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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:37 pm
 " welcome to carrisdale school of the arts. "
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 10:56 pm
.::Lani M a c l e a n Foster::. lights... camera... action! “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side... which he never shows to anybody.”  As his alarm rang loudly, tearing him from his first dreamless sleep in weeks, Lani reached a weary hand up and smacked his alarm clock. "Ugh, seven already?" he said groggily as he pushed his blankets off himself. His room was the same as it always had been the off white walls and ceiling, covered in tons of different movie posters, cd’s and dvd’s strewn everywhere and piles of clothes that either never made it to his dresser or never made it to a hamper. He lifted his head from his pillow and shook it vigorously to get all the cob webs out. It didn’t work very well and only coffee would help. He hung his legs off the edge of his bed and stretched and was immediately repulsed by the smell of his breath. Brush teeth then coffee. he decided as he grabbed his towel and pulled on his favorite pajama pants. It was only a few steps from his room to the bathroom but someone managed to stop him. ”Hey, Mac, how’s the movie comin’?” one of the kids on his floor asked. Lani didn’t know his name but he knew his face, this was the kid that always stood a little too close while talking. Lani looked at him with a tired face and responded "I have to edit about three more hours of footage. It will be done after that." With that the kid nodded and walked back to his room leaving Lani to take his shower. This was exactly what he needed. He stood there letting the hot water wake up all his tired muscles. He turned his face up into the stream of water letting it wake him further. He started him normal routine, washing his hair washing his body, all the basics. He stood there a bit longer until he could feel the hot water starting to waver. He quickly turned off the shower and wrapped himself in his towel and walked over to the sink. Again he started his routine using his acne treatment then he started to brush his teeth. When he was done he felt quite refreshed but not fully awake. He turned and left the bathroom only to run into some girl who was looking for her boyfriends room. "I’m sorry. It’s early for me and I’m still a little out of it." she laughed and looked him up and down. Lani had completely forgotten he was only wearing a towel and blush slightly. ”It’s fine,” the girl said ”I’m just looking for room two eighteen.” Lani pointed to the end of the hall then told her to take a right. She smiled, looked him over again and walked down the hall. He quickly went back to his room and closed the door.He dried off and hung his towel on the back of his door so it could dry. He quickly fished out a few of his favorite articles of clothing and started getting dressed. It was a plain pair of blue jeans, his favorite pair of sketchers, his “Halloween” t-shirt and his favorite cable knit sweater. He moved over to his desk to grab his laptop, a Dell XPS, his cell phone, a Samgung Behold, and his iPod. His grabbed his room key from the pants he wore yesterday and stuffed his electronics into his army bag and left his room. The walk to the dining hall was thankfully only interrupted by a few fans of his films. To which he said hi and told them his next film would be out soon and continued on his way. It was a little early for breakfast so there wasn’t a ton of people in the dining hall. This made getting his coffee so much easier. He never understood the people who got all these crazy named coffee’s in strange sizes. He just got his large coffee with two percent and three sugars. He paid for his drink and walked over to an empty table and flipped open his laptop and surfed the internet before his class started. He wasn’t searching for anything in particular when he came across a news post about a women being mauled by a pit-bull. He quickly closed his laptop and sipped his coffee in silence.He feels a bit Drained.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 11:16 pm
♪--♫--jσєу-ησєllє • { naomi } • sєυηg--♫--♪    ♪ ♫ it's all a matter of dancing with your heart "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six...Again!" A groan echoed through the dance studio. "Again!" came another more strict voice that overpowered the groan. The dance instructor paced from side to side, her hands on her hips while she stared at her student. The student let out a deep breath as she waited for the when to start. When she heard the third drum beat, she started, but she was a half second late. "Again!" the dance instructor repeated for the fifteenth time this morning. "UGH!" the student complained, turning her back to the instructor so as to stare out the window. Not that there was anything to see. Behind the student, she could hear the tapping of dance shoes on the hardwood floor. This was the signal that told her that the instructor was impatient. But this instructor had no idea how irritable Joey-Noelle Seung was at trying to master this routine. Turning to face the horrible woman, who looked strangely like a hawk, Joey-Noelle let out a sigh and walked back to her position. She saw the instructor give a disapproved look at Joey-Noelle's choice of clothing and then went back to counting, turning the stereo back. The room soon blasted a fast drum beat. Taking a deep breath, Joey-Noelle took a sharp step to the right while doing a quick swooping motion with her left arm and then started the routine.
Three eight counts later, the dance instructor stopped the music and looked down at Joey-Noelle, who was now on the lying spread eagle on the floor. They had been on this routine since five in the morning and Joey-Noelle was no where near perfecting it. The instructor let out a sigh, walking over to Joey-Noelle in that annoying way that made her feel like she was being looked down on. "I think we should take a break. We'll continue your practicing in one hour. In this time, I advise that you try to get this routine perfected or get yourself cleaned up," the woman said then started off towards the door. Joey-Noelle sat up, her baggy jeans sagging a couple inches below her waist. She glared at the woman's back, flashing the finger for a second before dropping onto the floor again. Easy for you to say stupid skank. You're not the one that has to do this stupid routine. she cursed in her mind, bringing her hands under her head as a support pillow. Her brown eyes stared at the ceiling that looked strangely like the dance floor if it weren't for the fact that there were ceiling lights hanging. Carrisdale School of the Arts had started it's new year last month with no mercy. The second students received their schedules, it was go time. Everyone was worked to the bone on the first day. Joey-Noelle had to remind herself that she was dealing with this school for her parents, because she was only barely able to pass her classes by just a little bit. Even though she had been going to this school for three years now, there was still this fear in her that made her believe that she was never going to make it through. But she would always push those thoughts away afterwards and push herself forward.
Now that she was alone in Dance Studio 2A, Joey-Noelle sat up again, wincing at the pain she felt on her back and on her arms. She had been working through blood, sweat, and tears for the past two hours. So dancing felt like something that she definitely did not want to do at this moment. But she felt the calling. It wasn't around the room. It was deep down inside her. It was in her heart. And it was telling her to get up and release the stress she was feeling at this time. And to do it through something she loved. Dance. Not the kind she was forced to do. But through her free styling. It was her free styling that got her where she was right now. As she got onto her feet, Joey-Noelle stared at her reflection. Her long and layered auburn orange was tied into a messy ponytail, with her side bangs falling flat over her eyes. She wore a black sports bra and a pair of baggy jeans. No one in CSA would ever be seen on baggy jeans, seeing as most of them were all rich and all about brand names. Letting out a sigh, Joey-Noelle pulled up her pants, only to have them fall a couple inches below her waist to reveal the red and blue girl boxers she had under, and walked over to her sports bag. She knelt down in front of the bag, wincing as she felt the strain in her muscles. While she fumbled through her things, Joey-Noelle thought about the routine that she was forced to know and perfect.
The class, which was Advanced Interpretive Dance, had started on this routine last week. But ninety-nine percent of the class had already had the routine memorized by heart. The one percent? It was only Joey-Noelle. So she was forced to stay after hours and get the routine down and perfected. Something that she was not use to at all, no matter how many years she had been at CSA. The routine was a mix of turns and kicks Joey-Noelle was not exactly use to. So she would usually fall behind half a step or half a count after a complicated kick and/or turn. But no matter how complicated the routine was, Joey-Noelle was going to perfect it. It was for her grade, about seventy-five percent of her grade. Shows how a**l the teachers are in the school. When Joey-Noelle finally found her iPod Nano, she stood up and walked over to the stereo near the corner of the large mirror that was used to see the progress or at what needs to be done. It was the dancer's job to know what they are doing wrong and how to fix it. Plugging her iPod into the stereo, Joey-Noelle stood up and stared at herself in the mirror. A blast of beats echoed through the room, but all she heard was her heart beating. It was this kind of music that brought Joey-Noelle back home.
"Five, six. Five, six, seven, eight." It was with this music that she was able to start at the right time. Joey-Noelle started off with a bunch of toprocks, her feet moving on its own. She then transitioned out of the toprock with a step to the left and worked her arms now, moving them to popular popping and locking moves. It was when the beat became more intense did she transition from popping and locking to downrock. Joey-Noelle backflipped into a 6-step, her feet moving in perfect steps so that she would not fall flat on her butt. It was this kind of dancing that she was use to. The breaking, the popping, the locking, the crumping, the stepping. It was her comfort zone. And it was these types of dances that made her feel at home. It made her forget that she was in hell where the people were beautiful and perfect, while she was ghetto and slow. When it was only her and her music, her moves, the outside world was gone. &it will just roll through :: { I Wanna Be The One - Gabriel Antonio }♪ ♫
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 2:16 pm
ღ ε ℓ ℓ є η σ я α . к y ℓ є α . я σ y ☁ Is mayße… serene?Tell yourself: I can make mistakes if I’m creative. ☆
Tell yourself: I can keep mistakes if I’m an artist. ★  It was still too early for the school to be crowded when Ellie stepped out of the warm shower. She shivered when the cool air hit her body. She dressed quickly; pulling on the only clean pair of jeans in her closet and a spaghetti strap tank top. She looked for her black, too large sweatshirt in the dark. It was one of the weirdest things about Ellie, but she didn’t turn on the bright lights in the morning. It felt like the atmosphere was ruined with artificial brightness this early. And looking for black on black… it took her a minute to find the cloth lying on the floor by her canvas. Ellie cocked an eyebrow at the canvas. It wasn’t even started yet. Ellie made a face, turning to face the wall. The wall, one of her greatest masterpieces. Ellie had tacked a huge piece of white canvas on a stretcher. Then, she’d got a ladder in her room and started working on it. Even now, if she needed to vent, Ellie added little things to her already crowded wall. Dressed, Ellie grabbed her bag and slowly eased out of the door. It was Ellie’s favorite part of the day. When CSA was just waking to life. She made her way to the dining hall, fiddling with the earphones. She could hear the music blasting before she even set the buds in her ears. With a sigh, Ellie murmured to herself: "Note to self: Do laundry later." Knowing she would probably forget, Ellie slipped her iPod in the already sagging pocket of the hoodie and swung her bag to reach it. She pulled out a permanent marker and wrote on her hands in big letters: Laundry!!! She drew the last exclamation point with a small satisfied grin. There. Now unless she went blind, she wouldn’t forget. Ellie went straight to the small Starbucks café and stated in a plaintive tone: "Iced Coffee." The girl who served was used to Ellie by now and cheerfully got to work with a nod.
Ellie turned while her coffee was being made and observed the people. Not many, but that was always Ellie’s plan. She didn’t like it when the dining hall was so crowded. She always waited for people to show up before getting up and leaving. There was that guy who made movies, sitting quietly with a closed laptop and coffee. Something about him nagged at the very edge of Ellie’s mind… She blinked fast, and then forgot about it. It wasn’t her job to remember little facts about everyone. Just to keep watch for anything suspicious and report. It was why CSA had hired her in the first place. "Your coffee, ma’am." The server said, and Ellie whipped around quickly. She thanked the woman as she gripped the cold extra large cup. The condensation quickly wet her hands, always above a normal humans temperature. Ellie knew she wouldn’t have to add sugar or anything to the iced coffee; the girl at the counter knew just how Ellie preferred it. Sometimes, there was such comfort in regularity. Ellie headed in the direction of the movie maker. 'Lani? Is that his name…? Wait, no, he’s called Mac by everyone.' Ellie remembered. She turned down the volume to her iPod while keeping the slippery cup balanced with the other. As Ellie approached his table, she took a minute to admire him. Although she didn’t date or confide in anyone, who said Ellie couldn’t anyone admit to herself that this guy was cute? He was, sorta anyway. She cleared her throat as she got near him. "Hey, Mac- am I right? How are you? Just curious, but when’s your next movie coming along?" Ellie didn’t sit, nor bother to make herself comfortable. She just wanted to ask him this fast before going to work on her latest piece or outlining something. Maybe she could take pictures of something, or get started on the wash. But of course that would be boring as hell. You ask, what is αя†? I ask, what is not αя†?   
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Supernatural Soul Natasha
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 8:11 pm
.::Lani M a c l e a n Foster::. lights... camera... action! “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side... which he never shows to anybody.” Lani sat there in his own little world oblivios to anything around him. Inspiration had hit and it was hard to crack his shell when he was in this state. He remember tonight would be a full moon and a few night shots of the sky through the trees in the near by forest would be perfect ending to the movie. He could see it already, the moon beams coming through the canopy and reflecting off of everything that surrounded him. A little bit of shaking as he walked holding the camera skyward for added effect would give the shot that needed feeling of claustrophobia. Though he knew he would have to do this alone, all of his friends had a lot of work to do on their respective projects. All of them to bust to see another of his pieces of art unveiled to the world. He took another sip of his coffee and took a quick glance around the room and noticed a girl at the counter. She was pretty but almost certain she had no idea who he was. He took a moment to observe her, all the curves of her body, how when she moved her hair would bob up and down and how amazingly long her legs where. He pulled himself from his stupor and closed his eyes and leaned against the back of his chair. It wasn’t long till a voice halted his train of thought. When he opened his eyes he noticed the girl from the counter was now standing in front of him asking how his next movie was coming along and she used his name. Crap, crap, crap what is her name? he raked his brain Allie… no, Emma… no, El… Ellen… Ellenora! That’s it. he smiled pleased with himself. "Ellenora, right? Well I have a bit of editing to do and I’m headed into the woods tonight to get a few night shots for the ending. The full moon will a nice atmosphere to the ending." he said. She was extremely pretty and she looked so much older then the other students. Then he remembered she painted "So… How about you how is your next piece coming along?." he said trying to keep the conversation light.He feels a bit Content.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 10:22 am
ღ ε ℓ ℓ є η σ я α . к y ℓ є α . я σ y ☁ Is mayße… determined?Tell yourself: I can hide mistakes if I’m creative. ☆
Tell yourself: I can keep mistakes if I’m an artist. ★ Ellie nodded, "Yup, but I’d rather you went with Ellie. Only my mom calls me Ellenora, and I happen to hate her." She added. She bought the straw to her iced coffee to her mouth and sipped it. Immediately, her head felt more opened up. Coffee did that to you. She felt awake now, the normal wolfish buzz in her veins heightened by caffeine. Especially since yesterday had been a long night… She concentrated on Lani’s words. Something in her kicked in as a result of the job CSA had given her. Her mind worked fast: if CSA had given him permission to go out at the stroke of midnight to work and whatnot, then they would have someone accompany him. No way were they going to let one of their star students out at a time like that; particularly not since they knew what went bump in the dark. But obviously they hadn’t picked anybody to go with him yet, or Ellie was sure she would have heard of it. Ellie figured she could volunteer for the job of escorting this handsome hunk. After all, if Lani was going to make a movie out there, his director mind must have se something out there worth capturing, right? Maybe she could get her guarding duties out of the way and pull some inspiration from the woods in one easy process. She smiled to herself. He was right about the full moon. And since her canvas was already painted a deep royal blue, maybe she could add a full moon in there. That could work out. "You’re right; the woods are a spectacular idea. Who’s going with you to the forest? Maybe I can come along to watch, if you don’t mind. I can even make you some advertising or something for the movie based on the surroundings. And I promise not to give any spoilers away." She grinned.
Ellie answered his next question with a fading smile. She was disappointed to reply: "As for my next piece; I’m at a dead end. I have a background color but that’s just about it." She shut her mouth there. Ellie hated to give away too much of her works until it was finished. She sighed, watching as more people came into the cafeteria. Impulsively, she reached for her bag again and pulled out the permanent marker she’d used earlier to mark her skin. She put down her coffee cup and grabbed Lani’s warm hand- the one not holding the coffee- and wrote down a number. "Well, hey. If I can go with you tonight, can you just come tell me at my dorm later? I really have to go now." She gave Lani a smile to show it wasn’t anything personal. It was just that Ellie was uncomfortable around crowds of people. And there was a crowd coming in now. 'I have to leave now.' Ellie took a deep breath. She felt it necessary to tell Lani, "And it was definitely fun talking to you. Thanks. Bye." She grasped her iced coffee and its cool plastic was comforting as Ellie turned to leave, weaving around a large group of laughter. Her sharp senses could smell alcohol on some of their breaths. Ellie’s nose wrinkled. She increased her pace, heading faster toward the double door entrance.
Once outside the dining hall, Ellie straightened her back and reached into her pocket to turn her music back up. "Come right away to find the joy I've found. Don't hesitate to give up everything." Her lips moved with the lyrics of Skillet. She flipped the permanent marker in her hand automatically. Ellie headed in the opposite direction of where the leeches usually hung out. It wasn’t all that hard to avoid them: they all hung out together and stunk of cloying cotton candy. Way too sweet. Disgustingly sweet. Instead, Ellie rounded a corner to the courtyard. The campus courtyard was Ellie’s favorite place to observe. It had the perfect amount of little niches she could squeeze into, and everybody passed by for one reason or another. Usually hurrying to get to class. And when her class was starting, Ellie could get there fast from the Courtyard. It was the central command. She liked to think of the courtyard as the heart of the school. She found her bench empty- like it usually was- and plunked down. It was an out-of-the-way little wooden corner. You wouldn’t find it unless you were looking for it. Which was exactly how Ellie preferred to be. She held her bag in her lap, familiar smells of freshly sharpened wood and the oils of paint wafting out to her. She undid the drawstring, letting the marker fall in. Ellie pulled out her sketchbook and a sharp pencil. She despised the mechanical type. For a moment, Ellie closed her eyes and let random images wash over her. One recent one stuck out. An enigma Ellie felt she had to try and capture. 'Damn, I should've taken a picture. Hmmm… but eve without one, I think I can handle this little challenge.' Ellie opened her eyes and became engrossed in drawing an accurate likeness of Lani. She held the sketchbook close to her, head bent forward so nobody else could make out what she drew. And, like usually happened, she lost all notice of everything around her. It was just her, the paper, and the music. You ask, what is αя†? I ask, what is not αя†?
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 7:09 pm
.::Lani M a c l e a n Foster::. lights... camera... action! “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side... which he never shows to anybody.” As she spoke Lani became more and more interested in what she had to say. It had been a very long time since he had spoken to ant girl that could hold his attention like she was. Then she asked if she could go into the woods tonight with him to finish off his filming. This made him blush a bit but he agreed and she took his hand in hers. Her skin was very hot and it took Lani by surprise. But instead of looking like a fool he kept quiet as she wrote her dorm number on his hand. Then she smiled and excused herself and left as a large group of groggy students piled in. Lani sat there for a moment and tried to un-cloud his thoughts. That was nice. he thought as he touched his hand. It was still hot from her grasp and he enjoyed the warmth while it lasted. He popped open his lap top and started doing a bit of editing on the movie. It started just as the heroine was locked in a small box and being dragged towards her impending doom. Lani scanned through the camera angels as he chose the best ones for the scene. While he sat there he felt himself becoming tired. His eyelids were getting heavy but he fought a good fight. He brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes but when he opened his eyes he wasn’t in the café anymore. He looked around and he was in the forest and it was very dark. As he looked around he could feel someone watching him. "Hello, who is the-" but he was cut off by an ear shattering howl. He spun around to find a huge wolf mere feet from him. He froze this wolf was huge easily five and a half feet to its shoulder. He watched as it took a cautious step towards him. Lani backed off and the wolf didn’t look aggressive but what did he know. As he turned to run the wolf in front of him started to growl and he turned to look at what was making it aggressive now. As soon as he turned he wished he hadn’t. The creature that stood in front of him now was massive. It looked like a huge man but was covered heat to toe in jet black hair. It had a head like a canines and its lips were pealed back exposing its bright white teeth. But it had pale blue eyes and it looked down at Lani. It watched him for a moment then threw its head back and let out an ear piercing howl of its own. When it brought its head back down it looked at the other wolf and lunged. And Lani woke up again in the café with his laptop still playing through the footage he left on it. He quickly collected his things and almost ran to his class.He feels a bit Uneasy.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:37 pm
♪--♫--jσєу-ησєllє • { naomi } • sєυηg--♫--♪ ♪ ♫ to all those that say i can't, screw youWhoever had thought up the phrase "Trouble in Paradise" must have never been inside CSA. Because if that person did, they would have used the words "Trouble in Hell" more than a billion times over. That was what Joey-Noelle was thinking as she stood in front of her dance instructor while the old hag lectured about how her dancing would have been considered vulgarity in so many ways. Joey-Noelle really couldn't understand what they were talking about, since they had let her in because of the dancing she did. Besides, the last time she remembered, breaking wasn't really vulgarity. Unless doing backflips and landing right on your back was something that was not really called for in dancing. It was because of this that Joey-Noelle felt like she had had enough of this school for today. And classes hadn't even started yet. Shut up already you stupid hag! Joey-Noelle screamed in her mind, rolling her eyes whenever the instructor wasn't looking. By the looks of how long this lecture looked like it was going, which had already lasted for about five minutes and counting, Joey-Noelle was going to be here for a while. Sweat dripped down the sides of Joey-Noelle's face as the instructor paced and screamed the nonsense that this school was putting in the minds of the students. It made Joey-Noelle wonder what the hell she was thinking when she thought about coming here. All determination of being here was fading slowly while the instructor dragged on and on, stating for what felt like the twentieth time that her "street" dancing was not to be performed in this school. That it was what professional dancers consider "amateur." Joey-Noelle scoffed whenever that opinion was mentioned. The only reason why they consider it amateur is because they're stiff asses can't bust what I do. She scoffed again, only this time the old woman caught her in the act. Which now led to another round of lecturing.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Saved by the bell! Before the instructor could say another word, Joey-Noelle grabbed her things lying by her feet and rushed out of the dance studio. While students rushed with their bags and other equipment to the other buildings of this school, Joey-Noelle pushed her way through crowds and headed towards her dorm room. After that long lecture, there was no way she was going to deal with her other instructors. No matter how much trouble she was going to be in afterwards. As she rushed off towards her dorm, fumbling through her sports bag for her towel, Joey-Noelle bumped right into some really tall person. Because of this collision, she found herself with a major headache and a complete butt sore. She also found herself on the floor. "Watch it!" she cried out, getting up onto her feet without any help. She looked up at the person she bumped into, remembering him only because of that one horror movie night she went to when she didn't feel like going to the back alleys to battle. He was the host of the horror movie night since most of the horror movies were his. Joey-Noelle remembered almost getting into a fight with some girl from one of her dance classes but it had been broken up because Mister Director had caught them just in time. After looking up at...Lennard?...Louis?...Lance?...whatever his name was, Joey-Noelle side stepped the director guy without another word and scrambled off in a more cautious speed. Not only was she slowing down so that she wouldn't bump into someone again, but she was also getting a really bad headache from the collision. It was as if the guy's chest, or head?, was made out of stone. "Hey! Watch where you're going, charity case!" someone cried out behind her, following it was a few giggles. Joey-Noelle decided to ignore the insult, knowing all too well that if she got into a fight in this school she would be kissing her last year at CSA good bye. They're just hating. she told herself then ran down the steps.
Minutes later, and with a few bruises on her butt, Joey-Noelle made it to the safety of her room. The dorm building was emptying out quickly because classes were beginning. So that meant that Joey-Noelle had her room all to herself without a bunch of snobby rich kids knocking at her door and screaming that she go back to the slums. It's been that way for the past years she's been at CSA. Even though she started around her sophomore year and have gained a tiny bit of respect, there were was the rest of the population at the school that thought she just didn't belong. She didn't know how long this would last, letting people tell her that she wasn't enough. But she still wasn't going to give up. Except with today. Today she felt like rebelling, if that was the right word to call ditching. Just as she thought about the ditching plan, Joey-Noelle's Sidekick LX started to buzz in her sports bag. She dived towards it, crash landing comfortably on her bed as she turned onto her stomach and fumbled through her things for the damn phone. The phone had been her ex-boyfriend's, her boyfriend during the time, and so it had a few scratches. But it still worked wonders. A text message flashed on the screen, which made her plan to ditch all the more sweeter. The text had an address, which meant the back alley that the session was going to be at. Ever since coming to CSA, Joey-Noelle has been trying to find some people that she actually gets along with. Seeing as no one in CSA was like her. At least no one that she's known, seen, or bumped into. So the low class people that can't afford this school were the only people she could kick it with for comfort. After all, she was born in that kind of living style back at home. After texting a quick reply, telling them that she'll be right there, Joey pushed herself out of her bed and over towards the little closet at the corner of her room.
In easy seconds, Joey was dressed in a clean sports bra under a black tank top and a pair of light gray sweatpants with the elastic on the ends of each open. It was the perfect apparel to move in, especially when breaking. Her phone buzzed again as she tied her hair up in a tight ponytail. But this time the person was calling. Hastily rushing over to her bed again, Joey-Noelle picked up her phone and answered it before anyone outside could hear. "I'm coming. Chill out aiiite?" she said then hung up the phone. Stowing her phone in her pocket, as well as her scratched up iPod, Joey-Noelle slipped on her fresh pair of Nike high tops and then walked over to the door. She opened it a crack to see if there were any students that were still walking the halls of the dorm rooms. No one. Everyone was too perfect in this school to think about coming to the dorms once the first bell of the day rang. That first bell signalling that they had five minutes to head to their first class and then five whole hours of three classes before lunch. Which made Joey-Noelle want to ditch more. Especially since she had no breakfast. Once she figured that the cost was clear, Joey-Noelle slipped out of her dorm room and dashed down the hallway. When she reached the front door, she pushed it open silently in case there were any security around. There wasn't. So she was out in no time. A little out of breath, Joey-Noelle made sure that there were no students around as she sneaked her way to the front gate. This was where it was going to get tricky. So she hid herself near a bush a little ways away from the quad area and texted her friends to come and start a distraction. If one hasn't noticed by now, Joey-Noelle has ditched classes before.
Her friends had instantly texted back, telling her that they had already started the distraction. With a smirk, Joey-Noelle lifted her head up from above the bush to see a couple dark figures in really saggy clothes and white wife beaters coming over to the entrance of the gate. By the sound of the securities' voices, the boys were probably provoking the poor men with insults about their job in CSA. This made Joey-Noelle chuckle a few times but she controlled herself and started off towards the side gates where a brown skinned male waited between two brown skinned girls. They greeted Joey-Noelle with a smirk and a few blow kisses, which she returned automatically. After one look behind her, and then towards the boys at the front gate, Joey-Noelle grabbed hold of the fense and pulled herself up until she was over and out of school grounds. The two girls wrapped their arms around Joey-Noelle's shoulders while she wrapped her arms around the girls' waists. "Man, where ya been girl? We be missing you. Boys have been bored without your talents in the streets," the girl on Joey-Noelle's left said while popping her pink gum. Joey-Noelle let out a quick laugh then sighed. "Been trying to look like one of them perfect people at that damn school. But stupid instructors are driving me insane!" she complained, turning to look at the two boys at the front gate. Because she looked a lot like one of them, the security guards would have never guessed that right in front of them one of the students was ditching. Joey-Noelle fought the urge to call the men idiots as she let out a bark of a laugh and walked away from the school. The two boys still at the front stopped whatever they were doing when they saw Joey-Noelle and ran over to stand at either side of the girls. "Ready to show us what you learned at that ballerina school, JN?" the one to her left asked. Joey-Noelle rolled her eyes but said nothing. She was just glad that she was with people that made her feel comfortable again.
Minutes later, they were at the back alley that matched the address from the text message. A distant sound of hip hop beats broke the sound of cars. Such a familiar sound to Joey-Noelle as she let go of her girl friends and ran over to the group of boys in saggy jeans and wife beaters surrounding a couple of guys that looked like they were about to fight. A guy with long curly black hair turned and instantly announced Joey-Noelle's arrival. "Joey, Joey, Joey. Hope those twinkle toed clones didn't convert you to the dark side," said the cutest out of all of them. Joey-Noelle stuck her tongue out, wrapping her arms around the guy's shoulders in a quick hug. "Why don't we find out. Hit that man," she ordered, pointing over at the guy sitting beside the boombox. He hit the play, and her song blasted around them. Already the group gathered around Joey-Noelle, awaiting to see what she got. With a smirk, Joey-Noelle started off with a few simple toprocks before she transitioned into some downrocks. A minute into her dance, the cute guy stepped into the circle and busted some crump moves. A little flushed, staring at the body of this guy, Joey-Noelle stood back and watched him move. But when it was her turn, she went all out. Arms flailing to the beat and her feet stomping a simple beat. She circled the guy, jumping to every turn.
Soon enough, they were close together with their arms close to hitting each other's faces but never meeting once. This was the kind of dance that Joey-Noelle loved. And it was great to be back with the people that made her feel at home when she was miles away from it. Joey-Noelle then pushed the guy into the circle and she went back to breaking, going straight into a 6-step. The circle of people cheered for her to keep going, and Joey-Noelle never defied an audience. Never. "All right! Let's go, Joey!" she heard a bunch of her girl friends call out. A wide grin appeared on her face as everyone watched. When she was outside of CSA, the audience screamed out for more instead of lecturing about this kind of dance. Which was why Joey-Noelle remained sane through the years. If it weren't for the people around her, she would never had survived her first year of CSA. Once the music stopped, Joey-Noelle did a back flip and landed right on her back, crossing her right leg over her left thigh and crossing her arms loosely. Everyone screamed their "oohs" and "aahs" louder as they closed the circle until it was just a crowd. They all picked Joey-Noelle up, patting her on the back and on the top of her head in a good job manner. Thank all those above that I decided to ditch! she thought with a grin.&you'll see what i can really do :: { Fresh - Nu World Hustle }♪ ♫
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 3:00 pm
ℓiℓℓiąviviєŋŋєδeмiŧŗov Practice means to perform, over and over again... in the face of all obstacles. pℓąyℓisŧ pas de deux. coppelia- la paix, the nutcracker- pas de deux (intrada), swan lake- suite III pas de deux  "And grande jete, grande jete, un deux trois quatre. Arms, Olivia!" The instructor sighed. "Again."
The short blonde girl's hair was a mess, her tights had worn and discolored, and her technique was equally unattractive. The stigmas in this country about boarding schools were vastly overstated. Half of these girls spent their free time wearing pajamas and figuring out ways to smoke marijuana out of diet soda bottles stuffed with dryer sheets without getting caught. Others had gotten in on what Lillia could only assume was sheer dumb luck. The ones that infuriated her the most, though, were the ones who were actually genuinely talented, because it seemed as if those were the girls who had the least drive to ever be anything beyond dance instructors at Happy Feet Dance School on Main Street in the town of Nowhere.
The last straw was the one girl who couldn't seem to understand what it was she'd be accepted for. Cultivation of talent based in charity and quota filling necessity. Joey-Noelle Seung literally made Lillia want to arch her back and hiss. She danced like an idiot. It would be no more than 3 weeks more of her insolent nonsense before she'd either be asked to leave or have hurt herself too badly to continue. Whenever she looked into the modern dance rooms for a laugh, it was Joey-Noelle who stood out. She had no idea what the hell she was doing, other than misbehaving. Lillia could feel her smugly showing off for her classmates, none of whom were impressed. Lillia's favorite part was when Joey-Noelle had flipped backwards and landed with a thud on her back.
It was 7:30 or so in the morning. Lillia's early ballet studio had just let out, it was nothing more than a warm up. She let her hair down, rolled up the ends of her tights to a capri length, and pulled a light sweater over her black leotard. She slid on a denim mini skirt and slipped on a pair of black flip flops. It had not occurred to her to hunt yet this week. With so much activity at the school, the scents of ambition; sweat, tears, blood, spit, all mingling in the air, she was beginning to feel the burn in her throat. The thirst was beginning to come through and take her mind over. She wondered if she wanted to take the time to leave town and find enough of a wooded area that would satisfy her, or if it was perhaps, one of the rare times she would allow herself to take what she really wanted.
As Lillia walked at an excruciatingly human pace, she could hear voices, and they sounded stupid. She lit a cigarette, listening to the paper burn as it ignited. It didn't take long before Joey-Noelle's voice stood out among the stupidity. Lillia's laughter filled the air like a warm breeze. She walked around the corner, exhaling. It didn't take long to drink in the scene. The girl was here during the modern dancer's studio time. Lillia laughed harder, waiting to draw attention to herself. She looked Joey-Noelle directly in the eye, smirked, and turned around taking another drag of her cigarette.
"You know, Seung, It's only two weeks into the semester. I bet CSA could find someone fill their poverty quota who actually wants to go to their classes. Maybe your replacement will even have talent beyond America's Next Back Alley Contortionist."
And with a smirk on her face, Lillia decided that she'd keep behaving herself and go hunting a few towns away. The look on the girl's face had been more than enough to quench her thirst for blood.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 2:54 pm
ღ ε ℓ ℓ є η σ я α . к y ℓ є α . я σ y ☁ Is mayße… busy?Tell yourself: I can hide mistakes if I’m creative. ☆
Tell yourself: I can keep mistakes if I’m an artist. ★ Ellie finished her coffee before she finished the sketch. Way before. Quite frankly, when she finished her first coffee, she normally took a break. But now, she was so intent on sketching this image of Lani, that she last all track of time. It wasn’t until the bell screeched that Ellie looked up. She blinked a couple of times, dazed. The battery on her iPod was edging toward red, barely half a centimeter left. She groaned, realizing she’d cramped herself into this little corner cross-legged for so long. Carefully, Ellie extricated herself from the bench, stretching out her long legs in front of her. She turned the iPod off, immediately engulfed in silence. Her ears felt weird from being shut so long. She straightened her back and leaned to the sky, feeling the muscles in her body loosen up almost immediately. She yawned. The sketchbook tumbled from Ellie’s lap to the grass. With a small groan, Ellie reached down for it and righted it. 'That’s right… lets see how it turned out.' Ellie glanced down at her paper. Her eyes narrowed. She stared at it for a moment, completely confused. 'Did I make that?' She thought, gazing intently at the sketch. It was of a creature… something Ellie wasn’t aware she had made. It had started out as a human- you could still make out the lines of a straight back, of shoes. But those were faint. The primary lines for skin now were jagged and rough, like the coat of a dogs fur. Lani’s brown eyes had been turned into slits like an animal. His limbs were curved inward, protruding from the rest of his body. His spine was arched inward like a primate. "Oh, God. I did not do that…” She whispered disbelievingly. What the hell was she thinking when she did that!? Ellie could feel her face growing warm and she heard a sound behind her with her heightened senses. Swiftly, Ellie ripped the paper out of her sketchbook in one fluid motion and crumpled it up. The warning bell rang for the start of Ellie’s class. With nervous hands, she shoved the sketchbook, the crumpled paper, and her iPod in the bag and drew it tightly shut. She picked up the empty cup and threw it in the trash as she moved for her class. Ellie crossed the courtyard in long strides, nearing the gate. She froze as she heard a commotion. Some guys outside were annoying the guards. Ellie debated turning and getting rid of them, or continuing to class. Then she saw her, probably because Ellie hadn’t turned around. The dancer girl who calmly snuck out to join her buddies outside. Ellie frowned, watching her go. Then she sighed. Being a shapeshifter, she couldn’t help but be extremely loyal. And plus it was her solemn duty and blah blah blah to help CSA when necessary.
Sighing, Ellie tightened the bag to her back and headed to the office. It was near her class anyway. And they would give her a pass for her duties whenever she needed it; the school had made that apparent plenty of times before. However, as Ellie found herself in the cramped and hot office, she wondered if it would be wrong to just let it go. All the girl wanted to do was go hang out with her friends. Not like she was smuggling out the school secrets about the students who went here. It was too late to back out now, she realized as the secretary looked up and met Ellie’s eyes. The frail-looking woman stood and frowned at Ellie. "Yes?" Ellie looked down at her. She towered over this woman, though probably didn’t have much weight on her. "Um, yeah. I needed to talk to my security counselor." She said, and was promptly redirected to the room. Ellie walked slowly, weighing her options, and finally decided to give the girl a break. Instead, she would finish other business… which now creeped her out to think about. Opening the door and easing in, she gave the counselor a smile, but the man was too busy hunched over a thick stack of papers to pay much attention. He only nodded once to acknowledge the girl. Ellie cleared her throat and said "There’s a director, Lani? He’s doing a shot in the woods tonight, and he isn’t taking any security with him. I wondered if I could go help him out. It’d be a great chance for me to catch up on my nighttime scenery, and I could give him some help at the same time. I figured I’d save you the trouble of picking and volunteer for-"
"Ok, fine. Next time, make sure your director tells the office before doing anything." The counselor said without bothering to look up. Ellie made a face at the man. How rude! Why couldn’t he look her in the eyes when he spoke? Didn’t he have enough time to hold a brief and civil conversation? Maybe if he had some more color in his damn office, he wouldn’t such a sourpuss. It was all white and beige and boring. Ellie clenched her fists and concentrated on her breathing. 'Anger management said to stop and think and count to 10. 1...2…3…' He flipped through a file and said, "Dismissed." Ellie didn’t move from her spot, glaring pointedly at the top of the man’s head. At first, he didn’t notice. When he did at last, he frowned deeply. Wrinkles appeared on his forehead as he observed Ellie. Probably the first time consciously realizing he even had a visitor in his room. It reminded Ellie too much of the times she had gone to her mother to ask something and found the woman completely high and ignorant of her surroundings. It was the last straw for her. "I thought I told you-"
"I don’t care what you told me." Ellie blurted bluntly. "Didn’t your mama teach you any manners? When you have a visitor here, you don’t even acknowledge their existence. You sit here in your little hidey hole and talk in monosyllabic grunts. Look up and talk! You won’t die, I guarantee you personally. At least ask me my name, invite me to sit, or meet my eyes." Ellie snapped the last part. Without being consciously aware, she had moved closer and closer until she was practically snarling in the counselors face. Her fists were clenched so tight in rage, she could feel her knuckles strung. And the coffee inside her, along with natural instinct, made her breathing get faster. She reminded herself to keep in check, and suddenly flinched. CSA had done her an honor by even allowing her to join them. And this was how she reacted? Chagrin colored her face a deep shade of crimson. The counselor’s mouth hung open, sweat beading on his forehead and black eyes blinking, confused by her outburst. "Look, I know that was bad. I’m sorry. I just… how about common courtesy next time, huh?" The counselor only nodded, speechless. "And lose the colorless surroundings. Try lavender or aqua.” With that last bit of advice, Ellie fled quickly, ashamed of herself for almost losing her temper back there in his office. She hoped nobody would come bother her about that, and it would go unnoticed. Well, that counselor would probably remember it the next time someone came in to his room. She sighed; that back there had been a lot more words than she normally used in one day.
Ellie felt hot outside. She was still reacting from the adrenaline in the office. What she really needed was iced coffee, but now was probably not enough time to run back and get one from the cafeteria café. Ellie stripped the extra large sweatshirt off to reveal the tank top underneath. She made her way to the gate where the guys had disappeared, taking the dancer girl with them. She stuffed the hoodie in her bag as she told one of the guards, "Hey, man. Going outside for a minute to check something." She flashed her special ID that allowed her to access more ground than normal students. The guard opened the iron-wrought gate and nodded at her. She went outside and inhaled a deep breath. She caught the scent of the girl almost immediately. Though she didn’t have to walk with her nose sniffing the ground like a real dog, Ellie kept breathing to revive the scent. Her ears pricked by the sound of a consistent rhythm. Finally, she found herself at an alley where the music originated. "Break it down like this…" Guys cheered as Ellie broke through the crowd. Ah, there she was. The dancer chick. Wow. Nobody could possibly think this girl had been back there at CSA; she belonged so at home with this crowd of street-dancers. And Ellie took a moment to appreciate it. She kept in tune to every beat; she matched every guys move. She was good at this dancing. Before Ellie could speak or even move forward, a disgusting cloying odor reached her nostrils. She flinched and backed up a bit. She knew that smell anywhere: A vampire. And there she was, a pale and stuck-up little snobbish chick, shaking her way to laugh at the crowd that had gathered. She made a rude remark, and then turned to walk away. "The b!tch…" Ellie realized she’d said the words out loud. Whatever. As long as she didn't get pissed off again. Ignoring the stares everyone gave her, Ellie turned to the dancer, who didn’t even look worn out after that back flip. Clearing her throat, she pulled out a name that was directed at her and asked loudly: "Joey? Can I speak to you for a moment?" She motioned to a side where there wouldn’t be many eavesdroppers. Ellie mentally went over the time in her head; she wanted to get this over with fast she could go to her dorm, make up her work in the class she was missing, do her laundry, and get in touch with Lani.
You ask, what is αя†? I ask, what is not αя†?
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 11:58 pm
♪--♫--jσєу-ησєllє • { naomi } • sєυηg--♫--♪ ♪ ♫ to all those that say i can't, screw youThere was going to be hell to pay when Joey-Noelle came back to school. That was if she could get passed the doors without the guards thinking that she was some trouble maker trying to break into the school. Joey-Noelle hadn't thought to bring her identification card with her as she ditched. It was mostly because she didn't want those guards to know she was a student there. No matter how old those geezers were, they could notice a school identification card from hundreds of miles away. Maybe that was the first thing security learned in training. As the crowd of street dancers grew a little rowdy, Joey-Noelle felt her adrenaline pumping. Just like back at home in California when she would be hanging out with her crew of friends as they circled around for a session. Twenty percent of the time they had gotten permission to have a session. These were the times that they were held at a park or some sort of public place that needed permission. But the rest of the time was illegal. Which made sessions all the more fun. It was the reason why Joey-Noelle felt like she was having the time of her life. It was the feeling of doing something illegal that made being around this crowd so worth while. Because no one knows when the cops would come and break up the party, only to just relocate somewhere else and have more fun. It was this feeling that made Joey-Noelle really miss home. She wouldn't mind spending time with her ex-boyfriends if she wanted to.
Twin brothers were in the middle of the circle now, crumping so close together that one twin almost hit the other, but they never made contact. Joey-Noelle was standing to the side, moving with the crowd from side to side and reacting at all the right times. Suddenly, a group of boys had stopped entirely and stared at something behind Joey-Noelle. With raised eyebrows, she turned to see the one person she hated to see around CSA. Out of all the students at that school, it was Lillia Demitrov that made her feel like she was never worth a damn in the school. People at CSA called Joey-Noelle a "charity case" all the time. But when it came to Lillia, the b***h had to take everything to the next level. It was like the girl loved to make Joey-Noelle feel like s**t just because she wasn't like the rest of the talented dancers in the school that knew how to work with choreography and work it good. And all Joey-Noelle could think about while looking at Lillia, was how much of a b***h she was being even when she wasn't talking. But of course, the girl would start talking and do all she could to make her feel like she wasn't worth it. And what made Joey-Noelle even more pissed off at the girl was how she seemed to provoke anyone with that damn cigarette in her mouth. Hoe. Joey-Noelle thought, rolling her eyes as Lillia started to speak. And the insults began.
"Yo, JN. Who the hell is this chick that be dissin' you?" the cute guy to Joey-Noelle's left asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes, ignoring all the guys around her that stared at Lillia like she was some goddess. Sure, Joey-Noelle had to admit that the girl was beautiful, but her snobbish attitude overshadowed her beauty and just left a really ugly hag. Looking back at Lillia, ignoring the cigarette smoke being blown into her face, Joey-Noelle forced herself not to get in a fight with this girl. Stepping away from her now, Joey-Noelle took her things from her friends and stuffed them in her pocket. As she was about to speak, an unfamiliar voice reached her ears. The group stepped away from the two CSA students, almost like they were some disease that they didn't want. Joey-Noelle couldn't really blame them since both girls had rich all over them even when they dressed casually. The new girl was someone that she had no idea about, so finding a name to match with this girl was hard to do. So all she did was lift her index finger for her to wait a moment and then she turned to look at Lillia. "Well damn, Demitrov. I didn't realize how much you cared," she said, her voice full of sarcasm. There were a few snickers from behind Joey-Noelle, which she was glad for after all the times she had told the gang how horrible Lillia was. With a sigh, Joey-Noelle continued. "I don't understand you. Every time I see you, you're like this really overworked robot and some s**t like that. And yet you seem to have all the time in the work to diss on me like I'm some piece of trash without talent. Then again, to you, I'm probably just that huh?" Joey-Noelle sighed again, shaking her head.
Running a hand through her auburn orange hair, Joey-Noelle wondered if there would ever be a time in her entire life that some student from the school would actually think she really did belong there. After all, the administrators had let her in for a reason. They wouldn't want a student to ruin their reputation in a snap. This brought more confidence into her system. Turning to look back at Lillia, Joey-Noelle took a few steps away from her and started to speak again. "You know, instead of wasting your time trying to put me down, why don't you deal with your own life and go back to CSA where you can walk into class like your little Miss Priss Prima Ballerina self, go over to the dance instructor and bend over forward," She turned so that Lillia would see her profile and then bended forward, sticking her butt out in front of everyone, "Like the little b***h you are." When she stood up straight, a bunch of the guys behind her busted out in laughter and the rest were in fits of "Ohhh." The girls walked over to Joey-Noelle's side, patting her back. She continued. "You'd probably do whateva the instructor says, at least then you'll probably show that you got talent. Because lately, the only talent I've seen from you is your sucking on that stick," Joey-Noelle brought her left thumb and index finger to her lips and sucked in a breath like she was smoking a joint. She then did one flick motion with her fingers while the crowd behind her cheered again. Joey-Noelle smirked, starting to step forward towards Lillia. "I'd love to tell you that those sticks kill, but then I would be wasting my time," she snared, her expression serious.
She was about to continue, but then she remembered that another girl had called for her attention. Turning to the girl, who seemed to have paint splattered on her clothes, Joey-Noelle took one look at her and then sighed. "Whateva ya need to say, you besta say it right here right now. Because I'm no--" "COPS! Let's get out of here!" A new set of commotion occured as the group collected their bikes and such and bolted out of the alley. It was then that Joey-Noelle heard the familiar sound of sirens. It brought another wave of comfort, finally feeling that rush of adrenaline and fear when having to run away. "JN, let's get out of here!" one of her girl friends cried out, rushing off out of the scene. There were still a few other people in the alley, but they were soon bolting it out of there as well. Joey-Noelle took slow steps backwards, looking at both Lillia and the painter girl. She lifted her hands to her sides, palms up and then shrugged. "Let me do all ya'll a favor and show you how much of a low life I am. That way you can talk s**t about me more at school. Till then, peace!" After thudding her chest with the side of her fist twice, Joey-Noelle flashed the two girls a quick peace sign and then turned and started running as fast as she could just as the a couple of policemen came running passed the girls and towards her. "Hey! Stop right there!" one of them yelled. Joey-Noelle let out a bark of a laugh and ran even faster.
Joey-Noelle found the others in front of a small liquor store, all of them in small groups as if they were not connected to each other. She stopped right in front of the cute guy, who was staring right at her with a smirk on his lips. He pulled out his beanie from the back pocket of his jeans and tossed it over to her. She caught it, knowing exactly what to do. Because her hair was so distinctive when it came to running away from the police, she had to always wear something that would cover her head of hair until the coast was clear. When she had covered her hair, taking the hoodie that the guy had also given her and placing on the hood, Joey-Noelle socked him lightly on the arm and then went over to the entrance where her girl friends were flirting with the cashier. Joey-Noelle stuck her hands deep in the pocket of the hoodie, which smelled a lot like one of those men's cologne that were found at some pharmacy. It smelled pretty good for a guy that usually smelled like beer all the time. Wrapping her arms around her girls, Joey-Noelle winked at the cashier and then pulled her friends out of the store. "So what now, JN?" the girl on her left asked. Joey-Noelle thought for a moment. For sure the guys were going to think about going to another alley to finish the session.
But Joey-Noelle knew she was going to have to pass this time around. Letting go of her friends, she started to back away towards the direction to the school. "I think I'mma head back, aiiite? Not that it really matters, but ya'll know I got me a point to prove back there," she explained which was responded by nods. With a quick wave, Joey-Noelle placed the hood of the hoodie back over her head and walked off towards CSA. There, it would be hell on earth and so much more thanks to Lillia Demitrov. If Joey-Noelle was lucky, she wouldn't see her for the rest of the day. But knowing the kids at that school, her luck was very thin. The best she could do is hide in her dorm or stay in the dance studio and working on that routine. Even then she would probably get picked on for running away from crime. Whatever. It's not like I'm not use to those snobs anyway. It's what I get for trying to fight for what I want in a place that doesn't accept charity cases. Joey-Noelle let out a sigh, pulling out her iPod. She placed the white earbuds in her ears and hit the Play button. A Kanye West song blasted into her ears, pushing out the sounds of the outside world and only leaving her to her beats and the moves she could already picture herself doing back in the dance studio when she had the time. &you'll see what i can really do :: { Church - T-Pain }♪ ♫
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:18 pm
ღ ε ℓ ℓ є η σ я α . к y ℓ є α . я σ y ☁ Is mayße… indigant?Tell yourself: I can hide mistakes if I’m creative. ☆
Tell yourself: I can keep mistakes if I’m an artist. ★ Everything was happening so damn fast. It took a minute to catch up that Joey was actually talking to her. Ellie had to take a deep breath and close her eyes when the yell came from one of the kids. "Cops!" Ellie tuned him out. Of course she could hear them. The atmosphere was suddenly filled with screams to run, hearts pounding loud enough for Ellie to hear from half a block, and footsteps trying to get away fast enough. Unknown hands had snapped the radio up and disappeared. Ellie was amazed at how quickly they managed to clear out. But then, these were street kids. This is where they had been raised. They knew the protocol, how to act with a stranger, the best alley routes to flee, and all that fancy jazz. Of course, her wolf senses had heard the sirens before any human here had, and Ellie considered them no threat. There was no way even a police officer could catch a wolf- even when the wolf was human. Ellie let her eyes open again as the girl started to talk quickly. "Wait! I just wanted to-" Ellie began, but paused as she heard no sounds of her stopping. The girl was gone. She realized she had heard someone call her JN. Great. So the only thing Ellie had left was initials and an empty space. No… not empty. The smell. The vampire. 'No, Ellie. Leave. Don’t do anything. There was no direct attack or anything. You can’t do anything to the leech yet.'
Ellie spit in the tall vampires direction: "Get to class, sucker. Don’t procrastinate." She turned, unaware of the irony in her words as 'sucker,' as the sirens came even closer, and left. Her bag bounced on her back as she easily dodged through crowds of people. Inside, she was glad she was so skinny and agile that she easily made it past everyone. As she jogged calmly to the opposite direction of the sirens, she began to get mad. What did that stupid, idiotic human think? That Ellie would go back to CSA and spread rumors about her? Even if Ellie was low enough to do that, who would she tell? Ellie didn’t have any friends. How could she just assume Ellie was so pathetic? Just thinking about it made Ellie mad. She ducked into an empty alley and finally paused, though she wasn’t tired or out of breath. She was just pissed off. "Agh!" Angrily, Ellie slammed her fist into the side of a wall. Instantaneously, a small crack appeared there and the cement crunched in on itself. She took a deep breath, convincing herself to calm down. She absolutely couldn’t go around breaking things like this. The split in her hand began to heal up again almost immediately. The blood on her hand ran down her wrist, but the cut was gone. There was no scar on her smooth skin. 'Whoops. Watch yourself, Ellie. First the counselor, then the dancer? I am so going to have to talk to this girl.' She thought, sighing. She was honestly disappointed.
She reached for her bag, still on her back, and pulled out the sweatshirt with her camera. She wiped her blood off with it, and then slipped it on. Most people would be disgusted about wearing their own blood. But Ellie had to do the laundry anyway, and not like it was period blood or anything. That had stopped coming a while back. It was a convenience to Ellie; she had entirely no plans to have kids or put up with their idiocy. Taking deep breaths to keep herself calm, Ellie headed back in the direction she’d come from to get back to the campus. She turned her camera on and aimed the shutter at a crowded street where girls and boys all huddled before a liquor store. Ellie made sure the flash was off as she caught some superb stills from the natural light. Authentic. This was life on the streets as her mom had never let her see: undiluted. Replacing her camera, Ellie thought, 'Well, this trip was epic fail. So much for keeping with schedule, huh?' She left the area quickly, beginning to feel a bit nauseous and suffocated with so much pressure of people. She got to the last stretch of road that led to CSA. Good, good. At least she was getting back on schedule. Ahead of her, some girl with her hood pulled all the way up was blaring to some hip-hop music. Ellie was so distracted as she walked swiftly past the girl that it took her a minute to recognize the hidden scent behind men’s cologne. But it was unmistakably hers: the dancer girl. Having to remind herself again to not lose her temper (and convinced she wouldn’t) Ellie whirled around angrily to face her. From this close proximity, without a million sweaty bodies crowding her, Ellie clearly made out her pretty face. Damn. She could compete with the leeches easily. Subconsciously, Ellie thought that this girl was a painters dream: her face flowed so smoothly, her eyes creased at the perfect places, and her eyebrows arching delicately. But there was nothing delicate about her demeanor. She was quick; Ellie had seen the reflexes in action live.
"Hey, you! I wanted to talk to you back there when you abandoned me… Thanks! I wasn’t going to rat you out or anything, and I have no interest in starting rumors about you; gossip is for losers. But the least you could have done was acknowledging me." Ellie snapped. She was positive JN could hear her through her speakers. Though Ellie usually didn’t talk, she had a loud voice when she needed it to be. She plowed on, "Ok, so you can dance pretty damn good- better than stuck-up bitchface back there can- but you need to get back to Earth. You snuck out of the most prestigious university in all of frikking America. How are you planning to get back into CSA? You realize the guards are damn tight about allowing anyone in, right? You got out, but it’ll be harder to get back in." Ellie finished. Her fists were clenched again. She pried them loose and then shook her hands hard. She covered her face with her hands, starting to get embarrassed. Carefully, she let her hands hang loose and murmured, "Sorry for completely spazzing out on your a**. I’m Ellie, and I sorta help the school out around here. Don’t ask more about it. I guess that was why I tracked… no, er, followed you to your squad. Look, I can get you back in, no questions asked, ok? If you can take help from me, I won’t mind giving it to you." She added. Shrugging, Ellie turned to continue to the school. She would know if JN, Joey, or whoever the Hell she was, would follow her. Footsteps are loud to shapeshifters, even when you’re trying to be quiet. Not caring if she was coming, Ellie approached the gates and showed her special ID to the guards, who pulled the door open. She came inside, and then turned to look if JN was indeed coming, or had turned the offer down. She wouldn't wait long; she still had stuff to do.
You ask, what is αя†? I ask, what is not αя†?  
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Supernatural Soul Natasha
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:38 pm
Aiden Kasey Odell I don't want to be Irritated "When the hunter becomes the hunted... ...the game changes."  The night had sped by and Den still hadn’t gotten any sleep. He had classes and patrol and he had to make sure none of the vampires had been “cheating” on their diets. It was annoying to say the least but it was something that needed to get done and he was the last of a dieing breed. He peered out of his window as students ran back and fourth trying to make it to their classes on time. Den had pleaded with the teachers and the head of admissions to give him only two classes a day and have his day start no sooner than ten am. The night before had been very quiet making it one of the better nights to be out in the dark. No news is good news. he thought to himself. His weaponry was laid out in front of him as he dismantled and cleaned them. The gun that got the most attention was his side arm he carried everywhere, his Heckler and Koch Mark twenty-three. As he finished re-assembling his weapons he pulled out his “night stik”. The night stik was his pride and joy he built it as a counter measure against any vampire that got out of line. It looked like a three foot pole with a light on the top but when activated the light on top flashed at over ten million candles and emitted a frequency that would all but paralyze and vampire within two hundred feet.He put all of the weapons away and strapped on his sidearm. He left his building and headed towards the front gate, flashing his id that gave him unlimited access to any area of the school. The slight screech of the gates lifted his mood slightly, because it meant temporary freedom. But alas today had other plans for him and he knew a vampire by the name of Paul was following him. He acted nonchalantly as he walked through the streets coming across Joey-Noelle and Ellie. He kept his mouth shut as he passes the last thing he needed was small talk. He rounded the corner to an ally and he knew Paul was following he held up a pen sized tube. In a flash the tube was gone from his hand and Paul stood in front of him smiling. ”You know for a human you are a hard one to kill.” Den smirked "Are you saying you have been trying to kill me, Paul? If so for a species who is supposed to be natural hunters, you really suck at it." ”Well I am going to fix that now.” Paul said with a smile. Den pressed a button on another tube in his other hand and the small tube Paul was carrying started screeching. Paul hit the ground clutching his ears and obviously writhing in pain. "You see Paul, the reason you can’t kill me is because, I’m not ready to die yet." Den drew his gun from under his coat and placed it to the side of Paul’s head. "Goon night, Paul." With that Den pulled the trigger and in mere seconds Paul was nothing more than a pile of smoldering ash.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:48 pm
♪--♫--jσєу-ησєllє • { naomi } • sєυηg--♫--♪ ♪ ♫ to all those that say i can't, screw youRunning away from the cops looked to not be a good way to escape the people of CSA. Because for some reason, they seemed to be following her or stalking her of some sort. Even out of campus, there seemed to be some CSA student that wanted to get at her. Or just try to provoke her. It was working. When she had decided to hang with the others for a little bit, the painter girl was around the corner in minutes and with a camera in hand. It had freaked out the others, some of them close to going over to the girl and breaking that camera into pieces. After all, there were some in the group that were not really on the police's good side. Surprisingly, Joey-Noelle was one of them since she had tagged the wall of a musuem a couple blocks away from CSA. Not that any of the authorities knew it was her, but who knows. She had been around in the streets of this city for a while now, and the police must have an eye on her by now. The painter girl must have thought that all of them hadn't seen her, but they did. They just decided not to do anything since all of them knew she was one of them "art school cats" that was just looking for inspiration. And apparently Joey-Noelle and her crew of people were the painter girl's inspiration for right now. It didn't really feel like an honor, seeing as most of them were camera whores that loved taking pictures at random times. Hell, to Joey-Noelle, the pictures her girl friends had taken were better than some of the people at CSA. Not that she had seen some of their works, but still. The ones that she had seen, her girls could beat it anytime. But who knew, maybe this painter girl had some real talent that Joey-Noelle just couldn't see at CSA. Shaking her head, she turned and looked back at her friends, listening only partially because of the music blasting into her ears.
As Joey-Noelle bobbed her head to the beat of another song that played from her iPod, she felt someone pass by her in some kind of rage. It was just this kind of feeling one would get after living her life in the streets like she had done. But she didn't lift her head up to see who had a stick up their a**, because it was really none of her business. However, it did become her business when this person turned to her and acknowledged her. It was the painter girl from just a second ago. Joey-Noelle's eyebrow raised up high into her side bangs as the girl spoke, talking about how gossip or some stuff like that. Again, Joey-Noelle was only half listening since the music was a tad louder than it should be. Secretively, she had slipped her hand into her sweats pocket and scrolled the volume donw so that she could hear the girl in time for her to say something about helping her get inside. This made Joey-Noelle a little ticked off. But then she remembered that not many people knew that she had ditched classes before, except the people that were in her classes. As the painter girl started to head to the direction of the school which was yards away, Joey-Noelle took out the right earbud from her ear and turned to her girl friends. "Did you hear a thing that chick be saying?" she asked in a whisper. All three of them nodded, a little amazed. This made Joey-Noelle curious as to what the girl had said. With one look, her friend with black curls started to speak. "Basically she be saying s**t like she be called Ellie and that you is a tight dancer. Better than that hoe from back in the alley. She also be saying something about helping the school out with some sort of thing, I couldn't really remember." Confusion was painted all over Joey-Noelle's face. This was probably the first time that she had been complimented from a student at CSA. It was too bad that she hadn't heard a word of it.
"So why the hell is she waiting for me to come with her? That chick should know that authority or not, those watchmen are going to grill me when I get inside," Joey-Noelle whispered, looking at the painter girl, Ellie, and then to her friends. The one with bleached blonde hair shrugged and mentioned something about getting her inside without trouble. This made Joey-Noelle scoff. Obviously this Ellie girl could not see that Joey-Noelle was the master of sneaking out. She had been sneaking out of places since she was a little girl. And sneaking back in without being caught was just as easy. With a shake of her head, Joey-Noelle turned her back to the girl and looked back at her friends who had grouped around her now. A smirk was on her face. "Come on, JN. Don't go back in there. Come kick it with us for the rest of the day, my homie found this abandoned building that we could finish our session in," the cute guy that lended her his hoodie said. It made Joey-Noelle smirk to see that she had this affect on these guys. But she just couldn't ditch anymore. Plus, with Ellie looking at her, it was hard to say yes to them. With a sigh, Joey-Noelle ran a hand through her auburn colored hair and said, "I can't, yo. Not with that chick watching me. I'll holla at ya'll later yeah? Your cousin still holding that party tonight?" she asked, bringing her hand in front of her for the guy to take and shake. He did, holding it a seconds longer than which would be all right and then pulled her into a hug. "Hell yeah, girl. Better be there by nine, we're going to parteh all night!" A bunch of guys behind him had cried out in whoops, giving each other high fives. Joey-Noelle grinned, telling everyone that she would see them all later. As she walked over to the gate, a boy with dirty blonde hair walked out with one of the beautiful people from the school following him. But she pushed those two out of her mind.
In front of Ellie now, Joey-Noelle flashed the guards an innocent smirk as they looked at her suspiciously and then pulled the painter girl away from them. "A word of advice, don't try to help me in this area. I know how to get in without the guards knowing. I've done it once, and I could do it as many times as I want. Unless you snitch," Joey-Noelle whispered and then let Ellie go. She turned to look at the girl. "I dig that you're trying to be nice to me and s**t, Ellie. But I got this. I wasn't born yesterday. See ya." After a small nod of her head, Joey-Noelle put the hood back over her head and placed both earbuds into her ear. She then turned and walked over to the dorms before any other staff could stop her and find another reason to kick her out. The dorms were not that far from where she was standing so she decided to head their first. Maybe look like she had freshened up a little longer than expected. That was an excuse that she hadn't used before. As the front doors of the dorm rooms came closer until they were right in front of her, Joey-Noelle pulled the double doors opened, ignored the security guard calling out to her and ran up the stairs two steps at a time. She was in her dorm room in seconds time.
Joey-Noelle stared around her room for a moment, wondering what she could do first to make it look like she had taken a longer break than was necessary. That was when she got it, a shower. But she really didn't have the time to take one. So, as she rushed into the bathroom, Joey-Noelle turned on the shower and soaked her hair till it looked like she had just gotten out. She then dried it a little before bringing it over her shoulder. The long auburn orange curls remained, which she loved about her hair. While she debated on whether to walk into class with the hoodie or not, Joey-Noelle had changed into another pair of gray sweatpants and a black spaghetti strap over a white sports bra. She had tumbled a few times as she moved around her room to get herself ready for when she had to act like she was sorry for being late, knowing all too well that she would still have to deal with hours of lecturing from her dance instructor. She couldn't even remember which one she had right now. Once she had her shoes on, a pair of black and white Nike high tops, Joey-Noelle grabbed her sports bag from her bed and walked out of the door while stuffing her phone and identification card into the small pocket of her bag. Back on the first floor, the security guard stared at her in confusion wondering if the girl she had seen not so long ago was the same one that was rushing to class. He must had known it was the same girl from the hoodie Joey-Noelle was wearing. I have to remind myself that I have to return this back to him. But, it smells so good. she thought with a smirk on her lips while she ran to the dance studios.
A soft beat was heard from the hallways as Joey-Noelle ran right into Dance Studio 4, completely out of breath. All movement seemed to have stopped the instant the door slammed closed. And she felt that same vibe around her. Even without looking at the class, Joey-Noelle could feel some of her classmates rolling their eyes in annoyance. Maybe some of them had thought that she wouldn't come back, as always. The dance instructor, who was younger than her Interpretive Dance instructor, stared at her with stern eyes. Not that she was really affected by them, being use to that look already. With a sigh, Joey-Noelle adjusted the strap of her sports bag and stepped forward. "Sorry I'm late, sir. I was taking a little nap from my early instruction and I guess I overslept," she explained, happy that her whole acting dish was really second nature to her. The instructor sighed and shook his head, motioning for her to join the other students in the line. Joey-Noelle dropped her things with the rest of the bags and walked over to the line, where she usually stood. The two girls that stood on either side of her sent her a cold glare before looking up at the teacher. From what Joey-Noelle was getting, the class had been doing warm ups to get the students ready for the routine they would be learning. Joey-Noelle groaned inside. Yet another routine to memorize with all her might. She was caught by surprise when the instructor called out her name, asking her to step in front of the class.
Nervously stepping forward, hoping that her shoes were on right, Joey-Noelle waited for the instructions she was to follow for the warm up. With her hands behind her back, she listened to the instructions. When he had said that she was to inprovise her moves, Joey-Noelle wondered what the hell was going on here. Especially when he said that she was allowed to use any kind of music she wanted. When she turned to look at the class, they all looked really bored, all of them probably wondering what she had to give with her "amateur" street dancing. What they didn't know was that Joey-Noelle was working on putting together all her moves with the things she learned at this school. So she was prepared. As she pulled out her iPod from her pocket, she scrolled down to the song that she wanted to use and then handed it over to the instructor. He then looked at her in a worried kind of way, as if he was worried that she might do something that would embarrass herself. But Joey-Noelle was feeling nothing of the sort. With a confident smile on her face, she walked over to the front and waited for her instructor to press play. "Love in Dis Club" by Usher blasted into through the surround sound speakers. Joey-Noelle noticed some of the students bobbing their head to the beat, as if this was their kind of music. She forced herself not to roll her eyes as the first verse came up. When it did, she started to move. Even though she was surrounded by people that didn't make her feel comfortable, Joey-Noelle still felt in her comfort zone as she moved to the beat, deciding that breaking was a horrible thing to do. So she decided on adding on a minor set of crump moves. Her instructor wanted inprov, she gave it.
As the music stopped, Joey-Noelle landed on both feet and let out a breath. To her surprise, there was some applause to what she did. And her instructor had also given a small nod of approval. She smiled lightly, a feeling of pride in her body. "Not bad, Miss Seung. But we still need to talk after class. Get back in the line," her instructor said, motioning for Joey-Noelle to get back in her position in line. "Looks like Charity Case actually learned something at this school." And just like that, her pride went out the window. Now side by side with her other classmates, Joey-Noelle folded her hands behind her back and listened as the instructor started the lesson, telling them that they had a routine to study, perfect, and work with in the next two weeks. This routine would be the equivalent of their mid-term grade. Joey-Noelle fought the groan that wanted to come out and then stood up straight. As the music started to play again, the instructor ordered that everyone start the warm-up routine. Everyone ran into position, all of them including Joey-Noelle and instantly everyone was moving. To Joey-Noelle's surprise, she was moving through this routine like it was nothing. This made her feel more proud of herself. Maybe today was going to be a good day. Maybe.[ooc]Jeez. I'm so sorry that my posts have been long lately.[/ooc]&you'll see what i can really do :: { Go Girl - Ciara }♪ ♫
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Supernatural Soul Natasha
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 2:21 pm
ღ ε ℓ ℓ є η σ я α . к y ℓ є α . я σ y ☁ Is mayße… working?Tell yourself: I can make mistakes if I'm a human. ★
Tell yourself: I can hide mistakes if I’m creative. ★
Tell yourself: I can keep mistakes if I’m an artist. ★  Ellie sighed as she watched the girl leave. She honestly felt like going back and ripping the girls head off, but she had other things to do. Better things to do. She’d have to catch up with Miss-JN-don’t-help-me later. A lot later. As Ellie turned, one of the guards peered carefully after the girl who’d just bounded away, as if trying to place her somewhere. 'Did he forget already who she is? Short term or something?' He called out to her, and something- the last bit of humanity, maybe- made Ellie say, "Whoa, there! She was with me." The guard gave Ellie a look, and she nodded without offering another explanation. She was confident enough, and even if Ellie didn’t have any rights or permission, she could have easily pulled it off. But at least the guard didn’t have short-term memory loss, because he shrugged at Ellie before returning to his post. Ellie rolled her eyes. First of all, it was getting hotter. Ellie took her hoodie off again as she made her way slowly to her dorm. Oh, yeah. The exclamation on Ellie’s arm reminded her- laundry. Groaning, Ellie unlocked her dorm and doffed the bag by the door. First, Ellie put her iPod on charging and pulled out her digital camera from a drawer. She put that on charging by the iPod. Ellie would need it later. She rummaged through her closet, pulling out clothes and dropping them in piles by her bed. There was a considerable heap of paint-stained, worn brand name clothes when she was done with the closet. Then, Ellie started with her room. It popped up in her head that Lani would come here to tell her when- if- she’d go with him to the woods. She shouldn’t have such a messy room. It’d been a while since she’d done anything in her dorm that vaguely resembled clearing up. Ellie dusted and wiped down things, but that was about it. The only things she properly cleaned were her painting tools. Her clothes, she left flung in the oddest places- under the bed, hanging off blank canvas, crumpled under the sink. She precariously collected every item that needed cleaning, pleased with herself when she found a pair of shorts she’d honestly thought she lost a long time ago. With that done, Ellie decided she’d actually soap properly later.
Gathering all her stuff in a big, cloth tote, Ellie headed to the only laundry room on campus. She hummed as she went. It wasn’t like she had consciously decided to skip class. More that she knew she had skipped half of the lecture anyway, and that she should just let it go by this once. There was a lot to catch up on outside of class. Besides, while she did enjoy learning new techniques and all that, the teacher rarely ever let them actually do anything hands on in her first course. The rest of her classes were much more interesting. Save first hour, which Ellie always felt a burden, the classes were interesting and more productive. Clasping the handle and pulling down, Ellie entered the laundry room. She took a deep breath. It always smelled so good in here- like bleach and laundry detergent and cloth softener. She found an empty machine, which wasn’t hard to do at all. Most kids were at class or did their laundry some other time. This was good to her- Ellie hated crowds and the noisy clatter they made in this echoing room. She let the quarters fall in with a loud jangling while she mixed the detergent out. As a child, she’d never had to do her own work. Ellie’s family had way too many servants for that. And she wasn’t expected to do any work. But when Ellie came to CSA, she realized she’d have to do everything on her own. Her first time had been an absolute disaster: she’d remembered to separate the clothing by color, but thrown towels, and sweats, and shirts into the same load. It had taken weeks to get the lint out of her clothes. But by this point, Ellie was pretty sufficient in doing her laundry. She finished setting everything up, and then decided on getting that iced coffee. He felt better just thinking about getting it.
Ellie raced out the room to the dining hall, digging through her jeans for money other than change for the chores. She found a five dollar bill in the back pocket, and grinned. She always had a credit card with her, of course. But people tended to treat her differently when they saw her American Express Centurion Black, the most expensive credit card in the Americas. Of course; it’d been a gift from her grandparents when she turned 13. It had a minimum spending of 250,000 dollars. Ellie constantly struggled to reach the minimum limit, but always splurged last minute to keep it going. Her grandparents paid the bill for it automatically from their accounts every other month. Which Ellie found convenient. She wasn’t going to complain about something as sweet as this. The girl from this morning was still at the counter when Ellie’s turn came in the line, and before Ellie could say anything, the server said, "I’ll get the iced coffee." Ellie gave her a grateful smile and mumbled her thanks. The dining hall was more crowded now than before. And this time, Ellie didn’t bother to scan for anyone she knew. She just needed to take her coffee and run for her laundry. It was a high class school; nobody would bother to go through the stuff she had left behind. And if they did, well, someone would certainly regret it. Ellie wasn’t in the mood to be bothered, nor would she stand some idiot pilfering her bras. She took the coffee as the server gave it to her, and left. She jogged carefully out to avoid spilling her coffee and slurped deeply.'Brainfreeze.' Ellie thought suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut. That rarely ever happened to her. Usually, her extremely warm temperature made it impossible. But she had drunk too much too fast while it was too cold. After the bout was gone, Ellie began walking at a slower pace, avoiding drinking too much of the extra large in her hands. She got to her laundry just as it was finishing, and put in the second load, transferring the first one to a dryer. She sat back on a bench, watching everything whirl in a jumble inside this little circle. So much like life. Automatically, she reached back for her bag, wanting to draw this mess like it looked, or capture it on her camera. This little overdrive resembled art perfectly in that observed moment. It took Ellie a minute to remember she’d left her bag at her dorm. Cursing at herself, Ellie contented herself with sitting back and just watching, a small smile on her lips.
When the whole process was done, Ellie pulled out her clothes, and slipped the hoodie on contentedly. Clean and dry and… it smelled snuggly. She nestled into it, pulling the hood up all the way over her dark hair. She stuffed the rest of the clothes back in her bag, walking back to the dorm. Once she was home, Ellie shook them out and did the best iron job she could of the clothing without having to them properly fold them. She replaced everything back in her drawers and hangers. Finally, feeling like she’d just done a Shakespearan task, Ellie pulled her bag forward and went to go sprawl on the bed. She pulled it open, and the drawing she had crumpled up fell out onto her lap. She smoothed it and then shut her eyes. 'Oh, yeah. That was when I went temporarily insane and made Lani into some wolf thingy. Maybe I was thinking about myself when I did that. I’m seeing wolves in everyone now.' She forced laugh and leaned back so her legs and shoulders stuck off the bed. She shoved the coarse paper under her bed and got back up again. Hmmm. What to do now. Ellie tapped a pencil against the fresh paper. She had a good half hour left before her next class started. Staring at the blank paper without a thought in her head. She was thinking about the laundry, and looked up at her Wall for inspiration. Her eyes settled on what showed a surreal piece, like something Kurt Wenner did. It was of a wolf and a little girl walking together on a road. Hurling her sketchbook aside, Ellie leaned back and closed her eyes. What was she doing? Ellie got up, confused, and decided to head to her second class early. She gathered her stuff and left. The iPod tucked into her pocket, sketchbook and bag on her back, hood pulled up. She got to the lecture hall and sat down with her knees pulled up, head bent forward, thinking.
You ask, what is αя†? I ask, what is not αя†?  
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