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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Apr 2, 2016 20:22:56 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]ruby red
[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds [attr="class","naen"]The birds' chirping was probably the nicest sound nature ever made, besides a cool breeze ruffling the leaves in autumn. It felt serene to walk through the park, breathe in the fresh air, watch the calm people around and so on. No one kills anyone in the park, it's just too much of an open space, but a peaceful one. Like a sanctuary.
A sanctuary often invaded by people way too energic for other's wellbeing. Ruby was walking on the cobbled path calmly, one earbud in her ear while the other dangled against her body while moving forward. She mainly wore only one to be aware of her surroundings but she deeply hoped it will be a peaceful day. [attr="class","mswtas"]  [attr="class","ndsf"]Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we’ve made!
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 3:10:16 GMT 2
Dakota was sitting on a park bench, his breath had come back to him finally from his long jog. SJ, was also lying on the bench, his head in Dakota's lap. He sat there, petting the dog. He looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but admire it. The city's only real place of peace was the park. It was as if everyone in the park had some unspoken agreement, that you wouldn't kill each other, which made his day off, all the more peaceful. SJ on the other hand, had no respect for peace, or personal space. The dog jumped off the bench, and ran across the park, heading for a figure in the distance.
"SJ!" Dakota said, and jumped up from his place on the bench, and ran after him. He may have been fast, but no match for SJ's uncoordinated legs, that danced wildly in the grass as he ran, making great distance in awkward leaps, but managed to outrun his owner. The dog ran straight for Ruby, almost bounding as he moved. SJ was able to run, but not able to stop, and ran straight into the woman.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Apr 5, 2016 17:46:32 GMT 2
[googlefont="Montserrat|Oswald"] [attr="class","bgfs"] [attr="class","somenights"]ruby red
[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds [attr="class","naen"]Her thumbs were tucked in her pockets, fingers tapping on the material to the rhytms of the song she was listening to. When did she even get so addicted to this sort of Rock? She guessed her mood must have been craving energy lately. It didnt matter though, she was halfway through the song, when whatever it was-- it leaped at her legs and made her stumble forward, since the dog ad sadly rammed into her from behind. Luckily she'd slam her palms into the pavement to avoid faceplanting the cobbled path, and just as then, the dog continued in his quest of being friendly to random strangers, hopping off of her legs and sniffing frantically at her head and body, his tongue out and barking in a way of probably greeting, maybe. Ruby on the other hand, was wondering what the fuck just happened, and why was there a dog who suddenly made her hug the pavement. "Fucking hell." She'd mutter under her breath, moving out of her face her golden locks and getting up, watching as the cute dog came into her sight. "Oh my god, arent you a cutiee" She whispered to herself that, embarrassed to say it out loud, and began petting the dog, remaining on her knees as she did so. There also seemed to be a man running in their direction, but the dog mattered more. [attr="class","mswtas"] [attr="class","ndsf"]Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we’ve made!
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
[attr="class","wban"] muse[attr="class","wban"]@dakota
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 14:03:31 GMT 2
SJ continued to attack her with love, and hop around wildly, not letting her get back up. The dog continued to sniff her until satisfied that he knew her, then went back to being playful, hopping around her, and pouncing as if he was hunting something, and finally was ready to go in as he feigned his pounces.
Jogging over to SJ, and Ruby was Dakota. He snapped his fingers once, and SJ immediately stopped, and sat down, "SJ!" he called, and the dog looked over his shoulder panting, to see Dakota jog over to where they were. "Sorry about that, he's still learning," he told her. He made a signal with his hand, and the dog slowly walked over to him, and sat down by his legs, and let out a deep sigh of exhaustion, he had been running all day, and needed to take a breather, especially since he was so young, and got excited easily by literally everything that moved. "Hi, I'm Dakota," he said offering his hand to help her up. He felt like he kind of owed her for the way SJ acted.
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