I'm on my Way -Izobell-

[ROSCOE SHIA DARBY]

HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MAN
SITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LAND
MAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY

Roscoe walked through the quad at Conley for no reason whatsoever. He was walking, walking and walking and walking. He had no class to be at today and all his homework was completed. So he walked, and walking was nice on a day like this. The sun not to high, after lunch, the temperature was in the hundreds today, and the wind was just right. Now if only there was a way that Arizona could make every day like this then that would be very pleasant.

Roscoe yawned as he walked, pressing the tip of his knuckles to his top row of teeth. He'd stayed up late last night watching a movie over in Sundance, some scary movie called 'Insidious' or something. It was all right, the only thing that really got to him was the music and the way things kept popping up. Like that freaky face, ugh. But Paranormal Activity had been scarier because of the reality factor, this was just the same theme with a different way of filming.

Roscoe paused by a bench, debating whether he should keep on walking or just lay down. If he kept walking, he could probably get back to his dorm and sleep in his bed. But then again his roommate might be there and he's usually loud... so sleep on the bench, or go back to the soft bed and the loud roommate? Roscoe lay down on the bench, pulling the headphones around his neck to his ears. A little sleep would be nice, but music could put him to bed in ten minutes while just laying there kept him awake for about forty five minutes. A little bit of the beatles sounded about right for now. Turning on his ipod, Roscoe let the sounds of John Lennon and Paul McCartney fill his head.

tagging izobell
words 304
lyrics nowhere man by THE BEATLES
notes First post of the site
credits this was made by PARTY POISON

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[IZOBELL NICOLETTE YULE]

Izobell was preparing, preparing for what she didn't know. Her father had woken her up, early at that, in the morning, told her to get dressed, and promptly dropped her off on the University Campus, telling her he'd be back at four to pick her up, and it was only eleven. She just sighed, and thanked the heavens she wore shorts instead of the original skinny jeans she'd thought of throwing on from the floor, along with thanking herself for shaving the night before, or today would have been a prickly day. After yawning softly, she rubbed her fist against her cheek, eyes half closed, she stayed up half the night reading manga's and painting her nails, and she had only slept for two hours, because her father felt the need to prepare her for college.

After wandering for twenty minutes, she chose to seat herself in the grass under a tree, and yanking her small ipod from her pocket, a blue ipod shuffle, the cheapest one that her dad could buy, she popped the ear buds enter her ears and turned it on, the loud songs of Framing Hanley and soft melodies of Kelly Clarkson fill her ears. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the tree behind her, and let her mind wonder. A mere ten minutes later she was jolted from peaceful oblivion as a frisbee smacked right into her temple, and as she jolted sideways, she fell on her side. Izobell blinked, and pausing her ipod, sat up, rubbing her stinging temple, a tall male ran up, and once he received his frisbee, just ran off again, with out seeing a word, leaving her speechless.

Huffing, she stood up, dusting her legs and bottom off, she continued her journey of the campus. Walking slowly, Izobell began to enter the Quad. Her ipod was now turned back on, her temple still sore, and her knee's itched from the grass she had sat on. She sighed, and glancing around, spotted a figure on a bench. She couldn't help but stop and have a glance at some strange male laying down on a bench in the middle of the day. Approaching, she stopped right by the bench, and leaning over, she quickly paused the music invading her ears, and scrunching up her nose, she brought her finger up, with its shiny black nails, and poked the strange male in the cheek twice, then one more time for good measure.

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[ROSCOE SHIA DARBY]

HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MAN
SITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LAND
MAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY

For some reason, the gods didn't want Roscoe to sleep. Why? No idea, but all Roscoe could focus on was the way he could hear the damn birds chirping through his music, the way he could see the sun behind his eye lids, the way the sun made the back of his eye lids glow some freakish red colour. It was bugging Roscoe.

Speaking of bugs, it felt like one was crawling on his ankle. Probably a cicada or something, maybe a spider. Lord knew what all creatures there were in Arizona. Especially around Tree Haven and Sundance. But that didn't bother Roscoe at all. He just kept the bug there and tried to go to sleep. But that didn't stop that annoying red
color from flooding the backs of his eyelids.

Because of his headphones Roscoe hadn't heard anybody walk up. But the lack of suncaused color had disappeared, and Roscoe welcomed the change. He thought it was a cloud passing in front of the sun, that is, until he felt something poke his cheek once- no twice.

Three times it took for Roscoe to finally reach up and swat away whatever it was, all without opening his eyes. He thought it was some bug or something, until his hand smacked lightly against another hand. Roscoe pealed open his brown eyes, looking up to see a blonde girl looking down at him. She looked around his age, so what was she doing here? The only people around his age who should be here are kids taking college tours, and there weren't any today. If there were he would most definitely be inside by now. Roscoe said nothing, just stared up at the girl with a blank expression.

"Can I help you?" he asked. He really didn't want to hand around kids his age, they were all sorts of weird. Especially this one, her hair had to stand at least a half a foot from her head. How much hair spray did it take to get a person's hair like that?? Especially a girl who had so much hair. He was already planning ways to escape, to get away from this person before she found out he was that weird genius kid.

tagging izobell
words 372
lyrics nowhere man by THE BEATLES
notes Lalala
credits this was made by PARTY POISON

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