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Sunshine Is Fuel For The Optimistic
Topic Started: Apr 13 2009, 12:54 AM (574 Views)
Arlette Fintan
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Arlette sighed pleasantly as she stretched out on the sand, the sun peaking out from behind a fluffy white cloud. The blinding rays stroked her skin and she pulled up her shirt a little, hoping to tan her nearly porcelain-colored skin. She doubted she would be able to get that much sun in the few minutes she had to spare, but it was nice enough to feel the sun's fingers on her skin and the breath of the earth caressing her naval.

"Ian, it's so nice today," she said, smiling at the black electric guitar that lay beside her. "The sun's so warm, and the breeze is just right. I know it won't stay like this forever, but I hope the clouds'll keep away for another ten minutes or so." Arlette ran her fingers over the belly of the instrument, brushing against its strings and causing it to emit a smooth array of notes. That guitar was the only thing Arlette had left of her life before the start of the utter destruction of the world. She took it everywhere with her and refused to let it out of her sight. It was also the only memento she had that reminded her of her older brother, Ian. If she lost it or it somehow got torn into pieces, her endless supply of happiness would possibly be cut off, and sadness would enter her heart. She never wished for that to happen, so she always kept the guitar well taken care of and very close to her. Always.

Arlette gently wrapped her fingers around the neck of the guitar, placed a hand behind her head, and closed her eyes. Right as she did so, the sun went behind a cloud, stretching shade over her body instead of the warm rays which she desired.

"Oh, come on," she complained, opening her eyes to glare at the cloud. "You're such a party-pooper, y'know that? You just want to keep the sun all to yourself. You don't want to share her with anyone."

The breeze picked up a little, forcing the cloud away from the sun. The valuable rays were once again stroking the pale skin on her stomach, arms, and face.

"Ha! The wind's in my favor today, cloud. You'll have to try again later. She giggled a little at her child-like thoughts and closed her eyes once more, allowing her skin to absorb whatever warmth and Vitamin D the sun had to give it.
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Damien-James Lucas Casteel
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"Who are you talking to, Arlette?" Damien stepped from the shadows of a nearby alleyway, looking at the brilliant red hair of Arlette Fintan, a girl he'd met after the end of the world, a girl who always had her guitar on her. DJ wished he'd had that much devotion to carry around his guitar with him, perhaps he'd have to make a point of it in the future.

"It's a beautiful day today, minus that one cloud, huh?" His hands were in the pockets of his hoodie. Normally he didn't wear sweaters, but today was a little more chilly that usual. "And that breeze. I could do without it."
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Arlette blinked and sat up, blushing slightly. "U-Um, the one single cloud up there," she said, pointing to the cloud that had just passed the sun. "And Ian." She motioned to the black electric guitar, which she now placed in her lap. "I always talk to him... More often when I'm alone..." She looked around--at the sand, the ocean, the warm sun in the sky--before making eye contact with DJ. "I sound like a chick from a looney-bin, don't I?" She giggled and flopped down on the sand once more, lightly singing to herself the words, "Looney girl from a looney bin, never wished to draw you in."

She stopped singing when she felt a tickle in her throat, clearing it in hopes of dispersing whatever phlegm had piled up within her voice box.

"Um, so, DJ, was it?" she teased lightly. "Watcha doing out here? Come to enjoy the sun or something? And I think the breeze adds to the atmosphere." She laughed a little and smirked at him.
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