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Post by *Violet Storm on Jun 3, 2010 17:37:10 GMT -6
Violet sat in the back of her mint green VW bus, a gift from her grandparents. She didn't care for her current class, so instead she lay in the converted back of the bus listening to the music softly emanating from the speakers placed strategically about the bus. She wondered if anyone else knew how easy it was to sneak out through the gym doors and into the student parking lot. Most people knew that if she was not in class then she was out here, but no one ever told. Then again, no one ever joined her either. She sighed softly and laced her fingers behind her head, looking up at the ceiling which was covered in Polaroid pictures dating from 60's to now. The whole bus had a faint smokey smell, but it was not at all unpleasant. The floor was shag carpet and strewn with pillows of all shapes and sizes. Oddities and band memorabilia lined the walls, and the rear-view mirror was hung with a tangle of assorted necklaces and other things. It was a lovely little van, and Violet could even live in it for a few days as there were assorted snacks hidden everywhere as emergency munchie material. She considered lighting up, but it wasn't as fun without people, so she relaxed with a sigh and let the music wash over her. Closing her eyes, she imagined scenarios in which she was friends with various people. A soft smile played at her lips as she let her mind stray away from reality.
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 4, 2010 11:17:03 GMT -6
Vincent had decided that gym today wasn't worth the bother and humiliation the other students, mostly the jocks, brought upon him. The previous class, most the jocks with sawdust in their heads had made snide remarks about his sexuality and and had generally bothered him all class, pushing and shoving him down in the locker room. One little bastard had went as far as to put a bag of something smelling quite awful in his locker. So today, Vincent decided he wouldn't deal with it at all. And he had magicked all the boys that troubled him lockers shut.
"That'll teach them," Vincent murmured to himself with a coy smile as he made his way out the gym doors. He found himself in the student parking lot, looking around. He wasn't sure where to go or what to do now. He noticed, oddly enough, a large green vintage bus. Curiosity getting the better of him, he made his way towards it. Upon approaching it, he noticed movement inside and someone laying down. He walked quietly up to the door and knocked.
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Post by *Violet Storm on Jun 7, 2010 16:36:33 GMT -6
Violet sat up as she heard a knock on the door of her van. She looked out the window of the front passenger seat and saw it was one of her fellow students, and she was fairly certain he was gay, not that it mattered to her. He was of average hight, with just a hint of femininity to his look. She was pretty sure his name was Vinny or something like that, but she didn't know him very well. She opened one of the middle doors so she could talk to him. "Hello...Can I help you?" She said with a smile.
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 7, 2010 17:18:54 GMT -6
Vincent leaned to the side to see the girls head sticking out the door. He noticed and recognized her short black hair and warm face. He'd seen her before in the lunch room and hallways before, wandering from place to place and promoting stops to war and different things.
Vincent smiled at her. "Hey, I just noticed your van and thought I'd come check it out." Vincent ran his fingers along it as he walked up to the door where the girl was. He looked at the inside and gave a little smile. "It's really cool. What are you doing in here? Free block?" Vincent was curious as to why the girl was sitting out here by herself. Remembering his manners, Vincent said, "I'm Vincent." He held his hand out to her. " "Mind if I join you?"
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Post by *Violet Storm on Jun 7, 2010 19:06:52 GMT -6
Violet smiled. "I'm skipping." She grasped his hand and pulled him into the van saying with a grin. "Climb aboard the Shag Wagon!" She laughed and sat atop a large purple pillow. She gestured about her to the large assortment of pillows, indicating that he may sit on any one of them. "Take your pick. They're all pretty comfy." Smiling, she watched him take in the strange and random sights, sounds, and smells of her beloved bus. As he did this she pulled out a Polaroid camera and snapped a picture of him. When it printed out she hung it on the ceiling among the others. "That's a good one" She said. "So...What brings you to the Love Bus on this fine day?" She asked, turning to the side and picking up a bag of vegan friendly baked chips.
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 8, 2010 17:05:50 GMT -6
Vincent laughed with the girl and crawled over to a large orange pillow and climbed on top of it, bringing his legs up to his chest as a flash erupted in the van. Blinking, Vincent tried to clear his vision and smiled, slightly unsure of himself. "Well I'm glad then." And he brought his head down onto his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs.
"I didn't feel like going to gym class today," Vincent said with a shrug of his shoulders. He made sure to make his point vague but direct on his skipping."What about you? Why aren't you in class?"Vincent let his vision move back up to the ceiling to take in the photos, some sepia and faded while others seemed newer.
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Post by *Violet Storm on Jun 12, 2010 22:27:01 GMT -6
Violet giggled at the expression on the boy's face. "Surprise pictures always turn out so well. Because you have no time to pose or react, it's just a snapshot of you how you always are. They really have personality" She smiled up at the pictures on the ceiling. "Pictures can tell you so much." She smiled contentedly up at the pictures. Each one told it's own story. They were all beautiful in their own way, you just had to look for it. Just like people, but that beauty was often harder to find.
She looked at him and nodded. She figured he didn't want to talk about why he was skipping. His face said it all. "That's sort of why I don't want to go. That and I'm very widely ridiculed." She sighed. "I just wish people could just open their minds and accept others for who they are. Everyone makes fun of hippies, but they don't understand them."
She looked up at the picture of him. His face was like an open book. It had to be his eyes. No matter what he tried to hide it always shone through his eyes...if you were looking. "Did you know that you have very expressive eyes?" Tilting her head she looked at the boy. He looked like he needed a little pick-me-up. After looking at him for a little while longer she asked "Are you cool?"
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 12, 2010 22:39:26 GMT -6
Vincent nodded at the girl. "I suppose you're right. I never understood why they tell people to say 'cheese' but they say it makes it look like you're smiling." Vincent shrugged. "Some people just have natural insanity."
Vincent let one of his hands fun over the shag carpet and feel it. With a little smile hidden behind his knees, Vincent slipped his flip flops off to feel the carpet against his feet. "Is this okay? If I take my shoes off?" Vincent listened to the girl talking and nodded. "I don't think anyone should be ridiculed. Everyone's different, let them be." Vincents voice was small but traveled."The world would be a lot better if everyone opened their minds. We'd all progress."
Vincent moved his chin up to the top of his knees and gave a little smile." I didn't think my eyes were very deep or expressive. I mean, their just MY eyes. Nothing special." Vincent shrugged again and titled his head slightly. "Am I...cool? Like, jock cool or what?"
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Post by *Violet Storm on Jun 12, 2010 23:18:25 GMT -6
Violet smiled "I agree. Whenever someone says that, I say in in a different language, like queso or fromage." She laughed. "Now there you are right."
She shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. Pretty much anything goes on the love bus." She pointed to her own bare feet with a sly smile, digging into the carpet with her toes. "But I definitely know the urge."
Looking at him she said. "I think I like you. You have a good mind. The way you think is very cool. And I totally agree with it."
She smiled warmly. "They're lovely. I'm very good at giving strange compliments. My view of the world allows me to see beauty in others that they never even knew existed. I always try to do that. No matter how much I dislike someone, I find one physical and one personal feature that I find beautiful." She tilted her head and stared off into space for a moment, before shaking her head and returning to the present.
She snorted. "Nah man. Not like that." She looked at him again. "I'm a pretty good judge of stuff like this." She reached into a hidden compartment and pulled out a bag of skillfully rolled joints. She smiled and looked up at him before opening the bag. "So...you cool?"
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 13, 2010 23:30:18 GMT -6
Vincent smiled at Vi. "Well thank you. I like you, too. Minds are good things, and it's always good to like someones. You never know what you might learn."
Vincent nodded. "Oh yeah, beauty is all around us, in everything. You just need to find it." Vincent intertwined his fingers together against his legs, long white sticks resembling a damn.
Vincent rolled his eyes but couldn't keep back the smile. "And speaking of beauty, it looks like you're helping make it more obvious." Vincent moved his body and crawled over to Vi, crouching down beside her. "I do, but not often. Mostly when I feel like deep thinking or need inspiration." Vincent shrugged his shoulders, excitement rising in him.
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