Post by walker on Aug 1, 2012 17:05:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh261/Warrior-Tales/jasonpt.png); width: 448px; height: 360px] [style=margin-top: -18px] The woods were very calming. They had about them an essence of serenity, that could make anyone feel at home. The trickling of a little stream off to one side, the rustle of the wind through the trees. Birds calling out sing-song warnings for one another. It all came together in a perfect harmony, with the rhythm and tune that could never be captured by any instrument. Man, it seemed, could never fully understand what was out in the woods that made them so spectacular. People came here to be filled with inspiration, and to escape the maddening redundancy of the mundane world. In the forest, all was quiet. It was far more silent here than in the world, and the raging noises that swirled unearthly throw the air were far gone from this place. Here everything sang out in time, audible and yet unable to be interpreted. It was pretty music, but it was complete, unmoving quiet. The timidness of the forest here was a perfect place to hide away from the world for a while and think. And that was exactly what Jason needed. He had just come from two hours of band practice, where he was lead guitar and backup vocalist. Sitting next to a drummer for several hours warranted some silent meandering through a meadow, pondering life and feeling free. His head was full of ideas that buzzed like the bees in springtime, and he began to ask himself a million questions. The trick was being able to answer them. These moments of self-discovery were highly enjoyable with Jason. He loved to see what he could come up with, and often he found himself turning his thoughts into half-finished song lyrics. There was a drawer full of them back at home. He never looked at them again, because he did not feel that they were worth his time. In the future, maybe, but as of right now he had to curb his writing in place of more important things, like learning new skills on the guitar, and preparing for school that would be starting shortly. Jason might be a dreamer, but he knew when to put them on the shelf for a better time. Today was not the best day to be writing another collection of new songs. So instead, he decided to think about other things. Like his brother, for instance. Not the most pleasant thought, but it managed to occupy his mind enough now. Jackson was exactly two inches taller, and probably a hundred and fifty pounds heavier. All bulk and all muscle, without a bit of fat on him. He had the same face as Jason, only it was filled out with strength and power. Gone were the days of baby fat for Jackson. Jason, on the other hand, was still small and meek. He had strong arms, but they were nothing when compared with his brother. Identical twins they were, but they couldn’t be further apart, and they most certainly couldn’t look any different. Whereas most twins had some sort of unique connection, too, Jason and Jackson understood nothing of each other. To make matters worse, Jackson could not stand his younger twin. They were in different social circles, with polar opposite personalities. They were related by blood, but Jackson wanted nothing to do with Jason, and Jason was passive enough not to care if he was unloved. Jason sighed. It seemed that anything related to his brother was always heavy and weighted. Jackson was big, and his ego seemed even bigger. There was no pride in having a quiet, introverted musician younger brother who lacked social skills and charm. But Jason did not mind it one bit. He was happy to be left alone, sometimes not seeing his brother for days. He played his music to his heart’s content, never with a care in the world. There was so much joy in the silence, so much solace in being alone, that the missing friendship between brothers was ineffective at best on Jason’s morale. Kicking a small stick, Jason decided that controlling his own thoughts was no use. It was best to let them ramble and run together, lest the topics start to make him feel as gloomy as thinking about Jackson did. Jason simply stopped trying, and let the world fill him with the soft sounds and scents of the forest. And then it hit him. pounce ~tag thoughtful ~mood 735 ~words for when Poppy gets accepted c: ~notes |
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