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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Jul 3, 2009 21:44:05 GMT
Mikhail perched on the edge on the drystone wall put up in an area of the gardens crowded by tree's and watched through them towards the garden path like a cat that had just heard a sudden noise and was on a mission to find the source and maul their ankles. He wasn't planning on ankle mauling though, that was strange even by his standards. He pulled his knee's up to his chest and hugged one arm around them, the other arm holding the bottle of some delightful energy drink he had purchased a while ago. The drink was long flat, and if he was honest, kind of warm. This didn't deter the boy though and he still periodically took a swig of the liquid.
Holding his knee's close didn't last for very long, as he realised that skinny jeans didn't make that positiong very comfortable. It was major the difference actually. Plus, it was making him feel a little more numb than he already did. Mikhail stretched his legs out in front of him and moved his ankles in circles, trying not to laugh as the pins and needles now setting up were tickling him. After waiting for a couple of minutes for that to end, Mikhail stood up and stretched his arms above his head. This lead onto an involuntary yawn. This in turn brought in a momentary fear of 'Oh God, there's a lot of insects around here, did I just swallow something?' He paused for a few seconds, trying to determine in he could feel something flying around inside him. Thankfully, there wasn't.
Now that Mikhail was standing and sure there was no bugs now living inside him, he decided now would be a good time to be on his way somewhere else. He put his earbuds in and flicked the song round to 'Sadie' by Alkaline Trio. He emerged from his place in the tree's - rather amused as to how that would look kind of creepy in the right circumstances and time of day - and the walked over to the path. It was pretty nice out now, so he rolled up the sleeves of his red hoodie before starting along. As he progressed down the path, a feeling of awe overtook him. Although he hadn't really had the chance to notice parks and gardens before, all the different flowers and plants the school had were amazing to him.
He skipped along the path and then noticed a small fountain of some sort surrounded by benches. It only heightened how much he liked it. Mikhail walked forward and put his fingers in the glistening water, smiling as small beads ran down his fingers. He walked over and sat down on a bench to watch the water for a while longer. As he sat, his attention was once again occupied by instead looking at his surroundings. His head darted around for a few minutes before he noticed someone else by the benches. "Hi!" He called over excitedly. "I'm Mikhail. What's your name?" He asked, taking another swig of his flat drink.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Jul 25, 2009 20:45:19 GMT
He strummed once more.
It still didn't sound right at all.
He rubbed his face with his right hand andbrought it back down to rest on the guitar. This piece was becoming diffult to compose. And annoyingly so. He had very nearly giving up and few days ago but he decided to keep preserveering.
"Hi!" a voice shouted. "I'm Mikhail. What's your name?"
Jet turned his head ever so slightly to see this Mikhail take a drink from a bottle. Jet sighed inwardly and carried on playing his guitar for a bit before laying it in the case and answering, "Hey, I'm Jet."
He shoved his notes into the case, closed it an walked over the guy. As he walked he realized he really needed to get a new pair of converse. The ones he was wearing were long worn. But he'd had difficulty throwing them out as they were his most comfortable and favourite pair of shoes he had.
"You new here then?"
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Jul 25, 2009 22:39:02 GMT
Mikhail nodded furiously in response, a slight grin ever present on his lips. He shuffled over a little bit on his bench in cased Jet wanted to sit down since Mikhail had planted himself in the middle of the bench He liked Jet already, he had a cool name. "Pleased to meet you Jet! Yeah, I just arrived a week or two ago. Have you been here long? That was a silly question, you probably have been, otherwise you wouldn't be all relaxed and cool when you were sitting over there."
He pulled his legs up and crossed them underneath him so he was sitting indian style. Mikhail for feeling pretty d**n peppy for someone who hadn't slept in two days. 'Maybe it's lack-of-sleep madness,' he thought, with the voice in his head even having an amused tone to it. Mikhail glanced at Jet's guitar bag and began to gush again. "You play guitar? Gospodi! That's so cool. I wish I could play guitar, I never had a chance to learn it though. You've probably been playing forever, right?"
For a couple of minutes, Mikhail was quiet again, before taking another gulp from his beloved bottle. "So what year of school are you in?" |
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Post by Jethro Foster on Aug 14, 2009 23:17:52 GMT
"I wouldn't go as far as saying 'forever' but yes. I've been playin' for a quite a long time now." he leaned back on the wall and yawned, "What? Oh, I'm in my last year. Upper sixth which sucks..I won't be able to see much of me girlfriend after I leave." he sighed inwardly. He didn't know if Tammy actually knew he was leaving at the end of the year. He couldn't remember if he had told her though she probably figured it out. It really did suck. He would miss her random ways and beautiful smile and her kisses and hugs and the way her face gave of a faint glow everyday.
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Aug 16, 2009 23:04:03 GMT
"Waow, that's amazing," Mikhail replied, awestruck and fangirling over Jet's musical abilities. He had been begging his mother for quite some time to let him buy a cheap guitar and learn the instrument, but instead she sent him to get drum lessons from a... 'Friend'. Not that he didn't enjoy smashing about with the instrument, he just generally felt uncomfortable when around his teacher, especially when Joselie discussed 'payment' with the dude. Mikhail shuddered at the memory and then went back to the guitar conversation. "Are you self taught or did you have someone to teach you? Can you play acoustic and electric? Well obviously you can, duh Mikhail. I meant which you do find easier, since they have different sized fretboards and everything."
Mikhail had a slight frown and gave a quiet 'aww' when Jet told him he would have to leave the school and his girlfriend in a couple of months. "That sucks man. What year's your girlfriend in? My sisters boyfriend is leaving this year too. Seems so sad to find teen love and then be pulled away from it by the powers that be. I'm sure your glad to be leaving the education side of things though, or do you enjoy school? A bunch of people have been saying about this school being so awesome that they'll probably stay to work after sixth year. Personally, I don't see the inclination. I guess that's probably because I'm new..."
When Mikhail finished what he was saying and finally stopped to inhale a breath, he had an inward frown that this guy might want to kill him at the moment because he was talking too much. Part of him wanted to apologise, but then part of him also realised all he seemed to do in conversations was apologise for being talkative. He'd end up being known as 'the weird Russian kid who apologies all the freakin' time'. Mikhail decided against bringing it up, and instead made a mental note to ask more questions and stop giving long winded replies. |
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Post by Jethro Foster on Sept 5, 2009 21:01:22 GMT
"I don't want to go for many reasons but there is only one main one keeping me back," he admitted. So his sister's boyfriend was leaving this year too? God that must suck like hell. I know I feel really depressed at the thought of leaving my girl here. I don't think I could live without her...or want to. She's my sunshine in all this rain. he sighed and looked up at the sky, "What's her name?"
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Sept 11, 2009 19:24:34 GMT
In his head, Mikhail was going into 'aww!' overload. He wanted to give a voice to the gentle, sympathetic noise, but part of him assumed Jet wouldn't exactly appreciate the gesture. He nodded as Jet spoke once more, and then gave a sad little from in sympathy. "That sucks man. It's actually kinda heartbreaking to hear... I guess you're going to keep in touch with her though, right?" It was probably a pretty stupid question. Mikhail had a knack for those lately.
The pair were silent for a few moments. Mikhail guessed that Jet was thinking about his girlfriend and when he would leave school. Mikhail, alas, wasn't being as sentimental. Far from it, in fact. There was a couple of squirrels, just metres away from him, playing in the branches of a tree with each other. It was adorable. A soft smile was in his features as he stared at the little creatures. He only came back to the conversation when Jet asked him a question. "Oh, she's called Tamika. I think she said everyone here calls her Tammy though... So Tammy Dombrovski," he replied brightly. |
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Post by Jethro Foster on Sept 22, 2009 19:42:23 GMT
As Jet was about to reply to Mikhail's question he answered what his sister's name was, "Oh, she's called Tamika. I think she said everyone here calls her Tammy though... So Tammy Dombrovski,"
Jet's heart froze.
They were talking about the exact same person.
Jet never knew Tamika had a brother. In fact, coming to think of it, Jet didn't really know all that much about Tamika's family which was kind of irritating him for some reason. How is that I know very little about her family when we've been going out for...oof, six months or so? Come to think of it..we don't know much about the other's past or family. Next time I'm with Tammy, she and I are gonna have a history catch up.
Jet shuffled on the spot, a bit uncomfortable about this now, "Erm, yeah. Of course I will, she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. The best person I've ever had the good fortune to meet. I don't know what I'd do without her."
He smiled and played a couple of chords and sat mulling over what he had just found out.
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Post by Mikhail Dombrovski on Sept 27, 2009 12:15:16 GMT
"Aw, that's nice," Mikhail smiled. He didn't really know what else to say about the matter. He'd never felt heartache like it in his young life, so he was ill equipped with what to say to comfort the older boy. He reacted the exact same way, who said pretty much the exact same things as Jet except about her boyfriend. He wondered if his sister knew the senior sitting beside him. "So, do you know Tammy? You probably don't, right? Different year groups and everything..."
Subconsciously, Mikhail put his anchor chain between his lips and started to bite softly on the piece of metal. It was an extremely silly thing to do, since the weeks old necklace was already covered in small indents from his teeth. 'Go nervous habits!' He thought with a small smile. He was a bit at a lose now as to what he should say or do. Jet was playing his guitar, and Mikhail was chewing a necklace. It was an odd scene and he wasn't sure if words would ruin the moment. "What frickin' moment?" Mikhail wondered, resisting the urge to laugh. "So where you from, Jet?" He eventually asked. It was a horribly mundane question, but at the time it was all Mikhail could come up with. |
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 22, 2009 17:20:31 GMT
Jet chose to answer the boy's last question. He didn't know if he should tell him he was dating his sister. Plus, it felt kinda weird talking about it to him...the wrong kind of weird and Jet usually chose to stay away from the kind of weird...after Abby it just didn't seem...
"I'm from Connecticut. I take it you come from Russia?" he asked already knowing the answer. He was Tamika's brother and had the same accent. He was different from her, yet the same. It was kind of and amusing thing for Jet to experience.
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