Turtle smirked at Eli's remark about taxis, looking over her shoulder as she pulled out, steering the wheel. "Do you think we all changed?" Turtle glanced at Eli. "I mean I didn't so much, but I think the others changed quite a bit. Maybe its just me." She shrugged. She tried to start a conversation, because she just hates the quiet.
((I had detention! Sorry! >.< Its not my fault my teachers a bitch!))
Up ahead, her eyes unobstructed by any bulky, constrictive helmet, Izzie caught sight of the old house. They were rapidly approaching the humble abode that rested on the coast beside the sea--Izzie could feel the air inflected with the feel and scent of salt, the aura of the ocean as they drew nearer. How long has it been since I swam? she couldn't help but wonder as she saw the dark cerulean surface of the sea. She could remember she'd actually learnt to swim for the first time when she'd been here five years ago, but upon reflection, she hadn't so much as dipped her feet into the sea, or a lake, or so much as a swimming pool, not since. She had no fear or dislike of water, or of the ocean--one of her lifelong dreams, after all, being to see the beaches her own country of Brazil was so famous for--but since then, it had never really struck her. Wonder if I can even still do it.
Her motorcycle came at last to a stop before the towering structure of the old building. She looked up at it--this place had been her home for one all-too-brief summer, long before the apartment she now struggled to maintain and afford through an honest living. Probably full of all kinds of mold and insects and pests and other nasty-ass merda, she thought to herself--after all, it was to be expected after five years that the house would probably have obtained some...new residents. Well, she was familiar with that--being no stranger to old, subpar living quarters, Izzie could not bring herself to regard it as a particularly horrifying prospect, though without a doubt there'd have to be some kind of cleansing of the house if they were gonna be living there again, because Izzie sure as hell wasn't keen on finding out the hard way halfway through the night a massive fucking tarantula had laid claim to the room she used to sleep in.
Yeah, you only needed that to happen to you once before you started making sure.
Alice ran up, tossing her motorcycle helmet aside and sitting down on the steps. "It's so great to be home!" she howled up to the sky. "Freedom, we have arrived!" Izzie couldn't conceal a smile at her excitement. Well, everyone here's probably pretty excited, I'm guessin'. Not least of all her stony-faced self. Anticipation mounting within, Izzie silenced the Harley-Davidson and dismounted, stepping not towards the house but towards the shore it faced, watching the ocean--almost, she felt, just like she had five years ago. She hadn't changed at all since then, not even the way her rosewood eyes reflected the shimmering depths of the sea and sent waves of melancholy and discontent back to the azure surface.
[[One day without thirty posts will not kill the RP. :P]]
Vinny entered and just looked around, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. He headed towards his old room and found that the door was still locked. He just smirked and felt around the floor for his old tools. He spent a good two minutes looking before he found what he was looking for, his old bobby pin. He had stolen it from his mom and used his door for practice to pick locks. His skills were rusty from not being used, but after a few moments he had picked the lock and turned the knob. When Vinny walked in he was greeted by his posters, his bed, and his CD collection. He walked towards his CDs and slid his fingers down the bindings. He listed off various artists: Eminem, Avenged Sevenfold, Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Bowling for Soup. "It feels nice to be home." Vinny said walking into the living room.
Walking in he noticed Alice already getting out the memories. She was laughing a picture of her blonde self. He smiled and took the picture. He laughed and pointed at her and then smiled apologetically, obviously trying to get her to know, that he is just joking around. It sucks when you can't speak he thought. Then he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes, his notebooks! He grinned and picked them off. He flipped through them, and noticed old conversations he had with Ellie. Other's with Pierce about music. How he had told them about his problem with his vocal cords and how he can't talk. So many memories were coming back.
Walking in the living room,"I just love this place." He remembered when the group would sit and talk and chat while Pierce played hhis guitar to bring some type of mood to the room. Oh, how colorful his hair was, it was blue, green, and black. Nothing changed but, the style of clothes he wore, and his hair color, which he dyed it many, many times, and finally chose a color that fits him best. He smiled as he remembered all the colors of the rainbow.
Back home he had to take two buses just to get to the doctors. If someone was losing an arm… they where screwed. Eliot looked towards Turtle and smiled again. It didn’t matter how much things had changed. This was still his home.
Alice walks in the girls old room and sees the bed farest away from the door and window because she used to sleep walk. It always ended with someone having to save her from the water saying she could have died.
She lays her small bag on the dirty matress before taking out the sheet she brought from home. She sits on the bed andc just lays there wondering what her parents are thinking about her running away again after she swore she wouldn't do it again. She bits her lip to help from letting out a single tear. She knows she shouldn't care but she worried about her younger brother who was awake when she left. Alice didn't know she was right at her five year old brother was there when she went out her window to send those letters.
He smiled and then laid on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling. There was a picture of this mother up there. It was small, but he could still see the smile on her face. No one else knew about his mother. They asked, but he had just said/wrote down, that he missed her and like to have her picture along. It was the truth, but it meant something totally different to him. He really missed his mother, and he could never see her again. He closed his eyes and that thought and then turned over in his bed. He sat up and suddenly sneezed because of the dust.