Slurring on Purpose [PHINA]

[caleb andrew winston]

It's amazing how colours can combine. The shifting reds, blues, yellows of the world around us change constantly, move and blend with the passing of time. The oranges of the sun, the silvers of the moon, the natural soft greens and browns of nature are all around us. And, the funny thing is, we never take the time to appreciate how wonderful and bright the world looks in all its technicolor glory. Which is actually quite sad, when it's thought about in greater detail. We all move so fats, we never appreciate what goes on around us.

It was only now, though, that I was appreciating this myself. Only as I was pushing the paintball pellets into their place in the gun did I see, really see, how amazing colours are. The loud, phasing colours that shape our planet are, sad to say, only really recognized when they are going to be used, by me or by anyone. Unfortunately, I didn't really have it in me to care. Not right then, anyway, when my mind was, I don't know where.

The roof was a pretty little place. Shrubbery twined around the door to it, and tiny lights rested among the leaves, glowing softly, like fairies. Actually, I don't know - they might have been. The balcony was edged with a small fence, the railings barring anyone from falling to a grisly, surely painful death. But boundaries are there to be pushed, and so I was sat on the railings, staring out across the landscape that rolled for miles around me, around Northvale. The rest of the roof was occupied by one greenhouse and a few plantpots, anyway - nowhere else for me to be. At least, nowhere else I wanted to be.

And don't start yammering about how dangerous this is. Because, even though it's peculiar to think of it, even though this is a philosophy that I repeat time and time again, danger doesn't exist - no, not really. It's only a product of perception, something that our brain tells us to keep us safe from harm. But, if danger doesn't exist, then how can safety? It can't. And that, dear reader, was my entire life in a sentence. I was never safe, but never endangered. So I did what I could, while I could still do it. There was nothing wrong with that, was there?

Besides, I needed a distraction. And I needed one pretty frickin' badly. Joseph's current... condition was driving me to distraction with worry. I couldn't focus on schoolwork (not that I ever did), I couldn't sleep, I could barely even do anything without thinking about him. It's a really sad truth that you only really see the good times you've had with a person when you've had the scare. The scare that they might be leaving you behind. You don't realise how much their departure would actually hurt you, until you're actually faced with that prospect. I'd thought I'd already learned that. But I guess I'd been pretty young the first time.

Rousing myself from my thoughts, I scanned the grounds below me with wide, brown eyes. Well, one, because of my fringe over my left eye. It impaired my vision a little, but it wasn't anything I couldn't deal with. I had my paintball gun in my hand, anyway. I wasn't really paying attention to my hair. Really, it was more about the fun that I was going to have with this contraption. I hardly had time for this anymore, let alone the wherewithal to actually get up and do it. Maybe it was just the fact that I needed to get my mind off of the current situation. I needed to do something other than cry in forests and hide out in my room. And if it was this, then given my circumstances, could the school really protest?

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Phinaaaa~
Notes:
Lyrics: The Reckless and The Brave by All Time Low

[seraphina cassidy riley]

The day was curiously interesting for Seraphina, not just the fact she recently joined Northvale, but the interesting thing was the many friendly faces around her. She kind of expected nearly everyone to be all grumpy and fed up of the school; however everyone was so kind and helpful. She couldn’t quite remember any of the different faces she meet today, however she was sure she would bump into them again.

There were so many places around the school she almost got lost, however people supported her and showed her where to go. She was grateful that her parents sent her to this school; to be honest this was the only other school which her parents seemed to like.

She was going to miss all her other friends back in the other school, however she was sure she would catch up with them at some point in the future. She began wondering how they were doing, what they were up to. Would they even miss her? Seraphina shook her head, she didn’t want all these different and slightly confusing emotions wrapping around her brain. She needed something to distract herself. Something a little different. Something that involved creativity.

It didn’t exactly take her long to reach her destination, carrying her bags of spray paint equipment. She hoped not many people were up here. She can cope with one person, but more than three was just a little too much of a crowd. She was glad the bags weren’t too heavy to carry, the rolled up papers were fine, they could be just tucked under her arm, and the spray cans were just a little heavy since she had so many colours.

Even so, half of the colours were beginning to run out, she would have to go to the store and buy some more when she had enough time, and if she had the money. She reached to the door, slowly opening the door she peered out to see who was out. She noticed one guy with a paintball gun; it seemed she wasn’t the only one looking for a distraction.

She slipped through the door, not really wanting to bring
attention to herself. Plus someone with a paintball gun isn’t the best person to annoy, since getting shot with a paintball gun does hurt. She has firsthand experience. However it seemed that the guy wasn’t really paying too much attention to what she was doing, so it seemed safe enough to find a simple, small space on the floor and do some spray painting.

Seraphina didn’t really bother into changing into anything rough and old so she didn’t have to worry about spoiling her clothes, to be honest they weren’t her best pair of simple black jeans and t-shirt. Rolling out some A4 paper, and placing small stones around the edges so the paper didn’t blow away, she began digging in her other bag for a bright, exhilarating colour. Orange, purples and light blue. It seemed they were the only ones she hadn’t run out on. ‘Oh well.’ She thought, taking her spray cans and decorating the pure white paper, she will just have to buy some more tomorrow.

[caleb andrew winston]

There were a lot of things that were cold today. The air was cold. The railing that I was perched on was cold. Even the paintball gun in my hand was cold, numbing my fingers as I held onto it. It was June, for crying out loud. It was also my birthday on Tuesday. There was no way that it could be cold for my birthday, could it? Not that I'd really be celebrating, of course, but still! Seventeen. I wondered what it would feel like. Would it feel any different? Well, I didn't really know for certain, not yet. Because it wasn't just my birthday, it was a serous day as well. A very, very serious day.

I still didn't understand why that had happened to my family, of all the families in the world that it could have happened to. It was selfish of me, I knew that, but it was just... why? We were already down a parent, with one of the kids being more like something out of a crappy romance novel than a person. One of the only shreds of normality left was either in the final stages of his life... or at the start of a new one. And, if I was really honest, I wasn't sure which one I would have preferred. I didn't know if I wanted him dead or if I wanted him a dead boy walking. The worst part? I wasn't getting a say in the matter.

Shaking my head, I tried to focus on what I was going to do. Even a moment of me not thinking about that was a blessing, and if I could get my mind off of it for even one afternoon, that would be more than I could have asked for. I didn't want to have to be depressed over it all the time. And for good reason, I thought. Sadness was horrible, even if I wasn't the one who was experiencing it. And the fact that I was made it that little bit worse. I didn't want to have to feel sorry for myself, because I wasn't the one that needed pity, especially if it was my own. I just needed to get on with it, take each day as it came. Which, of course, was why I was here.

I smelled her before I saw her. And I know that sounds really harsh, but it's not meant that way at all. I could hear her coming up the stairs as well, thanks to enhanced senses and crap. She was a vampire, definitely a she, about my age. I wasn't sure about that last part, though - my senses were still a bit loose when it came to that. I didn't even need to turn around when she opened the door. I didn't need to look, but I did, when I was sure she wasn't looking at me. She looked fairly normal, compared to some of the other people in the place. Normal was normally boring, but for now, it was welcoming. It was a reminder to me that the world was still going around.

After a moment, she pulled out spray cans, full of what I assumed were paint, judging by the smell. It was a little different to paintballing, but oh well! Paint! She only had three colors, though, which she seemed disappointed about...

Before I even realised what I was doing, I was already at her side, having fired my paintball gun on her page rather than at the irritating crowd below me. A pretty splodge of yellow decorated the paper, mostly where she hadn't sprayed, but I had caught a bit of paint. Whoops. I looked up at her, with a bit of a sheepish grin on my face, meaning to apologise for catching an area that she;d already painted. However, instead of an apology, came the words "You're welcome." Double whoops. Oh well. Sorry, but I wasn't sorry.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Phinaaaa~
Notes:
Lyrics: The Reckless and The Brave by All Time Low

[seraphina cassidy riley]

She didn’t think he would come over; actually it surprised her that he even came over. He didn’t look human, though she couldn’t tell what species he was. To her it didn’t really matter what species people were, it was nice that so many different species were here.

She focused continued to the spray paints, it was a shame she had run out of other colours, and she couldn’t make her usual bright strange patterns she would normally do. She nearly every bright colour she could pick from the shop, there were other colours however they were the browns and blacks. She wanted the bright blues and yellows and reds, the colours which always stood out from the others, the ones which made everything seem so attractive.

She couldn’t quite remember what got her into spray painting, or any sort of painting. It could have been the different styles of painting, the different paintings themselves. Or it could have been the colour, the bright vibrant colours which seemed to make the picture leap from its frame and into reality.

Seraphina snapped out of her trance when a splodge of yellow decorated the mostly white patch of her page she didn’t spray over. She forgot he still had the paintball gun. Seraphina was the kind of type to get distracted in her spray painting when she was mostly alone, however it was strange for her to get so entranced when she was with people. Why did she forget he was there? It wasn’t the fact she forgot he was there, it was the fact she let her guard go down.

She never normally let her guard down when she was with people, especially when she was spray painting. Maybe she felt calm, maybe even safe. No those weren’t the correct words. She felt comfortable with this stranger; comfortable to let her mind wonder into her own world and become satisfied with what she was thinking of.

She snapped out of her trance again when she first heard him speak. It seemed like a sarcastic remark yet it didn’t faze her. The yellow splodge on the page caught some parts of the page which she had already painted, making an overlapping effect. It looked brighter, more exciting. She took a quick glance of his face to see a sheepish grin on his face, she looked back again to her painting on the ground.

She smiled inwardly to herself, it’s not every day someone decides to have a go at painting with her, and to be honest the page did look rather dull with only three colours. “Join in if you want.” She spoke, still not quite looking directly at him, more slightly looking at his feet. “It needs a bit more colour.” She began sifting through her back again, hoping whoever he was, he would join in. Maybe just maybe this was supposed to happen. Seraphina was never the one to fate, however it seemed today had made up her day for her.