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 Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 3:35 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Pol's cheeks reddened, he was getting so angry it was like he might explode at any moment. Sierra wanted to hear his side of the story?... Sure! Oh, he'd tell her. The little orange haired child did a little jump step back, folding his legs under him as he did. It was a move he had perfected after months of practice. the boy floated down on top of the couch that had been behind him and he looked to Sierra.
"Here's what happened then... I was walking to dinner, a little preoccupied, and I wasn't paying attention and I accidentally walked into... Him. I apologized for my mistake and the a** started making fun of me, saying I was... well, he was saying that I wasn't very manly, and why was I even trying? and he was just being an all around d**k, then he threatened me!"
Peter looked down at the ground and clenched his good hand into a fist. he didn't take threats well, he didn't take anything well lately. the kid swallowed hard and looked back up at Sierra taking a breath to choose his words carefully. If he lost all of her friendship he would be screwed.
"So, He walked away and When I got though the dinner line, I saw him and I was still pissed so I approached the guy, sat across the table from him and told him what I thought. I leaned forward a little and the next thing I knew he grabbed me and tried to throw me! I caught myself and got up... Now, I couldn't just let someone think they could man handle me like that so I tried to throw a punch... He caught it and pulled my arm out of it's place...."
Peters eyes were red and he looked like talking about it made him a bit upset. He was embarrassed that he could be beaten so easily and that he was so weak compared to the man. It was like Marty had stolen his pride, his self worth and his dignity.
"It was like it was his first thought, just... Pull my arm off. Right there in front of everybody... I- He's a monster. He's a monster and I'm going to make him pay."
Pan felt the tears sting his eyes and he blinked, trying to hold back the water works. His arm was still throbbing and he could have dissolved right there and then, but he didn't!.
"Bianca relocated my arm and I left... Everyone saw it, Everyone."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 7:17 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra waited until Pan finished his tale. She patiently watched Pan though her blank expression never left. "Now just to be sure I understand correctly, he threatened and annoyed you. Instead of keeping away, you approached him in the cafeteria. You leaned in and he attempted to create space between you two in a violent manner." Well that explained what got him in the fighting mood. While Martin was a very touchy person, he was always wary of anything he deemed as a threatening move. Leaning in must have set off his defense mechanism.
"Though he pushed you away, you attempted to punch him. Therefore, he retaliated to your punch." Call Martin what you will, but he certainly made sure that Pol couldn't retaliate any further that night. He'd effectively shut Pan down. However, by doing that, it seemed he took more from Pan than anyone had realized. "I see. He responded to a threat and that makes him a monster." She paused to watch Pan try to keep from crying. "From what you're telling me, it sounded like he tried to keep away from you. When he couldn't get away, he responded in a hurtful manner."
She frowned slightly. "After comparing the two stories, it sounds like it was based on a series of misunderstandings." Sierra tilted her head slightly. "Martin told me he remembered you as the female who played Pan. He told me he wasn't trying to insult you, he was merely curious. Unfortunately, it was in an annoyingly hurtful manner." The Queen opened the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of aspirin. She took a tablet for herself before setting the bottle in plain sight. "I think you will find yourself with a lot more respect as a person from the student body due to this situation. People tend to respect those who face adversity with a brave face. It does not matter who won or lost, the fact that you got up and kept going will bring admirers to you." She gave a Pan a serious stare. "However, that respect will disappear if you attempt any revenge. You would no longer be the underdog who lived to tell the tale - you would become a whiny sore loser." It was blunt, but it would get the job done. Pan cared so much for his image, that Sierra was positive he would listen to this line of thinking. What was better, to be respected or to be a sore loser?
"Pride is not always a good thing to have." That was a lesson Sierra needed to learn herself. "Please have some aspirin. It's sure to help with the pain."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 7:43 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin's smile twitched when he was called Marty. Yeah. Sure he was Marty - he was only a part of the boy people knew as Marty. His smile grew again when he heard her say how much she liked the night life. "Dude, I know what you mean." When she mentioned how tired he was, he shrugged. "I don't get much sleep...but you're probably right 'bout the whole tired thing." He started to walk past her before he jokingly (and extremely lightly hit her shoulder. "You're a cool chick. But don't think I didn't catch that weak smile."
...that was probably a little mean. He quickly backtracked, "I mean, it's awesome that you know whatcha like so...you know, don't get embarrassed over it. Anyway, I'mma hit the sack. See ya." Okay. That sounded better. He gave a two fingered salute before heading back to his dorm.
He did the usual night rituals and was ready to flop on his bed and sleep when something stopped him. He grabbed a piece of paper and pen and wrote down a short little message.
Talk to Sierra about last night. It's important.
Was this stupid? Hell to the yes. But Sierra would tell him about Pan. Marty would probably also be able to get the shoe plan out of her so that they could help Andee in her quest. And who knew. Maybe he would start leaving more messages around if it would get Marty to freaking think instead of run away (probably not but worth a try). He set down the paper and put the pen back in place.
He hated this next part. He hated falling asleep. It meant going back to that little black space with a widescreen movie playing through Marty's eyes. It meant leaving behind any sense of control he'd gotten used to on the outside...but the kid needed sleep and so he would do it. For Marty's sake. Because everything was always for Marty's sake.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:16 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Great... Of course Sierra would be on Marty's side. Pol could feel the blame being put on himself... Or at least he thought that's how it was. No one should be able to dislocate someone's arm and just walk away. But to Pol it seemed like Sierra had forgiven Martin of everything and was placing the whole situation on him... When he was asked to take some aspirin he shook his head and looked to Sierra.
"No, thanks. My arm isn't hurting. I don't need any."
That was a bold faced lie, but Peter didn't want his arm to stop hurting... he wanted to remember what had happened... He wanted to use that pain to fuel his revenge. And oh the revenge he would have... He would teach that monster to put a hand on him! Once his arm healed he'd...He'd... follow the man and wait until he was alone during the afternoon... then when he wasn't near anyone else, Peter would drop down on him from above, dagger in hand. He could cut off the boy's ear, or maybe the tip of his nose...
"Can't say that I will not say that I'll forgive him in the near future... If someone tried to tear your arm off would you forgive them?!"
No, of course not. No one would. Pan especially... If anyone could hold a grudge he could. The kid got up and took a breath, he was tired and needed to get some sleep. Looking to both of the women in the room the boy spoke one last time.
"I've got to get some sleep, good night ladies."
The boy turned and made his way out into the hall. He was soon back in his room, holding his arm tightly to his body and breathing deeply though clenched teeth. It was incredibly painful, and he was having a hard time keeping it together.
The door was closed behind him and the lights were turned down, Pan laid down on his bed still dressed and closed his eyes. Hopefully sleep would find him soon and he wouldn't be up all night with this pain stabbing though his body. It was a half hour before the kid really did fall asleep, laying on his back, a thin sheet covering his body.
Pan dreamed about having his arm set of fire and having to cut it off to save himself. It was a horrible dream and left him with a horrible night's sleep.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:16 pm
You’re so fine
I want you mine
You’re so delicious
I think about you
All the time
You're so addictive
Don’t you know
What I can do
To make you feel alright
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee rolled her eyes at Polly when she said that she had been using her brain. As if! If she had, she wouldn't have gotten herself in that situation. Honestly, Peter Pan didn't have a sense of self preservation. None what so ever. She sighed as the girl went on, alarm coming to her eyes when she saw that familiar smirk.
Tink noticed that Sierra was trying to get Pan to see reason. Andee knew it was no use. Polly had such a thick skull that the advice would never sink in. In one ear and out the other. It was beginning to get too tempting to shake some sense into Pan. However, Sierra's reasoning got Andee thinking. It certainly seemed as if she knew something about Martin that others did not.
What? Andee had no clue. However, she stored the insight in the back of her mind, it might come in handy. Of course, hearing the two sides of the story did seem to put Polly to blame, and that didn't bother Andee. No, what bothered Andee was the way Pan was going about the whole thing. Plus, picking a fight with someone bigger than you usually ended with you coming out worse for wear. It was to be expected.
Andee flinched. Monster? During the brief time that she had spoken with Martin, he didn't seem like a monster. The fact that Polly called him such made Andee upset. If he was such a monster, why would he have asked her to try and persuade Polly to give up the revenge? He didn't want a fight. Even though he knew he could win easily.
No, 'monster's' invited the fight into their lives, they loved the fight, and they loved inflicting pain. None of those things radiated from Martin. Now, Polly was being just plain stupid. No, Polly wouldn't have a chance for revenge if Andee had any say in the matter (which she didn't, but she could do her damnest to prevent it)
She listened to Sierra speak once again. More insight to Martin. Yes, Sierra definitely knew something about him that wasn't public. Now, Andee might be blonde, but she wasn't stupid. She was scatterbrained. There was a difference. However, if there was something that Sierra knew that she didn't, she wouldn't beg for the details. It wasn't her place to ask for that. IF Martin ever wanted her to know, if there was even anything, he would tell her in his own due time.
Ah, aspirin. Polly wouldn't take it. Stupid git. Before too long, Polly left them. Andee hadn't realized that she had been gripping the edge of the chair rather tightly. She let go and flexed her hands, popping the knuckles. "I honestly wish there was a way to knock some sense into Pan...." At this point, Andee was about ready to give up on the whole 'stop the shot's' plan that her and Sierra had.
"Though, I expected as much, calling Martin a Monster was wrong..." She trailed off, voicing her opinion. "So, do we abandon helping her or not?" She'd leave that decision up to Sierra. Honestly, she knew her face was red with frustration, and she was pretty sure she'd abandon it just to spite Pan. Why help someone who wasn't willing to help themselves or, in Polly's case, save herself.
Don’t pretend
I think you know
I’m damn precious
And hell yeah
I’m the mother ******** princess
I can tell you like me too
And you know I’m right
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:24 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l
Sierra wanted to say how she got hit so hard, she almost hit the wall from one of Martin's punches. His punch was so hard, she'd had to wear stage makeup on half of her face for a week and if she'd so much as blinked, she felt excruciating pain. And that yes, she'd forgiven him for it. But it wasn't any of Polly's business. Then Pan refused the aspirin and left. Sierra felt a little sad (and annoyed) that Polly would ignore her own pain like that.
Then again, wasn't Sierra doing the exact same thing?
Because she was always good at ignoring certain aspects about herself, she sighed and looked at the quiet Andee. "I suppose she feels I am on Martin's side of the situation." She hadn't meant to sound like she had already chosen sides. Truth was, she already had chosen Martin's side, if that meant she was preventing Polly from getting herself killed. Sierra believed the two idiots were at equal fault, but even if she'd said that, Polly would have taken it to mean she was on Martin's side.
"I am sorry," she told the fairy, "that you have to deal with that." If Andee had to deal with that selfish hothead everyday, she was more a saint in disguise than Sierra previously thought. Perhaps Andee was to Polly what Sierra was to Martin. They both protected their hotheads and tried to reason with them. If that failed, then they tried to clean up the situation as best they could. Best not to say it out loud or else suffer the wrath of both Polly and Martin if they ever discovered that comparison. "To be perfectly frank, I'm angry enough to drop any plan to help her. She insulted me earlier today despite my attempt to help and she insulted my friend in my room." She added, "the only way she could have gotten me angrier was if she attempted to insult you." It was not a lie. Tinkerbell was so willing to help out a friend that she was prepared to do anything - blackmail, bribe, fraternize with an enemy...it made the Queen curious how far the fairy's limits were. Sierra had Martin and Marcel as her friends, and she never took them for granted. If Polly had done something as stupid as that...any respect she had for the eternal child would have evaporated.
"However, we are thinking with our emotions and not with clear heads. I believe it's time to sleep. It's quite late." She tried to smile at the girl though it came off as more a grimace. She took another aspirin before wishing the younger girl goodnight. "We'll talk more tomorrow and we will decide then whether to continue or not."
Once the blond had left, Sierra chose to forget about her nightly regiment and simply fell into a deep sleep. She dreamt of nothing that night. It was perhaps the first time she'd had a restful sleep.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 10:06 pm
You’re so fine
I want you mine
You’re so delicious
I think about you
All the time
You're so addictive
Don’t you know
What I can do
To make you feel alright
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee raised an eyebrow as Sierra apologized. There was no need for her to do so. It wasn't Sierra's fault that she was stuck with the lad. "Don't apologize, Sierra....For the most part, I'm used to it..." Not Sierra's fault at all. No, that was just fate playing a joke on her. One that would last awhile. Sure, Andee cared for Pan, but sometimes she could be unbearable. Why else would Tink become so emotional. Well, that wasn't entirely the excuse, but it added to the whole issue.
Honestly, acting helped her from going insane sometimes. She was able to redirect her emotions to put on another facade. Finally! Someone who got as irritated by Polly as she did! However, Sierra did have a point, they were thinking with their emotions and not with their heads. As if on cue, Andee yawned a little when Sierra mentioned sleep. Yeah, containing emotions could drain you, and no one tested her as badly as her fairy tale counterpart.
Andee stood up and stretched before nodding at Sierra. Yes, the could talk tomorrow, it was pretty late. "See you later, Sierra..." She stated with a small smile before exiting the room, bag over her shoulder. She made her way towards her room, and before too long, she spotted a figure. Huh? That silhouette looked familiar. Definitely one she'd seen plenty of times before. She lifted her feet off the ground and half tackled the figure from in the air. Well, only a few inches.
"Cam!" She said excitedly in a quiet tone. She knew that the Cheshire Cat would hear her. She smiled, somewhat clinging to his back, though supporting herself with her flying ability.
Don’t pretend
I think you know
I’m damn precious
And hell yeah
I’m the mother ******** princess
I can tell you like me too
And you know I’m right
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:18 am
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron nearly fell over from the sudden impact, stiffening from the abrupt panic that overcame him. Who the hell was out stalking people in the dorms at this hour? Other than himself, of course, but surely chasing after Lilith couldn't be considered stalking. It would have been rude to leave a lady to walk back alone at this time of night.
Seeing as how he couldn't recall saying or doing anything ill-mannered to anyone as of late – especially those of whom resided in the red dorm -, he decidedly crossed off the possibility that whomever may have latched onto him wasn't here to cause him harm. Though, it could always be a teacher, or, even worse, a security guard here not only to reprimand him for being out after curfew but also for being in the girl's dorm. He shuddered at the thought; it would be unfortunate if that were the case.
He regained his footing and sighed in disdain before he turned to face his perpetrator. May as well get this over with - his uncharacteristic sleepiness was not going to help in the matter whatsoever. If he fell asleep while he was dragged away to the office they'd probably wake him up and lecture him about how if he hadn't been wandering around so late, he could have been tucked away in the safety of his bed. A thought of disappearing and slipping out of their grip passed through his mind, but that would only rack up his list of offenses.
Upon the realization that the person clinging to him was his favorite Blondie, his anxiety and drowsiness was immediately forgotten. He grinned widely and craned his neck to kiss her on her lips; he was far less hesitant with Tinkerbell than the Red Queen, but it was only a matter of time before he changed that. “Evenin', Andee,”
They had only met last year seeing as how she was an underclassmen - as was Lilith - but he was as fond of her as if they'd known each other their entire lives. Though he couldn't say the same for the Queen, Andee didn't have a wall to break down as she did. But it was just as well – all walls erode away eventually.
“Isn't it past your bedtime, Missy?” he teased lightly. He found it odd for her to be up so late.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:49 am
You’re so fine
I want you mine
You’re so delicious
I think about you
All the time
You're so addictive
Don’t you know
What I can do
To make you feel alright
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee wasn't surprised at the fact that Cam had just kissed her. It was usual for him, and it no longer shocked her. Besides, it was just a kiss. He was her bestest friend, even though that isn't really a word. Sure, Jenna was her best friend, but Cameron was a step beyond that. The two of them really clicked.
He was the one person she knew she could be all crazy around and he would join her in an instant. It was so awesome to have someone so theatrical as herself to hang out with. "Past my bedtime...Maybe...Though, I just remembered that I took a nap earlier, so I'm good...." She explained before sticking her tongue out at him.
"I could ask the same about you, however, you are nocturnal...." She trailed off, referring to the fact that he was the Cheshire Cat. She let go of him and lowered herself to the ground. Cameron might be short for a guy, but Andee would always be shorter, by a good four or five inches. So, now she was looking up at him with a bright smile on her face.
"So, whatcha roaming about for?" She asked curiously. Knowing him, he was out causing drama. After all, it's what their neutral characters did. Hmm, drama. That got Andee thinking. Her eyes widened with excitement. "Hold that thought....I just realized that there hasn't been a decent party this year......And, It's about time...Don't you think?"
Andee trailed off, letting him muse over the idea for a moment. If anyone could throw a good party, it would be the two of them. She had the perfect locale too. Years ago, the lost boys built a hangout in the woods. It was well hidden, and each round of characters that came through added something to it. Usually only the Neverland characters were allowed the privilege of knowing where it was and using it.
It would be the absolute perfect spot. "Wanna co-host? We'd throw a totally awesome party..." No going back now, her mind was made up. It might take a good week to organize everything, but it was possible. The guest list was already starting to form in her head.
Don’t pretend
I think you know
I’m damn precious
And hell yeah
I’m the mother ******** princess
I can tell you like me too
And you know I’m right
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 1:09 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron grinned as he pulled away, well aware that Andee wouldn't flip out at his public display of affection, of which he was a repeat offender. She was his his favorite, after all. She had probably realized that it was in her best interest to adapt to his loving tendencies, and he would most certainly take advantage of that.
“Whatever ya say, Tink,” he shrugged, his grin still plastered across his lips. “As long as you don't leave me all by my lonesome in drama class because you were too busy breaking the school's rules,” he scoffed and smirked derisively as she stuck her tongue out. “That's rather attractive, babe. Better hope it doesn't freeze that way,” he chided in amusement. “It would throw your acting career into jeopardy.”
He watched as she lowered herself to the ground to the point in which he had to look down at her. It was nice to have someone even shorter than himself around, rather than being humbled by yet another freakishly tall character. He supposed that the mix of alcohol and various drugs he had consumed back prior to enrolling in to the Academy had helped severely stunt his growth, and threw his chances of ever getting even a few inches taller screaming out a window. Tragic as it was, he wasn't particularly devastated about it. He'd much prefer being a short stack than awkwardly lanky.
“Well, I had my heart on sleeping with Queenie tonight,” he started, smirking at the implications that it entailed, “but, as fate would have it, she kicked me out.” He sighed dismally. “I guess I'm just not good enough for her,” he wiped away an imaginary tear, clenching his shirt over his heart.
“I was about to go jump off a building to save myself from this dreadful heartache, but I suppose that will have to wait.” His words were heavily laced with sarcasm and he dropped his arms back to his side and shrugged again with a grin.
He arched an eyebrow as her eyes widened. That more often than not meant she'd just had a brilliant idea, and his hunch held true, as they usually do. A party, huh? He smirked – it would be entertaining, to say the least, seeing as how nearly everyone that were surely to be invited had a problem with someone else.
“I'd love to,” he purred with a mischievous grin. He wouldn't miss the drama that would inevitably ensue for the world.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 2:58 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  By the time Marcel made it back to his dorm room and became truly settled, or as settled as could be considering his trouble with sleeping, Marcel had already gone through the lingering half of his cancerous stick and was starting on another as he leaned on the stone railings of his balcony.
The moon was high, the wind was cool and refreshing. The perfect setting for a night of rest. And yet…he couldn’t sleep. He could feel heaviness lingering in his bones, calling him to the pillowed surface of his mattress. But he just…couldn’t give in to it. His dorm room was a place of both unease and comfort to him. A place of solitude that he eagerly took advantage of when the crowds of the school became too much. But sometimes it was more prison than sanctuary. It was too small in the room, or it seemed to be in his mind, a box made even smaller by somewhat useless furnishings. He knew the word for this feeling. It was obvious that it was some kind of claustrophobia or a ailment close to it. But he refused to give it a name. Refused to dignify the small laden fear with his acknowledgment. There was no point in doing so and definitely no point in lingering on it when he knew the cause. He would be fine. His cigars would be his comfort, a medicinal drug that calmed his nerves.
He didn’t have to be told that what he did was bad for his health. Or that he should quit considering the tar heavy sticks had probably made his lungs into black raisins by now. But he found that once the habit had started…he couldn’t stop. There was something about the vanilla smokes that tickled at a memory at the back of his mind. Someone obviously older…someone that he possibly knew.
When he paused to consider it deeply he sometimes thought that the man could be his father. The lighter that he had the habit of using belonged to his father, or at least that’s what they told him as he left the orphanage. So he must have been a smoker. Whether chronic or otherwise. It would make sense considering the no one without a sense of habit would own something like a silver engraved lighter. But there were other times when the memory just didn’t fit for him. Times when he had to consider the harsh reality that he just didn’t know anything about him. Or anything about his mother besides the fact that he had apparently inherited his grey eyes from her . And that besides the vague flashes of smells and color of distant remembrance he didn‘t even know their face. That person could be anyone. Or better yet something his mind created to fill the void in his mind. And lingering on something that had the good chance of being a phantom…was setting up for destruction. A path that he was already toeing the line of as it was right now.
He couldn’t let something like that effect him. Its what made people weak, vulnerable. Besides…he had something else to focus on right now. The present, now a vague thought from the past. He would find his bed in time. But right now…he just wanted to linger under the stars.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:08 pm
See, I know she loves you
I understand
I probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man
Maybe next lifetime
Possibly
Until then old friend
Your secret is safe with me
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee sighed and rolled her eyes at him. Like he had any right to lecture her about breaking the school rules. She knew that he spent most nights roaming about. "I wouldn't miss drama class....You know that, Cam..." She loved that class too much to not show up. Even if she was dead tired, she'd be all energized in Drama class.
Come on, now, that saying was so kindergarten, and Cameron knew it. "I work the muscles too much for them to get stuck...So there." She retorted with a smirk. She stifled a yawn. Well, she couldn't stay out long. Good thing her room was only two doors over.
Queenie? Ah, that's right, it was Lilith he was talking about. More specifically, The Red Queen. He wanted to sleep with her? Probably not in the context he was portraying it to be. Andee was a bit confused as to why he felt the need to hang out with Lilith that much. She just seemed so...so..uptight. Cam was the essential opposite. Well, you know what they say, opposites attract. "Eh, you're good enough...she just doesn't see it, or doesn't acknowledge it..." Andee stated.
True, she may be wrong on that fact, but that was alright. At his next comment, Andee refrained from laughing. Yeah, she could totally tell that he was exaggerating. After all, she did the same thing. She reached out and tickled his sides. It was only to 'cheer' him up. "Well, you're Mister Love Exists....you won't give up that easily on a girl if you liked her...."
Andee knew it! He would love to be her co-host. "Sweet! Start thinkin up your guest list. We can meet tomorrow during lunch and discuss it some more. As for me, I need to go get some sleep..." She wrapped her arm around his waist and walked the short distance to her room. "I will see you tomorrow...For, I would suggest a sleep over, but then neither of us would get the needed sleep for our precious drama class tomorrow...and that would be horrid!" She explained.
Also, she didn't want people to think that there was something going on between the two. No, she wanted to appear very single at the moment.
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:08 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Nothing had been satisfactory about the night of sleep Pol had gotten... He woke up around six in the morning a horrible taste in his mouth and pain radiating though his body from his shoulder. The kid dragged him self to the shower and proceeded to gingerly wash his misshapen and beaten body under the hot stream of water. Once finished he wrapped a town around himself and pulled on his binder. Once the boobs were out of sight and Pan's pants were on he thought about what he needed to do today... Get Ayden to fix him up again.
The kid pulled on a T-shirt and sneakers before making his way over to the boy's dorms and waking up Ayden, forcing him to give up his make up talents and another dress shirt. When the kid left he looked a lot more believable then when he entered.
The cafeteria was literally empty of all students when Pol got there. He walked up to the lunch line and requested that he have eggs for breakfast, eggs and toast. the woman behind the counter filled a plate and put it on Pol's tray. The kid walked over to one of many of the empty tables that was near the edge of the room, near the window. He sat down, his back to the door.
The food was good and he ate quickly, avoiding moving his bad arm at all costs, it hung limply at his side today. The kid winced every-time he moved or jostled it... This was not going to be fun if the pain kept up. He should have taken some of Sierra's painkillers, but NO! No, he was fine, it didn't hurt it was all in his head...
"Stupid, idiot, meat head...."
Peter eat his breakfast in peace and sipped his coffee carefully to avoid burning his tongue. The hotter the coffee the better, even if it was a hazard.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 6:23 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron had made his way back to his room after he had dropped Andee off at hers, kissing her goodnight with a smirk. He knew that she was trying to make herself look as available as possible and wouldn't want him to get in the way. Though, as to who she was trying to appear single to, he couldn't say. Whoever it was didn't really make a difference to him, and he wasn't one to poke around in the affairs of others love life’s. However, he would intervene if this certain someone was say...Andy. Hard as he may try to not hold prejudices against anybody, he knew damn well the Arabian boy was most certainly not an innocent and he wasn't going to let him fool around with his Andee.
He walked through his doorway and heaved a loud sigh, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door behind him with his foot, collapsing on his bed. He glanced at his alarm clock from the corner of his eyes, curling up against his pillows. He had never been this tired before at only three; though, he supposed it had been a long night. He couldn't even be bothered with reading a few chapters of the current novel he was reading, leaving it discarded on the floor along with his pile of other various books. He made a note to tidy up a bit as his eyes slipped shut, but that was about as likely as getting his bangs trimmed.
Sunlight filtered into his room from his window, which he had neglected to heavily drape before he fell asleep to avoid this problem. His eyes cracked open a bit before snapping back shut, burying his face into the crook of his arm. He could have sworn he'd only been asleep for a few minutes, but the light that had so rudely offended his vision evidenced otherwise, much to his chagrin. He shielded his eyes with his hand, peeking out at his clock. Almost eight. He muttered something unintelligible to himself, propping himself up on his arms. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he sat up slowly, stretching his arms above his head and yawned.
He looked down at himself, realizing that he hadn't bothered to change out his clothes from the previous day. He hopped out of his bed, treading slowly to his bathroom to take a shower in an attempt at waking himself up further.
After he was satisfied with his hygiene, he paraded about his room in his boxers in search of his blow dryer. He'd hardly ever used it, seeing as how he had a habit of taking a shower before he went to bed. His hair dried by morning, so there was no need for it. However, he'd failed to accomplish that the night before, and as much as he didn't care about his hair, he was not going out looking like a drowned rat. He pulled away victorious from a pile of clothes it had been buried under with a grin, his mental note he'd made about cleaning his room nagging at him. He brushed it off and plugged it in, drying off his hair until it was adequate, running his fingers through it.
He flipped the switch off and turned to his closet, plucking off the first flannel shirt and pair of skinny jeans he found from the rack. He threw them on and opened his door as he slipped his feet into his shoes, shutting it behind him and sauntered down the hallway with a impish grin spread across his lips.
He took the route he had taken last night to get to Lilith's balcony. He had heard the click of her door's lock before he left her last night, so going that way would be a waste of his time. He pulled himself up onto her balcony and sat on the railing, sliding her door open with his foot. He hopped down and walked into her room, taking care to shut the door quietly, approaching her silently, his grin growing the closer he got. Oh, she was going to kill him, but it would be worth it.
He crawled onto her bed, inching towards her so as to not rouse her before he was in position. He lowered half of himself on top of her, his face inches away from hers.
“Morning, Queenie!” he announced none too quietly with a broad mischievous grin.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 6:26 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sleeping was not the problem for Sierra - it was getting up. She stretched her arms as she slowly came to conscious and attempted to stretch her feet before letting out a small cry. The previous day's pain quickly returned to Sierra and she immediately stopped moving her feet. "Good morning pain. How are you today?" She quickly sat on the edge of the bed to grab her bottle of aspirin. Sierra gulped down two pills before starting to unbind her feet. She grimaced at the sight, but didn't falter until the bandages were completely removed.
Well...at least she didn't have to dance today. It took her a good five minutes to work up the courage to walk to the bathroom. From there, she plopped down on the ground with a first aid kit beside her. She cleaned her feet and slathered more cream on them before wrapping them in fresh bandages. It sickened her to look at them...but there was nothing to be done about it now. She would ignore the injuries as much as she could.
Of course that didn't mean she planned on wearing heals. Instead, she chose to wear a long skirt and an elbow length forest green shirt. She left her hair loose and wore a light amount of makeup. Sierra had actually forgotten she owned that skirt, but it helped hide her feet. She would not be wearing shoes today at all.
By the time she managed to get down to the cafeteria (cane in hand), there were quite a few people already eating. She grabbed a tray of oatmeal and a steaming hot cup of coffee. Sierra chose to sit by herself beside a wall but close to the exit...it was going to be hard enough to get through class. She didn't need to make it any harder by forcing herself to take more steps.
And of course, she hadn't felt the need to sit with Pan. Last night annoyed her too much to purposely sit with the confused teen. She wouldn't deny any company, but Sierra would be snappy if Pan attempted to threaten Martin in her company again.
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