h a l l e l u j a h

[shay isobel parker]

well, maybe there's a god above. but all i've ever learnt from love is how to shoot the one who outdrew you. it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not someone who's seen the light - it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah _{- - - - - - - - - - - *}

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many liked the park by day, when they were free to frolic and run across the open ground. but the park at night had always intrigued shay. not because she was more at risk of running into a shady character, no. but because shay appreciated how captivating and quiet the park could be at night. masses of crowds filled the park during the day, enjoying the brisk, cool air and the afternoon sunshine. little children would run around, occupying themselves in the ways that only kids could - hair-pulling, shrieking, and ofttimes, filling the air with delightful laughter. sure, shay had a soft spot for kids, but recently she found that the company of their little bodies brought twisting pain in her gut, and she did not wish to be tormented, not in this place where she'd come for a new start. it was easier - safer - to avoid the park by daylight, and in the enveloping darkness of the night, her solitude was a small comfort.

call shay a tease and you are most likely to walk away missing something you originally had. she did not lead people on just to keep them hanging. she had a history of one night-stands, but shay did not sleep with just any man. it had always been someone who had remotely interested her, before she had kissed him off. she had never found a man intriguing enough to keep her hanging, to keep her going back for more. she usually avoided meeting up with guys she had once had a fling with, because one she signed them out of her life, it was always for the long-term. shay did not fear commitment. it was much more complicated than that. when she had lost her baby, she had sworn to herself that she would never put herself through the pain again. she was determined not to trust another human being and so far she was doing a pretty good job of that.

shay was loving the feel of the wind against her cheeks. twisting her hair out of the lose pony-tail she had had it in, shay tossed back her head and let the serenity of the park wash over her. the distant sound of verbal bickering provided for her a background music. though shay understood the concept of verbal arguments pretty well, she was inclined to believe that you could get things done quicker, and more effectively, if you just used your fists. perhaps it was the side-effects of growing up with six older brothers and a widowed father who took out their frustration in the form of kicks and punches. shay was good at debates and arguments too - she had quite an immense dirty vocabulary that she didn't quite know what to do with it. she wasn't the type to go bad-mouthing off at anybody, her dad had instilled in her good manners, to say the least.

tagged? johhny!
lyrics? hallelujah - jeff buckley
credit? summah vs wintah @ caution 2.0 for the graphic
notes? jeff buckley is a-m-a-z-i-n-g. i can't get his song out of my mind.

[johnny von matterhorn]

<sub>left me here alone,

when i should have stayed home</sub>

The park. This is where little kids spent their precious little times having fun, shrieking with laughter and most of all, the feeling of freedom on the tip of their little tongues. Johnny never fancied parks; parks meant kids, sometimes, and kids brought back his childhood memories of witnessing a tragic incident. Johnny wasn’t a fan of parks; well, the days didn’t sound so bad but the nights scared the living sunshine out of him. It was about time he packed up the courage. Johnny did not have a soft corner for kids either, because of the incident he witnessed; he felt that no little kid should have to face what he faced, he hoped that they would grow old soon. Growing old was inevitable. However, growing up, on the other hand, was not. And he, for one, swore not to resign to maturity. ‘I’m never growing up,’ he had said to someone he couldn’t remember; another part of his long, childhood puzzle. But the park sounded like a good place to get inspiration. Maybe if he spent a morning, or a late afternoon in the park with his guitar, he’d get results.

Johnny considered himself as stealthy, savvy and very sly. Walking into the park in the night was not his idea of spending an evening, but he couldn’t help it. He was a total sucker for pretty faces, and he had stumbled upon one extraordinary girl back in Boushcer Academy and was tailing her, so far without being spotted. Johnny couldn’t help it; his fragile little mind was not designed to ‘not go after a girl you really like’. He was born that way and he couldn’t change it; more than that, he didn’t want to change himself. He wasn’t walking like some typical American gangster; he walked as freely as the next person in the park, although there were not a lot of people in it now. The cool breeze moved his hair often and he couldn’t care less. He liked his hair when it was messy. He took slow steps, feigning nonchalance. He was here for the first time, so if he lost visual on his target, he’d have a tough time finding his way out. He’d followed her since she exited Juniper Residence Hall and hoped he kept out of sight since then. Fake name, check. Irish accent, check. He was even ready to answer if the girl confronted him, asked him what his game was and why he was following her.

Bouscher Academy was nothing less than any other school when it came to gossip. Ehu Island was not that big, so gossip would spread like a wildfire, and as a result of which, Johnny learned that the new girl he was ‘following’ was Shay Parker, a second year majoring in art. He couldn’t learn much about her from other people, so it was up to him now to follow her, observe her movements, and draw conclusions from his observation. He was casually dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled and the first button unbuttoned, a pair of black skinny jeans and black Louis Vuitton sneakers. A silver wristwatch sat on his left wrist as he walked through the park, keeping a close eye on Shay Parker. He was not one of those stalkers that would end up killing Shay, nor was he the lunatic stalker. This act was merely because he liked her very much and wanted to get to know her, but in a ‘not so healthy’ way. He was approximately twenty two yards away from her. In order not to look suspicious, he’d taken out his iPhone and started taking pictures of the most random stuff, all while keeping one eye on Shay.

sorries for the late reply;; notes
homecoming - greenday;; lyrics