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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:07 pm
 Why was stuff like this always happening to her? she asked as she sat outside in the garden of the school. It was quite late at night but she needed some air, some time to clear her mind. She was wearing her long black silk dressing gown. However on this cold night it did not help much. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked out across the fields and beyond the gates. Why could she not sleep. What was bothering her. She did not understand. She sighed and started to walk back into the school trying not to wake anyone. She thought she might go and visit Grayson. He said she could come and see him whenever she needed him. However as soon as she got to his door she walked away. She thought it was not a good idea to bother him at this time. So there was was walking back through the guys dorm to go to her own. However she started to feel a little weak. So she sat down for a while hugging her legs. She felt... lost.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 6:27 pm
Sleep, wake up, go to school, go to practice, find time to eat, haunt the library studying lines from Chekov and Ibsen. Wash, rinse, repeat. Somewhere in there there was homework to be done, too. It wasn't that Trace was getting frustrated with life at Barren Pines, just that it was running him a bit ragged.
It was way too late at night to just now be getting home and yet here he was, staggering in like a zombie, his book back slung over his shoulder like a heavy load. All he wanted to do was take a hot shower and go to bed and yet-
And yet there was a girl crouched in front of his door. A girl with hair like a clove of garlic, although she fortunately did not smell, or at least he couldn't when compared to the overwhelming smell of cat that drifted from Sue's room at all hours of the day.
"Ha-" Trace began, and stopped himself. That was not a polite nickname and he refused to use it. "Alease," he said. "Is there something horrible locked in my room that you are protecting me from, or did you just desperately need to see my handsome face?"
The words were a joke, but the tone of voice was dead tired.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 7:39 am
"Nah... this place does not smell as much as the girls dorm. You can choke on the fumes..."
She stated with a nervous smile as she looked over at Trace, then realized she was probably blocking his door and jumped to her feet Holding her hands in front of her and looking at the floor.
"Why do you have something in there that you should be scared off... week old socks... killer dust bunnies... you know... stuff like that."
She chuckled rubbing the back of her head seeing the whole situation quite embarrassing.
"I was not waiting for you... I promise its just... well you know it was where I landed... I just wanted to go for a walk... could not sleep... at all."
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:36 am
"It's full of dead bodies," said Trace very seriously. "Dozens of them. They're an excellent source of protein. Of course there's nothing in there." Normally he would have been nicer to her, but he was Dead Tired tonight. He brushed past her and started unlocking the door.
"The stairs are that way," he said, pointing down the hall.
"Good night, Alease."
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:14 am
Alease shivered slightly.
"That would not surprise me, I thought there was a reason the guys where always the smellier ones..." She smiled not really meaning to make any offense just was just one of her off hand comments.
"Just a question though, You know I prefer the name Harlot. Its on my bags, on my jacket and everyone else calls me it, why do you make sure to say Alease with such empathy when ever you see me o.O?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:28 am
"Because," said Trace, who would much rather have shut the door in her face and been done with it, "If you had not been asleep in English since the third grade, you would know that Harlot is Shakespearean slang for Skank."
"Now, if you would prefer I called you Skank every time I saw you, that's perfectly fine, but I'd rather call you by your real name." He was reminded of his mother and how, whenever she passed girls dressed trashy at the supermarket she would demand-
"Don't you respect yourself?" he asked, and began to close the door. "Good night, Alease."
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 12:21 am
Alease would just not stand here for this, if there was one thing she hated it was people stating that annoying fact around her last name, in saying that you where offending her family, her heritage, her history and a huge part of all her life. Anyone who knew her knew she was a girl who was in anything nervous around men, more like scared. She knew her last name was... unfortunate. However she had respect for it and if everyone called her Harlot she was honoured to be quite frank. She was NOT going to just stand here and do nothing.
"Good Night"
She said coldly as he walked away.
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