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Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 22, 2005 16:06:40 GMT -8
He nodded. "It's only around four, and it's summer - the sun is up for a longer time." He shrugged. "But it's up to you." Like he said to himself before, he wasn't going to force her to do anything. If she didn't feel comfortable with it, they'd find a hotel. The woman came back with his card, and he signed his name across the line. Independance didn't feel to exciting when you still pay with the credit card your parents pay for. But he was out of the house, right? Step one.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 22, 2005 13:50:31 GMT -8
Matt nodded. "I don't mind." He took his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a plastic card and handed it to the waitress. "I don't mind at all." Because that was Matt, people didn't bother him. People just needed help. "But me not minding isn't really the issue here," he stated. "Where is it that you want to be?" Deep down inside, everyone had that plan of if they'd ever run away. They knew where they were running to, what was going to happen, how long they'd stay. But when the time came, people just forgot. They froze up, and ended up somewhere they never wanted to be. "I don't want to force you to go anywhere you don't want to be." Brace yourself with all that you have. Matt just wanted to help her. He had as much time as he needed. He was never running away, he was running to.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 20, 2005 15:42:34 GMT -8
Matt didn't know what to say. Words couldn't describe how his eyes shifted over John as he spoke. They glossed themselves after one blink. They containted fear, but most of all, admiration. John was putting all the weight on him to save Carolyn. He was the only one saving the world. John didn't seem to have an ounce of selfisheness containted in him. "That's what the world should be made of." The worlds slipped right off Matt's tongue, but he couldn't take them back. Even if he didn't mean them, the statement wasn't his to own anymore. It was the worlds. "Where do you want to be?" The question was slowly pushed to Carolyn as Matt continued to watch John leave. Even if he wasn't visible anymore, Matt knew where he was heading. That John was taking control of his life. That he wasn't letting something stop him. That he held his head up, without showing a sign of regret. He repeated, in his head, the question Where do you want to be? Only my heart fucking knows.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 20, 2005 14:12:11 GMT -8
"You live in Port Royal?" He was never sure if they had established such a relationship. They shared stories of their past, but never very many of the present. He blinked, and a light buzz came from his pants. Stop right there, and get your mind out of the gutter. His hand went up, gesturing to excuse him for a moment. Again, the phone read Adams. He should have been there by now. They were probably assuming he was dead. Outside, the light air refreshed him from being confided into glass. "Hello?" "Mathew, where are you?" A small smile ran across his lips. People in this world still worried about his well being. "I'm not sure. Somewhere on the way. We were hungry - " She cut him off. "We?" "Carolyn, John, and I." "They're still with you." "Yeah, I'm just going to -" "Are they all right?" Her voice wavered in worry again. "They're fine. They just need a ride. I'll be there soon." "They know they're always welcome." "I told them, but them seem keen on their plan. I don't want to invade on subjects I don't belong." The palm of his hand slowly rubbed the back of his neck. The summer heat was beginning to stick. "You just make sure you get here in one piece." "There are never guarentees." "Mathew." "I'll see you soon." End was pressed on the phone, and he slowly made his way back through the door, and back to the booth. He slid back into the booth, and looked at John and Carolyn. "Now, what was I asking?" An eyebrow arched as he looked at the two. A new sense of excitement took over him - like he couldn't wait till time ticked by. "Oh yeah, where do you live, again?"
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Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 18, 2005 18:44:54 GMT -8
Matt kept his eyes off Carolyn and John and ran them softly over the table and up the girl. A light smile graced his lips in attempt to comfort her. Tension wasn't the word to use, but something was just forcing everyone to back down from highs of life. Death took away more than a soul - it took away everyones. "I'll just have a water." Hunger wasn't exactly the first thing on Matt's mind. And even if he was hungry, he couldn't eat. Food wouldn't compensate for any loss he felt. People died in the eyes of who sat before him. And even if he knew how much they were hurting, the moment didn't make him hurt more than they did. Focus was drawn to them. Save everyone else before you save yourself. "In a bottle, if you have 'em." A slow nod accented the certainty. Save the world, and try to have time for you later.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 14, 2005 16:15:42 GMT -8
Sometimes people couldn't handle things. Things got hard and they broke down. That's how Matt viewed Carolyn. She ran away so no one would be bothered what problems she hold. Some called "problems" a weakness. No one ever saw how hard it was to wake up in the early morning drenched in sweat from the night before after seeing playbacks so vivid. The colors were more detailed than any palot. Everything just seemed so real. Memories were more than moments - they were life. He watched slowly over the menu Carolyn coming out of the bathroom. Here eye's seemed hidden of somesort. Like they were a diversion from the real truth. Her cheeks were graced with pink or maybe red. With complexions, you could never tell. Matt moved his eyes back to the menu, causually glancing back to Carolyn, and then to John.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Mar 22, 2005 16:16:32 GMT -8
"Is she all right?" Matt lifted a brow, watching her run off to the bathroom. She spun as soon as she sat down and was off. There was one of two emergencies. He just wasn't sure which. Sliding into the booth, he glanced out the window. "She doesn't reveal herself much, does she?" He noticed that about Carolyn. She didn't tell a story like most did. Problems lying behind glossed eyes. Secrets on the tip of the tongue, falling down the throat. She isolated herself from that, and seemed strong for it. But maybe behind those eyes she cried. Maybe in the dark at two in the morning, she cried herself to sleep. Matt turned his look towards John, shrugging slightly. Grabbing a menu, he read the food offered.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Mar 22, 2005 12:24:06 GMT -8
Matt slid out of the car, and onto the pavement. He could feel the suns rays hit his skin. Carolyn was already out, so he shut the door to wait for John. He was hungry and not hungry at all. It was the feeling that he needed to eat, but didn't want to. He had things on his mind taking away from his focus on food. His mind was isolated to the moment when he'll walk through Cameron's door and not see Cameron. He couldn't even imagine the expressions on his relatives faces. Did he really have features of Cameron? If he did, could they handle it? If they couldn't, they wouldn't have been so welcoming. Matt shook his head, stepping away from the car to meet up with Carolyn. The moment couldn't be wasted in his own isolation. He needed to breath with the rest of them.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Mar 12, 2005 22:20:03 GMT -8
"Looks fine to me," Matt said, turning the wheel into the parking lot of The Golden Grill. "Reminds me of when I was younger." He had a photographic memory - or at least he remembered the memories he wished to forget. He was seven years old and out for the day with his dad. His eyes were lit up like candles on a birthday cake. Dad never took him out, this was a chance to show him how he'd grown - how smart he'd become. They were having lunch at a quaint little grill in their neighborhood. Matt was thrilled when he walked in their by the man he thought the world of. They sat down at a booth, and ordered lunch. The place smelled of greese - of hamburgers and men drinking alcohol. His father ordered a beer, and caught the eye of a coworker at the firm. He introduced Matt - Mathew, then- and the older men had a conversation. Three beers later they were still talking, Matt's placemat was covered in pictures and Father still wasn't ready to leave. Four beers added to the three he'd already drinken, Matt asked his dad to leave. Father didn't pay much attention because he was in the converstaion so deeply, so Matt asked again until his father gave him a glance. He told Matt that it wasn't time yet, so Matt complained a bit. His father told him to shut his mouth, that he was being rude, so he did. He sat there for another two beers and decided to ask again. Irritated this time, his father whipped him across his face with his fingertips. Matt cried, and a scene was created. Finding a parking spot, Matt let his eyes drop to the steering wheel. His bottom lip rolled under his two front teeth as he unbuckled the belt.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 25, 2005 10:16:40 GMT -8
By the way they jumped at the answer, Matt could tell John was a talented musician - no doubts about that. No one really just jumped at an answer to impress someone, unless they were worth impressing. Carolyn and John didn't seem like they needed to impress anyone. "I played guitar, and I can play a few drum beats." He shrugged softly. His acoustic was in the back. He figured if he wasn't going home for awhile, he could play gigs to pass the time. It would open his eyes a bit. Connect with the audience. That's what music was to him - a connection between two souls. He played the music, they listened and related. It was a perfect toss up. He found people who were just like him. It opened his eyes to a world of having someone beside him.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 24, 2005 13:17:36 GMT -8
"I don't go by moral obligations. I've had things handed to me my whole life," Matt said, looking straight onto the road. Typical, now. He used to take in the scenary, but now his body was tense - he couldn't divert his attention. But the sun was beginning to fall asleep. It'd wander off to another town and another day, in another state, shining on another group of teenagers. They cycle is never ending. "Let me give back." A little smile rolled onto his lips as he switched lanes. He could never stay in one place for a long time - he was ansy. He had to be moving, keeping his mind focused on one thing or another. "Either of you play an instrument?"
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 19, 2005 14:16:41 GMT -8
Matt shook his head. "The lunch is on me." He smiled. They'd been through enough. They just need a break. After lunch, sooner or later, they'd take that break. Running and never looking back. He admired them for it, really. They were taking an idea -a chance- and running with it. Runnin away from the past. He was backtracking to the times when he smiled from innocence and joy. He was starting over from the times in life when he laughed out of pure humor. Maybe they had the right idea, and he was all wrong.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 15, 2005 18:11:37 GMT -8
Through his sunglasses, Matt lifted his eyes to glance back at Carolyn and John. He didn't say a word, just watched behind the darkened lenses. He just observed, noting his own observations. You can achieve great things by taking notes, but maybe the experience was better. "Either of you hungry?" He asked, breaking the silence. His fingertips ran over the leather encasing the steering wheel. A cow was murdered for this. Something is always murdered to make the world more extravagent. No matter if it be a cow or a teenager in a street gang. Everything has its price.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 10, 2005 16:29:13 GMT -8
We had this down unlike everybody. . The radio played a soft lullaby in the background of their voices. It simplified unsaid words. "Just expect the unexpected." He told himself to shut up after saying the words. He told himself he wasn't helping. "I mean, just be careful." His lips curved into a grin as he focused on the road completely. Just let the moment pass you by. He blinked cautiously as he switched lanes. Though cautious isn't the word needed when you're one of three cars on the road. Caustious is just being over prepared. I'm trying to get this right. Yeah, cause I'm ridiculas like that. He was just trying to be safe. The image of the car, Jake's death, scattered blood always haunted him. I'll keep this as a constant reminder.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 9, 2005 13:57:07 GMT -8
"Just pray that what'll come isn't something not wished for." Just make sure what'll come isn't death. He wanted them to not understand, personally. It wasn't his place to put thoughts into their heads. They were just around the same age as him--he had no authority. "Be careful." Turning onto the highway, he listened to the song change. We drive tonight, And you are by my side. We're talking about our lives, Like we've known each other forever. He licked his upper lip again. The habit had returned.
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