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Post by dane on Apr 2, 2012 17:13:53 GMT -5
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dane found that most of the time, his life was at a stand still. he would admit it - he didn't always know what was going on in his mind. he was indecisive sometimes, as was demonstrated by his horrible indecision when it came to a major, and because of that things tended to go on pause for him. and lately, it had just felt like that sort of time. a time when everything was just...on pause. he was having an art block, a complete inability to do anything creative without feeling like it was just shoddy work. he tried starting off his days with early morning jogs to get his brain going but that didn't help. he tried watching movies that he particularly loved or ones that inspired him. he tried watching documentaries. hell, he even tried reading his text books but there was nothing that could stop the block. eventually he just stopped trying to cure it and decided to just...do what he could to try and spark inspiration.
so he'd been spending a lot of time with monica but lately she'd had something on her mind or something because it didn't feel the same. so he tried hanging out with other friends. finding other things to do. and it was working to keep himself distracted but none of it seemed to spark any inspiration. after a while, he stopped making plans to try and spark an interest and started making them just so he could distract himself from having to distract himself to inspire himself. he just needed to...sit down and have a conversation with a friend, hang out and just generally do anything else but sit around like he'd been doing. so when he was talking to his friend melanie one day, he decided to make plans to go visit her at the school she worked at one day. he didn't have a lecture for another few hours and it was always nice to kill time. besides, he was confident in his relationship with monica and saw no problem in going to see mel. she was just a friend. a friend helping to distract him from the problems in his life.
a pretty friend, sure. a gorgeous friend. but honestly with dane vance, that wasn't much of a surprise. he wasn't going to lie and say that appearances didn't meant something when he was talking to someone. he preferred that his friends be well-groomed, well-dressed and far from anything that could be considered trash. not so much because he didn't want to be seen around ugly people but because he liked to be around people who took care of themselves. he was touchy when it came to thinks like people who partied or did drugs or didn't bother to think of their health. they just got under his skin and weren't exactly people he considered to be good friend material. so if melanie was hot (and she was), it wasn't really any concern of his or his girlfriend's. that was the way it usually was when it came to friends on either side.
so he didn't have any qualms about showing up at the elementary school. he didn't care much that the way to her classroom was familiar. he just checked in at the office like he always did, taking the "visitor" badge and pinning it to his shirt pocket before walking down the familiar hallways. he paused outside her classroom, knocked on the door to let her know someone was coming in and then pushed the door open to greet her with a smile. "hey," he said quietly. something about the classroom always seemed to make him calm. maybe it was just the fact that mel worked with little kids but something about it just made him want to speak quieter and treat everything like it was made of glass.
notes, haha hopefully this didn't suck too badly!
thanks brooklyn from caution
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Post by melanie on Apr 3, 2012 14:32:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 480 ( TAGGED ) DANE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Melanie absolutely loved her job. She loved children, so it just made sense that she would go on to teach them. Anything else just wouldn’t fit. ”Ok, guys!” she said in her cheery voice. ”I’m going to come by and collect your drawings, and then you can pack up and wait for your parents!” She drifted through the room, collecting drawings and smiling at her students. ”Miss Hale, look! I drew me and you!” Mel stopped next to Jilly, an adorable strawberry blonde, and picked up her picture from the table. Sure enough, there was a tall stick figure with brown hair (presumably Mel) and a shorter one with red hair, standing in front of what looked like the playground. ”Lovely,” Mel said, patting the little girl on the head and collecting the rest of the papers. After about twenty minutes, all of her students had either gotten on their bus or were picked up by their parents, and it was time for Melanie to straighten up and get ready for the next day. In about an hour, she would be picking Stryker up from day care, since her sister had night classes.
Melanie worried about Mackenzie, she really did. Her sister had started partying pretty heavily in college, not that that was such a surprise. Mac had always been a party girl, always. But wasn’t having a child supposed to calm you down? Apparently not. Mac had told Melanie, back when she’d first gotten pregnant, that she wanted to get an abortion. Obviously, Mel had to talk her younger sister out of that. There was no way she was letting the girl get an abortion. After she’d been talked out of that, Mac’s next idea was adoption. That, Melanie could live with. Her sister obviously wasn’t ready for a child, so why not give it to a family that would love him? But their parents weren’t about to let that happen. How convenient, considering they now lived too far away to help much. But now that Melanie had spent fourteen months basically raising her sisters baby, she was glad Stryker hadn’t been put up for adoption. Sure, this was an unconventional, non-ideal family situation, but he was an incredible baby.
”Hey.” Melanie turned from hanging pictures on the wall and smiled upon seeing Dane. The two of them had become rather close lately, and she enjoyed it. Sure, he had a girlfriend, but Mel didn’t see why that mattered. Their relationship was completely platonic, and she was pretty sure his girlfriend understood that. ”Hey!” Mel said, crossing the room to give him a hug. ”What are you doing here?” She smiled, the dimples on her cheeks showing. Walking back to where she was, Melanie continued hanging the pictures on the wall. She loved displaying her students work. ”We did drawings today,” she explained, as though it wasn’t completely obvious.
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Post by dane on Apr 3, 2012 16:42:53 GMT -5
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dane wrapped his arms around her in a quick embrace and smiled at her as she pulled away again. he couldn't help but admire the width of her grin, how pretty it looked spread across her features. but dane was an artist - things of the aesthetically pleasing nature were bound to catch his eye, be it a pretty face or something on a canvas, and it wasn't anything to bat an eye at. he just allowed himself a moment of indulgence in which his eyes scanned those pretty little features of hers before dropping to look around at the classroom. one thing could be said about her teaching kindergarten - the room never looked the same. he noticed that she was currently hanging up drawings and that was a slight change but it was more than that. he knew kids. he knew how rarely they put away things in the exact same way and with a mind made for analytical thinking, it wasn't hard for him to spot the subtle differences since the last time he'd been there.
a misplaced crayon. writing on a desk. a stain in the carpet. he felt the corners of his mouth twitch up as he looked around the classroom. dane loved kids - maybe he didn't have any of his own but he loved them and he definitely wanted to be a father one day. maybe that day wasn't coming any time soon but he could imagine it. monni as his wife. little danes or little monicas running around leaving messes. he knew that it wasn't as easy as a simple daydream to be a parent. there was a lot of not sleeping and cleaning up and getting headaches and everything that people never mentioned when talking about their children because everyone liked to imagine that their kids were perfect angels. but he had a feeling that he could put up with it if he had a child of his own. after all, little kids were some of the most artistic people in the world...even if it wasn't regular classic art. there was something to be respected in that, right?
speaking of...he turned look at the pictures that melanie was hanging up, his smile getting more evident as he looked at the individual drawings. they were so juvenile with no aesthetic appeal at all yet somehow they were charming. he could see why parents would desire to hang them up on the fridge or frame them to show their friends. there was something innocent about them. nothing forced. nothing trying to be projected but just what those kids had in their minds and maybe it was a little naive but it was still art. and it made him happy in a way that he'd found that he couldn't be when looking through text books. "i wanted to see you," he responded to her asking what he was doing there, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms across his chest. "and i was bored and had time. but the former more than the latter." he stared up at all the drawings. "do you want help with those?"
notes, haha hopefully this didn't suck too badly!
thanks brooklyn from caution
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Post by melanie on Apr 4, 2012 16:03:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 404 ( TAGGED ) DANE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Melanie had always been a total people person. She loved people, loved getting to know them, what they liked, what they liked to do. She wasn’t a people pleaser, per se. Of course, Mel loved when people were happy. On the other hand, she didn’t forget herself to make someone happy. She wouldn’t let go of her beliefs or let herself be walked on just to make someone happy. But, she did enjoy going out of her way to cheer someone up, especially her friends and family. Her loved ones meant everything to her. If it weren’t for them, she’d be nowhere. And that’s the reason she was so caught up in her sister’s life. Once, Mac has said that Mel was too involved with her and Stryker to be living her own life, and angrily, Mel had snapped back that if Mackenzie would take care of her own son, Melanie wouldn’t have to do it for her. The sisters had gone a couple of days without speaking after that, and since then, they hadn’t gotten in many fights. Melanie still had her own life. She had friends, got together with some of her fellow teachers, things like that. She just also happened to sort of have a son.
"i wanted to see you.” Looking over at Dance, Melanie smiled. Jeez, she was a smiley person. ”Well you know I always love to see you!” she said happily. It was true, Mel loved having Dane’s company. Plus, it was nice to have someone to talk to while she was cleaning up for the day. "and i was bored and had time. but the former more than the latter. do you want help with those?” Laughing, she replied, ”Well hopefully I can help you out with the boredom aspect. Of course! Just grab some tacks, and start hanging.” She brushed a bit of dark hair from her face and hung up another picture. ”So what do you think, Mr. art major? Do we have any potential here?” Mel glanced over at him, her eyes dancing with light as she waited for his response. Of course, the drawings were nothing special. Some, you couldn’t even distinguish what they could be. But they meant something to Melanie. While some of the other teachers thought art and music were a waste of time, Mel thrived on the creativity, and she thought her students did as well.
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