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Post by Francesca Limoli on Jun 16, 2008 12:40:45 GMT -5
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 16, 2008 15:06:24 GMT -5
I'm putting out the lantern
Find your own way back home
Nature was your best bet at escaping the real world. Back years and years ago, there were no buildings disrupting this earth... at least, not in America quite yet. No cars guzzling gas and polluting the most precious thing to keep everything alive; air. Can you imaging the lush green of forests and plains going for miles and miles... just never ending. Going as wide as the bright blueberry sky above. Crystal clear waters of streams and lakes spreading over fields, and all the animals truly carefree. Well, except from the natives that needed meat. You didn't have to worry about anything except for your survival needs, such as food and shelter. You had no job, no money, no cares. Kind of like the amish now, except they're more up to date than the people back then were. Can you imagine such a life?
With the way the world is now, your average human being would tell you that they could never live in such a habitat. No electricity? No "real world"? You'd end up being some imitation hermit, wondering the world like a wilder beast. Why in the world would you want to be so inhumane? Aiden didn't understand exactly why no one would want to live in a world away from war and politics and issues that are so damn stupid. To live, be carefree, and share your will to the outside world would be magnificent. As long as the guitar was created some time during that point, he'd be just fine. Playing by himself and singing along while next to a waterfall. Feeling the cool breeze...
But this is the real world, right? In this place, there's no talk of "what ifs", but "what ofs"... and that's that. If there's something out of place, it must be fixed and dealt with immediately. It's probably one of the reasons why Aiden loved to be in the mountains on occasions. He was the definition of different, and he adored it. Maybe some people loved to be extremely out there with their looks, a bit more than he already did, perhaps. Yet their personality is the same old thing... Aiden's wasn't. He loved being weird, having an opinion. It's what made him what he was. He could be the only one in an extremely crowded street sitting down while everyone else briskly walked to their destination. They ignored things around them while Aiden, instead, preferred to study them.
Aiden sang softly to himself whilst a notebook remained propped up by his knee and part of the tree he sat in's bark. The specific branch he sat on remained sturdy under his slight weight, even if he every once in awhile swung himself upside down in order to get more ideas for each song he wrote. Unfortunately, his guitar was still packed tightly in his room back home, where his parents were currently discussing their children's future. It really was a bit barbaric, if you thought about it. Why couldn't they get it through their thick skulls that Aiden wanted to take the reigns of his own life? He controlled himself and where his path of the new beginnings would roam. It was his responsibility, not theirs. Sure, maybe he wasn't going to be a doctor like his father dreamed he would. Maybe he was intelligent enough to be one, but it's truly not what his heart desires.
Aiden remembered the day he finally told his father what he wanted to become. A musician? Hah, what a mistake in Edward Correll's eyes. Just because Edward had failed his music career didn't mean he had to discourage his own son from his desire. Sometimes, Aiden couldn't help but think every once in awhile that his parents wished that Alice, his twin, was an only child. At least she was going to do something 'fulfilling', like to become a lawyer. She followed the acts of God, while he explored other options. It wasn't that he was atheist by any means, only that he wanted to see what the world really was about. Maybe Aiden wasn't the type of guy that needed proof about life, since he believed in so many things that didn't make sense. However... just to discover what may be out there appeals most to him.
Aiden's song was quickly cut short when footsteps scattered somewhere down below into the greenery. Quietly, he leaned slightly forward, trying to catch sight of who would wander into such a place on the weekend. Finally, he saw the top of a quite familiar head, bringing a wide smile to his pale face. A few short seconds later, he swung upside down on the branch, coming face to face to miss Francesca Limoli, an old friend of his. "Hello." He spoke, the bright smile never leaving his face. "Long time no see." [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Francesca Limoli on Jun 17, 2008 16:29:38 GMT -5
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 17, 2008 22:33:07 GMT -5
It was nice to be different in a world that was so full of people that were so fake. Where alot of girls wished to be popular. Lord, they'd give up their souls just to be accepted. Thus, they would become clones. Acting the same, talking the same, even looking the same. Having your own identity seemed just about out of style these days... but Aiden never really ran with the crowd. If you couldn't be yourself, what would make you truly unique? Maybe one day people would realize that they were put onto this earth as separate people, not to copy one. In those cases, it kinda made you wonder who was the first person each girl after girl turned into? Or more importantly, why they couldn't accept themselves as who they were. Maybe that's why Aiden preferred childhood days to the real world. You didn't know better... you could do anything and really not understand why. You were carefree, and that was the best feeling one person could ever feel.
Being outside always made creative juices flow. That's probably why Aiden loved writing and playing there. Well, as long as he had a guitar at hand. Whenever he was in need of his piano, he'd be out of luck... Those suckers are one of the heaviest pieces of equipment man has decided to establish apon man. Which makes it sad, since the piano happened to be one of Aiden's favorite instruments. Sure, he could use a keyboard... and eventually he planned on getting one for the sole purpose of creating 'out there' creations and have easier traveling experiences. Yet he found the classic grand piano more classy and to have a more ivory, savored tune. It's not like he could bring a whole damn piano onto the stages, though.. and for his past performances, he hadn't even added the piano bits. Some of his best songs needed them, too, which was a bummer. Looks like he'll need to save up his money a little more longer than expected.
At least guitars were trusty. You didn't even need electricity to have them work. If a string breaks, just replace it. Simple as that. It's also easily transportable, which is a musicians dream. Make things as smooth as possible. Yet when in doubt, you can always have your trusty voice box. Unless you damage it, it'll never leave your side. It was Aiden's most trusty equipment, and is thankful to have one at least a bit more than decent. He wasn't the type to brag... but out of his talents, the one he was complimented on the most was his voice. It was his treasure, and the thing that always remained reliable to him. Singing was one of his favorite things to do, after all. Just to let his feelings out in the form of words, like he'd do when writing, just somehow released his soul. To tie it all musically made it even more worthwhile.
Despite the work he was doing and the enjoyment of being alone while doing so, he couldn't help but be glad Francesca had shown up. He always enjoyed her company... Out of everyone out there, she was the girl that he was willing to drop everything he was doing to help her whenever she needed it... or if she just needed company. "Well I like being upside down," Aiden responded with a fake, grumpy frown. His arms crossed across his skinny self to keep his mood together, before finally mischievously smiling down at her once more. "Besides, you look like the one that's upside down in my view, so who's talking now?" With one quick wink, he swung himself back onto the top of the branch, right side up like before. Yeah, he kind of was a monkey in more ways than others. Climbing always had been one of his main things he did as a child. Who knew why... maybe for the adventure of climbing to new places. Whatever the reason, it was exhilarating to him.
"Of course not! Get your butt up here, Fresca!" He called, still smiling and patting the space of the branch. "I mean, unless ya can't climb up here yourself..." [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Francesca Limoli on Jun 26, 2008 11:07:15 GMT -5
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 29, 2008 22:40:33 GMT -5
It was a wonder as to how he was finally in his senior year. Aiden could distinctly remember being the scrawny little freshman back a few years ago, awaiting what held for him there in high school. Now he was almost at this section of his life's end. It was strange... Could he really be nearing adulthood this quickly? He was the farthest thing from being called an adult, honestly. Naturally, he never really wanted to be one. He was your older version of Peter Pan, the boy that never really wanted to grow older. Of course, once he did get out of school, he could move away from his too judgmental family and finally start out his dreams. Maybe there was a bright side to everything... but the anticipation of figuring out the future a bit more could definitely be overwhelming.
College was a thing he could never figure out. Honestly, he never really did want to go. The smart move would be to, just for a fall back plan. Yet Aiden had a pretty good feeling of continuing on with his goals. Of course, you can't simply say no when there's the might. For just in case reasons, Aiden did look at some varies of colleges. A school of the arts took his interest more than anything, especially since they were his specialty and passion. Music, writing... it all amazed him to the fullest extent. There was one that was in New York, and another in Chicago, that were very highly rated and very popular with those that also take such in interest. Maybe he'd end up going to one of those? It all was a huge mess in his mind... If anything, he'd probably wait until the last minute until he figured out everything. If not, he'd probably just stick to his original plan.
Aiden found himself grinning wider when she finally replied, nodding slightly. He loved how much alike he and Fran could be. It was probably why he got along with her so much more than he did with others. Yes, he was an easy going guy to get to know, but to really become a great friend took some time. Time that wasn't too much between he and Fran. "Aw come on! Just because I'm skinny doesn't mean I can't lift you up. I mean, you're pretty feathery yourself." He pouted, looking slightly at his arms. Honestly, she might be slightly right. His whole life, he was the small, scrawny kid. To this day he still was, just a bit taller than before. Even if he tried, there'd be no way to enhance his muscle capacity. Forever more, he'd be the exact opposite of a weight lifter extraodinare. Not that it really bugged him much... but sometimes you could find him wishing that he did have a bit more strength.
As she layed against him, he grabbed his notebook he previously had been writing songs in and closed it tightly shut. Once it was tucked on his lap, he turned towards Fran a bit more, one of his pale-ish hands lazily playing around with a couple strands of her soft hair. Listening to her serious voice always made him laugh slightly on the inside. She really wasn't your extremely serious person... and the talk of him being a portable pillow was all too hilarious. "Sweet, I've always wanted to travel around the world. Now I'll get to see it. You'll have to carry me around, though. Like hell will I be stuffed up in your carry on bag all day. And you can't borrow me out, either. I'm your pillow, not some old sweaty dude that asks to use me as a comforting device." At that, he stared back at her with as much seriousness, until finally seeing the smile appear on her face. He broke down laughing just as much as she had.
"Okay, okay, so that won't work, but I'll let you lay on me whenever your head needs a good comforter." He finally said, his laughter calming down slightly. One leg finally slipped off part of the branch, and layed dangling around aimlessly below. Then, he continued, "So what've you been up to, sweetie?" [/size][/blockquote]
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