Aly Tail
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Post by Aly Tail on Aug 9, 2008 18:50:38 GMT -5
Aly saw that he was amused by her aunt's tupperware party. Or was it something else? She held in a smile that showed through as a smirk, "I'm not joking! They're horrible! 'Ave ya ever been to one? Ya just sit there and talk abou'...containers!" her voice went low and she frowned at the word 'containers', "Honestly, Tyr...and after they've finished talking abou' containers...they buy 'em...and then talk abou' 'aving another party!" she placed her palm to her forehead, remembering all the parties she would have to sit through as a kid, with her Auntie Sally. Her mother or father, for that matter, had never been interested in things like this. They were interested in surfing, rock climbing, scuba diving, fishing, mountain biking, dirt biking, sky diving you name it, they'd do it! This was how Aly had first gotten involved with surfing. She occasionally go scuba diving a rock climbing with them but she wasn't a crazy dare devil or really interested in killing herself. She was a bit of a clutz and if she ever did anything wrong...she'd end up like... her mother and her father.
Tyr turned to face her and began to speak as he bent down. He stood holding something out to her. It looked familiar. A black pen with a yellow lid. She smiled, feeling dumb, "Oh...thank-you." she said looking from the pen up to Tyr, before taking it and sliding it in her backpocket.
"Mathematics, Functions and such. What is your following subject? Is it the same way?" Tyr responded to her earlier question. He had math next? Maybe he had math with her! That would be so cool! It was always nice to have a friend in your class. "I 'ave math too," she looked over at their English teacher. She wasn't much of a teacher. She couldn't even control the class today. Hopefully the other teachers would be better, "After that I have history and then art." Her eyes slowly drifted over to Eli wondering what classes he would be having next. It didn't seem like he was having a very good start to his day today. She wanted to go up to him and give him a hug.
Her eyes quickly looked away from him and she took a few steps towards the door then looked back at Tyr, hoping he wished to walk with her. If he didn't, that would be fine. She was used to walking the halls alone.
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Post by Tyr X on Aug 15, 2008 10:56:05 GMT -5
"I'm not joking! They're horrible! 'Ave ya ever been to one?" she asked. He shook his head 'No' but it was clear she wasn't listening to him as she continued on with her sentence. "Ya just sit there and talk abou'...containers!" He laughed at her great despise of containers. The way she spoke the word with pure coldness and the way it fell from her tongue stunned him slightly. Where was his flawless angel at this time? Something gnawed at his heart- Jareth. Brothers are bound to be alike and he knew that Aly was the one- just by the way she said 'Containers'. "Honestly, Tyr...and after they've finished talking abou' containers...they buy 'em...and then talk abou' 'aving another party!" she placed her palm to her forehead.
He swallowed and watched her move. They stood in silence for a brief moment until he spoke. His voice filled with such innocence and wonder even he didn't recognize his own sentence-
"And what if I want to go the next time?"
"Oh...thank-you." she said in reply to the pen she had dropped. He watched her slide it into her back pocket and smiled- something so small had an amazing advantage. Of course, now it looked strange to have a lump on your Gluteus Maximus with the tip of a pen sticking out.
"I 'ave math too," she told him and glanced over to their English teacher. Tyr looked as well and narrowed his eyes at her. What a shame for a teacher. Perhaps this acting project would be easier than he thought. "After that I have history and then art." Her eyes slowly drifted to Elijah as Tyr noted when he followed the gaze. Jealousy rose and he felt his face flush into a cherry anger. Clamping his teeth together, the silence seemed everlasting until he noticed she had taken a few steps towards the door.
Reaching down, he picked up his backpack and slung it over his right shoulder. Grasping his Shakespear project in his left hand he walked over to Aly. They would walk and continue they conversation in the hallway.
"Perhaps we're in the same class, who's your teacher?"
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Aly Tail
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Post by Aly Tail on Sept 13, 2008 19:06:42 GMT -5
Silence lingered around them for a brief moment until he spoke up, "And what if I want to go the next time?"
Her eyes opened wider and she stared at him for a moment before smiling. He couldn't be serious... could he? The question had taken her so off gaurd. There was no way Tyr liked tupperware. What so interesting about it? They were just containers, she loved them just as much as her auntie Sally. But to go so far as to actually hold parties for containers? Really. She just liked that you didn't have to pack your lunches in bags and ruin the environment.
Yes...she was an environmentalist of sorts.
"Well..." her voice trailed off slightly, "Do ya really like tupperware tha' much? Cause if ya do, just come to my house friday, ya can see wot it's all abou'." she said, her voice had softened as she dreaded the fact of having a friend over at her Auntie Sally's tupperware party. It was such a big joke. But, she did like the food that was served, that was bonus.
She stood just outside the door waiting for him to come, seeing that his face was slightly flustered.
"Perhaps we're in the same class, who's your teacher?" She stood for a moment in silence, trying to think what her teachers name was. She hadn't really gotten to know all of them yet. She'd only been here for half a year and then this year to figure them all out.
Students hurried their way out the door, glad to be away from the dreadful english class. Most of them were headed to the cafeteria. A lot of people seemed to stop there between classes to get a drink or a cookie or muffin. She would too, though fear welled up inside her of being late. She hated to put on a bad reputation, even if it was just once.
"I honestly don't know the teachers name. I think it's a male though. It's in room 160, academic class." she shrugged, not feeling at all a help to him, but that was all she knew.
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Post by Elijah Burnham on Sept 26, 2008 20:33:06 GMT -5
"This here would be Taro, and I'm Mitsu! Pleasure to meet you Eli! How was your summer, no doubt it was terribly fun. Mine wasn't so great, but what do you expect it to be with family gatherings all summer. You never get any rest! Gah! So many people, I could hardly take it. Do you have any siblings? I happen to have..."
The words just seemed to pour over Eli. The boy’s voice, Mitsu, had started out clearly, but now it seemed to fade; the words combining as one. Eli’s eyes stared at his face, mainly focusing on his moving lips. He knew he was talking, but his brain was simply not registering the words. It was like watching a movie on mute; not very interesting to watch mind you. And he wasn’t having any luck lip reading either. Goodness, this kid was still talking. What was he talking about anyway? Some of his facial expressions might mean that he was happy or excited. Or maybe he was just rambling. That was probably it. I mean, who would talk so long about something and still make sense?
This entire class was a waste of time; a big joke. He wasn’t particularly fond of Shakespeare. The plays were so predictable and boring. And who wanted to read a play anyway? Shouldn’t they be watching it? What was their scene anyway? Looking down at the Rome and Juliet page he realized he had no idea what scene they were supposed to do. Was it on the board? What page was it on anyway? All he knew was that there was some guy and some girl who fell in love with each other, but couldn’t stay together because their families hated each other with a passion. Then Juliet dies, but not really, and Romeo is so heartbroken that he kills himself. Juliet then follows after finding his dead body; a load of rubbish if you asked him. It was a tragic tale of love. If the two families had just gotten over their own egos neither of the teens would have died. That’s human nature for you I suppose.
And then there was the issue with Aly and that guy. Tyr. Who did he think he was anyways? He was a joke. Acting all high and mighty, spouting Shakespeare and wooing her. His grip tightened ever more on the wooden pencil as his eyes glared daggers at Tyr. Jealousy was not a good thing. It never had and never would be. God, he didn’t even know the girl all that well, but his blood was boiling just watching them. Their hands had brushed and stayed there. And Aly had enjoyed it! She didn’t move away. Oh no. What had she done instead of swatting him away? She’d blushed! Bloody blushed!
“…very short scene. Nearly two pages. However there are five characters to begin with, then two leave and one enters. There are two girls, so the unfortunate side is that one of us must be a girl, as well as LaDon."
“A’m not bein’ a bloody girl,” he said thickly still seething. His arms were crossed now as he sat slouched in his seat. Maybe he’d just skip out the rest of the day and maybe go for an ice lolly. That would cool him down. Maybe. Most likely not. No. What would definitely cool him would be to plant his fist in that smug bloke’s face.
Eli’s eyes watched as the pair stood, chatting and looking like a couple of kids in Elementary school talking to their crushes. The pencil snapped then ,pieces of the soft wood flying in the air. I thought another word to his group members, Elijah stood quickly, back pack slung over his shoulder, broken pencil left behind on the desk.
"I 'ave math too. After that I have history and then art.”
Those words were meant for Tyr but Eli had caught them all the same. Math. What a coincidence. Same class he had next. He gritted his tethe and made his way towards the pair, a fake smile plastered on his face.
“’Ello Aly,” he said standing with the two. “So how’s yer project going? Is it just you and ‘im?” He asked motioning towards Tyr. “Ya know, Ah couldn’t help but overhearing that yer next class is Math. Funny how we’re in th’ same classes, huh? We can all go together,” Eli continued talking, his mood appearing quite friendly and chipper. He had managed to put himself between Tyr and Aly. Separate Aly from crow boy;
Check.
“Shall we be on our way then?” He asked looking over at Aly. “A’m not really looking forward to math, but since we’re in th’ same class it’ll be a thousand times easier ta sit through,” he said as the hall began to crowd with yapping students. “A’m looking forward to Friday; Just the two of us and our boards. It’ll be great. The sand under our toes, nothing but our swimming suits and the water as our cover. Ah haven’t gone surfin’ in some time, so Ah’m sure it’ll be an incredible time.”
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Aly Tail
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Post by Aly Tail on Oct 24, 2008 20:10:07 GMT -5
She heard a very familiar voice. Too familiar, really. It almost sounded like that voice that always rung in her ear when she was at work. Loud.
But it wasn’t exactly loud this time. It was more calm, less rushed and friendly.
“’Ello Aly,” he said standing next to her and Tyr. “So how’s yer project going? Is it just you and ‘im?” He asked motioning towards Tyr. She smiled, looking up at the giraffe-like boy. Eli. They were great friends. Giggle buddies maybe. She didn't really know what to call there relationship. She loved talking to him, simply because his responses were usually so blunt. Although blunt people could get annoying, sometimes it was really what people needed to hear.
“Ya know, Ah couldn’t help but overhearing that yer next class is Math. Funny how we’re in th’ same classes, huh? We can all go together,” Eli continued talking.
“Oh really? Well actually, if you think abou' it, it's not that funny. There's only about seventy-five students in this entire school. Which means tha' most people will have all the same classes together. Perhaps not the extra classes..but the main ones anyways," Her voice trailed off as she looked out the door.
"You ‘ave math next too though? Tha’s great! We should all sit together!” she said, smiling brightly, looking from Eli to Tyr, then back to Eli.
“Shall we be on our way then?” he asked and she nodded, taking hold of Tyr’s hand before heading out the door, it was warm against her cool hand, “A’m not really looking forward to math, but since we’re in th’ same class it’ll be a thousand times easier ta sit through,”
Aly frowned, “Ah don’t really see ‘ow us three being in the same class could make it that much easier to sit through..but alrigh’.” She glanced over at Tyr and rose a brow, confused. She didn't even think that Eli knew Tyr. But maybe she was wrong. Who knew, they could be best buds. She smiled, mentally. No. Probably not.
“A’m looking forward to Friday.” she heard Eli say from beside her. She gazed around at the small number of students walking slowly to their next class.
“Hmm, me too! Ah can’t wait! Ah haven’t gone surfin' in years!" she looked over at Tyr again, "Do you surf?" she inquired, trying to include him in on their conversation of surfing. Not to mention she was genuinely curious to know if he did. Likely...he did not surf.
Eli interrupted, he seemed to be doing that a lot. Or..maybe he just wasn't listening to anything else..Who knew, "Just the two of us and our boards. It’ll be great. The sand under our toes, nothing but our swimming suits and the water as our cover. Ah haven’t gone surfin’ in some time, so Ah’m sure it’ll be an incredible time.”
"Course it will," Aly said, looking out the doors at the end of the hall. The sky was really bright and sunny, "Huh, lookit tha'!" she said, pointing to the doors, "The sun is out! There's a first, in a while." she smiled softly, "Hopefully the weather'll be nice on Friday!"
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Post by Elijah Burnham on Oct 24, 2008 21:32:57 GMT -5
They. Were. Holding. Hands. Aly and…that beastly git. His eyes remained fixed on the two hands enclosed around the other. Aly had grabbed his hand. She’d grabbed the blooming arse’s hand! When had she gotten so chummy with the wanker? Had they really gotten so close without him noticing? What were they a bloody couple now? Eli could feel his blood boiling, fists clenched tightly, nails digging into the palms of his hands. Clearly this git with the crows had gotten to Aly first. How long had they been so close to each other? He knew that Aly wasn’t much of a touchy feely person, so it clearly meant that something was up between the two. Either that or she had feelings for crow boy. And here Eli had believed that she actually liked him.
“So,” he began, his voice laced with poison, “When did this happen exactly?” He asked through clenched teeth. “Ah mean where ah come from holding hangs means you’re practically hitched,” he said, arms going up in the air as he fumed. “Thanks for the blooming memo,” he continued, feeling himself shake. “Ah’ll be sure to get ya a lovely gift.”
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Post by Aly Tail on Oct 24, 2008 22:40:11 GMT -5
As she continued to look out the doors her hopes were completely dropped. The sky was suddenly dark and gloomy, as if it were nighttime and a lightning bolt struck down in front of the school. Thunder rolled in like a barrel of fresh picked onions. Good weather never lasted long.
“So,” Eli began, his voice laced with poison, “When did this happen exactly?” He asked through clenched teeth. Aly frowned, pulling her hand from her pocket to brush some strands of hair from her face. What on earth was he talking about? The weather? Cause that was odd.
“Ah mean where ah come from holding hands means you’re practically hitched,” he said, arms going up in the air as he said this. Aly looked down at hers and Tyr's hugging hands. Her mouth forming the word 'oh' as some realization came over her. She let go of Tyr's hand, several shades of red covering her cheeks. She looked up at his face, which was mostly hidden, and half smirked before turning back to Eli.
Why was he taking their holding of the hands so seriously? It wasn't like it really mattered. Her hands were always cold and, Tyr was just used to holding her hand by this point and time. And... Her stomach flipped over once as she looked at his angered face. Eli didn't actually... They were good friends. Best friends, in her world. There couldn't be anything more...could there?
“Thanks for the blooming memo,” he continued, “Ah’ll be sure to get ya a lovely gift.” With that said he stormed away down the hall, his long legs carrying him quickly towards the schools front entrance doors. Was he leaving the school?
She looked at tyr, apologetically and said, "Sorry, you go to class. Ah think ah 'ave to sort something out with my dear friend..." her voice trailed off as she looked back towards the disappearing boy, "I'll see you later 'en?" She looked him over and wanted to hug the quiet boy, but decided against it.
She rapidly walked towards the door and pushed it open. Eli was just walking down the steps. The rain was coming down very lightly, but the sky was a deadly black and purple hue. The lightning created flashes of green across the sky. She stood just outside the door for a moment, staring up at the sky. Her knees began to shake and she found her feet glued to the ground.
Why had she run out here again? Her eyes spun around looking for a reason. Normaly if it was storming she headed to the cellar and stayed there until Sally said it was okay to come up. Storms terrified her. They scared the living daylight out of her, really. They were so loud and powerful.
Emerald eyes caught sight of a disappearing head. This head had just went around the corner. Going...away...from..her.... But she needed that head right now. It was going to protect her..right? Instinctively she pushed herself towards the vanishing figure. She leapt down the stairs and ran around the corner, only to find a large blue...garbage can in her path.
Her knee hit it first, knocking it right over and next thing she knew she was head over heels. Around the garbage can. It was like doing a summersault. She failed miserably.
"Oh shiiiit." she moaned. She was lying on her back, looking up at the sky, with her legs resting on top of the sideways garbage can. A rumble of lightning rolled in, followed by a flash of lightning. she could faintly hear the celebratory cheers of the students inside. No doubt, the power had gone out.
She rolled over onto her side and covered her face with her hands. "Ah didn't do anything wrong..." she muttered, "Why does the weather 'ave to... One minute it's sunny then it's....It's like the weather is pmsing..." her sentences kept trailing off as she spoke. It was mindless rambling really. Just her way of trying to avoid her fear, "Where's Eli...he came out here....and...It's so cold....my hands are probably purple.....now i'll get sick from this crappy...hmmm the grass smells good."
She heard the movement of a shoe nearby and she nearly jumped to a sitting position, "Oh...Eli. Hi! Ah was wonderin' where you were!" she sounded happy to see him, but her face was no doubt, filled with worry and stress. Fear. And most likely, a blank stare from her eyes.
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Post by Elijah Burnham on Oct 25, 2008 21:03:56 GMT -5
Rain was falling, drumming on every surface, a constant, pattering sound. Eli closed his eyes, letting the sound fill him, pounding through his veins, banishing all other thoughts. He closed his eyes, anger slowly seeping out from his being. He felt safe in the rain, no prying eyes seeking him out; nothing but the water caressing his skin, lightly pattering against his body. It was a pure thing, never something to question. Clear cool liquid, washing away thoughts, washing away everything in its path, leaving things new and refreshed.
The rain slid down his spine, rolling down, soaking his already wet pants. Gooseflesh raced up and down his body from the cold, but he ignored it. His dark brown hair was plastered flat to his face, wet strands falling into his eyes.
Taking a deep breath Elijah inhaled the cool air. The moisture rushed into the back of his throat, refreshing, sharp. He shook wet hair out of his eyes, squinting into the distance. Colors were muted by the murky grey curtain of rain. Shapes blurred and merged, it was like he was alone in this world, alone with the rain beating in his ears. His anger had almost completely vanished by now, as his calm steadied breaths proved. Why had been so upset anyway? So upset as to go barging out into the rain?
Looking over his shoulder, Eli was quickly reminded. There running out of the school was Aly. She looked slightly distressed; more confused than anything. Maybe a little hurt. Good, he thought bitterly, picking up his pace. He was in no mood to speak to her right now. In fact he was in no mood to speak to anyone, period. His temper reignited then, the scene that had happened only minutes before fresh in his mind. What was worse was that Aly and Tyr had held hands earlier in class too. God, he was being stupid. Why was he getting so, so…jealous? What he wouldn’t give right now to feel that bastard’s bones crack under his fist. No sooner had Eli held the image of Tyr’s face smash and contort in pain than a deafening crack of thunder resounding. Bright flashes of lightning ran flashed across the sky, bright and seeming as furious as he himself was. The rain seemed to pick up speed as well, pelting down with no remorse. The drops were actually beginning to feel rather hard, a little like hail. Eli shivered a bit as the wind went by once more, stronger and more vigorously than before.
Elijah wasn’t sure how far he’d walked, but he was quite surprised when a familiar voice reached his ears. "Oh...Eli. Hi! Ah was wonderin' where you were!"
Bloody hell…here he was trying to get away from the girl. How in blooming hell had he walked to the very spot she was in! Looking past the girl on et ground, his eyes caught sight of they fallen over garbage can. Glancing down, he set his eyes on Aly, hair plastered to the sides of her face, looking like a complete and utter mess. Even though he wanted to hate her right now, all he could do was think how absolutely adorable she looked; Stupid girl. With a sigh Eli ran a hand through his soaked hair, reaching out to help her up. It was a miracle she’d only tripped and fallen. It wouldn’t have surprised him much to hear that she’d somehow managed to dodge a tree from falling on her or something; An accident waiting to happen.
“Yeah,” he began letting her go once she was up on her own two feet again, “Here ah am,” he said shoving his hands into his wet pockets. “You should get back inside,” he said turning around, “The storm looks kinda nasty. Wouldn’t want you getting hit by lightning or nothing.”
That said, he continued walking into the storm. It took all of his strength not to turn around and look back at Aly. But he managed, keeping his eyes focused on the cracking pavement beneath him. He needed to get home. Maybe granny would have some biscuits made up.
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Post by Aly Tail on Oct 26, 2008 20:18:33 GMT -5
She saw a hand coming towards her. At first she was going to swat it away, until she realized what the hand was doing. She grabbed it and picked herself up, with the hands held. “Yeah,” Eli began letting her go once she was up on her own two feet again, “Here ah am,” he said shoving his hands into his wet pockets. “You should get back inside,” he said turning around, “The storm looks kinda nasty. Wouldn’t want you getting hit by lightning or nothing.”
She stood there, arms held awkwardly at her sides. What had she intended to do when she finally reached him anyways? She lowered her head. It was hopeless. She was so horrible at making friends.
“Maybe..I like the rain...” she muttered to herself, looking back up to Eli. She exhaled slowly and sat back down on the grass, leaning her back against the school wall. She rest her forehead on top of her curled up knees and closed her eyes shut. She would wait out the storm. Then..go home perhaps. No no...sitting in a storm was no good either. What was she supposed to do? Her friend was angry with her...but she didn’t know why. And she’d just ditched her other friend to see what was wrong with this one. That hadn’t worked out right at all. No no, of course, she’d fallen over a bloody garbage can!
Tears streamed down her already wet face.
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Post by Mitsu Haruku on Nov 26, 2008 20:04:55 GMT -5
Mitsu let out a small sigh. He knew Eli hadn’t heard a word he’d said. But that was alright, it didn’t really matter. He was just blabbering, which was unusual-for him. He was more worried about Eli. He seemed incredibly preoccupied with Tyr and Aly, no doubt he had feelings for her as well. She did seem to be a real sweet girl and she had a innocent, pretty look to her. But, she only liked Eli as a friend. This would turn to be a problem for him. And he had such a temper. Should he wait in the class for him to blow up in the hall, or should he leave quickly and make it as far away as he could? His eyes closed, resting his head on the desk. He could see it all, the girl grabs the guys hand, kindly leading him out of the room, but she doesn’t let go. Other guy blows up. Explosion. Confusion. She runs after the explosion and leaves the other guy who is now the one worrying about the girl liking him or not. Oh gawsh, stupid highschool drama crowding my thoughts!His eyelids slowly opened and he lift his head to see Eli sitting before him, “A’m not bein’ a bloody girl,” Eli said thickly. His arms were crossed now as he sat slouched in his seat. “Mochiron.” He mumbled, shaking his head, looking up to see Eli staring off at the window, no doubt at the crow boy and ginger kid. He watched as a pencil snapped between Eli’s fingers. He watched as Eli stood and walked over to them. "I 'ave math too. After that I have history and then art.” He heard faintly. He had to get out. This...this..well, maybe it wouldn’t be..so bad. No..the bell already rang. He grabbed his books, throwing them in his bag he headed for the door and made his way out quickly, smiling and giving a small wave to Alex as he left. He hated how his mind worked. It was so odd. Sometimes he could hear peoples thoughts, other times he saw things before they happened, but then sometimes there was nothing and he was left alone with his own thoughts. He looked over at Taro who was now walking beside him. Taro was such a good guy, quiet and kind of odd, and sometimes awkward..but still a great guy. He looked back over his shoulder. ...Where was Alex? Had he gotten out? OoC:// Mochiron: Of Course. [/center]
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Post by Tyr X on Nov 27, 2008 17:30:47 GMT -5
Try stood, watching Aly's hands slip away before him. He opened his mouth, fear and longing crossing his eyes. No, don't slip away from me. All energy and emotion had turned suddenly negative. He rolled his eyes at Elijah and his antics. It was all a big cry for attention. Attention was the least thing Tyr's mind.
But he stood, face masked by his long locks as his head stayed bowed. All anger and hatred focused on one moving target. And there he went, playing with Aly's mind as if it were his toy. His eyes narrowed, as he watched the storm grow infront of him.
And worst off all, his angel was out there in hell. He ached for her, watching her run after that filthy peasant had tore his heart in two. Bloody Britians. His soul sank, had he just thought of the word Bloody? Clearly, he'd been hanging around Elijah too much.
Oh how he wanted to break his spine. Paralyzed below the waist, enjoy your sex life!
He snorted and turned his head, darkness filled outside as his beloved pets were now braving the storm and sat, crowded around the door.
He looked up, slightly pleased at his trusted friends. They were always there for him.
He sighed, knowing that she was possibly better off with Eli than him. Eli was outgoing and lived for the light, infact they both surfed. Whereas Tyr lived for the darkness and had no other friends.
He felt foolish and possibly looked so.
So he did what he did best and melded into the highschool life around him. Class would start soon anyways. [/right]
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Post by Alex Hades on Nov 27, 2008 18:21:49 GMT -5
Alex sat with his eyes closed, listening to the world continue on without him. Where had he been for the last half hour? Had he dozed off? Nein, Scruffles would have fallen from his grasp once his fingers laxed. He looked around, Cuyler had said something about using the washrooms and wanted to go with somebody. It made sense, females did it all the time. Why was it different with boys.
Turning around in his desk, he looked for Camillo. Had he went with Mozzy as well? He pouted as fear crossed his mind. Oh no, he was alone!
He looked for LaDon, watching her in her group before he analyzed the other members. Elijah was glancing..Somewhere? He followed his eyes and laughed.
Aly+Tyr= Porn for your soul! He smiled, they were quite possibly the cutest thing in the world and already holding hands! Were they together yet? They could possibly just getting into character.
Alex glanced over to Mitten, sighing at his beauty. His stomach dancing and singing within his body.
He jumped slightly as the bell rang, class was already over? What had they been doing all this while? He groaned and scratched his head, making sure his discoloured eye was hidden by his long bangs. "Coming Scruffles?" he asked while unzipping his fly and opening his button. He set his bear in and did his pants back up.
Grasping his backpack strap, he swung it over his shoulder and looked around. And there, looking around was Mitten. He smiled and felt his stomach drop in excitement. Mitsu had waited for him.
"Liiight-ooo!"
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Post by Alvin Bo Colby on Dec 1, 2008 22:12:49 GMT -5
A frown daubed at his face as he stared at the ground, walking slowly. So far his day had been brutal. Skipping class didn’t always benefit him. There was always that one jerk who had to wreck it. Usually he was that ignorant jerk. But not this time. Oh no, he’d gotten himself acquainted with Jareth.
He stifled a laugh, Yeah the guy who looked up comebacks on the internet. He shook his head. What did it matter anyways? He didn’t even know the guy.
Looking up he caught sight of an interesting scene. A female and two males, one was holding her hand, the other chattered away about who knows what. He looked away from the three and kept walking. Only to be caught off guard by a sudden yell.
“When did this happen exactly?” he heard a British boy say. Alvin looked back over to see the male, who’d been talking with the girl earlier, with his fists clenched.
“Ah mean where ah come from holding hands means you’re practically hitched,” British boy said, arms going up in the air. Alvin laughed inwardly. Poor guy, he probably liked the girl. He couldn’t blame him. She was beautiful. So beautiful he was almost blinded by it. Oh gosh, shield your eyes from the light. It burns the eyes...
He sighed looking away from them again and sat down on the bench outside the cafeteria. Next thing he saw was the British boy go running for the doors. Now where would he be going in such a hurry?
He looked back over to the black haired boy and ginger girl. They weren’t holding hands any more. She was speaking to him, then she too went after the Britain. He shook his head, smirking.
The guy with black hair stood there for a moment, watching with a longing expression as the red head left him for the other. It was so epic it wasn’t even funny. That British boy seemed to have the poor girl wrapped around his finger and she didn’t even realise it.
He stood then walked over next to the boy as he made his way through the halls, “Hey,” he said giving a friendly wave, “You know Love is the affection of a mind that has nothing better to engage it.” He shrugged, “Don’t even waste your time.” He frowned, looking disgusted. It all really was just a waste of time. A huge let down, nothing was gained from relationships, as he’d learned at a young age and as this short frame in this boy’s life showed him.
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Post by Mitsu Haruku on Dec 12, 2008 14:14:37 GMT -5
Gradually he was pushed back by a large group of people who had just escaped class in a herd and had practically trampled him to the ground. He pressed himself against the wall, watching apathetically as the stupid grade nines pushed and shoved, worried about being late for their next class that was ALL THE WAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCHOOL! Right, because five minutes apparently wasn't long enough to get there. Sure. Crazy.
He looked back down the hall, seeing if Alex had managed to get out yet. He hadn't. His eyes looked into the classroom across from him. He looked at the clock. Good, he still had four minutes. That was lots of time. It was only math next, and it was just down the hall and around the corner. This school was so insanely small.
Just then a voice broke through the quietening halls. It filled his heart with happiness and sunshine, "Liiight-ooo!" It was Alex! His face brightened and he waved to him, "Hey Alex!" he said, smiling still, "So..how did you enjoy that class?"
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Post by Tyr X on Dec 16, 2008 11:14:19 GMT -5
A boy stood then walked over next to Tyr as he made his way through the halls, “Hey,” he said giving a friendly wave. Tyr looked over at him, acknowledging him with a silent nod. "You know Love is the affection of a mind that has nothing better to engage it.” He shrugged, “Don’t even waste your time.” He frowned, looking disgusted.
Tyr looked ahead, walking away from his next class heading towards the music department. He said nothing but thought over the words in his mind. "You're right," he said stopping outside an empty classroom with a simple piano in the middle. Turning his head, he looked at the boy. "Thanks." [/sub]
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