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Post by wrenshaffer on Feb 1, 2011 23:10:43 GMT -8
 i can see now that all of these
CLOUDS ARE FOLLOWING MEI N M Y D E S P E R A T E E N D E A V O R T O F I N D M Y W H O E V E R- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The female's body was shaking as she woke up, her pale green eyes wide open as she abruptly sat up. It was only a dream, she thought, but she couldn't even convince herself then. It had all seemed so real; like it had just happened yesterday. The thought of her mother leaving her stranded cast over her mind, sending a shudder through her body. Wren was more than happy to be living alone and fully in control, unlike her past. The image of her mother was so vivid in her mind, so fresh. How could she ever forget the happenings of that dreary afternoon? It was cemented into her mind, and secured with a padlock. It was never leaving, and it would never be forgotten. The only thing the female had to do was not bring up the topic, which was easier said than done.
Glancing at the clock, she read the time; seven o'clock, p.m. She had drifted while watching TV on the couch, her shoes sitting next to her on the floor. She had been tired, to say the least. At the moment, her body was on full alert as she got up off the couch, stepping towards her bedroom. She was in need of a good nap, but she hardly even believed she could fall asleep after the traumatic nightmare. Trying to rid herself of the thought, she curled up under the blankets, her body warm and comfortable now that it was sheltered. Still, sleep never came as she tried different positions, soon ending up with a result that did not have sleep in it. Wren needed to get her mind off of this moving thing, even if it meant sky-diving. She settled for something a little less life-threatening as she freshened up a little bit, grabbing her keys so she could go to the drive-in movie theater. It was relatively warm outside, so she just wore a short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and a sweatshirt as she got in her car, making her way downtown.
When she reached the drive-in, she pulled the car into a desirable spot, opening and locking the door behind her as she walked over to the tables. Her dark brown hair was swept back behind her shoulders, her delicate features being fully seen while she sat down at a table, playing with her fingernails. She looked troubled, yes; it was one of those qualities that you wished to never exist. She had a reason to be, however. If only everyone knew at least half of her past, they would be amazed at how much she has gone through over the years. Never the less, she always hides the more important facts about her life. No one needed to know that she didn't know where in the world her mother and father were. That was a secret she could keep to herself.
Letting a lock fall back in place from her ear, she waited patiently for the movie to start. After a minute or two, she got up and ordered a soda at the counter, getting it in a matter of moments and bringing it back to her table. She sipped it lightly as it became darker outside, the Saturday evening a little colder than she expected. Wrapping her arms around her thin torso, she looked up as the screen started to appear, the opening titles rolling in as the movie began.
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Post by spencer on Feb 2, 2011 13:18:01 GMT -8
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Spencer had just arrived in town and his mission had already been sent to him through a secure line. He knew exactly what he had to do, and he was willing to do anything to do it. Spencer had already been to his house just outside the downtown area, and now he had nothing to do until morning. He pondered going to the bar to scope out the kind of people he'd be dealing with, but that wasn't really his scene. He hated undercover jobs where he was forced to practically live at bars..it looked like this was going to be one of those jobs. Spencer loved his job, he really did. The only thing that even remotely bothered him about it was the fact that he never saw his sister. The nineteen year old girl had ran away after their parents died in a shooting, and Spencer had no idea where she was even at. He couldn't afford to leave work for a single day to find her. He couldn't risk involving her with the type of people he had to associate with. If Vee ever got hurt by any of the guys Spencer ran with, he would probably come unglued. He had gotten pretty good at keeping his temper in check, but when it came to his only surviving family member, Spencer was overprotective.
He drove his black Jeep through the town searching for something to occupy his time until the next day. He hated going to resteraunts alone. It only reminded him of how lonely he really was when he saw all the couples enjoying eachother's company. Spencer had a highschool girlfriend, but after his parents were murdered it just didn't seem to matter anymore. He had planned on marrying Stormi after they graduated, but he had broke her heart and left for the CIA without a warning. Spencer thought that avenging his parents was more important than having his own life. He was stubborn in that way..it was the one thing that continued to haunt his decisions in life. A day doesn't go by when Spencer doesn't think of how things could have been. His sister, Vee, had moved on quickly. She was always the more distant of the two with their parents. The young beauty queen had learned to forget what pain felt like and spent most of her time high or drunk. Spencer wasn't proud of his sister, but he loved her just the same. She was part of the reason he had taken the job here in Addison. A smart portion of him hoped that Vee would be here. He had gotten some information from her friend's back in New York that hinted this was where she was headed.
Flashing lights grabbed his attention as he drove down the dark streets of Addison. A neon sign for the drive-in movies drew Spencer in and he headed his car towards the entrance. He parked his Jeep in an empty spot and scanned the place with his dark eyes. There were quite a few people there. He assumed that was so because it was a Saturday night. There wasn't much to do in a small town like Addison on a weekend. Spencer grabbed his keys from the ignition and made his way to the snack counter at the back of the empty lot. He produced a few bills from his back pocket and paid for a coke before making his way to an empty bench. It felt too good outside to stay in his car to watch the movie. He turned his attention towards the giant screen and saw that the movie was a romantic comedy. Oh joy...just another reminder that he would never have a woman. Movies like this one made him realize how flawed he really was. The guys on the big screen were all perfect. They did one miniscule thing wrong and then they made it up by some outrageous action that a guy would never really do..it made him sick just watching it.
Spencer averted his eyes from the screen and looked around at the people. There were teenagers making out in cars, old couples holding hands, and young children frolicking while their parents watched the movie. He sighed and noticed one girl sitting at the bench next to him that didn't have anybody accompanying her either. Well, for all he knew she could be waiting for her boyfriend to get back from the restroom. Spencer wasn't really interested in hitting on her, but he figured it would be nice to talk to someone. He didn't know anybody in Addison besides the drug lords. A normal conversation with a normal person would be refreshing. After all, he never had to see her again after this. Spencer stood from his bench and approached hers, the cotton v-neck pulling lightly as his muscular body moved. He cleared his throat as he sat down next to her and nodded towards the screen. "These movies are something else aren't they?" He rested his elbows on the wooden bench softly and ran a hand through his shaggy, dark hair. Hopefully the girl didn't think he was some creep trying to hit on her. Spencer just needed a friend..and actually, she looked about Vee's age. Maybe she had seen her around.
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Post by wrenshaffer on Feb 2, 2011 17:19:15 GMT -8
yeah, i know it's not easy
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Night was setting in as the movie started, Wren not surprised to see a romantic comedy. Perfect, she thought, rolling her eyes. She originally was hoping for something scary or dramatic, but she got the total opposite. Sighing, she took another sip of her soda, pushing it away once she had refreshed herself. The scenes rolled by, and soon the movie was ten minutes in. It didn't interest Wren at all, but she still stuck around and fought her way through it. Her mother was still on her mind, unfortunately. Something just kept her from forgetting. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was coincidental. Who knows? She just wanted to never think about her again.
Her pale eyes searched the crowds, seeing a lot of younger adults and some teenagers for the most part. Every so often, a majority laugh was heard, but other than they were all carrying on their separate conversations. Snuggling into her sweatshirt, she saw a man that looked around her age sit at a bench next to hers, holding a soda. She didn't even give him a second glance until he had walked over towards her, a Coke in his hand. She suddenly felt small in his shadow, her dark brown locks falling slightly over her features. She struggled to not shy away as he sat down next to her, his vocals coming out smooth and pointedly. "These movies are something else aren't they?"
Wren forced herself into a small smile, glancing in his direction for only a second before turning back to the movie, only half-paying attention. He was a little intimidating, causing Wren to try and completely ignore him. She was an antisocial, to say the least. Her delicate features turned to look at him once more, her words coming out without even her realizing it. "Yeah.. they are. I guess it's all Hollywood can come up with these days." Her absent-minded words floated casually from her lips, her thick locks moving slightly in the quiet breeze. Wren wasn't much of a talker, so usually the people she would hold conversations with did most of the talking. This made her quite hard to get along with, so she hoped she wouldn't scare another person away just because she didn't know how to talk to people, except her cousin. He was the only person she'd really opened up to, besides her aunt and uncle. Even with her mother, she hardly talked. But that was just life; more specifically, the life she didn't want to live.
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