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 Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 7:37 pm
   If I had a world of my own, everything will be иσиsєиsєxx《
Nothing will be what it is, because everything will be what it ιsи❜т xx《
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as тιмєxx《
And every creature lens themselves to change your state of мιи∂xxxxx《
And the girl that chase the rabbit drank the wine and took the ωιиєxx《
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly ғєєℓs xxxxxxxxx《
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the ραιиxx《
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her вяαιи xxxxxxxxxxxx《
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully яєтυяиє∂ xx《
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's cσиcєяи xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx《
In contrary was what it is it wouldn't вєxx《
And what it wouldn't be it ωσυℓ∂... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx《 Wonderland's Dreaming Hero
[Her Name is Alice]  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Romona London
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝I'm just a little girl.❞
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "If I take a bite of the glistening apple
in the forest I’m lost in
My heart will start to beat so fast I just can’t stop it
How wonderful, as you escort me
A heart-throbbing Secret Princess"  Groaning to herself, the blonde frowned distastefully at the breakfast before her. It was perfect, down to the organization of the colours and designed for those such as her sister, Lorina London. Said older sister was sitting on her left, eating in an old fashioned lady like manner, already dressed and appearing as a goddess in her private school uniform. On Romona's right, sat her younger half-sister; hair all done up and also dressed in a private school uniform, though an elementary version. Unlike her siblings, Mona woke up only to look like roadkill. And, apart from her beautiful Mary Sue siblings, the middle child was not dressed yet, and had no uniform to wear. Instead Romona attended a public school for her grades were not up to par to the private standards.
Shoving the plate away, the rich teen left the table unnoticed, hoping to primp herself into a decent state. The last thing she wanted was to look like some dead thing in front of a guy like Dell, or any other brutal student at the school. Romona's face crumpled and grimaced as brushes, tweezers, make up, and a flat iron came to work on her face and hair, slowly but surely making progress. Within minutes, her hair was tamed in a side braid that hung over her left shoulder, her bangs over her right, cerulean eye. Brow corrector was brushed on with an angle brush, as was brown, liquid liner on the top lid, black mascara taking care of the lashes. Toning down the eyeliner was a smoky eye in topes and other similar shades. Nodding to the mirror in satisfaction, the teen slid a baby pink baby tee overhead accompanied by casual dark wash jeans and rounded black flats with red hearts on the buckle on the top. Shrugging on a thin, white hoodie, Mona slung her messenger back onto her shoulder, running down the spiraling staircase of the London house.
Her parents were wealthy, as shown by the mansion she and her two sisters lived in with attendants; not to mention the chauffeur that opened the fancy black hummer passenger door. Only minutes to spare before class started, but it wasn't a problem. This was a daily routine-rushing out of the house to get to school for first period, arrive three minutes before the bell away from the scorning eyes who would kill to have a hummer, and sliding into her desk seat as the late bell rang before dozing off. It wasn't as if Mona's grades were terrible, they were decent, or close to. Her lowest was an F in history, but could anyone blame her? It was so bring learning about dead guys! Hell, it was boring to have a normal life with normal people. Nothing really exciting ever happened. But a party was coming up, so was a dance, so the blonde was hopeful for a change in her life. "My own world... Wouldn't it be nice..."
Arriving in record time a little ways away from the school, Romona sighed to herself, leaving the car, red lipstick applied like normal. Rushing through the students to her trusty, dented, fussy locker that never wanted to open so early in the morning, the girl groaned, fighting with the metal door. A few more tries on the lock and it popped open, a minute to spare until Algebra. "Gross... I gotta do math this early... Why can't I have a class like creative writing or journalism? At least I can get Bs in there..." Leaving her dismaying thoughts at her locker, Romona slammed the door, literally sliding in her flats to her seat skillfully, grinning at her teacher. She wasn't late.   "I wonder if the glass slipper will fit me?
It’ll be fine, let’s dance!
Until the clock strikes midnight,
look at only me
With your tuxedo, a Secret Princess"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:14 am
『 I shall || give you || a kiss 』 ✩✩✩Ʀ ∪ ʈ ɧ ı є✩✩✩  Ruthie's arms propelled simultaneously, bringing her head, shoulders, and part of her chest fully out of the water as she pushed her muscles to take her across the surface of the pool to the other side. The "fly", or the butterfly stroke was the most difficult for a swimmer to master, and she had been practicing diligently on her speed of recovery in her arms, and the synchronization of her body movements to where she felt she was almost ready to enter the butterfly stroke race at the next meet. She heard the whistle sound, and her muscles almost stopped in relief, but she pushed harder to reach the edge of the pool. She grabbed the edge and pulled herself toward it, wrapping her arms over the top of each other on the edge of the pool as Coach Snyder walked forward with her technical suggestions and a word of encouragement before grabbing Ruthie's hand to help pull her from the water.
Ruthie pushed her goggles onto her forehead, and put leaned against her thighs as she caught her breath a moment. It took a lot of energy to perform the fly until you had it fully mastered, and Ruthie still felt winded by a few laps from it. She walked over to the wall of lockers, her muscles burning with every movement, letting her know without a doubt that she gave her all this practice. She reached locker 76 and twisted the combination it, then popping to door open to get her towel. The locker door opened to the left, and had a mirror held u by magnets to the inside of it. Ruthie learned quickly that if she looked in the mirror, her eyes could easily dart to Blake t his locker without it looking weird, and she exploited that knowledge almost daily. He was so intriguing... like no other guy in the school it seemed. She was cripplingly shy around new people, and even though they had swim together every morning, she still felt nervous and flighty around him.
She grabbed a bottle of specialized leave in conditioner for swimmers hair, and squirted a generous amount into her palm. She rubbed her hands together before running her fingers through to the ends of her hair, then toweling it a bit and shaking it to give it a wind blown look. She grabbed a tube of mascara and brought her face close to the mirror as she applied it. She backed up to take see the damage, and was fairly pleased with what looked back at her in the mirror. Her honey-blond hair was a myriad of waves and tinged just a slight green at the tips but she loved the effect. She long, full lashes stood made her cornflower blue eyes seem to spark with light from the specks of metallic color in her mascara.
She grabbed her swim bag with her change of clothes and pulled it onto her shoulder. She placed her hand on the door of her locker to close it, and go to the bathroom to change, but she paused, staring into her locker in indecision. She had first period with Blake and since they had to walk the same way anyway... She slammed her locker, feeling like a chicken for not having to guts to say anything.He probably thinks I'm a snob anyway for not ever saying anything, she thought as she made her way to the bathroom. She left her one piece suit hanging in the bathroom, and exited wearing dark wash jeans, a dark blue tank top, and a black vest with her usual array of beads and necklaces adorning her wrists and neck. She made her own jewelry as a hobby and loved to proudly display her work. She noticed that Blake was still at the lockers as she approached to put her swim bag back in the locker and grab her books. She felt the familiar quickening of her pulse as she opened her locker again to shove in the bag.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:37 am
»»【 E ● Ƭ ● н ● ∀ ● Ɲ 】««... to look Ɓ ɛ ч ο Ƞ ∂ the g ℓ σ г ч is the hardest part For a н ɛ г Ɵ Ƨ strength is measured by his ɧ є ą Ʀ ʈ...  Ethan's heartbeat was the only sound pounding through his ears as he pushed himself to jump farther over the hurtles. He had the speed, but Chaz had the distance in his jump that gave him a definite advantage. The finish line approached with Chaz just a mere feet before Ethan. The loss was inevitable at this point, but Ethan still pushed harder to close the distance. He saw the white finish line on the track flash beneath him and he forced himself to slow to a stop even though his body begged to be pushed farther. "Damn, Chaz, where the hell did you learn to jump like that?" Ethan chuckled as he slapped Chaz' hand in a brotherly handshake. He made his way to the orange Gatorade cooler and grabbed a paper cup. He shoved his thumb onto the spicket and watched the blue liquid slosh into his cup. He drained the cup and tossed it into the trash as he turned to face the team. "Everyone did great today. We're gonna kick Rosenfeld High's a** tomorrow at the race!" He lived for sports and physical exertion. And this year he was involved with two teams that were unstoppable. That with the combination of the party he was hosting, he was completely jazzed with the day."Don't forget the party tonight at my house, 5:00. Tell everyone."Ethan checked his watch. Fifteen minutes until class starts. That should be enough time for a few quick solo laps to get the day going. He watched the team start to make their way to the lockers, and he started a slow jog around the outer rim of the track where no hurdles were set up. The morning air went straight to his core, fueling him with pure energy as his feet pounded across the track. He completed two more laps and then hit the shower as quick as he could. His hair was still dripping water as he skidded into French, his books under one arm. He had changed from his track shorts and jersey to a green t-shirt with a distressed white decal on it. He wore leather sandals and his keys jangled on the belt loop of his jeans. He winked at Dri as he slid into a desk in the middle of the room just as the bell rang.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:59 pm
Eternity will never be enough for me
and eternally we'll live our infallible loveMornings could really be something. In his case, Dtriche was starting off in the worst way possible. Late, half awake, and on the verge of kicking someone's... well, you get the point. As he jumped from his bed, the uneasy warning of his alarm gave out, still set for summer. Somewhere after the morning bell he wasn't even ready and it wasn't as though his sister helped any, even if the two did share their first class together. Funny how that works, he, a senior, while she's... not. Then again, it was an elective English class so if figured it's self out. It wasn't as though hie were dim. Dtriche was a pretty devilish man, he knew how to get what he wanted, and he had the best chance over anyone, because he had a spy on the female side. Not that he never did any dirty work for her. If it were in her mind she'd probably have him running errands like a mad men. She was a twisted girl, more spoiled than anything, he only wished someone would put her in her place. Why couldn't he have just been born with a regular sibling... like Romona, she was nice enough. But with Donya, it was like he could never tell if he were playing her or vice versa. She was his never ending headache.
The sound of his engine quickly silenced that nagging angelic voice, the one that told him to thing positively. Dtriche was rough, jagged, a handsome devil in all aspect. Unlike most though, he just wanted what he wanted, and now, he had his mind on asking the girl of his moment' heart to Valentines and Ethan's party. Speaking of whom, he caught a glimpse of him as the man walked in, the blond haired jock a rather fierce sight, and to most, threatening, but in his own eyes, Dtriche figured him a guy, all bronze if little brain.
A growl emitted from his throat as he sat down, taking the seat next to Donnie with a loud bump as his book hit the desk and he chucked his backpack underneath him. "Nice wake up call." He let out, a chuckle creeping from him, raspy, sour, and deep. His eyes shifted as he laced over those already seat, staring his way over the features of Camilla, who had, at the moment, drawn his attention by the mousy appearance.
Follow me into the sea
We'll drown together and immortalize you and me
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Blood Written in Stone Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:23 pm
((I will never again post something this small and without a layout, but I realize the roleplay has started and I am excruciatingly late in posting, my apologies))
An ear piercing bell vibrated in her ear drums as the alarm went off to tell her to get out of bed. Smacking the snooze button and rolling onto her back, Miora stared up at the ceiling, a blanket of auburn hair covering her pillow. It was the first day of school, and she hadn't even gotten her backpack together yet.
Through cyan eyes she threw off her sheet and comforter and touched her bare feet to the brown carpet in her room. The pads of her feet made little noise as she made her way across the chestnut laminate flooring to the bathroom. After showering she scurried around to get dressed, brush her hair, brush her teeth, and pack her bag, seeing as she only had about ten minutes to get to school.
Pulling into her parking lot in the school, some of the little perks of being a senior, Miora stepped out of her '02 white santa fe to the school. Her mouth stayed closed as she walked the halls and made it to her classes.
She was up and out of the house earlier then usual. Grabbing her lunch money and walking to school, the girl was at a half jog with chestnut hair flying up behind her. Remember was always excited for the first day of school. It was energizing to have something else to look forward to other then a day predictable nothingness. Summer was boring, but school held adventures. Maybe this was just the sophomore side of her coming out, but in the beginning of the year, school was her enthusiasm.
"Yeah yeah, why don't you just speed up and try to fly over that speed table you're about to hit?" Terrance asked as he got his cousin to drive him to school that day. It was the first day of school and his car stalled on him, wonderful. But things pretty much turned out okay. The blonde was just as perky and klutzy that morning as he ever had been, senior year wasn't changing that, but he didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
"Thanks Jixxy, I can always count on you" he left her off with a wink and a crooked smile. Closing the door to a high pitched, annoying-as-hell laugh and thanking the gods that he didn't have to listen to that anymore. School was in and he was ready!
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:47 pm
B L A K E ciero M A R Y N
Otherwise known as a one "Captain Hook."
The K I N G of the DARKSEAS.  Blake watched as Ruthie emerged from the pool. Her butterfly was really coming along well. She looked tired, that was good. If you weren't exhausted after doing laps in the butterfly, then you weren't doing it right. Her arms had to be pretty tired. Maybe he could offer to carry her stuff...? After all, they had the same first period. And if they just so happened to strike up a conversation on the way there, then so be it. It would be great to really get to know her face to face that way. They'd known each other for so long, it felt, and yet they'd never really exchanged more than a few casual words. And if he was ever going to get anywhere with that, he would have to make a move sometime. This seemed like a pretty solid opportunity.
He watched as Ruthie strode over to her locker and popped it open. There was suddenly a churning feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with swimming cramps. The minute that mirror came into view, he directed his gaze elsewhere. He never wanted to get caught watching her in that thing. A shame, since their lockers were so close together, and this would really have been prime watching time. But he wouldn't be able to bear it if she caught him in the act. So he would turn his eyes away. And in doing so, he noticed that Tasha was there. Well, that was no surprise. She always was. Suppose she had been running late that morning. She was usually there for the whole thing. He watched as she waved to somebody out on the track, and then, of course, fell over absolutely nothing at all and into the pool.
Blake closed his eyes and sighed before turning and running, diving into the water after Tasha. She wasn't a very good swimmer. She would want some help getting out. He pushed his eyes open under the water despite the way the chlorine stung, and wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her up to the surface. The minute both their heads broke the water, he turned his gaze onto Tasha and gave her an exasperated expression. "Really, Tasha? The minute I dry off. You owe me a new shirt. The chlorine's going to stain the colors on this one." he said, pulling her with him over to the nearest ladder. He rolled his eyes to himself once they arrived. Only Tasha would manage to trip over air into the pool. Most regularly clumsy people would have the decency to at least slip in a puddle or something, but no. She had to be the one person in the world who could trip over nothing at all. Sometimes he wondered if she practiced the skill."Mr. Smee, we must save the lad from himself."
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 9:19 pm
charles.adam.terran
❦T A R Z A N❦
"I wish I could see the w o r l d in black and white the way you do." Chaz looked away from the hurdles in front of him for just a moment, glancing first at his watch and then up at the walkway that led to the main school buildings. Roz was there. He grinned sheepishly at the sight of her. She was real pretty. Great photographer, too. He had seen some of her work, and it was amazing. He wished he was that good. He could easily imagine seeing some of her photos in magazines. He was still stuck taking pictures of his dog and bike. Running was easier. Running came a lot more naturally.
He let a few minutes pass, but looked back up at the walkway at exactly 7:16. That was the usual time that Sabrina managed to run in. She was always so worried about being late, and yet she showed up at almost the same time every day. Give or take a minute. Chaz wished they had more than just two periods together. She helped him out so much in literature. She always knew exactly what was going on, and was always happy to help him try and keep up. She was smart, and pretty, and helpful, and nice, and funny when she wanted to be. She probably didn't even realize how great she was. Chaz sure knew. All too well. His smile faltered slightly when she failed to look over, and he returned his eyes to the track. The finish line was close. Two more jumps and he would be done for the day. Maybe if he pushed himself, he could catch up to Sabrina on her way to class! If he toweled off real quick and sprayed something to make himself smell less sweaty, he could at least get there in time to grab a seat next to her.
Chaz put a bit more push into his jumps and pushed across the white line, slowing to a stop probably faster than was good for his legs. He really should take time to cool down, but he wanted to catch up to Sabrina. He barely heard Ethan's compliment, but smiled and nodded through his rather heavy breathing anyways. He didn't wait for any of his team members as he sprinted into the lockers, wrenching his open and tearing off his clothes like a man possessed. He didn't have much time. He had to catch up.
It took him a record two minutes to get somewhat cleaned up and put on fresh clothes before Chaz was bolting out of the lockers and up towards the school. He could just see her, almost at the door by now. A grin lit up his face as he sprinted to catch up, his backpack hitting either shoulder as he pumped his arms. "Sabrina! Hey!" he said, his voice both happy and pretty unecessarily loud. He slowed his pace so that when he finally reached her they were both walking. He gave her an even bigger smile. He was so glad they were at least friends. Sabrina was the best. 
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:09 am
『 I shall || give you || a kiss 』 ✩✩✩Ʀ ∪ ʈ ɧ ı є✩✩✩ The splash behind Ruthie caught her off guard. She watched as Blake sprang into action, taking a running dive, perfectly executed into the pool. Ruthie jogged to the edge of the water, squinting through the ripples at Blake emerging with Tasha. Ruthie reached the ladder about the same time as Blake and Tasha, and she reached down to grasp Tasha by her elbow to pull her from the pool. Her towel was still slung over her shoulders, so she swung it around Tasha to sop up the water dripping from her hair and clothes. "Are you hurt? I didn't even see what happened! Are you alright?", she asked looking back and forth to Tasha and Blake. Seeing him jump to action like that had been thrilling in an unexplainable way, and Tasha was so delicate looking, she was glad that someone was there to help her.
It brought back painful memories... dark nightmares of dark waters suffocating her last breath and sucking her into its murky depths. She had been terrified of all water once, refusing to be near it, even to take a bath. She would take showers, but being submerged, even partially in water was to terrifying to even fathom. Then her mother showed her a wonderful movie about a little girl the lived underwater as a princess of the ocean, and she seemed to love the water a lot. Finally, taking small steps, Ruthie's mom taught her to swim and face her fear of water and drowning. She still refused to go farther than her waist into the ocean, but she had loved swimming ever since. She sighed inwardly. And I'm letting fear conquer me again... She thought of Terr... her crush for about a year now. And of Blake, the wonderful, mysterious boy that she couldn't keep her eyes off. And Chaz who didn't even seem to notice her...
Subconsciously she reached to help Blake and immediately felt a familiar burn light up her cheeks. She easily made herself blush by feeling silly... and offering to help one of the best swimmers she knew out of the pool suddenly seemed a little silly... especially the way she suddenly noticed the way the water made his hair fall across his forehead. She smiled nonetheless and hoped to god that the sun was behind her so he wouldn't notice her mild embarrassment. She hated being so shy, but she had decided she would take her first step to conquer it. If she could face water, she cold face boys! "Quite a stunt you pulled," she said, smiling. "You're quite the hero."
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:29 am
ⓟrince ⓟhillip
I know you
I walked with you
once upon a ∂яεαм.
I know you,
the gleam in your eyes
is so familiar a-gleam.
♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫  Connor slapped his alarm clock to the floor and groaned. Eyes still closed, he searched for the remote to the stereo on his bedside table and hit the volume button into Pearl Jam's Alive blasted through his room, the guitar riff giving him the needed boost the roll out of bed. He sat at the edge, staring out his bedroom window groggily. He reached for the open can of Coke on his bedside table and sniffed it first before sipping and making a face. Stale, day and half old Coke. Nothing tastier. He yawned and scratched the back of his head as he heard toenails tapping against the hardwood floor in the hall. "Samson! Here, boy!" he called, and the head of a chocolate lab pushed open his bedroom door and then ran in to jump on his bed. Connor sat with Samson on his bed, petting him and letting the music propel him to face another mundane day of catering to his parents wishes. Just one more year and he would be off to achieve his dream of being on stage, or in a band, or something more worthwhile than filling a chair on the board of his fathers insurance company.
He stretched and picked a shirt off the floor without looking at it, and pulled it over his head. The Banarama T-shirt he found at a junk sale, and it was one of his favorites. He finally forced himself out of bed and into his bathroom to swipe some deodorant on, run gel through his hair, and brush his teeth before grabbing the keys to the BMW his dad got him and running out the door. First period was choir with the coolest chick he knew... Heather was gorgeous, and a wonderful singer, and if his plan worked today then they would see a lot more of each other. He pulled into a space in the school parking lot about ten minutes later and immediately inserted the ear-buds of his iPod as he exited and locked his car. First stop was his locker and then Choir with Heather where he would make his proposition to her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 5:17 pm
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ｍｉｓｓ ▪▫ ｂｏｏｋｗｏｒｍ
Making her way past the track, she caught a glimpse of someone crossing the finish line. She inclined her head ever so slightly, getting a better view of whoever it was in a bit of a hopeful manner. Charlie was in the track team, the same boy she looked forward to seeing during both Literature and European History. However, the person that she thought might have been him had promptly turned their back to where she was facing and made a beeline towards the lockers. What a shame. She took another bite out of her half-eaten apple, considerably calmer than her usual morning endeavors now that her targeted building was in sight. Perhaps she could get her father to work out those kinks in it, or she should stop reading so late at night without properly setting it. Perhaps she could fix it herself, there was bound to be some sort of book on how to rewire an alarm clock so it would work properly. From the sounds of it, a trip to the library during lunch would be in order. If not there, then maybe her father still had the instructions for the blasted contraption. Was it so hard to get a morning where she did not need to worry about making it on time? Apparently not from how every other day had gone.
By the time she was reaching for the door, she heard that sweetly familiar voice getting closer and closer to her. Sabrina turned red out of embarrassment, still painfully aware that she was a chaotic mess from this morning and soon going to be facing one of the greatest people to ever enter her short seventeen year-old life. Life may hate her at times, but when someone as honest and hardworking as Charlie came along, it was worth every bit of her daily misfortunes. She waited for him before opening the door, stepping through in time with her friend. She giggled, smiling timidly in return to his great wide grin. For her, that was more or less the same thing. "You're all worn out Char. More hurdle jumping for track this morning?" She asked, knowing fully well what the answer to that was. On days when she was luckily reporting sports for the school newspaper, she got a chance to watch him practically fly over them during a race. Somehow during that time and helping him out in school, she ended up falling head over heels for him. Not that she would tell him that, lest she never have the courage to face him again. The fact that they were so close already was something she was highly nervous about tampering with because of a small crush, that was turning out to be by no means small. Seriously, it was as if her life were based off of some sappy dramatic romance novel she had read once upon a time. Well, if her prince turned out to be Charlie, then by all means.
As they made their way up to Literature class in their usual way, chatting about whatever it was that came to mind, Sabrina kept careful attention on her friend. He was the energetic type alright, but there was always a chance that he would get a bit ahead of himself at times. That was not something she was unused to, but it did make her worried every now and again when he pushed himself too hard on occasion. Thankfully he appeared to be perfectly healthy for the most part, albeit a tad out of breath. "There's a race tomorrow, isn't there? The newspaper is doing a special on it, so I'll make sure to be there to cheer you on." She grinned, stepping into the classroom just as the bell rang. She was truthfully looking forward to it quite a bit. Writing articles was almost as enjoyable as reading them afterwards. The fact it gave her an excuse to hang out with Chaz more than just out of classes made it even better.
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once I thought my innocence was [ xg o n ex]
now I know that h a p p i n e s s . g o e s . o n
that's where you found me
w h e n xxx y o u xxx p u t xxx y o u r xxx a r m s xxx a r o u n d xxx m e
I xh a v e n ' t x b e e n xthere
for t h e longest time
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:38 pm
 
Fabian. Nervously she looked away, keeping her cool. The boy was handsome. She had to give him credits for that. He was a charming person, though sometimes loud and obnoxious. Though through all that, he was still hard to figure out. Being close to any guy was pretty nerve wrecking for Nadine, but with this guy sitting not so far away from her, she was just a chaotic mess inside, trying her very best to behave. She couldn't be sloppy, she had to sit upright, straight in her seat. What the hell was she doing? It's not like he had nothing better to do but to stare at her and judge every single movement of hers. But what can she do? The mind plays games and it is convinced she had to be on her very best to make a good impression. Good impression for what?
As they were waiting for the teacher, the students that were already present inside the room were chattering away, especially between those who knew each other really well. Some were talking about the Valentine's Dance. Tough luck. Nadine knew very well she won't be going. She was convinced no guys were even remotely close to being interested in asking her, so she might as well crush her own wishful thinking that someone might be. The girl could only dream some charming guy would ask her. Where was Dell anyway? She really didn't know what was so intriguing about him anyway, especially when his rudeness was such a turnoff for her. It must be a 'bad boy' appeal thing. Then there were guys like Fabian or Kevin she wouldn't mind going with. Daydreams, that's what they will always remain to be.
She hated Valentine's day. She did not look forward to it at all. The girl felt like she had no appeal, no guy would ever approach her, so what was the point of even dreaming that there might be a special someone she can cherish and who will whisk her away from the nightmare of her reality? She will forever be stuck in serving her step mother and step sisters, being their personal slave. How lucky they must feel to have one.
Then her thoughts steered towards the conversation on Ethan's party. Again. She wasn't a popular girl to be wanted in such a party. Though it was an open invitation, she really still felt out of place to go there. It would be nice to do something normal like a normal teenaged girl. She can't go anywhere anyway. She had to be stuck at home, after her drama club was over. She would be stuck doing chores all evening until she crashed on her bed at night, too tired to do anything for herself. She sighed heavily, doodling darkly in her notebook, creating a spiral of angry lines.
   Here is the place where
My head is spinning
Time is beginning
To race away
You come to throw me
Knock me off my feet
You give me wings to fly
The world goes crashing by again
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:35 pm
 Now where were we...? Ah, yes - abject humiliation! Rogir's sleek body glided through the cool waters of the pool, his strokes powerful, belying his fragile-looking figure. He was currently in the middle of a Freestyle 100m set of laps. He usually switched as he went, starting with the breaststroke, then moving to freestyle, to backstroke and then ultimately to butterfly. He did three sets of each in the morning with a brief break between each set of four. He was halfway through his third set at the moment.
He was interrupted by a splash in the water. He turned to look through his goggles, seeing someone in full clothing. Before he could even react somebody had already saved her. That was good. He didn't have to interrupt his routine. However, since he was nearing the end of the freestyle section, he stopped once the 100 meters was done. He lifted his head out of the water and lifted his goggles, letting them settle on his forehead as he watched Blake and Ruthie helping Tasha out. He spoke out loud to no one in particular.
"Quite a fall...It's good that somebody was nearby to catch her."
He decided to end his routine for the day. It wasn't normal, but then again people didn't normally fall into the pool either. He pulled himself out and headed for the locker room, the water running down his lean body as he walked.
He got to locker 72 and undid the lock, opening it. He withdrew a towel and took great care to dry himself off. He then took a change of clothing and went into the changing room. He changed and came back, putting his trunks in the locker on a hanger so they'd dry.
He looked at himself in the mirror in his locker, shaking his head and tutting quietly. That just wouldn't do. He pulled a comb out of the locker and then brushed his hair into some semblance of order, then looking at the mirror again. He laughed to himself and removed his goggles, placing them in the locker.
Once he was done brushing his hair he put the comb away, closing the locker. He was wearing loose jeans, a form-fitting t-shirt and black sneakers. The tattoo of a snake's head laid against his lower left arm, the body going back along his arm and then out of sight under the shirt sleeve. He went through his mental list one more time and then opened the locker to grab the books he had forgotten. Dur.
He then closed the locker and locked it, sitting down on the bench nearby and closing his eyes. He still had a few minutes before he had to leave, and now was just as good as any time to relax for a few moments. You've heard of the golden rule, haven't you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules. A snake, am I...? Perhaps you'd like to see how snake-like I can be.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:32 pm
Roslin Brackenwood  Roslin rustled through her locker, flipping through her notebooks for her Creative Writing folder and the rest of her papers she needed. One of her drawing notebooks fell to the ground and drawings scattered across the floor. She sighed and bent over and scooped up as many drawings as she could, but to her dismay they were swept away by the legs of people walking past.
"This is just brillant."
She groaned in her half british accent and shuffled on her hands and knees and swiped up the rest of the drawings within her reach. She was sure she had missed on or two, but she heard the warning bell ring and she stood up her face a deep shade of pink, and shoved all her drawings back into her bookbag and slammed her locker shut then raced toward her class.
She made it through the doors of her Creative Writting class she glanced around the room, her eyes going to Dtriche then followed his gaze to Camilla, she blinked as she felt ehr heart drop for a second. She passed it off as a mere fancy. Dtriche was appealing in appearance, she barely knew him to like him enough to even consider a date...She catch herself mentioning a date and walked to her chair her face turning a light shade of pink. Besides, Camilla suited him better. She slipped into her chair which was right by the window opened her creative writting folder and pulled out a blank page. She immediately had a pencil in her hands and she glanced at the clock. There was still time before class would start. In the meantime she turned her gaze out the window into the courtyard. Her hand started moving, her pencil etching out the sparrow that was drinking from a birdbath outside, in the corner of her paper.
She sighed wishing she could get closer to it, the sparrow.
 
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:10 pm
  Camilla continued to doodle until the teacher started taking roll and writing what they were learning that day. She decided to put a bit more effort in her studies today. Camilla really didn't want to think about Hercules...party tonight and about Valentine's day which included the dance which she probably wouldn't go to unless she just chose someone to go with but that was kind of lame. Then again it really depended who she asked. Sighing she started to take notes but as she glanced off to the side to see who was around her after hearing a male's voice ring in the air about some wake up call, she caught the guy who had talked, staring at her. Oh...it was Dtriche. Everything about him repulsed her for some reason. Sure he was decent looking but she could see right through him and his laugh there had given him away.
She almost decided to ignore him but his stare would continue to bother her for the rest of the class. Yeah he probably wouldn't have been staring at her the whole time but she already had his eyes etched at the back of her head. Before turning her head towards him, she glanced at the teacher who had his back turn for the moment.
"Is there something I can do for you Dtriche?..." Her tone wasn't pleasant. Camilla wanted him to know she didn't appreciate him staring at her like that. One, she didn't even know why he was in the first place, but second it was just plain disturbing.
As the moment passed, she got tired of waiting for his response. He could still respond to her question that really was just a simple hint that she noticed him staring at her and she didn't like it. Her eyes caught Jane on the other side of the class. She saw she was doodling too or just wanting to escape the class as much as she wanted too.
She then decided to look around the room. Taking note that Donya was sitting right behind her. She never really talked to the girl but that moment wasn't a really good time considering Dritche was still there who might possibly still make a comment about his action of staring.
Sighing , Camilla snuck her cell out and started to text Nadine after noticing her in the back. Hopefully her phone was on vibrate this time.
To: Nad
From: Cami
"Hey. Calm down on the doodling back there. He is going to notice , you know that right? ha ha. Besides, you shouldn't get yourself so worked up about Valentine's day. I'm trying not to. Besides, if worse comes to worse, I'll be your Valentine and we can go to the dance together. haha.;]"
Laughing softly, she snapped her phone shut and shoved it in her pocket. Before the teacher could notice, she started to get caught up in her notes. Trying to ignore what was around her until she got them all down.  
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 12:11 am
 ↫ DelmuS aSLAIn PratT ↬Call me Delmus, and I'll rip your voicebox out and eat it.the C H E S I R E ↭ C A T Dell shoved his last nickel into the machine, all the ones he had been unable to use because they had gum stuck on them or holes drilled through them scattered on the ground by his feet. A small plastic bottle of cranberry juice fell from its rack, and he swung his backpack back around in order to retrieve it. Ah, Ocean Spray. Best pick-me-up in existence. He popped open the cap and downed half the bottle in one tilt of his head, screwing the cap back on before strolling on to Creative Writing. He was late, he knew that. The bells had all rung by then. But, being him, he wasn't worried in the slightest. It was almost expected that he show up late. Punctuality was not really his strongpoint.
Dell shoved his hands into his pockets and began to whistle as he walked down the hall, nudging open the door to his class with his foot and ignoring the dirty look the teacher threw him as he entered. He continued to whistle softly to himself, walking past every desk until he got to the back row. It was typically the least crowded, and from there he could watch everyone in the room rather than have them watch him. He was much more of an observer. A commenter. Not a performer. Why take the spotlight when there was so much more fun to be had in mocking those in it?
The boy dropped his backpack unceremoniously on the floor next to an empty desk. Nadine and Ursula were a couple seats down, Dtriche too. Roz was sitting over by the window, Cami was just a row ahead. His pursed lips curled into a slight smirk as he sat down, leaning back on two legs of his chair and propping his feet up on the desk. The teacher didn't bother to say anything. This was all typical behavior for him. Any sort of reprimand would've been met with a rude and sarcastic reply anyways. Most of his teachers had simply learned to accept that he would do what he would do. He made good grades, at any rate. They couldn't deny that he was smart.
Dell stopped whistling for a moment, opening his bottle and finishing off the cranberry juice inside in moments. The bitter, sour taste woke his mind up a bit more. He didn't like coffee. Fruit juice had always worked better. And besides, coffee tasted like s**t.
 "You k n o w ? We could make her really angry! Shall we try?.....Oh, but it's loads of fun!"
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