Post by Richard Maddox on Apr 17, 2016 18:33:48 GMT -6
He couldn't sleep. He tried. An hour later, he gave up. He got into his car, and he drove. He arrived at the park. It was late. The stars were out. From what he could see, no one else was there. He wandered further in. Keeping his eyes turned upward. Searching over the numerous floating lights. Looking at the patterns they painted across the wide night. It was like a canvas. A masterpiece that never got old. Richard found a spot and laid down. The grass was wet with dew, but he didn't care.
The night had his full attention. The moon bouncing light down to shine over the land. Like an ever watchful eye. Richard couldn't help but stare. He began to fade away. Get lost in his own world. Trace the faint lines that connected the the shining orbs above him. It was a silent beauty he could appreciate. One that filled him with inspiration. With content. Most importantly, with peace. Whether or not he fell asleep no longer mattered. He felt like he could stare forever.
Last Edit: Apr 17, 2016 18:34:32 GMT -6 by Richard Maddox
Post by Emma Delacroix on Apr 18, 2016 9:22:10 GMT -6
With her hands tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket, the blonde walked down the stone path leading towards the park. Her shift had ended, but she felt nowhere near being tired. Not yet. The night was still far too young and it wasn't as if she had much to go back to. Just an empty apartment that didn't feel like home. A place to sleep. That was it.
Then she spotted the figure, awfully familiar, yet not at all. She walked closer, blue eyes squinting, trying to get used to the darkness around them. He was looking up at the sky and the posture alone made her feel relaxed. She knew who it was. She could have picked out his demeanor from a faceless crowd. Or so, she fooled herself into believing.
"It's dangerous to walk alone," she said, stopping a few feet away from him.
Post by Richard Maddox on Apr 18, 2016 9:40:45 GMT -6
A voice again. This time familiar. How could he possibly forget her? Their first meeting had been far too strange for him not to remember. He sat up. Looked at her. Met her gaze again. A habit. She warned him. It was worded more like a comment. At least from what he gathered. "Thankfully I'm sitting." He replied. "And the park is empty. Or was." He had been sure he was alone. Yet she seemed skilled at surprising him.
He looked up at the sky again. The stars. The light. The moon. It was late. Very late. He looked over at her again. "Why are you up?" He knew why he was there. He couldn't understand why she would be. Although she was more social. Better suited to reality. She might've been out partying. With friends. With family. Or maybe she was like him. Richard doubted.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Apr 22, 2016 19:48:58 GMT -6
A sly smile as she looked over at him before shrugging. "I work as a bartender. Kinda forces me to stay up late." It was a rather simple reply, but it was true nonetheless. Her expression grew more somber then. "I like being out here, away from all the people and the noise. It relaxes me." It was a great way to get some alone time. Well, nearly alone, anyways.
Being a bartender was only a step in the right direction, though. Emma had big plans for herself and her life. It was a slow moving train, but she was getting somewhere. She had always known there had to be more to her life than what it had been thus far and she for one, was looking forward to finding out what that was.
Post by Richard Maddox on Apr 22, 2016 19:55:29 GMT -6
There was another smile. He couldn't see it as well in the dark. Yet it contained a hint of slyness. She was a bartender. It kept her up late. Which made sense and gave her an excuse. A better one than his. Yet he saw her expression change. Grow more somber. She liked being out here. In the quiet without people. It was something they shared in common. Again, he was surprised. But he was getting more used to her surprising him.
Alone no longer, Richard wasn't sure what to do. What did he say at a time like this? In a place like this? With her. Somehow they'd run into each other again. Richard didn't even remember exchanging contacts of any kind. Yet here they were. Again. He gazed up at the stars. Searching for an answer. Finally he pat the grass beside him. "Want to sit?" It was her choice. And it wasn't like he had a better idea.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Apr 22, 2016 20:00:56 GMT -6
Following the movement of his hand, the blonde nodded. "Sure," she replied. She then continued to move closer until she was sitting down on the grass beside him. Thankfully, the snow had melted away and the weather had grown warmer, even if it was just April. It wasn't humid either, which the blonde was thankful for.
Emma wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on top of them. She glanced in his direction. "How long have you lived in Kalispell?" she asked curiously. She wondered how new he was. She'd only been here for a few months herself, so it struck her as strange that they hadn't met before, given the fact that they seemingly enjoyed the same places.
Post by Richard Maddox on Apr 22, 2016 20:39:08 GMT -6
She sat next to him. Once again shocking him. She'd actually taken his offer to sit. The fact she was fine sitting in the middle of the park at night with a stranger stunned him. Well maybe they weren't totally strangers. Still, it was odd. Backwards even. Someone of his appearance was usually avoided during the darker hours. But here she sat. Here they sat.
There was a question. How long had he lived in Kalispell? It gave him pause. Made him think. How long had he been there? Years, certainly. Yet the passage of time had gone so quickly. He'd been so used to detaching from reality. "Years." He answered at first. He thought more. "Less than ten. That much I know." He hadn't been there that long. Not as long as some. Which made him curious. "What about you?
Post by Emma Delacroix on Apr 28, 2016 22:45:33 GMT -6
She was surprised at his response. This man, Richard, surely didn't carry himself around as if he'd lived here for years. He seemed new, if anything. Though, she supposed that only made him a whole lot more remarkable. Smiling, the blonde ran her fingers through her blonde locks. "I'd imagine you'd only been here for a short while," she admitted.
Then the question was turned around and the blonde shrugged. "A few months," she said, looking at him. "I'm a lot fresher to this town than you, apparently," she continued with a grin. The difference was, though, that she did carry herself as if new to the town. It was amusing.
Post by Richard Maddox on Apr 29, 2016 12:10:41 GMT -6
She seemed surprised. Which in turn surprised him. Why would she be? Then she smiled. Ran her fingers through her hair. She thought he'd been there for a short time. Richard considered it. it made sense. He didn't act like he knew the town extremely well. Not like most long time residents. "Understandable." He responded.
Then the question was turned on her. She shrugged. Only a few months. She was a lot fresher than him. Richard glanced at her. She was grinning again. Richard felt the corners of his lips tug. Not quiet a smile though. Not yet. "Do you like it?" he asked. He found contentment with it. it was nice enough. Away from his parents at least. A place he could disappear in.