`Falling to pieces ~ MARY

[Rogan Tamar Weaver]

The lake had seemed an obvious retreat to Rogan, seeing as she couldn’t bolt down to the stables twice in one day without even Alycen sensing there was something wrong with that. She may be totally clueless about horses, but even her twin knew that it would be cruel to exercise a horse more than once a day. Rogan probably could have said that she’d only had the time to work one of her two before lunch, but there would be hell to pay if Ally had found out that she’d lied and really, the brunette could not have wanted a fight any less than she wanted one right now. Supposedly, that was how she found herself walking along the sand by the water, earphones in as usual.

Speaking of, she should probably take them out sometime soon – because her sister was being even more annoying than usual, she’d taken to having them in almost twenty-four-seven, which was beginning to result in some splitting headaches for the seventeen year old. Sighing in relief as she finally pulled them out, Rogan dropped her bag under a tree and flopped down next to it. Being around Ally all day with no buffer was frankly, exhausting. There was nothing quite like having a loudmouth sister talking up how good Rogan’s life would be at school if she just stuck with her, and it was beginning to grate on her nerves. What Ally didn’t seem to understand was that Texas was different to Miami, that the teachers would already be on their cases following the…incident that had gotten her sister expelled from their previous school. There was also the fact that they were nobody special here, not socialites like they had been before they moved.

The sudden quiet was a good remedy from all that, though. Finally some peace and quiet! It had only taken all day to get it; the sun was beginning to sink low in the sky and although Rogan could feel the sharp winter nip in the air, she didn’t bother moving. Shorts in winter weren’t the wisest choice, but it was a weird habit of hers to wear them almost regardless of the weather. Closing her eyes and just sitting here made the girl realise just how badly she dreaded going home, to the fighting parents and constantly nagging sister. None of them seemed to get the concept of ‘I’m reading, leave me alone’. Ally had this heinous habit of yanking her books away and tossing them around the room, something she refused to allow to annoy her, even if internally she wanted to hit Alycen with a baseball bat every time she did it. Oh yes, she would have to go home soon if she didn’t want her mother to bring back her headache with her incessant yelling about curfews and bad behaviour and how she just could not trust her children because she never had any idea what they were up to; especially Rogan.

But for now at least, she could just sit and unwind for a little.

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[simon diego dall]

Simon had been into the whole exploring Addison thing lately. It was a lot easier to explore than Dallas, but it was a lot more boring. There were not nearly as many hobo’s, gangsters, and drug addicts walking around the streets and going through the garbage. In Addison, there was a lot of old people, middle aged families, and then some very rich people. He didn’t quite understand this city, because you would think it would be a retirement town; but the large, equestrian facility brought in people of all shapes, sizes, and money levels. Simon’s family was middle/upper class. They weren’t filthy rich by any means, but they were very comfortable because his parents were frugal. They worked hard and were very successful, but they also invested smartly and saved their money.

Simon had picked up on that as he grew up into working age. He picked up on being frugal and smart with money, and despite his outer appearance he was very intelligent. Simon read a lot and talked a lot of politics. He was passionate about the environment and the arts. He was all for the legalization of marijuana and gay marriage, and he would debate to the death about anything he cared for. He was not afraid to offend people, and he wasn’t afraid to hurt feelings and step on toes. It wasn’t that he LOVED pissing people off, but he didn’t like being told he was wrong. He also didn’t like a lot of people generally.

Simon always moved to the beat of his own drum. He had his own sense of style and well being. He was a hippie soul and a free spirit, which was why he often just wondered around aimlessly. He always enjoyed water and nature, which was why he found his worn out converse sneakers wondering towards the lake that was near his neighborhood. He had a Marley Inked Skull Candy Speaker hanging out of his right ear, the left piece had been chewed off by his pit bull pup. He didn’t feel the need to spend the money on another pair of headphones, because if he unpacked a couple more boxes he would probably find ten pair. Instead he walked around with one head phone in, listening to a local, Dallas band.

Simon’s black dreads were pulled back into a white pony tail. His tanned wrists were covered with hemp, leather, and yarn bracelets that he had made or others had made for him. A comfortable, worn t-shirt with the black letters ‘NOT YOUR SCENE’ stamped on the front, and a pair of faded blue jeans hung off his hips. His hands were stuffed into his pockets as he walked along looking around lake. He figured this place was packed to the gills in summer, but as the cooler weather approached it seemed that everyone hid from any elements. Instead here he was, meandering around the like aimlessly instead of unpacking and moving into the new house. Simon’s eyes caught sight of a girl, relaxing against a tree in shorts.

”You know it‘s winter, right?” Simon asked casually as he approached the tree, his hands never leaving his pockets and his eyes scanning more of the new parameter. He really had no room to talk, as he was walking around at dusk in a thin, short sleeved t-shirt.

[Rogan Tamar Weaver]

Rogan was probably different from her sister in every way possible. She did try not to judge a book by its cover, even if her sister tended to write people off straight away with a single glance. Alycen hated anything that might mess up her three thousand dollar outfit, especially animals. Rogan, on the other hand, would spend all day down at the stables if she could and failing that would happily sit for hours with their pet dog regardless of how expensive her clothes might be. All of this irritated Ally beyond belief, and so Rogan tended to find herself making up for these things by going along with what her twin sister wanted to avoid an argument.

That said, she probably wasn’t much friendlier in terms of starting conversations that Alycen and tended to keep to herself quite a lot of the time. She would have been at her happiest sitting at the back of Rocky’s stable with a book and some music if it meant not talking to people much…mainly because all the people she knew ran the same socialite circles as Alycen and Rogan simply could not stand them. As you might expect, the Weavers were probably among some of the richest families in Addison, living alongside the high flyers in Brentwood with the most expensive things money could buy. There was nothing more the rest of her family liked than to flash their money about, that was clear from the fancy cars and the expensive clothes, the glamorous hair and makeup and all the shit Rogan frankly couldn’t care less about. Not to say she wasn’t grateful for her two horses, but buying Ally a BMW for her first car might have been somewhat excessive.

Her parents might have been millionaires, but they were in no way self-made and honestly, Rogan was probably the only one in her entire family with any sort of perception of how much things actually cost. A few hundred grand here or there on some new fad and her parents hardly batted an eyelid whilst the brunette twitched in the corner, wondering when this madness might stop. She knew better than to hope they would see the light in the near future.

Rogan didn’t like not liking many people, but she was hardly allowed to socialise with anyone outside their class who wasn’t like them. Ergo, business obsessed and stuck up families that would inevitably find something to be snotty about at some point. Hence why the seventeen year old didn’t really pay much attention when a guy she didn’t know (not surprising, given she’d only been here a week) wandered past. She clocked him, of course, opening her eyes to ensure she wasn’t about to get mugged, but quickly returned to her state of disinterest. In case it wasn’t clear, people weren’t really her thing in general.

Now in Miami, people who didn’t know you didn’t talk to you. That was just how it worked, because everyone knew who the socialites were and they were an exceptionally closed circle. In the middle of Texas though, apparently that rule didn’t apply. The guy’s voice startled her, but then what didn’t these days? She was so withdrawn that anything out of the ordinary upset her carefully crafted balancing act of dealing with the life she led and who she wished she was.

You know it’s winter, right?

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Rogan raised her eyebrows, pointedly looking at his own attire. “I’m aware. That said, you’re hardly in a position to talk either, are you?”

Not rude. Rogan was hardly ever rude to people unless they undertook the mammoth task of trying to make her lose her temper. Her tone of voice was just…well, nothing really. Neutral, she supposed. Like always. Because you couldn’t get into trouble for how you said things if you didn’t say them with any emotion, could you? Everything about her stayed stable, almost all the time. Compared to her sister’s polar mood shifts, Rogan was probably as rock solid as you could come across, emotionally speaking. Nothing really changed her view on the world and things she couldn’t understand didn’t get to her either.

For example, she knew nothing about politics. She was sure she could learn if she took the time, but the problem with politics was that there wasn’t a specified beginning point and there never was an ending because it was constant, and beyond that it always seemed to be changing. Rogan didn’t like things that changed, and she didn’t like things that didn’t have a clear start and end point either. Schoolwork, she didn’t find particularly interesting but at least she knew where to start and had a rough idea of where she might end up. Logic puzzles and such might take you places you hadn’t expected, but they too had a definite start and an end, and Rogan didn’t like to deal with things that didn’t because then she had no control over any of the factors. She supposed that was why she wasn’t all that interested in much in terms of life, because you never knew where that was taking you. No, it was far safer just to sit back somewhere that wasn’t too dangerous and watch everyone else make the idiotic mistakes she could see coming from a mile off.[/center]