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Post by izzy on May 29, 2012 3:11:08 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC The thing about mornings is that they start early. Far too early if you were to ask a certain female that went by the name of Logan Grace Hudson. To say she hated mornings was an understatement, the girl absolutely despised them. Getting up was just so... awful. So, you might ask, why bother getting up? Especially on weekends such as these, most people can afford the luxury of sleeping in. And so she could sleep till noon if she wanted. Yes and no. Usually, that was what would happen, especially given that she liked to stay up late, and then she would sleep in to compensate. This was what happened regularly, but there were always days when she would wake up earlier by herself and not be able to sleep any more. And today, this particular Saturday happened to be one of those days. Her body had woken her up far too early for her likings and the sunlight that came from the window hit her right in the face, making it hard to go back to sleep. She was the one to blame for not closing the blinds.
She rolled around in her bed again, in a feeble attempt to go back to sleep, but it was of no avail. Sighing, she tossed the sheets aside and swung her legs out of her bed, her feet coming in contact with the hard wooded floors of the room. Stretching like a cat, Logan dragged her feet as she moved about her dorm room, trying to decided whether she would eat or take a shower first. The idea of showering seemed to win the battle, and she steered herself towards the bathroom as quietly as she could, so as not to wake her roommates. The cold water seemed to shake the last remains of sleep of her brain, and she felt much better once she stepped outside to get dressed.
Now that she was neither sleepy nor annoyed at the early hour she had woken up, the thought of going for a run crossed her mind. Lately, she hadn't had much time to do some regular training, and she was feeling she was getting out of shape. So she might as well use the extra hours she had just gained to actually do something productive. With that in mind, the female grabbed her running attire and a water bottle and quietly exited the dorm room and headed towards the track field. The advantage of waking this early was that normally the tracks weren't being used, all the better. Nothing would ruin her mood like having to share the space with someone else. Getting ready, the female turned on her ipod and gently tucked the earbuds in her ears. As soon as maroon 5's tangled came up, she began to run, oblivious to the world around her.
WORDS 476 TAGGED ANYONE NOTES INTROS. MY ONE TRUE ENEMY OUTFIT HERE TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jun 29, 2012 5:37:27 GMT -5
 Last night had the potential to be one of the worst nights that Jackie had ever spent at Silas Academy. The medium had been kept up all night by two argumentative ghosts that for some arcane reason decided that Jackie’s room was the perfect place for them to quarrel. Despite her several angry threats and demands for them to leave, the two kept at it for hours until finally, at three in the morning, Jackie donned a parka before storming out of the girl’s dormitories. Half asleep and flooded with anger, the medium found herself headed towards the stadium and decided that a night sleeping under the stars wouldn’t be so bad. Jackie would soon learn that bleachers are not comfortable to sleep on.
The sound of a pair of feet pounding on the track welcomed the medium to the new day. Well, she wasn’t quite ready to wake up, especially this early in the morning and after spending over half the night trying to ignore a couple of incorporeal morons. Her eyes were bloodshot when finally they peeled open and she immediately sat up, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight as she tried to locate the runner that had awoken her. A pair of hazel eyes narrowed in on a lone runner on the track, an unfamiliar face, but one that was now marked as an “enemy” to Jackie. No one prematurely wakes up Jacquelyn King without facing her wrath.
Jackie tossed off her black parka, which she had been using as a blanket, before getting to her feet and descending the stairs from the bleachers and heading out towards the track. Clad in a pair of boxer shorts adorned with hearts with images Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor, a simple blue long sleeve shirt, and a pair of green dragon slippers, Jackie looked straight up ridiculous. But she didn’t care. At the moment, the only thing on her mind was confronting the girl that woke her up. The medium casually strolled onto the track and stopped in the lane the girl was running in and turned to face the direction she would be coming from.
With dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep and her hair a mess, Jackie was a sight to see, especially with the way she was dressed. As the runner drew closer, Jackie crossed her arms as she glowered at the girl, standing directly in her path and looking at her as if she were actually the one in Jackie’s way, instead of the other way around. The medium was hoping that the girl wasn’t going to make herself an easy target, like many of the other students at Silas tended to do with Jackie. Jackie enjoyed conflict and had plenty of pent up frustration that needed to be unleashed on someone.
Word count: 475
Outfit: hehe
Lyrics: Demons by Imagine Dragons
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Post by izzy on Jul 4, 2012 16:43:01 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC Logan was the kind of person who hoped to achieve the most with the smallest amount of effort possible. Her whole life was ruled by a simple statement 'if it's enough to pass, don't try any harder'. Therefore, it wasn't likely to see the girl having a particular interest in any sort of activity. Because that would mean she had to put some genuine effort into something. During her entire highschool career, the female had never joined a single club or extra-curricular activity. Even though she did quite well in sports, and she was interested in the majority of them, Logan had a grave problem. The girl was severely lacking in discipline. Which was, after all, a key point to maintaining a training schedule. If she ever happened to gather the will to even join a club or a team, she wouldn't last very long. So why bother in the first place.
But back to the matter at hand. At one point in her life, Logan had actually though she could keep a training schedule. Meaning, she had actually planned to run every day. And that had gone well… She had lasted one week before deciding she had better things to do with her time than waste it running. So, her awesome running schedule had been converted to a run-whenever-you-have-the-chance schedule. Meaning she hardly ever run. That didn’t mean the female didn’t enjoy it, quite the opposite actually. But she generally didn't feel like doing it. And when she finally mustered the will to go for a jog, she'd rather do it on her own. she simply didn't want to have to deal with company.
so far today, the school had decided to leave her blissfully alone (or maybe it was from the early hours), and the female couldn't be more glad. She picked up her pace, and her leg muscles complained in return, no longer used to this kind of pace, and especially not right after she had woken up. yet, the female paid them no heed, and pushed on - she was curious as too see how long she could take. however, it seemed that it wasn't today that she'd be able to see that, as she noticed someone stalking towards the racing track, in a rather ridiculous garb, and place herself right in the middle of her path. the female frowned a bit at this, wondering why the other girl was doing such a thing. Better yet, why did she look so pissed off about something?
At first, Logan intended to sidestep the other girl, and ignore her presence in the field so that she could carry on with her running. But in the end, curiosity took the best of her and she slowed her run to stop, a few feet from the other girl. She pulled out the earbuds and swung the chord around her neck, so as to prevent it from dangling and cocked an eyebrow at the stranger. "Can I help you with something?" she asked, a hint of annoyance lacing her voice.
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jul 17, 2012 4:35:22 GMT -5
As the girl drew closer and closer, Jackie’s expression grew darker and darker. The medium recognized the girl from the dorms, she seemed like a girl that Jackie would despise. But then again, what girl did Jackie not despise? She was glad that posing as an obstacle served its purpose and caused the girl to stop. Now all she had to do was make the other girl leave and Jackie could get back to her spot on the bleachers and finish snoozing. The medium stared silently at the runner as she came to a stop and took out her ear phones, her bloodshot eyes alight with impatience. At the girl’s question, Jackie scoffed in feigned disbelief, as if the girl should already know the answer.
“Actually you can.” There was a sharpness to her tired voice as she started, her irritation saturating the words that left her mouth. “You can start by walking your scrawny ass off this field and out of that gate. And while you’re at it, it would really be nice if you could tell any other idiot planning to wake me up by stomping around the track to just stay the hell away!” As her voice grew louder, Jackie’s temper continued to flare. There was something about the way the girl’s eyebrow was cocked and the tone of her voice that just ticked Jackie off. Of course Jackie knew that the stadium was intended for exercise and not for sleeping, but the medium didn’t care what it was intended for.
“Jackie Jackie Jackie. Always so riled up and jumping down people’s throats. When will you give it a break?” Completely forgetting about the problematic girl in front of her, Jackie whirled and turned to see Gared, one of Jackie’s many ghostly nuisances, standing on the track a few feet behind her, stretching as if he were about to go for a jog himself. “Did you get a goodnight’s rest Jackie? You sure looked tense earlier this morning when you left Vincent and I in your room. Were we bothering you?” Nothing could make this morning any worse than it already was, and that thought alone set something off within Jackie.
“GO AWAY!” She screamed, knowing that there was nothing she could do physically to make the ghost leave. That was what she hated the most about them. She could throw as many punches as she wanted and try to wring as many of their necks as she could, but all she would touch was air. Ghosts weren’t as easily dealt with as humans, and it was with that very thought that Jackie turned back around to try to get rid of the girl first. Once she was gone she would figure out what to do with Gared. Impatient as ever, Jackie forcefully grabbed the girl by her arm and began to tow her towards the gates to the stadiums. “You’d better be gone by the time I’ve finished taking out the trash Gared,” she called over her shoulder in as threatening a voice the tired medium could muster.
Word count: 512
Outfit: hehe
Lyrics: Demons by Imagine Dragons
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