lucky blue[open]

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Piccolo
Anything but Grey

I tried to look confident as I walked down the street. I had to constantly correct my posture and fix my hair when it got in my face. I began to regret keeping my hair down. I felt a bit strange. I seemed to stand out in the croud today. Mostly for the fact I'm wearing a pink dress. It doesn't quite fit with the dull Gray shades that surrounded me. Not just the people's clothing either. Everything seemed more drab than usual, if that was even possible.The only thing that seemed to blend in was my last name.[/color]

"Picky!" I heard my dad call to me from the balcony of the apartment. I have started to stop minding when he calls me that. I've come to realize I can be picky at times. "I've looked everywhere for you!"

"Liar!" I shouted up to him, giggling slightly. My relationship with him has gotten better in resent weeks. Not good enough that I would want to be inside that apartment for more time than it takes to eat and sleep, but at least he's bearable. I think it's because his pure stupidity is funny. Maybe it just makes me feel better about myself. "How could you have looked everywhere if you haven't even left the apartment!"

Before he went back inside I looked at what he was wearing. Even he was wearing a grey jacket over his "lucky" blue shirt. I hated that shirt. It was old and torn. It made him look poorer than he is. I assume that's why he had the jacket over top of it. He has this crazy notion that it has good luck. He always tells me about how every accomplishment he ever made in his life, he was in that shirt. He's wearing it today, which means he must have a meeting or something.

I continued to walk down the street, still correcting my posture and fixing my hair. The only difference now is that I now had a sliver of a grin on my face. I wasn't exactly happy, but laughing had reminded to smile. It reminded me I look nice when I smile. I had no clue where I was going. I tried to remember back to see if I ever did. My mind drawing a blank, I just kept walking in a perfectly strait line.[/font]

[Nat]

Cassandra Noel

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything

I woke with a start. The dream had been just as real as the night it happened. She shuttered as she thought about it and jumped out of bed quickly. She hated spending time in it. The nightmares always came, no matter what she did. As she stretched the sleepiness out of her joints she felt the baby move. It was moving quite frequently now and was growing like a weed. She wasn't able to hide her belly with bulky clothes anymore so many people could figure it out. She hoped the majority just thought she was fat. She placed her hand on her tummy and rubbed it. She was excited for the little kicker to get out, but she was also afraid of what people around her would think. She couldn't spend too much time dwelling on that. She put on her large bulky clothes and walked out into the spring air. She walked towards work, taking a entirely different route just in case he was following her, but she didn't spot him this morning. She was walking fast with her head down when she accidentally bumped into a girl with a pink dress on. Oh I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.

[/b] She took in the girl's dress. It was a color she didn't usually see around, but it was pretty. Cassandra loved the color pink.[/justify][/blockquote][/center]
I think[/i];I talk[/b]

I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand

Tagged: Pixel
Notes: None
Word Count: 230
Lyrics: With Arms Wide Open by Creed
Credits: Made by Nat

[pixel]

Piccolo
Anything but Grey

I kept walking along to nowhere in particular. I kept thinking about if I had anything lucky like that blue shirt. I really didn't pay attention to what I was wearing when anything memorable happened. Come to think of it, I don't remember anything that memorable. Just general things about the day. I just kept going no matter what I did, not thinking about how important they were to my life.

I decided to call the dress I was wearing lucky. Just to see what would happen. I trashed the idea as soon as I remembered I didn't want my family to look like cotton candy. Just then as thought about how silly we would look, someone crashed into me.[/color]

"Oh I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." she said quickly in response. She was older than me, probably in her twenty's. She was a bit on the chubby side, but so was I even though nobody else saw it.

"It's okay. I wasn't looking either." I reassured her. It was true. I assumed I stood out enough that people would stay clear of like. Like how animals steer clear of any brightly color bug. I've only seen that happen when I was in the woods. Mostly for the lack of animals, and color inside the fence. [/font]

[Nat]

Cassandra Noel

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything

She smiled at the girl. She apologized and the baby kicked as the words left her mouth. Cassandra's hand automatically went to her stomach, but she quickly put it back down again. She would have loved to of rubbed her belly to see if she could feel the next kick with her hands, but she wasn't granted that right in public. She had heard that you could sometimes even see a baby's footprint through your stomach when they got big enough. She wondered when that would be. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind as she focused on the girl again. She was much younger then Cassandra. Somewhere in her middle teens it looked like. She was also tan and fairly skinny. I like the color of your dress. Its a color I don't see here too often.

[/b] She hoped she hadn't embarrassed the girl. The last thing she needed was to have a young girl hate her. Looking at her she wondered what her baby would look like. Would it be a girl or a boy? She wasn't sure, but she knew she would have to wait until it came out to see.[/justify][/blockquote][/center]
I think[/i];I talk[/b]

I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand

Tagged: Pixel
Notes: None
Word Count: 195
Lyrics: With Arms Wide Open by Creed
Credits: Made by Nat

[pixel]

Piccolo
Anything but Grey

I realized now, we were still in the middle of the street blocking anyone who wanted to walk past us. I thought for a second to step to the side, or maybe swoop into a nearby building so we don't cause a traffic jam. Then I figured that she might not even want to talk me. She might just apologize and be on her way. My dad said I did that a lot. Assume that as soon as people open their mouths they actually care about your life.

To my surprise she continued to speak. [/color]"I like the color of your dress. Its a color I don't see here too often." she told me. I giggled nervously from the compliment and looked down at the dress. I quickly fixed a wrinkle that had formed while we were talking and glanced back up.

"Thanks." I finally said, a genuine smile on my face. "That's what I was going for. I had to dye it this color myself."I had dyed a lot of my clothes to get them the vibrant colors they were. They only seem to make them in gray and black. The dress I have on used to be plain white. I thought maybe that's why the blue shirt was so lucky to my dad. It's just really rare to find one.

I fixed my hair and made sure I was standing strait mostly out of habbit by now. I made a mental note to add fix dress to that list so it would end up a mess by the end of the day.

[/font]

[Nat]

Cassandra Noel

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything

She watched the girl look around and wondered why. It only took a second of looking around herself to realize they were blocking the road. Cassandra side stepped off of the sidewalk to stop blocking the road. She wouldn't want to attract the attention of anyone, especially peacekeepers. She hated them with a passion. They were horrible people and used their power to pray on the innocent. She had to stop thinking about this. It only made her anger flare up. She put her mind back toward the girl and focused on the dress. Was pink the only color she had? Cassandra wouldn't mind being able to see some actual color. She hoped her baby was able to have some actual color. What other colors do you have? I would love to be able to dye my clothes different colors, especially green.

[/b] She smiled at the girl, patiently waiting for her response.[/justify][/blockquote][/center]
I think[/i];I talk[/b]

I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand

Tagged: Pixel
Notes: Its ok! We can just pretend
Word Count: 152
Lyrics: With Arms Wide Open by Creed
Credits: Made by Nat

[pixel]

Piccolo
Anything but Grey

Before I could do the same, she stepped out of the way. I followed her lead, walking gracefully out of foot traffic to continue speaking. I was about to ask her name, but again she seemed to take action before I could. [/color]

"What other colors do you have? I would love to be able to dye my clothes different colors, especially green." she said. I blinked, remembering the subject of the dye. My mom had given me an array of colors for my birthday one year. It was two, maybe three years ago if I remember correctly. This set she got had everything from pastels to neons. Most of the colors had been used up by now. I tried to remember what I had.

"I used to have lots of colors. I think all I have left is this pink, some light blue, a bit of purple, and I do have some green." I smiled knowing I had what she wanted. "You can have it if you'd like and I could show you how!" I said, much more exited now. It was another excuse to not go home. [/font]

[Nat]

Cassandra Noel

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything

As they moved out of the street she seen how gracefully the girl moved. Upon closer inspection she noticed there wasn't a hair out of place or a wrinkle on her dress. What drove this girl to such perfection? Cassandra didn't care about perfection. She always had more then a few wrinkles, but her hair was short enough it stayed in the same place most generally. The girl started to answer her question and even offered to show her how to dye something. She blushed. She hoped she didn't come off as one of those people who wanted to mooch off of another person. She just wondered if there were any more colors. She smiled. That would be fun. I'm Cassandra by the way. What is your name? She should have introduced herself outright, but she sometimes forgot her manners. She liked to jump straight into the conversation because asking names and age and what not were only openers to small talk. Cassandra didn't mind small talk, but when something grabs her about a person she wants to know more about it; like the pink dress.

I think[/i];I talk

I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand

Tagged: Pixel
Notes: This thread does not like me today...it keeps giving me an error when I try to reply!!!!!
Word Count: 186
Lyrics: With Arms Wide Open by Creed
Credits: Made by Nat

[pixel]

Piccolo
Anything but Grey

I looked up, realizing I had been staring at my shoes for the past second and a half. I could tell that the she was blushing, though no noticeable color appeared in her cheeks, I could tell by the look on her face. I was about to introduce myself, but once again she fills the air with sound first. [/color]

"That would be fun. I'm Cassandra by the way. What is your name?" she said and I smiled a bit. She almost said exactly what I would have said. Well, except that her name was Cassandra. I liked that name. It wasn't so simple that people would share the name with her, but not so out there like mine.

"I'm Piccolo." I replied, trying to keep from rolling my eyes. I knew what was coming next. "I love that name" or "how unique!" even the dreaded "How did your parents think of a name like that!" If that one came up, I would have to explain there was no romantic back story of how I got my name. There wasn't a piccolo playing when they met or when they proposed. Heck, I'm the only one in the house who actually owns a piccolo. I just got it to be corny. I don't even know how to play.

Through my slight annoyance, I pulled through to look perfectly happy. At least as far as I could tell. I only had to fake it for a second before my real mood balanced back to normal. [/font]

[Nat]

Cassandra Noel

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything

As her embarssement faded, the girl replied with the name Piccolo. That was an odd name and Cassandra had never heard it before. That's cool. Definitely not a boring name. She gave a small chuckle and looked at Piccolo. Her odd name fit her, with her pink dress and her perfect look. She wanted to ask if anyone knew how to play the Piccolo, but she didn't want to pry into her life too much. Cassandra really needed to work on not blurting out questions as they came to her mind so she tried to work on that control right now. So instead of asking the burning question she made a geuster to her. Lead the way!

I think[/i];I talk

I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand

Tagged: Pixel
Notes: Short, so short....my muse hates me right now
Word Count: 117
Lyrics: With Arms Wide Open by Creed
Credits: Made by Nat

[pixel]

Piccolo
Anything but Grey

I sighed in relief. No explanations today. She didn't even ask if I new how to play. I took a look at her and imagined her in green to get my mind off of things. It would suit her well, I thought. There was an odd sort of silence after that. The opposite of the way it should be. It seemed to last a slip second, when I had the feeling it was longer.[/color]

"Lead the way!" she told me catching me off guard. I looked at her and remembered where I was taking her. I headed in the direction of my dad's building. I quickly slid through the crowd, looking back occasionally to make sure I hadn't lost her. Soon I looked up and saw the balcony my dad had been standing on minutes before.

"Here we are!" I said entering the lobby. The lady waved, but didn't say a word. It looked like she was talking to someone else. A man in a dark suit. Maybe he was why my dad had to be lucky. "I live at the top." I explained, walking up a few flights of stairs. I took the key out of my shoe, fixed my hair once more, and unlocked the door the the small, well furnished apartment."The stuff to dye clothes is in my room"[/font]

[Nat]

Cassandra Noel

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything

Cassandra followed Piccolo as she walked through the streets gracefully. Cassandra kept up as much as she could, but the baby was making her feel nausious. The breakfast she ate probably wasn't a good idea. She would just have to hold it in until she got home. She wouldn't puke in front of someone she just met. You are just going to have to calm down little one. We have a secret to keep.

[/i] She lightly rubbed her hand across her belly as she walked. She was excited to dye some clothes. Green is just the color she would need. They made it to a building and headed up a few flights of stairs. Her companion had mentioned she lived on the top floor. She watched Piccolo fix her hair before she went in. Cassandra smiled. Her new friend was odd, but it didn't bother her one bit. They stepped into the apartment and she looked around. It was a well furnished place. I like your apartment. Its nice. She followed Piccolo to her room, getting really excited about the thought of dying her clothes.[/justify][/blockquote][/center]
I think[/i];I talk

I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand

Tagged: Pixel
Notes: None
Word Count: 185
Lyrics: With Arms Wide Open by Creed
Credits: Made by Nat

[pixel]

Piccolo
Anything but Grey

I heard her say something about the apartment and thanked her, in an oddly dull tone, out of habit I suppose. I opened the door to my bedroom and looked for the dye. It was easy to find. My room was rather tidy. Almost too clean at times, but I liked it that way. Though very neat, it appeared a lot like a greenhouse. I had a thing for gardening. And the pots spread across my shelves and window were the best I could manage in the city. [/color]

"Here they are." I hummed, pulling the box out from under my bed. Each little bottle of dye, though most empty were lined up in chronological order. I pulled the green one out. It was a bright green, like the leaves on the plants growing throughout the room. Suddenly I frowned

"You don't have any clothes to dye." I noted, a hint of disappointment in my voice. I looked up at her, hoping she had an idea of what to do[/font]

[Nat]

OOC: I promise I will get you a reply ASAP, but it is finals week so my life is a little hectic at the moment. I'm sorry!

[Nat]

Cassandra Noel

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything

She followed her new friend into her room. It was unusually tidy, just like her appearance. It almost made Cassandra blush as she thought of her house back home. It wasn't extremely dirty, but not as picked up as it should be. As she glanced around the room she noticed a lot of plants. They were everywhere; on shelves and the windows. She smiled at them. Should I assume you like gardening? She went to the plants and touched the leaves. She didn't have much of a green thumb so gardening never interested her, but she thought the plants were pretty. Cassandra turned back to Piccolo as she bent down to get the dye. She looked at the colors in the box. There were so many colors. It made Cassandra's heart jump with joy. Then they came up with a problem: clothes. Well what if you just show me how to dye then I can buy some and dye my own clothes or if you have a robe or something I could wear for a minute we could dye the clothes I'm wearing. Those were the only options she could think of, short of going back home and getting clothes, but that would take awhile so it wasn't really an option. She chewed on her lip as she tried to figure out another option.

I think[/i];I talk

I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand

Tagged: Pixel
Notes: I'm so so so so so sorry for the wait...my life has been so hectic since finals, but i think it is calming down a bit
Word Count: 224
Lyrics: With Arms Wide Open by Creed
Credits: Made by Nat