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 Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:46 am
RP Navigation 1. FS Prompt Response
2. Intial Feelings: Journal Entry
3. RP with Canaan
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:52 am
FS Prompt Response Quote: You, like everyone else, have a secret that you don't want others to know about. What is this secret? One day, You found out that this secret was discovered by someone else. How did you react to this revelation? Quote: Music filled the sleeping boy's ears as his radio alarm clock blasted an upbeat tune. However, not even the charismatic music that usually put the bounce in his step could console Brontë Corentin. Dread filled Brontë’s eyes as the soft rays of the early morning sun poured into his room. Sleep had been unkind and though it had been his only escape from the past day's events, it had not been enough for all that had transpired to be forgotten. As far as this young man was concerned, the clouds had turned black, fire rained down from the heavens, and peace was forever lost to the dark abyss. Brontë let out a long sigh as he tried to pull the quilted covers over his short messy hair. He tightly grasped the edge of the bed sheets and closed his eyes in hopes of vanquishing the abominations that dominated his thoughts. He then turned to face a pair of pink boxer briefs that lay innocently on the floor. One would not guess by the look, size, or shape that this undergarment had caused unimaginable turmoil and dismay. As he peered at the pair of underwear, his mind started to relive the events that had transpired.
Hours before Brontë had been walking back from his last class. As usual his headphones were in his ears and his mind miles away as he carefully timed the landing of his feet to match to the quick beat of one of his favorite songs. His fingers tapped the side of his tank top as strolled down the lane towards his room. Brontë’s daydreams were about exploring ancient lands or summoning great power from an ancient grimoire. A dazzling beauty waiting for him as he unlocked the world’s lost secrets with only his wits and MP3 player at his side. These visions of grandeur would soon be destroyed by a cold hard blow to Brontë’s ego.
Brontë looked to the side to see a casual friend conversing with a boy that didn’t exactly brighten Brontë’s life. He hoped to stroll on as before without any interruption from the boy that caused his blood to boil. He continued walking and an unwelcome hand grabbed the backside of his elbow and he turned to face the goon. Brontë usually would greet anyone with a slight smile and a nod as he continued listening to his music, but this guy wasn’t on his list of friends-to-be. Brontë nodded and acknowledged his unwelcome guest and became annoyed since he wanted to chat with him about the joys of car engines. Searching for a discreet exit from his annoying companion, he quickened his pace and acted as if he was still daydreaming. However, he took an unexpected rolling dive as his foot was caught between the goon’s feet. An Olympic gymnast would have been envious of Brontë tumble as he completed two complete flips before landing on his back and his feet above him. His pants fell down just enough to reveal a pair of bright pink boxer briefs. His cheeks soon were matching his underwear as he realized that this mishap would have grave consequences. With a disguising laugh, he stood up from his fall and continued his stroll. The goon’s preview of his underwear was going to leak out to the general populace in only a few minutes and Brontë was sure that his once coveted position as the cool-headed, upbeat guy that could only impress his peers would soon turn to the odd ball that enjoys flamboyant underwear. Though he was deflecting every snicker and giggle as he headed towards his room, he knew that he could not be indifferent forever and would soon lose the disguise he had built to mask his true desires. His odd affection for the soft colors like pink and purple would be brought to the forefront and his true self revealed. With a lightning quick pace, he quickly reached his room, changed into his pajamas and threw himself onto the bed.
Brontë could not shake the nightmare that plagued his mind. Friends that once respected him would be laughing and all the teachers mocking him. All Brontë could see was himself clutching his MP3 player in nothing but his pink briefs. Brontë pulled the quilted cover down to his waist and stared at the bright pink boxer briefs. Another sigh escaped from his mouth and he reached for his MP3 player and headphones. If the world was going to end, Brontë could at least enjoy a couple of tunes while he faced the impending apocalypse outside his door. He then turned the circular dial on his MP3 player to one of his favorite songs; an upbeat tune about all that was going right and how invincible the mind is when you just be yourself. He needed the confidence to face the world and contemplated his fate while he lay there. As the last words were sung, he wrapped his mind around the reality of the situation. A new song began to play, upbeat and the words shouted. Brontë then stood up on his bed and began to dance to the beat in a crazy humorous fashion. Throwing his arms in the air and shouting the words with an enormous grin, he decided to create a new disguise. This one would be made of glass. He started to laugh at his own actions then on a whim, changed into another pair of pink briefs, these even brighter and put on the rest of his cloths. Adjusting his belt so his pants sat a little lower, with his underwear hanging out, He turned the volume up and strolled happily out of his room. As he proceeded to class, he waved and nodded to all those that he passed. Sometimes, when he saw someone that he knew, he would point to the underwear and grin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:53 am
Intial Feelings: Journal Entry 11/22/08 I thought I should write down my thoughts about the school since I just arrived. I know I want to remember how it felt to first arrive, especially since this school is unlike any other, well actually, it's unlike any place I've ever been to. I know it sounds strange, but I think I will do well here. I know I haven't done well in the past when it comes to caring about school. ( Okay so I mostly hated it and didn't show up if it wasn't a test day ) But I am going to start something new this time around. Instead of lying in bed and blowing off class, I'm going to be attentive and focus my mind, for once, on something other than music and myths.
So far, I've met Canaan, but he seems cool. I think he knows what's up and all. I also met Sasha and he was my guide around the school. I've had never met anyone from Russia before I met him.
I kind of miss home. I mean there isn't a place here that I really feel comfortable singing. I haven't even hummed since I've arrived. Maybe that is why I feel off. Hmm... I'll have to find a place all my own. I guess that's all for now. I hate not knowing how to express what my first feelings were. Part of my mind had completely pushed them away, after all I don't really care about reality most of the time. Maybe I should be writing about my dreams more than reality. Well, maybe more cool stuff next time.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:32 am
Roommate RP Journal
Wow, I'm so relieved after meeting my new roommate Cane. I was really worried that he would be some big oddball or something. I still feel weird writing down my thoughts so much, but I feel better afterwards. I guess it goes back to not wanting to feel like I have some of those less than desired emotions. Anyways, Cane doesn't say much... at all. Though, I can tell it is not from arrogance or anything, but something more. It seems he has had a life full of many different experiences. Plus, I have to like him for respecting my love of music and being understanding about our two different backgrounds. He also seemed to like my MP3 player too, which gives him some favor on my part. I hope we continue to have some common interests. I feel like that can make this whole new school seem less intimidating, I mean I'm not scared or anything, just slightly overwhelmed, only a little anyways. I mean, who could have imagined a Native American and a Greek rooming together? It seems odd how things play out.
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