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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 12:33 am
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine. 
Peter didn't even bother staying outside. He saw the crazy, decided it wasn't worth it and just went straight to the dorm. He stopped by his room only briefly to dry off, then went to flop on one of the sofas in the common room. Bedrooms still creeped him out. And beds. Beds were weird.
They were nice--soft, warm and wonderful--but weird. Somehow he liked the open common room better. That, and he didn't know what his roommate was going to be like. Hopefully no one annoying. He wasn't eager to find out so he was going to snuggle into a jumper made for him by his adoptive mother and then snuggle into the very, very soft sofa and contemplate if the telly was worth finding the remote. And if the promise of something warm and tasty to drink or eat was worth going to rummage in the kitchen.
At the moment, however, he was more interested in snuggling with a soft pillow marveling at how amazingly soft things were in this place. Sure it had been a few years since he'd lived on the streets but, really, that was a hell of a soft pillow.
He was in love. All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 8:29 am
 ☆═━┈ץ⒰kιℋąяu ℰℓi℘h℣iєs┈━═☆ ❝Songs has different meaning to different people❞ Raindrops are my tears,
wind is my breath and my story,
branches and leaves are my hands,
because my body is wrapped in roots.
When comes the season of a thaw,
Yukiharu entered the common room and sat at the couch. Unknown to her, someone was laid down at the furniture. Then, as Yuki noticed it that she was sitting at someone's face, She hastenly stood up, wrote at her sketchbook "I'm sorry!" then showed it to the someone she sat at. Bowing her head apologetically. Normally, Schnee would noticed it but it looks like she was a bit under the weather due to the incident at the Receiving Hall.
|♬♫♪♩♫♩♬♩♪♫|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ |☪|
I'm awake and sing a song.
The forget-me-not that you gave me is here.
I need you to be stronger than anyone
I release my soul so you can feel my song. StrawberryZ0mbie And so, someone sat at Peter. emotion_awesome
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 12:33 am
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine. Peter was laying, innocently hugging a soft pillow when another sort of 'pillow' planted itself on his face and nearly suffocated him. The moment the girl stood and started scribbling on her notebook, Peter jumped up, scrambled over the back of the sofa in a panic, and glared at her balefully. "Keep your a** off my face!" he told her. "Don't get me wrong, it's a lovely a**--from what I could see before I started to lose consciousness due to oxygen deprivation--but I prefer to admire it from afar rather than up close and personal, with my face jammed in it."
He paused and frowned at her. Why was she writing notes? Was she some kind of mute? Not that he cared.
He edged closer to the sofa, keeping a close eye on the girl as he leaned over, then snatched the pillow and jumped backwards before she could try to sit on him again. What was it with girls in this school and rubbing their girly bits on the males? Maybe this was a different type of school than he'd thought it was... All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 2:53 am
☆═━┈ץ⒰kιℋąяu ℰℓi℘h℣iєs┈━═☆ ❝Songs has different meaning to different people❞ Raindrops are my tears,
wind is my breath and my story,
branches and leaves are my hands,
because my body is wrapped in roots.
When comes the season of a thaw, |✦| ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬|♫♪♩♬♩♫♩♪♫♬|
Yukiharu sighed as how the man replied at her with a menacing glare, cold toned voice, and his action. The girl sat at the other sofa, placing her violin case at the floor near the coffee table and wrote at her sketchpad "I'm really sorry..." frowning.
Sighing once again, Yuki stood up and walk to the kitchen of the common room. Rummaging the kitchen for ingredients, Schnee then started to make snacks and a coffee latte. She started with the snacks which was chocolate chipped cookies. Shortly after the girl put the cookies at the oven and set the timer, Haru moved to making the coffee latte.
She started with making the espresso with the coffee maker. Then, Yukiharu took out the milk from the fridge, pouring 2 cups of milk at the saucepan, heating it at medium-low heat and whisking it till foams started to appear. As the espresso was done, the girl turned off the heat then took out two mugs. She poured the espresso at the mugs then poured the heated milk holding back the foam with a spoon and placed foam over the top.
After a few more moments, Yukiharu was done making the chocolate chipped cookies, put them at a plate. Afterwards, she placed the plates of cookies and the two mugs of coffee latte at a tray and walks back. Schnee put the tray of snacks at the coffee table and wrote at her sketchbook "Feel free to eat" smiling before she took one of the mugs, taking a small sip.
|♬♫♪♩♫♩♬♩♪♫|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ |☪|
I'm awake and sing a song.
The forget-me-not that you gave me is here.
I need you to be stronger than anyone
I release my soul so you can feel my song.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 4:55 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine. The girl apologized again, then mysteriously vanished from the room. She was in the kitchen, puttering around for a good long while.
Peter stood there for a moment, wondering if she was going to sit on him again if he dared to lay down but in the end, tireness and boredom won out. He flopped back down on the sofa, buried his face in the pillow and fell asleep.
By the time Yuki came back into the room to write her note, he'd half buried himself under the sofa cushions and was snoring softly.
Even the smell of fresh food hadn't awakened him--probably because the cushions and pillows were blocking all the fresh air from his face. All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 9:35 pm
☆═━┈ץ⒰kιℋąяu ℰℓi℘h℣iєs┈━═☆ ❝Songs has different meaning to different people❞ Raindrops are my tears,
wind is my breath and my story,
branches and leaves are my hands,
because my body is wrapped in roots.
When comes the season of a thaw, |✦| ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬|♫♪♩♬♩♫♩♪♫♬|
Yukiharu lightly sighed as she heard light snores from the man whose was asleep at the other sofa. Oh well...More for me~ the girl thought smiling happily. However, after she took a chocolate cookie, ate it and took a sip from her mug of coffee latte, Schnee put the mug down at the coffee table then stood up to fetch a blanket.
As she returned, the chestnut girl gently covered the ebony haired man with the blanket so he won't catch a cold. Haru sat back to where she was sitting at and continued eating smiling in a jovial matter.
|♬♫♪♩♫♩♬♩♪♫|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ |☪|
I'm awake and sing a song.
The forget-me-not that you gave me is here.
I need you to be stronger than anyone
I release my soul so you can feel my song.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 10:05 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.Peter rolled over, the smell of cookies reaching him faintly beneath the cookies. "Want...to....examine your insides most intimately," he muttered in his sleep, hugging the pillow tighter. What he was dreaming was anyone's guess. He moaned slightly and moved closer to the edge of the sofa.
Closer...
closer...
He rolled over and suddenly, thuunnnk. Hit the floor and bolted upright, looking around accusingly as he tried to figure out what happened. His gaze fell on the plate of cookies and without pausing, he picked one up and shoved it in his mouth. Ugh...sugar. He wanted roasted chicken. With potatoes. And gravy. And salad greens and creamed corn. Mmmm. Dinner.
When did they serve dinner in this place?All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 7:35 am
☆═━┈ץ⒰kιℋąяu ℰℓi℘h℣iєs┈━═☆ ❝Songs has different meaning to different people❞ Raindrops are my tears,
wind is my breath and my story,
branches and leaves are my hands,
because my body is wrapped in roots.
When comes the season of a thaw, |✦| ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬|♫♪♩♬♩♫♩♪♫♬|
On the other hand, Yuki was eating and drinking in peace when she heard the man utter something about examining insides in a intimate matter and the 'your' part of his sentence. Made the girl think the he was dreaming something indecent (the irony in this part). Schnee reacted for her sketchbook ready to smack the man if he was going to pounce on her. Yep, the girl was overreacting which was pretty rare for her.
She tensed as the the man as the man moved to the edge of the sofa. Then, with a 'thud' the man was awake and what surprised Yukiharu was that the man grabbed one of the cookies she made and ate it.
Curious of how did it taste to him, "How did it taste?" she wrote at her sketchpad, tapping his shoulder and showed what she written to him.
|♬♫♪♩♫♩♬♩♪♫|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ |☪|
I'm awake and sing a song.
The forget-me-not that you gave me is here.
I need you to be stronger than anyone
I release my soul so you can feel my song.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 6:38 pm
 ℛeiner ℋolt While Reiner was busy jotting down a few notes outside receiving hall, he was suddenly drenched in water. His notes as well, he noticed on his way back to the dorms, when he realized he couldn't read the smeared ink. After shoving it in his pocket and trying to keep his soaked scarf where it should be, he made his way to the common room. He paused for a moment when he heard a thud, noticing someone on the floor, and a girl with... cookies?
Though he seemed alright (especially because of the way he recovered and devoured one of those cookies in a second flat), he still wanted to make sure he was okay. He rushed over and held out a hand to help him up, glancing back at the girl, curious as to why she didn't help him up. He blinked when he saw that she was holding up a sketchbook for the guy to read, very confused. Out of context, the writing was very... suspicious, but he quickly remembered the cookies. And that was much better than what he first imagined. ❝...❞
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 12:02 am
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"It's food," Peter said, shrugging. "I'm not complaining." He managed to gag it down and grabbed another one instinctively. Peter had never really had sweets as a child. The first he'd ever tasted candy was after he was adopted, and he'd gagged it back out instinctively. He still wasn't really used to sweets. It wasn't so bad when the sugar was subtle but chocolate just...ugh. Too much gave him a headache but the idea of turning down food was just so foreign.
Coffee, on the other hand. Coffee was something that was easy to get for free on the streets so he'd been drinking it since he could remember.
He took a cup to try to wash out the taste of cookie. After a moment, he took the time to study the silent lady with the cute backside. "Oh yeah, you're one of those student council things, right? You're a touchy-feely bunch, aren't you?"
All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 4:44 am
☆═━┈ץ⒰kιℋąяu ℰℓi℘h℣iєs┈━═☆ ❝Songs has different meaning to different people❞ Raindrops are my tears,
wind is my breath and my story,
branches and leaves are my hands,
because my body is wrapped in roots.
When comes the season of a thaw, |✦| ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬|♫♪♩♬♩♫♩♪♫♬|
Yukiharu smiled at the man as he ate the cookies she made. As the girl took another cookie, munching it and taking a sip from her mug of coffee latte, Schnee noticed another person entered the room. "Welcome and feel free to eat some cookies~" she wrote at her sketchpad and showed it to the newcomer. Yuki returned her to eating and drinking peacefully when she heard Peter's question.
"Yes I am and maybe we are. Its just how everybody is." the girl wrote in reply at her sketchbook and took a sip again from her mug. Then, she remembered something and started to scribble at the her sketchpad, "I forgot to introduce myself. Yukiharu Elphvies, pleasure to meet you two." smiling happily.
|♬♫♪♩♫♩♬♩♪♫|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ |☪|
I'm awake and sing a song.
The forget-me-not that you gave me is here.
I need you to be stronger than anyone
I release my soul so you can feel my song.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 9:11 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"Ah," Peter said. "Well, don't touch me. No touchy. I'm a very look but don't touch sort of man. That includes trying to asphyxiate me with your a**."
As he sat their chatting with the girl whose name he didn't actually bother to remember, they were joined by a scarf wearing gentleman. "Thanks," Peter said, pulling himself up and back onto the sofa. "Appreciate the gesture, but I don't do...touching. Thanks though. I mean it."
And he actually did. It was kind of nice to have a kind gesture extended to him occasionally. One that didn't involve chocolate. Ugh. Still, he ate the second cookie without complaining. It was still food, after all. Oh, right. She had told him her name. He was supposed to reciprocate that gesture, wasn't he? Even if he'd already forgotten what hers was.
"Peter."All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right. ((Sorry, Cheese--somehow I missed that Reiner had actually run over to them! DDD= *flails*))
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 11:34 pm
 Robin Skelton I'm not calling you a liar
Just don't lie to me Robin dragged herself into the common room. Slowly. She carried her laptop with her underneath her arm in hopes that changing rooms would somehow bring back the file. Unlikely, but who knows? She laid the laptop at a side table close to a window. Something smelled good, very sweet. Cookies? She turned to see there was more than one person in the room with her. She expected Yukiharu, since her roommate left a note for Robin, but the other two were new to her. Music students? I'm not calling you a thief
Just don't steal from me Robin straightened her jacket a little more and walked towards the little group. One seemed like he was homeless once upon a time, and the other.... She couldn't think up anything for him. "I'm glad to see everyone's getting along." She felt her smile straining on her face. She wanted to flip the sofa. Then fix it. Then flip it again. Then fix it again, along with steamcleaning the carpet. It was just one of those moods. Stupid computer. I'm not calling you a ghost
Just stop haunting me Robin frowned slightly when she heard the name Peter. Didn't she see it somewhere on the roommate assignments? "I'm Robin, by the way. The secretary for the Student Council. Did you meet your roommate yet?" She asked curiously. And I love you so much
I'm gonna let you
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 7:21 pm
“ I'll slap you so f*cking hard it'll feel like you kissed a f*cking freight train... ”  XXXDamyen ReedXXX
☆ XXTranscending TimeXX
☆ XXEternal LifeXX xXxAfter having all his belongings onto his bed in his dorm room yet never meeting a roommate, Damyen returned back down to the common room and seeing more people in the room. Flipping open his laptop, he padded rather quietly to a corner of the room although his headphones were blaring 100 Ways To Hate by Five Finger Death Punch in a way that made it seem like he was trying to make himself deaf.
xXxAs soon as he seated himself in his little corner on the floor, he loaded up his screen and pulled up a file that looked like he was writing a story. His fingers then started tapping rather quickly over the keys as he tried immersing himself in something other than the cookies and group of students. Pausing his fingers movements, he pulled his iPod from his pocket and pressed pause while the other hand removed his headphones and wrapped them around his small device. Shoving it back into his pocket, he glanced up at the few others in the room. To interact or not to interact; that was the question.
xXx“I hate that question... It's such an irritating question... She has a laptop so... Mm,” he mumbled while trying not to show his own mental debate. It wasn't like they could hear him in his corner of the room that just so happened to be as far away from other people as he could get. At least the common room was relatively large so it couldn't feel like some kind of isolation tank. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of such a small enclosed space. It'd feel plenty open to any sane person, but his step-dad attempted helping him with his fear by trying to put him into an isolation tank... The scene didn't end too well whatsoever. And it was better not to remember that incident.
XXX
☆ XXThe Story Never EndsXX
☆ XXLove Never DiesXX {( OOC ;; ~ )}
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