Hey there D E L I L A H {Winn}

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

.Hey There Delilah.
.Whats It Like In New York City.
.I'm A Thousand Miles Away.
.But Girl.
.Tonight You Look So Pretty.
.Yes You Do.


Blake sat on the park bench. Her aqoustic guitar strapped arround her neck she was strumming it to the tune of Hey there Delilah by the Plain White T's. Who wouldn't love that song. Blakes blonde hair hung down as well as her cross necklace. Blakes Religion was of course Jewish. She belived in Jesus, Not God. But none of this really mattered.

She wore grey and white striped leggings, a cut short jean mini skirt, A black longsleeve shirt under a navy hodded sweatshirt. That was all she needed. Peace and quiet, She actually hated it. Peace was okay and quiet was just unacceptable. She needed to Socalize with someone. Anyone.

[WINN HOLDEN BRANTON.]

It was nice out today, just warm enough to remind Winn of home. Back home where an eighty on the thermometer seemed ample reason to grab a jacket, where it never snowed... His freshmen year was the first time he'd ever even seen the stuff in large quantities- he wasn't ready for it. He'd always assumed that over a foot of snow was a freak accident, a strange thing... So when he woke up one morning and found a thick blanket of it covering the lawn, he spent all of Saturday morning playing in it. He probably looked like an idiot, but that was okay- it was just something he needed to do, something he'd needed to do when the first snow came every year.

But days like this, warm and sunlit and summery, days like this reminded him of Miami, which reminded him of his druggie mother, his crazy father, his nineteen year old stepfather... No, he didn't exactly have your average family. No, he didn't mind in the least. Even if he hadn't warmed up to Caleb as much as he probably could have, he didn't mind the kid. It's not like he tried to act like his dad, like he could have. No, he understood the downright absurdity of the situation- all Winn and Caleb would probably ever be acquaintances, at best.

Instead of thinking about all of this, though, Winn had decided to don a pair of shorts and a rather small band tee (it was from when he was in grade eight, but he still liked the band and it fit okay, so he still wore it) and slipped on some black flip flops to take a walk around the city. Spending almost two years living in Toronto meant that Winn had at least a decent knowledge of where to go and where not to go in the city- some parks were good, others bad. some restaurants had food that tasted amazing, others that made your stomach hurt the entire night afterward. It was all a matter of trial and error with these things. Luckily, Winn had enough free time to try them out.

A park sounded like a good idea. Jamming his hands into his shorts pockets, Winn walked to the nearest park- it wasn't his absolute favourite, but he felt like walking and all the ones he liked would either take around an hour to walk to or a cab fee, both things he wasn't planning on doing. The one closest to Harbin was nice, though- green lawn, lots of benches, the like. There were no swings, usually no street musicians with their eccentric songs, but Winn appreciated the silence all the same.

But instead of silence, Winn was met with the sound of a popular song. He couldn't quite remember the name of it- never really listened to the radio or anything, so he was usually a bit behind on music trends. Music was okay- he usually went to this park to sit around and be by himself, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he didn't feel like spending the day alone- so whoever it was behind the fingerpicked chords, they'd have to do with Winn.

Blake. She was a sophomore, Winn knew that much. Music major? It was a stretch- in this day and age, let's face it, everyone plays the guitar- but he faintly remembered her saying that she was. Or maybe he just thought he did... Music major. let's just go with that until proved otherwise. "Wello, hello there," He said brightly when she was finished, sitting on the ground before her as if she were a teacher telling him a story. "how's it going up there?"

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

.Hey There Delilah.
.Whats It Like In New York City.
.I'm A Thousand Miles Away.
.But Girl.
.Tonight You Look So Pretty.
.Yes You Do.


Blake was Disturbed by a voice, Male to be prescise. "Wello,Hello There" and "Hows the weather up there?". This didn't even take time for Blake to think. "Oh It's fine" Blake said smirking just a bit "And hows the weather down there?".
For some reason Blake allways felt like she was thirteen. Maybe because of her personality? She didn't know. And It was a mystery how and why this teenager had came up to her and just started to talk to her.

Blakes Eyes tinted slightly down on the ground infront of her where the boy was sitting. He looked cute for his age, She was sure he was taller than her because she was only 5'3'. Her blonde hair with what looked to have some brown highlights. Was surprisingly sun bleached.

[WINN HOLDEN BRANTON.]

The girl seemed to be surprised, almost, at his voice- she might have just been very into her music, her guitar playing... "Oh It's fine" she said in response to his question, smirking a bit. "And hows the weather down there?". He cocked his head to the side a tad, smiling at what could be described as her youthful awkwardness... "Oh, it's pretty nice, thanks," he gave a soft tinker of a laugh, rolling onto his back and lookin up to her.

"What were you playing?" He asked idly, wondering if she'd play again. Maybe she was shy. He hoped not- he wanted to hear more. She seemed pretty short, very small... And He doubted that she remembered him from last year. "I'm Winn, by the way." He offered his name, closing his eyes to block out the sun as it reappeared from behind a cloud. "I go to Harbin, too."

gah. Short.

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

.Hey There Delilah.
.Whats It Like In New York City.
.I'm A Thousand Miles Away.
.But Girl.
.Tonight You Look So Pretty.
.Yes You Do.

Blake nodded smiling a small smile."Oh, It was Hey There Delilah By The Plain White T's" She responded to his question of what the song was. Her hand was still on the guitar and the other was along the top of the edging of the guitars neck. "Nice to meet you, I'm Blake" She said with a little spark into her voice.

She felt like wanting to play again but just lightly played some of the strings to 1234 by , Again;the Plain White T's. Blake liked to be Called Bee, Or Blay. Lakie was what her cousins called her when she was a baby, But If you really wanted to pick on her then you would call her Lakie. The only people that called her Lakie was her Uncle,Grandparents and Older Cousins.

[WINN HOLDEN BRANTON.]

Hey there... Delilah. Plain White tees. Truth be told, he'd never even heard of them- or the song. He sort of wished he was more into 'the loop' with things like that, Listen to the radio, watch television... He always missed those strange fads. The cool stuff. "Can't say I've ever heard of that one," He admitted with a shrug, opening his eyes now that the sun had hid again, behind the clouds and trees.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Blake" Yes, Blake. He nodded slightly, not wanting to let her know that yes, he'd remembered her form the year prior- that would be a little creepy. Winn didn't find it creepy, but society did- remembering someone was a no-no, if they didn't remember you. it was just the way things were. Stupid society. She slid into another song, more open chords with a slow little lick... It wasn't a Hendrix solo, but it was nice and sweet, a half-smile reverberating from her acoustic. "Well, very nice to meet you, Blake." He smiled, silently urging her to continue playing. It was nice, calming.

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

.Hey There Delilah.
.Whats It Like In New York City.
.I'm A Thousand Miles Away.
.But Girl.
.Tonight You Look So Pretty.
.Yes You Do.

"I'm guessing you're a Junior at Harbin?" Blake said shrugging and half-smiled letting her shoulders fall back down. What a dramatic change in subject.. She wasn't even looking at the guitar [Well t's hard to her] While playing. But then she looked back down for a few more strings and then paused for a few seconds, inhaling and exhaling. She began to let her fingers dance across the strings.

Then when 1234 ended she started to strum slowly to the song 'America Sweethearts' by Fall Out Boy.Pete Wentz looked like he was emo and talked like he was gay, But It turned out that pete was straight and he in-fact WAS emo. Who cares? He was still the sexiest emo kid on the planet. Blake looked more emo or 'emotionally depresssed' than her personality was.

[WINN HOLDEN BRANTON.]

"I'm guessing you're a Junior at Harbin?" Winn nodded, adjusting his shirt- it had slid up his torso as he had laid down, and he hadn't noticed it until the slight breeze tickled the sensitive skin on his belly. He lifted his hips slightly to jam the shirt down, playing with the hem as he answered.

"Yeah, yeah," He answered. "Theatre major. Good stuff." He grinned, listening to her play some songs- he didn't know any of them, but they were interesting and filled up the silence, which was always a good thing. "How long have you been playing?" he asked her, nodding at the guitar. "I wish I could play in instrument. I can sing, though, which is good, I guess."

again, short >.<

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

"Four years... I think maybe three and a half" Blake
said as she continued to let her fingers go against the
strings. "You're lukcy you can sing... To me when
I sing, I consider it to be sounding like a Dying Cow"
Blake nodded laughing a bit at her ownmistakes.


Theatre Major huh? Quite Interesting. Blake always found
plays like 'Cats' To be really good plays. She'd allways
wanted to see a Theatre on Brodway. Sadly Blake was one of
those so called 'Low Lifes' in the crowd. If she was a low life
how come Angelina Joelie and Micael Jackson were famous?

[WINN HOLDEN BRANTON.]

Four years? "Wow, and you got into Harbin on, what, two years?" he was rather impressed- He'd been acting for his entire life and even then, it was close, whether or not he was accepted. He was good- really good- but it just took a lifetime to get the talent that you need to be accepted into a place as prestigious as Harbin. Maybe she had money, though. Money always wavered the stakes. Winn was here for absolutely free, so he had to be amazing to get them to spend their own money to teach him.

"You're lucky you can sing... To me when I sing, I consider it to be sounding like a Dying Cow" Winn giggled slightly- "Dying Cow?" He grinned, rolling onto his stomach and playing with her shoelaces- he wasn't exactly a shy person. Physical contact was never reserved for the super-close and intimate for him. He was a huggy person, a cuddler. He would play with the girl's shoelaces if he wanted to, god damnit. "I've heard of a cat, a dog, maybe even a baby, but never a dying cow noise,"

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

Blake nodded to his question "Yeah, Pretty much"
"Well Someones got to say it sooner or later" Blake
laughed a bit. That did sound silly. A dying cow? Now that
was a new one. Blake wasn't even sure what time it was in the
weekend but she was sure it was somewhere around 12:00
AM.

blake watches him play with her shoes. This was somehow
entertaining to watch him play with her shoes. His hair was
black and he seemed somewhat muscular.(psh!!!
Somewhat?!?!) Blake was a tanner thinner more skinnier than
most of the girls at Harbin. She was he shortest no doubt.

[WINN HOLDEN BRANTON.]

"Yeah, Pretty much. Well Someones got to say it sooner or later"

A that, Winn giggled- a soft, tinkering sort of noise that would have sounded weird from most guys but fit perfectly with the junior's appearance, demeanour- He didn't really mind the fact that he was a bit... effeminate. He was made fun of it at his old school when he still pretended to be straight, but now that he was here, it didn't seem to matter much. He was in musicals, people probably just expected it of him- girlie voice. missing the manly swagger in his step.

"Well, at least you acknowledge it," he answered with a smile. "Some people try and try and try to sing but can't understand the fat that they just aren't very good." He rolled over to sit up, crossed-legged in front of her and still playing with her laces. He kept her attention with strange, mundane questions as he untied the laces, quickly looped them together- he was such a meanie, he knew. Tying a girl's shoelaces together like that? When he finished, he grinned and stared at his work, hopping up and grabbing her guitar, skipping to the other side of the park childishly. He strummed the open strings of the guitar, picking out a sloppy, uneducated rhythm. "Can't catch me! Can't Catch me!" he sung, that big grin on his face.

OOC: Winnie, muscular? HAH. Kid's a lankster twig

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

Blake laughed. "You know this isn't immature at all" she giggled
sarcastically as she got up and tried to walk normally, But her attempt
failed and she fell backward. Once Blake sat up she looked at her
laces. "Hilarious" Blake shouted as she untied them and tied
them again so they were normal. She jogged after him and the guitar,
Her hair bounced on her back.

Finally she caught up to him. Still jogging. Yay. "I'm guessing this
is what you'd call funny" Blake smiled still jogging a bit behind
him and then a little kid ran in front of her. Blake stopped in her
tracks, Accidentally knocking the youngster (who uses that word
anymore) over. "Oh" Blake gasped "Are You okay?" she
asked squatting down to the child's hight.

[WINN HOLDEN BRANTON.]

"You know this isn't immature at all"

Winn grinned- "It isn't?" He asked, a face of mock-horror. "I'll just have to try harder then!" He laughed, holding the guitar tight to him and running further away as she fell backward. In Winn's eyes, this was Hilarious. Absolutely. This was the best moment of his life... At least, until something better came around. He lived in bursts, it was okay. "Hilarious"

By Then, Winn was on the other side of the park, holding the thing over his head- all this time he'd made sure he'd had a firm, tight grip on the thing, not wanting to drop it. He'd feel bad, and didn't have the money to buy her a new one- which he would ultimately end up doing.

I'm guessing this is what you'd call funny" Winn grinned, slowing down and letting her catch up to him- "Well yes it is!" He grinned, about to walk towards her, hand her the instrument when... "Oh!" Blake had run into a little kid- knocked him clean on his face. "Oh my god, Blake!" Winn choked through his fit of laughter, doubling over at the sight- he felt bad for the kid, sure, but that was just too funny.

[BLAKE LYNN CONOLAIR]

The child turned around. "Are You okay?" Blake asked wide-
eyed and dead-serious. The child nodded " I Okay" he said
smiling to Blakes surprise. Blake smiled "I'm sorry" She said.
"Is okay" He nodded standing up and running away over by
the slide where his friends were.

Blake sighed and fell backwards. 'I'm just going to lay here until I
die' She thought to herself. Her legs spread out and her arms
spread out and she started to make wood chip angles. Awkward for a
sixteen year old girl.