Post by jules on Oct 15, 2009 20:56:06 GMT -5
Juliet’s hair whipped around her face, blowing behind her and around her. The wind was blowing at a decent speed, which made her perfectly happy. She loved the wind, the feeling of cold it gave off, the way the trees swayed back and forth, it was amazing. The sun was barely visible behind the numerous trees and building tops, not to mention the clouds that were hovering overhead. It looked and smelled like it was about to rain, her favorite smell accompanied by that eerie feeling sent shivers down her spine.
Her jeans and converse complimented her grey trench coat, along with free flowing hair. Yes, she would’ve done something different, trying to switch up her routine even the slightest bit, but that hope was shot down when she first woke up this morning. The song changed along with her pace. It was like the music was connected to her feet, switching speeds at somewhat random moments. People around her must’ve thought she was crazy, oh well. It was their loss, not hers.
She kept walking until she noticed she was looking at the same thing for the second time. Was she lost? No.
She had lived in New York for so long she knew it like the back of her hand. She knew exactly where she was and exactly where to go if she wanted to go home. But she didn’t want to go home, and she didn’t have anywhere she needed to be. Wandering was best for the heart, no? She took a turn down an alleyway, leading to a street that would bring her to central park.
Her silver rings made the light beams that came from the street lamps reflect off and bounce back in her eyes. She shoved her hands in her pockets and continued down the alleyway. She was one of the few that actually knew what was lurking in the dark, and was deathly afraid of it. She entered back out onto the street and continued down the way she came, fidgeting with her cigarettes in her pocket. A habit of hers that she wasn’t so willing to break.
She took out the box and selected one of the nicotine filled sticks and shoved the rest back into her pocket. She placed it in the corner of her mouth while taking out her blue lighter from her other pocket, lit it, and placed it back in while taking a drag. The first ones were always the worst. The song changed to one of her favorites, The Fight Song by Marilyn Manson. She smirked slightly at her pre-selected music interest and took another drag, filling her lungs with smoke and exhaling towards the sky.
She continued down her way and strutted herself into the park, following down the pre-paved pathways. Numerous children and families were only now exiting the park, it didn’t surprise her. She took one final drag off of her cigarette and threw it on the pavement, crushing it between her rubber soled shoe. Her hands made their way back into her pockets and her gaze to nothing at all.
She was suddenly met, face to chest with someone that was almost twice her height. She stepped back first, feeling idiotic as always and stuttered to finish off the act, “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” The man nodded in an acceptance and maneuvered around her, back on the path that he was originally headed as she did the same.
About five minutes into the park there were an array of benches in lines, accompanied by a fountain at the very end of the line up. She remembered going here when she first moved here. She would always sit and watch the musicians play their instruments, hoping to learn faster that way. She wandered down the line, looking as couples were sitting on a few benches, along with business men quickly catching up on a last minute repot.
She finally came across a guitarist that was performing just like she remembered. She smirked slightly and sat down on a bench across from him, watching as his fingers plucked out a familiar tune. His hands stopped strumming and she clapped, while people around just looked at her like she had three heads. “That was really good.” She couldn’t help but to comment. He smiled in assurance and took a quick swig of water out of a plastic bottle sitting beside him. “Mind if I try?” He looked up quickly and nodded slightly. “Go ahead.” She stood up and sat beside him as he switched his position and handed her the acoustic guitar. She placed her hand on the neck of the instrument, plucking out an absurd, but unique tune. Hoping that she didn’t sound as terrible as she thought she did.
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