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 Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 1:26 pm
Slam slam, oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee had gotten over the fact that she had run into they guy by the time he started speaking. Ah, she had been correct about the title, but he preferred to be called by his name. Eh, it didn't bother her. "Ah, my name is Andee. Otherwise known as Tinkerbell." She stated, maybe he could remember that. She remembered people better by their titles than their names, really. Mainly because she already had the title in her brain. She could associate the person and the character together and remember better.
Andee raised an eyebrow as he stated that he hoped he wasn't the reason she got up and left the table. Why would he think that? She could care less as well. Huh. "No. Silly, you weren't the reason I left. Tink's neutral, really....I was actually upset at my fairytale counterpart..." She trailed off as Polly appeared. Sorry, Pol...Andee hated that. She really shouldn't be correcting herself mentally. Polly would come around and not worry about being a male Peter Pan. Sierra and herself would get their friend out of that situation.
Polly had given her a small smile. Why? She had to have known she was upset with her. Well, wasn't this awkward. Wait, that was weird. Did Polly just give Ephraim a big smile, like...she was glad to see him or something. However, when Polly introduced herself, she winced at the use of the name Pol. It wasn't right. Wait, Andee knew that look. Well, what it meant when she used a big smile like that.
It appeared, at least to her, that Polly might think Ephraim was cute. Well, Tink didn't blame her...him...whatever! Tink wouldn't interfere...but would keep an eye out for her frustrating friend. Now she was left standing there awkwardly while the other two talked. Great..
Party crasher, panty snatcher
Call me up if you want gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:18 pm
 
The comment stung, more than Bridget would let on. She sat there silently as he got up, wiped the dirt off him, and glared at her. Her own jaw tightened in response, to hell with him.
"God, He's giant... I could have taken him... Next time, next time he won't know what hit him."
Bridget scoffed, and walked away just as he did. Sure, her eyes were stinging, and she could feel tears slightly spill over, but she ignored those feelings. Instead, she made sure she was exiting from a different part of the forest, one opposite of wherever he was going. She wasn’t going to put up with his crap, not today.
‘If only he knew…’
The thought rung truer now than ever, he didn’t know all the restless nights she had imagining what other slut he was throwing himself on. All the tears she wasted after she went out of her way to make sure he was all right. All the schemes she joined in, acting as if it was all in good fun. She never asked for his help with her catches, the men she slept with were faceless to him. Yet, she had to imagine all the girls he spent his time with. It was horrible, not that he cared. God, she was such a hypocrite. Not that she expected him to get irritated or jealous of the guys she was with. Goodness no, he was shallow as a puddle, only having room for sex in his life. He didn’t bother with anything else, and Bridgett wanted to be the same way.
‘Emotions are crap!’
The motto rung through her mind, piercing her heart. She let out a scream of frustration, and punched the tree that was unfortunately beside her. Then, collapsing on her knees, she started crying. They were the kind of tears that shock her whole body, and she let it go on far longer than she would have liked. Nonetheless, Bridget wasn’t the one to cry, the one to get frustrated, or the one to care, so she forced herself to stop. Then, while wiping the snotty mess on her sleeve, she grew determined to find Bianca. Then, possibly kick Stetson’s a**. But first, she had to protect the one who saved Andy. It was all ways about Andy.
It was rather lucky that the exit out of the Forrest wounded up right in front of the Girl’s dorms. Bridge quickly walked into the first door, and headed straight to Bianca’s room. Figuring it’d be safer to wait for Bianca in her dorm than for Andy to find her in the cafeteria talking to the girl, Bridget banged on the door. ‘Please answer, please answer’
“Its me, Bridgett’ She almost cried into the room, and started looking around like a paranoid lunatic. If Andy saw her… She decided it best not to think of that, and continued banging on the door. ‘Dammit, hurry up’ her thoughts echoed as she banged.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:37 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes  Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca had been eating in quiet. It was an odd thing for her, not even having her ipod turned on. It must be beacause it had helped with some drama earlier. She had had enough of drama for one day. Seriously, she was glad she had decided to eat alone in her room. That way the three guys couldn't bother her, nor could Polly's new look. She just wanted to forget the day and move on.
Apparently Lady Fate didn't agree. She had just finished up feeding some of her sandwich to Emmett when someone began pounding on her door. Bianca froze. Oh, crap. She prayed it wasn't Andy. She definatley didn't want to see him any time soon. She didn't want it to be Ayden either. She knew she had probably hurt his feelings earlier when she stood up to him about Stetson. Well, she wasn't taking it back. She had her own choices to make. Plus, he had overreacted anyways. Stetson. Stetson was an iffy. She wasn't sure how she felt about speaking to him right now either.
However, she was wrong on all accounts. It was Bridgett. Bianca quickly got up and straightened her clothes out, tossing her garbage away in her wasetbasket. She unlocked her door and opened it to see the blonde girl looking a bit off compared to normal. Her makeup was a bit messed up and she looked upset. That told her that something had gotten to her. Bridge never showed emotion.
"Come in..." Bianca said, actually pulling the girl inside and closing the door behind her. She locked it once it was closed, purely out of habit. She grabbed the box of tissues off her vanity as well as a small hand mirror and handed it to the girl. She needed it, and Bianca would let her compose herself while she waited to hear why Bridge stopped by..
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:15 pm
Once she felt safe, she took a hesitant seat on Bianca’s bed, then gave the girl a sad look.
“I shouldn’t be here, God, Andy is going to kill me…”
She mumbled, more to herself than her listener, as she took a tissue and wiped her face. Emmet jumped on the bed, and curled up next to her, as if saying “go on, it’ll be all right.” She petted the cat for a moment, and tried to think of how to word this. It was as if she was selling her soul to the devil, in Andy’s eyes, she probably was.
“I, uh, don’t think you’re safe from Andy. He said something about getting back at Stetson, you know, men and their pride. Well, the best way to get back at Stetson is well, you…”
Bridgett took a deep breath, thinking on how she had worked so hard to get Andy laid this morning, yet now she was protecting the girl he wanted. She shouldn’t have been doing this, but if it wasn’t for Bianca, he might have been dead. None of that would add up for the guy, with his brain the same size of a fish’s. She took another swallow of air, and looked up at the girl.
“The best way to get back at you, well, it’d be something along the lines of what happened this morning…”
She paused again, and looked down at her hands. Again, she considered leaving; let Bianca fin for herself. Yet, this was one of the many things she was doing for him, it didn’t make much since at the moment, but in the long run, it would.
“Andy, well, he’s a coward. He hates violence, runs from it. That’s how he survived before Ever After, freak this school only….” ‘helped him’. Bianca didn’t need to know about that, it wasn’t her place. Therefore, she trailed off that sentence.
“Anyways,” she continued without missing a beat, “that means he’ll do something where he doesn’t have to fight, somewhere where you’re vulnerable…”
She really hoped Bianca was getting the picture. She didn’t want to go into depth with all she believed he might do, she wasn’t even sure she could keep calm while saying that. He wasn’t a bad kid, he was just pissed, his pride had gotten in the way…
This of course reminded Bridgett of the glare he gave her, the harsh tone of his voice. She took a deep breath, realizing she obviously had abandoned her philosophy today. She was acting just like her mother. Then again, her mother wasn’t noble, was she? Bridgett was sitting here, selling her soul to the devil, because it was the right thing to do. Who knows how Andy would react, if she’d lose him. It was possible, and she couldn’t think about that, or she’d chicken out.
“Anyways, I want to help you. What Andy is going to do is wrong, and after you… umm…saved him…. I have to.”
She finished the last part in a stern voice, finally finalizing it in her mind. She had to do this, for Andy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 8:11 am
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca watched as Bridgett walked over to the sliding glass door, shut it, locked it, and closed the blinds. She, personally, was wondering why she needed to do that. However, she was glad that Emmett came in before the door was shut. It was cute how he rubbed against the girl's leg. Emmett was a sweet heart. Moments later, Bianca found out why her back door had almost been barricated. Andy. It made sense now. With Andy being Aladdin and all, he could basically climb up to anywere he wanted to go. She was greatful Bridgett took that precaution.
Bianca sat down on the other side of Emmett. He had decided to sit next to Bridgett for comfort reasons. Animals could sense when you were upset. She listened respectively as Bridge explained why she was there. So, she thought Andy was going to use her to get back at Stetson. It would actually be a bonus for him. Seeing as he had already kissed her earlier, and she knew that he liked her, plus, getting the girl first. That would truly tick off Stetson.
Wait, hadn't Stetson already ticked her off? He had, hadn't he? She just wanted to let the whole thing drop. Forget the whole situation that occurred that morning. No, he couldn't do that, could he? Why did men have to be so violent? Girls were vicious when it came to payback, but they weren't really violent. They were manipulative and sneaky. Maybe she should let Andy get back at Stetson. Ah, wait, what was she thinking? Bianca wasn't like that. She shook her head to clear those thoughts from it.
"Alright....I just won't wander off on my own any time soon. It's going to suck, not enjoying alone time with my pets, but...It will be necessary. I'll ask Ayden to accompany me, if I go somewhere..." Bianca told Bridge. Bridge knew how Ayden could be, she was his best friend after all. Plus, he'd probably be happy that she wasn't spending any time with Stetson to care for the reason behind it.
Bianca stood up again, and went to grab the little wastebasket that was beside her little vanity. Her eyes caught the little bottle of sleeping pills the Academy gave her. Stupid things, really. It was because of the whole Snow White thing. How she ate the poison apple and went to sleep for a long time. She had to take them to sleep straight through the night. Bianca swore they gave her very lucid dreams. Almost life like, and it startled her when she woke up in the morning. She'd stop taking the stupid things if she could. Bianca stopped glaring at the little bottle and headed back to Bridge with the wastebasket, so she could throw away the tissue she had used. "Thank you for warning me..."
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 11:17 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Surprisingly enough, the rest of lunch went quite well. The three continued to talk about light topics until lunch was over. A little bit of brown had even returned to Sierra's eyes as she talked. She'd been quite happy how calmly things were flowing; the fact that Marcel was willing to deal with the psychology teacher warmed her stone heart. Unfortunately, all good things must end and it was time for her to walk back to her room.
She winced slightly as she pushed the chair back to leave. "I believe it's time to go to class for you. Thank you both for your company." She got up very slowly and her knuckles were white as she gripped her cane. She gave a tight smile and nodded towards the both of them. "I'll see you both later," she stated. For Marcel, that would mean explaining everything. For Ayden, it would mean discussing his modeling job and everything that entailed.
She managed to leave the table with relative smoothness. Oh who was she kidding, she was walking as though it were ever first time: clumsy and shaky. Maybe she should have used a wheelchair. When she snuck a peak at her feet she could see some red spots peaking through the white bandages. She had to hurry back to the room and change them. Sierra knew however, if she tried to rush things, she'd only end up falling on the floor. It was better to jaggedly walk than crumple on the floor. Baby steps, she reminded herself. These were baby steps to her goal for freedom. Despite whatever the Academy spouted, she knew that the students were nothing more than slaves. Pretty and well taken care of, but they were chattel to feed the stories. Their "freedom" was limited.
She'd free herself and the entire school from this mess. Who deserved this kind of pain? Poetic justice was a pitiful excuse. Their lives were enriching others was just as terrible a reason - they could be contributing by having jobs or teaching or creating new inventions for the world to use. She could...she could....she could have done more with her life. She wanted to. So why her? Why them? Why did they have to be the sacrificial lambs sent to the slaughter? What did she do wrong?
If anyone was watching her or even walking beside her, she didn't notice. She'd barely managed to hold herself together as is. She just wanted to get to her room. She was safe there. She could let go of all this rage and vent there. Just a few more steps. That was all she needed.
That was all she could tell herself as she was barely halfway to the dorm rooms.
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 3:58 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder grabbed a tray full of food and took it to a corner of the cafeteria to eat alone. His interactions with people today had been less than pleasing, with the exception of Sierra and Bianca. It seemed that men were just too much to deal with, and most women for that matter. Still...he could understand how Bianca felt right now. He had done exactly what she had told him not to do. A king could never be apologetic for his actions; even if they were wrong, he could never show that kind of weakness. That was the kind of behavior that got him extra work, which he would prefer to avoid. Somehow, Schraeder would make it up to Bianca. It would probably be better to leave her alone for now, though. They had spent a lot of time together today. It might be unseemly if they spent too much time at each other's side. Finishing his food, Schraeder stood and headed back towards the dorm. Along the way, he laid eyes on Sierra, walking ahead of him and apparently unaware of his presence. Keeping his silence and moving quietly, Schraeder sped up and fell into place beside her, but didn't start conversation. She would talk if she wanted to.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 1:38 pm
“You’re right; Ayden cares about you about, Bianca. He’s the right choice. I have to go, but tomorrow I’m going to come back and install some security features on your dorm, all right. Better be safe than sorry. Oh, and can you spend the night somewhere? I’m sure Polly or Sierra would love to help. Just umm, can you please not tell them everything…. I don’t want Andy to get in a lot of trouble, it’s just boys being boys…”
She got up then, rubbing Emmet’s ears one more time before leaving. Then, gave Bianca one last smile before she walked out, where she headed straight towards one of her good friends, Ayden’s dorm.
Sadly, by observation, he wasn’t there. That hadn’t stopped her from coming though, she knew no one would expect her to be there, and to be frank, she hadn’t wanted to see another soul as long as she may live. Therefore, she crawled in his bed, and fell asleep. She had done it before, and God knows she’d do it again. Ayden represented safety, that she could be herself. It wasn’t about the games she played with Andy, or the sex she had with everyone else. Girls she kept at a distance, laughing about anything and everything, acting as if they were best friends, knowing they weren’t.
While she slept, she dreamed. Her dreams echoed of the nights she spent back home. She hadn’t missed these nights, the Academy saved her from much hurt she had experienced. It had saved her from her Mother ever talking to her again, from her father looking at her sadly as she threw herself at the boys nearby. It had saved her from the hate from all the stuck up white girls, from the arrogance from all her friends, from the fake world she lived in. The academy wasn’t fake, not by any means. They never acted as if they were going to treat you any different from what their tales entailed. Evil Queens danced in deadly shoes, naive sisters gave their hair, and Prince Charming got the princess. The same happened in the real world; just everyone lied and said otherwise.
Bridgett’s dream was when she was little, early Christmas morning. She was sitting under the tree, unwrapping a present her mother got her. It was a fairy tale, Cinderella.
“Momma, am I gonna grow up and marry my prince charming”
She asked this with wide eyes, smiling at the book, then asked her mother to read it to her. Her mother did, pausing after every sentence to look down at her daughter’s wide eyes. The young girl was marveled by the drawings, especially at the end where Cinderella wore her wedding dress. When her mother finished the last word, she looked down and said simply “yes, every girl in the whole world gets their prince”. She left out that most of the characters in that story actually ended up alone and sad, that only Cinderella, that was as sweet as she was beautiful, married the prince.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 2:03 pm
  Ayden watched in disdain as Sierra left, and his distress only grew as she limped. How could they force her to do that? He was going to fix it, he was Prince Charming anyways, and there was no way in hell she was going to do that in his story. He almost got up to help her, but when he saw Stetson approach her, he pushed it aside and returned to his companion, the Devil.
He hadn’t talked to this Man much, not for any other reasons besides he never got the chance. Ayden had plenty of baddie friends, with Bridgett being his best friends, and he had plenty of friends in all sorts of fairy tales. Just apparently, he never spoke a word to this lad.
A bit of awkwardness resided in the air until the Devil talked, "So tell me, Charming. How have you been?" Prince Charming hadn’t known how to answer that, but he figured best to go with the good instead of the best. “Fairly good, I’d say. Sierra supposedly has a modeling job for me. There isn’t much opportunity to do what you like here, now is there…”
It was again, polite conversation. Ayden hadn’t cared much about finding enemies and friends. There were school politics, none of which he cared about. He just talked with people worth talking to, and didn’t say much to those who hadn’t interested him. There was no scheming, no fighting, none of that. As far as he was concerned, he was stuck in this place forever, so he had to make the best of it.
Ayden looked around the place for a bit, seeing whomever else might have been there. There was Polly with the Apprentice. It made him smile a tad, knowing the little guy was gay. His mind quickly thought over if that made it all right to date a girl who was becoming a man, or, if he’d react badly if he realized the man he was talking with was indeed a girl. Nonetheless, he found it charming, and looked around some more. He made sure his looks were subtle, not wanting the Devil to think he was uninterested in their conversation, it wasn’t that at all.
He also found Andy, glaring very openly towards Stetson. This was possibly even more entertaining. Worst comes to worst, they could team up to get Stetson away from Bianca, since Ayden knew Andy was never interested in a girl for long. However, as fast as the notion came in his head, he pushed it away. The only reason Andy grew detached was that he had sex with the girls, and then he pushed the away. Despite Ayden’s distaste towards Stetson, he was a better choice than a player was.
He looked away, back towards Marcel, waiting for the slightly boring small talk continued.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 5:32 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Once the king left and Andy was left with no one to glare at his interest in lunch fell into a downward spiral. The kid finished his lunch and left his tray on the table, not caring to take care of it. The boy was preoccupied. Slowly he made his way over to the table Prince charming and the black guy were sitting at. Andy sat down across from Ayden and looked him in the eye.
"Does that a** hole bother you as much as he bother's me?"
Andy was talking about Stetson. He knew that the two were not completely on equal ground with one and other. He could use that... He could get Ayden on his side then steal the girl. And Andy needed to steal the girl.
"... He's edging in on your girl, man... I wouldn't be able to put up with that... Not at all."
With a shake of his head Andy looked back at the door making sure Stetson was really gone. He didn't want to get choked out again, not here, not now. It was the worst feeling in the world, having some guy crush your neck until you couldn't function.
"He's to... To much of an a** for your girl... He's going to ruin her."
Andy looked back at Ayden then at the kid beside him. This guy wasn't someone he knew... But he probably should have. Andy didn't get around much when it came to baddies. None of them liked him much so, he didn't socialize with them.
"You know what I mean."
The kid winked and gave a little chuckle to the devil. He looked like a guy who knew his way around the ladies, or maybe Andy was just being racist. He wasn't very good at understanding those cultural differences. He wasn't focused on them much.
"Because you're a Black guy.... And the ladies like that.... You know... Think about it..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:30 pm
“See, here’s the thing; we both know that when Bianca is bored with Stetson – which she will, he’s a boring guy – she’ll come running back to me.”
He paused letting Andy believe that Ayden already had everything figured out. He didn’t, but he was a good bluff. Not that he had to bluff, he had everything Andy wanted. “And uh, there’s another girl you want isn’t there….” He acted as if he was thinking for a moment. See, he had insight no other boy in the school had, Bridgett was his best friend; which, meant full and plainly, he knew more about her than all of the other boys in the school. He knew one special thing about her also; that she had never slept with the school’s player, and time and time again, he had tried to sleep with her. A plan was already forming in the Prince’s head.
“Oh yes, Bridgett, Bridgett and Bianca; the two girls who spend more time with me than anyone else in the school. Two girls I know you want, in very very inappropriate ways. You see, as long as they’re close to me, you can’t touch them. Either of them.”
He cracked a smile, knowing this wasn’t a bluff. Sure, acting as if he had it all together may have been a lie, but there was one truth, Andy did want the two girls Ayden was closest too. After all, who was at his dorm more than anyone? Bridgett, every day almost, it was like her second home. Moreover, Bianca, they had spent all of their time together, well before Stetson. Nonetheless, with some compromises, he was positive he could make a plan to keep Andy away and Bianca. There had to be a plan…
“Now, instead of you ‘teaming up with me’ just so you could magically steal Bianca away, I’d work on getting on my side, cause without me, You have no luck. Not that I intend on letting you get Bianca, but there are other things you’d like, I’m sure.”
He got up then, knowing the Devil would probably leave also after that offensive joke that was so foolishly pulled. Man, if Bridgett heard that, she’s go right back to her old ghetto self. This of course made Ayden smile, he knew Bridgett more than anyone, and for once, it was paying off terribly. Though, he wasn’t sure how she would think about him using her in his pawn to win. It flustered him a little, and he knew he had to make some sort of excuse.
As he walked away, he thought over excuses to tell Bridgett, he had to go to her first, at least before Andy did. If that weasel got to her first, all of Andy’s plan would be ruined. Therefore, he thought and thought, and was almost filled with dismay. However, a perfect plan sprung in his head; he’d use the same reason that he said all of that stuff to Aladdin – He wanted to make him jealous, and thus would lead him to Bridgett, which would benefit them all. He would be away from Bianca and closer to Bridge. Ayden was overjoyed with this epiphany, and continued to head towards him dorm.
It was mere gut that Ayden went back to his dorm. Therefore, he went, and to his surprise, walked in on his luck. Of course, she was napping, one of her many talents. He looked in there and smiled for a moment before walking in.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 6:41 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  “Really? That’s good…” The response was somewhat toneless even his eyes followed Sierra’s departure, a smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. Truthfully he cared about what the other was doing just about as much as the other cared about the farce of a conversation that was in progress. The only difference was that he wasn’t going to show it…at least to the best of his abilities. It was hard to stop the twitch of his fingers as they automatically moved to drum at the table top. A clear sign of impatience for the conversation to end even with the fact that he started its flow in the first place. To be honest he hadn’t expected such a….textured answer. At most he had anticipated a cut and dry answer that covered the basics and left the specifics. A simple, ‘Just fine.’ would have been well enough for him. But now he would have to…comment…
Another mindless nicety was about to make its way to his lips before he was interrupted by a timely arrival. One that came in the form of a grey eyed, olive hued, brunette. The male wasted no time in getting to his point. A fact that he usually would appreciate in a person, but somehow still ringing untrue considering the subject of the conversation. From the sound of it he was talking down about someone. A normal occurance in this place but somehow sounding of a more personal nature. Like he was trying play up the mood for something. The other cause for his wariness and instant dislike had to do with the comment that he had the nerve to add some time after.
Even with his learned way of speaking it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Marcel had been around in his time. The light scars, the tattoos, and piercings. None of these things spoke of easy living. And sure it attracted some girls who were into the ‘bad boy’ type. But it was apparent that the guy was pointing out that his color had more to do with any attraction a girl would feel for him than anything about him in general.
All in all the comment rubbed him wrong. And the sickeningly ‘buddy buddy’ vibe that he was trying to pull off around him didn’t make it any better. The acute burst of anger causing his hands to drop from their threaded ease and into a ready fists. And the smile he had for most of the morning turning sharp, " Listen. You don't know me like that. And its only because you just might be that stupid to make that kind of comment...that I'll let it slide because I feel sorry for you."
It was obvious that the other had been in some kind of altercation before he came to the cafeteria. The print of a hand still ran red and deep around the guy's throat. He had pissed someone off and probably got everything he deserved if he spoke the same way he was now. It was also because of this that he didn't take this 'disagreement' to a more physical level. He wasn't the kind of guy to take left over pickings...no matter how satisfying it would be to guy's pretty boy's face in. That being said Marcel took Charming's lead. Leaving his statement at that. There was truly nothing to say beyond it. And he had something better to do than to explain the concept of what to say and not to say around a person of 'color'.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 7:04 pm
oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N "It wasn't so much about the color of your skin as it was the size of your d**k."
Andy said this without thinking... Why did he always have to say things without thinking? Who knows. He wasn't a smart boy, he was a foolish boy. A boy who should have known better, but since he came to this school he found that there were not any real consequences for his actions anymore. He could do anything and they would what? Slap his wrist? Who cares. Andy walked after the black man into the hall and reached out to grab his shoulder, keeping his from walking away and forcing him to turn and face him.
"And I'm not stupid, don't ever say that I am. I'm smarter then all of you people. Smart enough to be here. And maybe I want to know you like that and you just won't let me because you're to stupid. It would make sense for you to be the stupid one, look at you."
Andy gestured to the man's shirt and shook his head. He dropped his hands before putting a hand on his own hip and frowning. Andy looked like he was giving the devil a once over, examining him for flaws and what he found made him rethink his agenda... The guy was really strong looking. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this after all... No! He had to regain his pride. This was happening.
"You're to stupid to take a complement? What's wrong with you?"
Andy reached out to push on the guys shoulder, making him take a step back or something. The kid was getting full of himself. He didn't think that this guy would stand up for himself. He seemed to be afraid, good. He should be. Andy was a force to be reckoned with. He was pure power. He was stronger then a million oxen and smarter then a college educated mathematician. He could lift fifty golden camels with just his right hand... Okay not all of that was the truth... But it was close. He was a talented boy. And he thought he was far more then talented.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 7:47 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca thought about Bridge's statment. Ayden was the right choice? She, personally, wasn't so sure about that one. She never felt much whenever she was around him. She was more nervous around Andy and Stetson. Andy mainly because she had no idea what he planned on doing, and it kind of freaked her out, made her wary. Stetson, now that one she couldn't understand exactly why she felt the way she did. Maybe it was because he was supposed to be a baddie, but it didn't seem like it. Maybe it was just him. Heck, she didn't know.
Woah, wait. Install some safety features in her dorm? Wasn't that a bit extreme. After all, if Andy was after her, he probably wouldn't try to hurt her intentionally. Maybe Bridgett really didn't want to let Andy have a chance to do what he wanted. That would probably have nothing directly to do with what Bianca wanted. No, she shouldn't be thinking like that. It wasn't like her. Not like her at all. Gah, it was all these boys getting to her head.
Sleepover? Now this was getting a bit absurd. Bianca didn't want to leave the comfort of her room to sleep elsewhere. Plus, she was kinda embarassed about the whole sleeping pill thing. She tended to be out cold, like a rag doll, limp and as lifeless as can be. Well, other than her breathing that is. Then, the vivid dreams can creep her out, and she ends up waking up in a panic and staying up all night, unable to sleep any longer. It sucked in general.
So, that was a no go. And it wasn't like she'd tell anyone anyways. Andy could get in enough trouble on his own without her help. Bridgett left without a parting word from Bianca. It seemed she needed to get out of there anyways. So, she flashed her a smile as the door closed behind her. Once she was alone, she picked up Emmett and held him, scratching under his chin before heading back to the sliding glass door. She unlocked it with one hand, and opened it as well. She'd rather be outside, despite Bridgett's warnings.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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