

{ June 4th, 2014 | 10:30 A.M. | Memorial Park | Day 1 | 410 }
As soon as Roman left the property of his house, and was on the short walk to the park, he lit his cigarette up. Boy tugged and tugged, trying desperately to get to the ark in which seemed to be the dogs favourite place. To be quite frank, it was one of Romans too. It as better at home, at least.
Walking into the green scape area that often kids of the town hung out at, he glanced around at all the unfamiliar faces, before catching a glimce of one he knew. Well, make that two. Walking up to them he gave a small jerk of his hand in a wave, before removing the cigarette from his mouth and squishing it into one of those weird ashtray that seems to be built on top of public trash cans. He just caught the ending of Liam's love spiel. "You know what you need?" Roman stated to him, before unhooking his dogs leash and throwing a stick for him to fetch. "You just need another girl. Besides, Rose was not your type of girl, she was a bitch."


{ June 4th, 2014 | 10:30 A.M. | Memorial Park | Day 1 | 399 }
Daliah was her aunt yes, but ever since she was five she had been living in their house. Her mother and father where always so busy with the restaurant, and had little time to take care of such a growing child properly. So, her aunt offered to be a nanny of some sorts. She’s just never left.
Entering into the beautiful parks scenery, she sat herself comfortable underneath a beautiful oak tree, and opened her bag, pulling out a pencil and her sketch book in which she never went anywhere without. Glancing up from the pristine blank page, she tried to find a good scene to draw, but her eyes caught something else, her best friend Reece. Smiling, she began to sketch the girl who was sitting down with her nose so familiarly shoved in a book. It took her only a quick bit to sketch her in pencil.
Pushing herself up from the ground, she packed up her stuff back into her bag, and made her way over to the petite blonde girl, before sitting herself next to her, looking at the cover of the novel, she tilted her head to the side and let her chestnut brown hair fall over her shoulder. “Is that a new book?” She asked curiously.