şεяεηιƭγ [Open and Accepting]

[--viridis electus unus]

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Once away from them his eyes caught the site of a girl on the ground talking to herself or was it the animals that watched her? Either way it was a little creepy in a cool way he was about to step towards her when his phone buzzed seeing the id he just hit the red button and moved away from the girl and her odd animals that watched her. He hardly wanted to speak to his mother asking him when he would be coming home, it wasn’t that they were clingly more like worried what trouble he would get into. The date finally hit him in the head, he was now unbanned from Wal-Mart a large smile tugged against his lips and quite happy with what he had in his pocket he headed to his car normally he wouldn’t have it but he had been ‘good’ last few days so it was his for now until he did something else stupid or at least how his father saw it.

Pulling out his seat of keys he unlocked it slipped inside and headed away from the school towards Wal-Mart. Finally getting there he pulled up into an empty parking place, slipped on its break and headed towards the door. “Hmmmm. What to do in here.” The idea he had was big up a handful of different items and take it to the city during the weekend he knew he most likely wouldn’t be going to the dance they was having. One could say he wasn’t much of a people person as he had no ties with anyone only time he spoke to the people he did if it was important or mere to speak. His interest was far from something like that and unless something changed from now to the night of the dance he knew he wouldn’t go. His thoughts moved to his parents getting mad because he spent money on ‘worthless items’ he couldn’t help but laugh at the thought as he pulled the cart from the cart area and moved inside the building to do a little ‘odd shopping’.

He first hit the clothing socks shoes pants shirt the simple stuff and then moved towards the more bulkier some can food but mostly power bars with fiber in them and other stuff. “I think that should do it.” He hardly cared he got into trouble with his mother or his father they could only deal with him like this until he graduated. No, they didn’t want to ‘look bad’ kicking their son that was still in high school out so they dealt with it. “I hope you guys aren’t to busy.” He moved into an cashier’s isle a smile against his lips as he started to take the items out of the cart. None would have fit him or would have been his taste of clothing they was more ‘older’ kinds and well he was only eighteen he could dress how he wanted and look good still. Finally the last can came out of the cart as he pushed it up watching the mountain of items so none fell or caused someone to get hurt somehow.

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ஆ Problems worthy of attack prove their worth by fighting back. ஆxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Melah]

If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess I've already won that

◘♠♣♦♥Kassidy Moreno♥♦♣♠◘

Not a moment after Kassidy had flipped on the switch on the pole at her register, lighting up the number twelve with a sickly yellow light, a basket came rolling up beside the register, filled to the brim with clothing and food. She pursed her lips slightly, not looking forward to the seemingly endless shift of checking people out.

Kassidy's eyes went to the one who'd pushed the basket. Her breath caught for a moment when she realized it was one of the guys she'd passed just before leaving school. She hadn't expected to see him here. Then, she thought, I'm just being stupid. People have to shop sometime.

She shook her head slightly before turning her attention back to the items he wanted to buy. Kassidy looked the clothing over, wondering where this boy's fashion sense was as she grabbed for the first article of clothing and scanned it before putting it into a bag, followed by another, and another.

Suddenly, she realized that the clothes were too big for this guy. She repressed a scoff. What's wrong with that. They're probably for his grandpa or something. She thought to justify it as she continued scanning items.

Finally, she was through with the massive pile he'd set up for her. With a couple taps on the keyboard, the total came up, which she then told him in a dead tone. It was a lot of money. More money than Kass had at the moment, and rent was due at the beginning of next week.

No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that!

[Dawn Abigail Poppet]

Bryce- H. -Talbert

"Just because I cannot see it..."

~~~~~~X~~~~~~

"Now, now, Mrs. Burke...You know that I would never intentionally leave a bag of paint in your chair, don't you? I was just bringing it so that Mr. Grant, the chemistry teacher, could check it for lead. I didn't want to be lugging the whole can around with me and the zip-lock bag just seemed the perfect solution. I really have no idea how it got into your chair, but if you'll give me the bill for any cleaning you end up having to have done, or if you have to replace that lovely skirt, I would be more than happy to reimburse you. I feel just awful about this, you know." He strolled out of the Algebra teacher's classroom with her in tow, looking into her face and giving her his most appealing and convincing smile. In the end, she was practically apologizing to him for her accusations and she even waved to him as he walked away scott-free.

A whistle pursed his curved lips as he continued along the hall, slipping his hands into the pockets of his light-weight, flawlessly-tailored, designer blazer the color of storm clouds on a summer evening. He had paired the jacket with scruffy, worn-looking blue jeans and a faded blue Doors concert t-shirt, as well as his ever-present black, Italian leather boots. He trills his jaunty tune as he makes his way through the halls to the entrance of the school, amused with himself and feeling rather proud of, yet again, managing to charm and talk his way out of a punishment. He pauses when he spies the guys in the foyer and looks them over, tilting his head as he lingers to listen in on their scintillating conversation. Anything to postpone the undesired task that awaited him once he left the school.

~~~~~~x~~~~~~

"Doesn't mean I can't believe it."

[tutudragon16]

ѕαγβяαε

мυℓαη

木蘭

Who is that girl I see?<<<<<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>>Staring straight back at me?
Why is my r e f l e c t i o n someone I don't know?

Saybrae breathed a sigh of relief, in how Jake gracefully made her not seem like an idiot. In her book, that was a few extra Brownie Points. If people even used brownie points. What were Brownies anyway? She shook her head, trying to focus her thoughts. Now was not the time to be random! First chance since middle school to be able to talk to a guy as a freind, like how she always was as a kid. But of course, when high school rolled around, people got 'weird' around members of the opposite sex, and that stood firm for any of Saybrae's old guy friends as well.

A sigh of relief was given, as she spied her cameo bag still atop it's spot on the stone wall, where she left it. In retrospect though, she wasn't that worried about it being stolen. Unless someone was already becoming a kleptomaniac in high school, there really was no cause of alarm for a textbook ridden book bag. She swung it over her shoulder sloppily, causing the already near-torn strap to be near pleading for life, as a few stray strings held it there. She faced Jake and opened her mouth as she was about to talk, but first looked down at her cell phone, which she had pulled out of her pocket.

Her background greeted her cheerily, which at the moment was a picture of the autographed soccer ball she saw with her dad, when the two vacationed last summer, to the MLS championship game. At other times, she would laugh with her dad, over their geekiery. Now though, she grumbled in coherently, stuffing the phone back into her hoodie pocket. If her dad cared so much about a stupid game than...no, wait. She got his point. She shook her head slightly, looking back up at Jake. "Well now, where do you normally go to after a fine day at the state educational facility?"

❝ α girl worth F I G H T I N G for... ❞
力 & 美

[--viridis electus unus]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx₪ Bambi ₪

The girl most not have seen him or was in her own little world, he did that too at times when he was really board and stuck in class. Wasn’t that called daydreaming? A smile tugged against his lips as he waved goodbye to the muted stranger and headed away from the school. IT was just so much more fun walking then riding bikes or in the car, you could see so much with your eyes if you just slowed down and smelled the roses. At least that’s what Yuan thought; yet again many also thought he was a bit odd how he always wanted to find adventure. To him that made him unique and the handful who couldn’t deal with it they could just bite his rear end, eh take that back he didn’t want anything near that.

A random laughed escaped his lips as his fingers laced together and moved to the top of his head as he started to pass the flower shop. Then he realized what day it would be soon and a smile tugged against his lips dropping his hands as he pushed the door opened. He had to get something for someone before that day came so this was the best place as he hardly had enough money to get something over the edge like he would have wanted.

Now what kind of flower did she like? What was her favorite color? That thought made him frown as his hand pushed though his hair as he tugged at it slightly having no clue what to get her his brown eyes caught the site of the girl. Wasn’t she from school? Well at least he wouldn’t feel like an odd one out it was mostly older people to college students here. “Excuse me fair maiden I was wondering if I could get some help?” He asked behind her a small smile tugged against his lips waiting for her reaction to his words.
out.

xxxxxxx∞ Kyran Callaghan ∞
xxxx"Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed."

[--viridis electus unus]

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All Alexander did was lean on the cart trying to figure out where he knew that face from. Then by the time the last item was ringed up and the price was totalized he figured it out. “You’re from school.” It wasn’t that he was slow but wasn’t usually good with faces as he hardly talked to anyone else that wasn’t weaker or in need of help. “Having fun at your job?” His eyebrow rose as he pulled out the credit card that was also just given back to him by his parents. From what he was wearing one didn’t usually expect a credit card to come out of his pocket, he had a few times been asked to see an id not hat it bothered him really, he only expected so much especially form new people he hadn’t really seen in the small town.

“I’m Alexander.” All he said as he took the plastic card back and slipped it into his pocket watching her move around behind the cash register. Might as well be a bit friendly she was good on the eyes no reason to make any cocky kind of remarks or ungentlemanly kind of moves until he had that little paper to tell him what he had gotten and the price it all was.













ooc; sucky short sorry <<

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ஆ Problems worthy of attack prove their worth by fighting back. ஆxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[just an e c h o - -]

Αşħεlιη
"Jαşмιηε"

R O M E O, save me,
They’re trying to tell me how to feel…
This love is difficult
But it’s R E A L…

"Hey, call me if you get bored, kay?" Ashelin told her friend, Marissa. Marissa's ride had arrived, and the girl waved goodbye with a "Will do" and a smile. Ashelin waved back, and the black sports car Marissa had climbed into drove off. Marissa's family, not unlike her own, was fairly wealthy. Actually, that was the reason they had met, but all in all, Marissa was a nice enough girl, and Ashelin found her easy to talk to. She sighed, heading off into the parking lot. She hoped into her car, a silver Cadillac, and drove off, eager to get away form school, but certainly not to get home. It was only a few moments later that Ashelin spotted the trees. She pulled over, feeling the urge to go for a walk.

She got out of her car and locked it. Her phone buzzed in the back pocket of her jeans, ans she pulled it out. She had a text from Mark. Opening it, she wasn't surprised to find nothing more than a simple greeting. No doubt the boy was bored and looking for someone to talk to.

Just going 4 a walk. U? she texted back, turning the phone to silent, she held it in her hand. She didn't want it constantly buzzing as she walked; that was a bit of a nuisance. As she walked through the trees, she felt a rather free feeling, something that she didn't get to feel that often, especially at home. With every minute it grew closer to Monday, the day Conner, her fiancee, would arrive. She was also not so much looking forward to that.

She spotted a girl not too far away, seeming to play in the trees. As Ashelin got closer to see who it was, she realized that the girl went to her school, though she couldn't remember her name. The girl sounded like she was talking to the animals. Ashelin smiled, she thought it was cool to see the girl playing with the creatures, though she did think it was a little weird. "Hey there!" she said to the girl.

Don’t be afraid
We’ll make it out of this mess…
It’s a L O V E S T O R Y
Baby, just say yes…

[just an e c h o - -]

мαгк ● снгιѕτιαN ● нσωLε
{ John Smith }

>>>I feel like I'm spinning out of control
>>>>>>>>>>>>Try to focus but everything's t w i s t e d...

...And all along I thought you would be there<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
To let me know that I'm not alone...<<<<<<<<<<<<
...But in fact that's exactly what I was...<<

Finishing up the coffee, Mark yawned. He stood up, tossing the empty cup into the trash from a few feet away. He turned to leave the cafe, giving the girl behind the counter a playful wink as he left. He saw her pale cheeks flush as he smirked to himself. Yeah, he was an a**, but he didn't really care. Life was meant to be...well...lived, and that's exactly was he was doing, just like always.

He got a reply from Ashelin, and replied saying he was looking for something to do. He would have asked her to tag along, but he figured she needed her walk. The girl had seemed rather stressed out lately. It didn't seem to be school, but then again, it might be. Some people took school a lot more serious than he did. Actually, most people did, he'd noticed. No, it had to be something else, but the complexities of the female mind were a dark, cloudy place he didn't dare venture. The female heart, though? Easy to get, hard to keep, but he certainly knew how to get them, just like the girl at the cafe.

He was rather surprised when he found himself in a flowershop. He blinked, looking around. How the hell had he wound up here? Must have been the Caffine, he figured. While he was there, he figured he'd look around. It was then that he spied the girl who appeared to work there. She was pretty, and Mark was bored. He strolled up to her in a rather calm fashion. "So what do they call you, love?" he asked.

{ I'm spinning out of control, out of c o n t r o l... }

[L a t t e Z o m b i e]

xenevia ßailey
§now ωhite

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The flower shop had been quiet for a few moments so Xenevia was just keeping herself busy by tidying up the place. Just then a male had entered the shop, he was asian and looked very innocent. It seemed that he was in search for something but didn’t know where to start. So when he approached her, Xenevia was rather taken back at his words but kept her composure. When she was going to open her mouth and say something, another male came into the store and it was someone she knew from school. However, the male didn’t know of her existence of course but nonetheless he also came up to the counter and bluntly asked for her name.

Xenevia smiled at both of the men and said “well since he was first I will assist him” she said to the raven haired boy. Turning her attention to the asian male, she came out from behind the counter and began asking him questions, “is there a specific flower you are looking for? Is there a color preference as well?” she asked politely. Right before she was going to give him a tour of the shop she turned back to the other male, “I am called Xenevia by the way” she said then beckoned the other male to follow her around the shop.

First she took him towards the front of the shop where most of the roses were displayed, “here are the roses which come in different colors, however you can mix and match them with other flowers such as tulips or carnations” she explained. Then she brought him over towards where she would wrap them in decorative paper, “and here is where you can customize which paper you would like the flower to be wrapped in, you can even request to have a large ribbon tied on the stems” she said once more. Xenevia enjoyed helping people find the perfect flower to give, it gives her the joy that someone out there will be thrilled to receive beautiful things. “Well now that I’ve given you the tour, I’ll leave you to decide on what you like, just call me if you need any more assistance” she said with a smile then returned to the other male.

“Okay so now that we’ve done our introductions, may I ask your name?” she asked politely then continued on speaking with the mysterious male. “Is there a specific flower you are looking for as well? “

[just an e c h o - -]

мαгк ● снгιѕτιαN ● нσωLε
{ John Smith }

>>>I feel like I'm spinning out of control
>>>>>>>>>>>>Try to focus but everything's t w i s t e d...

...And all along I thought you would be there<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
To let me know that I'm not alone...<<<<<<<<<<<<
...But in fact that's exactly what I was...<<

Mark gave her a small smile. Xenevia, huh? Cool name, and pretty too. "Sure thing," he said with a shrug, leaning back against the counter. He watched the girl give the Asian kid a tour. He liked her voice when she spoke, and right now she was speaking quite a bit, though she wasn't all that audible as she moved about. He watched her with a sort of curious interest. He was bored, and this is how he usually entertained himself during the daylight hours.

She came back, and asked his name rather politely. "Mark," he said simply with another charming smile. He wondered if this flower shop girl would be as easily swayed as the one back in the cafe. If she wasn't, then all the better. He liked a challenge, especially when he usually succeeded. There were few girls that he couldn't get to at least look away shyly. It was a gift; at least that's what he called it. Most people had a different opinion on the matter, but he usually ignored that.

Next, she asked him if there was a specific flower he was looking for. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up in the flower shop. He supposed she was supposed to be helpful and everything, but really, did he look like the type who would buy flowers? Actually, he didn't know. Maybe there was a look for that type, and he fit it. Who knew? Instead of a simple 'no', he came up with a better, although dumber, answer. "Not in particular, although there is one that caught my eye," he said flatly.

{ I'm spinning out of control, out of c o n t r o l... }

[just an e c h o - -]

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Brandyn Jeremy Hatch ● Peter Pan

Brandyn was somewhat surprised by the question about homecoming. It seemed to be a popular conversation topic, with the dance being only days away, but he was surprised how often he heard about it. For some reason, he hadn't really imagined Kung Woo asking about it; the Asian boy just didn't seem like the type who'd be interested in something like that. "I am, actually," he said, leaving it at that. If he asked more, Brandyn would answer, but right now, his math induced daze was still wearing off. He recalled that he had his outfit sitting at home. He and Krysta had spent the day shopping for their outfits, and he'd ended up quite pleased with the result. Of course, it was to be a surprise.

Brandyn eyed the other boy curiously, trying to guess if the boy would be going, and if he'd found a date. Brandyn still couldn't imagine the boy all dressed up. "Are you going?" he asked, tossing the question back in order to satisfy his curiosity. The group of giggling girls behind Kung Woo were still talking, presumably about their dresses from the looks of it. One of them caught Brandyn's eye, and gave him a playful wink. He didn't return it. Girls like them were a bit of a bore to Brandyn; all giggles and whispers. For any real conversation, you seemed to get more interesting responses out of rocks.

[[Short. Sorry. Brain is fried.]]

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[L a t t e Z o m b i e]

xenevia ßailey
§now ωhite

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“Well Mark it’s a pleasure to meet you” she said and finally putting a name to a face she had been eyeing at school. Xenevia has had a crush on Mark for god knows how long but it was just a silly crush and would soon pass. His rough looking exterior was what caught her eyes and for reason being, she did not know. However, she may be attracted to him but it takes so much more than looks alone to impress the nature loving female. When he answered her question about looking for anything in particular she merely said, “well since you’ve found the type of flower you are looking for, perhaps you may tell me so I may get it for you” she said then started to walk him around the shop.

She began to analyze the male and trying to figure out what kind of flower he was looking for. Whoever he was buying the flower for must be one lucky girl, or so she thought. “Let’s see if I can guess the flower you are looking for” she said then stopped in front of the amaryllis flower. She picked up the maroon colored flower and showed it to Mark, “is it this the one you’ve been looking for?” she asked. The amaryllis was her second favorite flower, it’s six petaled and closely resembles a lily, it came in other colors such as pink and white.

Xenevia brought it towards her nose and inhaled its scent, she smiled then offered it to the male. “Here it smells rather nice” she said and waited for a response from the male.

[just an e c h o - -]

кαгι ❖ εcнσ ❖ вLαιNε
< ѕαℓℓγ >

>>>>>>I sense there's something in the w i n d
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>That feels like tragedy's at hand

And though I'd like to stand by him<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Can't s h a k e this feeling that I have<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
The worst is just around the bend<<<<<<

Kari helped the aging man to the recliner. "There you are, Uncle Sylvester. Nice and easy," she said, helping him lower down to sit in the chair. She pulled the small lever to extend the foot rest of the old, faded peach recliner. The aging man's eyes sagged. Kari glanced at the clock. School had been over a little over half an hour now. She would still have time, then. When the bell had rung, she'd hustled home, just as her Uncle had expected of her. She'd given him pills, since he had a hard time remembering which ones to take by himself. She'd also slipped in a sleeping pill with the others, just as she had so many times before. Soon, Sylvester would be out cold on the chair, snoring away.

"Ah, thank you child," he rasped, leaning back. "Fetch me a blanket and turn up the heat. This house is so damn cold!" he complained. Kari went to do as she was told with a roll of her eyes. Were all old people as cranky as her great uncle when they were tired? She couldn't help but wonder.

She covered the old man with a blanket, "Here you go. Comfortable?" she asked him, smiling sweetly. The old man closed his eyes and sighed deeply, squirming a little to get comfortable in the chair.

"I feel a bit...sleepy. I think I'll just...take a...nap..." Just like magic, Sylvester's words became snores as his head rolled back just a tad.

Kari stood by for just a moment to ensure that he was long gone. Convinced, she grabbed her jacket and slid it on. She went to the front door, slipping outside with a look back over her shoulder. "Sweet dreams, dear uncle," she whispered to him. She headed for the park, where she saw a boy from school: Kyle. She'd heard his name before, and she thought they had a class together. She walked up to him. "Hello there," she said.

< For it is plain, as anyone can see, we're simply m e a n t to be. >

[--viridis electus unus]

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Pity that male came he was going to ask for advice but he would leave it to himself to do it. After all it was a lot fun flirting then during a job they might not even like it was just a way to make money. “Thank you.” All that escaped his lips as he glanced to her watching her leave and then back onto the flowers. Moving around the shop and collected some yellow lilies and then same yellow daisies as he remembered her favorite color and flowers and moved to the wrapping paper. His aunt liked fancy things unlike his mother had been, he had gotten that after her as it seemed like his father and his aunt was very much alike in that part. His fingers moved around the stems and rapped it with a thing string and moved it towards the counter where the cashier was.

“Is this all for you?” She asked looking to the young male.
“Yes thank you.” He smiled taking the money from his wallet he paid for it collecting the change he slipped it back into his pocket.

“Thank you for your help.” Yuan his hand reached out touching the girls arm slightly as he smiled and left the building. He would drop these off and slip onto his moped electrical scooter and head around town that way. Out of the shop he let out another smile and headed home so he could drop it off and continue on his lovely day.

xxxxxxx∞ Kyran Callaghan ∞
xxxx"Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed."

[just an e c h o - -]

мαгк ● снгιѕτιαN ● нσωLε
{ John Smith }

>>>I feel like I'm spinning out of control
>>>>>>>>>>>>Try to focus but everything's t w i s t e d...

...And all along I thought you would be there<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
To let me know that I'm not alone...<<<<<<<<<<<<
...But in fact that's exactly what I was...<<

Mark gave a slight nod. "Likewise," he replied. He resisted the urge to laugh when she asked what type of flower it was, and offered to get it for him. She was a naive little thing, he figured. He followed her as she led him around the shop, trying to figure out what exactly the flower he was looking for was. Of course, it wasn't actually a flower...but she didn't seem to have caught onto that. She held out a flower to him, asking if it were the correct one. He smelled it, and had to agree with her. "It does smell nice, but it's not the right one," he said.

He looked around, as if he were trying to locate a certain flower, but soon couldn't keep up the game any longer. He turned back to her, his lips still slightly upturned into a charming smile. "No, the one I'm looking for is right in front of me, she just hasn't realized it yet," he said. Mark eyed the girl in front of him curiously, wondering how she's take such a comment, much less respond to it. Again, he had yet to even breach the surface of what took place deep within the female mind. They were all so alike, and yet so surprisingly different as he'd come to find out over the past few years.

[[Again...short. I should go to bed soon. xD]]

{ I'm spinning out of control, out of c o n t r o l... }