open your e y e s { hunter }

[madeline juliet prescott.]

look up to the skies and see
i'm just a poor boy i need no sympathy

"I'll be back soon, Aunt Isabel!"

Madeline sighed, closing the front door gently behind her with her fingers curled tightly around the spine of the book she was holding. She tugged on her sleeve a little, walking quickly down the driveway, past Isabel's car, and across the street. Luckily for her, her aunt and cousin happened to live within walking distance of the beach, and it was a good place to go when she wanted to be alone. She just had to go at the right time, and since this time, she needed to read, she was going pretty early in the morning - the sun was rising, and it cast a pretty glow on the road and sidewalks and the sand, which was all she could see at the moment. She wrapped her arms around her stomach tightly, feeling a little paranoid walking the streets so early. She knew it was silly but she couldn't help it; at the beach, she was never completely alone, but now it felt as though she was, and she had never liked that. She was afraid of being alone - she was vulnerable when she was alone, unprotected, and easy target. Maddie shook her head fiercely, keeping her eyes straight ahead as she tried to keep her thoughts away from the eerie silence of the morning.

Regardless, her footsteps quickened considerably and her fingers were curled so tightly around the spine of her book that her knuckles were a bit white. A few moments later, when her shoes hit the sand, she relaxed visibly, dropping her arms and stopping short, her eyes searching for a place to settle. She wasn't opposed to sitting on the sand, but if she put her book down she would get sand in it. She supposed it didn't really matter, so she walked further down the beach, stopping far enough away from the water that there wasn't any wet sand. She settled herself down on the cool sand, glancing straight ahead at the sun rising on the horizon, smiling to herself at how beautiful it looked and the orange glow it was casting on the water, the sand - and her. Flipping open her book to the worn-out page that she'd dog-eared the night before, she cast her eyes downward at the words, mouthing the words to herself as she read them. She knew the entire book by heart, and yet reading it once again on the paper had always given her the escape to another world that she used so many times.

The book was naturally by Shakespeare; a majority of the books Madeline owned were. The wording and the way she could almost put herself in a character's place had always made her like them, not to mention the beauty of the plots and twists. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet was what was clutched between her fingers at the moment, making her nearly oblivious to her surroundings. She was re-reading it for the umpteenth time, which was probably why she knew it by heart and was mouthing the words. At some point during a monologue of Juliet's, Madeline stopped mouthing the words and started mumbling them to herself none too quietly. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, thou not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face, nor any other part belong to a man."

because i'm easy come, easy go
little high, little low anyway the wind blows

TAG: hunter black
WORDS: five seventy-five =)
STATUS: complete
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: bohemian rhapsody by queen
CREDIT: kayseybee! of blank pages (me!)

[Emily Black]

Hunter's entire philosophy on what type of person he really was had been shaken by one small insignificant piece of sand by the name of doubt. This doubt had come from his unusual fondness and kindness to a girl he had met over the internet. "damn computers, always giving kids ideas." He laughed at calling himself a kid, something he hated other people to do. He had no one to joke with and often joked out loud with himself. People didn't really pay attention to a guy walking alone anyway. Hutner had only ever had one friend in his life that was true, and that had been Rachel. He tried to rationalize this new feeling for Maddie over his usual ones for girls - usually very sexual. This was more about intellect and something else than anything purely sexual. He did have to admit, from the little he saw through a small icon over the internet - she was stunning. While quiet, and not use to being so talkative with anyone, they had quickly managed to break any barriers of their usual conditions to let the other in. Maybe they both needed someone. Hunter sure did, even if he'd never dream of thinking that, much less admiting it.

He was walking on the beach, a usual spot for him to gather his thoughts or take a girl, or even to rest while the drugs wore off. It never occured to him that maybe other people came out here and odd times, or when the weather was a bit different. Today was the day to come here alone, and while he hadn't planned it that way, it had happened just so. Sometimes he thought the beach was all his, to play, to laugh, to cry in all alone, a private place. How very wrong. It wasn't a conscious effort to think these things, but a natural feeling as he always seemed to place himself there when he could be alone. Stumbling across a familiar face hadn't been the plan, until it happened. Hearing the words from Romeo and Juliet outloud made him smile. He loved that one the most. Other guys might find it odd, or gay, or something idiotic and naive like that, but it was beautiful and captured so much in just one simple story. "Oh, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." He knew it by heart, but stopped as he looked down at her. He had just come from behind her to an angle to her left, standing a few feet above and away from her, a smile having grown on his face. "I do believe this is your line, madam." The same michevious, playful grin simmered on his face, showing his kind nature, something most others hadn't seen from him before. He had stopped, knowing the lines he had said, while Juliet's, had made no reference to being a woman. He thought to be the gentleman and allow Madeline to be the one to finish those last lines. He hoped she would. Very few girls had ever managed to spark his playful intellect, which he loved to show, but never could.

[ 540 words. Hope it is good, and I know it isn't as long as yours, but what more can you really say after all that? :] Very cute, don't you think? I took the liberty of jumpstarting it to being past when they talked on the internet. It works though. ]

[madeline juliet prescott.]

look up to the skies and see
i'm just a poor boy i need no sympathy

She had, of course, opened her mouth to say the next word, but instead jumped when someone else beat her to it. She turned, wondering who else would possibly know the words quite as well as she did, blushing as she recognized the face, though it took her a moment. She'd only seen a small picture of him online, and yet she'd still remembered what he'd looked like. "So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all my myself," she replied, easily reciting the words as she looked up at him. He looked much taller than she was, yes, but then again, she was sitting down on the sand. Glancing back down at the book, she folded back down the corner of the page and let the book close, the pages fluttering shut. Staying silent for a moment, she looked back out at the horizon, then stood up and brushed the sand off of her back side.

She lifted her head finally to look up at him, confirming the fact that he was considerably taller than she was. Then again, most people were. He pretty much towered over her five foot three inch figure, her gray eyes staring up at him. She couldn't help but giggle and shake her head. "You know, I still feel short standing up," she told him, the words coming much more easily than they should have. It hadn't taken him long to get through to her enough to talk normally rather than stutter over every word, and she had taken that as a good sign. Still, it felt weird. She barely knew Hunter, and yet it was all too easy to talk to him like a normal person. Maddie wasn't used to being able to do that - she hadn't been able to for a long time. It might have been the fact that he was very different from others, and hadn't seemed to mind her stuttering the way other people did. It might have been the fact that he actually knew lines from Romeo and Juliet and didn't just know what the book was. It might have been a lot of things, and Madeline didn't particularly care at the moment.

Uncertain of what she could possibly say to break the silence, Maddie shifted her weight to her other foot, glancing down absently. Vaguely she wondered if she would be here had Cecelia and her mother still been alive. Maybe visiting Isabel and Jessie, sure, but not living with them. Her mother would never have allowed that, any of what had happened to Maddie. But maybe it was all for the best in the long run, even if none of them knew that. She finally had a friend that wasn't her cousin, and she hadn't had one of those in a long time. It felt nice.

because i'm easy come, easy go
little high, little low anyway the wind blows

NOTES: s'not that much shorter, and very cute. =) mine's shorter. hmph.
TAG: hunter black
WORDS: four hundred ninety-seven
STATUS: complete
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: bohemian rhapsody by queen
CREDIT: kayseybee! of blank pages (me!)

[° LiNDSeY °]

The words of Romeo and Juliet came with a knowing about the end of the story, and an understanding of the tragic path of love and triumph that was accomplished as well. In those words, they gave over from who they were, to who they could be together. Hunter had finally found a friend in Maddie, after quite some time, but couldn't help but think about how maybe someday he could truly be with someone as well. He practically laughed at the thought, questioning why anyone would be with someone who was very unaware of who they were. He had always been trying hard to be a certain person, giving him reason and logic to assume that then since he had to try so hard, that person wasn't who he really was. But that also left him with not knowing who he was, and unsure if he'd ever know, or if he would like what he found out about himself. He wasn't sure he had the strength to try. It was hard to let go of the past and keep it from ruling him, but it was always there, showing him reasons and logic for why he should or shouldn't do something. He didn't know if it was possible to let it go, or to forget. "It's nice to know you can enjoy an intelligent hobby." And it was. Most girls were just stuck on getting their make-up right, or their looks, but Maddie didn't need to do that anyway. Instead she seemed to care about the intelligent hobbies and her feelings. She had a depth he appreciated and admired. He hadn't known her for long, but if there was one thing he knew about her for sure - she had more than enough depth.

She was fun to talk to, to joke with, and brought out a playful side in Hunter that he had long since forgotten he had. She was beautiful, intelligent, and kind. She was a girl he would love to date, but he wasn't thinking that right now. His only thoughts were on how to make her smile. He chuckled a little at hearing her laugh. It was a beautiful sound and he loved seeing her smile. Then her comment made him laugh more. "I sometimes do that to people."

[/color] he admitted as his laughing began to cease. He was naturally tall, thanks to a family full of werewolf blood, and tall parents. He hunched down and smiled as he looked at her directly in the eyes, since he was now at her level. "Is that better, Maddie?" he asked, teasing slightly, but hoping she'd appreciate the reason for another laugh. Everyone could use a laugh sometimes, and he knew that he needed on every now and then more than a lot of other people. "Want to go do something? Maybe take a walk along the beach?" he asked, holding out his hand for her to take it. And doing so very much like an old time gentleman, with the slight bow, and appraised look from the top corners of his eyes.[/size][/blockquote]

[madeline juliet prescott.]

look up to the skies and see
i'm just a poor boy i need no sympathy

That someone else knew the words to Romeo and Juliet by heart as she did was new to Maddie, foreign, and only slightly unnerving. The words were her favorite, the section they came from the most read, the page torn and worn out by the many times she'd flipped to it in need of a sense of calm. That the words of Shakespeare had enabled her to find a friend faster than should have been possible, that she'd been able to do it all, surprised her and intrigued her, but more than that, Hunter intrigued her. He was different, she could see that. She was so incredibly comfortable around him, and the last person she'd ever been that comfortable with was Cecilia, and that friendship had formed over time and many hours spent running errands together for their mothers. This, this was so different in so many ways, and sometimes Maddie was unsure about it. Why was it so easy to trust Hunter? It shouldn't have been. Friends for Maddie were hard to come by - she didn't trust people, she feared them. When you cracked Maddie's shell it was a feat, not something easy to do or normal. It took time, patience, and you needed to care enough to try. And Hunter - Hunter had cracked her shell in a matter of minutes, and that sometimes scared her. Why should he be able to when no one else could? She may not have understood it, but one thing was for sure. Normally, she didn't mind it. She smiled lightly at his comment. "It's nice to know our generation isn't a completely lost cause," she responded, gray eyes alight with the smile on her lips. That too was foreign - her smile reaching her eyes, but again she didn't mind it, not in the slightest. That only happened when she was genuinely happy with someone, and if that was how Hunter made her feel, then so be it. She loved when her smile reached her eyes - they were brighter than normal, shining, almost sparkling. It was something rare, indeed.

She rolled her eyes at him when he hunched down. "I bet," she said, then shoved his shoulder lightly. "No," she teased. "Now you're just making me feel like I'm six and you're my babysitter, trying to get down on my eye level so you're less scary." She laughed in spite of herself, but put her hands on her hips indignantly and stuck her tongue out childishly, not knowing exactly why but not caring, either. Maddie didn't care if she let loose around Hunter - she wanted to, so she was going to. She didn't know what it was about him that made it so easy for her to be herself, but she did know she didn't stutter around him, the way she didn't stutter around Jessie. She was just that comfortable with him, and to be honest, not stuttering meant something significant to her, even if it didn't to anyone else. It meant that she honestly trusted him, that she didn't fear him the way she did most people. "Sure," she laughed, rolling her eyes but humoring him by taking his hand and gesturing at the beach using her book. "Lead the way, sir," she said playfully, grinning at him.

because i'm easy come, easy go
little high, little low anyway the wind blows

NOTES: i finally has a post for yous. hope you likeeeee. && i'll fix the coding later.
TAG: hunter black
WORDS: five sixty six
STATUS: complete
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: bohemian rhapsody by queen
CREDIT: kayseybee! of blank pages (me!)