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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 7:01 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 had eventually fallen asleep. It nearly always taken her between thirty minutes and a few hours to slip into unconsciousness. It was probably due to the fact that her brain continued to work after she closed her eyes, and it was usually extremely infuriating. If only she could just turn it off with a flick of a switch, things would be easier.
Also, she'd be lucky if she managed to remain asleep for the whole night. She wasn't this time. She had opened her eyes in the middle of the night to see the time 5:37 in red shining from her alarm clock. With a groan she had rolled over to try and go back to sleep. So, she was hoping to catch as many z's as she could before she woke up.
She was sleeping deeply by the time Cameron slipped into her room once again. Suddenly, she heard a loud voice, and felt a weight upon her. Her eyes instantly flew open and she jumped. "Oww...." She said moments after her head collided with Cameron's. Her face turned red, but not due to embarrassment. "DAMN IT CAM!" She yelled, shoving him off of her.
Lil was enough of a klutz as it was, she didn't need Cameron's help getting hurt. At this point, she didn't care if she had knocked him off her bed, she was too frustrated. She had been sleeping so good, and still had another ten minutes or so until her alarm was due to ring. She clambered out of bed, making sure to turn off the alarm.
"Agh! Why do you have to be so infuriating?" She asked, not even looking at him. No, might as well start getting ready. Lil nearly stomped over to her dresser, getting her clothes for the day out. Once she had a pile assembled in one arm, she headed to the bathroom.
Great, she had a headache. What a way to start out the day. She locked the door behind her, not wanting Cam to try and play another joke on her. Fifteen minutes later, she was out and dressed. Lil was wearing a red t-shirt, which she hadn't really looked at when she grabbed it. Also, a pair of black skinny jeans.
Lil came out of the bathroom, not sure if Cam was still there. Her hair was damp, and would remain so. She didn't like blow drying it, for it just became a big poofy mess. She realized that she wasn't wearing her glasses yet. Oh well, she'd get those in a minute. First, she had to look around to see if Cameron left or not...
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: Mon Mar 07, 2011 7:22 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan woke up tangled in his blanket, his heart beat at an alarming rate and his breath didn't seem to satisfy his lungs. The boy battled his blanket until...Boom. He hit the bedroom floor beside his bed. The blanket was off and he was as awake as he would ever be. The ginger flailed his arms up towards his bedside table and found his inhaler. After a few puffs he was able to breath and basically back to normal.
The kid got dressed in jeans and a geeks gray T shirt, It had a scientific sketch of a giant squid on the front. Very hip... Once his teeth were brushed and his shoes on his feet he trudged down to the cafeteria... He wanted to get there early so that he could grab Sierra something before he went to check on and and help her with her feet.
But surprise surprise... She was sitting near the door already eating. Ryan felt a pang of guilt that she had to walk all the way down here alone and he hurried though the line, getting frosted flakes cereal and an orange.
The redhead set down his tray across the table from the girl and sat down carefully so that he wouldn't accidentally bump her toes. She looked nice in a skirt with her hair down, not that he cared if she was dressed differently, She could dress how ever she wanted... But she did look rather pretty this morning.
"Good morning Sierra. How are you feeling? I'm sorry I didn't wake up earlier, I had hoped to bring you breakfast... But when I got here you were already... well. Not that I don't think you can take care of yourself, because you are a very strong and clever girl."
He was getting a bit ahead of himself and his cheeks were flushed from embarrassment. He always did this! Why couldn't he be the sweet quiet thinking type! Instead he had to open his mouth and make girls hate him. Not that he was trying to get girls to like him! Well, he was trying to get girls to like him but not to much, not like Tha-at. No, he was trying to...
Ryan looked down at her cereal and took a sip of his milk, getting some on his upper lip. He knew that none would get in his mustache because he had no mustache and no real ability to grow one... Ryan had never had much facial hair at all... much hair at all, well except on the top of his head. He wasn't a very hairy guy.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 7:45 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾  Roxy had left Randy after dinner. He had some favors to go do, and besides, she was still a bit frustrated at the task he had given her. She had went back to her dorm and taken a shower. She only realized how tired she was when she laid down in bed. It hadn't been long before she was off in a deep sleep.
Her alarm clock woke her up at around 7:50. After stretching and getting dressed, she proceeded to plug up her straightener. Her hair was a bit of a mess since she went to bed without brushing it. While the straightener was heating up, she took a brush to the tangled ginger mass. Roxy wasn't tender headed, so she pulled right through the knots.
Once the de-tangling process was done, it only took about twenty minutes for her to straighten her hair perfectly. Roxy applied some make up. She didn't bother to put lip gloss on. It was something she rarely did, but it wouldn't matter, nothing would hide the cut on her lip from the fight the night before.
She shrugged at her appearance in the mirror before slipping on her shoes, grabbing her bag, and heading out the door. Breakfast time. Her stomach was growling due to the lack of a proper dinner the night before, and she needed to rectify that problem. She went through the food line, getting half a dozen donuts on a tray and getting two things of milk. One plain, one strawberry.
No, she wasn't going to eat in the cafeteria. However, before she left, she scanned the room and saw her brother talking to Sierra. Odd. Well, not completely. She quickly remembered the scene yesterday when Ryan and Martin told her that they had helped the Wicked Queen to her dorm. Roxy smirked. He seemed to be making a bit of a mess of himself. Oh well, she had bigger fish to fry.
She turned around and headed up to the infirmary. Hopefully Stephen would be awake by now, and she could apologize, even though he deserved it. Roxy opened the door and made her way to Stephen's bed, ignoring the glare she received from the nurse. "Morning, Stephen...I brought you breakfast."
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 5:01 am
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ ℬ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ  ..:тнe ɴιɢнтιɴɢαʟe:.. Aquila knew that there were certain things in which she just didn’t have confidence. Though for all extents and purposes there was no reason not to do so. She believed in her intelligence. She was smart, there was no doubt about that. She would not go on to say the she knew everything or that she was smarter than any one else…but she knew things of her own. And that made her smart in her own way. Her singing ability was top notch. That wasn’t a overstating of her talents. It was just a common fact that if one practiced since childhood one would then get better, more proficient in that certain area. Though she was always willing to improve beyond her means. But when it came to things she enjoyed, something that she held especially close to heart…she had trouble expressing the same amount of confidence.
So when Marty gave a bit of advice she took it in stride, if not to heart. She understood what he meant and appreciated it….but it would be a long hard road before she could even use it, “Yeah, ‘Night. And get some sleep, Okay?”
Watching as the Beast continued down the hall for a few minutes, presumingly toward his own domain, Aquila then turned as started toward her own. It took her no longer than a few minutes to reach her room. Or at least it only seemed so considering her only companion in the empty halls was the sound of her clicking heels and the hummed thread of a song that drifted from her being every once and a while. But it was with some relief that she finally made it to her own portal and entered.
The sound of the door closing as she walked into her room was comforting. Like she was shutting out everything. The wrongs from the day and those before it, and returning to something familiar. Like she was coming home. And she supposed in a way…that thought was true. She had been here long enough for this room to become her own space. The traditional features of the dorm replaced with her own tender touches and personality. To come here was welcoming. Something that she looked forward to at the end of the day. And she supposed that this had mostly to do with how she decorated it.
The room its self was more music room than dorm. She had two tall shelves near the far wall of her door. The contents of which held both her reading books and sheet music. Sandwiched between them was a dresser. Much lower in height and one of the original furnishings that came with the room. The top of said dresser creating a small display area. Upon this makeshift pedistal was her mother’s old violin, Devine. Her case was propped up behind its body, its dark sooty tone contrasting strangely with its smooth bi-toned wood. Its bow lay in front, always at the ready. And a music book under said bow, one current piece of music that she had been interested in recently.
As she walked through the door her hand glided upon the violin’s shiny surface. A thoughtless gesture that clearly showed her affection even as she continued on with her business. Changing for the night was not a major event. Shoes were shucked from her feet. Her long tunic replaced with an old men’s shirt that she had the habit of using as night clothes and shorts layered under to keep the chills at bay. Jewelry was carefully placed in boxes, shoes previously forgotten placed under the bed. And when her night ritual was done she settled down for bed. ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ✻ ▀▀▀▀▀▀ The sun was an aria that called for a partner. But right now...Aquila just didn't want to greet the day. Once she had sunk into her bed she found she liked it there. It was warm under the covers...comfortable. And she was sure that she wasn't missing anything important.
'Maybe just a few minutes more....'
Or that's what she thought even as she retreated from that mattresses silken comfort. But the truth of the matter was that she just couldn't sleep in. It just wasn't in her to do it. So it was with a yawn and a small wince that she stood up and got ready for the day.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 11:46 am
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 had went to bed easily enough, despite her nap. The little fairy slept peacefully through the night until her alarm woke her up at seven thirty. When she opened her eyes, she realized instantly that something was off. First of all, the ceiling was far too close. Andee looked around and realized that she had been 'sleep flying' again. As soon as that fact was registered in her brain, she dropped suddenly to her bed. With a laugh, she sat up quickly and got out of bed, heading to the shower. Andee always took a while to get ready in the morning, hence the reason why she woke up early. Her shower alone took her a good twenty minutes.
Once that essential task was taken care of, she came out of the bathroom and assembled a pink and black outfit for the day. Well, the jeans were blue. Anyways, she picked it based solely on the shirt, which was one of her favorites. She was clothed within a few minutes, and then she proceeded on her way to her vanity, reaching for the blow dryer. Due to the fact that her hair was thin and fine, it took no time to dry. Not wanting to straighten it, she pulled her blonde hair up into a ponytail.
Next step was makeup. That was easy enough: black eyeliner, shades of pink for eyeshadow, a bit of blush, and some pink lip gloss. Andee didn't budge from in front of the mirror until she decided she looked her best. By that time, her stomach was fussing at her. She needed to eat. So, she got up and grabbed her school bag and her purse. With that, she left her room and took a trip to the cafeteria.
The line wasn't that long, which pleased her stomach. She picked herself out some bacon, a piece of toast, a banana, and some orange juice. An odd breakfast, but she didn't care. Now came the issue of deciding where to sit. By Polly would be a smart choice, keep an eye on her that way. However, Andee was still peeved at her. Sierra? Maybe, though it seemed as if that Ryan kid they mentioned yesterday was talking with her.
Decisions, decisions. Andee would have picked Cameron, had he been there. Reluctantly she chose Pan. However, before she went over to her, Andee detoured. She headed towards Sierra's table first. "Morning, Sierra..." She said with a bright smile. "..You must be Ryan..Umm...you have a milk mustache, by the way .." She stated, to the red head. "..I'll see you later, Sierra...." She was pretty sure it was obvious that she was gonna keep an eye on Pol this morning.
With that, she waved good bye and headed to Polly's table. She sat across from Pan. She could tell by his demeanor that his arm still hurt. Andee heard the sound coming from Pol's lips. "You're mumbling again...." She pointed out before beginning to munch on her toast.
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: Tue Mar 08, 2011 2:19 pm
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron snickered as she awoke with a start and pushed him off of the bed, landing on his feet. He rubbed idly at his head as it begun to throb dully, but it wasn't cause enough for his grin to falter. While he hadn't considered getting smacked in the skull by her Royal Spazz, he had gotten the intended reaction from her and would easily disregard the pain pulsing in his temple to make room for his renewed sense of accomplishment.
“It was just a test, Red,” he called after her, his grin remaining as she all but stomped about her room getting ready for the day in a childish manner, vaguely reminding him of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Obviously, she had failed miserably, but she could always redeem herself in the various 'tests' he would surely throw her way to keep her on her toes. How could she possibly be in such a foul mood waking to his beautiful face? He chortled to himself under his breath at the thought. Oh, he would definitely get her trained to keep her emotions in check. He had already so generously become her self-proclaimed mentor - even though she had yet been made aware of this, nor did he intend to tell her – and he couldn't go back on his solemn oath to toy with her at any given moment he felt the need to do so, it was against the code of honor!
Or something like that.
He had an obligation as the Red Queen's faithful lapdog - ...er, cat, to ensure that she was able to keep up her composure no matter what she was faced with, especially when dealing with him; she had no hope of ever being deserving of her title if she wasn't able to do such.
But seeing as he couldn't bother with explaining his reasons for being so impossible, he merely made a snide remark as an answer. “Because I'm just so painfully in love with you, Lili! I can't bear to keep myself away!” he rolled his eyes and smirked after she closed and locked the door to her bathroom.
While he contemplated going on his way to eat breakfast or stay put, he plopped back onto her bed, crossing his legs. However, due to his sleeping schedule, he was not in any particular hurry to eat yet, so he decided to remain where he was until he was forced out. He glanced at Lilith when she emerged from the bathroom, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively once he'd taken notice of her shirt.
“Sending out subtle messages, are we?” he asked with a sardonic smile. “I can take a hint,” he drawled. But that didn't necessarily mean he would act on said indication; rather, he found it more so amusing than anything.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 2:37 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 scoffed mentally at his words from earlier. Just a test? Please, he got a kick out of making her freak out. It took her only a moment to spot him sitting on her bed. Of course he hadn't left. Why would he do that? He was just going to make sure that her day started off as bad as it could. No matter, she could return the favor.
Subtle messages? She looked down at her shirt and smirked. It was befitting that she had randomly picked it out. Sometimes she did wish that she could just press a button and he'd disappear. However, she knew she'd miss him before long. She walked over towards her nightstand, picking up her glasses and placing them on her head.
That was better, everything was in a sharper focus now. She hated how blind she felt without them. Wait, he was sitting right there on her bed. A small evil smirk made it's way onto her face. Without a second thought, she hooked her left arm around his neck, putting him in a headlock. Next, her right fist curled up and she placed it atop his mop of hair. Oh, yes, she was gonna give him a noogie. She rubbed her fist back and forth, messing up as much of his hair as possible, ignoring his squirms.
"Now, we're even...." She stated, letting him go. She kept a close eye on his facial expressions, she wanted to be able to laugh at them as he did his best to fix his hair back in place. As it was, she made it look as if there was a rat's nest sitting on his head.
Oh, he had forgotten his book that she gave him last night. Lil picked 'All American Girl' up off the floor and sat it in his lap. "There..Are you up for some breakfast?" .
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 08, 2011 3:36 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  Marcel stretched his left hand slowly as he came awake. Starting first with his pinky before progressing with the others. There was a slight crackling noise from the joints, obviously his bones clicking into place before they settled again. Over night they had become stiff and almost unmovable, and it was no wonder that they had considering how he had positioned his arm. At some time in the night he had perched himself upon the bed, his back toward the head board as he leaned back in a slight reclining angle. He head had been turned, his arm cradling his skull with his palm even as his forearm worked as a pillow for his face. It was only this action that saved him from him from a neck ache. Though his back…wasn’t so lucky.
As he rose from his seated position he winced. Both from the sudden weight pressing against his wrist as he rose and from the sharp pain that settled in the base of his spine. Shaking his hand on the off chance the it would get rid of the pained feeling Marcel finally stood to truly greet the day. Though it wasn’t with a stellar mood. He wouldn’t be ready to make friendly with the masses until he received his recommended dose of caffeine.
His eyes slid toward the glass doors of his balcony, his lids falling heavily over his eyes in a soft glare. The look stayed for a moment, maybe more, before finally falling to nothing as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Wishing the sun would suddenly implode wouldn’t help, though it would make him feel better somewhat. Making his way toward his bathroom Marcel went about getting ready for the day.
A shower would be nice. The warm water relaxing for his tense muscles and the herbal scent of the soap he favored filling the tiled room just this side of refreshing. A quick scrubbing of his face and teeth was necessary, the former for general cleansing and to further wake him up and the latter on principal. But the clothes, when it came to dressing for this early morning, needed more thought. His main staple for clothing were jeans and t-shirts. Mostly in neutral colors and earthy tones because of his lack of color depth. But he still had to be careful that he didn’t choose something that didn’t blend together well.
It took some time but he finally chose a short sleeved hunter green shirt and some soot grey jeans, the look promptly finished with a pair of off black Timberlines. His braids, usually left to their own devices, was pulled back from his face with a strong band. His hair in general was starting to get out of hand, getting in his way when he happened to bend of head or turned it. For now the band would have to do before he finally decided whether he wanted to cut it down or not.
Exiting his room and walking down the hall until he made it to the cafeteria Marcel quickly got in line for a cup of coffee, and maybe something to eat if he felt like it, his hand raising in greeting as his quick scan of the cafeteria gifted him with the sight of Sierra sitting down for breakfast. She looked well enough. Her clothes at their usual standard of dress and such. But he wouldn’t truly be able to tell how she felt until he checked in on her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 4:00 pm
S t e p h e n
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Robin~Hood Steve was awoken first by the sound of a girl's voice... then he was brought truly into the waking world by the pain in his head. The outlaw gave a little moan and reached up to run a hand though his itchy hair only to fins it covered in a bandage wrap. Where was he?... The man opened his eyes and found himself in the infirmary, the sun blaring though the window, Roxy standing beside him.
"What the ******** Rock?"
It all came back to him, the fight, the pain... The last thing he remembered he was being half dragged half carried to the nurses office then... nothing. The boy winced as he touched the back of his head. She really had no mercy huh?
"What did you try to do? Kill me?"
He wasn't being very nice to the girl who was hand delivering him breakfast but I don't think that Steve cared much... She had beaten the s**t out of him and he would put his two cents in. There was a cut and a couple of pills on his beside table and He reached out to take the pills without question. They had to be fore him now, he was in so much pain.
"Hand over the strawberry milk woman and once your done here I could use a sandwich. "
He would cultivate the guild, use it to spite her. Roxy had to feel bad for what she did to him... and now she could relish that guilty feeling as much as Steve relished giving it to her.
"Or maybe you could be a good girl and clean my room for me? I can't bend over just yet and I need to get my laundry together."
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 4:01 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron watched her curiously as she slipped on her glasses and approached him, his eyes widening ever so slightly as evidence of malicious intent crossed her features, a mantra of 'oh s**t' running through his mind. He flinched away out of habit in fear of being hit when she made to hook her arm around his neck, only to find that he had been placed in a headlock and receiving a noogie. He glared up at her through the hair that now veiled his eyes, no thanks to her.
He grabbed at her arm and attempted to pry it off, refraining from his initial instinct to dig his nails into her skin and bit his tongue to repress any nasty names from being spoken. No, he would stay cool; he refused to let his annoyance get the best of him.
He sucked in a deep breath once she let him go, pausing for a moment as various scenarios for revenge played out in his head, looking at her with a devious smirk. “Oh, yes, we're even alright.”
But he would have the upper hand soon, he thought smugly as he grabbed her brush to reverse the tragic tangled heap his hair had become. Andee had already unwittingly planned his retaliation beautifully, now he would just have to drag his number one guest on his invitation list along with him - he would simply pass it off as another effort in his quest to coax her out of her shell.
Cameron looked down to the book he had carelessly abandoned last night, brushing his disentangled bangs to the side. “Ah, thanks,” he murmured offhandedly. He slipped back into his usual grin so as to not raise any suspicions that she may have begun to harbor if he kept his spiteful smile up.
“I suppose,” he shrugged, jumping off of her bed with his book in tow, strolling towards the door. He may as well eat now, seeing as he had nothing else to do.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 4:54 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy sighed as he came to, more in frustration. Swearing already? Seriously, she could have left him outside. She didn't even have to be there, bringing him breakfast. She was just trying to be nice and he had to go and ruin that.
"No, I didn't try and kill you..." She said a bit bitterly. Did he not remember that he had hit her first? Oh, wait...She did kind of slam him into that light post. She bit her lip to refrain from snapping at him further. Roxy had to try better to keep in that temper of hers. Instead of handing him the strawberry milk that she had brought him, she sat it on the nightstand where he had grabbed the pills from.
"Grab it yourself..." She stated, taking a couple of donuts off the plate she had, leaving him the other four. "I'm not fetching you a sandwich, I'm not cleaning your room....I was trying to be nice and bring you breakfast..." With that, she placed the plate of donuts in his lap. She bit into one of her donuts, just looking at him for a moment.
Stephen did look worse for wear, all bandaged up and what not. "You could at least say thank you for me doing that....Oh, By the way, Randy helped me get you here..." She thought she would add. Roxy pulled up a chair and pulled up her feet to rest her feet at the end of his hospital bed.
She thought a moment, looking up at his face. "Would you be willing to call a truce? No more fighting between the two of us..." She trailed off, watching him with a critical eye. Roxy was trying to be reasonable here. They sent each other to the infirmary enough times, it was about time that ended. While she waited for an answer, she continued munching on her donut, taking a sip from her milk every now and then.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 5:23 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 knew with that smirk of his that she'd pay for that act later. However, she didn't care. She laughed a little as he grabbed her brush to fix his hair. That reminded her, she needed to do the same. Now she was stuck waiting until he was done. Dang it! Oh well, she could wait.
As soon as he was finished, she took the brush from him and pulled through her damp hair. Once that was done, she grabbed a black headband and placed it in her hair, leaving the bangs out from under it's restraint. Ready to face the school, she looked back at him. His grin was back in place, and she smiled a bit at that fact.
She stood up and walked to her door, slipping on a pair of vans over her socked feet. Like usual, her things were by the door, all she had to do was pick them up. She opened her door and headed out, linking her arm with Cam's. He usually did that on his own, but she beat him to it today.
They made their way down the hall towards the cafeteria. "Sorry I yelled at you earlier...I didn't sleep very well last night...." She explained as they walked. That, essentially, was the only reason she fussed at him. Lil was used to his antics, which is why she didn't really react the night before when he snuck in her room. However, he had just picked bad timing for that last act of annoyance.
It was true. If she wasn't careful, she might just slip into a sneaky hate spiral, then not even Cam could stand a chance against her mood. Though, she thought she was good for now. Before long, they arrived and waited in line. Good thing Lilith already knew what she was gonna get to eat. A big ole banana nut muffin and a thing of milk.
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 08, 2011 6:11 pm
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Marty woke up that morning with a groan. Ugh, he hated that alarm clock, but it was just about the only thing that could wake him up in the morning. He stumbled out of bed and grabbed a skin tight dark brown shirt and khaki pants before getting in the bathroom.. "God, what happened last night?" Last he remembered, he was sleeping on Sierra's bed. Oh crap! Did he really?! Well that was gonna be a bit embarrassing when he next saw her. "But then...how did I get back?" Sierra could not have dragged him back to his room. So...whatever. He needed a shower.
The hot shower was just what he needed. Once finished, he looked at the bathroom mirror...and saw all his scars. He hated how ugly they were. He despised the fact he couldn't get rid of them...but that was okay. He wasn't in France anymore. He was safe and he had everything he could ever want. He quickly dressed and left his hair wet. It would naturally curl slightly, but it always did that. Before he left his room, he checked his desk for his watch. "Hm?"
What the hell? He didn't know this handwriting. It was really spiky words telling him to see Sierra...oh. Maybe this was the guy that brought him back to his room. That was really nice of the dude.
He entered the cafeteria and got himself a Belgian waffle slathered in syrup. He looked around the cafeteria trying to find a place to sit. Marty never noticed the subtle flinches from some of the people closest to him. Then he saw Sierra and Ryan sitting together and came over to join them. "Hey guys," he said with a smile. "Sleep well? Feeling any better today?" he asked the Queen. She half smiled and nodded before taking a bite of her own breakfast. If he'd been unwanted, he was too tired to tell.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 6:35 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra smiled when Ryan joined her. "Good morning." She almost wanted to laugh when he rambled on and dug himself a hole. "Thank you for your compliments." She'd let it go. It was too early to get annoyed with anyone (other than Polly). Sierra wasn't sure what Ryan was looking for from her. She wasn't exactly the type of girl guys were looking to get into a relationship with...she was the business partner, the ally, and the strategist. Not a romanticist. Regardless, it was surprisingly nice to have new company, especially one that showed his emotions on his face so clearly. Good, it meant that she wouldn't have to worry about any hidden meanings. Sierra had been looking down at her food when the milk mustache occurred.
When Andy came over to say good morning, her smile grew a little wider. "Good morning Andee." She was ready to invite the girl to sit down at the table when Andee left to sit somewhere else. Ah, she was going to keep an eye on Pan. That was very smart of the girl. Yes, it might be beneficial to them both for Sierra to build their alliance. Milk mustache? What milk musta--OH. She hid a smile and took a sip of her coffee. "It wasn't that bad," she said about the mustache. Had the fairy not mentioned it, she wouldn't have noticed (probably).
Then Martin - no, Marty came by and plopped himself beside Ryan across from Sierra. He seemed really tired, which made sense. Martin stayed up quite late last night...and she had to find a way to tell Marty about what he'd done to Pol. Probably later when it was just the two of them. "Good morning Marty. I am feeling well." She raised her eyebrow at the huge amount of syrup on his waffle. "Like your waffle with your syrup do you?" He'd chuckled lightly and nodded before taking a huge bite of his food. "So do you both have a busy day?" She knew she would - she had to go to the office to see if she'd received any letters.
Now normally if people got letters, they'd be sent to the office. It was up to the students to check on their own time whether they'd gotten any messages. Sierra had been in contact with her business partners in the town closest to the Academy and was anxiously awaiting her upcoming letter. If it had the information she wanted, things would become simultaneously much easier and much harder. She sincerely hoped her letter had come.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 6:53 pm
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan smiled at the fairy as she walked past but her words about... a milk mustache?.! That was deeply embarrassing. The kid rubbed his upper lip with the back of his hand a red tint illuminating his cheeks. Andee was yet another one of the school's many pretty girls that he had never had a one on one conversation with and never planed on ever trying to talk to. She was way above his level, most girls were.
When Marty sat down beside him Ryan took a breath thankful for his friend's presence. He looked at the guy's plate only to see a sloppy mess of delicious waffles and syrup. That was a Marty choice all right. When The bigger guy asked if he had slept well The ginger grimaced and looked down at his cereal. It wasn't polite table conversation to tell about your mental breakdowns. Marty was the only guy here who knew that he even ever suffered from panic attacks and he hadn't had one in months... He wouldn't want to worry his friend. Marty was the guy who helped him though, who would hold his hand and hug him tight... not in a gay way, just in a sweet helpful way. But if he lied and said it was all fine then Marty might feel betrayed later if it happened again.
"I, um... I had another attack this morning. I think I'm backtracking a bit or something."
There we go, Sierra probably wouldn't ask and Marty wouldn't make him talk about it right there. Everything was off his chest and Ryan could breath a bit easier. He eat a spoonful of cereal and put his left elbow on the table.
When Sierra asked if he had plans for a busy day Ryan shrugged. It would be no more busy then normal, classes, then study then homework, then ... what ever. That was his life now, the more he studied the better he felt in the long run. It was study that helped him become the person he is today.
"No big plans, Do you require any assistance? I feel like you might be able to use my help... not that you need my self, but it might make things easier on you if you got some help and well, I'm here and your friend so..."
Ryan needed to work on this whole speaking to Sierra thing he was trying to pull off.
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