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Casey’s style~ grunge look book

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Lee’s Story. Diary entry~June 7th

4am Insomnia Road.

Yet again. No sleep. When I say no sleep, I HAVE slept but so disturbed and not in a bad way. It’s like my dreams are a parallel universe in which me and Casey are together. A whole lot of together. Fuck.

I haven’t done a lot. Max came round yesterday to lend me more music cos once again I am piss broke.  I tried not to wallow in self pity about Casey, but I did tell him about her. He reckons I should just go round there and maybe she was just having an off day.  Lisa is being a bit harsh about the whole thing now that she has decided that I am in love with a spoilt cow who I don’t even know. I am not in love with her. I am in something though. I just don’t know what. It’s like I already know her and we have had a massive blue and now we aren’t talking anymore. I can almost taste the history between us even though realistically and logically we haven’t got anything. It reminds me of a Placebo song:

Love on an atom,
Love on a cloud,
To see the birth of all that isn’t now
Can you imagine a love that is so proud?
It never has to question why or how
So I’d abandon the love in my dreams
When I wake up I’m soaking in my sheets

I am experiencing a part of myself that I never knew existed and being able to emotively involve myself in a love affair with Casey that I feel we had but ‘isn’t now’ because we don’t even know each other. Bizarre. I dream about her and us together; what we do together, talking and listening to music. Painting together, walking in the woods and making out in the clearing. It’s killing me.

Have I know her in a past life?

John Van Auken said:

When soul mates are together, they form a dynamic bond and provide a source of strength for one another that is very hard to find in our world. They may presently be in either sex and interact with each other in any number of relationships. There is a strong tendency to think of soul mates only in the sense of lovers and marriage mates, but they can also be partners, parents, siblings, teammates, friends, etc. Having been lovers and mates in many past lives, it would be very hard for them to avoid at least a romantic interlude in the present life – there would simply be too much magnetism for them to easily ignore each other and the physical attraction. If, on the other hand, they had been close friends or family members throughout their incarnations, they would be inclined toward a similar relationship in the present. The point is, a soul mate is not always a sexual mate.

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It’s now late afternoon. I just had a nap and didn’t dream. Thank crap.

This is what happened. I went out early as I needed to clear my head. I took my bike out so I could get further away quicker. Over the fields and far, far away. On the way back, I just happened to find myself near Casey’s so I thought I’d be bold and have a look. I left my bike and crept behind a hedge near her back gate. The hedges are so high cos the previous owners never cut them. I hid and then saw her. I was shocked that she’d be out so early, it was only about 8:00am. I watched her and took in every single detail. She was playing with a real cute puppy and this made it even more heart warming for me.

Ok so. She’s skinny and short. Not my usual type, but I don’t fall for someone cos they aren’t skinny! She’s blonde with that pink streak that blows in her eye every so often and she tries to tuck it behind her ear. It’s too short and comes twanging back. Ha! She was wearing skinny jeans, light grey ones with a Paramore T shirt on. Simple but nice. She didn’t look particularly posh or rich. Grungy. Just how I like it. I love that she doesn’t seem wear makeup plastered all over her face and seems pretty confident of herself. She was laughing and really happy. It was good to see after the mood I’ve seen her in the past couple of times. I watched her for ages.

The dog pulled something off the washing line and she swore quite badly but had an amused look on her face and seemed to praise the dog. She disappeared for ages, I guess she was washing the thing out cos it looked quite rank after she had pulled it out from the dogs paws and mouth. Dirt mixed with spittle haha. I went back home then, I felt like I had invaded her privacy AGAIN. I need to get a frickin grip on myself!

Anyways later on I got back and was eating some sugar puffs in the kitchen when suddenly I saw her again. She stopped this time, right in front of the garden gate, and looked right in at the window at me. I just waved, realising I still had the spoon in my hand and started to laugh at my (moronic) self.

I leaned out of the window and shouted Hi, realising she probably couldn’t hear me right down the garden, so I climbed up on the sink. Yes, the fucking SINK and poked my arms through the open window. What. a. dick.

Then she smiled. Yes. SMILED.

Smiled. Waved. Walked away.

I flew out of the house in my bare feet, across the lawn, tripped over my sodding bike that I’d left there and legged it out of the gate and along the path. I caned it. I have never run so fast in my life. But she had gone. I ran into the woods, nothing. I called her name. Nothing.

I went back home and lay on my bed for hours. Thinking about it, I really should have been watching out for her coming back, but that would mean I am bordering on the obsessive. That would NOT be good.

Lee’s Story. Diary entry ~ June 3rd

Something bizarre happened today. Good bizarre.

Mum told us at dinner last night that a new family has moved in to that massive house down from us. I think she wanted us to know because there’s no one for us to hang out with here and weekends are dull as shit on a dark night. Apparently it’s a Doctor, his wife and daughter who is the same age as Lisa. I think Casey is her name, or was it Cassie? Not sure. Anyways, this morning me and Lise were outside on the back lawn just hanging out. She had her piss awful chart music on, dancing around like a banshee and screaming as usual. I was trying to grab the radio to find a better radio station when I noticed this figure approaching the garden. She had a long grey tshirt on with a face on it and as she came closer I noticed it was of Kurt Kobain. I stared at her, trying to work out if it was Casey/Cassie, but she had her head down so I couldn’t see her face to see how old she looked. I mean of course I WAS her. No one else lives around here for miles. 

Anyway, she glanced up very briefly. I wanted to wave her over but when I saw her face I froze. Fucking froze. I went dizzy, my eyes went all fuzzy and my body went like jelly. What the hell? She was absolutely stunning. I was lost for words and could hear Lise saying ‘Who was that?’ as she disappeared down the path towards the woods. I felt myself stand up and go to the gate, stepping out onto the path to get a longer look as she became a speck walking into the woods in the distance. 

I stood there for a few seconds just saying WOW over and over. I have GOT to meet this grunge girl! 


Muse & Inspiration~ Casey

While living in Thessaloniki, Greece between 2008 and 2010, I tutored a girl who was my original muse for the character of Casey. Her parents lived in a huge house in the middle of nowhere and this girl, an only child, was slowly going insane. Materialistically, she had everything she could ever need but she was deeply unhappy and would talk to me about her teenage problems. Her parents were career minded and driven and this girl felt that they didn’t listen to her. She felt abandoned and looked to her dog for love. She had a gritty but friendly personality, kick ass and feminist even at her young age. She listened to grunge & punk music and would ask me what the lyrics to her favourite songs meant. Her art was awesome, dark and quirky. She loved making tiny punk dolls out of scraps of cloth, much like worry dolls. I never asked her if she told them her problems but I suspect she did. We got along very well as she reminded me of myself at her age. I loved telling her stories of how I grew up in England and what life was like there. She had a gypsy spirit, longing to break free from academia and parental restrictions. Perfect for a story about teenage dilemma meets the paranormal!

These are the initial sketch ideas I did for Casey.

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Casey 3

Casey 4

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