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Post by cmchewning on Feb 7, 2012 21:55:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Laying around after classes was Becca's favorite thing to do, especially when she could be around a whole bunch of people that either hated her, wanted to be friends with her, or were already friends with her. It kept everything entertaining. It's better she finds her entertainment here though, rather than going out and causing trouble to get entertainment. Most of the time, even when just chilling out here, she did cause trouble. Her smug attitude seemed to rub the wrong way with a lot of people here. Oh well, they'll get over it. She does as she pleases and whoever doesn't like it, they can kiss her ass. What she tells her sister to do all the time, so if she can tell that to Megan, you can count on her saying it to anyone else. Becca laid down on the couch, throwing her legs up over the back of it, her back on the seat, and her fish-tail braid laying on the floor. Where did that remote get to? Glances around and see's it sitting on a coffee table. C'mere you... Focusing on it, she lifted it and brought it to her, catching it in her hand when it gets to her.
Flipping to the music video channel, she stared at it upside down. Music was a secret passion she had, and hardly anyone knew about it. She was the hardass who didn't care about anything like that. All she cared about was drinking and partying and tattoos. Whatever. Nobody really knew her. A familiar song came on, and she sang along quietly to it, mindlessly texting back friends and the occasional boy that texted her to flirt. Was ok with that. Enjoyed flirting. Loved it. Sometimes had too much fun with it. Becca was known for being the Academy's heartbreaker anyways. Not on purpose, just doesn't trust anyone enough to even think of starting a serious relationship. Plus, she kind of enjoyed breaking down the boys that came into a fling with her, thinking they could break her. That's funny... Maybe in another lifetime, honey. Rebecca refused to ever get close to a boy, because if she did, and they broke her heart, she would make sure their life turned out to be a living hell.
With a sigh, Rebecca closed her eyes. There wasn't anyone in this freakin' place today, and it was boring her. Her whole body itched to get up and leave, go find some trouble to get in to. Squirms a little, laying the remote on her chest. What to do... what to do... Opens eyes to stare at the TV again, watching. | [atrb=width,140]words ,441 tagged ,open! notes ,outfit! | | [cs=2] |
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Post by quinn21 on Feb 8, 2012 15:08:00 GMT -5
It was around 7 o'clock at night and she was finished making the lesson plans for the next week. As her classes were going well, she wanted to check out the school. She heard about the school's game room, she was a fan of board games. Playing them with her brothers in the free they had. Camera around her neck as she is never without her camera. Thinking there is always a time to take pictures as it captures the person. Feeling in the mood to watch a movie or just to watch T.v. . So walking down the stairs as she looked around and it was like a game room, having pool. Music and T.v. She never had a t.v. since living on a farm, but she always liked to watch t..v and couldn't resist a good movie. Walking closer to the t.v. as she noticed that someone was laying on the couch and she could tell that they looked bored. "Hello, my name is Kathleen but you can call me Kat or Kate. Do you mind, if I join you. I was hoping to watch a movie since it's been a long time since i watched a movie or t.v." She said with a friendly expression. Outfit www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=43490354 |
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Mar 1, 2012 19:44:22 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
It was a whole new semester, which meant one thing to Damian: new people. New people, and new classes, and a new routine to get used to. It was always hard at first, but he was bull-headed and he got through, eventually. At least he was still roomed with Shiloh, though, so there was some familiarity. Not that he'd seen the orange-eyed boy more than once or twice since the start of the term, but Radar was usually in the room when he got there.
The fact that he was spending a growing amount of time hanging out with a bird had finally driven him out to try meeting new people. Or at the very least, finding someone he knew.
Which was what led him to edging down the stairs to the first sub-level. He knew Shiloh might be down here, or his cousin - though Damian wasn't sure how interested Dan would be in talking to to him - and the long walk from the dorms to here had been good for him. ...Or something like that. It had stretched his bum leg, at least, so his limp wasn't so bad anymore, and he felt like he was more relaxed than he had been in a while.
Really, he should have known better.
He wasn't far from the bottom of the stairs, if he was reading the airwaves right, when his leg decided it was time to sit down. His right leg folded without warning, and Damian had only enough time to squawk in surprise before he pitched forward down the stairs and landed sprawled across the floor. He was so surprised, and grateful that he hadn't just killed himself, that he just spent a moment lying there and breathing hard. When he'd finally come to terms with his continued survival, he sent a breath of air around the room, hoping against hope it was empty. It wasn't.
Embarrassed, he shoved himself into a sitting position and smiled in the general direction of the TV. "Um...hello." His embarrassment was making his accent come through more strongly, and it drew up the end of his sentence like a question.
((I'm so sorry this is late! I hope it's alright, too...I can change it, if either of you want.))
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