[ADDISON;;OPEN]Boredom is never good for the soul*

[melody rose march]

Melody stood at the base of the world famous Eiffel Tower. Why? She came to see what it looked like of course. Her mother had taken her here when she was just a baby girl. When she was in America she bragged like crazy that she was born in France- Paris, France to be exact, but she was never able to brag that she had seen and been to the Eiffel Tower. However, now she could, yet she doubted she would ever return to the states. Her father was there and hopefully he would stay there. Despite the fact that Melody wanted to return to her hometown, she just couldn’t. Not with her father trying to track them both down. Plus, she didn’t want to go through all the pain and the beatings. Though most of all, she didn’t want to see her mother cry or see her mother beg on her knees ever again. Just the thought of her father beating them again made her cringe. Yet pushing those feelings aside she continued to gaze upward at the top of the steel structure.

Now, why was she still on the ground and not high above the streets of Paris? Well, Melody is terrified of heights. It’s not the fact that it’s so high that freaks her out. It was the thought that she would be in such deep thought that she would lean over the side and fall over, killing herself from the height. Thus, she happily stayed on the ground and sat herself down at a nearby table. Beside the frail table top was a pair of chairs. The other was left empty as she continued to gaze toward the sky.

After a while of silence, Melody couldn’t help but laugh lightly at both the chairs and the steel table. Both were quite weak looking, yet they still held up to her weight. They held a fancy design to them like most French objects. Things here were much more luxurious and fancy-looking compared to the things in America. As Melody noticed, things were cleaner. Things were nicer and people were definitely polite. Then again, Melody couldn’t speak French. She was working on it with her mom’s help, but her main language was still English and it would stay that way for a while.

Boredom was beginning to tug at her like the light grey scarf wrapped around her neck. She wore a matching light grey t-shirt and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans despite the fact that the morning opened up to warm weather. Sighing, she crossed her legs and continued to gaze out at the people walking around the tower, curious as to what they could be thinking at that very moment.

ooc;; grah sorry its so short D:

[addison morgan rose]

WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL

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DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO[/size]
SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS
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in times of boredom, addison usually found himself in the most random of places. at times he had been known to venture all the way into the other cities that made up france - merely because boredom had drove him there. on this day of sunshine and little to do, he found himself wandering along the sidewalk that led him directly to the eiffel town. addi, being the boring sod that he was, had never actually clasped his eyes upon the view before. he had often wondered why everyone was so enthralled by a simple tower. after all, there were many others in the world and this one was hardly more amazing than the others. however, being in this country, he felt a need (plus the tinge of tediousness that tugged at his insides) to see this 'french wonder'. however, he already found himself regretting this little trip.

upon arriving and eyes setting upon this apparently picturesque view, he grimaced. this was it? wow. what a fucking waste of time,

[/color] he spat. the remark caused heads to turn, eyes glaring in his direction. addison rose, as usual, had managed to insult the french because he did not agree with their simple views. for one, he disliked much of the traditional food and had made that known once in a restaurant. since then, he had not returned to that place with the knowledge that he was not wanted in there. after all, he was just 'english scum', or whatever filthy name they wanted to label him. addi could not help his lack of respect for the french cuisine or their way of life. he was merely an english boy, who enjoyed his own culture and did not particularly enjoy how they did things around here. hence why he often tried to avoid anything traditionally french, as he was aware he would insult someone one way or another.

he almost turned on his heel but at once spotted a girl nearby, her body planted on a chair beside the eiffel tower. she obviously wasn't one of those people that wanted to climb the magnificant tower itself, and gaze at the city of paris. addison did not recognise her, but he had likely seen her about the city on one of his usual ventures around. his head tilted in a admiration for her appearance. she was, afterall, quite an attractive young woman and everyone knew how much addison admired the female sex. in his usual want of some sort of 'fun', he made his way towards her. there was a seat beside her, after all. he simply had to hope that it wasn't taken.

hello,[/color] he said directly, his voice soft and calm, as he approached her. would you mind if i sat here?[/color] the answer he hoped to recieve was no, that she did not mind. addison hoped to get somewhere with this pretty young thing - after all, he was always on the prowl. perhaps it made him seem like one of those dodgy men you were told to stay away from and perhaps he was, but addison merely enjoyed the art of sex, and he was willing to do anything to get it.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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\TAGGED melody rose march!
/WORDS five-three-oh!
\LOCATION the tower!
/OUTFIT outfit 'ere!
\ LYRICS all time low !
\CREDIT leena at caution !
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