Kodak Moment [Open]

[flightlessangel]

Teagan Scott sat on the musty gray wood of the old bench, staring at the bay's misted waters with hooded eyes. He was tired from the trek he had completed that day; a full twelve miles he had walked, lugging his backpack (which, circumstantially, held his entire life) and a few extra bags used for foor or camera storage. Plus, he reached behind himself to rub at his lower back with a shallow groan, his guitar. That heavy sonufffa bitch was enough to make his back hurt for days, all because he had wanted the Takamine CP132SC classic, just like the Eagles used in Hotel California Live. Damn his love of music.

All right, not really, but he needed to blame something other than himself for his backache and sore feet.

Teagan ran a hand through his light brown hair, simultaneously fluffing his hair and scratching at his scalp. He smiled. Felt good. He moved his hand to the back of his neck, fingering the clasp of his rope necklace. He followed the cord down to the pendant and brought the statue up to his chin, where he rested it and bit softy on the bottom with his lip. Old habits die hard.

A boat's horn sounded on the water, seeming to ripple on the wind. It startled Teagan and he looked up, dropping his necklace so it bounced against his collarbone roughly, making a dull thunk. He made a face and rubbed it, but raised his hand to wave at the passing fishing boat flamboyantly. The horn sounded again and he grinned before reaching down to his backpack to pull out his SLR 35-mm camera. He brought it up to his chest, determined a rough direction of shooting, then placed it in front of his eye to snap a photo of the boat and its passengers, coming in for dinner.

Teagan placed his camera back in its case and sighed, looking at his things. He knew he had to leave the bay area soon, if not for dinner then for the night, but the trouble was he had no where to go. He wasn't quite sure where he was (he was aware that he was located in Cardiff, he just wasn't sure where to go in Cardiff), and topped over that was the weight of his backpack and guitar, along with his camera bag. He looked around the beach area, hoping to see someone on an evening walk, maybe with their dog, that he could ask for directions.

He wasn't quite sure how the Welsh acted to tourists, however. Hopefully, it wasn't anything like London.

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[girlfrommars]

Arabella walked along the beach near the bay. The wind blew through her hair. It made her feel calm and rested. It reminded her of the first time she came here, 7 years ago. She had come with her aunty and her dog. She had run along the sand like a three year old, having only ever been to the beach when she came to Cardiff on visits from London. She ran along the sand the same way she did when she was 16. She stopped suddenly and sank into the sand.

She had to stop coming here. There were too many memories. Too many memories of her parents, her brothers, her then-best-friend Karen. Trying to forget she thought about what was for dinner tonight. She had better get back to her flat to make something. Getting up she turned around and headed towards the benches. The water was grey after the rain they had today, but was returning to its natural blue tinge. As she got closer to the benches, she noticed someone sitting there. It was a boy with blonde hair, about her age. She walked over to him and sat down, watching the water. A quick chat wouldn't really matter. Dinner could wait. “Hi. It’s quite calming sitting here isn’t it?” she smiled. She turned to the boy and held out her hand. “I’m Arabella.”

~*~Sorry if it's too short~*~

[flightlessangel]

<<you're fine. it's a great reply! i'm just glad Teagan gets to chat>>

He watched her walk up to him, then sit on the bench. Good, now he didn't have to go looking for someone. Which was better for everyone: he didn't have to cart around all his stuff, and some poor innocent bystander wouldn't be harassed by a young musician. And a foreigner to boot. Teagan had noticed, during his trek across Europe, that people in their home country weren't too keen on foreigners. He smiled to himself, his hands rested on his knees, hands clasped and lightly touching his chin. The water, slowly swirling back to a blue-gray, was sloshing before them. The sand, dingy with both the darkening sky and a few bits of trash from the bay, was damp. Teagan turned his head towards the girl; his mess of blonde hair whipped this way and that in the slight wind.

"Yeah, calming." He smiled, his Australian accent came out clearer than a bell, even in his own ears, after a few years of school and touring around the UK. But that was alright, it gave him something from home he could never lose.

She introduced herself as Arabella. She had dark hair brown-almost black, and light eyes. Teagan studied her face quickly as she spoke. Almost hazel, maybe? She had a pretty face.

He smiled again and unclasped his hands, reaching his right out for her to shake. "I'm Teagan. Nice to meet ya'." His ear itched. He reached up with his free hand to scratch it; the wind blew at his sleeve, making a 'whap' noise as the fabric was caught in the current of air. The collared shirt he was wearing, unbuttoned at the top, was flaring slightly in the wind, revealing his totem necklace to the almost-deserted beach. He let his arm dropped before the girl beside him was struck by his flapping jacket.

"What are you doin' out here? Live in the area?" A glimmer of hope sparkled in his eyes. Maybe she knew where a hotel was, where he could stay. Maybe. And a cheap restaurant. His stomach rumbled; he placed his hand over it softy, but didn't think Arabella heard. The roar of the water hitting the shore from wake of the passing boat was a little loud.

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[girlfrommars]

~*~I just want to say that I hope I don’t offend anyone out there if they do have really odd names or know someone with an odd name or whatever and if I do offend you I am truly sorry because you are probably awesome and it doesn’t really matter what your name is and I know heaps of people with weird names that are awesome like Lenita and Takara and stuff and now I’m just rambling and I might go and die in a hole… Anyways heres my post. Sorry its been a long time coming =]~*~

Arabella studied the boy out of the corner of her eye. He was quite cute. Teagan, his name was. It was a different sort of a name for a boy, but then again there were lots of names that were now considered unisex. Take Tyler for example. Or Shannon. Or Angel. Ariel. Who would call their little boy Ariel or Angel? I can understand it’s cute for a little girl, but when the girl grows up… or the boy…People these days. Calling their kids odd names. Like Princess. Now that is an odd name. Girls names for boys and boys names for girls she could stand, but ones like Princess or King? That was just way too far. Or calling your kid Baby. Its not always going to be a baby!

Realising she had gone off track, even if it was in her own head, she stared out to the sea. London was that way. All that way she had come, even if it was on a train. She had finally done something to be proud of. Her. Arabella Emilee Willow had done something that she could finally think of that was important.

She was brought back to the present by Teagan asking her a question. “I live in a block of apartments a few streets away. Its not too far from here so it’s quite handy because I come here a lot, just to get away from it all,” she replied.

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[flightlessangel]

Oh, believe me. Nobody is offended  And I’m sorry for taking so long. I hurt my arm really badly, couldn’t work, and then I had a lot of life issues…So this will be neither long or well-written. I haven’t actually replied to ANYTHING in a while heheh

Teagan smiled curiously. “Get away from all of what, exactly? You don’t seem like the kind of girl who carries around a lot of baggage.” He shrugged before scratching idly at his shoulder where his camera strap had tickled his skin. “In your head, I mean. Not physical baggage, obviously.” He laughed lightly, the sound coming out slightly as a snort. “You don’t have much.”

“Actually, I’m from Australia… Mackay, to be exact.” He chuckled when she asked if his bags were for work. “If only.” He motioned to his camera and his guitar. “But what kind of career lets you tag these girls along, yeah?” He shook his head and smiled at Bella, scanning over her face quickly. She was proud of something, he could see it in the way she smiled. She was happy about something too. Maybe meeting him? His ego flared. Yeah, because all girls in the world think about you, right?

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[girlfrommars]

“In your head, I mean. Not physical baggage, obviously.”

Bella smiled on the inside. At least someone noticed her, even if it was just some random she had only just met. Even if he was a cute random.

“Actually, I’m from Australia… Mackay, to be exact.”

“Nice. I’ve never been to Australia, but I’d like to go there some time,” she commented. Australia seemed like a good place to be. It was far away.

“Sorry, not good with careers,” she laughed. “Mine didn’t work out to well. Do you have a job or are you just seeing the world before you decide on one?” she asked.

~*~Sorry it took so long!~*~

[girlfrommars]

Are we still going with this thread?

[flightlessangel]

SORRRRRYYYYYY!!!!!! Time has SERIOUSLY gotten away from me. School started up again, my schedule is COMPLETELY wonky, and my personal life has been a bit rocky since I moved out of my house and in with three complete strangers. Pande can vouch for that-- I play babysitter to a bunch of party animals. Sorry again dear, I'm working on getting things together again

Teagan thought about what she said for a second, wondering what the most appropriate answer would be. I left school to backpack it across Europe, hoping I'll find my true calling? Love lost? Hoping to find the aliens and this secret organization milling about? Really, there wasn't much to branch off in the ways of conversation, especially on the bay side. Speaking of...

Teagan looked up at the cloudy sky, the sun's last few rays poking holes in the picturesque billows above. He needed to find a hotel somewhere close by he could crash in.

"I, uh..." He lost his train of thought for a moment before pulling back into station with a snap of his fingers. "I came here for university, but that was to London... the old man made me go. But I caused a bit of a brothel... We had a blue about my life. Where I was going, all that sort of thing. So... I packed up my camera, tied up my Docs and got outta there. Been bushtracking over Europe ever since. Taking pictures." He smiled at her, hoping his explanation would go well. His lingo was a bit off, but that's what you got when you added an Australian to Pommie territory.

The lamppost behind them flickered on suddenly, illuminating their faces in a rather odd light. It was getting late, then, for him to check in somewhere. But... he rather liked the sheila in front of him. Maybe they could run off, get a drink somewhere. Make something with their nights.

"Hey, is there a grog shop somewhere close? I need a coldie. What say you, wanna rage?" He gave her a charming smile as he reached for his backpack and guitar case, starting to place the straps on his shoulders.

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[girlfrommars]

Bella listened to what Teagan had to say. She’d never thought about packing her bags and leaving, as he had done. She’d done it to come to Wales, but it was slightly different England to Wales than Australia to England. Then again, artists get up and leave and travel everywhere for their work. She assumed he was an artist, with the camera and guitar he was lugging around.

She jumped slightly as the lamppost behind the bench turned on. She had to stop doing that – jumping at things that aren’t scary. Like lampposts. She noticed it had gotten slightly colder. And later. She should probably go home and –

"Hey, is there a grog shop somewhere close? I need a coldie. What say you, wanna rage?"

That could wait. “Sure, there’s a few pubs and clubs on the street not far away, and there’s a store somewhere there too,” she smiled back. “Where do you want to go?”

[flightlessangel]

Teagan gave her a quick smile as he grabbed his things, his camera bouncing against his ribs. Back and forth, like the waves he had been photographing not too long ago. "Any place open all night? I have a feeling I'm not gonna catch any Zeds tonight-- no place to. It's too late around here to get a hotel, yeah? It's what I figure, at any rate, so I'd be better off staying up all night." He forgot how much he liked talking to people. That had always been something he was good at, making friends.

"What's you favorite place to rage? I'll buy the first shout, you just lead the way." He gave her a goofy grin and threw his guitar over his shoulder, cocking his head towards the bay-front and other clubs. "Lead on, Spunky."

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