Post by §hannon on Dec 29, 2005 19:56:45 GMT -5
It was about time that another Round Robbin got added. So, here's a Red Eye one for you all.
Tell me what you think and add onto it!
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The Floridian sun reflected glints of its rays on the dew-drop coated leaves, as Jackson walked a familiar path down a familiar suburban street. His heart fluttered in his chest with each contact of his aching feet against the sidewalk. His shoes, once shiny, polished leather, were now worn and faded, just like his overall appearance. The aqua pigmented spark in his eyes dissipated amongst the clouds, as he found the house he was looking for.
Reisert.
Bad memories came crashing back into his mind with as much as a glance at the door that separated him from those harsh visuals of his past. He felt like his feet were permanently planted in the sidewalk crevices.
Lisa’s voice echoed throughout the depths of his mind.
“Don’t move…” her voice echoed.
Jackson clenched his heavy eyelids shut, shielding his eyes from the haunting visions. No matter how much shielding his eyes did, he still wasn’t protected from the haunting images of Lisa’s presence. Her porcelain-like face, framed by her perfect amber curls. She was a vision in which he couldn’t compare to any other person on this earth, no matter how hard he tried. He’d willingly admit that they didn’t understand each other. But more than anything, Lisa didn’t understand him. There was a barrier of complexity between their so-called relationship with each other that Jackson was determined to break. Through revenge? Maybe. It was hard to tell. But now, standing across the street from the Reisert residence, there was no turning back.
Jackson slowly opened his eyes and focused on the Reisert house. Rubbing his forehead, he very casually studied the windows and caught a glance of a male figure walking around the house.
Joe Reisert.
“Perfect timing for him to take a break from the Comedy Marathon…” Jackson thought sarcastically.
He walked further down the sidewalk to analyze the side of the house. Fighting the flashbacks, he continued surveying the house. Everything was exactly how he remembered it. Everything, except for one thing.
Tell me what you think and add onto it!
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The Floridian sun reflected glints of its rays on the dew-drop coated leaves, as Jackson walked a familiar path down a familiar suburban street. His heart fluttered in his chest with each contact of his aching feet against the sidewalk. His shoes, once shiny, polished leather, were now worn and faded, just like his overall appearance. The aqua pigmented spark in his eyes dissipated amongst the clouds, as he found the house he was looking for.
Reisert.
Bad memories came crashing back into his mind with as much as a glance at the door that separated him from those harsh visuals of his past. He felt like his feet were permanently planted in the sidewalk crevices.
Lisa’s voice echoed throughout the depths of his mind.
“Don’t move…” her voice echoed.
Jackson clenched his heavy eyelids shut, shielding his eyes from the haunting visions. No matter how much shielding his eyes did, he still wasn’t protected from the haunting images of Lisa’s presence. Her porcelain-like face, framed by her perfect amber curls. She was a vision in which he couldn’t compare to any other person on this earth, no matter how hard he tried. He’d willingly admit that they didn’t understand each other. But more than anything, Lisa didn’t understand him. There was a barrier of complexity between their so-called relationship with each other that Jackson was determined to break. Through revenge? Maybe. It was hard to tell. But now, standing across the street from the Reisert residence, there was no turning back.
Jackson slowly opened his eyes and focused on the Reisert house. Rubbing his forehead, he very casually studied the windows and caught a glance of a male figure walking around the house.
Joe Reisert.
“Perfect timing for him to take a break from the Comedy Marathon…” Jackson thought sarcastically.
He walked further down the sidewalk to analyze the side of the house. Fighting the flashbacks, he continued surveying the house. Everything was exactly how he remembered it. Everything, except for one thing.
fantastic job, both of you. *Cill bars abounds*
