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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:50 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N It was time, almost eleven-O-clock… And Andy left the cafeteria, headed outside onto the grounds. It was time for him to put his plan into action, to awaken Snow White himself. The street rat walked around the building until he got to the girl’s dorms, they were on the second floor but that was no problem for the ex-thief. He scaled the building with ease, simply putting hand over hand and arriving up on Bianca’s balcony in less then a minute. When he got up there he found a large collection of roses. Awesome, he could take a few on his way out, surprise Eph.
Andy tried the knob on the balcony door and it was open, the room inside was dark and Bianca was sound asleep on her bed… Perfect. Andy took off his shirt and walked over to the sleeping girl, sitting down on the bed beside her, pulling the blanket off of her as he did. Our Hero then lay down over the girl and his lips met hers, he kissed her softly and whispered.
“Bianca, Wake up darning.”
His eyes danced with the amusing game he was playing and he reached for her wrists with both of his hands, pulling them up over her head, and holding them there. Girls loved this kid of thing, or at least Andy thought they did.
(IGNORE THIS!!!!!!! I HAVE NO PLACE TO SAVE IT ATM BUT IGNORE IT! NOW!)
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:11 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾  Roxy watched Randy roll his eyes. She figured he'd do something like that. A scene much like the one going on always happened after he forced his help on her. He should have expected as much. She always expected to have to get insanely outrageous things for his payments. One that particularly irked her was that little flower. Why would a guy want a flower? He made her search for a wild flower, only to be found in the middle of the woods.
That was a pain, and to make it worse, it had been fall. Roxy knew that when it was asked of her, it would be a daunting task. It had taken a day or two, but she had managed to be out around dawn one of those days. Roxy had found morning glory's. Ignoring her hunting time, she quickly plucked one of the little purple flowers from the plant. Then, she rushed out of the forest, Sam at her heels. Randy got that flower.
The sandwich, now that one just ticked her off. She had lectured him for at least half an hour as to why women didn't belong in the kitchen. Regardless of that fact, she paid him back. However, since he hadn't specified what type of sandwich he had wanted, she brought him back two pieces of bread with one slice of cheese in between them. She also told Randy that he couldn't complain because he had not told her exactly what he had wanted on his payment. Being a male, he didn't care and ate it anyways.
The last one had been easier. The hoodie. All she had done was write home and ask her mom to send her one, as her current one was falling apart. Which, however, was untrue, but her mother wouldn't know that. As soon as it arrived in the mail, she took it and chunked it at Randy's head. She hadn't missed her mark, but it was the back of his head. She yelled out after him. "There's your hoodie!" She hardly remembered what it looked like, other than it was a deep green.
At the present, his statement was along the lines of each and every one she had heard before. "Women don't always need men to come up and rescue them...Me, in particular. If I couldn't handle it, it would have been one thing. As it is, I was handling it just fine..." She trailed off as he turned and headed toward the nurse. Fine, just ignore her. Roxy took a glimpse at the nurse as she was inspecting Stephen. The lady actually had the nerve to glare at her. The nurse knew that she and Stephen got into physical arguments. Sometimes she was the one who came in worse for wear...but she was proud about it.
Moments later Roxy and Randy were basically shoved out of the Nurse's office. Roxy rolled her eyes at the old lady. "Uptight, wrinkled, old prune..." She muttered under her breath. It was then that Randy ran his hands through his hair, a habit of his Although he looked a bit nervous. He slightly bowed before turning away to leave.
What?! He though she was finished talking to him? That she had forgotten about his payment? No siree..."Randy!" She called out after him, walking quickly to catch up with his slight lead. She linked her arm with his. "You forgot about my payment to you...What shall it be?" Roxy wasn't going to budge on this. .
.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 8:02 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  The grunt that Marcel let out in response to the other was vaguely polite at the most. A indication that he heard him but nothing more than that, though he did take the time to look over who was entering the room.
Dark brown locks, a tall slumped frame, a face that spoke of meekness….
The guy from before. With the other one. With the glasses and…red hair? Or he assumed it was red. Sometimes his perception of color was skewed to the point of being downright bad. It was only the fact that he was used to the effect that he got by at all.
Figuring the guy was nothing more but another person Sierra had decided to take into her plan Marcel left them alone to their devices. Continuing his pursuit of substance. The walk from the girl’s dorm to the cafeteria was a short one. Mainly because the girl’s dorm was on the same side as the cafeteria and some because of the long stalk he had fallen into as he sensed it becoming nearer and nearer. Before he stopped by the line and grabbed a heavy plate full of food. Chicken for meat, green beans for greens, yellow rice for grain. And of course a cup of coffee on the side, though smaller than his morning brew. The place he sat was of no importance to him, though his feet automatically took him to a table well away from the others. The only thought on his mind being the fact that he just wanted to be left alone to enjoy his meal.
At this point casual conversation just wasn’t a option.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 5:57 pm
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin had been walking around. Honestly, he hadn't really wanted to leave, but well, it probably wasn't any of his business what she was doing. At least he knew enough that it was just another girl...had it been another guy, he'd not have left. Dude, Sierra and some random dude by themselves? No way. Not happening on his watch. And uh, Marcel didn't count. Speaking of whom, he was probably going to be meeting the Devil once the dude realized exactly who he was. Or well, who Marty was. Martin was pretty sure Marcel would not take kindly to the fact that Sierra kept the guy out of the loop about their interaction...and man, if Marcel got angry at Sierra, that would not be cool. Martin realized she kept them apart for a reason, and he agreed to it. He'd be willing to take a punch from the black kid for the sake of reparation. But that's it. Marcel could get a good solid hit in and no more (otherwise it would not be his fault if Martin lost his temper and kicked the boy into the ground...wait, that would start the cycle again...crap). Know what, best to stay away from the guy as much as possible. If possible. Probably not. Craaaaap.
He'd been thinking about what to do when suddenly something slammed against him. He didn't even budge when the other kid fell. "Watch it brat." At first he though someone was trying to attack him. Then he got a look at the perpetrator - the kid looked small and unassuming. Oh, well then it was okay. It was just an accident. Not at all someone trying to pick a fight with the true Beast.
Because really, trying to take him was an incredibly stupid move. Oh well, he'd have welcomed kicking the pride out of their sorry arses.
"Oh uh, I'm alright. You okay?" Once he saw the kid's face, his eyes widened in recognition. "Oh hey, you're the chick that plays Pan. What's with the get up?" He tilted his head with narrowed eyes. "Girly, what's the point in being a boy when you're not? You don't act like you like it, so what's the use?" Unless the girl was gonna get a sex change to get herself manly parts and lose the womanly ones, Pan was always going to be a woman in his opinion. And even then, she had been born a girl and was therefore a girl...who happened to become a boy.
And honestly, Pan was currently passing for a wimp. Totally not macho. What, did she plan on being a gay boy? 'Cause that was messed up. And that was saying a lot considering what a mess HE was. "Do you honestly want to be a guy?" Now, if Pan was truly in love with the idea, gooooooood luck to him/her. It? And if Pan wanted help with not being such an utter pansy, well, it would be in everyone's best interest if someone taught Pan how to be a man. 'Cause this attitude really wasn't cutting it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 7:15 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"I'm fine."
Pol brushed off his shirt and looked up at the taller man's face once he was clean. The Beast seemed to eye him down for a few seconds before BLAM; the emotional sledge hammer hit his ego... 'Chick'? That chick? Was she that obvious? The kid slouched and looked down at the ground, crossing his arms over his flat chest.
"I do like it... I want to be a boy.... I'm just not very good at it yet. Okay?"
With the 'okay?' Pol looked up at Martin's face and frowned almost glaring. Honestly right then she did want to be a guy, she wanted to be a strong brave hero and she wanted muscles and brawn like the Beast had... Pol seemed to not have a drop of ‘macho’ in his system. He knew nothing of the stuff. Even if he wanted to be masculine and brutish he had no one to help him learn how.
“Sorry again for hitting you, it won’t happen again.”
The kid attempted to walk past the tall wall of a human being but he was kind of blocking the way to the kitchens. He uncrossed his arms and shot an annoyed glare up at the overly critical boy.
“Excuse me, but I need to go that way.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:29 pm
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ ℬ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ  ..:тнe ɴιɢнтιɴɢαʟe:.. Just like she thought. The night was beautiful, and the air a cool burn that tickled pleasantly at her heated skin. Though she enjoyed the sun as much as any other creature, she would always be a being made for the night. There was just something about the moon peering from behind shadowed branches, about the stars shining cheerfully as they played upon the dark canvas of the sky. As a child she had always enjoyed looking up at the night sky and just wondering what was out there, what was hiding behind the dark folds of space. And even now she was no different. Instead of the night being scary it was....comforting.
Something that she needed in this moment than anything else. It wasn't quite dark yet, the moon had yet to rise to its pith and the sun was still fighting for its place in the sky. But the transition from dark to night was obvious. Night creatures were stirring, the animals from the day's morning light settling down or getting todays final chores done before they bedded down. A red fox scurried through her path, briefly pausing in slight interest as it caught the scent of human and bread before it zoomed off again. The occurance bringing a smile to her face as she looked in the direction it had gone and continued on.
She had no clear direction as she walked further away from the school. The only thought on her mind being that of the night sounds as she unconsciously kept within the school grounds. She had trekked these paths many times before when she couldn't sleep. Risking punishment just for the brief chance to see the night sky uninterrupted by large stone walls. But she had never ventured beyond that. For one she was sure that the principal kept people watching the school borders just for that event. And for another she wouldn't know the area beyond it if she did. Her ignorance and common sense tempering her naturally adventurous nature. Aquila was anything but stupid when it came to adventuring of any sort. She wanted to study the grounds more before she risked going further...and lost if the case may be.
Finishing the apple she had started upon walking out the cafeteria doors she considered the core for a moment before just sitting it at the base of a tree. She was sure that some animal would find it and enjoy the bits of sweet meat still clinging to the core. And if not then it would just decompose and fertilize the tree. Either way she wished the best for the future of the core, hoping that in the end it just didn't come down to common littering. Only looking back once as she considered the discarded core again she left it was it was as she then began on her raisin bread.
It was delightful. A thick piece of wheat bread whose outer crust had been lovingly coated with honey. The raisin's themselves retaining a deep sweetness that could only come from the sun and not a heated lamp. If there was one thing she could say about the school, they always used the best when it came to food. Though it could also be because the teachers had to eat the same as anyone else.
As she ate the slice of bread in earnest she started humming a light tune. Pleasant in tone, carefree in action, happy above all else. As far as she was concerned there was nothing for her to worry about. Nothing at all.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:09 pm
 
Girls were weird. Actually, they were worse than that, they were just freaky. In just the past hour or so, everything Ayden thought he knew about the odd creatures was gone, and it was replaced by a confusion he could never grasp. It made him somewhat nauseous, and slightly annoyed. One thing was sure, he was glad when Bridgett left.
With her leaving, it left him alone with his thoughts. To be frank, they weren’t very appealing either. Would this relationship work? There was no way he could actually be in a relationship with his best friend, especially knowing Bridgett was gonna go all the way, forcing some public displays of affection he had no interest in. His biggest fear was her reaction. How was she going to react when she realized she had no one she could honestly screw? There was also the fact that people would want them to kiss in public, and he’s have to act all protective and crap towards her. Most of all, who knew which guys would want to hurt the kid for being the one to hook Bridgett. Moreover, he knew there would be people who congratulated him for hooking her, and he didn’t want that either. Would they have to swap sex stories? Everyone would think he was screwing the girl anyways.
Finally, with his head pounding, he decided that he didn’t want to stay in his dorm. Sure, the dance class was soon and he needed to clean up, especially with him still being coated with sweat, nonetheless, he couldn’t stay in this room. He would come back later, and take the quickest shower in history. He wasn’t supposed to impress someone other than his girlfriend anyways.
This forced a big grunt to arise. He was dating Bridgett. Out of all the girls in the world, he hadn’t expected that. Even if it was a hoax, for them to date their ‘true soul mates’, it seemed odd. Finally, he needed to move, so he rushed out of his room, only to be stopped by a beautiful girl standing out of his room.
“Bianca, hey…”
He gave her a nervous smile. Out of all the ways he wanted her to see him, it wasn’t like this. He was wearing basic clothes, but no makeup, and his hair was slightly curled from sweat. He doubted he smelled bad, but he probably didn’t smell too hot either. Thus, standing there, he felt his self esteem lower and his heart beat quicken. He was near turning around and locking his door if it wasn’t for proper etiquette.
“Um, we have dance class in like, an hour.”
He said this as he would have otherwise, and he ended it with a smile. A huge part of him wasn’t sure this whole making her jealous was a good thing, and Bianca had to be hell when she was mad. Did he really have to be the one to break the news? Couldn’t gossip do it? Yeah, gossip would do just fine; there wasn’t some girl rule against there, was there?
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:29 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes ❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅  Bianca had been walking her way to the boy's dorms. Desperately, her mind was hoping Roxy would forget her little outburst in the woods. Quite frankly, the girl kinda scared her. With her height and ability to kill things, it had been down right stupid for Bianca to try and correct her on her ways. She shook her head, doing her best to clear her head of the thoughts.
That was when she spotted Bridge. She had been exiting the boy's dorms. It also looked as if she had exited Ayden's room. Eh, not like Bianca would think much about that. Bridgett and Ayden were good friends. That was something she would expect. Besides, it wasn't like Bridge was trying to get in Ayden's pants. He just wasn't really her type, well boy was her type, but Bianca always thought Ayden didn't fit in her 'to do' list.
Though, the smile that Bridge gave her kinda weirded Bianca out. She shook it off as nothing and continued on her way to her Prince Charming's door. However, just before she got there, he exited his room, looking quite different from his normal self. She stopped in her tracks and tried to notice the changes.
Ayden's hair was a bit curled, not the pin straight it normally was. His face wasn't all glammed up either. As far as Bianca could tell, he wasn't wearing his usual makeup. Continuing on her way down, he was wearing normal clothes. Ayden actually wasn't all dressed up. She just stood there a moment in silence after he greeted her, trying to take it all in.
"Ayden....." Bianca stated, trailing off, trying to figure out exactly what words she wanted to use. She bit her lip for a moment, in thought. "Wow...Umm...You should look like this more often..." She said with a bright smile. She wouldn't say dress, because she wanted to refer to his whole look. For ages she hadn't understood why he felt the need to dress up for everyone. The way he looked at the current moment just reinforced the thought that she had had. He would look hot without all the extra effort.
"Oh...Yeah, right..dance class...." She trailed off, almost forgetting about that. "Okay, what about dinner though...I'm hungry..." She stated, taking his hand and leading the way back down to the cafeteria. .
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 3:38 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ || His stomach full and his mood soothed because of this fact Marcel sat in the benched seat leisurely, sipping the last of his coffee as he leaned forward to put his elbows to rest on the table top. Idly his eyes roamed the cafeteria, his gaze glossing over those he deemed either not worth his time or he just plain didn't know. Which if he really thought about it...was most of the room. Not really surprising. To get the Devil's attention you had to be special indeed. Whether it be by skill, appearance, strength, or more importantly intelligence.
And to keep that attention once gained was hard to do as well. Not that he was fickle by any means....just particular when it came to people. In this world he had learned some time ago that the best people you could have around you were the ones that could help you to get what you wished to gain. And everyone else...was just pawns in the next game. A harsh look at people. But in his business...or old business as the case may be, it was just practical.
So when his gaze came to rest on Aladdin, if only for a brief moment, there was no recognition. His brain didn't really register his presence truth be told. He was weak. Both in mind and in body. A soft thing that had not grown the thick shell needed to deal with life. Not a worthy opponent. And at the rate he's going now he will never will be. He was too childish in manner and still needed to grow.
As soot gray eyes took in his Jasmine there was a brief reaction. Something momentary and minute. A slight rising of the eyebrows a sweep of a look before he moved on. She seemed sad. Or maybe morose was a better word. Like something was bothering her. Curious. But not something that was his business. And definitely not something he cared enough about that he wished to go over there and bother her for it.
A movement in Jasmine's direction caught his eye and held it. A girl with short shorn hair and hazel eyes. The color was obvious even from a distance, the tone too light to be called either chocolate or even a dull brown. The Nightingale. He knew her. Had a class with her. Had even stole her work a few minutes ago....
After Sierra was done with it he would really have to get it back. Though they weren't anything that could be called friends...they were acquaintances enough that he cared to return her stuff. She cared about her grade, something he had noticed the few times that they had been teamed together for assignments. Unlike him with his uncaring attitude and lack of interest in schooling. In that respect she kind of reminded him of Sierra. Though he wouldn't be telling either of such a thought.
As he watched her exit the outside doors he had a small urge to follow her. She seemed upset herself and he had the vaguest thought to see if she was okay. Because he was curious of course....not like he cared that much. It was just strange. Kinda interesting. He was just curious....
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 4:48 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
"Cute dog," Schraeder said casually, sparing only a second to look down his nose at the animal before resuming walking. Of course, he would have followed all the way to the nurse (making that his second time there today), if he hadn't been intercepted by Randall Kensington. The King liked Randy well enough. Like Hood, they had a lot in common in terms of who they were supposed to be, and what they were supposed to act like. Still, something about him made Schraeder wary; probably the fact that a conman and a thief never trusted one like himself. Suddenly bored and now hungry, Schraeder turned on his heel and made his way to the cafeteria. Along the way, he happened to see Ayden and...Bianca, it appeared. A frown crossed his face when he saw them holding hands and being happy and couple-y together. Why did it seem like it was impossible for him to be anything other than the role he was given? He made his way to the cafeteria by a different route, arriving ahead of them without seeing them again. Walking into the dining hall with a somewhat foul mood, he spotted Marcel sitting alone and made his way over there after getting some food. "Man," he said, sitting down and glumly poking his food with his fork, "I'm really starting to hate this place." He began to eat silently.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:40 pm
ElaineeNicolee Randall Tripp Kensington Of course, a nothing wouldn’t work for Roxy’s endless needs. It would have to be something big, bad, and full of work. Why couldn’t she just sit still and let something be handed to her? Yet, there was no answer to that, and Randy was going to hear the end of it.
Soon, her arm linked with his, and he used the other to run his fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh as he did this, then stopped, and looked at her right in the eyes. “How about, you pay me by saying a simple thank you and leaving it be?” He could feel the heat coming off her as he said that, and he walked on, as if she wasn’t there. Nevertheless, she was, with her arms linked with his, and he could feel his blood pulse from the intimidating glare.
“Do you really really wanna work for this?”
He asked a rhetorical question, considering he already knew her answer. Knowing her, he also knew she was going to answer with a prissy remark. He grunted as she did, running his hands through his hair, and continuing his march to dinner. Randy was a very hungry boy.
“Fine then, how about you repay me by never ever again nagging when I do something for you.”
With his wit, he couldn’t help the smile that glowed on his face. He stopped, looked at her, and then kissed her forehead just before unlacing their arms and walking ahead. He knew she would scurry behind him, but she was slow, he was not, and he wanted food.
He ran through the line in a flash, grabbed a burger and a huge pile of fries. His condiments were three packages of ketchup and two of mayonnaise; and he walked off to a table, very close to Prince Charming and Snow White. He even made sure it was empty, leaving a nice seat for Roxy who was going to bound over there any minute. As he waited, he mixed his condiments in a yummy may-ketch, or ketch-o mix. Whatever the thing was named, it tasted wonderful as he dipped his fry in the food then took a big bite.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:42 pm
Wait, did she just call him hot? For a moment, he was stuck standing there like a goof, with all the thoughts rushing in his head. Bianca called him hot… Yet, he couldn’t focus on that because the very next moment she was grabbing his hand and dragging him off towards dinner apparently. Everything she was saying was a blur now, since she just called him hot… Did he look hot?
However, once he forced those thoughts aside, another rushed forward. She was holding his hand. Of course, she had held his hand before – plenty of times in fact – but nonetheless; was it okay now? There should have been a girl rule stating that he couldn’t hold Bianca’s hand. Of course, he knew that he wouldn’t get in trouble from Bridgett; but what about the pretty lady whose fingers were entwined with his? How would she feel once she realized she was lacing fingers what a man who was taken by the school slut? Bridgett’s plan was looking more and more glum by the second.
Finally, he pulled his hand back, placing it in his pocket in what he hoped to be a simple way that was no big deal. Yet, his hand burned as if it was, and he seemed to ach to touch her again. Never before was a simple hand hold such a big deal, everything was simple before. Yet today, he was confused. What he needed was a nap, which he knew he wouldn’t get any time soon.
Them getting food seemed to further show that. They walked in the line, where he grabbed a simple salad (there was no way to eat with the butterflies he was having), and a plain water. Then, he lead the way for them to sit down; opting for a nice window seat. “So, you excited about dance class?” It was more of a icebreaker, since to him the whole conversation felt awkward and unnatural. Nonetheless, a part of him was excited about the dance, and the flowers she was receiving afterword. Why did he have a girlfriend again?
(Sorry, it sucks and its short D: )
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 9:17 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy kept her mouth shut and waited for a response. She watched as Randy ran his free hand through his hair, no doubt in thought. He sighed, but Roxy wasn't prepared for him to stop. She couldn't but help looking him back in the eyes. Usually when he decided to 'help' her, it was daylight, and most of those times, he had his sunglasses on. So, seeing his eyes was a rare event, well, at least up close.
Really Randy? Her eyes narrowed at the suggestion. She didn't let him go, even though he had decided to keep walking on. That was an easy way out. People used the words 'Thank You' so often anymore that they weren't really worth much. His help was worth more than a couple of over used words, despite how much it irked her to admit it. Only to herself, of course. His next question was a start in the right direction, though he already knew what her answer would have been. Despite that fact, Roxy decided to answer anyways.
"Umm, Hello...Randy? Have you not been listening to a word I've said. Yes! I do wanna work for this...Lay the task on me..." She answered, doing her best to improve her attitude from his remark earlier. Her glare eased up, and her tone was at least pleasant. There Randy went running his fingers through his hair once again. That was a habit of his. She would have laughed if her mental musings hadn't been interrupted by his statement, her task.
That made her stop. Roxy definitely hadn't been expecting something like that. Not one bit. It stunned her. She wondered if that was even an acceptable task, but her mind instantly told her that it was. If she tried to think of it from his point of view, she must get quite annoying whenever she insisted that he give her a task to repay him. Sure, Roxy knew he did somethings just to do them, but she didn't like free handouts. This was something that was going to be a bit difficult.
Before she knew it, Randy had kissed her on the forehead and continued off towards the cafeteria, unlinking their arms. Roxy just stood there, still, looking like an idiot. That was something she never did. Once Randy was out of view, her hand went absently to her forehead. Why had he done that? Why would Randy kiss her on the forehead, especially after she'd been a pain? It didn't make sense to her, however, she went to find him.
Ignoring the fact that she had already eaten, Roxy made her way to the cafeteria. It didn't take her long to find his tousled hair, for it nearly always stuck out. Well, at least to her it did. That, along with his lip ring and his constant stubble. Randy was sitting alone, at a table not to far from Bianca and Ayden, mixing some condiments together. She wound her way through the tables and sat down beside him. As she did, she stole a fry from his plate and dipped it in his concoction. "You know, all you have to do is add dill relish to that, and you have thousand island dressing?" She stated, giving a random fact. She herself loved the ketchup/mayo pairing. "So, tell me...Were you completely serious in your request, or did you just say that to throw me off guard?" Roxy had to ask before eating the coated fry. She was curious, and possibly wanted an explanation.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 9:42 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes ❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅ Bianca hadn't really said much on her way to dinner. It wasn't often that she said things like that to Ayden. So, she wouldn't be surprised if he was a bit shell shocked. When they were over half way to the cafeteria, he suddenly dropped her hand. Odd. Real odd. Bianca turned to look at him, and she spotted his hands in his pockets. Weird. However, she decided to not read so much into that gesture at the moment.
However, since they were no longer holding hands, Bianca slowed down and walked beside him the rest of the way to the Cafeteria. What was up with him? It seemed as if something was eating at Ayden. While they got in line to get their food, she debated on whether or not she should bring it up. Maybe it was none of her business. On the other hand, maybe it was. Regardless, she still had time to debate. Bianca got herself a chicken caesar salad, which was always yummy. She did note that it was a bit off that Ayden got a salad as well. She shrugged it off as he led them to an empty table.
Before she sat down, she caught a glimpse of Stetson. She sent a smile his way, and proceeded to sit across from Ayden. Bianca had began to eat in silence, however, it was broken soon enough. The dance class. "Eh, I don't know. I never saw myself as much of a dancer..but it might be fun.." she offered with a smile. Since he still seemed a bit out of it, Bianca let her mind roam. Oh, Crap!
"Ayden, weren't you, I and Stetson supposed to meet up and make plans to go see a movie?" She reminded. Maybe that was what was eating at him. It made sense to her. He probably was hoping that she had forgotten completely about the whole thing. Luckily, for herself, she hadn't. She looked over at Stetson, smiling again. "You know, I could go get him, if you'd like...That way we can get this whole thing over with....And you can stop acting so weirded out, or nervous, or something like that...." She offered.
While she waited for his response, she ate at her salad some more, doing her best to keep the mental image from earlier out of her mind. The whole dead buck thing kinda creeped her out. However, she wouldn't bring up animal rights and such with Roxy ever again. That was for sure. In a way, Bianca respected the ginger. It had to take some guts to kill a sentient being like that, no hesitation. Gah, no, not the image again. Bianca shook her head to try and get rid of the mental picture.
"Yes, no, maybe? Or, is there something else that is eating at you?" She stated, trying to get a response from him. Bianca knew Ayden well enough to tell when something was bugging him. She looked at him curiously. Regardless of whether or not she wanted to be with him, he was a part of her life, and she did care about him .
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:40 am
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ || "Starting?" The Devil remarked with soft humor as the other sat down in a bit of a dull mood. He was different than when he had last saw him in Sierra's room. Not as cheerful if truth be told. One could almost wonder where all that energy had gone in the last few moments. Almost.
Glancing in the direction of the double doors, a indication that his mind wasn't completely on the conversation at hand, Marcel remarked again, "That almost implies that there was something to like about this place."
The statement was made just for general conversation, of course. Because even he had come to this place in search of something, and found it. Or at least thought he did. Whatever the case it was too late to jump ship now. Or at least too early to do so until Sierra and he had formed the perfect plot. His gaze moving again he took in part of the reason for the King's ire. Snow White. He knew her through Sierra, if only because they played opposing parts. And she was...with another guy?
"Trouble in paradise?" If there wasn't a smile on his face his question could have been mistaken for concern. Though as it was it only looked like it was just barely holding back a snickering laugh, " Don't worry. I'm sure you're still her favorite."
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