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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 22:14:19 GMT -5
—Jason Travieso
Head tilted, Jason pondered the poetic words flowing from the girl’s lips. A thoughtful look on his face, become absent-minded, oft into his own world as the words spun in his head—trying to find the meaning behind her statement. He valued literature, the allure and intricate words that flowed on each page-after-page—it was his mother who taught him to cherish the written word.
Jason smiles blandly, “easy there Ponyboy, in all your eloquence. There’s only so much of the same sunset that we can see, our two worlds aren’t so different after all.1 Every flower comes from the same godforsaken earth, and every flower must wilt one day. The ones who haven’t been picked continue to enjoy the sunshine.” His gaze lingered on her freckles, counting silently.
His face slips back into seriousness as he pulls a book off the shelf, turning it over to read the blurb on the back, dryly changing the subject. “I never caught your name; and I’m sure you don’t want to be referred as ‘library girl’ forever, princesa.”
1A play on the quote “Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.” from S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 22:20:49 GMT -5
[ when did my character become a poetic piece of trash on the sidewalk. because i sure as heck didn't realize he could hold a conversation about flowers but apparently i'm mistaken with this garbage can ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 22:25:11 GMT -5
xσxσJα∂є, school let out lol
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 22:26:12 GMT -5
(Dammit...Ofcourse I wouldnt realize this *flops into pillow* I'm such a dead fish today. Maybe you should start)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 22:27:14 GMT -5
{It's okay, I've been the same way lol}
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 22:39:30 GMT -5
(You wanna start and I'll go off of yours?)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 22:41:37 GMT -5
{Yeah that's fine. Give me a minute to type it up}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 22:53:12 GMT -5
xσxσJα∂єMacKenzie was deeply regretting going to the art room like how she did a moment ago. She was still a bit shaken from the recent events that had taken place. But how was Mackenzie supposed to know what was supposed to to happen? She would go into the art room every day after school, and most people greeted her in a friendly way. But she had started off this afternoon terribly, by interrupting Kahil and starting a fight between Bryony and Kahil. At least, she assumed it was her fault, but at this point her head was so clouded with thoughts she didn't want to think about it anymore. If there was one thing Mackenzie hated above most things, it was drama. And she felt that now her and Kahil would have beef with each other. Mackenzie's eyes were downcast, and grip on her art box was so tight it turned her knuckles white. And she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't look at where she was going until it was too late. She had walked straight into someone. And she didn't realize who it was until she looked up: Logan. Mackenzie's cheeks went a to a bright pink color and her eyes were wide. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and..." she trailed off again and then sighed, "I'm an idiot."
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 23:02:44 GMT -5
Logan glanced down at her in surprise, his phone dropping from his hand to the floor when she walked into him. He quickly swooped down and grabbed his phone before offering her a small smile. "Hey, no worries. I wasn't exactly paying attention either."he said lightly, glancing over her. "You alright?"he asked, noticing how flustered she was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 23:09:40 GMT -5
MacKenzie wanted to dance in celebration that at least she did not break his phone in her clumsiness. Although, she shouldn't get her hopes up, by the way things were going, that would happen pretty soon as well. Mackenzie's gaze shifted from between the floor and Logan's face. He seemed to genuinely accept her apology, which was something Kahil lacked in doing. Even when she went through all the trouble of picking up the beads...Mackenzie had to take a deep breath internally as to not become angry and focus on what was happening now. She bit her lip and tucked a loose strand of hair back into place. "If I'm being honest, I haven't been having the greatest afternoon." Mackenzie shrugged, trying to stay nonchalant about it. But it was easier said than done.
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 23:15:58 GMT -5
Logan chuckled lightly,"yeah...seems like it."he said, running a hand back through his hair, assuming she probably wouldn't want to talk about it. "You need a hand with that?"he asked, nodding at the art box she carried. He watched her curiously, realizing he hadn't really noticed her before. And he wasn't particularly sure if she was a Junior or a Sophmore. "I'm Logan, by the way"he held out a hand to shake hers.
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 23:36:40 GMT -5
I don't think there's an official thing for extra curricular activities, but Could i have (if it's okay) Christian and Logan in football, Caroline in cheer, and Tate in track and well, dance (as a hobby)?)
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Post by shades on Jan 31, 2017 0:04:16 GMT -5
tw: drug reference, child neglect, allusion to panic/anxiety
—Timothy Grayson
Timothy always went home right after school, very little exceptions detoured him from his destination. Them being mostly academic (the library) or an even rarer self-indulgence (the café). That said, he was lying on his bed in the dying light of the evening as the bright screen of his phone occupied his time until he came to realize, between idiotic videos, the silence that bathed the overly large house he lived in. A frequent sense of dread washes over the young man as he jackknifes up, nearly sprinting through the dark hallway to a familiar room, throwing the door open where usually his mother and father, Jackson and Elizabeth Grayson reside. Only for the room to be swallowed by emptiness as cold familiarity washes over Timothy and the memory from two days ago strikes his brain—they had left for an overseas business trip for a week (or two). Leaving Timothy as the “man of the house” as Jackson would state fondly, and his mother would remind him that Caroline—a rather elderly maid turned grandmother—would check up on him in the middle of the week. His older brother, James, was relishing in the freedom of college and made “no promises” of returning that weekend to visit.
He bit the inside of his cheek, closing the door.
Normally, any insensible teenager would call their friends, raid the liquor cabinet; or perhaps go outside in the world, shoot the syringe and pray they found their way home in their high. However, Timothy Grayson was exactly the opposite, slipping on regular converse and a warm red jacket, he exited the house and locked the door behind him. He produced a pair of earbuds, finding a modest volume as one of his playlists produced a rumbling guitar solo, and the lyrics to a Fall Out Boy song began to tune out the world.
Thankfully it wasn’t a far walk into the middle of the city, with an acceptable amount of people walking around him—taking little-to-no note of the firmly upper-class living Timothy was a product of. He kept his head down, and his soft, quiet voice once in a while producing the mannerisms of “excuse me” and “sorry” with no dead set destination in mind, and a lack of authority to harangue him to come home and stay safe. In simple terms, he was a mindless wanderer to the ever populated city of Seattle.
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Post by shades on Jan 31, 2017 0:06:16 GMT -5
[ i just really wanted to post that. i wrote that two days ago and i just really wanted to post a timothy starter ]
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Rainbow
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✿ spring has sprung ✿
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Post by ʟız on Jan 31, 2017 7:16:53 GMT -5
—Jason Travieso
Head tilted, Jason pondered the poetic words flowing from the girl’s lips. A thoughtful look on his face, become absent-minded, oft into his own world as the words spun in his head—trying to find the meaning behind her statement. He valued literature, the allure and intricate words that flowed on each page-after-page—it was his mother who taught him to cherish the written word.
Jason smiles blandly, “easy there Ponyboy, in all your eloquence. There’s only so much of the same sunset that we can see, our two worlds aren’t so different after all.1 Every flower comes from the same godforsaken earth, and every flower must wilt one day. The ones who haven’t been picked continue to enjoy the sunshine.” His gaze lingered on her freckles, counting silently.
His face slips back into seriousness as he pulls a book off the shelf, turning it over to read the blurb on the back, dryly changing the subject. “I never caught your name; and I’m sure you don’t want to be referred as ‘library girl’ forever, princesa.”
1A play on the quote “Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.” from S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders
The girl smiled, looking at him and then at the book he put back. She peeked over at it again and smiled at his reference(I loved that book and movie). "I agree with that statement about those flowers, but my beliefs are also different from yours. Maybe the sunset is different in perspective but not in time." She smiled and put a hand over her chest. "Well, I wouldn't mind the other nick name you mentioned." Eliza had been called princess before, but by her father before he started working all the time. She missed him, but got used to it after a while. Taking her mind out of her thoughts, Eliza examined the books in her hands and looked at him again, remembering why she had the one on top. She looked at some other ones lower on the shelf, squatting down and checking if Jason was still there every few moments.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 8:35:42 GMT -5
MacKenzie already knew who Logan was, he didn't need to introduce himself. However, he didn't know her. One could say Mackenzie had a little crush on Logan, but she didn't really have the guts to make the first move, or flirt, or talk to him in general. It seemed to be an answered prayer though that she crashed into Logan today. She needed it after the art class. Mackenzie reached out her hand to shake his and then looked down to realize she was using the wrong hand. "Wait, hold up." She laughed nervously and then switched which hand was holding her art box. She shook his hand, this time with the correct hand, "Oh, I'm Mackenzie by the way." She grinned sheepishly, "and help would be nice actually."
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 31, 2017 10:23:13 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you too,"Logan smiled, reaching out to carry her box as she accepted his help. "I haven't seen you around before...are you new?"he asked her, casting a sideways glance at her, eyebrows a little furrowed as he tried to see if he recognized her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 12:27:27 GMT -5
Mackenzie shook her head, "No I'm not new. Well, not that new. My dad was PCSed here about two years ago so we - my mother and I - moved with him." PCS stood for Permanent Change of Station, and although they are never permanent moves, he was stationed to Joint Base Lewis-Mc Chord. It was last year when he was sent on his last deployment in Iraq. But Mackenzie wasn't going to fill him in on that, it really wasn't any of his business. "I think we actually have English together if I'm not mistaken?" Mackenzie began to walk towards the exit of the school, she didn't have time to talk in the hallway, and she doubted he did either.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 31, 2017 14:50:36 GMT -5
xσxσJα∂є Please make sure that your posts don't remain that size and that you use proper grammar.
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 31, 2017 15:23:26 GMT -5
(Sorry, I'll work on it)
Logan face-palmed mentally, as she mentioned their shared English class, realizing he did recognize her. He felt more than a little stupid that he hadn't realized it earlier. But that's how it usually was with him; he would be in his own world or paying more attention to his group of friends, mostly oblivious to others. He didn't do it to separate himself from others. It was a subconcious thing. "English! Right. I'm sorry. Man, I feel like a complete jerk for not realizing it,"Logan cast an apologetic glance at her as they stepped into the parking lot.
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Post by shades on Jan 31, 2017 17:39:51 GMT -5
[ my ex dropped off Christmas gifts and a note on my doorstep saying he missed me and wished me luck and I just saw him today and I just, cringed cause he just was watching me and didn't talk to me. Ugh. I get the not talking but the watching was A+ creepy ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 31, 2017 17:51:48 GMT -5
Hey considering that I don't have to work today I'm open to rp if anyone has an available character! Also I think I may make a teacher character perhaps lol))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 31, 2017 19:16:10 GMT -5
hey guys, won't be on for a while more but I will definitely be on tonight
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 31, 2017 21:31:07 GMT -5
hello my dudes I am here!
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Post by shades on Jan 31, 2017 21:37:45 GMT -5
[ yo. I've been kinda working on homework and I think it's time to be done. It's not due until next week ]
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Post by intentional on Jan 31, 2017 21:37:58 GMT -5
wazzup my dudeeee )
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 31, 2017 21:44:10 GMT -5
shades that sounds like a good idea. also, really sorry to hear about that awkward situation with your ex o3o intentional hello loverly. I'll be replying to Spencer after I get my backpack organized lmao
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 31, 2017 21:51:30 GMT -5
robin it's alright, love. if you want you can PM me and vent/talk.
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