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Post by liam on Mar 5, 2013 21:12:39 GMT -5
 Sitting in his boxers with a bowl of Captain Crunch he was flipping through the Tv in his tiny apartment looking for Saturday Morning Cartoons. For a nineteen year old boy he was still very much a child at heart. His mother often said men never really grew up and this statement seemed to be very much true for Liam Teuiski. He would probably always have a little bit of a child's mind even as he grew further into adulthood. His smile was still very much like a child's and occasionally when something he loved seemed to appear in front of him his eye's would still get that same little twinkle he got when he was just five years old. His family wouldn't ever seem to find this a bad thing it just kept the Teuiski man forever young. It however did not mean he never acted like an adult because sometimes he found himself very much like an adult. Living out on his own, and when it came to his families safety there were moments he would step up and sometimes act a little too much like an adult. He would worry about those bills, worry about his siblings, and worry about those tribal things he would have never even dreamed of worrying about in his elementary years; the easy years.
His fingers were still flicking through the channels when his cereal seemed to have vanished right before his very eyes. It seemed in the midst of looking for an entertaining cartoon like perhaps Recess, SpongeBob, or Rugrats all of his food seemed to somehow end up in his stomach without him even realizing what had just happened. He let out a low growl before flicking off the TV staring at the black screen. Tv was not at all like it used to be when he was a younger kid and Saturday Morning Cartoons were something to look forward to. It seemed now these Cartoons were replaced with news, or info commercials, or just some stupid talk show. His pale fingers made their way into his hair, racking up a mess of his golden locks before his eyes glided over the scene in front of him, his eyes falling onto his guitar. A childish grin crossed his face as he stood up. There was no point wasting away a day on the couch when there were no cartoons to be watched. What better way to spend a Saturday Morning then playing his Guitar in the park? It was a beyond brilliant plan in his eventful mind.
Standing up he walked into his bedroom and picked up a t-shirt on the ground that read in blue print freedom and threw it over his head, before roaming around in his drawer and throwing on some blue jeans over his boxers. Grabbing his guitar from the living room he slung it over his shoulder and started humming a tune as he made his way to the park. Snow was still seeping on the ground but the weather was finally starting to feel like Spring. It sent a small jolt of excitement into the young man's body because spring was his favorite time of year. It was always a good sign when the birds were chirping and the sun was out it meant winter was nearly over. Not that he didn't love winter in its own small way he just preferred it too be winter a little less of the year. A small breeze gently caressed his face when he reached the park with a wide smile on his face.
Sitting upon a water fountain he started to strum his fingers on the guitar and make a tune, people giving him small smiles as they walked by and in return he would smile back. He slowly then started to sing Jason Mraz, I'm yours.
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you will find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate, our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
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Post by laurelpond on Mar 23, 2013 1:13:24 GMT -5
  Rays of golden sunlight shone through the window of Laurel’s room. Finally. The weekend had arrived. Laurel sat up in her bed, letting the soft, jersey knit sheets fall in ripples down around her hips. Laurel looked around her dorm, her eyes making their way to the mirror above her dresser. ’Wow. I look like a mess in the morning…God help the man who ends up with me for the rest of our lives.’ Turning to let her legs dangle off of the side of the bed, Laurel looked out of the window of their dorm. The campus looked nearly empty, it being a Saturday morning. Slowly, Laurel tossed her bedding aside and got out of bed, stretching her arms and shoulders up to the ceiling while walking over to the window. It seemed to be a beautiful day outside; not one to be spent indoors. Laurel opened the window, allowing an influx of amazing fresh air to come into the cramped, stale dorm room. It’s a Saturday, it would be a sin for Laurel to stay in her room all day, thinking about all she regrets.
She walked over to her mini fridge and grabbed an oatmeal raisin walnut Clif Bar. Laurel made her way back to the window and sat on the inside ledge, opening the wrapper of her breakfast. She watched the few people wake their way to and from dormitory buildings and the café. She loved people watching, and doing this made her really want to sketch. She finished up her breakfast and went to the bathroom to get ready for the undetermined day ahead of her.
Slowly, Laurel made her way over to her dresser. She felt like looking cute today – it was only a matter of time before her belly would begin to grown and she wouldn’t be able to wear her current clothing anymore. She pulled out a pink knee-length skirt, a Kelly green camisole with a matching oversized translucent cover up. Grabbing her purse and sketch pad kit, Laurel walked out the door. It was an “art in the park” kind of day.
She arrived at the park, her skirt blowing behind her in the wind. She meandered her way through the various paths of the park, taking everything in. She felt like sketching the fountain in the center of the park; she always walked by it, and had been meaning to draw it for ages now. Today was the day.
Laurel strolled through the paths, making her way to the center point of the park. The trees were just beginning to bud and the flowers were just beginning to bloom. As Laurel came closer to the fountain, the faint sound of music drifted through her ears. She sat down on a bench that faced the fountain and watched this boy play. He seemed to be purely enveloped in what he was doing, becoming one with his art. She knew how that was. And with that, Laurel pulled out her sketch pad and pencils and began to sketch.
lyrics; she will be loved - maroon 5
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Post by liam on Apr 7, 2013 17:12:11 GMT -5
By now, the young man was really getting into the rhythm of the song. A bright smile was on his face and it was clear he was enjoying himself. Many people found it silly that Liam had never decided upon going into college. In fact, some often said he should at least pluck up the courage and go into music major. Except for Liam, school had never been his forte and once he was done with it he did not foresee himself ever stepping back into school again. It was not as if he failed all the time in fact he did pretty decent. You could say he was a B student with those C's here nor there but he preferred to spend his time on music. He managed just fine in his life even now and he was no big shot celebrity rolling in dough but he was happy doing what he was doing. Besides when in school as a music major the teachers often tried to change your style. They tried to change your sense of direction and Liam was one that wanted to stay true to himself and be unique, not someone that was manipulated into being something everyone else wanted him to be. His parents and siblings were okay with his career choice and that was all that really mattered to him.
Besides what is the point of going to college and being miserable? What is the point of paying money toward an education he really did not feel he needed. His goal in life was to be a musician and that was all he could ever see making him happy. If he was not out on the stage or singing and moving people with his words, he could not see himself ever being happy in life. This was why he was doing what he loved and the people surrounding him, and the people that listened to him could often feel his emotion, they could see he loved doing what he did. As his song came to an end he smiled as the people around him clapped and cheered. He then jumped himself up on the edge and started doing a bit of a guitar solo. He had been known to put on a good show or two in his time. He had just planned on having a nice relaxing day playing his guitar at the park, but there were a few younger kids watching him and clapping his hands which put a little spunk to his step and he wanted to entertain them a bit.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! Ow....
It went upbeat as he hopped off the fountain, and kissed his muscles, smirking at the children, as he sang the song. He did make sure to keep some of the lyrics out of the song on account of they were rather young kids. Nevertheless, they were having a good time with it. He moved around the park and the kids and even some adults followed him cheering him on. Some of the adults were even joining in. Upon circling, a bench as the lyrics finished up he stopped behind a girl and grinned, peeking over her shoulder. "Well, you've got some talent" he said gesturing down at her sketches, giving her a bright grin. As he played a fun tune for the kids that still seemed to be following him, but didn't start up another song just yet, but he would more than likely start up again soon. He was never one to disappoint but he could be easily distracted.
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