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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 19:32:39 GMT -5
Another boring day at EHWF. Storming Raven is starting feel like a ghost. He sits on a folding chair with his guitar and a far away thought full look in his eyes. He strums a chord on his guitar and begins to sing in a hollow haunting voice.
She'd trade Colorado if he'd take her with him
Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in,
And wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay,
She's answered by the tail lights
Shining through the window pane
He said I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then?
She said you're a ramblin' man
You ain't ever gonna change
You got a gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin'
At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln,
The night is black as the coffee he was drinkin',
And in the waitress' eyes he sees the same 'ol light is shinin',
He thinks of Colorado
And the girl he left behind him
He said I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then?
She said you're a ramblin' man
You ain't ever gonna change
You got a gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin' born for leavin'
Well it's a winding road
When you're in the lost and found
You're a lover, I'm a runner
And we go 'round and 'round
And I love you but I leave you
I don't want you but I need you
You know it's you that calls me back here, baby
Oh I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then?
Cause I'm a ramblin' man
I ain't ever gonna change
I got a gypsy soul to blame
And I was born for leavin',born for leavin'
When I close my eyes I see you
No matter where I am
I can smell your perfume through these whisperin' pines
I'm with your ghost again
It's a shame about the weather
But I know soon we'll be together
And I can't wait 'til then
I can't wait 'til then
TBC Katrina
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Post by katrina on Jan 24, 2012 20:05:12 GMT -5
Katrina, dressed in her black combat pants and a olive drab T-shirt, heard the man singing and playing guitar as she wandered around, getting to know the arena. She stops about halfway through his song, standing behind him quietly, listening on. Not really her type of music, but she smiles anyway and leans there stealthily. As he finishes up, she breaks her silence, clapping approvingly at him.
"Bien! Bien, señor. When can I buy the album?!" |
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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 20:11:31 GMT -5
*Storming Raven chuckles to himself.*
Music is more of a hobby of mine,senorita. I'm a professional ass kicker by choice.
Though Storming Raven was raised in Laredo,Texas he really didn't know much Spanish, but he had a thing for hispanic chicks and this one was pretty hot.
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Post by katrina on Jan 24, 2012 20:25:24 GMT -5
Katrina walks around in front of the man, who's name she still doesn't know. She extends her hand out to shake, admiring his guitar, even though she prefers electrics.
"Well that sounds.....fun. I'm Katrina by the way. Katrina Mendoza. ¿Como se llama?" |
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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 20:28:39 GMT -5
*Storming Raven stands and sits down his guitar. He takes her hand, but he does shake it. He pulls her close to him...looks deep into her eyes...and plants a passionate kiss on her lips.
The name's Storming Raven, the pride of the Cherokee nation. Don't you forget it senorita.
He winks and flashes a handsome dimpled grin.
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Post by katrina on Jan 24, 2012 20:37:31 GMT -5
Katrina, a little taken back by the sudden kiss out of nowhere, pulls away a little, showing an awkward smile. She doesn't know if they're accustomed to kissing like that as a greeting, so she didn't want to say that, so she just settles on playing dumb.
"Oooh, um, sorry papí. I have a novia, girlfriend. I didn't mean to like, lead you on or something."
She mentally facepalms at how bad she plays dumb. |
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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 20:39:45 GMT -5
*Storming Raven nods that handsome grin going a little cocky.
Ah, well one night with me and...Well ya know what they say, once you go Native, you won't be contemplative.
He winks again and smacks her on the ass.
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Post by katrina on Jan 24, 2012 20:59:54 GMT -5
Kat angrily pushes away from Storming Raven, an offended look on her face. THAT wasn´t just a custom. She gets her defensive look on her face, clenching her fists tight as her Latin temper flares wildly in her eyes.
"Woah woah, coño man. What are you doing? That´s your approach? Really? I know you don´t know me but come on. I´m not that easy cabrón. You need to take that act somewhere else. Comprendé?" |
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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 21:05:22 GMT -5
Storming Raven chuckles in a condescending manner.
Oh it's no act Senorita. I know you want it, deep down you know you do too. You're only lying to yourself.
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Post by katrina on Jan 24, 2012 21:24:36 GMT -5
Katrina calms down quickly, knowing the madder she gets, the more power this guy will get. Still her mind flies in the anger direction, questioning where he comes off touching her culo, especially so soon. She just shakes her head and walks past Storming Raven, as if she was going the way she came. Only she doesn't. She instead B-lines it towards his guitar, grabbing the neck securely and lifts it up in a playing position, but she gives the man a dominant, "I'm not playing with you" look.
"I don't think you're understanding me here, but everyone has a weak spot. May this be it? I mean it is a nice, a very nice guitar. Though I prefer a Les Paul. I mean if I drop this thing, it might break in half..." |
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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 21:28:02 GMT -5
Storming Raven begins to act scared.
Please don't, it's my life!
He then drops the mock fear.
Along with the other one hundred or so at home.
He laughs until tears come to his eyes and he wipes them away.
So if smashing the guitar will make you feel any better, to continue this act that you're not attracted to me, by all means, go ahead.
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Post by katrina on Jan 24, 2012 21:52:06 GMT -5
"If you say so..."
Katrina swings the guitar around, like she's gonna smash it on the ground. Instead, however, she smiles and takes it, turning her back on Storming Raven, playing it as she walks away without looking back. Feeling satisfied without violence is such a strange concept to her, but her actions make her chuckle happily to herself. |
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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 21:59:10 GMT -5
Storming Raven sighs and examines his nails.
So I guess you're not interested in the real reason I act like that.
He takes a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket,shakes one out and flips it in the air catching the filter end in his mouth. He takes a silver zippo from his pocket and lights it. He takes a long drawl and exhales through his nose.
I don't blame ya.
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Post by katrina on Jan 24, 2012 22:06:07 GMT -5
Katrina stops walking for a moment, and purposely hits a terrible chord as a sign of her disrespect. She looks over her shoulder, back at Storming Raven and shakes her head honestly.
"Not really. No man has an excuse to act like that. I love women because of people who act like that. I've been around the block too many times. The whole "emotionally scarred" thing. Mm mm. I put on corpse paint and stapled a break-up letter to my ex-boyfriend's forehead. You don't know me. I know your type though. I've seen it all before. Adios, amigo." |
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Post by stormingraven on Jan 24, 2012 22:14:15 GMT -5
Storming Raven nods, He is about to say something but he decides to not even bother. All in all it's just another brick in the wall. He puts his back to the wall and slides down in a sitting position, he takes another drag from his cigarette staring deep into the fiery ember on the end of his cigarette thinking of all he's done and all he's lost.
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