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 Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 9:37 am
Roslin Brackenwood  Roslin glanced around the room to everyone's faces as the teacher spoke, she was one to pay attention, but today her mind just seemed to keep wandering. She glanced back at Dell, shivered once as a chill ran up her spine, then glanced back towards the front of the room. It wasn't that she particularly disliked Dell, but he gave her the impression of a cat watching a mouse.
She looked towards the front of the room again, registering all the faces, all the while writing notes in her book in very neat hand writing. Camilla and Nadine were deeply engrossed with their cellphones like several other students in the class. There was a party going on at Ethan's tonight. And being the schools star athletic, everyone wanted in on it. And luckily for everyone, everyone was invited.
Dtriche was staring at the two girls intently, while his sister was glaring at him. She didn't look back at Dell again, he was probably doing something to keep himself busy from focusing on the class. She quickly noticed quite quickly that Terrance was missing. She raised on eyebrow and wondered if he was alright or just skipping. She looked around wondering if she should send him a text. She flipped out her phone with lightening speed and frowned. What was his number? She flipped through then found it. She rarely ever texted anyone, during class, but since she was bold enough to not pay close attention she might as well.
To: Terrance
From: Roz
Hurry to class now if you want to avoid a month of detention.
She pressed send then slipped her phone back into her pocket while the teacher was distracted by Camilla. But he seemed to have eyes in the side of his head because he shot a glare at her. Her face turned bright pink and she placed her hands on her desk to show they were empty. She wasn't one to break the rules even though she was the one students the teachers couldn't really do anything to. Her father was in Africa studying gorillas. The school wouldn't be able to contact him even if he wanted them too. The reception in the jungles weren't the best. She picked up her pencil and returned to taking notes, meanwhile waiting for a reply from Terrance.
Roz sat quietly, until the bell rang, her eyebrows rose as Camilla stood up to the teacher. She was impressed by Camilla's bravery. She scooped up her books and shoved them into her bookbag which she quickly swung over her shouldered and headed to her AP English class. She smiled along the way, after all after Biology, English was one of her strengths.
 
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 4:15 pm
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If he had been glowing before, now Chaz was downright radiant. It was rather interesting to watch his already cheerful mood escalate beyond what she had believed was capable. She turned slightly pink, grinning foolishly in response. His outgoing nature really was addictive. "We'll see about that." Sabrina retorted playfully. As flattering as that was to see him on the verge of literally glowing, she was still a bit on the confused side of things. Sabrina knew that he was up to something; that fact went without questioning. It was useless to believe that her friend could be subtle about any of his emotions. So it went that when they were this easy to detect, that something really good had happened. However, what exactly he was thinking of on the other hand was something that she had yet to fully decipher while watching him. Whatever it happened to be, she had the gut instinct that she best make herself a but more presentable than her usual tousled appearance. If he was going to show her around a few places, it would probably be better to wear jeans anyways. Even if it was going to be her first time on a motorcycle, she was fairly certain that they were not skirt-friendly so to speak.
Her eyes flicked over the lines of the book, becoming quite relaxed as she let the words come to life in her mind, painting a delicate picture of the events laid out within the novel. It was around this time that Chaz finally went out of his quiet contemplation of their plans later that day and gave her an answer to her question. Sabrina nodded, filing away the time he mentioned almost absentmindedly before doing a double-take. Wait, what was that he said about a shower after Latin? She gave him a bit of a strange look, but did not inquire further into it. It was true she wanted to know more about him, but that was a little much. It was hardly like she really paid much thought into her friend's personal hygiene and whatnot. At least, she never noticed if he stank or not during all the time she spent with him. As peculiar as it was to hear about his showering habits, Sabrina ultimately decided that it did little to change things, even if it was kind of disgusting to hear. Most of these thoughts remained unvoiced. "Four sounds like a good time. I'll be waiting for you then." She chuckled, heading back to her book. However, her mind was still drifting elsewhere.
So that would give her enough time to get ready without too much of a rush. She was not one for following trends that closely, and she had long since given up on doing much with her hair except tying it up. However, it may be a good idea to at least attempt it again for tonight. The problem was that she knew nothing about it for the most part. Oh well, it would be figured out some time. Even with all that, she probably had time to read a couple of chapters of whatever book she happened to pick up that day, or maybe work on a fluff piece for the newspaper. Bringing work home was a little bit of a stretch though. It was something she preferred to keep strictly to school if she could, although there were a few occasional articles she would make exceptions. It would be a bit too much to hope that she would really be able to finish it completely before Chaz came to pick her up.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:10 am
»»【 E ● Ƭ ● н ● ∀ ● Ɲ 】««... to look Ɓ ɛ ч ο Ƞ ∂ the g ℓ σ г ч is the hardest part For a н ɛ г Ɵ Ƨ strength is measured by his ɧ є ą Ʀ ʈ...  Ethan snapped his phone closed when Dri spoke beside him and smirked at her as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Huh? I don't know what you mean. I'm just getting the word out about tonight. You're coming aren't you? Parents out of town, music, keg and booze, a heated pool out back. Everyone is invited, but it won't be a party unless you're there." He winked at her playfully as he felt his phone vibrate against his leg. He almost made to reach for it, but thought better of it, not worrying so much about the teacher catching him, but Dixie. He didn't want word getting around about him and Cam again. They had been through enough already and he was just starting to get over it. Better to wait until he could be away from her penetrating gaze to read it.
He had been the one to end it. What other choice did he have? First with the arguing, the constant clinging and need for attention. What guy can be happy in a relationship that just demands more and more and more. He had school, plus being the captain of two teams, and training for scholarships daily. Camilla took up every spare moment he had, but it was never enough for her. She couldn't understand the constant training and conditioning. She couldn't understand the pull that drove him to strive for greatness. She couldn't understand that he was giving all he could and he loved her completely.
Last year he was training for a wrestling match with the team, and he pulled a muscle in his leg. He was sent home early by the coach to nurse it and get it back to normal before the match on Saturday. Driving home, he was thinking about how upset Cam had been earlier on the phone when he told her he would have to cancel their plans because of a check up ordered last minute by the officials of the match. He decided to take a detour to see her before heading home, and that was when his world came crashing down.
The look of shock on her face when she opened the door was unusual, but not so unusual as the fact that she wouldn't let him in, and kept herself hidden behind the door. He remembered asking her what was going on, but the blood pounding in his ears dulled her reply out to a murmur of incoherent words. He pushed the door open with his fists and didn't even glance at Cam as he ran to her room. The image he saw was the only image in his minds eye as he turned to Cam, screaming at her about honesty, faithfulness, and betrayal. He stormed out of the house and ran down the sidewalk, leaving his motorcycle parked in front of her house.
The cool air whipping past him couldn't drive away the image of her sheets in a knot on her bed, her clothes thrown over the floor, and her window wide open with a dark figure racing into the distance, pulling on a T-Shirt. He hoped to find him. If he ever did, he didn't know what he would actually do, but his fists in the guys gut seemed like the perfect place to begin. He ran for about thirty minutes, his rage eventually ebbing into a controllable anger as he approached Camilla's house. She was standing on the porch, framed in the doorway, and he looked like she had been crying. It was no use now. She proved to him that her devotion wasn't in this relationship. It wouldn't work. It couldn't.
He broke up with he that night, and since then the relationship has been strained, to say the least. Just recently have they been able to talk without biting each others head off or one of them getting their heart broken all over. Tonight would be the first time she had been to one of his parties since they were a couple and he worried how he would feel about it. It was hard losing not only your girlfriend, but also your best friend, and Ethan just wanted a semblance of Cam back in his life.[[ooc: BTW I edited my post of Ruthie if you haven't read that yet. Bottom of pg 5 smile And sorry this one's so long lol ]]
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:35 pm
 ↫ DelmuS aSLAIn PratT ↬Call me Delmus, and I'll rip your voicebox out and eat it.the C H E S I R E ↭ C A T Dell idly puffed out one cheek and then the other, moving the mouthful of air from side to side in his boredom. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out and glanced down at the reply from Mona. He blew all the air out and leaned back as he tapped out a quick response, still bored with his surroundings.
I envy the possibility for excitement. Is there ever any creativity anywhere in this God-forsaken cess pool of hormones?
-Dell
He responded, clicking send and sliding the phone back into his pocket. His words hadn't been exactly honest though. He enjoyed many things about people. The fact that is was a God-forsaken cess pool of hormones, for one. It was so easy to toy with people at this stage in their lives. When they were so vulnerable, wearing their imaginary armor of good grades and popularity and self-worth. It was so entertaining, watching people snap under just the right words.
Example number one: the teacher at the front of the room.
Dell chuckled at Cam's antics, a smirk easily crossing his face as he watched. Good for her. He'd always liked Cam. She was a friend. Someone with enough of a spine to go and have real fun with him. Not p***y fun like getting high or going out to the movies, none of that bull. But real fun. Like breaking into buildings and stealing stop signs and hotwiring construction equipment at three in the morning. That was the real fun. Dell ripped a corner off the piece of paper in front of him, balled it up, and flicked it at the back of Cam's head.
"I appreciate your antics." he said lazily, not bothering to wait for her to turn around. She would probably guess at who it was the minute the paper hit her. He rose lithely to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. With one hand he scooped up his backpack and notebook, and with the other he tossed the empty bottle of cranberry juice over the heads of the others in the class towards the trash can. He closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of success, but instead was met with the tell-tale thud of plastic on carpet. Air ball. Damn.
 "You k n o w ? We could make her really angry! Shall we try?.....Oh, but it's loads of fun!"
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Blood Written in Stone Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:05 pm
I'm s t a n d i n g on the r o o f t o p
xxxxxxxxR e a d y to f a l l
I t h i n k I'm at the e d g e now
xxxxxxxxBut I c o u l d be w r o n g  W a k e || U p !
Is anyone else getting f e d || u p?
Holding out for the w i s h i n g || w e l l
To p u l l || u s from the w r e c k
Taking the half deck that was hers to play with into her hand, she began tossing them between her two hands. Some looked at it as showing off, being able to shuffle almost professionally without screwing up terribly, but it was just her way to get the feel for the cards. Even though she had a few oppertunities, she did not look at what cards she had. Cheating was not the name of her game.
"That's kind of like me... fluent in English and French. I'm in French one here because I need to take a language for two courses, minimum. And I'm slightly bias when it comes to other languages." She smiled, scrunching up her nose and shaking her head a little. She was honestly bias when it came to French, but when it came to Spanish, she just loathed that language. It was everywhere! There was only so much of a language that she could take without her head exploding from not understanding what the person was saying. Remember didn't actively easedrop, but at some key words she would subconsciously listen to what was going on. Spanish made that kind of hard to do for her.
"Lovely to meet you, too. I love how we get the nicities done just before you make a semi-threatening statement following by an equally semi-intimidating question. Just makes everything so humourous. But yes, I am ready. Just to let you know, I don't play for titles unless it's one of my sports or we're playing for any other reason then to pass time. This is just fun for me, so chillax if I might be a little lax in my play time." And as customary for choosing who lays out first, she flipped her first card and reveiled an eight of spades. The suit didn't much matter as so much the number did. If Carlos came up with anything higher then her, then he would be first to layout a card. If he flipped anything lower then her eight then she would be the first to lay down a card.
Oh, she loved this game of chance.
S t a n d up, Stand u p
We won't be the f a d e d ones
Another s i l h o u e t t e
Is a n y o n e else getting s i c k?
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:40 pm
B L A K E ciero M A R Y N
Otherwise known as a one "Captain Hook."
The K I N G of the DARKSEAS.  Blake's smile returned, hesitantly. "Or old enough. I'm pretty sure most of the other pirates died out almost a century ago." he responded, rolling his eyes. Wait a second, what was this? Was this him getting comfortable? Being himself? With Ruthie?!
Well. He certainly wasn't going to argue against it, whatever it was. As she started to talk about her worries about detention and Ethan's party, something about her words piqued his interest. Liquor? Oh ho. So perhaps she wasn't as good a girl as he'd always thought. It was amazing how revealing a small conversation could be. He turned his dark eyes on her, and watched the blush cover her cheeks with amusement. He'd never been much of a blusher, but for some reason he found it immensely adorable. Something about seeing vulnerability right there on someone else's face, it was a very telling thing. Seeing it on Ruthie reminded him that she was human. Just like him. The thought bolstered his confidence a bit, enough to slip in a cheesy line.
"I promise to protect ya from tha scurvy wench." Blake replied, adopting a pirate accent that was actually somewhat decent, to his surprise, and brandishing an imaginary sword. Now, had he heard any other guy say this, he would have immediately lost all respect for him. He almost lost a bit of his own self-respect. But, for some reason, being with Ruthie had him in this giddy, childish mood that was making him forget a lot of his own personal rules. Number one, do your best not to look like an idiot. Right out the window with that one.
Blake returned his gaze to her as she spoke again, her crooked smile making his breath catch in his throat for a moment. God she was so, so pretty. And not in that super-model, throw your hair back into the wind while leaning half-naked against a car kind of way. But in the kind of way that made you smile when you looked at her. You just couldn't help it. She was the kind of pretty that just made you happy. In fact, he was so lost just staring at her that everything she'd just said had gone in one ear and out the other. Something about...something. Blake just blinked, nodded his head, and muttered a soft "Yeah." in agreement. That's what you were supposed to do when you missed what a girl said, right? Nod and agree? Tell her her butt didn't look big? Something along those lines. Blake shoved his hands back into his pockets, looking down at his shoes. Here came the awkward silence. Fantastic.
But, apparently, Ruthie was not one for awkward silences. Thank God. He was worried that that particular silence was going to be real bad. He look up as she started to talk, making sure to focus on what she was saying this time, rather than the fact that her eyes were so damn engaging. As it turned out, listening was the right choice here. His lips curled up into a wicked smile, his black eyes alight with the opportunity to break a rule. He loved this s**t.
"You read my mind. But would you mind if I drive? I'm actually parked just a tad closer." he said, his words excited as he turned and gestured to the dark silver, 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner parked not three spots down from Ruthie's own ride. He kind of...had a thing. When it came to cars. And driving. His car was his baby. It meant the world to him. He'd scrimped and saved for three years to afford it, and it was worth every penny. He was the Captain of his own ship in that car. And besides, wasn't the guy supposed to do the driving? That was what always happened in movies, at any rate. In books. In television shows. The guy always did the driving.
"Mr. Smee, we must save the lad from himself."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:14 pm
You know me as Scar
But I go by Lukas adam Hart
"The Rebellious, Wild Child" After Cam had confessed she wasn’t even paying attention, he couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Turning his head back to the board, Luke took in all the useful information and wrote them down across the lined notebook on his desk. They were working on poetry. Mr. B decided to write down what makes a poem a poem, the criteria, and guidelines. He seemed to emphasis that he loved poems that rhymed. Not because that all the poems that he mentioned always rhymed, but because everything that Lukas submitted to him always seemed to have the comment, ‘would sound better if it rhymed.’
Turning back to Cam, she was staring at her phone. Judging by her body language, he saw distress and emotional compromise. Curiosity spread through him as he continued to watch her. Finally Cam had turned to him and said she was just distracted by a text. He nodded slightly at this, “I’m doing alright, how about you?”
The conversation was then compromised when a chalk stick was thrown at Camilla from across the room. Lukas’s eyes moved to the person it had been thrown from. Mr. B. His eyes narrowed slightly at this. Yes, the man had a temper but it was not has bad as this boy’s could be. But then Cam threw it back at him, Luke raised an eyebrow at this. He’d never really seen Cam do something like that but then again, he never was paying attention in class. Mostly not to what people would do, just how they were feeling by what their body language said. Glancing at the tension between them, Lukas watched with interested eyes.
Soon, the bell had rung. Cam was in the clear. Waiting for Mr. B to say something to him, nothing came of his possibilities of detention. He was same. Rising from his desk, he grabbed his notebook and slipped it into his bag and pulled the bag over his shoulder. Making his way to the door, just as he passed the trashcan, an empty bottle came out from his side and landed on the floor before him. Turning back, he assumed it had been Del’s. Looking back he smiled at the boy before picking up the bottle and dropping it in the trashcan for him. “Good luck next time,” he said as he left the room and into the crowded hallways where he’d disappear.Yes, my teeth and a m b i t i o n s are bared
Be prepared!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:39 pm
  Camilla needed some advil or some pain killer because the headache wasn't making her day any better. Though the headache wasn't gonna be the worst part of her day. As people started leaving the classroom, she felt something hit the back of her head and soon heard Dell's voice following it , commenting on what she just did in class. She just smiled before she started to gather her things up. Camilla realized that she never got to reply to Lukas . Her eyes took notice of Dell's fail at tossing trash into the can , and then Lukas giving Dell a nice smile and wishing him better luck. Camilla knew it was a good chance for her to tease Dell about it since Lukas was out of sight.
Camilla pranced over to Dell and wrapped her arms around his neck, lighting resting them on his shoulders. She was right behind him but was able to move her head around his head, to see his face. Wiping his mouth as if there was something there, she said, "wipe the drool off your face before you lose your chance Dell." She chuckled before letting him free from her hold. Though she wouldn't let him escape just then, so she stood in front of the door but leaned against the frame to be more comfortable. Camilla wasn't exactly sure how long she would be there. Before Dell could really say anything, Camilla asked, "Let's do something tonight." He would know what she meant, but hopefully he wouldn't see that she was just trying to get of having to go to Ethan's party. If all her friends were going, she would have to sadly. Even if she didn't wand to go, she hated being left out and plus, maybe something would happen there that would amuse her.
As she waited for a reply from Dell, she glanced over at Nadine who she thought by now would have confronted her but Nadine was still by her desk. Camilla waved her over and turned back to look at Dell. Before long, she was starting to stare into his eyes, as if lost. Sometimes she did this with him but unlike him, she was starting to fancy him a bit. Blinking a few times, she looked down a bit embarrassed. She didn't even know that a light shade of pink was forming along her cheeks.
She so didn't want to go to Ethan's party, it was hard seeing him in the hallways as it was but for some reason, she had a gut feeling she was going to end up there tonight and it wouldn't be the most pleasant experience. Maybe there would be alcohol for her to drink. Okay, so she wasn't much of a drinker but a few drinks would calm her nerves, maybe help her not think about where she was and who was actually there.
There was still enough time to either escape or escape her fate. Now the wait. 
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:00 pm
『 I shall || give you || a kiss 』 ✩✩✩Ʀ ∪ ʈ ɧ ı є✩✩✩  She got a wonderful satisfaction thinking about Blake protecting her. She laughed when he had made the comment, but now she felt like she had made him feel bad, especially since he got so quiet. She was relieved and ecstatic to hear him agree to her plan, though. And the thought of an entire day alone with him seemed so adventurous and wonderful and she could hardly contain it. It was definitely a new day. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes as she squinted to his car just a few spots from her own. She didn't know a lot about cars, but she liked what she saw. It seemed to fit Blake in way that nothing else around him really did, except maybe the smile on his face that she had never seen before today. The smile that made her want to just stare, a smile that continuously put butterflies in her stomach. She turned back to him and said, "That's a great car. It's rare that you see them in such good condition, too. Not that I know too much about it or anything, but it looks like you really restored it." She smiled before grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the campus now. "How 'bout we see how it drives?" she said as she stepped off the curb onto the pavement of the parking lot.
This was the start of it all. She had always followed the rules for the most part, colored inside the lines, listened to everything her father said, but it was time she listened to herself for once. She felt a little dangerous as she walked with Blake to across the dark pavement to his car, leaving the responsibility of school behind her. "So I figure we should probably get the the liquor last. By the time we get the cups and ice my parents will be gone, and we can get into the liquor cabinet. Ethan doesn't live too far from me." Then a thought came to her. She pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket and smiled apologetically at Blake. "Actually, I should probably text him real quick, you mind holding on a sec? Texting and walking together is not so much my forte," she said as she slowed to a stop right in front of his car. She scrolled down to Ethan's name and selected it for a message.To: Ethan
From: Ruthie
Hey, you won't believe this. I'm gonna be a bad girl for once and have an adventure. Don't look for me at lunch, I'm skipping with Blake. We're getting stuff for the party while. Your back door unlocked? She sent the message and slipped her phone back into her jeans, and pushed herself off her car. She opened her messenger bag and began rummaging in it as she turned to Blake. "Just gonna put my books in my car," she explained as she finally located her keys. It was a jangling tangle of numerous keys and key chains, all with a different saying, each with a significant meaning to Ruthie alone. She pushed the key into her powder blue 1966 Mustang and pulled the handle once the lock clicked open. She deposited her bag in the car, slamming it behind her before turning back to Blake. She looped her plaid pink and yellow shoulder bag over her neck so it hung at her hip as she started walking back toward him saying, "Okay so, earlier you said you would protect me. Now, does this protection only go as far as English, or was that a blanket protection over me in general? I just think it's something we should clarify before we get into your car." She laughed, now standing in front of Blake and smiling up at him.[[ooc: minor editing]]
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 5:44 pm
Just A Little fαιяутαℓє Time Skip It's time for lunch.
Time: 11:20 a.m.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 9:44 pm
 Now where were we...? Ah, yes - abject humiliation! Rogir's morning flew by so fast that he barely even registered it. After finishing up in the locker room he had gotten dressed and made his way to class in a slow fashion. He ended up being just barely on time to Arabic, but the teacher liked him enough to let it slip every day. She knew that he had swim team and she also knew that he was one of the best Arabic students in the class. It had to do with his heritage and his fluency, after all.
That class had been unbearably boring. He hated stuffy classes and he especially hated classes where he already knew the material. The teacher was going over verbs that day, and he already knew the language! He almost wanted to scream. Almost. He took a note here or there but otherwise doodled for the entire period. He drew a Middle Eastern paradise on his page, drawing a castle with a rich vibrant city. He knew that his teacher didn't like him drawing during her class, but he didn't care and he had the grades to get away with it. So that was her problem.
He heard the bell ring with a sigh of relief and then breezed through his other classes, right up until lunch. He was a little tired at that point, but some pep would help. He went to his locker and pulled out a small metal box. It was lined on the inside to keep things inside of it cold. Besides, it looked kind of like a lockbox with a key and all. He went to the lunchroom and then sat down at a table, relaxing. He knew several of the people there, and normally somebody would come by and sit with him for a chance to have a bit of his food if nothing else. He made his own lunches at home using whatever was at hand, and that normally led to Middle Eastern dishes such as koshery or stuffed grape leaves. He didn't mind them, and he spiced them so that they tasted delicious. He'd finish off with a mint every day due to the tendency of the food he ate to cause bad breath.
He slowly unpacked his lunch and looked at it. A simple sandwich, some rice and some baklava. He smiled a bit and then started eating slowly, taking his time. He knew that they had more than plenty of time for lunch, and therefore he wasn't going to rush through his food simply so that he could either get out of the lunchroom or go talk to people in other parts of the lunchroom. He was perfectly content where he was.
It came to him then that he should probably check his phone, just in case somebody had something important for him. He opened it and immediately saw Ethan's invitation to the party. How nice of him. A night of partying with alcohol, women, and a heated pool. He'd been there before, and while it was interesting and usually fun, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go. Especially if his friends weren't going. He decided to send them quick texts, as he had just gotten to the lunchroom and hadn't seen them yet. He slowly tapped his finger on the side of his chin as he pondered what the message should say. Should it contain a friendly greeting? Nah, that wasn't like him. How about a signature? That didn't match either. He decided to just send a bare-bones text. That would be easier.
The sound of the typing of his cell phone's keyboard filled the air near his table briefly as he typed out his message. It didn't take long, and when he was done he slowly read over it, making sure it said what he wanted to say.
To: Roslin, Dell, Blake
From: Rog
You planning on going to Ethan's tonight? Oh, by the way, where you having lunch at? In the cafeteria, see you there. : D
He then set his phone to vibrate and put it back into his pocket. Now he'd be able to tell when he got a message. That would be useful. You've heard of the golden rule, haven't you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules. A snake, am I...? Perhaps you'd like to see how snake-like I can be.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:23 am
charles.adam.terran
❦T A R Z A N❦
"I wish I could see the w o r l d in black and white the way you do." Chaz could feel Sabrina's eyes on him after the shower comment, and could have just laid his head down on the desk and given up for a good hour. Man, he'd really screwed that up. Next time, maybe try thinking before you speak. That might be nice. Might save you a lot of trouble, ya great doofus. But in the meantime, just beat yourself up mentally. You'll accomplish a lot that way.
And now he was talking to himself. Great. He was truly on the road to greatness.
But, at any rate, Bri was still going to come to the party with him. She would still be waiting at four o' clock, for him to come and sweep her off her feet and show her a little bit of the world he liked to live in. He'd just use second period to recover. Third as well, most likely. Since they were taking some test today and he wouldn't have much of any chance to talk to Sabrina. As much as he might want to, he knew better than to interrupt her when focused on school. She was one of the main reasons that he cared so much about grades anyways. He'd always liked to learn new things, especially science and languages. But he only really strived to get good marks to try and make it to her level. He wasn't there yet. He probably never would be. But no one could get upset with him for trying.
Chaz was interrupted from his own little personal musings by the sound of the bell, and was mildly surprised. Felt like first had just flown by today. He rose from his seat, tucking the book under his arm and turning to offer Sabrina a hand.
{{Overly Opportunistic Charlie: Sorry all my posts for him have been so short! There's not anything too deep going on in his head. He's got a one-track mind. DX}}
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:54 am
   Adrienne scoffed at his response, her clear blue eyes rolling. "I'm not stupid, Ethan. I've been in relationships too." she responded. If he didn't want to tell her right now, she would get it out of him later. This was nothing a couple drinks couldn't handle. And Dri always got what she wanted out of people. Always.
The brunette picked her head up off the desk, stretching her arms up towards the ceiling and closing her eyes. First period always felt so damn long. The only times it was ever bearable were when she at least had the promise of good conversation, but obviously Ethan was distracted. Not only by the prospect of the party later that day, but by his own emotions. A shame. Guys were always far less fun when they got emotional. Girls were supposed to be the emotional ones. She shrugged in response to Ethan's question about whether or not she would be attending. She smirked at his final comment though, nodding in agreement.
"Oh, you're right. Of course it wouldn't be a real party without me. But I'm not sure what my evening looks like." she said casually, lowering her arms and folding her hands together in her lap. After all, there were some people she'd rather not see that Ethan had likely invited. And it would only be worth going if she could be promised that the people she did want to see were also there. For a moment her train of thought lingered slightly on Dtriche. Hmm. He wouldn't try anything at a party like this, would he? After all, he had been the one to end their relationship. He had also been the one most affected by the split, but it had still been his decision to bring it to an end. Dri still wasn't sure why he had. Of course, at the time, it had fit her needs perfectly, but that still didn't explain his actions. The break-up was something she thought about when she didn't have anything more interesting on her mind. Perhaps she'd have to get a few drinks in him, too. Lower his inhibitions and make him just a tad more honest. She had all kinds of questions she wanted answered.
"Do you have a guest list yet?" the brunette asked, her tone nonchalant. Yet, in her mind, wheels were turning furiously. Whether or not she attended this little function was currently relying on a pro and con list. She'd have to truly evaluate the benefits, and possible risks.
Oh, listen to her. She sounded like Vincent when he started talking about the stock market.
♥♥Adrienne Dixie Abrishi
the Q U E E N of HEARTS
"Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing--
turn your toes out when you walk---
And remember who you are!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 4:59 am
 ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅Carlos grinned in response, pulling out a card and placing it on top of the eight of spades; a three of hearts was what greeted them. From there on to the end of the first period, they kept placing cards down and taking away piles. In the end, they were still at a stalemate when the bell rang, so they were forced to leave the card game unfinished for the time being. After all, the Geometry teacher was both stricter and a bit on the intimidating side of things. Hey, even if he was only interested in seeing their previous game come to a complete end, he would not go so far as to get Remember in trouble because of a passing whim. For that reason, he spent the time lightheartedly chatting with the person beside him, bored to tears while the teacher explained some concept or another that he honestly would have no use for in ten years. Then came along Chemistry, yet another course he took with Remember. Go figure that they actually had all the morning courses together. At least it was reassuring to have one familiar face among the classes.
Third period had been interesting in the sense that he had the chance to meet and greet some interesting characters. That, and it just so happened that Chemistry was one of his better subjects in comparison to the others. Throwing a bunch of chemicals together to see what they could do was an utterly amusing task, especially when he managed to obtain some lithium and a beaker of water. What a fascinating fire it produced. Of course, he wanted to gain access to something a bit more reactive than that, but due to safety concerns, his efforts were found to be in vain. What a pity too. However, even with the mild setback, it had been an overall enjoyable time. So much so that he did not initially notice when the bell rang. When he did however, Carlos did not hesitate to grab his bag and leave. It was about time lunch came around; playing with fire surprisingly worked up an appetite. Besides, he now had a limited time to get registered with the pecking order around the place. So many people to meet, so little time in a day to do so.
Readjusting his bag so that his textbooks would stop poking him in the back, something that was becoming increasingly annoying, Carlos headed to his locker. Even after class, he still had another three periods to go before drama. European History was whatever. He was fairly sure there was a test that day too, but he figured that if the information had not seeped into his skull by that point, it never would by studying. Then he had that easy course, French 2. That was pretty much a free period, considering he was already fluent in that particular language. If in the case it was too easy, he contemplated just skipping fifth period altogether. Then after that was Band. Now that would be fun. Music was probably the only reason he stayed until the end of the day after all. It was his calling, and to get good grades on something he enjoyed made it all that much better. After school, there was something he had to do for drama, although what it was exactly, he could not recall. Oh well. ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 8:38 pm
Roslin Brackenwood Roslin had finally shoved her larger books back into her locker, which she quickly replaced with gym clothes and another smaller book. Her morning classes had went by well, though she was sure her brain had been over filled with rumors and excitement about tonight's party. She put the thoughts away for the time being.
She hummed idly as she thought about everything she needed to do when she got home. She had a few errands then her father would be calling later in the evening. She closed her locker and headed for lunch when her phone rang, which was set to Beethoven's 5th. She glided forward with ease as she pulled out her phone, but stopped as she brushed her chocolate brown hair from her face. Her expression shed it's down to business look and became incredibly warm as a smile spread across her face. Rog had sent her a text. She'd known Rog since he came to the school, though at first she couldn't stand him, she'd dubbed him as a sly git. Whenever they had to confront each other they usually ended up in a battle of wit. But now he'd miraculously had grown on her. She still couldn't fathom how, though.
Her face became thoughtful as she read Rog's text. She had considered going to Ethan's party, but she was a little worried about going. Not only did that mean she'd have to drive the mud crusted jeep that had SAFARI in big gaudy letters, but she was a little worried about the rumor about there being alcohol. Her brow furrowed as she considered it. But everyone was going right? It was an opportunity to meet more people in the school. Her face showed quite a bit of conflict. She sighed after a long pause.
She tapped her long fingers across her phone.
To Rog:
From Roz: Not entirely sure. Will discuss later. And see you in a tidbit. C:
She slipped her phone back into her pocket and practically sprinted to the cafeteria. She squeezed into the lunch line with ease. She grabbed a bottle of Earl Grey, an apple, and a salad bowl before the line became too hectic. She was always quick about getting lunch. It wasn't that she was impatient, she just felt it was fun to 'beat the competition', so to say. She had recognized the patterns of the other students, such as what time the lunch line was the busiest, and was able to get there before that time.
She smiled brightly as she glanced around the lunch room, for Rog, food in hand.
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