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Post by cecelialilyluv on Jul 30, 2011 3:48:18 GMT
 Cecelia yawned as she crawled out of bed. She enjoyed waking up early sometimes. She was more of a night owl though. She love to go to parties but she doesn't always party. During the week, she does homework and rest until Friday. She love to party on a Friday and Saturday night. She tend to get a hang over on Sundays, which is mostly caused by drinking. She never drink that much either. She just happen to be a light drunk. With a few sips of alcohol and she becomes a bit tipsy but still has her sense. She remembers everything she does when she goes to a party. Her parents don't mind her partying as long as she doesn't do anything stupid nor leave them to go on the other side.
Cece still remembered the day that her sister left. She was pleased. She hated her sister. Her sister was always a bitch to her and always made fun of her. She hated her sister for that. She was never there for Cecelia and Cecelia didn't care. Her parents were devastated though. That made Cecelia hate her sister even more. How can her sister desert her family and hurt their parents that love made their life so amazing. Cece sighed as she tried to clear her thoughts. Thinking about her sister always made her blood boil. Her parents got rid of any pictures of her sister and tried to erase her from their house as much as possible. It was one step closer to healing their broken heart. Cecelia wasn't broken hearted. Sometimes she feel like she was cold hearted because she didn't miss her sister but if anyone else lived with her sister, they wouldn't miss her either.
She felt like walking to the park. Cecelia loved going to the park. It was as close to nature as possible she would go. She hated camping unless there was some alcohol and music. She wouldn't be able to sleep by herself in nature. She would have to cuddle with someone. Plus she hated the cold. She was more of a summer girl. She loved the warm weather and wearing a bikini. She didn't have a bad body at all. She was white but she was fit. She can't seem to get a tan though. She was as white as a ghost.
She bit her lip as she skipped toward the kitchen to grab something to eat. Cecelia grabbed a bagel and munched it quietly as she looked for her bag. She found her bag nad tossed it over her shoulder then proceeded to head outside. She grinned as she felt the cool air against her face. She grinned as she reached the park. She looked for a bench to sit on as she scanned the parked. There wasn't that many people except the elder couples that got up early in the morning and go jogging in the mornings. She found an abandon bench and gazed out toward the grass area.
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Notes: YAY!
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Post by patrick on Aug 4, 2011 2:37:20 GMT
 The park was always an excellent place to go, alive or dead. There was so much to do and see. The last few times he'd been here, he'd certainly managed to see some interesting things. Usually early in the morning like this or very late at night. A couple, stealing away into the bushes for a quickie. A few drug deals. People hiding stolen things; usually nothing of serious significance. It was like a daytime soap opera. People running around, dealing with petty thievery and drama. Hurting others. Being hurt by others. Loving others. Being loved by others. This is what he did in his spare time. This is what he did when he wasn't able to be around Arabella. He frequented Wailman's Park. It was his favorite local haunt. Sneaking up on joggers in the early morning. Pushing children in their swings, the little ones giggling and shouting at his antics, unafraid. Sometimes, he thought that kids could sense him even when he was invisible. Perhaps it was their innocence. He didn't rightly know.
Sitting up high in a tree, Guzzy watched the park as if he ruled over it. And in a sense, he really did, didn't he? He was essentially omniscient, watching over everything that was done, people none the wiser. No one knew he was there--save for some of the children, it seemed--but he knew that they were. And he watched their every move. Guzzy the god. He listened to their conversations, occasionally sitting right beside people, acting as if they were speaking directly toward him. The conversations usually faltered, the presence of a cold spot being a bit unsettling to most park-goers, but continued when nothing of significance happened. At that point, Guzzy was free to listen as he pleased. He was free to pretend that he was alive. Sometimes he materialized. He made himself visible and walked around the park, actually holding real conversations. But that's all it could be. He didn't have any way of actually establishing relationships with people. No cell phone. No residence. He just skirted around being asked for his information and went on his merry way.
In his vantage point, sitting amongst the bratches, unseen by the world, Guzzy saw a young woman walking down a bench nearby. She was lovely, this girl, and pale white. Guzzy had always preferred a porcelain skin tone to tans; it spoke of innocence. Of snow. Of a fresh start. It made the person seem more trustworthy, really. And it was at that moment he realized how bored he really was. So he left his perch, settling onto the ground. Moving himself behind cover, Guzzy slowly brought his body into a solid form. At this point, it wasn't too difficult to solidify and hold it for a few hours. Hoorah for roaming the earth, dead and aimless, for years and years. He walked toward the bench and then, standing beside it, gestured to a spot beside the girl, "Is this seat taken?" he inquired with a smile, "Or can I join you in staring out at absolutely nothing?"
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Post by cecelialilyluv on Aug 6, 2011 3:08:11 GMT
Cece just loved the park. She always found it to be peaceful. She sat back against the bench as she glanced around the icy cool park. She only came to the park when she needed to clear her head or if she was bored. Today, she just felt like coming to get some fresh air. She always wonder why a lot of people come to the park. She knew some came to think while others just came because they love being in nature. Cece isn't much of a nature girl. She hated going camping. She was more of a city girl. She loved being around people and shopping. She couldn't understand why people could go out in the middle of the woods and not being able to use a stove or cook something in the oven.
Cece loved to cook. Cooking was one of her favorite hobbies. She was an amazing cook. Her parents always told her that she could open up a small bakery business. She thought about it once but she didn't think she would make much money in it. She was young though and she didn't need a lot of money. Just enough to go shopping with and eat out. Perhaps she should open a small business. She could start small like with friends and her classmates then grow bigger. Maybe one day she would start up a company selling her baked goods. Nah. Her true passion were animals. She loved animals and wanted to help them. She wanted to become a vet so she could heal the animals. She had a few animals at home that she take care of but she wanted to take care of more. So she decided the only career that would truly make her happy was if she become a vet.
Cece felt like she connected with people around her. She didn't mind people at all. She knew some faeries that hated humans. Her sister was one of them. She remembered her sister always tried to kill a human. She wanted to start up a new sport called Kill the Humans. Cece always fought with her sister saying that's immoral and mean. Cece and her sister never saw eye to eye on anything. They always fought since they were little kids. It all started when her sister killed Cece's cat. Her sister just laughed while Cecelia fell to the ground crying her eyes out. Cecelia could never forgive her sister for that. How could anyone forgive their sibling if they killed something or anything? Her sister just sat there and laughed. Cecelia got her revenge by telling on her sister but she felt the punishment wasn't enough. Being ground didn't mean anything to Cecelia. Her sister should've been forced to buy Cecelia a new cat.
Cecelia was the sweet, innocent girl in the family while her sister was manipulative and evil. They were completely opposite. If they didn't look related, everyone would think that they weren't related. They were too different to even be related. They had no common interest at all. The only common interest they shared is trying to kill the other one. Cecelia sighed as she tried to clear her mind. Everytime she thought about her sister, she always got tense and ready to kill or hurt anyone that approached her. Cecelia bit her lip until suddenly a boy approached her. She smiled sweetly at him as she shook her head.
"Please sit," she responded cheerfully. "I'm Cecelia but everyone call me Cece."
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Post by patrick on Aug 11, 2011 18:53:58 GMT
Cecelia's innocent love for the park would almost make Guzzy's intentions seem sick. Disturbed. Which, well, let's be honest, they were. He was basically a stalker. A creeper. But not in the slimiest sense of the words. If there could be an innocence behind stalking, he possessed it. After all, he couldn't really commit a crime against a person. That suggested that he'd be able to maintain solidity for long enough to follow through with some life changing trespass of significance against someone. That was something that he couldn’t commit to. Sure, he could pop in and out of visibility, shouting 'boo' and anything else that pleased him. But surely most serious misdemeanors and felonies were out of his reach. Robbing a bank would be too time consuming. Murder or rape would prove to be too much for his conscience to handle and so he'd disappear in the middle of it, shaken to a point that he wouldn't be able to materialize for days. No, Guzzy was nearly harmless. Nearly.
He could still deliver a punch if he wanted. Something momentary. Something of little severity. Stuck as a perpetual nineteen year old, the idea of fighting wasn't something that he was entirely unopposed to if he ever needed to use it. But I digress. The reason for this tangent is solely to express the blatant differences between Cecelia and himself. The girl was, in an entirely different way, harmless. She consciously chose her path of justice and righteousness. Guzzy was inadvertently bound to it by his inexperience in his species. Species? Would a ghost really count as a species? Or, being that it was a technical state of nonexistence, would it be classified as nothing? As a state of being, perhaps? There was at least a being. He could be seen. Solid even. For hours at a time. So he certainly was present. Wasn't he? The idea was perplexing and being that he wasn't anything of a scholar, he didn't try and think on it for too long. A philosopher was something that our darling Guzzy was not.
Guzzy had never favored one side over the other, considering the war. He found that it didn't concern him either way. He had made acquaintances on both sides that he had liked evenly. He had even met extremists on both sides, equally violent, light or dark. Not all light-minded individuals were peace-loving. They were two sides of a war, light and dark. Wars were violent. Bloody. It only meant that they were fighting for different things. Guzzy did find it the slightest bit puzzling that one could claim a faction and then just sit around and do nothing about it but he didn’t look down on the decision. Every opinion needed its supporters to thrive and these peaceable sidelines acted as that support. They were like the Ghandis of their war effort. Guzzy would probably like Cecelia's sister as much as he was bound to like Cecelia. Personal opinion in the war was something he just didn't give a damn about. It was the person himself that he would grow to adore.
The girl invited him to sit but Guzzy had already begun to seat himself next to her regardless. And being the antagonist that he usually was, he sat much closer to her than most people would consider appropriate, their thighs practically touching. He didn't allow direct contact though; assuming this girl was human, he didn't want to frighten her away with how utterly cold his skin was to the touch. Or how there was a distinct lack of pulse. He feigned breathing to make himself appear more alive--though he didn't need to breath, not without proper living lungs. "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Cece. Most people call me Guzzy. You can too. It's difficult for me to answer to my real name anyhow at this point in my life." Life. That last word was always difficult for him to say. Life. What life? "Do you usually come to the park to just sit and watch?"
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Post by cecelialilyluv on Aug 14, 2011 2:32:10 GMT
Cece was innocent in many ways. Perhaps that was how her parents raised her. She hated when people come to the park to steal or doing something dark like cast a spell or something. She couldn't understand how her sister switched to the dark side. Her sister was raised to stay on the light side. Cece knew she won't ever understand her sister. She couldn't understand why anyone could join the dark side. She would always stay in the light. She had a friend who was neutral but no one who was on the dark side. She had heard some horrible stories that happened at the park. It always terrified her in some ways. She couldn't understand a lot of things. In some ways, that made her childish. She was innocent like a child but when it came to kissing and sex, she was no child. She didn't know where she stood when it came innocence. She wonder if she has killing urges if that was bad. Everytime she thought about her sister or even see her picture, she has a sudden urges to hunt down her sister and kill her. She felt horrible when she thought about it but she got over it majority of the time.
Cecelia was a faerie and she could tell that Guzzy was a ghost. She consider ghosts to be a species. She wondered if she was a ghost, what it would be like. She didn't want to die or anything. She was just curious. Cece was always curious about everything. She can't help it. She love to go on new adventures and such. That was one reason she loved going to the park. The park always had something hidden in it. She always manage to discover something in it like new trails and such. She remember exploring an abandoned building. She got into a huge trouble with the police but she didn't care. Why should she? It's not like she was human. She wanted to fly away and explore another country. She was too young to do that but one day she will be.
Cece like to stay in the light side. She was a peace maker though. She hated anyone that was violent. She felt like a hypocrite though. She wanted to kill her sister but that was pretty much it. Would that make her a horrible person? She didn't want to think about it. All she want was the war to be over but she knew in reality, the war will never end. She hated bloodshed because she hated when people die. Luckily, she didn't know anyone that was killed by another species. That would devastate her. She already lost her sister but she wasn't close to her. She consider her other friends to be like her sibling. She needed some since she wasn't close to her blood related sibling. She wish she had a little sister so that she had someone to bond closer with. She sometimes got jealous when she see siblings hanging out together.
Cece smiled as she watched him sit next to her. She bit her lip as she listen to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said. She stuck out her hand to shake his. "I don't answer much to my full name either." She rarely answered to her full name anymore. She was used to hearing the Cece echo in the air. "No. I just like nature. I also love to explore," she replied. "How about you?"
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