Rebel With a Soft Heart | Open

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Lucy always enjoyed the view of the top of Palmwoods’ apartments. It helped her creativity and it was better than being locked inside in her tiny apartment, on her own. Not that she minded though; she was always independent. She was simply sick of being inside and needed fresh air. Getting her guitar, she made sure that everything was settled in her apartment and she left the place, locking the door and went to the elevators. Remaining silent in those, Lucy went nostalgic as she remembered the day where they were all in elevators and she was with one of her ex’s called Beau. It made her smile and shake her head.

When the elevator’s doors opened she quickly walked up to the roof and smiled when she finally was there. She went to the edge of it to gaze at the view which was always beautiful, especially when the sun was setting like it was today. She most likely didn’t regret her decision for coming to LA. She met a bunch of great people and made wonderful friends.

As soon as she was satisfied by the view, she sat down and placed her guitar onto her lap. This would be a nice evening for creativity and hopefully she’d have enough time to think of new melodies for upcoming albums. She should maybe do something about nostalgia, who knew. She began scratching the strings of her guitar in hope to find a decent inspiration. She really was in the mood to write but she wasn’t sure of what kind of subject she would write about. She had beel willing to try accoustic metal…which was metal played on accoustic guitar to see how it sounded. Who knew, it would maybe be a new kind of music that would become popular.

[Damon Hoechlin]

Damon head throbbed as voices were yelling at him. It come through one ear and right out the other. He didn't care what they were say because it was coming from Dan. Then his mother would add in something in making everything ten times worse. How could he own mother put him down. Love this guy she more then her own son. Damon didn't notice that he rolled his eyes at him and Dan stood up. He must have notice Damon not listening and then the whole eye roll. Before Damon got a word out to explain why he was ignoring him, Dan socked him in the face. Damon didn't even move an inch when he was hit on then his face. Dan shoved Damon you of the room leaving him in the hall.

Feeling the blood with his fingers, his mouth was bleeding, he cut his lip open with his teeth. Damon looked at the door for a moment before walking away before some came out and notice him. He looked down while he walked towards the stairs. His eyes wondered up then down and back up. He walked up the stairs with his hands in his pocket. He made his way to the roof, for some reason this was the only place he could think of that would be empty. Damon walked pretty calm at the moment but inside he was ready to explode. Once he hit the door to the roof took his hand out of his pocket.

Once Damon opened the door he shut it, he added a little more strength then need slamming it a bit. He spit the blood on the ground and looked at it for a moment. His hand brought up to his mouth wiping it. He heard a guitar and looked up to see a girl.

WORDS: 304
TAGGED: Lucy
OUTFIT: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=92193483
NOTES: Hope you like it.
LYRICS: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
CREDIT: CaeJae@caution2.0

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Lucy was still trying to find a decent rhythm or chords to start writing but she was having a difficult time for it. Her mind was wandering through the people she knew, and mostly to James. Why he kept trying to flirt with her was beyond her not that she didn’t grow attached to him but she was still hesitating to actually be with him considering how much of a flirt he actually was. She shook her head, trying not to think of him too much because anyways, even if she returned to LA for him he didn’t know it and the point would be dead even before they talked of it. Not that she would tell him anyways.

She blinked when she saw someone looking pretty bad onto the roof or more like beaten. She arched an eyebrow at the man and stopped playing. She wasn’t sure of what she was supposed to do in these situations but she worried something bad might happen down in the apartments. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked softly. She worried for her friends mostly if there was someone dangerous out there, she’d most likely have to do something about it but if the man was the one who got himself in trouble, she wouldn’t.

For now, she decided not to think of it too much and let him be if that’s what he wanted. Anyways, they didn’t even know each other so why would he let her help him? She knew pretty much that if she was the one in this situation she wouldn’t let anyone help her. She had always been independent.