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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 1:39:10 GMT -5
Underneath a tree, Prudence sat with her guitar beneath a leafy tree which had not yet begun to color with the season, her case open in front of her, trying to collect change from and passers-by. She was feeling slightly melancholy, having just recieved both her first letter and first phone call from her father ever since he'd left for the tour.
The letter was really more of a postcard, with a picture of Harvard Yard in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and only a few simple sentances jotted down in Quinn's loopy script on the opposite side.
The phone call, on the other hand, had lasted nearly two hours. Pru locked herself in the bathroom in her dorm so that no one would bother her (thankfully, no one did), as she described everything to her father - the school, the campus, the food, her classes, her teachers, her roommate. Quinn listened patiently, asking questions, sounding more excited for her than she actually was. She didn't want to tell him how unhappy she was.
"You're gonna do great, baby-girl, I know you are," Quinn said happily towards the end of their conversation. "I know you're going to make me so proud."
Pru tried not to cry as she heard those words. "Thanks, Daddy."
"I have to get ready for a soundcheck now. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay."
When they hung up, Prudence felt like she needed some fresh air, so she grabbed her guitar and headed towards the public park, where she sat now. There was a cool breeze in the air, and she paused mid-song to let it caress her face.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 17, 2007 1:57:44 GMT -5
There is this thing keeping everyone's lungs and lips locked
It is called fear and it's seeing a great renaissance
After the show you can not sing wherever you want
But for now let's just pretend we're all gonna... gonna...
So sing
Sing for...
Janjuweed sing...
Grunting loudly he quickly pulled the right earphone from it's place cursing to his iPod. He still had the original German style one. 15GB. The four option buttons on their own lined between the screen and the wheel. It was think and not too attractive. And obviously it wasn't working as well as it use to. He couldn't even buy anything for it, they didn't sell anything for it's style.
Just as quickly Emmett secured his hand back to the handle of the bike and julted out to the edge of the path so not to hit the prissy little dog that he could have sworn was giving him the evil eye. At a bad attemped at breaking he put his heels against the gravel and after a moment of just slidding the bike jerked twice as did he along with it, as it bounced to it's stop a bit farther past where he meant to. He thought he'd made the stop easy enough but a roller skater didn't make it easy on Emmett or himself really, and Emmie fell to the right with his bike.
The skater gave the guitarist some coins but completely ignored the boy he'd just run into moved right along. He crawled out from under his bike and let his bag drop off of his arms. He sat there for a moment and just let his throughts go. He wasn't in the pathway anymore, just on the other side of the park performer but a few feet down. So he was in noones way. He could afford to sit and try to ignore what had just happened along with the laughs that came with it from other passerbys. As if he was just about ready for a sitting rest anyway.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 2:02:03 GMT -5
Pru came out of her reverie at the sound of the clinking of pocket change into her guitar case and the spectacle unfolding before her -- watching the dark-haired boy topple headlong off his bike. No one seemed to be helping him up -- or even seemed to care -- so Pru set down her guitar and hurried over.
"That was pretty impressive," she said as she offered him her hand. "I guess your wings are at the cleaners?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 17, 2007 2:12:01 GMT -5
He looked up at her, leaning back on his hands, his arms locked. He was almost staring a bit and after a moment he put stretched his right hand to cover his face, his finger tips bleeding into his hair line.
"Ah, gawd..." he groaned, more than embarrassed at the comedy sketch he'd just pulled off infront of her. Perfect. Maybe he would have perfered no one coming to his aid so he could just go on pretending to himself that no one saw him. His poorly pulled off stunt that had probably made this girls day. He was smiling, but he was pretty ashamed, thinking of what a sight he must have been. He was trying to stop to give this girl at least a dollar or something. Though it didn't seem to quite work out. Maybe that jerk on wheels was on a mission to do it before Emmett. Highly unlikely but an amussing thought, considering the event.
Emmett had not choice but to take her hand, firmly locking it with hers and moved his heels closer to his thights ready to stand. "Thanks..."
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 2:17:44 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Prudence said gently. "You're lucky you're not bleeding. Are you bleeding? I mean, you're okay, right? No leaking fluids?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 17, 2007 2:27:16 GMT -5
As he was pulled to his feet he shifted on them until he was balanced. He was unpredictably light headed right after the small collision.
"I hope not..." he said pulling back his elbows and giving himself a look over. His ass wasn't too happy at the moment but he wasn't going to talk about such possible bruising in a place like that, to this stranger girl.
"Uh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to like...tumble like that right infront of you and everything..." he mumbled unable to control the slurring in his words.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 2:30:09 GMT -5
Prudence shrugged, "It's not like it happened on purpose or anything. You need to sit down for a second?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 17, 2007 2:38:17 GMT -5
"Uh- nah..." he shook his head, his hair almost coming alive.
He'd definitely have to give her more than a dollar now. It wasn't often when he was alone that someone could come to his side like that to help. Probably never. Not if he was completely by himself, noone he knew with him.
"Thank you...a-again..." he said chewing on his bottom lip like a tough piece of me-...lets just say in his case more like uncooked pasta. He staring down at his hands as he pulled on his fingertips back and forth restlessly.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 2:39:26 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" Prudence asked with her eyebrow raised. "Maybe you should take a break anyway. If I just fell ass over teacup on my bike, I wouldn't want to get back on for a few minutes."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 17, 2007 2:45:48 GMT -5
He chuckled nerviously at her comment and reached up scratching at the back of his head.
"Yeah, I-I'm not too eager to jump back on..." he admitted quietly, now rubbing at the small of his back.
"Um l-listen I didn't mean to...pull you away from...your music. I'm sorry about this." Feeling like the was taking away from her time, he didn't want to keep her tied up, fussing over his spill. Emmett tried to casually reach into his pocket to find the cash he'd already planned to give her, and then some.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 2:46:59 GMT -5
Pru shook her head. "I wasn't really doing anything important. You're welcome to sit with me if you want." She paused. "I'm Prudence, by the way."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 17, 2007 2:50:53 GMT -5
The thin framed owner stepped over the handle bars of his even thinner framed bike, which layed between them. He secured both hands into this front pockets now not wanting to ruin the a cute they were creating. All they needed was a good score to go with it. Considering his iPod wasn't working and she wasn't currently with her instrument they'd just have to settle with the natural sounds of the city that spun around them.
"Oh heh, sorry! Sorry... I-I'm Emmett." feeling horrible for nothing trying to introduce himself before now. He felt like he had probably been rude.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 2:52:56 GMT -5
"Emmett," Pru repeated. She rolled the name in her mouth for a few seconds and then snapped her fingers. "Emmett Briggs?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 17, 2007 2:55:56 GMT -5
"Oh- um...y-..." he leaned back turning his head to the right. His eyes shifted and searched around them.
"...Who's asking?" followed by a nervious smile. He was beyond taken back that this girl knew him by name. It was a bit of a random and new situation. Especially for him. People didn't know him. They weren't suppose to and it was just easier that way. He was a customed to that. This was something else. He was surprised and hearing her speak his name like the two of them had already talked in the past and it made him jump.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 17, 2007 2:57:51 GMT -5
Pru gave a small shy smile. "Caylee Thayer? She's my dormmate at Webber. She talks about you all the time. I'm new there."
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