t find the strength to put a permanent end to something as powerful as that. So he broke it in a way that only Ace could. “Hey, keep your eyes closed for a second longer, alright?” And slowly, with the confidence Rachel had told him she admired, he staggered out of the water, walking slowly to the pile of clothes against the rock.
He took his time, tugging each piece of clothing on as slowly as he could, with a certain self-assurance, watching her as he did. He left his shoes and socks off, padding barefoot across to her tree when he’d finished. He grinned, that typical boyish grin, one-hand running through his hair, brushing through the water drops that clung to his body. “Alright, I’m decent now. But you would prefer me naked, right? I saw you peeking,” His voice was soft, relaxed, rolling in confidence. He sat down beside her, lifting one leg up, so that he could rest his arm across it, in that typical model look. He glanced down at her camera, his head tilting slightly, that grin still playing on his lips. “You just out to take pictures?” he asked casually, already sinking into casual comversation.
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