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Post by Brooklyn on May 27, 2006 15:54:11 GMT 1
Brooklyn walked away from the camp. He needed to get a little space. Being near the camp was making him depressed. His azure eyes scanned for a nice peaceful spot to sit in.
When he was looking around. A field with Lavender plants growing wildly caught his eye. (OK, I know we're in austrailia... just go with it!) Brooklyn made his way toward the field. He jumped over the field gate and looked round the spacious, secluded piece of land.
He sat himself down underneath a tree. He leaned back against the trunk his eyes closed shut. The sun shone down on the field, Brooklyn felt better already.
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Post by Amaya Song on Jun 1, 2006 23:18:50 GMT 1
Amaya sighed, and walked off. "This isn't good. I have a non-exsistant team, and I'm going to have NOBODY to hang with," she muttered.
As she walked along, she soon came to the field with the lavenders in it. "In Australlia? That's odd," she whispered, and sat on top of the field gate, not wanting to bend the Lavenders.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 3, 2006 18:20:01 GMT 1
Brooklyn however, was blending in with the lavenders. Although, white never really blends in with green and... lavender. You would think with bright orange hair would kind of make it hard to blend in, but Brooklyn found that he could blend in almost anywhere... if he wanted to.
The second he heard the gate shift he opened his large, crystal blue eyes look find the culprit of such a noise. Brooklyn spotted a girl sat on the gate looking into the field. He frowned. This was supposed to be secluded!
He stared at the girl with annoyance.
"What?" He asked neutrally. His face looking stoic and blank.
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Post by Mystel on Jun 14, 2006 10:52:38 GMT 1
Mystel watched Brooklyn idly, debating on whether to reveal his presence, or just hang around and listen in. It wasn’t like they were having some secret conversation or something.
Solving his dispute, he took a more comfortable position of the tree, making sure there were leaves obscuring his form. He trained his kind blue eyes on the duo, awaiting some reaction that could possibly entertain his slow, dull day.
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Post by aqua on Jun 16, 2006 17:31:47 GMT 1
I fell into the darkness...... This was a wonderful day for a walk, Tanya had thought so. She should be practising for the next beyblade tournament, but she wanted to take a walk and feel the fresh air. Boris would be mad at her, she new that, but she didn't care. After some time of walking she came to a field with Lavender plants. "Lavender plants in Australia" she said ,quietly in case there was someone there. Suddenly, she saw a teenage boy and girl. She hid behind a stone, as she spied on them. She also saw a teenage boy sitting in a tree. She sent her blade out. Sharp as a knife it spun through the Lavender field cutting down the Lavender plants. It shined white and turquise in the sun. ...and I can't find the light again |
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Post by Amaya Song on Jun 16, 2006 19:15:51 GMT 1
Amaya jumped and fell into the field. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was here! I'm Amaya and I was just walking around to relax a little bit," she exclaimed standing up.
(I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING ON! Evil Finals!)
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Post by aqua on Jun 17, 2006 8:26:21 GMT 1
The blade spun up on a stone and jumped over their heads.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 18, 2006 17:37:45 GMT 1
||OOC|| Argh! orry i haven't been on in like... AGES! I'm back and ready to goooo! ;3 ||OoC||
Brooklyn remained impassive. His hair swayed slightly in the breeze. Brooklyn's expression was vacant as he he remained sat down with his eyes closed.
"Whatever." He said softly.
Brooklyn gave a small sigh. "And could you please stop ripping apart the lavenders with your blade please?" He asked politely, showing no signs of threat, but his voice held a seriousness that showed that he fully meant what he was asking.
Brooklyn opened his clear blue eyes and looked up into the tree. "Why hello, Mystel."
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Post by Mystel on Jun 28, 2006 7:57:26 GMT 1
Mystel grinned sheepishly. He was never good at being undetected anyways. He waved down at his fellow teammate and the others whom he didn’t recognize, but welcomed with a warm smile.
Now that he thought about it, Brooklyn wasn’t aware that he was intending to come to the camp after all. Actually, wasn’t that the reason he was looking for the red head in the first place? To tell him that he was there?
Shrugging, Mystel leaped from the large tree. Landing gracefully on the red earth, he came to stand next to his nature-loving friend. He laughed and wrapped a friendly arm around Brooklyn’s shoulders, giving them a reassuring shake in the process.
Looks like it’s his job to get Brookie to lighten up this holiday.
((I'm back from my holidays! Miss me anyone?))
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 28, 2006 22:35:28 GMT 1
Brooklyn had a ghost of a smile traced on his lips.
It felt reassuring that another member of team BEGA was here too. Brooklyn was lucky, of all the members to have joined him, Mystel would be the top member. Ming-ming was too... cheap and so chirpy, Garland was way too serious, all that mattered to him was his pride and Crusher would have been worrying constantly about his sister. Mystel was probably the only one that didn't have some freakish absurdity out of the team. Apart from the jumping thing.
Brooklyn wasn't saying that he didn't like his team, far from that, his team was the closest thing to a family he had. It's just, Brooklyn felt... isolated from the rest of them. They never seemed to understand him, or care much for that matter.
Come to think of it, why was Mystel here? Mystel was always rather spontaneous, yes, but Brooklyn couldn't really imagine him coming here, to the camp. It seemed a little too crowed for the likes of Mystel. He always came across as secluded to Brooklyn. Who knew? Maybe Brooklyn didn't really know Mystel. It couldn't help to get to know him right?
Brooklyn felt the urge to speak his questionings out loud.
"I didn't know you were coming here Mystel." He stated blankly, eying the arm resting on his shoulder. It wasn't often someone made a friendly gesture toward Brooklyn, it was indeed rather foreign to him. Usually people merely acted like he wasn't there. It was a strange feeling that Mystel was being so friendly but it still felt... Kind of nice. Almost as if he were accepted. Brooklyn rarely felt accepted, so all in all, it was a good thing.
"So why are you here?" He asked, not meaning to sound rude, but inquisitive. Manners was a big thing to Brooklyn, believe it or not, but Brooklyn believed that manners was a key factor when it came to socializing. Not that he did it much, but, if you don't have basic manners then... what do you have?
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Post by Mystel on Jun 29, 2006 0:09:27 GMT 1
“Well, Garland told me to come. He thought you might be lonely, and he also thinks that my beyblading is starting to really suck…so he wants me to come to this camp-thingy-mabob and train in this new terrain. To up my game a little, ya know?” Mystel explained, but then when he noticed Brooklyn’s hesitant face, he added, “but he had me at keeping you company.”
Mystel could already feel Brooklyn loosening up slightly. This made him smile warmly at his friend, wanting to reassure him, and to let him know that he was there for him. Brooklyn was always a strange creature, so tenuous, and difficult to please. But that made it all the more stimulating to try and figure him out.
Brooklyn had always been Mystel’s favourite team member. It puzzled him as to why, but he just assumed that it was Brooklyn’s fascinating mentality that attracted him to the volatile red head.
But who knew. When it came to Brooklyn, everything was a mystery…
“Why, Brookie? Not happy to see me?” Mystel asked, smiling playfully. He couldn’t help himself; he just had to poke fun at his friend. Just this once couldn’t hurt, right? ((I like being loved. *Sigh* But I’m not loved enough in my opinion. I think more people should love me, just because I’m so loveable…err…just ignore me…I’m psychotic ^^  )
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 30, 2006 16:46:08 GMT 1
||OoC|| Yes.. Yes you are. :] ||OoC||
Brooklyn nodded. So Mystel came because Garland told him to? It wasn't a surprise after all, Garland was the team captain. But for some reason, Brooklyn felt rather hurt. For a second Brooklyn thought Mystel had came just to see him. With out uttering a word, the atmosphere around Brooklyn darkened slightly. It felt weird for Brooklyn, to be so... negative about something so trivial. Especially after the bey battle with Tyson, Brooklyn figured he had mellowed out a bit. Perhaps he was wrong.
It was times like this, Brooklyn hated being a teenager.. It makes you so moody and sensitive.
'But he had me at keeping you company.' Brooklyn felt his mood grow darker. So the only reason Mystel really was here, was to follow Garlands order and 'figure out how Brooklyn worked.' Brooklyn mentally growled, becoming suspicious of Mystel already. He thought he'd left all this behind him! After the battle he was supposed to trust people again! At least Brooklyn wasn't completely paranoid... yet.
When Mystel smiled warmly at him, Brooklyn was torn between being disgusted at the friendliness and being happy about it. The small smile still played on his lips, but now it was false. Just like before, Brooklyn was hiding behind a smile.
'Why, Brookie? Not happy to see me?' Brooklyn looked back up at Mystel, somehow, he manged to end up looking at the cut apart lavender at his feet whilst he became lost in thoughts.
"I never said that." He said in his defense, not really getting if it was a joke. If it was, he certainly didn't understand it. Feeling rather confused, and strangely emotional, Brooklyn did something rather unexpected.
He chuckled loudly. Not a good natured, happy chuckle, not a dark depressed chuckle. A neutral, rather haunted chuckle.
||OoC|| Do you like this reply? I'm trying to go for the confused, upset slightly scarred by inner demons Brookie ;] I can't help it. i just love to see him like that. I'm weird. ; D||OoC||
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Post by Amaya Song on Jun 30, 2006 22:47:35 GMT 1
Amaya watched the two friends, she guessed, and sighed softly
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Post by Mystel on Jul 4, 2006 11:23:11 GMT 1
“I never said that,” Brooklyn said in his defense. A soft blush crossed Mystel’s cheek. He snuck a quick glance at Brooklyn and noticed that it almost seemed like a dark aura hovered in his voice. He stopped smiling momentarily. Why was Brooklyn being so cold towards him? Was he angry at what he said?
Hoping he was just imagining things, Mystel was taken by surprise when Brooklyn let out an uncharacteristic, hollow laugh. It was almost disturbing to listen to.
Slightly confused, he gave the red head a small smile. He heard a soft sigh and turned to face a dark haired, pale faced girl. She was young, with caring green eyes.
“Hey. My name’s Mystel. Who are you?” Mystel asked, gracing her with one of his many adoring smiles. His cerulean eyes turned to Brooklyn for a moment, a special, strange sparkle glinting in his orbs. His smile changed, and for a brief moment, his smile was a truly unique, warm smile; just for Brooklyn.
His eyes turned back towards those bright green eyes, their normal, kind blueness returning.
‘Oh, Brooklyn, just you wait. I’m going to make this the best vacation you’ve ever had…’
((Sorry. My computer crashed, so I haven’t been on for a few days. Forgive me?))
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Post by Amaya Song on Jul 4, 2006 14:12:23 GMT 1
"I'm Amaya," Amaya replied, with a small smile.
She stood up and asked, "Would you like me to leave?"
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