TSiegel
I spoil things.
OOC: This RP, like the other one a few days ago...is story-line based, which means unless the particular person I talk to about it posts.....this would be as if it never happened, and is strictly to build up storylines. That said, apologies to anyone having the ideas to respond in RP.
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(Fadein, Cruise, on his back porch. Cruise, dressed in blue jeans, a solid-white T-shirt, strums his guitar abit, as he looks out to the darkness of night sky. Standing up from his chair, he walks back into his house and puts his guitar back on the stand, and straps it back up. Walking into his bedroom, he goes into an Oak-syled desk of his and pulls open a few drawers, shuffling through some papers. Finally, after reaching deep into the back of the last drawer, he pulls out a medium sized book, covered with dust. He smiles as he takes a deep breath and blows the dust off and wipes it clean with a nearby tissue. Cameron had found his old Journal. The same one he used when he had been on the Cruise Liner tour when he met Mercedes for the first time. As he flipped through it, he remembers some of the notes that he had written down, the memories coming back to him as he turns each page. Finally, satisfied with what he found, he set it down on the desk. Man, what it would feel like to just get his thoughts written down on paper again. The feeling of just venting his frustrations and his thoughts without having to worry about being admonished or criticized for what he said. He was going to write again, and do so tonite. But for now, he became hungry, so he took one final look at the book and then walked out of the room, to make some dinner.)
Fadeout.
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(Fadein, Cruise, on his back porch. Cruise, dressed in blue jeans, a solid-white T-shirt, strums his guitar abit, as he looks out to the darkness of night sky. Standing up from his chair, he walks back into his house and puts his guitar back on the stand, and straps it back up. Walking into his bedroom, he goes into an Oak-syled desk of his and pulls open a few drawers, shuffling through some papers. Finally, after reaching deep into the back of the last drawer, he pulls out a medium sized book, covered with dust. He smiles as he takes a deep breath and blows the dust off and wipes it clean with a nearby tissue. Cameron had found his old Journal. The same one he used when he had been on the Cruise Liner tour when he met Mercedes for the first time. As he flipped through it, he remembers some of the notes that he had written down, the memories coming back to him as he turns each page. Finally, satisfied with what he found, he set it down on the desk. Man, what it would feel like to just get his thoughts written down on paper again. The feeling of just venting his frustrations and his thoughts without having to worry about being admonished or criticized for what he said. He was going to write again, and do so tonite. But for now, he became hungry, so he took one final look at the book and then walked out of the room, to make some dinner.)
Fadeout.