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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:50 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 heard Stephen's voice answer her. He was there, and he had given her permission to come in. She figured he'd be laying in bed, or something like that. However, when she opened the door and heard him say he was naked, she hesitated.
Now, there wasn't much that could deter Artemis, but there was one thing. Roxy had never seen the entirety of the male anatomy. And, she wasn't so sure she wanted to at the moment. She bit her lip, trying to make a split second decision. Hopefully he was concealed. She crossed her fingers before looking around to note that he was in the bathroom.
She sighed in relief when she came to find that he was in the tub, concealed with bubbles. Also, he was taking some more meds. Well, she hadn't thought she had hurt him that badly, and she repressed a flinch. "Umm...So, Stephen...you thought about that truce any?" She asked curiously, wondering if Ryan would follow her in.
She hoped Stephen would come to an agreement. Roxy was sure he was as annoyed with the infirmary as she was. Even if he couldn't, she'd do her best to refrain from fighting with him anymore. That in itself was bound to be a tedious task, but she thought she could do it. It would be better than winding up in the nurse's office every week. Ryan might like her to stay out of the Nurse's office too. He was bound to be tired of lecturing her on her injuries and the like.
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 Apr 22, 2011 9:03 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan followed his sister not saying much to the girl yet. He was still kind of sad and didn't want to talk any more. But she wanted to talk to Steve or check on him or something. She had beaten him up after all it was only fair that he make sure his sister didn't do to much damage. She was a very strong girl, sometimes even he was scared of what she could do. The redheaded goddess was a force to be reckoned with. Ryan approached the tub that held the boy who challenged his sister so often. The boy was naked as he had warned them he was but the layer of bubbles that covered the surface of the water proved to be a very nice barrier to hide his privates.
"She gave you a concussion.... right? Hit your head... Eat more calories then you normally would in the next few days, more fat. You're brain uses fat to repair it's self. Not like straight up butter but whole fat yogurt and bananas and milk and stuff."
Ryan sat beside the guy and dipped his fingers into the warm water of the tub looked down at the bubbles as he spoke. He contemplated where he wanted to tell the guy that being alone in a tub full of water was a bad idea if he had recently been concussed. If he fell asleep and drowned it would suck. But he would probably not listen any way, or would think it to odd to care. But he should really know.
"If you're recently had a concussion then you really shouldn't be alone in a tub. If you fell asleep or passed out the danger of drowning is very high. I would say that getting out of the the when we leave and moving to the bed would be the most comfortable thing for you."
The god glanced up meeting the tub bound outlaw's eyes for a split second before he broke the gaze and looked back down at the bubble which were quickly deteriorating and making the body underneath them much more easily visible.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 2:54 am
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron savored the delicious sounds he had managed to draw out from her, gripping the back of her shirt. He hadn't so much as dreamed that she was even capable of uttering such a noise, much less that he would be the one that was able to elicit it from her. Recounting their first kiss, he was actually rather relieved that Andee had him so whipped – impudent as he was, he wasn't sure of how he would have handled it earlier had she responded in a similar manner if he hadn't pulled away, especially in front of the audience member they had acquired at the time.
He hadn't the slightest idea of how Ryan would react to such a display, seeing as how he was practically the epitome of awkward. As it was, the god had been left blushing furiously before Cam had made his exit. If he hadn't been so concerned about falling victim at the hands of his best friend's wrath, they may have very well carried on as they were now that Lilith had the chance to take action, which would have been bound to leave a rather unfortunate dent in her pride. In turn, she would have been likely to refuse to speak to him after making her act so indecently in public, and that was possibly a fate worse than death.
Cynical Cam, however, decided to interrupt that melodramatic thought; once she grew bored with him, and she would, just you wait, she would have nothing to do with him anyway. It didn't matter what he did to try to save himself from the fate he'd brought upon himself because he was royally screwed any way he went about it.
Confident Cam took this chance to point out that it appeared that the Red Queen was wrapped around his finger, at Cam's mercy, rather than the other way around. Cam couldn't help but smirk into the kiss with this knowledge, especially considering that she was all but putty in his arms. He ran his tongue against the back of her teeth as he felt her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers entangling themselves within his hair in an effort to pull him closer.
Cam could have sworn he saw stars dancing behind his eyelids, never mind the fact that she was messing up his hair. Oh no, she could do so until her heart's content for all he cared, so long as she was able to keep up their game of tonsil hockey.
All the while, Cynical Cam lapsed into an unsettling silence, so much so that Confident Cam took the liberty to politely shut his trap to try to prompt a response from the other. He remained reserved despite his counterpart's uncharacteristic courtesy, stewing in his anger as he observed the spectacle. It wasn't until Cam wrapped his tongue around Lilith's in order to wrestle it into submission did he reach his boiling point, unable to so much as make an attempt to hide his disgust. If memory served correctly, Cam had explicitly stated that he had given up acting like a filthy slut, yet here he was.
Confident Cam begged to differ – it wasn't like he was trying to get into her pants, for God's sake.
Cameron was snapped back from his internal disruption before he could catch Cynical Cam's retort by Lilith's fingers against his neck, tracing shapes into his skin. He pulled away, a soft pop resounding through the stairwell as he did, smirking lecherously at her before settling his lips on her neck. He kissed the flesh there before taking it between his teeth, alternating between biting and licking.
Oh, he'd definitely give her something to remember him by for when they were forced to part ways for third period. She'd have a constant reminder for the next week or so, judging by the bruised color that had begun to tint the patch of skin he'd been sucking on.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:44 am
Now
Got your tummy all in knots
No way
I don’t need no pillow talk
No, no
You’re gonna need a new compass
To follow me now I’m gone
Hey
Tell me are you in or are you out
Give you something to talk about
On the edge of doubt
 Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith was actually free from Logical Lil for the time being. If her more sensible mindset had been present at the current time, she knew she'd be denounced for her actions. Lili wouldn't appreciate that at the moment seeing as she was savoring the moment. Yes, Lil had never had such a sensory overload before, and it was quite exhilarating.
Lovey Lil felt quite accomplished at the moment. See, she had given herself the task of becoming Lil's love warrior, and at the moment, she was doing quite well. Or, at least she thought so. With the help of Cam, Lovey thought she could get rid of Lil's wall's of heartache in no time. Well, as long as Logical stayed out of the picture and that wasn't bound to happen all that often. Nonetheless, Lovey was determined.
Lilith, however, kept her focus on Cam while Lovey came up with her mission statement. Lil could care less at the moment that Cam's grip on her shirt was most likely stretching it out. It was one measly shirt, for all she cared, it could be laying on the steps at the moment, serving a purpose as a dust rag. However, she knew she shouldn't let her brain get ahead of herself.
That task was a daunting one. Though, to be honest, she wouldn't mind if she failed at that one thing. It was clear that he knew how susceptible she was at the moment and he was taking advantage of his opportunity while he could. Lili couldn't blame him, he'd earned it, after all. At least Lovey thought so.
Lili had her tongue tickle his soft palate at the top of his mouth moments before his tongue met hers. Apparently he wanted her to be submissive. Well, she'd be accommodating, but only after she put up a good fight. It wouldn't be much fun if she didn't. No, she wanted to wow him.
The hand that had been tracing random shapes on his neck grabbed onto the collar of his flannel shirt for a moment before coming around to the front of his neck. Her fingers caressed the skin they came in contact with before her hand came to a rest at the highest button that had been affixed shut.
Unfortunately, their kiss came to an end too quickly for her likes. She sighed in a bit of a woebegone way. However, that sigh was quickly followed by a gasp after she felt his lips on the oversensitive skin on her neck. His transposition between nipping and licking the skin caused her to shiver a bit and also generated goosebumps on her flesh.
Damn. She knew exactly what he was accomplishing at the moment. There was no doubt in her heavily clouded mind that there would be a mark left on her neck by the time he was done with her. It also wouldn't be that easy to shrug it off if she was asked about it. So, to avoid a bit of awkwardness, and for her to indulge a bit, she slowly pulled his head away from her neck, returning her lips to his.
That only lasted a moment though, after she gently bit on his bottom lip, she began kissing along his jawline, nipping at the skin occasionally. Once she was near his ear, she pulled her lips away from his skin. "I think we should stop....for now...." She stated softly, a bit unsure of herself, her breath a bit ragged.
With that being said, she pecked him on the cheek before turning to grab her water. She needed something to distract her from him at the moment. Even if the water was terribly bland, it'd have to do. Her face was blushing slightly, knowing he was watching her. So, Lilith sat her water back down and picked up his unopened back of chips. The bag was quickly unsealed and she pulled out a chip, offering it meekly to Cam. "Well, I hope this chip doesn't taste better than I do..." She stated with a small laugh.
Make you fall like domino
Oh baby boy
Make you fall like domino
You don’t have a choice
From LA to New York
I don’t want a trail of hearts
Play you like a game tonight
Watch you fall down, down, down just like…
Dominos
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 3:56 pm
S t e p h e n
- - -
Robin~Hood Roxy was real pretty today. That was the first thing that Steve thought when she came into sight, her brother was nice enough but she was real pretty. The boy nodded in thought when she asked about the truce. Yeah sure. he would do that. He would be awesome at truceing. The outlaw took Ryan's talk into consideration and decided that he should move to the bed right then. In just a moment of movement he was standing in the tub and stepping out to stand on the bathmat beside the sitting boy, facing Roxy.
"Yeah I accept. I accept you're truce Roxy. Because you got plenty of Moxie. Where's my towel?"
He had forgotten it in the other room, beside his bed. Hood walked still dripping wet past the girl and over to his bed where he put the towel around his waist and sat down on the bed grinning. She would never be able to handle that sight... And they had a truce she she couldn't hit him.
"Found it... Can you bring me my pills Rox?"
He slurred his speech just a little and laid back on the bed taking a deep breath. It was very comfy after all. His hair was hardly wet at all but he felt completely clean now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:42 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 gave Stephen a small, relieved smile. She really was pleased that they were going to try and get along. Wow, she certainly taking a few challenging tasks on at the moment. First Randy and his 'no more complaining' method of payment. Now Stephen and their truce. She knew she could do it, Roxy liked challenges, and these were bound to be difficult.
However, her mind quickly forgot about truces and payments as she spotted Stephen beginning to stand up out of his bathwater. At most, she saw a flash of his bare chest before she closed her eyes quickly. Poor Ryan, he was right there. Her brother probably didn't get a chance to close his eyes in enough time. Luckily for her, her eyeballs were spared for the time being. Oh yes, her face was a bright crimson, but at least she hadn't seen anything that she shouldn't have.
To make things worse, Stephen apparently didn't know where his towel was. Great, now she had to keep her eyes shut. "Ryan...is it safe now?" She asked quietly, knowing he'd know what she was referring to. However, before he could answer, she heard Stephen walk right past her. He was naked, walking right past her. Good thing her face was already red. She pressed herself against the door frame so she'd be out of his path. No, she wouldn't want to be run into by a naked Stephen.
Luckily, not too long after he passed her, he had announced that he had found his towel. Roxy waited a minute after he said that before allowing herself to open her eyes. He was sitting on the bed with the towel securely around his waist. Now, she couldn't help but admire his physique now that his privates were properly covered. She bit her lip as she realized that he had asked her to bring him his pills. "Wait a minute, I just saw you take some...surely you don't need more right now..." She stated, a bit concerned.
He laid back and got himself comfortable. Well, at least he was too out of it to feel awkward. Then again, even if he wasn't out of it, Roxy doubted that he'd be awkward in this particular situation.
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 May 08, 2011 7:33 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra pondered over Bianca's last statement. "No I suppose you cannot control outside forces. However, you can control how you react to them." How a person reacts to something could mean the difference between victory and defeat. For instance, the teacher had wanted to see her fail her dance class, but because Sierra refused to let him see her break, she was the winner of those psychological battles. "You control yourself, and you can control how much you let those forces affect you," she stated.
Not long after that, Schraeder walked up to the two girls. Sierra smirked and replied, "Oh not too much. The Beast and Peter Pan had themselves a little fight, but I think that's truly finished." The Queen didn't think the King had any particular connection to either of the mentioned characters. That was why she glossed over how bad the fight had been; all he would have been interested in is who fought and won.
Actually now that he was here, Sierra could just neatly hand off Bianca over to Schraeder and be done with the whole mess. As....interesting...as their little talk had been, there was only so much that Sierra could deal at one time. "If you want to know more about the fight, I suggest talking to dearest Bianca. She got to see the end of the fight." So had Sierra, but the Queen was wanting to head to class early. It would probably take her whatever time was left to barely get to class on time. "I think I'll take my leave. Oh and Bianca," she said carefully, "do make sure you're not late for the make up lab this afternoon."
She started to hobble away regardless of whether the two teens followed her or not. She never remembered whether she had class with them next but Sierra was pretty sure they didn't share the next class.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:09 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin didn't say much as Andee dragged him to wherever they were going. He was too angry at Pan's pathetic attempt at making things right. Now his moral code would have been sated by cutting Pan across the eye, but his anger knew that by not doing anything to Pan, the kid would feel worse than if he'd actually gotten hurt. Therefore, nothing would be done (except to take away all the knives the kid owned - wooden, plastic, metal, everything).
When he saw the barn, his anger momentarily disappeared. "I didn't know this place existed." Andee was apparently familiar with the place. He guessed it had to do with shop because of all the tools that were in there. That or Andee stuffed all her shop tools there. "Do a lot of people know about this barn?"
Before she could answer, his attention was caught by something in the corner of his eye. When he realized what it was, he had a grin. A scarecrow. An honest to God scarecrow. What made this scarecrow so special was that it was a perfect substitute for a punching bag. "Hey do you care for that thing at all? Like, you mind if I punch it for a while?" He lightly hit it with the back of his knuckles as a reference. It was actually pretty sturdy for something that looked like it hadn't gotten used much at all.
Actually, he'd probably break the damn thing before all his aggression was gone, but better to get some of it out than bottle it up and have it explode at a bad time. Such as the next time he saw Pan. Because that would really suck to be awesome aloof and then turn around and beat the guy bloody. He was already in enough trouble...and he didn't need any more anger management sessions (they didn't help at all). Nope, he needed to punch something at least once right now and then he'd be okay for the rest of the afternoon. Probably.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 10:10 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 hadn't realized that she was still holding onto Martin's hand until he started talking. She quickly let go of his hand. Not because she wanted to, but because she wasn't sure if he minded. Sure, she had dragged him there, so holding his hand was necessary, especially when they had to run through the deluge as lightning flashed above them. However, it was best not to make things awkward for him.
At that moment, Andee had take the liberty to get her wet bangs out of her face in an attempt to distract herself. It was no use worrying about drying off at the moment, they'd have to go back out into the storm to get back to their next class. "Not a lot of people know about it. Actually, I don't think anyone besides me knew about it before today...." She explained as she walked over to one of the toolboxes and rummaging through it. "I would appreciate it if you could help it stay that way." She added in a pleasant tone. Yes, she'd like to keep her little retreat locale a secret. Andee hoped he'd agree.
Andee noted that her feet made squishing noises as she walked. Her shoes had been soaked, which made sense, for they were a pair of Converse. Cloth got wet easily, especially if you ran through puddles.She was actually glad that she had decided to wear sneakers that day, for if she had been wearing heels, they might have been ruined from the trek in the rain. Sure, they didn't make her much taller, but the shoes had been a sensible choice for the day. Once Andee had dug out enough nails from the depths of the toolbox, she turned to face Martin. He had discovered the Scarecrow.
She smirked a little before going over and unhooking it from the wall (to do this, she had to fly up a little, for it was secured to the wall a good foot or two above her head), motioning for him to move back. "There's an interesting story behind that particular scarecrow..." She stated, watching as it swung to hang in the middle of the barn. It had been hung with a rope from the middle of the beam that begun the hayloft above. It looked a bit shabby, but it had been made well. No, the boys that had made it had intended to use it for awhile. "So, I'm going to assume that you've heard of the story 'The Wizard Of Oz". That scarecrow was made for the jocks of the day...like, way back in the ninteen sixties or something, to have something to beat up on when their favorite little scarecrow was no where to be found...Sad..yes...but better this old thing than the kid...I'm pretty sure the Scarecrow got his revenge though....I've been meaning to get rid of it for awhile...but I keep forgetting.."
She explained all this rather quickly. She figured he needed to let out his pent up aggression, and she had work she could do. She flew up into the hayloft after grabbing a hammer. "Have fun!" She called out to him as she made her way to a stack of plywood that was going to be used to patch up the holes in the walls from the interior of the barn.
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: Fri May 13, 2011 5:20 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Hmm. Seemed like Sierra didn't want much to do with them at the moment. Or maybe it was just Bianca that she didn't want to be around. Now that the King thought about it, it was strange to see them together anyway. He decided not to take it personally. He didn't follow Sierra because he didn't have class with her. In fact, he had a free period now, but he would walk with Bianca and talk to her for a while. "So what exactly happened?" he asked, looking around. "Did that brute do something to Pan again? Yesterday's events were very bothersome; I'm disappointed that I didn't get to intervene."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 6:35 pm
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White  Bianca listened to Sierra as she responded to her statement. Though, she was still a bit upset. Ayden was gone, and Pol had run off. She decided she was going to try to take it in stride. Pol'd come back, right? She didn't think the school would let Pan up and leave for good. If it was that easy, they'd probably have a hard time keeping some of the students there.
Her thoughts were distracted as Stetson showed up. Actually, it was a bit awkward. Sure, he was nice to her the night before, but for all she knew, it was just because of the situation they had gotten in (which was primarily her fault, or at least she believed so). She gave him a tentative smile, not quite sure how to tell him that Ayden was gone. He'd probably like that fact, at least a little, and she wouldn't hold it against him. Still, she knew she was going to miss Ayden.
Sierra had quickly skimmed over the fact about the fight, a bit confused as to why Sierra stated that she had seen the end of the fight. What she had seen wasn't really a fight, and she hadn't been there for the encounter earlier. She nodded as Sierra reminded her about the makeup lab, she'd be there, before turning her attention to Stetson.
"No, I don't think so...Martin had his eye bandaged and covered up. I'm sure that was from their fight earlier, though Pol looked rather unscathed. All I saw was Pol telling Martin to take a free shot with a dagger that he pulled from his shoe. I guess Pol felt bad for hurting Martin so much in comparison to his popped out of place shoulder...." Bianca explained, unsure about anything else regarding the two. "Like Sierra said, I think they've both had enough..."
She bit her lip and looked down at the ground. "Umm....I straightened things back up after I left. Everything in your room is back in order...I didn't want to leave it a mess..." She explained, unsure of whether or not he had made his way back to his room since leaving that morning. That being said, she stood there awkwardly. They were on their twenty minute break before third, so she really didn't have anywhere else to be at the moment. Then she remembered something. "Oh...you probably don't know this...but Ayden's gone...Not like it'd matter much to you...I just thought I'd let you know."
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 8:42 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder could tell almost immediately after he spoke that the atmosphere between the two of them was going to be slightly awkward. That was all right; he had expected that and would work with it. Awkwardness wasn't something that a king should partake in. "I see," he murmured to himself as Bianca described what had transpired between Martin and Pol. It was interesting, but not anything extraordinary around this place. And especially not with those two, how often they had been clashing lately. Schraeder had a bad feeling that things might escalate and begin to involve other students, and if that happened Bianca was probably high on the list to be pulled in, due to her relationship with Pol. And if that happened, it would be time to put a stop to all this juvenile garbage. Ah well. Other topics now. Bianca was telling him that she had cleaned up his room before leaving, which caused him to crack a smile to himself. He hadn't really minded the mess; it reminded him a little bit of his time in the foster homes, building cushion forts and pretending. Nostalgia was another attribute that a king shouldn't indulge in, but Schraeder secretly savored his chances to look back at easier times in his life. And then she mentioned that Ayden was gone. Schraeder knew he had to proceed carefully: no one could fault him for being happy at this turn of events, but Bianca was probably affected by it more than she was letting on, which meant that Schraeder had to keep from being too happy at the risk of alienating her. It was tough being such a smooth guy sometimes. "Of course that would matter to me," he said, looking at Bianca with some confusion. "For one thing, the guy punched me straight in the face and I never got to repay the favor." He placed a hand on her arm so that she was looking at him and smiled slightly. "But he's also your friend, right? And I'm not heartless enough to be happy that you've lost a friend. And with how things are going with Pol, we need to make sure you don't lose two. Okay?"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:37 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r "Sweet!" Martin was pretty happy that he had free reign on this improvised punching bag. For such an old looking thing, it was pretty resilient against his punches. As he learned the story of the scarecrow, he couldn't help but wonder if the "brainless" victim did get his revenge. He kinda hoped so.
"Oh and don't worry," he said between a series of punches, "my lips are sealed about this place." He could understand the need for a private place and wouldn't take that away from the fairy. Heck, his private place happened to be in his own head. "Though I'm wondering if you mind me coming by here every once in a while now that I know about it." He had the gym to release tension, but that was for sparring with others. Here he could release his anger however he saw fit - no remarks on improving his technique (though he did listen to them) and certainly nobody watching his every move. It would be a little nice. But it really all depended on the fairy - he wouldn't take over someone else's place like that (okay, that really depended on the douchebag, but Andee was a cool girl and had earned some respect from him).
After a while of punching, he noticed that the sweat was starting to mix with the wet shirt (stupid rain) and so he took it off. He took a quick look to see where Andee was, but she was apparently busy with fixing the walls with leftover plywood. Good. Yeah, he knew Andee was aware of his marks and all that (he felt like punching the scarecrow again), but that didn't mean he wanted her to see them or anything. Some of those marks were to be proud of. Those particular marks were scars of victories. Others...well, they weren't exactly stories meant for light conversation. He punched the scarecrow one last time before taking a deep breath.
"So...want some help?" He didn't mind fixing up the barn if it meant doing something productive (and staying out of class). "'Cause I'm sure you don't want to do this all by your lonesome." It was almost interesting to hear Martin shortening words when Marty preferred to enunciate his words.
If there had to be a subtle difference between Marty and Martin, it would have to have been the way they spoke. Marty's French accent came out a little more in his softer voice while Martin's accent became more Americanized. Hey, when the people who wanted to insult him spoke English, he was going to make damn sure he could repay the insults in kind. In that regard, Martin was more comfortable speaking English when angry while Marty (on the rare occasion someone could get him mad) would start sputtering out French curses. Actually, he kinda wanted to see Marty mad just to hear him spew some nasty curses.
He doubted Andee would have been able to tell the difference, but it was something to check out. Actually, he was more curious to see if Andee would say anything about his scars or not. He'd be surprised if she ignored them.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 11:32 pm
I do what I want and I get what I want when I want it, w-want it, w-want it.
Im not gonna stop til I get what you got til I got it, g-got it, g-got it.
What do I do with a boy, with a boy like you.
Got me lost, got me hooked.
Now Im so confused.
Was this apart of your plan?
I dont really understand.
What to do, what to do with a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy like you.
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee had thought about hooking up her ipod to the stereo she had in the hayloft, but decided against it. She had already begun working and didn't want to head back down just to rummage through her bag to pull out her ipod. She'd have to stuff it back in her bag later before they left, so it was better if she just hummed while she worked. Her mind thought of songs to do for her project in drama. She'd begin humming each song idea in turn before scratching each one off the list.
That made her realize that she still had to ask Martin and Sierra to help her. Ah, that could wait for now, seeing as she was a bit distracted from her work by Martin talking. She listened, pausing her hammering for the time being. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Yes! She wasn't really worried that he'd go blab about her little hideaway, but she thought she'd ask just to let him know that she wanted it kept a secret. And, she thought he would be good at keeping secrets.
"I don't mind you coming out here....you'll just have to understand that I'll probably be out here at odd hours...so, don't be surprised if I'm out here,or if I show up while you're doing whatever out here..." She informed him. Yes, she wouldn't mind sharing her barn with him. "There's a radio up here, so you could bring your ipod to jam out to..." She noted idly before returning back to her work momentarily. She was almost finished with the current hole she was patching up, and she didn't want to stop half way to chitchat. Knowing her, it'd be forgotten til she returned again if she did stop.
Between him punching on the scarecrow, and her blows of the hammer, they made an odd kind of beat while they stayed silent. However, before too long, it sounded as if Martin was finished. Andee was flying up in the rafters, working on a hole high up, so it took a while for his voice to reach her. She reached in her little nail apron that she had tied around her waist before beginning her work and realized that she was running out of nails before she could finish her task.
"Umm...I know you mean well and all...but let's face it...you've got a jacked up eye...and if you try to hammer anything in place, you'd either make it off center or hit your thumb in the process..." She called out to him as she made her way down from her height to plant her feet on the hayloft. Actually, she didn't stay on her feet long, for she quickly laid down and peered her head over the ledge and gazed down at him. Honestly, Andee hadn't been expecting to see Martin without his shirt on. She blushed faintly, but it quickly dissipated as she examined him.
Ryan hadn't been exaggerating when he had said that Martin had a lot of scars. However, it was how he had received said scars that concerned her. Sure, every kid got scars, bicycling, playing on the playground, you know, kid stuff, but it was the extent of Martin's scars that had her thinking that there was a different story behind them completely. On the flip side, they were kinda beautiful, in a tragically awful kind of way. There was no doubt that he'd been through a lot.
And that was when Andee realized that it might have seemed like she was gawking at him, which she was totally not trying to do. So, she blinked and decided to finish responding to his question. "Maybe once you get your eye all fixed you can help with some more of my bigger projects...Like, I wanna take out part of the roof and put a skylight in...and make a second mini hayloft up right under it...so I can camp out here, and still get a good view of the stars, summer or winter..." She began to ramble. One reason was because she was genuinely looking forward to her renovations on the barn. Another was to distract him from her lack of talking before, you know, while she was studying his scars.
"But, I do need some more nails at the moment...They're in that tool chest over there...third drawer down, in a plastic box with an orange label...Those are the ones I need..If you'd be so kind to grab some and bring them up here....The ladder is..oh wait..." She stated, standing up before heading over to the opposite ledge of the hayloft. She had pulled the ladder up onto the hayloft to discourage any others that might have stumbled upon her barn to stay out of her hidey place up top. She lowered it before continuing her statement. "Yeah...the ladder's over here...Oh, and another thing...I kinda need you and Sierra to help with a project of mine...."
Im gonna win.
Boy, your game is over.
Try to play.
But youre down 10-1.
Keep the change.
You wont know what hit cha.
Youre not fooling anyone.
I do what I want and I get what I want when I want it, w-want it, w-want it.
Im not gonna stop til I get what you got til I got it, g-got it, g-got it.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 11:29 am
Randall Tripp Kensington
Randy wasn’t in the best of moods today. First off, he woke up late. Because of that, he was late to class and this particular teacher didn’t tolerate tardiness (but he managed to escape detention). He got some extra homework for that. Joyous. He didn’t even get the chance to snag some breakfast which really sucked.
He had hoped the day would get better – all he had to do was last till the end of class and then food! Glorious food! But no. Suddenly people were all a buzz and he was trapped in the middle of the sea of gossip. “Yeah, did you hear? Peter Pan stabbed the Beast’s eye out…” Wait moment, what was this? He nonchalantly walked up to a group of girls and gave them a half smile. “Excuse me ladies, would you mind repeating that? I’d hate to be kept out of the loop you know,” he joked. He didn’t really care about the Beast – the guy was either way too rough or way too quiet. Randy didn’t really ever need to talk to the kid anyway so he never bothered to pay attention. Polly, on the other hand, was important. She was his friend and he cared for Pan. Yeah, she could be a bit rash, but that was Pan for you. So to hear that she lashed out so bad against a powerhouse like the Beast? There just had to be more to this story.
As he listened to the giggling girls, he learned that Martin had actually dislocated Polly’s arm – what a jerk! – the night before. Then Polly must have retaliated today ‘cause the most these girls knew was that Martin’s face was bleeding and Polly was responsible for it. Oh and the most interesting part of this story was Andee. Now Andee was like a baby sister to him and he felt like he knew her well enough to know what she’d do in this situation. But this? Instead of siding with Polly, she had prevented Polly from attacking Martin. That was…well, actually it made sense that Tinkerbell would want to prevent Pan from getting further hurt. He was glad that at least one of them had the sense to stop the violence before Pan got killed (he’d witnessed Martin fight once and he never wanted to see it again).
What in the world happened for the short amount of time that he’d disappeared?
What he needed to do was find Polly and Andee. He wanted to be sure that they were okay and safe. Then...well, then he'd get food and figure out what to do from there. He just hoped he would be able to find the Neverlanders quickly.
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