[ W H E R E V E R ]the[ W I N D ]blows

[damon nikolai halen]

It was midday and the sun shone beautifully on the shores of L.A. The water was a deep blue and on the horizon boats were afloat, some moving fast, some at a steady pace, others not moving at all. Damon, himself, it wasn't like he was afraid of them or anything, he just wasn't amused at the fact of floating on the water. He'd rather swim and get some exercise in the cool depths than lounge around. But, then again, that was just him. He could remember when he was younger and he had ran around in the shallows of the waters in Tennessee, attempting to capture tadpoles and frogs. He used to bring them home with him and his mother would make him set the leaping, and soon-to-be-leaping, creatures free.

But those days were long gone now. Now his motivation to catch frogs withered with his love for toy trucks and mudpies. Now, as he held his notebook in his lap, he focused on his music, focused on the Let Loose Tour. And, once again getting of task, he focused on the bits of sand and grass that was entwined in his fingers. He remembered the way his fingers entwined with Ariana's on That Day.

He could feel the life escaping her body, he could hear it in her breath, smell it in the air, and see it in her eyes. The grey was slowly overcoming the purple irises and he knew her time was coming. He had to hold onto her as long as he could.. "Don't give up.. Hold on, Ari, hold on.." He saw her try to form words, but she never quite succeeded in making them come alive in the air. He squeezed a little tighter and she smiled faintly..

He pushed away all thoughts of Ariana, he had to forget. He had to. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to forget about anything that happened between them, all the memories. He wiped his hands together to get rid of the dirt and grime that collected on his palms while he was busying himself with senseless reminiscing. He now just notice that he had gripped into the ground, from anger, frustration, or pain; he didn't know.

[adrienne ciel vice]

{{Wanna know something ironic? Adrienne actually used to be named Arianna. Arianna Marie Vice. This post isn't the best, sorry.}}

can't you see it's not the same♥||

Ah the sweet Pacific! Adrienne had been to beaches in LA before, having grown up in San Jose she actually had a cousin and his family on the outskirts of town. All the excitement of it during the day was an unpleasant reminder of her days on the sand, however.

Without a car, she took to walking from her tour bus to a main street where she proceeded to take a taxi to a main hotel by the beach. Her hair, currently black and shoulder length, was held up in a ponytail with a green hair tie. A black lace tank top adorned her chest and only went down just above her belly button. Blue denim shorts were worn with age, bearing holes in various places from the amount of activity they had been through and were actually cut to be knee-length. Pale feet were bare since she was going to the beach anyway- sand plus shoes equaled a big fucking mess she didn't want to deal with.

Tipping the cab driver and paying him the small fee it took to drive her there, Adrienne left the vehicle with a nod and a wink at the Spanish-looking man. Slowly she strode down the grass beside the burning sidewalk, deciding not to venture upon the hot concrete. Movements stopped upon touching the sand, light blue eyes gazing at all the activity. Oh what a day she was going to have, not even coming with a friend.

There were so many disgusting people out, so many rude, grody looking people. Littering and screaming, running into the waves shamelessly with their revealing suits and flabby skin. Not that Adrienne really had too big a problem with people, it wasn't like everyone on the Earth had done something to offend her. Actually, she was more determined to offend them. It was just the lack of intelligence that most people seemed to hold that pissed her off. She much preferred to roam the shore by dusk when people weren't cluttering it.

Of 'course, why do something if you're just going to bitch about it right? Well, with a lack of anything else to do, why not just explore the city while there. She could only visit the ocean in some states anyway, so might as well take advantage of it. And so she did, despite the massive crowd of undesirables. A soft sigh fled past her lips, a small grin following behind.

Instead of being obnoxious in front of this crowd of people however, the grin dissipated and she contented herself to walking along the shore, gaze hellward as the water nipped at her feet. It was a slow pace she took, one that someone could compare to an elderly walmart shopper in the knitting isle. But feet were gross, and she soon got tired of staring at them. Lifting her head up slightly, icy blues caught sight of a boy gripping the ground as if his life depended on it. Was the sand truly that interesting? Or was he perhaps dying? .. No, he removed the tiny bits of rock from his grip and began wiping his hands. Interesting. Her pace picked up then slowed to a stop as she neared him.

Lowering her body beside his she crouched with a quizzical look, eyes peering at the side of his head. A pale finger reached out and poked his shoulder before the words fled her mouth, "So. Did you find it?"

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