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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:32 pm
Ｐa n d o r a Ｌe v e q u e
“Any fanciful idea is worth at least a passing thought.”  The bell had rung, Pandora realized, and somehow she’d managed to not notice it, half-lulled to sleep by the incredibly boring monotone of the teacher. At least there were some other students still there, so it wasn’t as though she was sitting in the classroom by herself. Quickly tossing her things into her backpack – except for the letter, which she took the time to fold neatly and place inside her textbook – she scrambled out the door and tried to remember where her next class was. History?
Yeah, History sounded right. She assumed someone would be kind enough to tell her if she ended up in the wrong classroom somehow. Though how would they know that she wasn’t in the right place?
Well, maybe the fact that they’d never seen you in their class before might be a good start…
No, she was almost positive it was History. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder instead of letting it dangle, she headed out down the hall. She noticed a number of people dodging to the left and right in the hallways and had a moment of confusion; what was everyone—
Oh. Some girl was talking to a friend and was walking backwards while doing so, totally unaware that she was making it difficult for anyone else to get anywhere. Pandora rolled her eyes. Wow. She’d thought that that was an exaggeration made by television shows about high school, but apparently people really did that in real life. Shaking her head, she moved over to the left so as not to run into the backwards-walking girl or her sleepy little friend and hurried onwards.
Once she swung into the History classroom, she let out a breath. Okay, she’d made it. Everything was fine now. Looking for a seat, she grabbed the first empty one she saw, next to a black-haired boy with deathly pale skin. It looked like he’d never seen the sun, and Pandora briefly wondered if he came from a rainy sort of place. Then she put it out of her mind and began to rifle through her backpack, looking for her History books.
Ah, crap. She’d left them back in her room. Frustrated with herself for forgetting and hoping the boy beside her was a generous sort, she turned to him with an awkward smile. “Hi,” she said quietly. “Listen, I’m really sorry to bug you, but I was a moron and forgot my books in my room – can I borrow yours for a second so I can flip through the chapter we’re going to work on today?” There was no particular demand in the request; if he said no, she’d just ask someone else.
Or if he said no and no one else was sitting near enough to ask, she’d just sit through the class awkwardly as punishment for having been stupid enough to forget her freaking books. How on earth had she forgotten them? It wasn’t as though she’d woken up late or been in any kind of rush; she could picture them now, sitting on her desk in her room, waiting for her to remember them, and she just…hadn’t.
Way to go, Pandora. Way. To. Go.
Ｂa n s h e e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:34 pm
Ｄ u n c a n Ａr i s s
“I don’t get held down.”  Duncan had stalked into his English classroom feeling less than friendly; the musings that had been pushing at him throughout his Science class had taken their toll on the young man’s mood. There had been a few people who had moved to take the seat beside him, but his even, cool stare had quickly changed their minds for them. It was odd: generally he didn’t mind company, but today he was feeling prickly and wanted no one to speak to him.
So of course today was the day that someone from the Student Council (Duncan was vaguely aware of who they were, but had put no real effort into learning names and faces) decided to play Welcome Wagon. Though Duncan was sincerely unimpressed, he glanced at the guy sitting in the seat ahead of him and offered a lazy, hard-edged smile. “And how does that estimable lady feel about non-smelly boots?” he inquired sardonically. Duncan didn’t wear sneakers as a normal rule; having spent his entire life at a barn where sneakers were forbidden, as they weren’t safe to wear around high-spirited horses, Duncan had never gotten used to the feel of them. Even now that he had the option, he still preferred his hard-worn hiking boots.
Leaning back in his seat as the guy introduced himself, Duncan let his eyes lower to half-closed. “Meetcha,” he responded. He wasn’t particularly tired, but he was not really interested in chitchat, either. It hadn’t been a particularly shitty day yet, but on the other hand, in his current mood, he was bound to snap at someone sooner or later. He’d rather it not be sooner.
“New enough,” he replied idly to Ryan’s question, waiting for the bell that signaled the beginning of class. “Been here a couple of weeks. Suppose you’ve been here since the beginning.” Almost as soon as the words left his lips, he cursed himself. He did not want to start a proper conversation with this guy. He wanted this guy to go back to whatever he’d been doing before and leave Duncan to stew quietly in his bad mood until he had a chance to take it out on some inanimate object in his room later in the day – thinking of his family and history always left Duncan full of a cold sort of rage that he had to put into something. But it seemed he wasn’t going to have that kind of luck today.
And despite himself, he was wondering why he’d said “since the beginning” instead of “all year”. Surely it would have been more natural to say the second. Why had he said the first instead? It sounded a little more sinister than the first, but clearly it didn’t mean anything. That was stupid. Frustrated with his thoughts yet again, Duncan dismissed it. It wasn’t worth worrying about.
Perhaps Duncan should have given himself a moment to listen to his instincts, but how could he have known?
Simple answer: There was no way he could have known. Not that that would stop him from blaming himself for not thinking of it…later. Ｋ e l p i e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:14 am
 〖 D i v i n g ๑ t h r o u g h ๑ w a v e s ๑ o f ๑ f o a m
B r e a t h e๑ i n ๑ a ๑ b r e e z e ๑ o f f ๑ t h e ๑ c o a s t
D e e p e r ๑ d o w n ๑ t h e s e ๑ w a t e r s ๑ g o ｡ ｡ ｡ ʝ α ȡ ε ȵ ｡ °
ȵ σ α ɦ ｡ °XX
ʆ ʏ ȡ ε ɾ ｡ ° ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ
It couldn’t be his luck was really that bad today, but he felt it inevitable was as he followed the auburn haired, fairly attractive girl with his eyes, until she sat down in the seat in front of him. He felt his pale skin cool, and clenched his teeth. It was irrational to get worked up by her, since she wasn’t doing anything to him. All his previous thinking before bell was just messing with him, he reasoned. I need to get a grip, and learn to let go better, he thought. Wait.. that's a paradox, isn't it?
He smiled a bit to himself, a rarity. The small crack to his impassive exterior evaporated as soon as he noticed those girls up front, still casting unnerving glances at him. The bell was due to ring any second now, so why did they have to lollygag at the front of the room? They were trying to attracted attention to themselves, he realized, but couldn't relate. The things people do for the lime light! He would never understand it himself, choosing to turn away from their shenanigans to review his notes from yesterday. All were in a perfect script, as it was his mannerism to be neat and precise.
He’d only been doing this for a few moments when Jaden heard the quiet voice of the auburn girl in front of him. He looked up over his notes, arching an eyebrow in recognition of her greeting. It hung in the hair that he was quiet clearly wondering why she’d talk to him, over people like Simon, who sat just diagonally behind her.
She continued, a bit nervously, but he didn’t smirk at her rambled request. He didn’t really show much sympathy, either, his eyebrow just arching a bit higher, and then he turned to reach for his bag. He withdrew one of the school’s battered copies for history, a tome that had seen better days, maybe 20-some-years ago. The subject matter was mostly on the ancient civilizations, so it wasn’t like the school had to get updates on that very often. He held it by the think binding, and extended it to the girl.
“You can borrow it…” his own voice surprised him, but he kept the same pokerfaced expression he always donned with people. His voice was low, a little rasp from underuse he supposed, but then again he was feeling thirsty again, too. It certainly wasn’t because she was the first girl who’d talked to him decently, if only for his school book, in years... right?
Jaden spoke again, after she took the book, “Only give it back once you have what you need…” It was a little stiff, he supposed. That didn't bother him, as he didn't really think he was really being nice for the guesture. Last night he’d read a head in the chapter, anyway. He’d just follow along to the lesson with what he remembered. He sat back with his arms crossed, leaning down on his desk. He didn’t look back up. He was trying to remember the girl's name...
She arrived late to school, just a week ago. The teacher had introduced her in 1st period math, and so had their history teacher. After that, he didn’t see her again until a later point during the day. Pandora, the name floated from the memories. Now he could ask her for his book back later, if she forgot at the end of class. He didn’t want to hunt her down after school, through the crowds of students bustling with their end-of-day freedom.
ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ｡ ｡ ｡ S u f o c a t i n g ๑ i n ๑ t h i s ๑ s u r f a c e ๑ a i r
D r o w n ๑ m e ๑ i n ๑ s t r e n g t h ๑ t o ๑ c o p e
F o r ๑ w a t e r ๑ i s ๑ m y ๑ o n e ๑ t r u e ๑ h o m e 〗
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:50 am
 ╄ Night is coming, all light is fading
XXXXXXOpen your heart to the magic's spell. ╄  Ⓐⓜⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓞⓟⓗⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓡⓐⓨⓔ✰☽✰☾✰
It was a little overwhelming to converse with daylight people normally for Raye, but the way Becka twirled about was distracting her from replying. At least it gave a reason for Raye to stay awake as she walked, and not completely fall asleep on her feet –or onto another student. “Well, actually…” There Becka went again, skipping along as if nothing could dampen her parade. “I’ve been here for a few months. Start of the semester….” She smiled sheepishly for the other girl's sake.
Poor Becka, she’d have a fit for the mistaken assumption. Granted, when Raye had first arrived she was practically a different person. She’d been attentive during classes, responded to discussions, and even talked regularly with a few students. But it only took a week before her bed-time started to become later… and later… until she couldn’t fall asleep at night at all. That was when she started falling asleep in classes, and stopped socializing after school so she could nap. It was also when she fell off the radar of most of her peers.
Out of nowhere, Becka started walking backwards. She asked Raye if she was alright, commenting on how Raye seemed tired. Underneath her bangs, Raye was startled out of replying for a few moments more, to watch Becka’s gait part the oncoming students, when she realized she couldn’t see very well. She pushed some hair out of her eyes, wondering how long her bangs had been this long… and how she could not have noticed. Am I really so tired….? She fell thoughtful.
Then she remembered Becka had asked her something. “Oh! Yeah… you could say that, ‘suppose.” As a polite understatement, maybe, Raye mussed. They went into the classroom a head of Ryan and Sera. Raye looked curiously at the unfamiliar boy who stood near the older girl as she passed him. He was quite tall, but that wasn’t saying much, coming from Raye. His hair looked like… lemon cotton-candy; it was so soft and fine. She wanted to smell it, maybe, just to see if her description was right...
Whoa, that’s kind of…. Really weird. And it certainly was, she thought, flusted. Who went around wanting to smell a complete stranger’s hair? Her suspicions crossed her mind. What's going on with me...? She didn't have that answer.. yet.
She was determined to find out, though. She tighened her hold on her knapsack bag, looking back slightly as she and Becka took seats of Becka's choice.✰☽✰☾✰   Post Layout by: Zimmzy╄ There's something waking up withinXXXXX
Darkness that needs released. ╄
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:47 pm
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story  My name happens to be ѕ¢αяℓєтт вєℓℓє кαнℓєя. Do not forget it. • ● •I'm destined to become A Pixie. Not like it would matter to you.• ● • ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Even if you fall on your face, You're still moving forward. Scarlett peered inside what she believed was the class she had to go into, but she frowned slightly. "Those people aren't in my class," she thought to herself, but only a second later jumped at the sound of a bell. Her eyes widened and she stepped away from the door, waiting for the students in the room to leave before she entered. As it turns out, her timing was slightly off. Almost right after they had all left, a few people made their way in before her even though she had already been standing there. Almost as if they pushed their way in just after the last person left.
She cautiously walked in, looking around the room. Certain that this was her class, she made her way over to one of the desks in the back of the classroom. Rather than removing anything from her bag like most would, she almost immediately folded her arms on her desk, and lied her head on them as if they were a pillow. A sigh escaped her as she did so.
What were they doing in this class the day before? Was there homework that she couldn't remember? She contemplated that for a moment, then came to her own conclusion: no, there wasn't. Not that she could remember. Though there probably was, but she was just too stupid to remember what it was. "What are we even doing in this class right now?" Her head rose up slightly, and overheard the voice of a couple two males talking. She didn't acknowledge them, nor pay attention to them. Instead, their words merely passed through one ear and out the other as she focussed on the board, searching for what they'd be doing. With no luck, she rested her chin on her arms again.
Looking over without actually turning her head, she made a brief, nonchalant glance at the two males who she had earlier heard speaking. She only recognized them slightly. Her eyes then went over to the front where she began to stare at the board far ahead of her, a zoned-out, day-dreaming look coming about her face. Her fingers lightly tapped on the desk.
The feeling in the school to Scarlett, all day, had had a sort of eerie feeling to it. It definitely wasn't like the other schools she had been to. The very air within it felt strange, and it felt as though she was almost always being watched. In fact, the very feeling was washing over her again as she thought about it. Her eyes quickly glanced over, just catching the teacher's eyes before they went back to sifting through various papers on who knows what.
Frowning slightly, she sat up straight again to give herself more of an "I'm not tired" look, despite the fact she would enjoy falling asleep right then and there. How quickly her posture changed soon proved that theory. She now rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, elbow on her desk. _________________________________________________________
"it's better to be hurt by the truth than to be comforted with a lie." Out Of Comprehension;; (( ___ ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:17 am
Ｂe c k a Ｆa r t h o r n
“There’s so much I can’t do; why not do what I can?”  Becka was thoroughly impressed by how well Raye was handling her chirpiness at this time of the day – yes, Becka was in fact self-aware enough to know how unflinchingly optimistic and bright she was, and how that could annoy some people early in the morning. She was even capable of toning it down when required. But when Raye answered her question, Becka’s eyes went wide. “Oh wow, really? It—” She hastily cut herself off there and said instead, “I can’t believe I didn’t talk to you before! Guess I’ve been slacking,” she joked. “So do you like it here so far?”
She wasn’t too upset about the ‘mistake’, mostly because it hadn’t really been one – asking how long someone had been there didn’t actually assume that they hadn’t been here long, right? Right. Of course, right. Becka was glad that she had had that little discussion with herself. Though, she did feel bad that she hadn’t spoken to Raye before. She should have talked to her before, but somehow she had just not noticed that she hadn’t really met the girl. Maybe she’d met her at orientation and shown her around, but at that time of year Becka had met a lot of people and shown them all around the school, usually in groups. Raye would basically have been just another new face-and-name that Becka had memorized; she wouldn’t have had much time to talk to her one-on-one.
Well, she was rectifying that now, and she would have to make time to do so again.
Speaking of making time and new students, Becka reminded herself that she needed to look up those other two newcomers – the redhead that she had already noticed, and she was pretty sure there was a boy that had recently come to the school as well. She’d been extremely busy as of late, but that was no excuse; she needed to track them down, introduce herself and make sure they knew their way around, and establish herself as someone they could talk to if they needed it. There was no particular reason for that part of things – she just wanted everyone at the school to have someone to talk to when they were feeling homesick or stressed or down, and if that person happened to be her (which, for a large majority of the school, it was) well, why not?
Realizing that Raye was talking, Becka immediately turned all her attention back to the smaller girl. It could be somewhat nerve-wracking to be the sole focus of Becka’s attention, but happily it didn’t seem to bother Raye. “I could say that?” she repeated. “Is everything okay with you, Raye?” Her concern sounded genuine, as indeed it was; she might have just met the girl, but Becka had the capacity to care immediately and deeply about pretty much anyone. As they passed Ryan, Sera and the unknown blond, Becka didn’t even give them a second look. She knew who Unknown Blond was – or rather, what he was – and felt no need to talk to him; Ryan and Sera she already knew.
She walked with Raye right into the English class and let Raye sit down near the boy that Becka recognized as the new boy. Before Becka could speak to him, Ryan, who had come in after them, engaged the new guy in conversation. Becka beamed – good, Ryan would deal with that for now and Becka would meet him later.
Smiling brightly at Raye, she said cheerfully, “It was great to meet you for real, Raye. We’ll have to hang out sometime, just let me know when you’re free. I still wanna hear the answer to my question, but I’ve gotta run to Math or I’m gonna be late again, so I’ll see you in another class and we can talk more then, okay, see you later!” She was sure she would have another class with Raye – the school wasn’t that big. Swinging her bag over her shoulder, she dashed out the door and down the hallways to the Math classroom, sliding in with seconds to spare. Ｓ e e r - Ｆa r t h o r n Ｃ l a n
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:19 am
Ｐa n d o r a Ｌe v e q u e
“Any fanciful idea is worth at least a passing thought.” Pandora shifted uncomfortably when the strange boy looked up at her. Though his face was blank, his eyes were piercing, and she couldn’t help but feel like he was seeing something about her that she wasn’t sure she wanted him to see – that she wasn’t even sure she would have seen in his place. At the same time, though, she felt a little sorry for him; his reaction to her greeting made her think he wasn’t used to being spoken to. Maybe he was a quiet kind of guy, which she could relate to – she didn’t talk a whole lot, usually. She could also feel the burning stare of a few of the girls at the front of the room, and it made her frown. What had she done to deserve being glared at like that?
A hank of reddish hair fell into her face, and she blew it away in some irritation. When he offered her the book, she took it from him gently, as though she thought the book would fall apart in her hands if she wasn’t careful. She noticed the low rasp to his voice, but didn’t think much of it – he might have a sore throat or something, or maybe he was just thirsty. Maybe she should offer him her water bottle, but if he was sick, Pandora didn’t particularly want to catch whatever he had. At his next words, though, she studied him for a moment out of calm green-hazel eyes before giving him a slow and oddly sweet smile. “Thank you for that,” she replied, “but I’ll only need it a moment. I just want to refresh myself on it.”
That said, she turned around again and set the book lightly on her desk. Her hands were as gentle as a lover’s as she carefully leafed through the pages until she found the correct chapters. Some might have thought she was only treating it this gently because it belonged to someone else who could see everything she was doing with it, but in actual fact Pandora was this light-handed with all books. She had a peculiar sort of reverence for them, and she always had. They had been her companions throughout childhood, and she treated her books better than she treated some people.
Settling in, she skimmed the necessary chapters a few times, forgoing an in-depth read as she’d already read them the night before; she liked History even though their teacher wasn’t very good at making it come to life. Once she was sure she would be able to answer intelligently if she was asked any questions, she closed the book again, turned around and offered it back to the dark-haired boy. “Thanks,” she said again. She was a little uncomfortable making conversation with him – she hadn’t forgotten that piercing look, as though he could see right through her. But it didn’t really matter, as there was nothing to see. Pandora Alison Leveque, she told herself, had a life like an open book. Nothing particularly exciting, nothing particularly dangerous and certainly no deep, dark secrets.
She wasn’t entirely sure why she’d felt the need to keep repeating that to herself lately.
Reaching down into her bag, she pulled out her notes and a couple of pencils just as the bell clanged overhead. It was only once the echoes died away that she realized she’d been humming along softly to the high-pitched, wailing sound. She blinked. Pandora had never been known for her singing voice – she could carry a tune, but that was the best you could say about it – and she had never before caught herself humming or singing in public. Odd.
Dismissing it, she looked to the front and waited for the teacher to speak up. Ｂa n s h e e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 11:22 pm
 H e r e , I'll give you my phone number,
When you worry, c a l l m e,
I'll make you happy. . .
Handsome Seer: ℛ ʏ ɑ ɴ ℐʘsερʜ ℒ ɪ ʟ т ʜ εxx
Ryan's attempts at playing the good student council member weren't totally ignored, and he took that as a good sign. Ryan didn't want to assume anything too early, but the guy looked like a typical, rebellious teen to him. Which was good, actually - the school had been lacking in their share of 'bad boys' lately, and Ryan thought they were amusing. Ryan often wanted to screw the rules like they did, and would have, had he not been born into the family he'd been born in.
"Boots, sandals, or Mary Janes, they're all the same to her," Ryan said with another grin.
The guy didn't bother introducing himself, nor did he bother taking Ryan's outstretched hand either. He leaned back in his seat and let his eyes droop lazily, yet Ryan had the feeling he wasn't really tired. Vaguely, Ryan had the sense that he was maybe imposing a bit too much, but hey, that was his job, wasn't it? Be an annoying student council member, and pretend to be everybody's best friend.
The guy answered Ryan's second question with as little words as possible. Ryan's eyebrows raised just slightly at the guy's second sentence, but he didn't show any other sign. Ryan eagerly seized the opportunity to continue the conversation, whether the guy actually wanted to keep talking or not. "Been here long enough, yeah," he said, mirroring his words. Then, carefully placing his words, "I guess that's kinda a good thing, though. This place kinda gets to you after a while, you know?"
Then, he glanced to the front of the classroom, where the clock ticking off the seconds until the start of class was, and smoothly changed the subject. "Anyways, I'm glad you aren't totally new. Then I don't have to give you the buttered-up 'welcome-to-Avalona' speech. That's something I usually save for Sera."
At that, the teacher cleared her throat to start her lecture, and Ryan spun around to face the front. He never much paid much attention to English either, but it was a hell of a lot more interesting than History. At least the teacher had an idea of how to keep her class awake.
"R e l a x - x - x - x - x - x - x, m a n . J u s t r e l a x ."
Put a s m i l e on your face,
Don't bring everybody down like this,
D o n' t worry, it will soon p a s s,
W h a t e v e r it is,
D o n ' t w o r r y,
B e H a p p y.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 6:33 pm
╄ Night is coming, all light is fading
XXXXXXOpen your heart to the magic's spell. ╄ Ⓐⓜⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓞⓟⓗⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓡⓐⓨⓔ✰☽✰☾✰
In a flurry of haste, Becka said her parting (if not fleeting) words and zoomed off, a rocket leaving a much slower satellite to choke in its fumes. “Oh well… Alright… see you…” her delayed response was too late, shriving up into a half-yawn. Hello, nap-time, she muttered mentally.
Raye could barely taste the crackly energy Becka had given off, now that only the residual bits were charging the air. The other girl had quickly come and gone, just like a bolt of lightning; it had been marvelous while it lasted, but made one feel as if the darkness surrounded them more tightly then before the awesome flash. In this case, however, Raye was left surrounded in sunlight blaring in eyes that were adapting, unknown to her, to be used at night. She was helpless to fight the relapse back to her regular o’ sleepy self, but that didn't stop her from dwelling on Becka's offer to talk again; if being around such a bubbly person had helped fight off Raye’s tiredness… It couldn’t hurt to stick around her, now, could it?
Stowing that decision for later, Raye felt drained as the room brightened. As more and more sunlight hitting the windows, she retreated to the sanction her long bangs gave, like a curtain against the harsh rays. It had to be the middle of the morning, with daylight to kill until school let out. She mentally cringed at how many periods she still had to go...
The bigger concern was the here and now, since Raye wasn’t really “here” all that much. She tried to focus, but she so wanted to be asleep....
Outside of her sleepy atmosphere, class was starting; the teacher was bouncing around at the front in an irritating way. Raye might have once loved engaging teachers, but they usually gave trouble to students who slept in their class. As if it was a personal insult to their teaching. Part of the curse , she begrudged ironically before blinking once. Twice...
She had no idea how much she was cursed, that that curse was strengthening in her own blood as it beat through her veins...
Raye stiffened half-awake, head perched by her chin in palm. She had been zoning, almost falling completely asleep, and was only vaguely aware of the kids round her. They had hushed down a bit, now that class was going on. Soon they were all paying attention, or at least faking it better than Raye ever could have managed. How sad, since English was one of her favorite subjects.
She tried her best, but her soft breathing evened out in the tell-tale rhythm of slumber not twenty minutes later. Raye’s lack of being enraptured would hopefully go unnoticed by the teacher, who was animatedly doing her job. Or at least, if there was any grace that could befall her, Raye could not be called out in the middle of class, and be left to sleep soundly among her daywalker peers.
✰☽✰☾✰Post Layout by: Zimmzy ╄ There's something waking up withinXXXXX
Darkness that needs released. ╄
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 1:21 pm
Ｄ u n c a n Ａr i s s
“I don’t get held down.”
Duncan was even more frustrated with himself when the guy actually did continue talking. That would teach him to show any kind of interest in someone else’s words, that was for sure. He could feel the edge of temper underneath his own skin, but for some reason the Student Council moron wasn’t feeling it. Honestly, why should he? That cold, rising temper puzzled Duncan, since he knew that it was an unreasonable reaction to a simple attempt to be friendly, and he was the one who felt it – if the bloody Boy Scout over there even noticed it, he was probably dismissing it as nothing.
“Sure,” he replied lazily to Ryan’s ‘you know’. “Turns us all into Boy Scouts dreaming of rainbows and unicorns. ******** terrifying.” A part of him knew that there was no reason to be so edgy, so intent on finding a way to shut this conversation down, but on the other hand he just couldn’t seem to stop himself. He’d never really been this nasty before; certain ex-girlfriends might have said otherwise, but they had just been too damn clingy and he could not stand clingy. To people who were only trying to be friendly or just polite, Duncan could usually at least manage civility. Perhaps he could blame it on his earlier musings about his family history, but even then it seemed a little excessive.
Maybe there was something to what the guy was saying about this place getting to you. Or maybe he was just in a severely bad mood. Either might be true. And either way, class was about to—
Oh, Boy Scout wasn’t done yet. Joy.
“Good,” he replied shortly. “I’d rather you save it entirely.” He was not impressed by buttery speeches and friendly overtures; people who gave those kinds of speeches were the same kind of people, in Duncan’s opinion, who disappeared out of your life without a trace after they felt they’d ‘done their duty’ by a poor lonely new student. He had no interest in people who came and went – he was enough of that kind of guy himself that he didn’t need others who did exactly the same thing in his life.
Despite his own refusal to be held, another of Duncan’s secret cravings was stability. There had been nothing stable in his home life, not really, aside from the horses and the barn where he had felt most welcomed. His family’s feelings on him changed from wariness to dislike to hatred to rare hints of warmth, their views on him changed similarly, his mother’s mental health changed from day to day – or so it seemed. He was never sure what was going to happen when he woke up in the morning. The boarding school would, he hoped, provide some kind of stability for him.
But from what Mr. Friendly was saying, it wasn’t going to be very likely. Figured. Everything else was shaky and unsure footing; why should a school that he had chosen be any different?
Realizing that the teacher had begun to talk, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting the words flow over and around him as he settled in to listen. Ｋ e l p i e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 1:59 pm
Ｂe c k a Ｆa r t h o r n
“There’s so much I can’t do; why not do what I can?” Becka plopped happily into the chair that was offered by one of the girls she’d met last month. Math class wasn’t her particular favourite thing, but she loved the fact that it was a fairly big class – she had a lot more company, and said company often ended up solidifying their in-class friendship in the form of multiple jotted notes, doodles and quiet giggles. No one liked math, at least no one that Becka knew, so she did her best to make it more amusing for those who wished they were absolutely anywhere else. Swinging her loose dark hair back – she’d forgotten her desire to go get a hair-tie entirely – she dug through her bag until she found the things she wanted and then set them out somewhat messily, shoving the bag itself carelessly under the desk.
About thirty seconds into the class, she and the girl beside her were already playing a nonsense game of Hangman, using the version they jokingly claimed to have made up themselves. The rules were pretty simple – just like Hangman, you had to guess what was in the dashes. Unlike Hangman, there was no guarantee that the words were in English or that the sentence made any sense. The one who won the game was the one who solved the most sentences, but you got double points if your sentence made the other person laugh. The other girl went first, and watching her sunny smile as she began to scrawl down the dashes, Becka was vividly happy – this same girl had gotten here too shy to speak and violently homesick.
The girl pushed the drawing along to Becka, and she wrote a letter E with a question mark beside it before sliding it back. As the game continued, Becka slowly began to piece together the sentence, and it took masterful effort to keep from giggling.
E_E__AN_ IN _A SA__E IS E__A_ASSIN_
She was already beginning to figure out what the sentence was, and if she was right, she had to agree – the obvious fact that none of the students were listening to the teacher who drawled on about exponent laws at the front of the room was kind of embarrassing for anyone who noticed it. Grinning as they continued to piece together words and letters, Becka promptly forgot about the classroom setting entirely. She was good at math, though she wasn’t fond of it, so she wasn’t at all worried about missing any of the notes.
The game eventually ended and they started playing tic-tac-toe instead, using hearts and spirals and other silly symbols in place of the usual Xs and Os. As her dark eyes sparkled happily, Becka flashed another bright grin at the girl beside her. Their games were silly, perhaps even a little childish, but the two girls enjoyed them and it made Math class pass by that much faster. If they enjoyed their time playing with paper and pencil and they were reasonably quiet (which they did their best to be), where was the harm, right?
Ｓ e e r - Ｆa r t h o r n Ｃ l a n
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 4:04 pm
 ⇝ ҷ α ʂ ε ɳ . ҷ α r r ѻ ω . ҷ α r ѻ ʂ ʃ α ɣ ⇜
R i s e and F o l l o w your L i b e r a t o r ҭ
XXXXXXX『Some are born great,
Ӊ
XXXXXXXXXSome achieve greatness,
Ȝ
XXXXXXXXXXXSome have greatness thrust upon them...』 Ѻ ѵ ɛ я ʟ σ я d
я ɛ b ɛ ʟ . c ѻ ɳ ʂ p i я ɛ . я ɛ c я u i t .
﹃﹄﹃﹄﹃﹄﹃﹄
Yasen continued to follow quietly behind his charge. Honestly he didn't care that Sera hadn't said a word to him. It made it easier to follow her. Plus he hadn't figured out to say yet to get her on his side. Or any seer on his side for that matter. Sure he'd planned and had come up with ideas, but in the real situation? They just...didn't work. Not in this setting with all the teachers around. Teachers under the thumb of the very faeries he wanted to take down and take control over.
He merely smirked in return to the other seer who outed his presence. A male and from the lesser smile, a male who was being friendly, but didn't trust him at all. How ironic that the seer clans and the fay were in league with each other, but didn't trust each other. Could he use this? If he could gain these young people's trust then it may be easier to take down the Courts. Or would it be?
Something to be thought over later in the quiet of his 'room'. How he was supposed to guard her and be in a completely different dorm building was completely beyond him, but there it was. He'd been given a room in the boys' dorm building. Sera was in the girls' dorm building. What? Was he supposed to use his powers to get from one place to another? Interesting idea, but it could back fire on him before he was ready to reveal to others just what he was. Or rather reveal to the young fay what he was. All the seer children had to do was look at him and they knew what kind of faery he was.
He'd heard what Sera had said. He'd just have to sit in on their conversation. Not that he wouldn't have any ways. Well, maybe not. He could just stay back, but that would just draw more attention to himself. Sitting alone and watching another student would eventually noticed. So perhaps it was best if he just kept near her. Yasen decided that was what he would do. First though he had to get through the classes. And chances were he already knew what the teachers would be teaching. His education had been very....through.
So he continued to follow Sera and went to her next class with her. He had already memorized her schedule. After all his was the same thing. And he had to follow her or else he wouldn't be a very good body guard. The faery took a seat beside her and pretended to be interested in what the teacher was saying.
『And some just take it for themselves.』 ♛
Post Layout by: Zimmzy ((( OOC: Apologies for taking so long.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 2:36 pm
〖 D i v i n g ๑ t h r o u g h ๑ w a v e s ๑ o f ๑ f o a m
B r e a t h e๑ i n ๑ a ๑ b r e e z e ๑ o f f ๑ t h e ๑ c o a s t
D e e p e r ๑ d o w n ๑ t h e s e ๑ w a t e r s ๑ g o ｡ ｡ ｡ ʝ α ȡ ε ȵ ｡ °
ȵ σ α ɦ ｡ °XX
ʆ ʏ ȡ ε ɾ ｡ ° ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ
At the bell, the rest of the class finished their conversations and unpacking as in queued to do so in a rather abrupt, cut-off way. The rather grumpy history teacher called the class to attention, and the girls at front stopped talking to pass notes and cast glares at anyone who looked at them funny. If there were any Seers in the class, it would be acceptable to assume these girls were Halflings on their way to be rather… vain, if not downright vainglorious.
Meanwhile, as he was trying to ignore the true arrogance seeping from some if his peers, Jaden started to feel less apprehensive about Pandora. Bent down over his own work, he couldn’t help but to note the delicate handling she gave his ratty textbook. He was relieved a bit to know he wouldn’t have to retrieved the book from her later, as she was quiet satisfied, she’d told him, just refreshing herself with the lesson.
He made no sympathetic gestures when she seemed equally annoyed by the rather ostentatious girls near the front of the room. It did bother him some had given Pandora glowering looks when she borrowed his book, for he did not want to inflict any bad feelings of Pandora onto himself. The fiery-haired girl reminded him of his once friend back home, the girl who now wished him very ill since the pier incident.
Further surveillance, however, made Jaden realize she was actually perplexed by their female peers. While she merely gave them up as unimportant and riffled through the chapter, he went back to starting at his papers, not reading or really focusing on the lesson, but on the easy she dismissed the feeling of others. Jaden had been plagued by his dwellings for years, almost his whole life. It gave him a rather hard wall to chip, since he’d found avoidance and abstinence from interaction a rather successful, if lonely, solution.
Contemplating his musing, Jaden only looked back up at the sound of Pandora twisting in her seat, book closed and ready to be handed back. With the same peculiar, honeyed layer to her voice, Pandora thanked him again. He politely accepted the book with a look and a nod, but said nothing.
He continued to do so for the remainder of the period, quite anxious to have the school day over with now that his quite routine of solitude had failed him.
ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ｡ ｡ ｡ S u f o c a t i n g ๑ i n ๑ t h i s ๑ s u r f a c e ๑ a i r
D r o w n ๑ m e ๑ i n ๑ s t r e n g t h ๑ t o ๑ c o p e
F o r ๑ w a t e r ๑ i s ๑ m y ๑ o n e ๑ t r u e ๑ h o m e 〗
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:41 pm
H e r e , I'll give you my phone number,
When you worry, c a l l m e,
I'll make you happy. . .
Handsome Seer: ℛ ʏ ɑ ɴ ℐʘsερʜ ℒ ɪ ʟ т ʜ εxx
Either the guy really didn't want to talk to Ryan, or he was just an all-around jerk twenty-four-seven. Ryan assumed the former, since the dude didn't exactly have that jerk-like air about him. Maybe he was just having a bad day. Ryan shrugged. A plate of food from the cafeteria and the guy's day would brighten up. Probably. It always had for Ryan, at least. There wasn't much that could bring Ryan's day down in the first place, and a lot of things that could bring it up.
Either way, Ryan wasn't the kind to force friendship onto people. He would be friendly, just enough to be considered doing his duty as a student council member, but if they didn't want to talk, so be it. They probably thought him shallow for it, but if they wanted their business left alone, what right of Ryan's was it to barge in? Of course, that mindset disappears once they begin the transformation from human to fae.
Ryan was only half-listening to the teacher's lecture. His gaze roamed the room, looking for something of more interest to set his attention on. He saw a couple students jotting down notes as the teacher spoke. He saw the subtle rise and fall of Raye's shoulders, letting him know that she was asleep once again. It was a wonder the teachers hadn't noticed it by now. Or maybe they had, and they just decided not to bother.
Eventually, his mind wandered beyond the boundaries of the classroom. Ryan wondered what Sera was doing about now. More specifically, she wondered what her little blonde stalker was doing about now. If he remembered correctly, the dude coincidentally had every single class with Sera. Lucky stiff, Ryan thought bitterly. To be honest, the cheeky smirk the male faery flashed him irked him somehow. Almost like he had something to say, knew that Ryan knew he had something to say, but chose not to say anything anyway. Or at least, it felt like that. He was probably just thinking too much. He shouldn't do it often. It confused him.
"R e l a x - x - x - x - x - x - x, m a n . J u s t r e l a x ."
Put a s m i l e on your face,
Don't bring everybody down like this,
D o n' t worry, it will soon p a s s,
W h a t e v e r it is,
D o n ' t w o r r y,
B e H a p p y.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 4:56 pm
Ｐa n d o r a Ｌe v e q u e
“Any fanciful idea is worth at least a passing thought.” Once Pandora had handed off the textbook back to its owner, she settled down over her notes. She was one of the few in this class who actually took them, and that only when it suited her. It was really amazing how any of the people in this school managed to pass anything, ever, she thought dryly – she couldn’t think of a single time that she’d seen anyone studying (of course, she didn’t really spend much time with anyone here yet, being new and all) and no one seemed interested in taking notes. What kind of school had she ended up at, anyway?
Had she known how her dismissal of the girls at the front had perplexed the boy she’d borrowed the textbook from, she would have chuckled in her low, lazy way and told him that she didn’t worry herself with the chittering gossip of birds, why should she not feel the same about the chittering of featherbrains? But she had no idea, and so she said not a word as she wrote notes in tidy, girlish printing very unlike the fancy handwriting she’d used in her letter. Probably all for the best – the teacher was unusually grumpy today. Perhaps the last class had pushed him past his endurance level, but really, this time of day? If it was so easy to irritate her teachers, it might be best not to talk too much if she didn’t respect them; Pandora tried to be polite, but if she had no respect for a teacher, it inevitably showed.
Pushing aside her reddish hair, she frowned down at her notes as the man droned on…and on…and on. He seemed like a nice guy, and with his huge glasses and balding head he rather reminded her of a large teddy bear, but he was the most boring History teacher she had ever had the displeasure of listening to. Before she knew it, she found herself sketching in the margins of her notes. The sketching itself was not unusual – she often drew little stick-figure scenes or flowers in the margins of her notebooks. What was unusual was what was flowing out of her pencil, almost without conscious thought (and she was usually no artist, so she wasn’t about to claim a ‘creative muse.’)
She was sketching something misty, something that almost looked like a lake. Though it had originally only been meant to be in the margins, it had quickly taken over the better part of her page. It looked misty and shadowy and dark, with a full moon appearing in the corner as her pencil danced over the page. It was like a lake, but wasn’t; there was something darker, more threatening, and less serene about it than a lake drawing would have shown.
Without knowing exactly how she knew, she knew it was a bog. She had never in her life seen a real bog, and this was probably nothing like the real thing: but it looked dark, uncomfortable, and yet oddly fascinating. Strangely, she found it somewhat…appealing. Almost beautiful. Even though the drawing itself had little artistic merit, she knew without a doubt what it was meant to be, and the feelings it evoked in her ran very deep.
Shaking her head and dismissing the drawing, she turned to the next page in her notebook and forced herself to concentrate on writing notes.
Ｂa n s h e e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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