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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:45 am
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin sighed in relief when he learned that he wasn't going to have to wear tights. "Oh thank God. I can't see how anyone wears those things." That was one worry crossed off the list.
The boy tilted his head and looked unsure with himself. "Ehh...Sierra and I are just friends." He didn't know what else to say about Sierra - it had just been a private thing beforehand, and it wasn't something that he liked putting into words. To put it more accurately, he just never bothered putting it into words and accepted the friendship for what it was. "It's uh...well, it's hard to describe. We're not siblings - I think we'd have strangled each other out of frustration muuuuch earlier on if that were true."
He scratched the back of his head as he thought about what he could tell the pixie about their friendship. "I got in a fight with someone and she happened to be around for it. Stuff happened, and rather than running away, she just raged at me." There was no way to tell Andee he had punched Sierra on accident without feeling extremely guilty...and that would have definitely pissed the Queen off. "I tried apologizing later, and I tried to make it up to her. She wouldn't have any of it. I kept bothering her about owing her, and she kept trying to shoo me away. Eventually we both gave up and a friendship was born." Actually, she figured out his personality problem and when she showed that she didn't care, Martin continued bothering her because he finally had someone to talk to who knew about it. He still owed her a favor.
He looked at Andee with an apologetic half-smile. "She's bitchy and way too proud for her own good. She can't straight up say what she means, and I hate her little word games. But she's still a good friend. And she must have a lot of patience if she can deal with me," he joked at the end.
"What about you? I didn't think you were on such friendly terms with her. How'd that happen?" Andee was too chipper and bright for the dark and broody Sierra. Whatever got them to start interacting with each other was a story worth hearing. He added, "you don't have to answer if you don't want."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:03 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 smirked a little when she heard the sigh of relief escape from Martin's mouth. She herself couldn't see why tights were such a horrible thing, but from a male point of view, she could see why they had that potential. However, it would be plain rude to throw a novice in theatre way out of their comfort zone. Things would only end badly that way, and she intended to dazzle the audience. And surely, with her skill, she'd have no real trouble making Sierra and Martin shine alongside herself.
Then the conversation drifted to how Sierra and Martin became friends, and she found herself hanging on to every word. She could tell that their friendship was an odd one, so hearing more about it was interesting. She couldn't help but laugh when he suggested that they'd probably have killed each other had they indeed been siblings. She doubted that, for it seemed like they might just care about one another too much to risk the consequences that came with the permanence of death.
Andee actually wasn't surprised that their meeting had been over a fight. It just kinda fit them, to be honest. Not in a bad way, but it made sense. He actually got a small laugh out of the fairy when he said that he kept trying to make it up to Sierra, for the mental image that statement procured was way too cute.
"Yeah, just the way you talk about her reminds me of siblings..." She stated, from experience. The one time anyone had the gall to make fun of her, it was in front of her brother, and he went off on them, stating things similar to what Martin had just said about Sierra, how Andee may be an annoying little s**t, but she's sweet and cares for people and etc. She was surprised to hear it coming out of her older brothers mouth, but it made her happy. She smiled just at the memory. She sure did miss him.
"Oh, actually...The first time we met slash talked was the other day..." She said, referring to Sierra. " I happened to catch her stuffing those wretched boots into her gym locker and I decided to ask about them. Probably not the best thing to do, but I wanted to help. I mean, I do work with metal after all...and if there was a way I could make the whole thing easier for her, I wanted to try. I know how heavy metal can be, and on your feet is no good. Same goes for it being heated...the temperature it takes to reach that high....I want to eventually get them heat resistant on the inside. It's downright cruel what they plan to put her through just cause of some stupid fairytale that was written centuries ago." She paused, nearly out of breath. Yeah, she was rambling.
"I mean, if Disney can give them happier endings, then why can't this Academy? If authorites knew about that, it'd be child endangerment at the least. They'd get in a lot of legal trouble...." She trailed off, a little red in the face from the anger she felt. It seemed to be somewhat true with her, for you know, faeries are only big enough to hold one emotion at a time.
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: Tue Aug 07, 2012 12:57 am
██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █ █ █ＴＨＥ ＰＲＩＮＣＥＳＳ ▐▐ ＴＨＡＴ▐▐ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＳＭＩＬＥＤ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX► ► ► sometimes it feels just like i'm falling in the oceanXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXVVVXXXXXXXXXXX 《let the hurricane set in motion 》 "Hey cookie." A familiar baritone voice called, almost painfully. There was a long pause between words that should have been a warning. She was too young to notice, fear death? How? At that age, parents were immortal to their children, it couldn't be held against her that she noticed nothing strange in his behavior. There were not many who had the chance she did. The last words she had whispered to her father were, "I love you." If he died at that exact moment, he passed on into the next life not alone on the cold streets on a stormy night, but in the warm embrace of three words with a very powerful meaning. Why wasn't that enough? Why couldn't that be enough to get her through these miserable years? 'Let it be enough!' She screamed to her subconscious which instantly sent a shot through her whole body. So much in fact she nearly jumped from her seated position, frightening the passerby's crossing the threshold of the courtyard.
Clodagh looked up at them from behind her sunglasses, her head turning as they pushed onward. Their hands were interlocked and they seemed as though they were sharing a single train of thought between their two forms. After her mother left, David never once remarried. Hell, the poor guy never even went on a date. Despite how many times young Clodagh had asked strange women in the supermarket to be her new mommy, it had always remained just the two of them. After then, relationships seemed not only complicated, but completely useless. The pessimist in her gave it two more months before both of them realized how wonderful life could be without the other and all of their annoying little flaws.
'Not very nice Cookie.' She heard her father's voice again, this time sternly, scolding her in a way and her shoulders sunk downward. Not the best way to start off the day, making judgments that others had no way of rebutting. Since when did she become so cynical? "Sorry." She whispered to herself, bringing her notebook closer to her face to conceal her moving lips. The last thing she wanted was for people to believe she was crazy. They already thought she was rude, snobby, bitchy, stuck up and bratty. Of course, now that she thought about it what was the difference? Clodagh had one more dreadful and terrible year in this place and she was home free. She wouldn't have to deal with the hum drum, drama ridden pantheon of giggly school girls and the boys that worshiped them. What was one more negative thought in her general direction over the pile they already started of them? "One more year." She read aloud as her pencil sketched it upon the blank sheet of paper she had been staring at for the last few hours.
That is the thought she held on too. There was freedom on the other side of these invisible walls that confined her to this school. The number two pencil sitting in her tight grasp ran smoothly over the white paper, bringing to life the image burned into her memory from her dreams. Usually when she was deep in thought with her art, there was little that could break her concentration. Even when an apparently new student tapped her on the shoulder and asked where he could find bathrooms, Clodagh just merely pointed in a Northern direction and merely nodded her head upon the sound of his gratitude.
'Shouldn't you be studying?' Came her father's voice from the welcomed silence she had been enjoying. Clodagh groaned. Even in death he was still pushing school on her! The girl knew her father was not really speaking to her. Her psychologist had reminded her of that when she was still visiting his office. It was just her subconscious taking on a familiar voice that wasn't her own. 'A security blanket device.' He had put it in lamens terms. Clodagh took a quick look at her watch and slammed her notebook closed remembering she had to turn in her thesis paper before her next class. "Crap!" Her words pushing through her teeth in a light hiss. Of course Daddy warns her about studying but not that she was about to be late for an important date..... no pun intended of course.
'Watch your language young lady.' Her father said in the back of her head as she threw her things into her bag and jumped down the steps. "Quiet you! Me being late is just as much as your fault as it is mine." ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █ █ █
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:53 pm
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron simply couldn't help himself from breaking out into a full blown Cheshire grin at Ryan's floundering composure. He was definitely an easy target.
"Are you always this eloquent, Apollo? You're kind of sweeping me off my feet here."
However, the next comment that Ryan made had piqued Cam's interest. So it was good to hear that he and Lilith weren't an item, huh? Oh, how he wondered what that could possibly mean. Cam couldn't really say how or when the god had developed these, ah...feelings. It wasn't like they had interacted very much, though Cam supposed he couldn't blame him. Honestly, who hadn't harbored unrequited affection towards the Cheshire Cat? Liars, clearly.
Cameron snorted, but that train of thought was sent sprawling down a track that was significantly less self-complimentary and more so oh my god she heard everything when he spotted Lilith out of his peripheral vision. Of course, the only time his invisibility came in handy (aside from pulling various pranks) was when it would only make matters worse.
Well.
Having already accepted his fate, Cameron turned towards Lilith and prepared himself for her to what did she think she was doing this wasn't how you were supposed to go about killing someone and suddenly her tongue was in his mouth and wow okay this was definitely a lot better than dying but he was also simultaneously growing increasingly panicked about her intentions.
Lilith pulled away sporting a smug smirk and that couldn't be a good sign. Cameron eyed her skeptically, though he made no protest when she began leading him away. Of course, she couldn't gruesomely murder him in front of a witness, how silly of him to think that she would make such a mistake. He remained silent throughout the duration of their trip to Lilith's room.
When they arrived, Cam sheepishly took his spot against the wall adjacent to her bedroom door, feeling ridiculously akin to a child that had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. He supposed that he deserved her spiteful words, but at the same time he wasn't really sure what she was making such a fuss about. Flirting was in his nature, much like intentionally stomping on other people's feelings was in hers. Besides, he was only being honest, as far as he was concerned.
Cam mulled over her words for a few minutes, not wanting to say something that would only bury him further in this gaping hole he'd dug for himself. He, eventually, made his way over to her bed and sat down next to her, glancing at the back of her head.
"Look, Lili. I didn't know that you'd get so upset about me playing around, or else I wouldn't have done it. Well, okay, I probably would, but I wouldn't have been so blatant about it. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings, but... I guess I did anyway, and I'm sorry."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:43 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin shrugged. "Probably because most adults know that Disney's endings aren't the real endings to fairy tales? I mean, some are better, but then you have authenticity issues." Whoa. Authenticity was a word Marty would use.
Although he looked calm about Sierra's predicament, he was inwardly raging. Alright, yeah he knew that she was going to be put through hell in those shoes at the end, but thought it would be acted out for the most part. He'd assumed that she would have heat resistant socks on or that the shoes would be warm and she'd have to fake scream the rest of it. He believed that the shoes would be made of aluminum or something light so that they wouldn't be so hard to dance in.
He had assumed wrong, and Sierra hadn't ever bothered to correct him.
His hands tightened into fists, but he didn't strike out against the scarecrow or Andee. "She never told me that wearing those shoes would be so hard on her...then again, she hates talking about it. If there's anything I can do, let me know, okay?"
He looked at her seriously. "I mean it. Even if it's just distracting her while you get her shoes size or something - she's too damn prideful for her own good."
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:05 pm
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ Ｂ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ || THE NIGHTINGALE ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇ x
xx dokichu -
_______________________________________________ The heels of her boots beat a lonely rhythm down the halls as she made her way towards her next destination. Or it was lonely, until she started to hum a gentle tune to accompany it. The soft tapping of her shoes becoming the gentle sound of a metronome, keeping her song on time as she considered the pros and cons of going to her next class. It wasn't often that she missed her classes. Unlike others within the school she actually enjoyed learning here. The woods around the school was plentiful and practically untouched compared to the well manicured trees that could be found in the cities of her native California. The music program was impeccable and the literature classes were doubly so when compared to the nice but still lacking schools of her youth. Truly the only peeve she had about the school would be the tight rein they had upon the students. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe that security wasn’t needed, even in such a remote place. But to have it to such a extent? Teachers marking all the deeper part of the trails and most of the halls in search of truant students. The spells they had in place to alert of comings and goings around the area. And probably many more that she wasn’t even aware of in the slightest….
There’s a certain point in which general safety then turns to heavy confinement. And the academy was toeing that line heavily. If only she could go pass the woods themselves. A small frown curled upon her lips as she considered the matter. A map. She needed a map. She knew just by looking that the grounds of the school was expansive. Anyone with a good eye could see it. But anything past it was practically a mystery without some kind of guidance. Without thought her legs started to carry her toward the school's library. Her mind already making excuses for her pending absence to her next class.▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇x
xx dokichu - Singing a lonely song
Looking for the right one
To make me WHOLE
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:34 pm
Yuji Yujara Yuji was knew to this school but he could already tell he was going to hate it, everyone seemed stuck up and he couldnt stand it. They all seemed so involved with their own lives that the dont see the ones that actually need help. Thats when he looked to his left and he saw two teens making out..he was disgusted. He just wanted everyone to die and go away.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:22 am
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Thunder boomed and echoed a horrible noise across the sky. The sound and the following flash causing his outer chill to move inward and effectively numb him from all sights and sounds. Usually the rain didn't effect him this deeply. He couldn't bring himself to like the cold and wet weather....but he could still tolerate it. A emotional response of this magnitude was usually kept on a smaller scale. He could control it, bend it to his will. But not today. Not when the memories was so close to the surface from his morning remembrances of the past. He hated this feeling. He wanted it gone. The feeling of water seeping into his skin, his soul. Its chill merging with the subtle warmth of his body and bringing to mind of something almost burning hot...and much thicker in its place. The longer he stood there and listened to the rain rumble on the feeling grew..and grew. Trying to lock him into place with its firm hold.Until finally he just couldn't take it anymore. He just left. His feet moving quickly, almost in a dead run, toward his room. He barely acknowledged the girl that had been at his side only a moment ago. His mind was too busy. And even if he had the presence of thought to converse with her his conversational skills would have been lacking. Whatever the case...his near dash brought him to his room quickly, the near empty quality of the halls making the time of his arrival even faster. Throwing open his door and entering room he didn't waste any time in tossing his jacket, and by proxy the sketch pad wrapped so carefully within, upon his bed without a second glance.The motion completely careless as Marcel ruffled through his drawers for a clean set of clothes. The sound it made as it fell a sickening plop that momentarily made him regret throwing it where it lay. But he didn't attempt to save it from its fate, the deed was done. And the top of his bed surely soaked all the way through. It would been redundant to remove the weathered cloth from it at this moment. And he had much more pressing matters on his mind. Like warmth. The deep need to find something warm to change into. He found something within the minute. A thick black long sleeved shirt that felt amazing on his skin. The difference in temperature immediately noted as the feeling of clammy and cold was replaced with soft and warm. The rain was still falling outside. But without the icy chill so close to his skin he could finally breath much easier. The clothes were thrown into a safe corner. Forgotten, like his jacket, for another time. Now he just needed to find some pants.________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 1:42 am
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ Ｂ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ || THE NIGHTINGALE▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇ x
xx dokichu -
_______________________________________________ If music made her soul sing then reading made her heart dream. There was just something about the feeling she always felt when she walked into the library. Something about the thick and laden smell of old and rotting pages. Something about the hushed quiet that was carried a air of both hidden wisdom and wonder. It filled her with a sharp longing. An ache that would not be relieved until her finger tips caressed the rough biddings of a leather tome. Until her eyes devoured every word that entered its hungry gaze. Already her chocolate tinted orbs skated around the room for the Fiction section. Thinking only of another great read.
'Something Science Fiction. No, Historical. Maybe with a bit of romance....?'
Her feet were already taking her to her desired destination. Until she suddenly stopped. Wasn't she supposed to be doing something? Something just as interesting. A real adventure instead of one imagined....?
'The map.'
The answer trickled into her mind and filled her with the barest sense of chagrin. She mustn't be distracted. She needed to find that map. If only because each thought of the town beyond the wood filled her with a burning curiosity that grew with a intensity that increased with each imagining. Her view of the town its self had been fleeting as they first transfered her to her new 'home'. The only real impression she got from it being that of a quiet town that presented a mixture of modern and old. Stone buildings with paved roads. Tall electric posts mixing strangely with green and thriving trees. Had it changed within the time she had been here? Were most of the buildings gone? Did more trees grow? Did the people travel by bike or by car?
Each thought that trickled within her mind focused her resolve more and toward her task. Secreting herself between the Non-Fiction shelves and making sure she had no on lookers as she withdrew her rimmed glasses and placed them upon her face. Aquila ransacked the shelves for her desired prize.▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇x
xx dokichu - Singing a lonely song
Looking for the right one
To make me WHOLE
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:31 pm
If you could see me
Whoever I am.
It's not like the movies,
but it's not all skin and bones.
So come on love
(come on, come one, come all and go)
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
I will not let you go
After all the shows,
after all the boys of summer had gone,
amid all the confusion
and friends I've been losing
I always thought from the start
I'd be the one moving on.
Orin Taranis LaSalle The March Hare  Orin was rather grateful that Sierra had taken the moment to fill him in on earlier events. It was an odd occasion that Martin managed to get himself into such predicaments, but it's not like Orin could go off and scold his friend. Or was it? Technically, Martin had a fight with a girl, unless rumors were true and Polly wanted to go by Pol and have male pronouns used for their person. That was sort of one thing Orin didn't tolerate, and it was one thing that landed him in numerous fights.
Well, not numerous, but enough. He tended to get set off whenever young ladies were mistreated or slandered, so he had taken action (by ways of his boxing skills, something he honed with his father before he had passed). The most notable brawl was between an upperclassman in his Sophomore year, for the fellow had degraded Miss Scarlet, a freshman at the time. He was rather embarrassed afterwards, for it turned out she hadn't really noticed the misdeed, and Orin didn't want to seem like a bully. However, things blew over well enough. Most others just chalked it up to him being 'one of those crazy Wonderland kids'/
"I'll do my best to do so, Miss Sierra. We don't need another mishap. For either of them, really. I appreciate you filling me in on the matter." And that said, he nodded his head in thankful manner before heading back to his seat. Best not to bother Sierra more than necessary.
He still swore he could smell chocolate, though, and it got him to thinking that maybe he should try and find out if there was a tea that tasted as such. Never coffee, he wasn't fond of the stuff, but tea, tea is something he was passionate about. Much like polishing the spoons when he was anxious, he made tea when he wanted to relax. If indeed there wasn't a tea with chocolate he could get his hands on, he'd have to suffice with making some sort of cookie or cake to go with his tea that included chocolate in the recipe. But, that was a matter for later, for now, he needed to focus on literature, even though the class wasn't due to start just yet.
I guess I'll never know
Where all the boys of summer will go
but I'll miss what we made
and the days were not wasted.
There are some things I may never know.
How you lost your mind
and your wrists got bruised
and you wanted better love
well it's sleeping your bedroom.
Hold on,
Stay on my side,
Don't go.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:57 pm
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 "Cam, you don't need to apologize...I do...really...I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. It was foolish and stupid of me" Lil stated bluntly. She had no right to get pissed off at his flirtations with other people. Hell, usually she was pissed when he flirted with her and relieved when it was someone else. She still couldn't bring herself to look at him, preferring to obscure her face with her arms and pillows and facing the other direction. She already felt guilty enough as it was, looking at him would make it worse.
"I should not have gotten out of bed this morning..." She sighed. It was partially true, she was tired enough as it was, and it had been one of the oddest days. She reached over the edge of the bed to open the drawer to her nightstand. In it were various items such as books and tissues and pens, but what she was aiming for was hidden out of sight. She rummaged around until her hands came in contact with her intended target.
It was a bottle of vodka, plain, of course. She didn't have it on hand for what you might expect. Since her sleeping troubles were pretty severe at times, she had it on hand. Taking a shot or two helped her to relax and make everything nice and fuzzy so she could be lulled off to sleep. She sat up a little, leaning on her side, before twisting the cap off to take a quick swig. The taste alone was fairly unbearable, the burn that accompanied it, more so, but the warmth it created on the way down was appreciated.
"You don't have to stay here...I'm not going to class." She looked down into the bottle at the clear liquid to distract herself from turning to look at him. 'I need some sleep...and I should also start forgetting what s**t I've gotten myself into today...." 'No matter how much I'd rather not'. Honestly, what the hell was she thinking, letting herself start to get romantically involved with him.
"Forgive me for my unnecessary romantic advances." Cue swig number two. Once she had that down, she capped the bottle and sat it on her nightstand. In one quick motion, she chucked off her shoes and pulled down her blanket to curl up under it. It was quite obvious to anyone that she had entered self pity mode. It was to be expected of any teenager to slip into self pity from time to time, especially any one of them that attended the academy.
For once, she just wished things weren't as complicated as they were. She knew she could try and explain things to Cam, but she also knew that she couldn't force that information on him. She also didn't know if he'd even care to listen. It just added to the reasons why she tried to isolate herself. Some things were better or easier left unsaid. .
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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