Post by jacob rein hale on Jul 10, 2008 15:52:15 GMT -5
He licked his lips and ran his slender fingers through his blonde hair, which fell perfectly back in front of his face. What the hell was he even thinking when he entered the maze? This was his least favorite place but Jacob figured he should try it out, its not like the maze would kill him. But of course as soon as he stepped in and took a couple turns he found himself lost. Sure he could probably smell his way out however he wanted to do this without his curse.
Jacob shoved his hands in his pockets and continued his long walk through the maze. He looked like such a lost homeless boy. His tight jeans had a couple holes in them and as for a shirt well he wasn’t wearing one. These were the kind of nights he preferred to not wear a shirt. Plus I wasn’t like anyone was around?
“I swear that you don't have to go ” His voice filled the soundless maze as he took a few new turns. Hell he was done trying to figure out what way was out; he was just going to keep walking till he found it. Jacob found himself singing louder and louder till he was lost in his own voice. “I thought we could wait the fireworks I thought we could wait for the snow To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt .” Because he was so caught up in his singing he didn’t watch where he was walking and tripped over a rather large branch, falling hard on the ground with a loud ‘oomph’.
The boy whimpered softly as he sat himself up and looked at his scrapped knee. As he looked at the bloods running down his leg a small tear trickled down his cheek as the memories of his brother flashed in his head. Jacob wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling them up to his chest, and he just watched the cut. He was a broken kid that was trying very hard to get through his days. It was all right to cry when no one was around he’d hate someone to see him like this.
[crappy (:]
Jacob shoved his hands in his pockets and continued his long walk through the maze. He looked like such a lost homeless boy. His tight jeans had a couple holes in them and as for a shirt well he wasn’t wearing one. These were the kind of nights he preferred to not wear a shirt. Plus I wasn’t like anyone was around?
“I swear that you don't have to go ” His voice filled the soundless maze as he took a few new turns. Hell he was done trying to figure out what way was out; he was just going to keep walking till he found it. Jacob found himself singing louder and louder till he was lost in his own voice. “I thought we could wait the fireworks I thought we could wait for the snow To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt .” Because he was so caught up in his singing he didn’t watch where he was walking and tripped over a rather large branch, falling hard on the ground with a loud ‘oomph’.
The boy whimpered softly as he sat himself up and looked at his scrapped knee. As he looked at the bloods running down his leg a small tear trickled down his cheek as the memories of his brother flashed in his head. Jacob wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling them up to his chest, and he just watched the cut. He was a broken kid that was trying very hard to get through his days. It was all right to cry when no one was around he’d hate someone to see him like this.
[crappy (:]