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Post by JAMIE RENEE LINCOLN. on Aug 28, 2012 20:34:16 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are Jamie was nervous to say the least. She hadn’t seen her brother in a while, and she only found out he moved from their mother. She didn’t really know why she decided to follow him, she knew he wouldn’t like it. They had never really been close, obviously with a six year age gap, but Jamie had never really tried, sure she idolized him in a way, but he didn’t know that, nor would she ever tell him so. But now she was trying to be mature about life, she didn’t really talk her dad, ever, but she kept in touch with her mom, and her next step was making a relationship with her big bro. She had just moved into town and was still put up in a hotel, but she didn’t mind, the beds were comfortable and the pillows were nice, the only thing missing was her kitty, butters, but he was staying with Matt in the apartment he just rented out.
She was a little nervous as she got ready that morning. She put on her tank top and shorts, strapped her sandals, and threw on some eyeliner and mascara. She didn’t really want to mess with her hair, and it was hot outside anyway, so she put it up in a bun. Focusing on getting ready didn’t really help her though. Her and Maddox were complete opposites, he was more artistic and tougher than she would ever be, but she was more into academics, they came easier to her than most. She looked down at her chipped nail polish, a sad side effect from playing the guitar. She looked over at her beat up guitar, the only reason she had taught herself to play was so she could be more like her brother, as sad as that sounded. She actually hated the thing, it was hard and annoying, and it was the first thing that she didn’t excel at.
She grabbed her keys and her wallet off the table in the room and headed out. She knew she shouldn’t disturb him at work, but she really didn’t know where else to go, she didn’t know where he lived, and her tattoo did need a touch up, hopefully he wouldn’t freak and send her on her way, and would take a walk in. She sat outside the tattoo shop for a minute, waiting, debating whether or not to just go to the airport and head back to Dallas, but she hated Dallas, she hated the way no one there liked each other, Carmel was more her style, though she had never seen herself in California. She sighed heavily, even though no one could hear her. She shot Matt, her trainer a text, asking for his wish of luck, even if it wouldn’t help. Her hands started to shake as she drew closer to the shop, she rubbed them together trying to steady them, but she failed. She walked in and looked around, taking in everything she could, before she was forced to leave. She knew Maddox was a private person, and she hoped she wasn’t stepping too many boundaries. |
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Post by MADDOX THOMAS RILEY. on Sept 1, 2012 22:30:17 GMT -5
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maddox sat in the back of the shop, feet propped up on a table. there was a tv in front of him and a bottled soda in his hands. it would be a beer, but, on the off chance someone showed up, he didn't want to be drinking a beer. it's like, you wouldn't want your surgeon drinking before they operated on you, would you? it was the middle of the week, so it was kind of slow. a lot of their business came from people wanting to get an impulse tattoo. they try and advise people away from it, but who are they to deny business? and most of the time, they manage to make the work so gorgeous that it's hard for them to regret their decision. at least, that's what they like to think. they get a lot of people wanting piercings, too. it's california, people want to go to the beach and show off their cute belly button rings or whatever, so they obliged. personally, maddox didn't pierce. he was licensed to do it, he owned the place, he had to know how to do everything, but he didn't enjoy doing it, really. if there was no one else around, he would, but he liked doing the art.
owning this place and being here was the closest maddox had ever been to happy. here, he was his own person, he didn't have bad memories haunting him, he could just be himself and be free of his past. although, plenty of it road around in his heart and his mind, reminding him of what he'd gone through. it was easier to deal with it here, when there was no family remembering the day you'd beat the shit out of your step father, or no friends, giving you the look of sympathy everytime they saw you, remembering that you'd lost the one woman that meant the world to you. here, no one knew any of that, and he liked to keep it that way if possible. he took a few more sips of his soda and rested his head on the back of the sofa. he liked the break room he'd made here. it was comfortable and actually a break room. the place had been a bit of a mess before he'd taken over, and he was proud of somethng he'd done. well, that was a first.
his receptionist had gone out to lunch, he was pretty sure, so when the bell sounded in the break room, letting whatever employ was back here know that someone had entered. he sighed and hopped up out of his couch, setting his soda down on the coffee table. he opened the door that led to the back of the store. he made his way to the front, past both doors to private rooms and public stations, and he saw his customer standing in the door way, looking nervous and timid. maddox had a smile on his face, hands in his pocket, ready to meet the hopeful, until he got close enough. he stopped short and his face fell, recognizing the girlish figure in the door way. he sighed and slouched into his form a bit. "jamie, what are you doing here?" was all he could manage to say. he and his sister had never been that close. she was the good child, and he was the one that beat the shit out of her father and her mother's husband. although she was much younger, and shorter, he sort of lived in her shadow. not that he recognized that shadow at all, it was one that only other people could see. he was ignorant to it, he didn't believe the girl cast a shadow on him at all, he lived in his own world and he liked it that way. however, other people didn't quite see it that way. they thought he was partly so troubled becuase she out shined him in every way. that was the outside looking in, though.
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Post by JAMIE RENEE LINCOLN. on Sept 5, 2012 13:04:26 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are The flight to Caramel wasn’t much for Jamie, since she went to college in California, and she was used to the journey, but the meaning behind the travel had been different, and so her experience had been changed also. It had helped that she had her best friend with her, but there was only so much he could do, and calming her nerves wasn’t one of them. She sat in silence on the plane ride, trying to decide if she had really thought this through. She had always aspired to be more like her brother, in the artistic side, not the aggressive side, but she had never showed it, so he didn’t really know. She knew it would freak him out that she was just going to show up without a warning, or asking. But still she was on her way, with no turning back.
She had been in town only for a couple days, staying at the hotel close by. Her trainer had found an apartment before the move, and searched for a place they could practice on a regular basis, but other than that she was on her own. She had her truck flown down, it was her baby, there was no way she was going anywhere without it, but it had taken a full day to get here, so really she had just been sitting in her hotel room, trying to figure out the best place to ambush her brother. Finally she decided work was her only option, and during the week in order to avoid drunk, spontaneous, weekend crowds. That, and she needed her wrists touched up.
As she stood in front of her brother awkwardly, twisting her body back and forth she touched her wrists. She looked down at them, avoiding looking at her brother as he walked in. Trials [/i] was on her left wrist and Tribulations[/i] was on her right in a pretty font she didn’t know the name of, or care to know. She got it right after her eighteenth birthday, to remind her that bad things don’t define you, they help you grow. She smiled shyly at her brother, an apologetic look took over her face after seeing his. She shrugged a little. “I needed my tattoo’s touched up.” She offered him lamely, not ready to tell him the real reason she was here was him. He would know she wasn’t telling the truth, or being completely honest. He knew she hated Dallas, had hated home since she was old to go to school and be away from it; he knew that she had worked hard and graduated early so she could go to school far away, and her escape had been California, had been Stanford. He would know that she would easily choose somewhere she knew people, rather than Carmel. He would also know that she wasn’t in here for her tattoo, and that something was going on with her, but he probably wouldn’t ask, and she wouldn’t offer anything. She wasn’t even sure they would really exchange much conversation while she got her faded words re-inked. She was sorry he hadn’t wanted to see her, but she had been expecting it, knowing he came here to get away from the family, not have the family follow him, especially the little puppy of a sister he couldn’t get away from. [/div] [/center] |
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