h e r e comes the sun (open)

[Noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't you know it's violation? BROKEN HOMES FROM SEPARATION, APPROXIMATELY 681 WORDS IN THIS POST IS FOR WHOEVER TO READ. squirrels, man's best friend! :3 It was the kind of day where most people preferred to be inside. It wasn't raining, or overly bad out. There was a slight chill in the air but it wasn't enough to be more than a slight discomfort. Nothing that a hoodie couldn't fix, which was exactly what Noah did. A simple red zip-up hoodie and a pair of jeans and he was just fine. What kept most people inside was the threat of weather to come. The sky was a deep grey and overcast, with a spattering of nearly black clouds. Every so often there was even a low rumble in the distance of thunder, so most people preemptively avoided the outdoor so that they didn't get rained on. It wasn't a bad strategy, but there was a certain energy in the air during this kind of weather that made Noah feel empowered, though he would never admit that to anybody. Of course it wouldn't be too hard for them to intuit it. It was his lunch break, between the fourth and fifth periods, and he had decided to set up camp underneath an old oak that grew outside one of the many buildings on campus. It threatened to rain at any moment and setting up under a tree with an impending thunder storm was probably not a good idea, but as far as Noah was concerned the storm wasn't there yet so he was going to enjoy it while he could. When it started to rain he'd be sheltered under the thick branches and when the lightning came he could just scurry inside, if he wasn't already there. He still had two classes left to the day so his time was limited. By the sounds of it the thunder storm wouldn't be near enough until at least sixth period when he was comfortably indoors enjoying a couple of his favorite classes. Music was a given for anyone who knew him or felt the rough calluses on his hands from years of playing guitar, and English was just an easy subject for him. With a Styrofoam container in his hands still hot from the campus cafe he found the cleanest looking spot on the tree and settled in, putting his back up against the wood and relaxing. Nothing fancy for lunch, just a cheeseburger and fries. One of the staple foods of the cafeteria. Spaghetti on special, but that wasn't the kind of dish he could take outside and enjoy and it was exactly the kind of day where he wanted to go outside and enjoy the weather. Instead he opted for the heat-lamp fries and flat-grilled burger. Not that there was any problem with it, though it definitely wasn't a healthy lunch. Some people liked to joke about how the burger patties weren't even real meat, or weren't completely made of meat. Cardboard, said some, ground up and fried in fat to reminisce meat. Noah begged to disagree: he'd tasted a lot of fast food burgers in his life, traveling with his family during the many moves, and these burgers were the first to taste like real food. A squirrel chattered in the tree above him and Noah turned his attention upward. He opened the container and picked up a fry, giving it a toss so that it landed a few feet away from him. The squirrel came halfway down the tree to investigate but didn't run for the fry. Noah smirked. "I don't blame you, buddy, they're not even warm anymore," he said as he bit into a fry and then tore off a piece of the hamburger bun and threw it just to the side of the fry. The squirrel took the bait and ran down the rest of the tree, sniffing at the bun before picking it up and chewing away at it. Noah smiled and picked up the burger, taking a good bite before taking off another piece and throwing it to his new friend. MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Darby]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby shrugged her backpack up farther on her shoulder. Oh god, was the weather just perfect. No, it wasn't sarcasm; she just loved overcast days. Blistery winds and no trace of a sun, and an altogether otherworldly feel. How amazing. The wind stirred her hair around her face, tossing it against itself. It would most certainly be tangled horribly later. Her hair was thin and fine, despite being black and growing at the consistency of an Italian's. She was German, as a matter of fact--but she looked like the polar opposite of any German she knew. Regardless, her hair was now tangly and she just knew it would be annoying and slighly painful to run her fingers through it; not like she planned on dropping her lunch to do so. Pizza. Nummy. It had been fresh and hot when she had purchased it from the café, but the weather had swiftly fixed that; it was now room temperature at best. Oh well. She despised burning her mouth on hot food, anyways. She actually prefered frozen pizza to hot pizza, but the weather wasn't that intense. Darby looked up from staring hungrily at her two slices of Italian gold. She was in the center of the park (though she couldn't exactly remember walking there... sometimes that happened). The wind knotted the leaves on the trees much like it had to her hair, and the wispy grass created waves on the ground where the wind brushed over it, giving it the look of an ocean at a distance. Darby smiled a little to herself. This was her type of weather. But now, where to sit? She paused, before taking a seat in the center of the grass. She had a thick (and obnoxiously neon green) jacket of smooth cotton and fuzzy lining to keep her warm (and to keep her looking like her normal self; the jacket had a black interior and two chains formed an "x" across her back. Classic, weirdo Darby). She could withstand the wind. Maybe. Darby scooped up her first slice of pizza, taking a luxurious bite. At least the weather meant that the buggies were gone for the season, more or less. Sometimes, in the summer, the ants and bees were so bad, it was a feat just to eat outdoors. Putting your lunch tray on the bare ground was an invitation to add ant a-la-mode to your meal, which was less than appealing, to say the least. But now, the cold had forced the ants deep into the ground to hibernate... or whatever the hell they did. Darby didn't give a fuck, so long as they left her precious food alone. She looked up as something flew by her peripherals, catching her attention. A few yards away, a piece of something landed, and was quickly attacked by a squirrel. Poor thing. The weather was hard on everyone who didn't live under an AC. Darby looked back in the direction that the flying gift had been sent from, her eyes landing on a damn hot boy sitting under one of the trees. She briefly indulged herself in a once-over, swiftly confirming that he was, indeed, highly attractive. Pausing, she turned back to her pizza, tearing off a fraction of the crust. If she was the squirrel, she'd want as many scrap morsels as humanly possible. Well, lucky for the squirrel, this human had a ridiculous soft spot for rodents. Smiling a little to herself, she tossed the chunk of bread in the squirrel's direction. The wind blew it slightly off-course, but the creature wasn't stupid, and it took less than a few seconds for it to recognize the treat, and snatch it up from the grass. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't you know it's violation? BROKEN HOMES FROM SEPARATION, APPROXIMATELY 524 WORDS IN THIS POST IS FOR DARBY TO READ. non-verbal invitations ftw! Also stormy days. :D The squirrel was having the time of its life as morsels of food barraged it, it seemed. Flaky burger bits and the toughened pizza crust were all the same and its cheeks were growing quite full. After gathering up the last of the food that it could carry the squirrel scurried its way back up the tree to stash the food for the coming winter, or whenever it got hungry, or whatever else squirrels did with food. Once it was finished it poked its head out and stood on a branch near its hole, watching the two other occupants of the park eagerly to see if more food would rain down for it. By the time the squirrel did its squirrelly business Noah had helped himself to a few bites of his burger. The weather had cooled it down to the point where it didn't drip molten hot grease with every bite, as burgers tended to do when they were fresh. It was just more proof that the meat was not, in fact, cardboard and somewhere between real meat and acceptable standards. Granted the cafe operated a little different than your standard school cafeteria and for that Noah was glad. He took a bite and had a few fries, then decided they were a bit too stale and cold for his liking and that he'd just eat the burger. Simple decision were often the best, and that one practically made itself for him. But he wasn't alone in the park anymore, aside from his new squirrel companion. A girl had come along and also joined in the feeding of the squirrel. Someone else who reveled in that feeling the world got before a storm? The way the whole world calmed down, foreboding for the coming rupture in the peace. The energy in the air unharnessed by anything because all was settling down and bracing itself for whatever damage the storm might bring along with it. There weren't many who knew the joys of that feeling on campus. Most took up the simple stance that sunny weather was always the best, that when the skies were blue and a cool breeze kept you from getting too warm it was perfect. Granted Noah did enjoy those days as well, but they weren't necessarily his favorite. He idly wondered if the girl who had joined him really knew that feeling, or if she was just trying to get away from the busy-bodies who milled about the campus during normal hours. The crowded hallways, people sitting around reading books and waiting for time to pass, not wanting to venture too far. Noah glanced over at the girl and raised his hand in a wave. Might as well acknowledge that she was there, though he didn't want to impose on her if she was trying to get away. Just sit there and look inviting, so that if she wanted company he could offer it but otherwise he'd mind his own business. A big message for a little wave, but it was one of those things the human mind could imply without much influence. MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Darby]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby continued tossing her crust, until she had thrown everything she was willing to get rid of. Turning back to the pizza, she continued wolfing it down. How utterly delicious, even cooled off. Mm. Cheeeese. Her gaze lifted as she ate, and she stole another glance at the boy/only human within one hundred yards (ish). She tensed just slightly as she realized he was looking right back at her. Instinctively, she broke into a polite smile, and then noticed his wave. Aw. Someone who was... not... scorning her immediately. Was that... an invitation to sit with him...? Maybe she was overreacting and interpriting it wrong. Oh well. She would overstep her boundaries if he was wrong. She paused, debating it for a long moment, before heaving herself up before she could second guess herself any longer. Heading slowly over, she took a tentative seat about a yard away from the boy, perching her lunch tray on her lap again. ".... Hey." she chimed lightly, her hair whirrling around her face. She watched his expression carefully for any sign that she had done something freakish and socially unnatural. It tended to happen a lot. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't you know it's violation? BROKEN HOMES FROM SEPARATION, APPROXIMATELY 570 WORDS IN THIS POST IS FOR DARBY they should skip class and watch the storm together! :D The girl had an appetite, to say the least, taking little time to devour that pizza of hers. Noah watched idly after his invitation went out, taking that time to eat his burger. It was lunch break, after all, and while he was never all that hungry it was good to stock up on fake nutrition. It at least satisfied the conscience, right? He ate half the burger before he decided that was enough, throwing the contents back into the Styrofoam container and closing it. Before he did, however, an idea occurred to him and he retrieved the remains of the hamburger bun, then tucked the container away beside him to be thrown out when he went back to class. He was far too comfortable to get up, in the shade of the tree as a misty drizzle began. Just a few flecks of rain, not enough to drench anything but they threatened to pick up. It was the kind of thing that came on suddenly. Things would be dampened by the drizzle and then suddenly the storm would be on top of them in the form of thunderous rain. The thunder and lightning would come a while after the heavy rain started. Noah estimated they had at least twenty minutes, if not more, but then he wasn't a meteorologist either. Storms had a tendency to be a little unpredictable, but Noah had experienced enough to draw on some form of wisdom when judging what kind of time he had. The girl read into his invitation and came over to join him. Noah was kind of glad. Not that he was lonely or particularly needed company; he'd learned to cope with both when he was younger, but he didn't want to see her sitting out in the rain just because he was too comfortable to move out of the shelter. As she made her way over Noah nonchalantly broke up the bun from his hamburger and scattered the remains among the shade created by the tree for whenever the squirrel decided it was ready for seconds. He made sure to keep it where the rain wouldn't get it immediately. It was inevitable on a stormy day that everything would get wet, but the least he could do was give the squirrel a chance to enjoy something other than soggy bread. Noah looked up and idly wondered if the tree was large enough to keep its very base wet from the coming torrent. Maybe it was something worth skipping class for. He turned his attention back to his new company as she settled down a yard away from him. He only smirked as she settled down and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, digging in for the coming storm. "You might still get wet over there. I reckon this tree is old enough to keep its trunk dry, but storms usually come with wind and wind tends to get the rain into places it shouldn't be," he said quite simply, patting the ground not far beside him by the trunk. "And unlike our mutual friend up there I don't bite. Hey, we're in theatre together, aren't we?" Noah was fairly certain of this fact, honestly, but it helped people get more comfortable when they were the ones affirming the situation. MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Darby]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby glanced up at the sky as a few drops sailed down to lightly freckle her hair and sleeves. Oh, perfect. Better finish off that pizza before it got soggy, though. Hearing the boy's words, Darby shoved another bite in her mouth, before grinning a little and scooting over to where he had gestured. Leaning back against the tree, she smiled to herself; it was so rare for anyone to act this way to her. Like, ever. Not to say no one was ever friendly to her, because they were. But pulling her into a conversation and a little picnic was... less than common, to say the least. It was nice. "Ah, I'd skip class for a storm." She mused. She paused, tilting her head back to glance up the tree. The squirrel was seemingly long gone. But she knew animals; they had the uncanny, perfect ability to know exactly what the weather would be like. Working with the horses, she had quickly picked up that they loved to freak out on you when a cold front was coming in. Oh, the numerous rope burns she'd received when her mare had decided that a certain cloud looked like a monster, and took off when she was in hand. Crazy equine. But she didn't need a horse to know exactly what the skies foretold. Rain. And judging by the swollen, heavy black clouds which expanded over the vast stretch of the sky in every direction, a lot of rain. Which led her back to her original thought. "... I wonder how wise it would be to get on the lowest branches? You could probably stay drier... but it wouldn't be as dangerous as a higher branch." she mused. Sometimes, her rather niave insights like this were quickly shot down by people--usually boys. She braced herself a little for such a comment, but decided to carry on without waiting much longer for an answer. "... Were you gonna skip class?" She asked lightly, turning to face him. My, what remarkably blue eyes you have. All the better to stare into your soul with, my dear-- Shut up, conscience. You're so fucking embarrassing. Darby briefly turned her own words over in her mind. She really wasn't a truent... but once wouldn't hurt. Especially for such an extraordinary occassion; a hot guy randomly asking her to eat with him. And someone who seemed to enjoy storms as much as herself. Rarity? Well, yeah. Especially when you factored in him tolerating her. So far. She hesitated, thinking about her drama class. Dear god, she sucked at knowing people's names. Or remembering their faces if they were directly insignificant to her, for that matter. "... Yeah... I think we're in the same class..." She answered slowly. For all she knew, he didn't even go to this school. But she was optimistic; it would be splendid if he DID have class with her, so why not put that thought out into the universe? [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't you know it's violation? BROKEN HOMES FROM SEPARATION, APPROXIMATELY 687 WORDS IN THIS POST IS FOR DARBY they are totally going to end up kissing in the rain. just sayin'. This really was a rare situation. It was not often that Noah found someone who enjoyed a storm like he did. Then again perhaps he just wasn't looking in the right places. For example where better to find just such a soul than in the park when there was an impending storm? But the park was large and the campus was larger, and then the world around the campus was even larger on top of that. The chances still seemed so slim. But Noah never really agreed with the odds. He'd traveled far too much, seen far too many one in a millions to really think that they would be so rare. Or maybe he just had the strangest kind of luck that he'd be in the places where these one in a million chances occurred. Such existential thoughts would give him a headache if he dwelt on them, so Noah turned his attention back to the idle musings of the girl. He really should get her name. His eyes moved to the lowest branches of the tree and he considered her thoughts. This was a park so the trees here, especially one as old and grand as this one, were groomed regularly. There were few branches below your average height, making it the perfect little picnic spot for people visiting. Usually on sunny days. Had it been sunny Noah mightn't have even been able to sit there. An old oak tree with a perfect overhang on top of a small rise in the land that allowed them to look over the park. It was the perfect location, really. He couldn't imagine a better one for any kind of daydreaming, whether it be watching park-goers or preparing for an oncoming storm. "I'd say you'd run the risk of being struck by lightning when it finally gets here, but then again this tree looks like it'd defied odds time and time again. It's still standing, right? Do you want to try it?" It would be hard to find a good view of the storm through the foliage, but then they could worry about that when they got there. Judging from the height of the lowest branch and the girl's stature, unless she was a particularly good climber he might have to give her a boost. His eyes turned then back to the looming black clouds as the roll of thunder washed over them. He hadn't seen the lightning that went with it, which meant it was still quite far away. The light had vanished in the normal daytime light and hadn't even made it as far as them. But if they were hearing thunder that meant the heavy rain would be coming soon. He looked down at his school bag, a messenger bag bloated with text books, and weighed the pros and cons of going to class. He would be missing Music class, one of his favorites, but then that didn't really matter to him that much. Well it did, he was an aspiring musician, but the thought of a coming storm and the poetic tranquility it created within him was a lot more tempting. Besides, musicians were always doing controversial things, and seeking out their muse in the forces of nature. "I was entertaining the idea of skipping, yeah. Looks like it'll be a nice storm," Noah replied vaguely, reaching into his bag and pulling out the can of Coke he had bought with his burger and cracking it open. "I doubt it would be very hard to persuade me at this point," he added, turning and throwing her a little grin. "You have a familiar face, we must be in the same class. My name is Noah," he concluded, passing his Coke from one hand to the other, freeing up one to offer to her to shake. There really wasn't much else to do on this kind of introduction. "I think if you want to get up to the low branches you might need a little help." MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Darby]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby grinned, glancing over to him as he extended his hand. "I'm Darby. We probably are in the same drama class, too." she mused, beaming at him. She dropped her hand after a moment, fishing out her phone and checking the time. They still had a decent amount of lunch left, and all of next period, provided they skipped. "Well." She started, studying the time thoughtfully, "I think I'll be staying out here." She decided. Missing one class wouldn't hurt, especially with her terrific records of attendance. Shoving her phone away, she glanced up at the tree again. Yeah, the branches were low, but they were still a bit too high for her to successfully climb up onto. She had the lower body strength of a mule, but the upper body strength of a congealed noodle. "And I might need some help." She giggled softly. Pushing her backpack snugly against the treetrunk, she stood, gazing up at a low branch. Pursing her lips a little, she reached up to grab it, but--as previously stated--her arms didn't have the power to pull her up. Giggling softly, she looked back to Noah. "Nah. I've got nothing in my arms." She snickered, enjoying a gust of chilled wind that swept over her at that moment. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't you know it's violation? BROKEN HOMES FROM SEPARATION, APPROXIMATELY 587 WORDS IN THIS POST IS FOR DARBY yay for filler content and over-described climbing! :D Noah quickly drank the contents of his soda and put the can beside the Styrofoam container, which was beside his bag. Hopefully he'd be able to remember to throw it out once they were done because of this placement, but sometimes you just got so scatterbrained that you forget about things all too easily. He just didn't want the squirrel to find it and think it's food; that stuff was poisonous to animals, or so he had heard. Enough that he didn't want to kill one of his newfound friends because he was distracted by the other. He smirked as he watched Darby try to reach up to the lowest branch and fail, then stood up beside her and looked up. "Even with a boost I can't get you all the way up. Wrap your arms around that branch and hold tight, then try bracing your feet against the trunk. You should be able to walk yourself up the side of the tree to the point where you can wrap your legs around the branch and get up with ease. That'll be the hardest part; once we're up there it'll be like a ladder." Noah spoke from experience, of course, for what young boy didn't enjoy climbing trees in their free time. Especially when there were always new trees to be climbed when you were moving all the time. And then there was that week when he had run away and actually lived in a tree, for the most part, to avoid catching unwanted attention. He bent his back and clasped his hands together, lowering them to a height where Darby could step into them to get a boost. Once her weight was there he could lift with his knees and help her get a little higher. It wasn't the kind of stance that could be maintained, so Darby would have to be quick. Once she was up in the tree it left Noah with a dilemma of finding his own way up. Not that that was particularly difficult with his height advantage over the girl. He found a new branch, then braced his foot against the trunk of the tree and jumped, using the tree trunk to get a few valuable inches. He wrapped his fingers around his branch, shifted his weight and got a proper hold, then followed his own advice to get up into the branch. Once he was safely up he let his feet dangle over as he turned to face Darby, brushing some of the smaller branches that were poking at him out of his face and offering her a grin. "I'm pretty sure with that coming storm if anyone saw us doing this they would burst a blood vessel or something," he joked, groping around the tree branches to find a good handhold that would allow him to maintain balance. Falling out of a tree was not only embarrassing in such a situation, but also quite painful, as he had found out numerous times. Even from this height the roots on the ground would feel like bricks. MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Darby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; padding-bottom:30px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ebtZW.png); padding-top:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-left:10px][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/MuffinnCake/Junk/93f896b4.jpg); border:7px solid #282828] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:10px;]500-ish words[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#dddddd; line-height:10px; text-align:center; background:#282828; webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; padding:1px]Noah Dubois[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:5px; text-align:center; margin-top:1.4px;]muse is better[/style][STYLE=font-size:28px; line-height:0px; margin-top:16px; text-align:center; color:#282828; font-family:georgia]♥[/style]

[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby glanced up at the tree branch once, before lightly placing her right foot in Noah's waiting hands. Gingerly resting a hand on his shoulder, she sprang up, and between her little jump and him standing up abruptly, she got enough momentum to catch the targeted branch with her torso. From there, she had it covered; Oh, the things horsemanship had taught her. With a sort of practiced ease, she fixed both hands on the top of the branch, and swung her hips up, swiftly hooking her knee around the branch. In the same, fluid movement, she straddled the limb, sitting up. Her shirt had some shards of dusty bark clinging to it, but they were quickly dispelled with the brush of her hand. Nimbly scooting around, she got closer to the tree's trunk, grasping at it for additional support. Glancing up, she paused, before steadily getting to her feet. As soon as she was able to reach another branch, she grabbed onto it for balance, glancing around the boughs. In the center of the tree, all the branches sprouted out from the trunk, creating a sort of imperfect nest where the tree had created an uncanny little platform of sorts, roofed by the leaves. "... Here, come up here." She notified Noah brightly, carefully working her way up until she was able to crawl onto the said space. The branches grew almost horizontally there, creating a rather comfortable spot to sit. As comfortable as a tree could be, anyways. She found a way to position herself so she had a branch to lean on a little as well, and she crossed her legs up under her. From here, the leaves obscured most of the sky, but the atmosphere was positively magical. The wind tossed the thinner branches and foliage around them, and it still stirred her hair and clothes, but the tree shrouding her had blocked off a decent portion of the breeze. It certainly wasn't any warmer at the heart of the tree, but she suspected it wouldn't be as wet here once the rain decided to start up. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't you know it's violation? BROKEN HOMES FROM SEPARATION, APPROXIMATELY 500 WORDS IN THIS POST IS FOR DARBY d'awwwwwwwww Noah watched as she deftly made her way through the trees and he could tell she knew what she was doing. It was a rather impressive show, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the way she was able to move her hips, but that particularly lewd thought was tucked away into a nice and private recess of his mind nowhere near the speech centers. Things were going pretty well here, he didn't want to let a comment slip that didn't need to be said. And so he watched with a private admiration as she found herself a perch in the tree and called him up. He was already committed to this journey, and to missing class, even though they had plenty of time before it began. He was a good student, he'd be able to make up for any missed material. It was a bit more challenging for him to climb the tree since the wind was rocking it back and forth, making each move unsteady at best, and he didn't have the horseback riding experience that she had. But he did have, as mentioned, plenty of experience climbing trees, so he made his way up with careful footing and quite a bit of ease. By the time he had gotten there she had made herself quite comfortable, and he proceeded to do the same. It was a handy little nexus in the tree, where many branches converged at the trunk. The higher branches were some of the older ones, so it was no surprise they had had time to grow into this sort of tangle that kept the two new occupants of the tree safe. Noah turned his attention upward, wondering idly where the squirrel's nest was. But at this point he couldn't see more than a few feet into any direction in the tree before it was lost to weaving branches and fluttering leaves, so his attention turned back to his climbing companion. As he did a single ray of sunlight broke through the ominously black clouds, just for a moment, and found its way through the tree. One of those one in a millions that Noah tended to always be around to observe. Fluttering leaves caused dancing shadows across Darby's face, accentuating her features with the bright glow of the sun while the breeze kicked up her hair oh so gently, giving it life. All of those facotrs combined to actually take Noah's breath away, for just a moment, as he covered it up with a warm smile. "Well, here we are, braced for the storm and safe from the world," he recovered quickly, finding something to say as he glanced out through the leaves at the darkness that was the clouds. Not long now before the downpour started. Inside the tree like they were they would be quite safe, and once the storm came on full the wind would die down almost completely, as it did during thunderstorms, leaving their perch completely unscathed. MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Darby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; padding-bottom:30px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ebtZW.png); padding-top:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-left:10px][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/MuffinnCake/Junk/93f896b4.jpg); border:7px solid #282828] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:10px;]600-ish words[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#dddddd; line-height:10px; text-align:center; background:#282828; webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; padding:1px]Noah Dubois[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:5px; text-align:center; margin-top:1.4px;]muse is well-fed[/style][STYLE=font-size:28px; line-height:0px; margin-top:16px; text-align:center; color:#282828; font-family:georgia]♥[/style]

[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby grinned as Noah made his way up as well. The canopy was so perfect... there was no way nature had just hiccuped and blossomed out this environment. Perhaps the tree had begun to grow a certain way due to many generations of teens planting themselves up here like they had done. And yet, the area looked so undisturbed; towards the ground, you could spot places on the tree where the trunk had been carved into some message or shape. But no such displays up here. Maybe no one had ventured to think that something so amazing would lay just out of their sight. Maybe no one had thought to look. Darby squinted just slightly as a rebel tendril of sunlight broke through the din, somehow--seemingly impossibly--landing amongst them. She glanced up in it's direction, silently admiring the way it created dapples across the branches, sharply contrasting the weak sunlight with the pressing darkness. What a fleeting rarity. When she looked back down, she caught Noah's eye, smiling. He was being so openly friendly--also a fleeting rarity. Even people who were nice to her didn't strike up a positive companionship this fast. But she sure as hell wasn't questioning it; she'd roll with it as though she climbed trees during storms with strangers all the time. Because acting as she truly felt (serendipitously shocked into "naive damsel" mode, if you will) would only make her look moronic. And boy, had she had the experience to back up that conclusion. She shifted her weight a little to get more comfortable, still smiling at the boy. He hadn't dropped in attractiveness at all; some people tended to get uglier the closer you got, which was something her poor vision had led her to experience plenty. Of course, she could just wear her glasses all the time... but that just didn't feel right to her. Regardless, Noah was an attractive young man, and this on top of the fact that he was, in fact, being so remarkably friendly towards her began to make her silently wonder what was wrong with him. Hot guy. Nice guy. What's the catch? Drug addict? Man whore? Womanizer? Of course, she'd experienced her share of hot/nice guys who had lesser issues, yet still deal breakers: Vanity, shallowness, ignorance, or just plain idiotness. And... and Elizabeth. The bitch. Had her wrapped around her finger, and still had the nerve to toss her away, only to reel her back in, chew her up, and spit her out once more... But right now wasn't about Elizabeth. She focused on Noah, blinking a few times to dispel the fiend from her mind. Still, she found herself wondering what she would do if she was here, watching omnipotently. Knowing her, she'd probably find some immature way to make me look like a moron in front of Mr. Potential Friend Man. Do her best to screw this up. If she could, she'd make the motherfucking sun come back out for good. Darby grit her teeth a little. Seriously, she needed to stop thinking about her. Forcing her mind back to Noah, she cleared her throat a little. "So... tell me about yourself." She sing-songed lightly, resting her hands on her ankles to receive an answer. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Noah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't you know it's violation? BROKEN HOMES FROM SEPARATION, APPROXIMATELY 500 WORDS IN THIS POST IS FOR DARBY now i'm just really eager for the rainy kisssssss dammit! Really Noah couldn't believe the situation for what it was. It seemed so horribly convenient that he'd just happen to bump into someone who shared his rare enjoyment for stormy days like this. And that moment when the sun had hit her so perfectly and his breath had hitched in his throat, what had that been? Noah was really good at faking emotions when he needed to, but he didn't know how to recognize them when they came so rapidly. Could it be that his guard had slipped, finally, and left him momentarily vulnerable? He had moved around so much as a child that the guard had become a defense mechanism that had never gone away, even here where he seemed to have a static home. Perhaps she had really managed to break down the walls that had grown sturdier with each passing year they were used. How would she have done that, though? It really confused Noah, but in an almost infuriatingly optimistic way. When she chirped up and asked him about himself he only then realized the exact weight of the scenario. He was sitting in a tree with a girl he had just met, in a very private nook of that tree in an almost completely abandoned park, where they'd likely be stuck for a while once the storm started. How had that not occurred to him before now? He wondered if it had even occurred to her. The situation had just been one of those whimsical ones where you do everything without thought. "There isn't much to say, really," Noah said in response to her question. "I moved around a lot as a kid, so I never really settled down anywhere long enough to be interesting," he shrugged idly. That's how he saw it, anyway. Most people were defined by the events of their past, the experiences helped shape them into the person they were. But outside of that week when Noah had run away from home there wasn't much else to say about his childhood. Plenty of new houses, new places to explore, new people, but none of them stuck around long enough to be noteworthy. "I'm not that exciting, promise," he continued, dismissing himself and then turning the topic around. "What about you? Skipping class to climb a tree with a stranger seems like the mark of an interesting person. MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Darby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; padding-bottom:30px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ebtZW.png); padding-top:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-left:10px][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/MuffinnCake/Junk/93f896b4.jpg); border:7px solid #282828] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:10px;]300-ish words[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#dddddd; line-height:10px; text-align:center; background:#282828; webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; padding:1px]Noah Dubois[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:5px; text-align:center; margin-top:1.4px;]muse is decent[/style][STYLE=font-size:28px; line-height:0px; margin-top:16px; text-align:center; color:#282828; font-family:georgia]♥[/style]

[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby smiled, studying him. Well, for now, anyways, she'd pretend he was truly as perfect as he appeared. "Ah, a mover. I can sort of relate." She replied lightly, watching the leaves dive around. "I've moved cross-country about... three times. Nothing heart-wrenching... but I know what it's like to be uprooted." She offered, glancing over to smile at him. "Um... I dunno how to summarize my life." She giggled softly. "I've... been riding horses since it was possible to... and I've been in theatre for about as long, too. I... I'm all about animals and the arts, really." She mused, glancing at him. "I've actually got seven fish, four rats, a chinchilla and a mouse in my room." She giggled, clearly a bit bashfully. "It's... what I do. Animals are my life." She paused, staring out at the leaves, a bit forlorn. "You know... they're there when humans can't make it work." She spoke, her voice slowing down a bit. "... Animals are great." she concluded, her voice having changed from being infamously bubbly to being rather quiet and distant. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]