panIc-_its-Mariah
XXXI have a dream
XXXXXA song to sing, to help me cope with anything
XXXXXXXXXXIf you see the wonder of a fairytale
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYou can take the future
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXEven if you fail
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Madison Hughes could barely stand her excitement. Not. A loud buzzing came from her bedside table. Her eyes opened, one by one to glare at the obnoxious alarm clock that was going off. A pale hand reached from under her blanket and slapped the snooze button. She rolled over onto her side, pulling the blanket over her head only to have it drug off a moment later. Her eyes shot open to glare at who would pull the covers off of her. A sigh escaped her lips, "Oh come on.. Alex..." It was Saturday, she didn't have Uni today, and her dog wanted to play. Her sister brought Alex with her when she came back from the States, and since then, Madison's life had been nothing by a huge amount of fun and adventure. A sigh escaped her lips as she swung her legs over the bed and she rubbed Alex' head with the heel of her hand. Alex sat up on his haunches, almost telling her it was time to wake up. "Don't worry, boy.. I'm up, I'm up. She made her way over to her walk-in closet. She wrinkled her nose, chewing at her lowerlip with her teeth.
Madison was always particularly choosy about the attire she wore out and about in London, especially when she felt like this in the mornings. She raised her hand file through a few hangers of jeans and button down shirts. She tugged a black high neck long sleeved shirt from a hanger, folding it over her arm as she put the hanger in a basket by the door. She pulled down a pair of skinny jeans, doing the same with the jeans and hanger. She got to the end of her closet, pulled up a bra and a pair of underwear and a pair of silver ballet flats.
Her shower didn't take very long, and when she was out and dressed, she figured it wasn't a decent enough day to wear makeup. It was kind of smokey and dismal outside. She figured it would be cold. Her black hair which fell around her shoulders was brushed out and fluffed, and as she headed for the door, she looked at Alex. "I'll be back later, Alex. Gonna go shopping." She reached over and pulled up a chain wallet and hooked it to her beltloop and put it in her pocket.
She headed to a very distinct shop, where she bought all her vintage furniture. Her eyes scanned the store hours briefly- a force of habit by now. She walked inside, her blue eyes darting from item to item before something came to attention, as though she were drawn to it automatically. She brushed her way past other customers, her fingers traced along the side of the shell mirror. "Excuse me, how much for the mirror?" The store clerk looked at her and rolled her shoulders, "However much pound and p you want to give. Haven't had much luck with mirrors recently." Madison surveyed the mirror and tilted her head. "Fifty pounds.. I'll give fifty pounds. It looks sturdy.." The clerk nodded and accepted the bills.
Since the mirror wasn't that heavy, it was really a blessing that she lived two doors away from the antique shop. She used her elbow to open the door to her home, and placed the mirror gently on the rug beside her door, leaning it against the wall. "Isn't it pretty, Alex? I had to buy it! Alex pawed his way up to the mirror, sniffed it, and growled. Madison's brow furrowed. "Well, that was .. weird.. Let's get you fed."
Madison was always particularly choosy about the attire she wore out and about in London, especially when she felt like this in the mornings. She raised her hand file through a few hangers of jeans and button down shirts. She tugged a black high neck long sleeved shirt from a hanger, folding it over her arm as she put the hanger in a basket by the door. She pulled down a pair of skinny jeans, doing the same with the jeans and hanger. She got to the end of her closet, pulled up a bra and a pair of underwear and a pair of silver ballet flats.
Her shower didn't take very long, and when she was out and dressed, she figured it wasn't a decent enough day to wear makeup. It was kind of smokey and dismal outside. She figured it would be cold. Her black hair which fell around her shoulders was brushed out and fluffed, and as she headed for the door, she looked at Alex. "I'll be back later, Alex. Gonna go shopping." She reached over and pulled up a chain wallet and hooked it to her beltloop and put it in her pocket.
She headed to a very distinct shop, where she bought all her vintage furniture. Her eyes scanned the store hours briefly- a force of habit by now. She walked inside, her blue eyes darting from item to item before something came to attention, as though she were drawn to it automatically. She brushed her way past other customers, her fingers traced along the side of the shell mirror. "Excuse me, how much for the mirror?" The store clerk looked at her and rolled her shoulders, "However much pound and p you want to give. Haven't had much luck with mirrors recently." Madison surveyed the mirror and tilted her head. "Fifty pounds.. I'll give fifty pounds. It looks sturdy.." The clerk nodded and accepted the bills.
Since the mirror wasn't that heavy, it was really a blessing that she lived two doors away from the antique shop. She used her elbow to open the door to her home, and placed the mirror gently on the rug beside her door, leaning it against the wall. "Isn't it pretty, Alex? I had to buy it! Alex pawed his way up to the mirror, sniffed it, and growled. Madison's brow furrowed. "Well, that was .. weird.. Let's get you fed."
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XXXCan you say my eyes are shining bright
XXXXXWhen I'm out here on the other side
XXXXXXXXXXOf a jet black hotel mirror
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd I'm so weak
XXXXXWhen I'm out here on the other side
XXXXXXXXXXOf a jet black hotel mirror
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd I'm so weak
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Mathias always used his time wisely. Whether it was at the Uni or at a park or library, he was always studying or observing behaviors around him. He was already up and moving around by 5:30 that morning, and he already had taken care of making sure everything was in order at his home before leaving. At present, the foreign-born young man was sitting at a park bench, staring off into the wood. A small groan escaped his lips as he raised his arms over his head, his black overcoat's sleeves riding up his arms as he did. His thoughts were swirling around in completely nonsensical circles, his brow furrowed in frustration. He rested his elbows on the back of the bench behind him, a hand coming forward to rub at the two day stubble that was on his cheek and upper lip. He let out a puff of hot air that visibly swirled around him.
In his lap there was a black sketchbook and designer set pencil case. He hadn't even started on his academic sketch yet, and it was due in less than two weeks. It was fine though, because he knew he would get it done before Madison would. You see, Madison had been his rival since preliminary school. So, it only made sense that he continued this behavior through to Uni. Now, he didn't hate her, he was just very very sure that he could accomplish so much more than her in his lifetime. They were both scraping by, although they lived in houses provided them by their parents.
They did well, though. They attended a University well known, they took care of themselves, as well as they could, anyway, and made due with what they had. His lips twitched a bit as he thought about this, how similar the two were, and how unalike they were at the same time. He cringed. He didn't like thinking about things like that. He shook his head, dipping his head back to stare at the clouded sky. It wasn't sunny. . nor was it really cloudy. It was an overcast of gray- just fog. A fog that had been set in for more than a month now. It was really quite saddening as the moon was always hidden behind it, and the sun never shone through it.
He cleared his throat, tracing his fingers over the sketchbook and pencil set, thoughts running through his mind.
In his lap there was a black sketchbook and designer set pencil case. He hadn't even started on his academic sketch yet, and it was due in less than two weeks. It was fine though, because he knew he would get it done before Madison would. You see, Madison had been his rival since preliminary school. So, it only made sense that he continued this behavior through to Uni. Now, he didn't hate her, he was just very very sure that he could accomplish so much more than her in his lifetime. They were both scraping by, although they lived in houses provided them by their parents.
They did well, though. They attended a University well known, they took care of themselves, as well as they could, anyway, and made due with what they had. His lips twitched a bit as he thought about this, how similar the two were, and how unalike they were at the same time. He cringed. He didn't like thinking about things like that. He shook his head, dipping his head back to stare at the clouded sky. It wasn't sunny. . nor was it really cloudy. It was an overcast of gray- just fog. A fog that had been set in for more than a month now. It was really quite saddening as the moon was always hidden behind it, and the sun never shone through it.
He cleared his throat, tracing his fingers over the sketchbook and pencil set, thoughts running through his mind.
