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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 3:44 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
"What do I do? He's really a nice smart guy Rox... This isn't good... Dislocated.... Like he threw her or... Oh God No. He didn't pull it out of it's socket? Please tell me he threw her."
Ryan took off his glasses and rubbed his watery eyes. His breathing was starting to increase and he was really trying to keep calm. Unfortunately his body was hyped and he lungs thought they were not absorbing enough O2 for their likes. Or I should say his lungs were telling his brain to tell his lungs that they didn't have enough O2.
"And I'm not hyper-r-ventilating..."
Lies. He was hyperventilating... just not that badly yet. The redhead rubbed his temples and tried to calm down... but Marty needed his help and her was just sitting there!
Roxy had to know what to do, he was better about actions, she was good at this... He was good at test taking and...and... thinking about obscure theories. Not predetermined train crashes. He didn't like this at all.
"I'm just... breathing to quickly."
The boy reached up to grasp his own neck and squeezed. His body was a failure... He was a failure... His friendship was a failure and he needed his sister to keep him sane.
"Rox. Tell me."
He begged and reached out for her hand with his big bony pale one. He was such a baby sometimes... The guy needed to learn to grow up and grow a pair.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 5:08 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 rolled her eyes at his question. Seriously, the guy needed to relax about the whole thing. It wasn't his fault. Oh, and she could clearly tell that he was hyperventilating. She'd been around him for four years, nearly, she would know how he reacts. "Ryan, Pan wasn't thrown...All Marty did was dislocate her arm...then let her go....Bianca popped it back into place for Pol.."
She knew her brother meant well, really, she did. However, he was going about it the wrong way. Getting himself worked up about the whole ordeal wasn't doing anyone any good. Roxy winced as he grabbed at his throat. He was more a threat to his own health than anyone else.
Roxy took his hand when it reached for hers, like any good sister would do. Though, she took her other hand and placed it on his shoulder. "Look at me, Ryan....You aren't going to do you or your friend any good by panicking...Just, take a few deep breaths...Focus first...Act next..." She offered as advice.
She paused a moment to give him the opportunity to get his breathing back in order. "Now, I can't read your mind...What exactly do you want to do about this whole thing?" She asked, now clearly oblivious to the fact that Lilith was there. No, her brother was more important than some silly mad queen.
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: Fri Mar 25, 2011 6:27 pm
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
"Marty ripped her arm out of it's socket?! In front of people!"
Ryan tried to calm down... he really did but it was hard. His body was rather convincing when it wanted to make him think he needed more air. And he felt like he really needed more air. The boy stood up and pulled his sister close, pressing his torso against her's and holding her close. She was just a tad shorted then he and their hug was perfect, he clung to the girl holding her as tightly as he could.
"I want to talk to Marty... and Pol. I want to tell them everything and make Pol not hurt him."
The ginger buried his face in the area where the girl's neck met her shoulder. He felt her hair on his face and it was nothing like a sexual thing, this was anything but. Roxy WAS his sister, she WAS his blood. Some gods might have been into that but Ryan wasn't in the least interested romantically. Roxy was almost like a mother to him. She looked out for him.
"I-I-I I can't do anything about My breathing... O-Or Marty. Or Youuu."
He tried to calm down but it wasn't working, he needed to go for a walk, get some air. The boy released his sister. and made a B-line for the door.
"I'll catch up with with you girls later. I need to get air. "
The kid walked out into the hall and walked... He hoped to calm down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 2:05 pm
S t e p h e n
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Robin~Hood Roxy was a nice girl but she could make him so pissed off Steve sometimes wanted to slap her. When she kissed his forehead though he knew that she really was sorry. At the news that Randy had tried to step in on his game he felt his anger well up inside. If that boy tried anything, anything at all! with Roxy he would drive an arrow though his throat and hang him from the flag pole. No one sullied Roxy's perfection but him. The girl walked about just as Andy walked in. The guy looked horrible, beaten and bruised. He might have gotten hit by a car or mauled by a bear... but what ever happened it wasn't good and he didn't want to hear the disgusting boy complain.
Steve got up and pocketed the pills he was suppose to take. He didn't need to be supervised anymore but he wasn't feeling well enough for class so he made his way back to his room where he would lay down and try not to hurt himself any more.
It was in his room that the outlaw decided that he needed a bath and a nap. He striped and found that he had a few more bruises then he had first imagined. Then he drew himself a tub full of steaming hot water. The process of lowering himself into the tub was a bit tricky but once accomplished he was perfectly happy to stay there all day. The radio was turned on and his pills were on the edge of the counter within his reach. He had nothing to do anyway. It might be a good choice. The boy lowered himself all the way up to his chin and sighed. He could get use to this.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 3:50 pm
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Marty tilted his head slightly and said, "I did? Oh. Well yeah I'll definitely help." Be a lookout? Not a problem. 'Sides, most of the teachers liked him...he could probably buy her a few minutes worth of talking if it ended up that he missed a random walk down the hallway. "And that sounds really cool...I didn't know you could do metal work." It sounded a bit dangerous and a little unlike the girl he was starting to know. He supposed there was a lot he didn't know about Andee. "You think maybe I could see some of your stuff? I mean, you don't have to show me if you don't want to."
He looked down to avoid her seeing his tiny blush (though it didn't prevent anything) and almost pouted when he saw that his waffle was totally gone. There went his distraction.
Meanwhile Martin was busy applauding Andee. He didn't think the fairy would remind "him" of his offer to help the queen. The fact that Marty was willing to sneak out to help Sierra - a girl he'd only known for a day - made it all the better. Though he had to wonder, why did Marty feel like helping Sierra? It wasn't in the weaker personality to be rebellious. But maybe that had to do with the fact the teachers hadn't come up to disapprove of it. Yet. Or maybe...was he actually getting through to Marty? Could his friendship with Sierra have been strong enough to somehow leak into the wimp's conscious? SWEET!
Marty checked the cafeteria wall clock and saw that it was about time to head off to class himself. "Whoops, me thinks we're gonna have to cut this a little short." Ugh, math. He wasn't fond of the stuff - when was he ever going to use trigonometry? Really, he was pretty sure his "profession" didn't require knowing SOH CAH TOA. But at least he's getting the chance to learn, so he wasn't going to grip about it too much (hopefully). "Math is a little far and I don't feel like running to class this morning," he joked.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:58 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 smiled a bit when he just reaffirmed that he'd help. Yeah, she could see why he had told her the previous night that she'd have to remind him. Eh, no big deal, really. Ah! He mentioned her metalworking. That really brought out a smile on her face. "Oh, yeah...I know that not a lot of girls metal work...But, since Tinkerbell is a Tinker...It fits...."
Sweet! She was going to get to show off her skills once again! Hmm, she had to think a moment though. Andee couldn't show him the mirror that she had shown Sierra, for she had left it in her room (she didn't want it to break in her bag, after all). So, she mused for a moment. After a bit of thought, she figured she'd just have to show him later.
However, a glint of silver on her wrist caught her eye. "Oh!" She said aloud, taking the bracelet off her wrist and handing it to him. "I made that about a month ago..." She explained. Andee had seen the movie "How To Train Your Dragon" over the summer at one of the school's movie nights, and she just had to make something inspired by it.
The characters were vikings, so she did a little research. It didn't take long for her to come up with the concept, and it wasn't long til the bracelet went from an idea to a reality. "You can have it..." She said without hesitation. She often liked to give away things she made. Andee just had to find something appropriate for Sierra.
She noted that there was a blush to his cheeks. Weird, why would he be blushing? Andee shrugged it off moments before he stated that he had to get going. Awe, alright. She should probably get headed to class too. Cam had better be there. Eww, math! At that Andee stuck her tongue out. "Yeah...I wouldn't want to run to math either...I'd rather not have to go..." Even though the subject was useful in her shop classes, she still didn't like it.
With that, the tiny fairy stood up and stretched before grabbing her bag. "Well, it was nice talking to you Martin...I'll see you later!" She said brightly before turning to give the Beast a hug. It was a quick hug, and without a backward glance, she was off to the theatre.
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 27, 2011 6:18 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra was pretty pleased with her steady pace. She wasn't obviously in pain and she wasn't exactly clutching onto her cane for dear life. Her first class was the Strategy class. Now that she was thinking about it, Ryan was in that class. Sometimes she didn't like being in class with him due to the simple fact that she wasn't in first place when it came to class grades. She just had to be content with being in second place (which was still irritating).
When she entered the room, she'd done a quick scan to see who was there. The Evil Queen had been surprised not to see Ryan there. Maybe he'd gone to the bathroom or something. She did see Lilith and Roxy in the room and gave a polite good morning to the two of them. It wasn't that she didn't like either of the two girls, but they'd never really talked beyond polite conversation. Why would the goodies care for her opinion? Lilith was enough like Sierra to be wary around, but not enough that she couldn't deduce the younger girl's manipulations. Roxy's overload of feminism was slightly annoying; if it makes things easier on you, why not let someone else handle things? One good thing she would give the two girls, they never attempted to anger or annoy her.
After she sat down, she internally sighed in happiness. Thank God she was no longer on her feet. Sierra still made sure to keep them from being seen under the skirt as she checked her notes on this class. After seeing that everything was in order (and double checking the homework), she saw that Ryan had yet to return. "Roxy," she turned to the goddess, "would you happen to know where Ryan has gone?" Had Ryan not shown her kindness yesterday, she wouldn't have cared at all for the missing Greek god. But now...well, his kindness might lead to his doom. Sierra would find a way to return the favor, and in the meantime, see if he would make a good ally for her rebellion.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 6:57 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 internally sighed as Ryan overreacted to what she had told him. No, Martin did not 'rip' Pol's arm out of the socket. He just popped it out. However, before she could point that little fact out, he had pulled her into a hug. It was surprising to her, but it was alright. Roxy hugged her brother back, hoping to help him feel better.
Ah, now she knew a bit of what was going on inside of that brain of his. Talking to either Marty or Pol might be a bit of a stretch at the moment, seeing as class was about to start. However, she could agree with the whole not wanting Pol to hurt Marty. Even though her brothers friend kinda deserved it, she didn't want to see Ryan in a panic.
Before the Redhead knew it, Ryan had let her go and practically bolted to the door. She knew he probably needed some space to think and to calm himself down. She waved a hand toward him, knowing that Ryan probably wouldn't have seen it, before taking her seat.
Not long after Ryan's escape, Sierra came through the door. Normally, Roxy wouldn't have even noticed the girl's arrival. However, since her brother was beginning to hang out with her, she was a bit wary of the Queen. She turned to her bag and took out her notebook. After she had sat it down on the desk, she heard her name being spoken.
It wasn't really that often that Sierra talked to her, so Roxy turned to listen to her. Ah, she was asking about her brother. She took a deep breath before answering. "Ryan left class after getting himself worked up about Marty and Pol...." she began to explain. "Apparently he didn't know what had happened last night, and I heard him talking about it. Since I practically had a front row seat, I explained...I swear that boy get's worked up over everything...." She said in an affectionate matter. "So, he went to go get some fresh air. He also stated something about wanting to talk to the both of them...And try to convince Pol not to hurt Martin..."
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: Sun Mar 27, 2011 7:28 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 didn't really have to pay attention on her way to the theatre. Her feet had memorized the way there. So, even if her head was off in lala land, she would still reach her destination. No matter where she was, actually. Her thoughts at the moment were focusing on that quick hug she had given Martin.
Yeah, that had been a bit risky, but at least she hadn't pulled a Cam. No, Andee wouldn't have had the guts to go up and kiss Martin on the cheek. Besides, he was way taller than her, and in order to do that, she would have had to float up. A bit awkward in itself. So, she was happy with her split second decision to hug him.
She sort of regretted not waiting to see his reaction. However, that was probably the best choice, seeing as she didn't want to seem expectant. Andee knew she couldn't press the issue. She smiled at the memory though. Then her attention was caught by a familiar figure.
Andee was at the theatre doors, and Cam was nearly there too. She examined him as he approached. It seemed as if he wasn't really all there. Well, being the Cheshire Cat, that was to be expected. But, this was more than usual. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face and it wasn't his usual one.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face, not afraid of retaliation. "Earth to Cam! What's with the grin? It's not your usual one?" She asked curiously. With that said, she opened the door for both of them so they could enter their favorite classroom: the theatre.
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 27, 2011 8:05 pm
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan took long strides as he made his way down the hall. He could feel his heart pounding and knew this was a real problem... A god prone to panic attacks? unbelievable... He knew he had to find a better way to deal with his problems but nothing came to him. he'd researched anxiety, he'd undergone therapy, Hell, he had even tried taking pills for a while but those just made him dull. No, The boy needed to find a better way of being. Less reactionary more stagnant. He walked all the way to the end of the hall, to the window and the door to the balcony that told of no more walkways.
The redhead stepped out onto the balcony and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath of the slightly cooler air and sat down below the window so that he would be unseen. The pale kids hands reached up to intertwine with his flaming red hair and he brought his knees up to his chest.
"Afghanistan, Kabul; Albania, Tirane; Algeria, Algiers; Andorra, Andorra la Vella; Angola, Luanda; Antigua and Barbuda, Saint John's; Argentina, Buenos Aires; Armenia, Yerevan; Australia, Canberra; Austria, Vienna; Azerbaijan, Baku; The Bahamas, Nassau; Bahrain, Manama; Bangladesh, Dhaka; Barbados, Bridgetown; Belarus, Minsk; Belgium, Brussels; Belize, Belmopan; Benin, Porto-Novo; Bhutan, Thimphu; Bolivia, La Paz (administrative), Sucre (judicial);Bosnia and Herzegovina, Sarajevo; Botswana, Gaborone; Brazil, Brasilia; Brunei, Bandar Seri Begawan; Bulgaria, Sofia; Burkina Faso, Ouagadougou; Burundi, Bujumbura; Cambodia, Phnom Penh; Cameroon, Yaounde; Canada, Ottawa....."
Ryan spoke quietly but clearly... He started with Afghanistan it being the first country in the list of alphabetic ordered countries and he named the capital, then he moved on to the next, and the next. It was a method he had learned in therapy to get control over his mind and body again. Except in therapy he was just suppose to count. Counting didn't work for him though. It used very little of his mind to count and he was left able to think of things that would panic him further, this though.... This worked. It took most of his mind to remember ever country in alphabetical order along with it's capital. By the time he got to Canada he was breathing normally and had hardly cried at all.
The god sniffled and looked across the grounds... he was not cut out for this kind of drama. He needed to just be locked in the library and allowed to do nothing the rest of his life. Dealing with drama wasn't good for him. Class would start soon. B-... Why was his chin cold? Ryan took a hand out of his hair and felt his chin it was wet... He had cried that much? The boy was puzzled. He sat up on his knees and turned around to glance in the window at his reflection. His cheeks were pink and his eyes bloodshot... there were shinny streaks down both sides of his face where tears had flowed. He couldn't go back to class looking like this.
After taking a moment rubbing his face to make his pink more uniform and less miserable the god got up and made his way back to class. He stepped in a couple minutes into the lecture and took a seat beside Sierra. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:24 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l "I wish him luck. May he succeed in where Tinkerbell and I have failed." The goddess looked shocked at those words which made Sierra raise an eyebrow. "Why so surprised? Did you not think Tinkerbell would attempt to diffuse the situation?"
At those words, Roxy's facial expression changed into one of shock. "Wait, what? Tink wasn't on Pan's side?" That didn't make any sense to the goddess. It would be like her not helping Ryan out. Roxy wouldn't take sides against her brother. Or, for that matter, she didn't think there would ever be an instance where she would side against him. Things could always change, but they were just too close for her to want to 'betray' him. "And Since when have you been buddy buddy with Martin. He is my brother's best friend, and whenever I see the two together, I don't really hear your name....Well, except for yesterday when I ran into them outside of your dorm room..."
Sierra carefully refrained from rolling her eyes. "I have been friends with Martin for quite some time." Which was distinctly true - it was Marty that had never really met her. "We simply chose not to let people know about our friendship." She then twitched the corner of her mouth into a half smile. Sierra supposed her threats were good enough that the ones who'd noticed her friendship with the Beast had never told anyone. "No, Tinkerbell was not. She's quite the surprise," she ended with a hint of affection. "Then again, why not? Hadn't Martin warned Pan before dislocating his arm?" If Roxy had been there for the entire thing, she could get an outsider's opinion on the whole fight.
Eh, Roxy supposed that made sense. However, she didn't see the meek kid as one that kept secrets. It just didn't fit Martin. Well, at least what she knew about Martin. Faintly, she wondered what her brother might be getting himself into. Though, Sierra did have a point, the fairy was the type to be surprising. Not to mention the fact that her character betrayed Pol's to get rid of Wendy, or something like that. Wait, did Martin warn Pol? Sure, Roxy was there, but her attention had been focused on Randy up to the point that Pan had cried out. Her cheeks flushed faintly. "I'm not sure...i was....distracted for the beginning of their encounter...I only saw the end..." She admitted. Though, she knew Sierra wasn't there. How could the girl know so much? "Oh!" The red cleared from her cheeks. "The boys, meaning Ryan and Marty, told me that they helped you out yesterday...Why would you need help from guys? You seem like a pretty strong and independent woman..." She asked, a bit curious. Maybe she could take a leaf out of Sierra's book. After all, she couldn't gripe whenever Randy helped her anymore.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:30 pm
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat.
Cameron's feet had been on autopilot as he walked towards the theater, hardly taking notice of the odd look Roxy had sent his way as he passed her in the hall. Not that he particularly minded – or cared, for that matter - that she thought he and the rest of the Wonderland kids were crazy (which, for the most part, was true); he didn't much care for her, anyway.
He figured he probably wouldn't be able to hold anything but a forced, polite conversation with her as he was likely to say something that would demean her in some way if he dared to speak to her in the same manner as he would to anyone else, which would send her into a feminist rampage. No, that didn't sound appealing in the least; rather painful, actually.
He continued his leisurely pace towards class, his feet on the ground and his head in the clouds. Oh, yeah, he had completely lost it. But, oddly enough, he found himself unable to give a damn. It was for the best, really; it would be a waste of time to let his ever prominent feelings bother him.
Cam, failing to realize he had arrived at the theater, roused from his musings with a start as Andee snapped her fingers in his face, going cross-eyed for a moment as he focused on her hand. With a blink he turned his gaze to her, his eyebrow arching in his confusion. What in the world was she going on about this time?
He slowly recounted her inquiry, his hand reaching towards his mouth. s**t, he was grinning like a lovesick idiot (which, in his defense, he was). He scoffed, waltzing in through the door, murmuring an offhanded comment along the lines of 'ladies first' under his breath as he did so, turning back to face her with a smirk.
“My, whatever are you talking about, Andee dear?” he cooed mockingly. Try as he might, he knew that he had been caught and couldn't possibly pass it off as a figment of the blonde's imagination. “I don't have a blatantly love stricken grin spread across my lips, oh no.” he added with a roll of his eyes, his smirk widening slightly. May as well get this little confession over with.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:33 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 ☾ Sierra nodded. So much for finding out who started the stupid fight. When asked about why she needed "help," she shrugged. "Apparently chivalry isn't dead." At least Martin's warped sense of chivalry wasn't gone. "They refused to believe that I did not need their help." Before Roxy could get in an argument with Marty or Ryan, she added, "And well, why not? If it made them feel better, then why not let them do work for me?" She didn't want to talk about the state of her feet, but she did want to find out how much Roxy knew. "I am an independet person, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't make life a little easier on myself. It all comes down to choosing your battles."
Chivalry? That was one thing that Roxy didn't care that much for. Proof of that was in her protest to recieve help the night before. To her, chivalry was like telling a guy that he could take pity on you for the simple fact that you were a girl. Though, she could see Ryan pressing the issue on helping someone. it was just the way he was. Though, he rarely, if ever, asked her if she needed help, for he knew the reaction he would get. No, it was more like she helped him. "Well, to me, it just makes me feel worse. It also makes me feel lazy. Like I know I can do something, but accepting someone else's help takes away the sense of accomplishment I get. I just don't like it..." And that was true in her case. It made her feel worse when someone helped her because she thought it made her seem incompetent or unable, or not strong enough. Roxy didn't like to appear weak. Though that bit about choosing your battles was something she'd have to store in her brain.
"Hm. I suppose I can understand. You hate to feel weak or show weakness to anyone." She didn't phrase it as a question, more a statement; they were similar in that regard. "Why not think of it as a hidden strength?" If someone perceives you as weak, then it is THEIR fault when you stab them in the back. "Don't misunderstand, overwhelming strength is admirable. But if someone should underestimate you, then can you not turn that into a strength? Their misperception becomes your weapon." This was getting a little close for comfort, but Sierra merely kept her half smile. If Roxy could see the hidden message, then Sierra would have to mentally applaud the redhead. "Just food for thought."
Hmm. That was an interesting way to put it all. Roxy smiled at the Queen. She had always been a bit wary with showing weakness when she was growing up. No, that was something her cousin would have exploited and used to his advantage. Greg was the most annoying family member she had. However, with getting into the Academy, she never had to worry about seeing him again. So, she could afford to lighten up. "Interesting point you have there...I'll have to remember it when dealing with Randy. He helped me out, and as payment, I can't complain whenever he helps me, like, ever again....That in itself is going to be tough..." She admitted. Yeah, she knew that it was something she was going to struggle with, but she was sure she could manage.
With that, the teacher called their attention, and Roxy directed her gaze to the front of the classroom. She listened, taking notes more diligently than usual. After all, Ryan wasn't there, so she couldn't copy his. Speaking of her brother, he came in late to class. The teacher didn't seem to mind. After all, Ryan was making the top marks, but she looked at him funny. His eyes were a bit red, and she was sure he had cried a bit. Not like she could talk to him at the moment, but she'd ask him later.
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: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:51 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 had managed not to giggle as Cam's eyes crossed as she snapped to get his attention. No, she would not be distracted from her quest to find out why he was acting odder than usual. She figured it had something to do with Lilith, since he was probably just with her.
AH HA! So, he didn't realize that he was grinning oddly. The fact that he reached towards his mouth proved so. He entered the theatre before her, muttering something about 'ladies first' before casting a glance back her way, smirk included.
No, she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. He might have been pretending to act oblivious, but she knew she hadn't imagined that look on his face. Wait, love striken? The blonde's eyes widened at that statement.
She quickly caught up to him as they walked down the theatre's aisle down towards the stage. "Hold on a minute..." She stated, catching the back of his shirt with her hand. "What the hell did I miss?" She asked, a bit wary and a bit excited. Something obviously happened for her bestest friend to be acting the way he was.
"It has to do with Lilith, right?" She asked, figuring it did. However, she knew she could be wrong. But, that didn't seem very likely at the moment. With that being asked, she figured he wouldn't want to discuss this particular subject in public.
So, without hesitation, she dragged him backstage and into one of the dressing rooms. She made sure it was empty before locking the door behind them. She sat herself on the counter, looking at him expectantly. "Spill the beans...."
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: Mon Mar 28, 2011 4:07 pm
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron snorted in amusement as Andee caught him by the back of the shirt, pausing mid step to look at her from over his shoulder out of the corner of his eyes. So much for playing it off, Cam. You deserve an award for 'Most Inconspicuous'. He sighed in defeat, slumping in her grip dramatically; he knew that look she was wearing all too well. The gears in the blonde's head were beginning to turn at an alarming pace, piecing things together.
The corner of his mouth quirked upwards in slight annoyance, stumbling behind her as she dragged him to the dressing room.
“It's rude to act on your assumptions,” he chirped once the door was locked behind them. Of course, he would have done the same had it been the other way around, but that was irrelevant - it was the principal of the matter. “Is it too much to ask to be innocent until proven guilty?” he ventured with a pang of false hurt in his voice, looking up at her with a pout as she took a seat on the counter.
He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side, his lips pierced thoughtfully. Despite the unfathomable amount of faith he held in his best friend, he was still a bit apprehensive to spill his guts about such a matter.
He knew she wouldn't breathe a word of it to anyone else; no, her loyalty wasn't an issue. It was his conflicting feelings that was the problem. He wasn't even sure how to put his inner turmoil into words, he was so jumbled up. He had come crashing back down from his high, finding himself even more entangled in the mess he'd created than he was before.
His gaze shifted to the locked door before settling back upon Andee, parting his lips as if he were about to say something, floundering for the words to say before finally uttering, “Yeah, it's about Lili...” he trailed off, looking to the ceiling as his foot scuffed the floor idly. He sighed in frustration – he'd never had a problem with voicing his thoughts. Ever. However, he'd never had them quite so unorganized, either.
“I kinda sorta maybe made out with her,” he muttered, holding his thumb and index finger a few inches apart from each other. He paused as he felt an odd heat flooding his cheeks, his eyebrows raising in bewilderment.
Oh dear God, he was blushing.
Cam figured that the apocalypse must be upon them for such a thing to occur – it was completely unnatural. He hid part of his face with his hand, groaning in disdain. He was well aware that it was of no use to do so, but that didn't stop his futile attempt.
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