oh how cliche *
May 11, 2010 20:01:08 GMT -5
Post by hannah2 on May 11, 2010 20:01:08 GMT -5
new romance is becoming
SATURATED IN OUR EYES OH HOW CLICHE IT IS TO SING[/color][/center]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/font]The park would be considered one of the strangest places to find Alana Sherlock. Usually, getting her hands dirty wasn't one of her favorite things to do, and being in the park usually required that. But on this particular Saturday afternoon, the weather seemed to be calling to her. Although she would seem to be a rather manicured bitch, and there were times she lived up to it, she enjoyed nature as much as the next person when the conditions were ideal. That didn't mean she was ready to go jump in a lake for a bath and sleep in a tent, though. She'd been leading a rather solitary life as of late, especially after she left New York from filming. She'd spent a solid chunk of her time there with Bryce, and of course he was still filming. Why didn't she stay? There could have been hundreds of ideas floating around Alana's head, but not one seemed to protrude any more than another. Sure her father was back here, and New York was closer to her mother, and she really did like Bryce.. but in the end, she belonged in California. And in the end, Bryce was a producer and she was a worthless actress, really only good for filling in the spots no one else wanted. She was alright with it in the end, though. She did enjoy acting and that was all that mattered, right? No. Not to Alana. She wanted the world and it was just out of her reach. However, as she walked among the many people just like her in the park, she became more humble than she could ever recall being since her move from Georgia.
Lana crossed her arms over her chest, peering around curiously. Off to her side a couple of kids were playing in the grass, somewhere around five years old. Okay, maybe they were cute, but Alana never envisioned herself having a family in the future, basically because she was apparently a huge turn off to guys. They always got rather frustrated with her, simply because she would tease the living shit out of them and then not give it to them. Girls always called her a whore, but she really wasn't. She was still a virgin, not exactly by her own choice, but that was the sad reality of the situation. She'd been telling herself to just give it up for a while, but once the circumstances demanded it she always backed out. She wanted that sexy temptress image so badly, but it was always ruined when she grabbed her clothes and left. She knew it was cruel, but had no control over it in the long run. She tugged down at the edge of her baggy, gray shirt, just walking along the path letting her mind wander. It inevitably came to rest on her obsession with Bryce, and getting him to want her but it seemed impossible. Maybe she should just give up.. but Alana didn't give up. It wasn't her style. She liked chasing after things, then making them chase her. He just wasn't catching onto the trend though, and it was extremely discouraging.
She sighed, her green eyes settling onto an old couple on a bench. She gritted her teeth. Was the universe trying to taunt her? Probably. She dug her hands into the pockets of her jean shorts, her walking slowing as she moved away from most of the people. She moved toward the trees, the grass hitting the sides of her feet flirtatiously, reminding her that she was indeed alive and aware. There were times she felt like a recording, not really alive but able to respond and interact. And although she didn't exactly enjoy being nature in all insect-wonderfulness, it was helpful to do every now and then. She leaned against a tree, sliding down to sit comfortably at the base of it. The tree wasn't very wide or comfortable, but would do enough to lean against. She crossed her legs indian style, folding her hands into her lap. She stared downward at them, wondering what to do with herself. She was bored now, and never really knew how to cure it. She couldn't go out to clubs constantly.. She'd probably become an alcoholic. Maybe a trip to the park every now and then would be good for her.. In her deep thought, she failed to notice a medium-sized dog bounding toward her, its intentions clear as it didn't slow, but jumped into her lap and started licking her face. She squealed at first, unknowing of her attacker. At the warm tongue on her face, she shriveled and tried to escape, but the dog was persistent. She eventually started laughing, wondering who the hell this dog belonged to.
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NOTES --- someone snag this, yo.