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Post by Neal C. Obain on Dec 29, 2009 11:52:45 GMT -8
Neal sat on a small ledge in the museum. He was writing new lyrics, and he knew the museum had to be a quiet, calm place. He was right, almost nobody was there. The lyrics were flowing freely from the pen that he had, until suddenly- The pen ran out of ink. No matter, he pulled out another one. But now he had writer's block. He couldn't write anything. He put his lyrics in his back pocket and started walking out the door, until he bumped into somebody. "Oh, uh, sorry." He said. |
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Post by Melina Love on Dec 29, 2009 12:46:34 GMT -8
Melina was new to the city, and decided to take a tour around. She was truly happy to start her new career and take her first steps into the real world. Here she had to fend for herself without mommy and daddy to bail her out, that thought both excited and scared her. Melina thought of no better place to start her tour than the museum. It was a great start to a great day. Upon entering she bumped into someone she smiled as he sweetly apologized.
"Don't worry about it, I should start paying attention. My names Melina by the way"
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Post by Neal C. Obain on Dec 29, 2009 13:25:11 GMT -8
"I'm, uh, Neal..Neal Obain." He said nervously. She was, well, hot! He felt aa bit embarassed to have bumped into her, but she seemed nice enough. He was wearing his Beatles hoodie, which was a bit big on him, though he didn't mind. he wore a t-shirt underneath it, the logo on it mentioning Kurt Cobain's wife, who many suspected killed Kurt Cobain. Some people thought Neal looked like a drug dealer with his hoodie and ice blue eyes, but he didn't do drugs or sell them anymore. He used to be into heroin, weed, and pills. Now he was just a smoker. he had a carton of cigarettes in the back pocket of his jeans as well, but he only had a couple left. Outfit: hoodie: clickJeans and shoes: clickT-shirt: click |
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Post by Melina Love on Dec 29, 2009 13:36:48 GMT -8
Melina smiled sweetly at the boy, he seemed pretty nice, although he did look a little mysterious but she thought it suited him. Upon further inspection she noticed he was wearing a Beetles hoodie. He must be into music she thought, being a music minor she often knew when people were into music or not. The boy did seem to be a bit nervous around her, then again most guys were.
"Well I was just about to take a look around the museum and tour the city. I could use some company if you would like to join me?"
She asked him.
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Post by Neal C. Obain on Dec 29, 2009 13:45:42 GMT -8
"Uh, yeah, I guess." He said. "So, uh, are you new here?" He asked her. She didn't look the type to be wandering around the museum, of all places. Then again, he didn't seem the type either. It was about 9:00 in the morning, and the museum was still empty and cold. The exhibits ranged from everything to the beginning of the phone to the second world war. Neal hardly payed attention to the exhibits, however. Whenever he came here, he only wrote lyrics and music to them.
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Post by Melina Love on Dec 29, 2009 13:54:01 GMT -8
For some odd reason Melina was happy he agreed, although the museum was hardly her place. She wondered if he would like to go get breakfast. I hope so, she thought because she couldn't take a tour without eating. She couldn't help but smile, he was such a interesting person, without even trying.
Well the museum isn't really my cup of tea, so I was wondering how about we go get a bite to eat? It would be a great start to our wonderful day.
Melina said happy and gingerly. She just hoped he would want to join her.
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Post by Neal C. Obain on Dec 30, 2009 9:36:49 GMT -8
"Uh, sure. We'll have to take a cab, though, because my car got towed." He explained. It really made him mad when he was at his apartment this morning. He walked outside, only to see his car getting towed for being in the wrong spot. The rain was coming down in a heavy downpour now, and people were rushing around with newspapers above their head so they wouldn't get rained on. They would need to get a cab fast if they were going to get anywhere dry. He wondered where they would go.
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Post by Melina Love on Dec 30, 2009 9:44:47 GMT -8
Melina was glad that he agreed to go, for some reason she craved his company. She usually didn't talk to people like him but for some reason, she felt like being with him. She heard as he told her about his car, they could just take her car she thought.
We can just take my car!
She said leading him outside towards her brand new car, her parents had gotten her for graduation. Melina did not know why she was so willing to travel with a complete stranger but for some reason she felt face with him. She knew he would not hurt her in anyway.
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