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 Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:59 pm
Im confuzzled Tsuki smiled as she spoke in her masculine voice,
"Thanks guys.."
she simply said as she trotted away in the opposite direction, basically disapeparing from their site. She simply walked to another aisle wondering what she was to do. It seemed she really kind of didn't have a life,
"-sigh- Wow Ame, Lancaster, and Cat seem like they have something in life to look foward to. If it's bad they have something to look foward to, to prevent it...but me...what is there for me to prevent or look ofward to...I wonder..."
she thought to herself as she cat made it to a triangle shaped oak table. She jumped on the chair and onto the table, it was a fwe table away from the ones her friends were on. She was on the table, there were a few books left on the table it was about animals and plants.Yep confuzed still
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:16 pm
Wolf walked into the library not really sure of what he should be doing..Eh, probably some class...Oh well... He saw Tsuki sitting on the table....He walked over, his long hair obscuring his eyes from view and his hands in the pockets of his hoody....
He sat down in a chair at that table and looked at Tsuki, not sure if he should talk or not, and wondering if he did, will he just be shunned like he was by so many others...
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:25 pm
Olive stormed into the library. A small group was already here...she wondered if she should stay or not. She turned to leave, but decided against it. If they didn't want her there, they could say so. She walked over and plopped onto a couch, pulling out her script. If she couldn't listen to her music, she'd have to at least work on the scenes. She flipped the pages to the conversation between the club owner and the "gangster girl," reading the pages over and over, making sure she had them memorized. She glanced back up to look around at everyone. She half hoped someone would talk to her; she needed to let out her troubles and desperately wanted help. Although she also half wanted to be left alone. She hoped if someone did talk to her, she wouldn't be a total jerk considering her circumstance. And she hoped they wouldn't be a total jerk either.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:32 pm
Getting no response from the one on the table, Wolf decided to go over to the girl he had just saw storming in. Normally he was not so quick to go up to people....
But hell, if I plan on staying here very long I might as well attempt to make a couple friends.... he though to himself as he got up and started walking towards the girl...
...Hi he said to her, hands still in his pockets, hoping she would not just ignore him or tell him to leave...
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:38 pm
Olive looked up from her script, surprised to see a boy standing there. He had said hi. To her. The second time today someone had talked to her! "Say something, damnit!" she thought to herself. "Hey," she said quickly, sitting up a bit straighter. "I'm..Olive." She sighed. She knew it wasn't her real name, but she hated her real name. And now that she had said that, he would probably think it was her real name and it would be very awkward to now say her real name. Olive was getting confused again, so she pushed her confusing thoughts aside and waited for a response. She put her script down, hoping the boy would engage in an actual conversation with her instead of losing interest as the other boy at the hotsprings did. She shuddered. She didn't want to think of the hotsprings; remember her terrible incident. She knew if she told anyone it would sound completely insignificant and stupid, but to her it was a big deal. The class was coming up fast and she needed all the practice she could possible get!
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:45 pm
I'm Adam, friends call me Wolf he said with a smile on his face. ...Hey maybe this isn't as hard as I thought it would be he thinks to himself. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at her for a second..
Olive is a pretty interesting name...is it a nickname? He asked her, actually interested. Hmm maybe being around people won't be so bad after all...
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:46 pm
((WolfTrace, your posts are dangerously short. Please extend them a bit. Thank you.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:47 pm
((ooc: sorry if my replies are a bit short, it's late and i'm kinda tired....i haven't rp'd much lately either xP
EDIT: sorry ame, i had posted this apparently the same time you did, it won't happen anymore))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:54 pm
Olive couldn't help but laugh. And here she was, getting confused about the whole thing only for him to figure it out for himself! "Yes, it is a nickname. My real name is Kristi. I know, I know, you're probably thinking 'How the heck do you get Olive out of Kristi?', well, let me just tell you it's a very long story." She had always loved the memory, the single best day of her life. Her best friend Sarah had been over to her house. For dinner, her parents had made pasta and salad with olives in it. Sarah and Olive had dug into the salad, not even knowing about the olives. You could've imagined Olive's disgusted face as she tasted them in her mouth. She had spit them out right on the table and screamed "OLIVES!!!" She and Sarah couldn't stop laughing that day, and from then on, she called her Olive. It soon caught on and everyone called her Olive by the end of the year. She missed those good times with Sarah.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 9:07 pm
Well then, you'll just have to tell me about it sometime then won't you? He said to Olive, thinking of how he had gotten his own nickname....
It was in the city around age 12, he had been in a back alley living at the time ..between a restuarant and a strip joint i think....He had been hunting, in his wolf form, which he normally didn't do in cities since it attracts too much unwanted attention, but he had spotted some rats and he felt like getting some excercise.
One of his friends had happened to wander in on him when he had just finished his meal and was changing back to his human form. Wolf had told his friend if he ever told anyone he would hunt him down, the friend never told, but he from that day called Adam, Wolfie, or Wolf, just to piss him off, and whenever he wa asked why he called Adam that, he said if he told them he would have to kill them. That was probably the only loyal friend Wolf had ever had....
Sorry, though Olive...I mean Kristi..but I have to go to class, hopefully I'll talk to you again sometime...
He walked over to the door and left, still thinking about his life before the school.......
((ooc: im going up to bed, i'll be back here tommorow though =D goodnight))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 9:19 pm
She smiled. "Please, call me Olive," she said as he left. She sighed. Alone again. Olive could never really keep someone talking to her. Come to think of it, though, she didn't go to any classes besides the usual math, science, etc. She hadn't signed up for any others. She wondered if they had an acting class...or club, of some sort. Anything to show people her talents of which she was so proud. It was probably the only thing about herself that she was proud of. She opened her script back to the conversation between the club owner and Trixie, reading through and oh so silently whispering to herself. She would hate to have people think she were talking to herself; she had nearly gotten sent to a mental home for that! She couldn't help it, she couldn't take her eyes of the prize. She recited the words of a broadway she had just recently seen and loved [she even sang the songs a lot!]...
"Keep your eyeball...on the Highball...in your hand! As we stumble along..."
She loved to sing that song in particular; in the song, the woman was drunk and Olive loved acting that out!
[[G'night!]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 9:52 pm
A small, red-headed brunette [She's a combination] stepped slowly and hesitantly into the large room. Her index finger had a peticularally long strand of hair twirled around it, turning to wrap and unwrap the hair around the finger. In the girl's other hand lay a bottle. A small, opaque orange, cylinder-shaped bottle with a white label that read 'Prescribed to Mei Takashi; Take two a day.'
Mei sighed and raised her hand to look at the bottle. She hated taking pills. But they kept her anger at a normal level and she hadn't tried to kill anybody yet. She sighed again. Even so... The 12-year-old looked away from the bottle to see a girl singing. Heh. Nutjob. Mei needed to stop being so rude. But she needed to get her anger out somehow. She shook her head and went to a water fountain to take a pill. When she did, the young girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Calm and nice, calm and nice..." She repeated. It was better to befriend people than to hurt their feelings. Mei walked to Olive and smiled. "Um, hi!" She said in a fake cheerful way. This was killing her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 10:10 pm
Olive smiled, slightly curious as to the bottle the girl had. "Hey," she said, putting her script down again. "I'm Olive." That was the third time she had said the phrase in one day! She was on a role! Olive remembered the first day at her old-old school. The one she loved and still very much missed. Everyone had flocked around her, and she had even sort of wished to be left alone! They were all amazed at her acting ability. Here, no one seemed to care. She had been lucky to talk to three people today. But it was a big school, and there would be more for Olive to find some other time. Her thoughts slowly drifted to the incident at the hotsprings. She shut her eyes, hoping to make it go away. She suddenly realized she'd need money to buy a new mp3player, and there had to be a way to make money here, besides....
She shuddered. NO WAY she'd resort to that.
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