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Post by David Samson on Sept 10, 2013 16:13:29 GMT -5
He couldn't forget the day it happened. Twelve years ago, the country he lived in was attacked, so many people died. He remembered sitting on the couch with his parents, tears in all of their eyes, as they watched in horror as the world trade center collapsed in on itself. Then the Pentagon, then Pennsylvania. The image still burned in his mind, the planes hitting, towers collapsing, screams of sadness and terror both loud enough to hear and those silenced before anybody knew.
He had to admit it was part of the reason he wanted to travel to New York. And now there he stood, over a decade later, standing at the memorial built for those who died. He walked around the memory pool, reading the names of those on the plaque that circled the entire pool. His fingers trailed over the letters, the metal cold against his touch. He heard how people lost their friends and family and couldn't help but be thankful for those that survived, but his heart went out every year to those that died and those that were never found. More so today as he walked around the area, looking at his next destination he planned on visiting. The World Trade Center Memorial Museum.
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Post by Stella Booth on Sept 15, 2013 12:46:20 GMT -5
Stella walked around the town in bright green leggings that screamed look at my but, she had a black tank top on that had holes that looked like they were supost to be there so you could see she had a matching green bra on as well her hair was Green and Blue right now and tied into a pig tails.
She walked around the city board as normal when she saw someone standing at that 9/11 shit thing she didn't care much for this holiday at all she was like what 7 when it happened all she really remembered form the date was her parents were crying then got mad at her for not being sad about it, She didn't know anyone who was in that tower and as much as people were like o there were good people in there tere was also bad people at lest how the world looked at bad people, people who cheated on there wife's , people who hit there kids.
She walked up to were the guy was standing watched him figuring out based on how fast he was going that his finger would be in one spot in a few seconds she quickly sat down and waited for him to run into her as she had a smile on her face.
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Post by David Samson on Sept 15, 2013 16:15:38 GMT -5
He continued to look at the names before he saw that some of the names were blocked off by green leggings. He gave the leggings a curious look, following them up to the black tank top that covered a green bra, poorly he might add. Then up to meet the eyes of the young girl that seemed to be smiling at him. He looked at her for a bit, studying her as he did. The way she seemed multi-colored seemed almost artistic. He really didn't know what to say to her, so he just smiled.
"Hi. Nice day out today huh?"
What else could he say to her? He wasn't sure what to make of her outfit, other that if her parents knew they'd either have a heart attack or forbid her to go outside until she put something decent on. Then again he was still a newbie in New York, so maybe this was the way New Yorkers dressed? He'd seen a lot of different styles of clothing so who knows whether or not the way she dressed was normal. Besides, nobody else around them seemed to give her an odd look, other than those dressed in suits, but he never paid those types any mind.
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Post by Stella Booth on Sept 16, 2013 18:48:02 GMT -5
Stella had a huge smile on her face as his eyes moved up her body and finally meet hers it seemed like he was trying to figure it out good luck to him she wasn't just some normal 18 year old who had some dead end job maybe went to school she was Stella Booth the one and only. she crossed her legs abit and smiled fulltering her eyes a bit.
"yea it is a nice day, what is a boy like you doing here by your self like that a guy like you normally has a girl on your arm and isn't in such a lame place as this .... come on i beat you rather be at a party or something" Stella giggled a bit as she smiled at him making her self comfortable on the plack clear she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
And maybe the only reason she wasn't getting odd looks today expect form the stiffs in the suits was in this area there was only torrest or homeless people and all the homeless people already new her and how she didnt sleep on the streets every night like they did.
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Post by David Samson on Sept 25, 2013 16:43:37 GMT -5
Her smile grew, which only made him more confused. When she began to speak, he couldn't help but smile at her suggestions. Though it wavered a bit when she called the place boring. This wasn't just some boring place to him, it was a place full of history. He didn't bother pressing the issue though, just let her go about her way of thinking. He laughed a little though when she said that he should be at a party or having a girl on his arm.
"Sorry but no. I don't know any parties and I don't have a girl to hang on my arm."
He couldn't help but picture a girl hanging on his arm. That made him cringe a little. He'd rather just have a girl walking by him and holding his hand, not hanging on his arm like she was afraid she'd lose him if he let go. He shuddered at the thought a bit, but made it seem like it was due to the cold weather.
"What about you? If this is such a boring place, why are you here?"
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Post by Stella Booth on Sept 28, 2013 16:26:22 GMT -5
Stella giggled when he said that he didn't have a girl or know of any party's lean forward a bit with a huge smile on her face "hun i am a girl i can hang on your arm for a night if you want and i know of all the best party in the area"
she watched his body language a little bit she didn't know why he had shived a bit but it was a bit chilly so it could of been that. she tilted her head a bit when he said why she was there and almost laughed a bit.
"im hear because your hear i saw you from a cross the filed and said nope a guy like that shouldn't be just hanging around this old piece of junk there so much more fun he can be having if you get what i mean"
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Post by David Samson on Sept 28, 2013 20:35:45 GMT -5
Now she was starting to weird him out. Was she looking for a party or something else entirely. When she called the monument junk, that's when he lost all interest in her. Something this memorable being called just mere junk? So many people died that day, how can she sit there and call something that was erected in memory of the things that happened that day junk.
"Sorry, but I like being on my own sometimes. Having girls hang from my arm makes me lose my balance."
He turned and started to walk towards the memorial museum, looking at the glass casing that held two pitchforks that once were part of new york's history, but were not just part of a historical memory. He wondered what it would be like to step between those pillars, going to work on a daily basis, never knowing that one day your trip into the world trade center was going to be your last. He stood at the entrance of the museum, looking up at the pillars. They towered over him like giants guarding the gate to the city's memories. He stood there and just looked at the monuments, partly wanting to just stand there a moment, and partly wanting to go in and see what else it held.
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Post by Stella Booth on Oct 3, 2013 22:11:20 GMT -5
Stella frowned and crossed her arms when the guy just blew her off like that who did he think he was just totally being rude what a dick. She watched for a moment debateing about just killing the guy now and then walking to who ever she found next but decided to give the guy a second chance.
She stood up and fallowed him her arms behind her back as she fallowed him like a little puppy dog her bright eyes watching him "you know i dont need to hang on the arm just hold a hand, even just watch next to and in a big city like this its not good to be by your self all the time you need some friends and i can be a very good friend in more then one way" She skipped a bit tell she was right next to him steching a bit, "come on we can go and do what ever you want im board! so we should hang out size its not like a bite....to hard" she giggled.
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Post by David Samson on Oct 17, 2013 19:59:24 GMT -5
He was just about to enter when he heard her talking again. He rolled his eyes before she even got to his side, then looked at her as she spoke to him. She had a point though, being a new guy in a big city wasn't the best idea anybody could have. He turned and looked her her, seeing the way she looked at him. He couldn't help but find it cute, and a bit funny.
"Ok, you got a point. Maybe it's not a good idea to be by myself, and I guess I could always use a friend."
Even a multicolored, weirdly dressed friend, but who's judging, he thought to himself. Giving her another look over, he extended his hand. He wasn't sure whether she'd grab his hand and cling to it, or just shake it like any normal person. When she said that she doesn't bite hard, he didn't know whether to be interested or a little cautious about what's going to be coming next.
"My name's David. My friends call me Dave." he gave small "hmph" to himself, "At least they would if I had any friends. What's yours?"
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Post by Stella Booth on Oct 30, 2013 13:35:04 GMT -5
Stella gave a big grin when he caved in the back of her head she was just thinking got ya. She grabbed his hand and slipped her fingers in between his "I'm Stella, and that's what my friends call me all the time well i guess thats not its not true I've been called other things as well....but I just go by stella, nice to meet you Dave"
she gave a wicked smile as she swung her arm back and forth slightly his hand still in twine with her "soo..dave....what do you want to do with me im open to mist anything" she giggled she didnt no what to look to in this guy he didnt have any friend's or so he said but why was he shy was he mean well she could take care of mean easy just took imploding that small thing called a heart inside of him
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Post by David Samson on Nov 21, 2013 1:14:58 GMT -5
He was already beginning to regret letting her tag along. He started to understand how those characters in the movies were like when they had that little side character tagging along. He wanted to tell her that he changed his mind, but in a public place it would be a bad idea. He didn't want to seem like an ass to the first person he met around the trade center. But he suddenly began to feel more than a little akward when she asked what he wanted to do with her. What exactly did she mean by that?
"I don't know." he said with a shrug, "We just met and I'm new to the city, so I'm not really sure what I'd do with you. Do you know the city well?"
He couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should've just stuck with David. Dave seems more like a child's name, or some kind of high class, white collared worker that had a cushy office job in a high rise somewhere. As they walked through the museum, he couldn't help but notice how silent it was in there. Like everybody could feel what went on inside, and nobody wanted to comment on it and instead just reflect. He couldn't argue with that idea.
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Post by Stella Booth on Nov 21, 2013 14:46:39 GMT -5
Stella laughed a little when he said he didn't know what to do with her, had this guy grown up in a box and didn't know when a girl was hitting on him he had to be from Idaho or something like that were there wasn't any big clubs a very lame place kind of like were she grew up but she figured out fast what the real world was like.
"Yea i know this city i do move a lot but i like this city it never sleeps like vagas we should go to vagas sounds fun doesn't it your older then 21 you can buy me drinks and now that im 18 i am legle so you dont have to worry about that"
She held his hand smiling brightly as they walked threw the museum she didn't like how quit it was people looked all to stiffed and people seemed pissed when ever she make a loader sound then a peep. She ran up to a painting of a women who looked like she had just killed a city of people "O my that so cool i love the look in her face you can tell he really pissed her off but i dont think the artiest has ever seen a head off of someone look at the neck...the cords are in the wrong spot that and she seemed to just want to put blood anywere she didnt know what it looked like that shouldnt be that bloody unless she killed 2 other people"
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