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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:50 pm
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White  Bianca couldn't stop herself from blushing at the compliment. Though, it was easy enough to hide. She just looked down as he helped her get her feet on the ground. If circumstances were a bit different, she wouldn't have minded staying in his arms. However, she didn't want to cause any unnecessary awkwardness.
Her room? At that suggestion, she looked up and over towards her balcony. she still spotted the mass pile of roses she had tossed out there. Thinking about returning to her dorm made her cringe. After what happened earlier, it would be a bit strange to return there. It was a mess, due to her own little fit, and it didn't seem as welcoming as it did before. She sighed before returning her gaze to his.
"I know I'm not going to be able to get up in time for my first class....So, I'm just not going to go..." She knew it would be surprising for him to hear, seeing as just that morning she had told Polly that she didn't skip class. Bianca just thought it wasn't worth the effort of getting up that early. Being groggy during her first class would be just as bad as missing it. Might as well get the sleep while she could.
Wait, he would still be okay with going to the movies? Bianca couldn't help but crack a small smile at that. However, it fell quickly due to the mark she spotted on his neck. He had a hickie on it, like she had on her own. "Sorry about your neck...." She said guiltily as she pulled the collar of her shirt over to reveal her own. They matched a bit, though it wasn't really a good thing.
"If you want...you can just tell people I gave it to you...They'd probably believe that over Andy proclaiming he did it. Especially if I went along with it..." She didn't hid the blush that came over her face at those words. She didn't know how she could even dare saying that to him after what she had done. She couldn't unsay it now. "Which I would..."
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:06 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
 Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith smiled a bit at his action of resting his head against her own. It was strangely comforting. Why? She didn't quite know herself. "Yup, that's me...Full of surprises..." She trailed off in response, a response she just stated for no reason. She supposed it could be taken a bit sarcastically. Lil didn't care that it was a rhetorical question.
She couldn't help but flinch a bit when he suggested that he wasn't a complete waste of air. Why would he say such a thing. Cameron wasn't a waste of air, at least, not in her opinion. No, he definitely was not. Wait?
Lilith's mind was thinking on things she had tried her hardest to ignore for the past three or four years. She had grown tired of not having anyone to care about. It was something she didn't acknowledge, but it was still true, staring her right in the face. She shook her head.
No. She had gone so far with keeping her goals, she wasn't going to start caring about Cameron. Was she? Lilith's eyes opened and she sat up. She needed to get back to her room, back to solitude. Yes, solitude suited her just fine. "Well, I must be getting back to my comfy bed....Night..." With that, she stood up, ruffling his hair once more before making her way back through the door. He probably wouldn't follow.
Her footsteps echoed dully off the walls as she climbed down the stairs, nearly tripping and falling a couple of times. If she had been going slower, it wouldn't have been an issue, but she needed to get to her room as soon as possible. She wasn't going to let years of work go to waste.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:09 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder saw the way that Bianca looked at her own room and the look in her eyes, and realized that she probably wouldn't want to go back there. Before he could think of another solution, though, she was talking again, and he decided to give her his full attention. He saw the mark on her neck that Andy had left and felt annoyance towards the Arabian boy. It was getting hard for him to muster any actual anger - it was far too late in the evening, and he had used a lot of his energy pounding on Andy. So instead, he felt a sort of pity and regret towards his and Bianca's situation, even after her suggestion. He couldn't help laughing a bit at it though. "If that's what you want, I'm willing to go with it," he said, "but I don't want people to think that we're moving too fast or anything like that. It might look bad for you to have done this to me." He shrugged. "I can just wear a turtleneck tomorrow. I have plenty to choose from. But if anyone sees it...well." He smiled at her. "I'll go along with your story if anyone sees it." He glanced back up at her room and an idea came to him. "You know, if you don't want to go back to your room, you can always stay in mine. I'll sleep on the couch and you can take my bed." He swallowed and blushed a little. "I mean, it might help sell the story...or something."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:33 pm
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White Bianca didn't mind that he had laughed at her suggestion. She knew it was a bit silly of her to say that. At least he said he was willing to go along with it. Ah, of course he'd be concerned about what others would think. At that statement, she rolled her eyes and looked at him with a small smirk. "I'm not worried about what others will think...It would be funny to see their reactions though..."
Wait, back up a minute. Bianca had to replay what he had just said in her mind. He didn't want people to get the idea that they were moving too fast. That had to mean he still felt something towards her! She felt a bit lighter at that realization. He continued talking about wearing a turtleneck, which he could totally do if he wanted, but she was doing her best to prevent a huge smile from making its way onto her face.
She noticed that he glanced up towards her room. She wanted to glare at the roses. However, his voice brought her attention back to him. She suddenly became extremely grateful towards Stetson. Bianca didn't think he would offer to let her stay in his room. Well, a very small part of her did, but that was beside the point. To top it all off, he was blushing. He could say it was to help sell the story all he wanted, she could tell he just added that last part to make it appear that way.
"I would appreciate that very much...Only one thing....I get the couch. I sleep better on them anyways..." She stated with a smirk. Bianca was certain he would object to that, but she wouldn't relent. It wasn't a lie, she did fall asleep easier on couches, and she didn't want to kick him out of his own bed. Not after all he had done for her. "Plus, I can help clean up some of the mess before I crash. It's the least I can do..." She trailed off, giving him a small smile.
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:38 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
"No way," Schraeder said, cutting the air with a hand and shaking his head. "It's only right if I take the couch! Come on, I'm the guy." He smiled and began to walk. "Come on, let's get back to my room." He headed around the corner so that they were below his balcony. Schraeder glanced around and saw that there was a small part of the building that jutted out that was high enough to let him get to his balcony. He signaled to Bianca to wait, then jumped on top of it and hopped lightly onto his balcony's edge, grabbing the railing. He slid over it and bent out of sight for a second before emerging again with a smile. He threw a small rope ladder over the edge to Bianca, gesturing to it victoriously. "Come on up," he said, and waited until she made it to the top. When she was there, he gave her his hand to help her over the railing. Once they were inside, he shut and locked the glass door and turned on a light. "Well, here we are," he said. "Home for now. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, and feel free to make yourself comfortable." He smiled sheepishly at her; he wasn't very good at entertaining company, but he really wanted her to feel comfortable in his room. That done, he went into his room and took an extra blanket and pillow before hurrying out to the living room and diving on the couch. He smiled smugly at Bianca over the edge of his blanket, a facial expression that clearly and playfully said, I win.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:02 am
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White Bianca wasn't surprised at his reaction or his words. Actually, it was a bit of a challenge to repress a small laugh a them. Of course, he would insist that he got the couch, no matter how pathetic of an excuse he used. 'I'm the guy' Seriously, did he think that would sway her decision so easily?
She followed him as he walked, personally wanting to get back indoors. It wasn't long til they reached his balcony. Only one problem: They were still on the ground. It wasn't going to be easy for Bianca to get up there. Stetson gestured to her to wait a moment. She watched as he easily made his way up to the balcony, disappearing a moment before tossing a rope ladder over for her to use.
Gingerly, she placed her hand on the rungs, then her feet. She was able to make her way up rather quickly, clinging onto the ladder til she grasped Stetson's hand at the top. Once she was over the rail, he showed her inside. He tried his best to be welcoming, telling her to make herself at home and such. Though, it was all very quick.
She knew why. He was trying to hurry up so that she had no choice but to sleep on his bed. The proof of that was when she went to go to the bathroom to get a wash rag, he went to his room and snagged a pillow and blanket. She came back out in enough time to watch him practically slide into the couch as if it were a base in baseball. That accomplished, he had a smug smile on his face as if he had won.
He was wrong in that matter. If he wasn't going to sleep on his bed, then neither was she. She'd get to that in a minute, though. She took the washrag in hand and went about wiping up the blood that had been spilt before it could completely dry. Next, she went to the door and picked up the thorns and collected them in her hand. Once she threw them away and disposed of the rag in the dirty clothes, she finally went to his room.
Bianca grabbed a blanket and a pillow, much like Stetson had. She made her way back into the bathroom. After wiping the tub dry, she climbed in and got her self situated. Her legs were over the ledge, sticking out. The rest of her was curled up, back resting against the pillow, body covered with the blanket. She might not have gotten the couch, but she still won. Even if she woke up on Stetson's bed, she'd just get up and move to another random spot. She wasn't going to give up that easily.
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:36 am
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
The King watched in interest as Bianca cleaned up the blood that had been spilled in his fight with Andy. None of the blood was Schraeder's, so he didn't really care about it all that much - cleaning services would take care of it by the end of tomorrow if he told them to. Had it been his blood, he would have already cleaned it up by now, but Andy's blood was fine where it was. Still, he shouldn't have made her clean up alone. She was very handy, though. For some reason, he felt himself smiling as he watched her focus on her work, picking up thorns and cleaning up blood. He checked himself; what was this, he was more professional than this. This was just the initial attraction stage, where she would be perfect in his eyes for a while, no matter what. And he knew that. But for now, he was too tired to fight it. He contented himself with watching her clean around the room and thinking about how nice it would be to have her around more. He felt a sense of victory as she went into his room, but his triumph turned to confusion as she took a blanket and pillow and disappeared into the bathroom. After a minute, when she hadn't emerged, he stood and went to see what she was doing. He couldn't contain his laughter when he came into his bathroom to see her in what might be the most uncomfortable sleeping position ever, legs sticking out over the edge and her head lower than her feet. "Come on," he said. "You can't be serious! Just use the bed. I don't see why you're being so stubborn about this. There's an empty bed, just waiting to be used, and you're trying to sleep in my bathtub."
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 9:11 am
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White Bianca had been surprised that he hadn't said anything at all to her while she was cleaning. She thought he would have told her that she didn't have to. It didn't bother her that he hadn't though. She had to take a home economics class, due to her being Snow White and all. The reason being because she had to cook and clean for the seven dwarves. At least she had been used to it before Ever After, with her step mom and all.
So, she cleaned it up real good, and hopefully, since he hadn't said anything, he was about to fall asleep. Or, at least she hoped so while she lay there, back against the back of the tub. It wasn't that uncomfortable. Really, she had slept on worse. She had closed her eyes for only a minute before she heard footsteps. Great, he hadn't been going to sleep.
At his laughter, she opened her eyes, rolling them in the process. There was a small smile on her face. "Yes, I am serious, just trying out sleeping Ke$ha style..." She stated with a smirk while he continued on about how she was being stubborn and such. Well, so was he. "You know, I could say the same about you..." Bianca said while pushing herself up to sit on the ledge of the tub.
"So, you're not sleeping in your bed...Neither am I..." She stated, standing up now, turning to either side and popping her back before covering her mouth to stifle a yawn. An idea flickered to mind in that moment. Without saying another word, she walked past him, out of the bathroom and towards the couch. Pillow and blanket in hand..
This couch had two long cushions instead of three small ones. She pulled those off and arranged them on the floor. Then, she took the other cushions that made up the back of the couch off, also arranging them on the floor. Now, there were two makeshift pallets on the floor. One for each of them. They weren't that close together, and that way they both couldn't argue over who slept where. Without waiting to see if Stetson liked the idea, she picked one and laid down, stuffing her pillow under her head and covering up with the blanket. "Night...Sweet Dreams...." With that, she closed her eyes.
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 11:52 am
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron snorted, a smirk tugging at his lips as she agreed, even though he hadn't really intended for her to reply. He felt her flinch after he pointed out that he wasn't an entire good-for-nothing, pulling away from her in order to give her a proper baffled glance; though he hadn't been entirely serious when he made the statement, he never even considered that she would have such a reaction to it. He raised an eyebrow, parting his lips to question her sanity when she sat up and bid him good night, along with mussing his hair. Again.
Since her back was turned to leave, there was no point in trying to hide his involuntary twitch. He pushed his bangs back in annoyance, regarding her with a haughty glare as she left. He sighed, perplexed. He was supposed to be one who left people in a whirlwind of thought, not her; sleep-deprived or not. He had a reputation to maintain, and he most certainly was not going to be upstaged by little ol' Lili.
Despite convincing himself prior to her leave that he would stay whether she did or not, he had his mind made up; she wasn't going to get away that easily. He had a hunch as to why she was so quick to leave, and intended to act on it, whether it was right or not.
He got to his feet and looked up at the sky one last time. For a brief moment, he wondered if there really was a heaven, or if it was just a widely believed fantasy. He didn't want to think that Skyler's corpse was merely rotting away inside his coffin; he much preferred the idea of him residing in his own little world amongst the clouds, where there was no such thing as pain and devastation.
Then again, he had always been a wishful thinker. He grinned brightly and murmured “'Night, Sky,” under his breath, lingering for only a few seconds more before turning on his heel purposely, opening the door and begun sprinting down the stairs. His eyes adjusted to the darkness immediately, preventing him from taking any unfortunate missteps.
Though he felt it was a bit over the top – even for him - to actually run after her, he didn't have much of a choice. His legs were not made for taking long strides due to his vertically challenged stature, and she'd had too much of a head start for him to leisurely walk after her. Eventually his resounding footsteps met another pair and he made out the silhouette of Lilith's retreating form, pushing his legs a little further to catch up to her.
Once he was at her side he slowed his pace down considerably to match hers, shooting her a grin despite the fact that she probably wouldn't be able to see it.
“I must say, Queenie, I'm rather hurt that you'd abandon me like that, without even a second glance! It's as if you don't even care!” he declared dramatically, though he couldn't help but suspect that it may have been true despite his mocking.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:16 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith managed to get down the stairs without much of an injury. Her hands were scuffed a bit from bracing herself against the wall as she slipped once or twice. No matter, it wasn't a big deal. The stinging didn't distract her from the current goal at hand: Getting back to her room.
It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the dark. So, by the time she exited the stairwell, it took a moment for her to determine which way she should go. To be honest, she hadn't paid much mind to how she had gotten to the roof. Who could blame her, after all, she was being pulled against her will. She quickly made her way down the dark corridors, making her way to her safe haven.
Lil managed to get herself over half way to her room before she heard footsteps behind her. Considering the fact that she didn't hear a voice calling out to her, telling her to stop, she knew it wasn't a member of the faculty. No, it had to be Cameron. She sighed to herself before he could get close enough to hear. He couldn't just let her leave in peace, could he?
It didn't help that she had only barely recovered from her lapse. Lilith would have much rather encountered him once again after a few good hours of sleep. She tried her hardest to refrain from looking hurt when he said it was like she didn't care. She couldn't let him think he was getting to her that way. No, that would be worse for the both of them.
She took a deep breath and bit her lip before responding to his statement. "Cameron...I didn't abandon you...You gave me the okay to go nearly as quick as you got me up there. I was nice, stayed for a chat...Messed up your hair and said goodnight..." She said this all rather quickly, for fear of some unwanted tone inflicting her message.
"If I hadn't appreciated the gesture, I would have turned around and left as soon as you pulled me through the door....Which I did not do..." She added for further clarification. She didn't use the word 'care'. That was a word that she darted around quickly. Lil noticed that her room was coming up soon, just around the corner. "Please, Cam...I'm tired...."
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 1:21 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron caught the repressed expression of hurt that flashed across her face after he made his sarcastic accusation. Realizing that he'd stepped over the line, he backed off a bit, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. He needn't use that tactic to bother her, as it had the potential to produce unintended results; he'd just stick to his good old fashioned sarcasm and avoid speculating about how she felt towards others.
He mentally face palmed himself – repeatedly – at her point, though her words were rushed to the point of her nearly slurring them. He had indeed told her she could turn herself around if she didn't want to stay from the start, and she had been kind enough to stick around for a while and humor him.
“I apologize, your Majesty,” he started, only noticing that he was still using his snarky tone after the words had fled his lips. It was just so natural to be a pretentious dickwad around her, he could hardly tell the difference.
“I mean...sorry, Lili,” he said more earnestly, pushing his fingertips together lightly and looked down at them, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He wasn't ashamed of owning up to his mistakes, he was more so ashamed of the mistake itself. He certainly hoped she could tell he was at least making an effort to be more serious, as much as it pained him to do so. That would be the second time in a single night now, indicating that he was obviously slipping. He'd have to work on that.
“Thanks for staying with me, even though I know you'd rather be sleeping now...” he trailed off, offering a genuine smile to her before looking back down. May as well get all of this 'serious' nonsense out of his system, as he didn't particularly fancy the idea of acting in such a manner often.
“Good night, Queenie,” he grinned and pressed his lips to her cheek; payback for messing up his hair the second time. Revenge was sweet.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and begun walking in the opposite direction, headed to his room. He was surprisingly beat himself, and he doubted it was past two thirty yet. He reached a hand to wipe at his eye blearily, glancing back over his shoulder to ensure that Lilith had made it back to the security of her room before he turned the corner.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 1:44 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith bit her lip as she continued towards her room. Honestly, the quicker she was alone, the better. Nothing against Cameron, though. He was only helping her see where she needed to improve. Also, she didn't want to slip that far while around him. He wouldn't let her forget it if she did. At least that's what she thought.
The tone that he used when he first apologized hadn't bothered her one bit. It showed that he was being himself. Maybe he hadn't noticed. No, there was no way that he didn't notice. Just as there was no way that she didn't notice how his second apology sounded. She looked at him for a moment, and he looked a bit ashamed at how he spoke to her a moment before. Why?
It wasn't like she expected it. Why would he seem upset for being his usual curt self. Was she doing the same thing to him that he was doing to her? Making him slip up? No, impossible. He was messing with her, right? His gratitude showed the opposite. It certainly sounded genuine, and the smile that followed did as well. He looked back down before she could really examine his grin.
Next thing she knew, he had lifted his head back up, bid her goodnight, and kissed her on the cheek. For the second time, she froze. It only lasted until he began to walk off his own way. "Night, Chess..." She said quietly before turning to her door and opening it. It was closed rather quickly behind her, locked as well.
Before she went far, she slipped off her shoes. Once they were neatly placed by the door, she walked over to her bed, turning off the lamp, and climbing underneath her covers. Sliding her glasses off and placing them on the night stand, she closed her eyes and hoped for sleep to come soon. She was trying desperately to ignore the flushed heat that had creeped into her cheeks.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 12:57 am
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin tensed at the sound of another person being around him, but immediately relaxed when he saw it was just Aquila. Oh he wasn't saying that girls couldn't be tough or anything like that...just that most girls didn't do the fighting. Aquila was a pretty cool girl as far as that went. She didn’t sound afraid, but she had the common sense to not start up some kind of fight (something that he wished he had no thanks to Marty).
"Oh hey there." He scratched the back of his head and looked a lot more relaxed. He knew Aquila (at least he knew of her). “Heh, yeah it’s an awesome night. Kinda wanted to go out and do a run or something but I guess it’s just a bit too late to do that now.” He gave her a half smile in return for the conversation starter. “I didn’t think anyone else liked midnight jaunts outside.” Martin loved the forest at night. Maybe it really was just the beast in him, but he usually took the time to transform and enjoy the heightened sounds and sights. It made him feel free.
He looked at Aquila again, this time to analyze her. He didn’t really have a class with her so he didn’t know her except for that single moment Marty had earlier. She was certainly pretty and she had been nice to Marty earlier; that earned her bonus points. Aquila didn’t act like she was afraid of him (he was pretty sure the two of them knew he could take her on), but she didn’t purposely try to goad him into anything – awesome. No need to get angry. She certainly didn’t have that stupid sense of pride that Polly had.
He twitched his head to the side to look down a hall – he thought he heard someone laugh. No one else was around though…could it have been Marty? “Uh sorry, thought I heard something.” If Marty was reaching out to him now, things were gonna get ugly in his (their?) head. Or maybe he was just going crazier. Or maybe he was just tired. Stupid Marty. Why couldn’t the timid boy make up his (their) mind on wanting to know the truth of his blackouts?
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 1:32 am
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oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra raised an eyebrow and replied, "I never said you weren't." She wasn't sure why Polly felt the need to say that, but maybe something in her facial expressions said it.
When she heard the anger in Pan's voice, her eyes darkened into a forest green while her face became emotionless. "I would prefer to hear your side of the story." She did not miss the smirk on Pan's face as he traded looks with Andee. Oh no. The Wicked Queen did not like what that expression implied. "I hope that you can put aside your anger over this and let it go. I believe any further attempt to fight would end poorly." Pan would get him/herself killed if the little brat thought he/she could take on a Beast. She wasn't sure she would be fast enough this time to catch a blow from Martin. The Queen wasn't sure even Andee would be able to stop an enraged Martin.
She didn't want to tell Pan anything, but she had to try for Martin's sake. "Food for thought: everyone has a reason for behaving the way they do. What do you imagine could cause him to face everything so defensively?" Sierra had no idea what Marty faced in his past that made him split his mind in two, but she knew it must have been horrible. Perhaps if Polly attempted to view it from Martin's perspective, he/she would understand enough to drop any revenge plans. "I certainly understand that your anger is justifiable. I would be enraged as well. However, did you stop to think about his perspective?"
Sierra truly believed Martin was cruel to cause such pain in an innocent person. However, she also understood that he must have felt he had a reason for it. If Polly threatened him, then Martin would have done anything to defend himself. She found it sad that he knew no other way to communicate his anger, but nothing would be resolved until Marty matured a bit more. She was going to have to find a way to slowly make him realize what his odd sleep schedule meant. Perhaps she could work it in when she told Marty what happened to Pan (she would not let the poor boy face an angry teen without knowing why he was suddenly being picked on).
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 2:55 pm
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ ℬ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ  ..:тнe ɴιɢнтιɴɢαʟe:.. As the tall male turned around and revealed himself to be someone she knew, if only by face and name, a smile creased her generous lips in greeting. His name passing from her mind to the air a indication that his presence was welcome, though unexpected, “Marty.”
From what she knew about him, the most barest of facts, he was somewhat shy and quiet. He had friends, though they seemed somewhat few in number and only totaled to three. Or at as far as she knew. And a strange mix bag of friends they were in any case. To be honest she couldn’t understand why he didn’t have more. He seemed like a nice guy once you really started a conversation with him. Or at least she would think him to be. And the relaxed ease he fell into as the conversation continued, once idle and now with more depth, only seemed to strengthen the thought within her mind.
“Its less like and more like love.” She said as she fell into a relaxed stance of her own and her hand gesturing into a light wave as she explained, “ Actually I prefer the moon and the stars to sun and heat. Its…”
As she tried to find the right word to really describe how she felt every time she came outside to view the evening tones her hand came to rest briefly on her hip tapping a rhythm, her heeled foot following suit. Before both stopped abruptly as she latched onto what she was going to say, “The world seems more interesting at night, more vast and mysterious. There’s just something so different about it. Just something…that can not be truly described.”
As she said this her smile turned slightly sheepish. She had a habit of waxing poetic when it came to something she enjoyed. It was only pure force of will that stopped her in time before she really got started. Before she could say anything else she was interrupted by the boy turning around to survey the hall. In response Aquila bent slightly to see around the other, but finding nothing she stood upright again a single brow raised in question before it fell again. A small smile creasing her lips as the other apologized, “Its no problem. You’re probably just tired. It has been a long day.”
“And I must be keeping you with my chatter.”
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