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Post by mitchellclose on Feb 21, 2011 16:02:30 GMT -5
  sometimes i feel as cold as steel and broken like i'm never gonna heal
i see a light, a little grace, a little faith unfurls
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Mitch felt a tug on the leg of his jeans, and he stopped what he was doing, peering over the saddle he had been cleaning to see his one year old daughter, Skylar, peering up at him, fist clinging tightly to the denim fabric of his pants. He had brought her in here, rather than stay out in the barn area, it was warmer in here, definitely, and he didn’t want to expose her to too much cold. So she had been happily crawling around the floor of the lounge under his watchful eye, but was now obviously looking for a bit more attention.
Setting everything aside, he scooped her up, grinning at the sound of her laughter as she was swung up through the air. The baby was as blonde as her mother had been, with Mitch’s eyes, and he didn’t doubt that she would probably inherit his height when she was older as well. He sat her on his lap, one arm holding her carefully in place as she automatically snuggled up against his chest, what seemed to be her favourite sitting position. This was going to be a long and difficult process for sure, at least back home he had people he trusted there to look after her when he needed it. Oh well, he was going to be fine, he’d settle down here for as long as he needed to, and he would do the best he could.
“What do you think about the sound of a babysitter?” he asked, not expecting an answer from her of course, she was only one, the most she could come up with was ‘da’ and something that sounded like a half formed ‘bottle’. She looked up at him, as clueless as he knew she would be. “Yeah, I don’t really like the sound of it either,” he said, fixing up her jacket so it was sitting properly, rather than falling off her shoulders like it had been when he’d picked her up.
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Outfit coming
Muse Brick By Boring Brick – Paramore
Notes *flails about*
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Post by ERIN SOFIA LEWIS on Mar 2, 2011 21:00:01 GMT -5
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We walked in the sunshine
HAND IN HAND BABY
And danced in the moonlight
CHEST TO CHEST DARLING
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The weather wasn't amazing outside, and the spring climate didn't show any signs of appearing any time soon. Most people had gone home when the rain decided to pour down, but Erin was waiting for her mother to come back from the supermarket so was unfortunately stuck here in the meantime. Long blonde locks of hair slightly damp from the sudden downpour she had taken cover inside the lounge of the barn. Her light blue denim jeans tucked into her army style brown ankle boots were slightly damp as she rushed in through the door.
Her light blue eyes lifted up and looked around, rosey red lips setting together as they often did, giving her a stubborn appealing pout. Erin wasn't like most the girls around here, she did her own thing and she didn't care if they didn't like her because she wore make-up to the yard, or dressed as though she was heading out with friends and not in old riding gear. Her alternative personality didn't seem to fit in. She wasn't emo or anything but normal, she just had a strong stubborn personality and her fashionable flare meant she always looked nice.
Walking into the lounge she noticed a few familiar faces, some smiles others looked away. But she couldn't care less. She dropped down beside a guy who she knew was familiar at the yard, sitting back against the only spare seat within the range she was willing to walk. She sat back into the cushions and pulled out her blackberry. She hadn't particularly taken in anyone in the room yet, and was quite surprised that when she began to flick through her facebook some rather small hands suddenly came over her screen. For a second she paused, before her eyes fell gentle and a soft smile came to her face as she realized the familiar guy had a child on his lap.
Despite how she behaved, she was actually good with kids and they seemed to like her too. She gently loosened her grip on her phone and sat forward, "Hey cheeky." She said softly, holding the phone under the bottom to support its weight in the little girls hand. "You know anyone exciting we can call?" She cooed softly, something you wouldn't hear often from here. Infact, this side of her you wouldn't see often. She gently moved her posture, and looked at who she presumed was her dad and she again smiled, her rosey red lips parting to reveal white aligned teeth. "She's sweet." She said, tilting her head to the side. So was he.
OOC bleh, hope thats not too intrusive.
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Post by mitchellclose on Mar 5, 2011 4:31:04 GMT -5
SORRY I didn't see this, haha. I'll reply to it soon!
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