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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 5, 2009 12:40:56 GMT -8
 x  x  baby maybe you're wrong
but you know it's all right
The campus had that expectant feel to it, the feeling that comes when there are only a few minutes of class left to go. The feeling that comes with impatient students tapping their feet against the legs of their desks and drumming their fingers on the hard, wooden surfaces. The teachers makes a few last notes on the homework assignment on the whiteboard and then gives the students a “have a good weekend”. Then, all hell breaks loose.
Doors burst open as young men and women tumble through them, elbowing their way to the front and kicking at each other’s feet, trying to get the advantage. Teachers are all but forgotten as backpacks are hastily loaded and slung onto the shoulders of the lucky few who manage to escape before the dreaded words of, “I need to talk to you about your GPA” are heard. For now, all of that can be left for Monday morning, but it is Friday evening and everyone knows what that means.
A young man of twenty-one years, hurried through the crowd, shading his eyes from the bright California sun, his heavy backpack over his shoulders, but with only one of his arms through the straps. He carried two books under his other arm, but he had no intention of visiting the library today. Instead, he planned to return to his dorm. Why study on a Friday evening when he could annoy his roommate? But just as he made his way to the curb, he was stopped by…
love put me wise
to her love in disguise
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word count: 255
listening to: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: none
tagged: if you signed up, you're welcome to post in this thread
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 5, 2009 15:57:57 GMT -8
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
Ohhhhh s***, Marian thought even as she was jostled off the curb and into the street by some harried student making their way for the latest party or the best spots at the library. She herself had actually been headed to the library, as was evident by the overly full backpack that bulged out from her back and the stack of books that she had tucked within her arms. And they were big books, too, heavy volumes detailing the skeletal and muscular structures of the horse, explaining the basic and not-so-basic aspects of equine behavior and pathology, their history and how they developed, and on and on and on.
At this moment, however, the direction in which Mari was headed was definately not the library. It was downish, toward the rough surface of the black pavement that made up the road. Now, Marian was normally quite quick on her feet, but when she was thrown off balance by some jerk and pushed forward, it didn't bode well. Because when you combined the element of surprise with a heavy load on the upper side of you and a cumbersome load on the lower side of you, things all went to pot and crashed in a blaze of glory.
And so, it was as Marian found herself staring at the impending spread of ground that she wondered just how badly she would be injured and if her books would be okay. They were her preciouses, and she'd never let them go, not even to "save" herself.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while___________________________ [word count] 258
[mood] wondaful
[credit] "time of your life/good riddance" by green day
[notes] muahahahahaaa!! (slightly alteredness) Peregrine and Marian meeeeeeet! |
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Post by athena on Jul 6, 2009 3:20:42 GMT -8
It still was rather impressive for her. Not that she was scared but all her life she had dreamed about this. About any college really but she was so far from home she knew that there was not a snowflakes chance in hell that anyone here knew who she was. Or rather who her parents were. She didn't want to be left out because of the fact that her parents weren't exactly accepted by today's civilization. They were right though.
Her mother frequently used drugs. Even when she was a little child she did it and even when she stood beside her. Try coming from a home like that. Her father well he got to jail for something, she didn't want to remember. And she hated being reminded of it. She after all didn't do anything wrong. She now sat in her last class. She sighed as she had to pay attention to the teacher for just a few moments more. Her eyes turned to her watch that moment.
Then the bell rang. There was a storm of Juniors all trying to be the first one out of the building. Once the mass had calmed down a bit she started to leave. She didn't want to end up in the hospital because of this madness. Her backpack contained some thick and heavy books containing law. Just some boring rules. She sighed as she made her way on the street.
She tried to get to the libary she had to check somethings up for her assingment due next Wednesday. And she'd rather do it now then on Tuesday evening way to quickly and last minute. From a little distance she saw another Junior, she didn't know her though, being run over by a Senior student. Another person who she definatly didn't know.
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jul 6, 2009 8:13:49 GMT -8
Got to fight another fight
I got to run another night
Get it out, check it out
I'm on my way and it don't feel right
I gotta get me back, I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's okay, I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way Pure anger filled the heart of the sophomore as she savagely made her way through the crowd in pursuit of her prey. Everything was killing her, the light, the people, the noise, but she threw it all away in the back of her mind. This was one thing she would not let go of, no matter how autistic the doctors said she was. She had been told she would be able to handle college, and that meant, in her mind, she would be able to handle a situation like this, even if her senses were screaming at her to stop.
"What did you say about my parents?" she demanded to the much taller and bugger boy. The crowd dispersed a little at her loud acusation, knowing that peaceful situations didn't usually erupt out of things like this. Good, she thought, less people, the more I'm happy.
"I said your parents are pathetic little immigrants who should be chucked back to where they came from, you included."
If only, she thought. She had only heard stories about her parent's homeland, about Ukraine, but it sounded like her paradise. Wide, open valleys with little to no people. The only noise was the wind blowing through the grass. The colors were natural. Unlike hear, where the noise confused her mind like it had put a blender in her brain and the bright colors hurt her like needles sticking into her. For a moment, she couldn't say anything. Like what happened many times during the day, she was overwhelmed with everything.
"Yeah, well..." she started, but she couldn't continue. She got distracted by something flashing near her, probably a cellphone or something, and then someone went by wearing and oddly-patterned skirt.
"Come on, let's leave now while she's crazy on us," one of the boy's friends said to him. They agreed with each other and got lost in the crowd, leaving Yuliya to punch herself in the stomach as a punishment for letting them get away.
The doctor had told her to use positive reinforcement for whenever she was able to behave normally, but negative reinforcement made so much more sense to her. Only then did she think she would learn, only then would she tame this autism that had always been plaguing her.
Frustrated, she managed to find her way out of the crowd, but the boys were nowhere to be found. At least once a week they would verbally attack her, and then leave while she was distracted. She kept on living on the hope that eventually she would be able to control the agony of her senses, but for know, she thought up more punishments for herself. The harsher, the better.
Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Don't push me, I'll fight it
Never gonna give in, never gonna give it up, no
If you can't catch a wave, then you're never gonna ride it
You can't come uninvited
Never gonna give in, never gonna give it up, no
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 8, 2009 2:21:58 GMT -8
x x baby maybe you're wrong
but you know it's all right
A small disturbance, like the wind behind kicked up, was felt around his feet and Peregrine turned, looking down curiously to what manner of creature had fallen there. Upon turning, however, he found neither bird nor beast, but a girl about his age, who was in the process of falling or rather, inevitably about to fall. Reaching down, he put out his arms to catch her, should she indeed lose her balance, lunging forward to support her weight. That was when he noticed her red hair. He liked red hair.
"Hey, you all right?" He questioned, his soft voice thick with regional dialect. He had let his own books fall to the ground and his backpack was slipping down his back in his efforts to keep her from skinning her knees. Preventing the minor injury of an attractive woman was what he lived for, after all.
love put me wise
to her love in disguise
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word count: probably about 200
listening to: i don't know what's it's officially called...
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: hungry
notes: i didn't know whether marian was falling, in the process or what, so i think i covered all the basics
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 8, 2009 17:54:01 GMT -8
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It was if time had momentarily stopped and skipped a few beats before starting right up again, Marian would later decide. For a brief, somehow prolonged moment, the young woman seemed to be suspended in the air, and a thousand thoughts welled up and scattered away in the whirlwind that was her mind. She should stretch her arms out and brace for the fall. This was rather surreal. It looked like it was going to hurt. She couldn't let her books be damaged in any way. The weather was really awful.
And then, just like that, the ground began to rise, and she began to fall. Neither got very far, however, thanks to the gaurdian angel that had Marian on his string. Or rather, to an earthly angel that happened to be nearby when this occured. The red-head had been saved by a strong, sure set of arms, and though Marian had had the wind pushed out of her, she rather didn't care. She'd been rescued by a mysterious knight in shining armor, she wasn't bloodied or bruised, and her books were safe.
"Hey, you all right?" a calm, pleasant voice inquired of her, letting Marian know who she was and where she was. A college student in the middle of campus with an armful of books, being held by some stranger on the side of the road. Weirder things had happened, most likely, but it was d*** unnerving for a simple Wisconsinite gal that had grown up in the middle of nowhere, population 775. "Uh, eh, uhm, ah, yes, I am, I think," Marian uttered, stumbling over her words slightly. Miss smooth talker, that was her.
Having been so miraculously saved from a potentially disasterous situation, Marian was no longer moving at high speeds, but rather was inert, feet touching the ground as she was for the most part supported by the other's arms. It was as if she was nothing more than a small sack of flour. This was easily altered, however, by Marian's feet shuffling slightly and placing the entire soles of both tennis shoes on the rough pavement, thus giving her body leave to shift her weight onto her legs and feet. "And, um, thank you," miss Fitzwalter added as graciously as she could, even as she took a step away and turned to get a look at who had caught her.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while___________________________ [word count] 394
[mood] prettiful
[listening to] "the night i punched russell crowe by gaelic storm
[credit] "time of your life/good riddance" by green day
[notes] xD -- you were pretty much spot on, Pretty Eyes
used my word counter for your post - 145 words XD
and heh, you can have Peregrine say all the awesome lines; Marian'll just stumble (lol) her way through life! |
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Post by athena on Jul 11, 2009 3:39:56 GMT -8
Athena didn't mind it much, being invisible. The law student didn't know that many people at the school. She didn't seek company, not that she was a total loner no she had her friends. Everybody needed friends. She was more of a person who envied them. People with a chance at a normal life, something she would only dream of. She stood out of the crowd looking over it. There was always something happening at this place it was a talent to always know what and were.
A bit further on, also outside the crowd it seemed like a girl was being bullied by some elder students. Bunch of jerks, she did not get why people had to lower themselves to that standard. They escaped though trough the crowds. her eyes went over it again. She decided that it might just be best to get a move on. And so she did.
Note:sucking post i know
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jul 11, 2009 8:18:07 GMT -8
Fuming with hateful energy directed at all the people and herself, Yuliya barreled over to the one piece of normal she could see, a tree. Comfortingly, she ran her hand over the rippling bark, finding strange relaxation as her fingertips felt each small crevice. A few students looked at her oddly, but she didn't care. She would wait out the stampede right here, and only then would she try to get back to her dorm, or maybe she would stay outside anyway...maybe she would sleep in this tree tonight. But no...that would be a reward, and she had not succeeded. Whatever calm the feeling of bark had instilled on her was lost, and she punched herself in the stomach again. She would not look at the tree if it made her happy, she had to do something she hated...look at the people.
Miserably she turned around, and with her back on the tree, she went down until her butt hit the ground. Her eyes felt like screaming at the mesh of bright, rapidly moving colors. That alone could have drove her insane, but there was the movement, the noise, and the horrific smells. Her hypersensitive nose could scent everything...unfortunately.
She watched as a strange boy stopped a girl from falling over...the boy looked somewhat like her older brother, Voyin, except his hair wasn't curly. That was good. Looking like Voyin was a good thing. He was used to her, she was used to him...only it confused her more...she rubbed her fingers on her temple and lowered her head onto her knees. Whatever doctor had told her parents she was ready for this should go jump off a cliff for all she cared.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 16, 2009 12:38:31 GMT -8
x x baby maybe you're wrong
but you know it's all right
"Hey, not to a problem." Peregrine said, waving away her thanks with his free hand and nearly falling over backwards in the progress.
"Sorry," He apologized, after the episode of windmill arms was over. "I tend to do that...and walk into doors, polls and trip over the floor." He grinned, running a suntanned hand through his dark, sunbleached hair. He turned to leave.
"See you around!" He called, waving over his shoulder. Then he promptly tripped over the curb and fell to his knees.
"Oh s***." He muttered, starting to struggle up.
love put me wise
to her love in disguise
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word count: some pathetically low amount
listening to: nothing, at the moment
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: sorry, sucky filler post
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Post by Deimos Tokarev on Jul 16, 2009 17:46:14 GMT -8
Deimos run hard, blood pumping, sweating, his face red. Good thing he regulary attended spinning class. The bullies chased after him, wanting his blood and to vent out their rage on him for their own short comings. He shoved people out of his way as he ran through the corridors.
"Get that little faggot!"
"Stop the queer!"
Deimos jumped down a flight of stairs, trying to find the exit. The schools in his homeland were not this complicated. He saw an exit blocked by two girls chatting. Panting heavily he rushed by the girls and used his shoulder to bash open the doors. Then he noticed something. Prada!
He stopped briefly and did a little flourish, trying to hide his obvious run from the girls as best as he could
"Heya hun, love the bag, where did you get it?"
"Ummmm-"
"There he is!"
The bullies rounded the corner and pointed at him.
Deimos squealed and ran out the door, thoughts turning off fashion. Seeing a large oak tree he darted towards it and hid as the bullies ran past. Deimos slumped against the tree and took off his rainbow necklace.
"d*** thrift shop, they should have warned me against this kind of thing" He had bought the necklace at a small shop in the gay district of the city, usually he didnt care for the district since it was filled with sluts, but he was feeling the urge to splurge some money he found on the side walk
He noticed the depressed looking girl sitting by the tree.
"You know, being sad gets you nowhere, being happy is like wearing something from Sears, feeling fabulous!"
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jul 16, 2009 20:26:50 GMT -8
For a moment, when the boy walked up to her, she couldn't focus on anything. Her eyes felt dizzy as she tried to concentrate...sudden movements nearby her were not her forte. And why was someone walking up to her anyway? Then he said something about something she didn't understand but she knew he was telling her to not be sad.
"I'm not sad," she said, gripping her fingers into her arms, "I'm pissed." Then she said, but much more quietly and more to herself, "I hate them, I hate them, I hate them..."
She wanted to curl her fingers around their necks...what had happened last time? She had been suspended for two weeks. Normally a student could have been expelled for that but she had an "excuse." Of course, she was mentally challenged, she couldn't tell what she was doing half the time.
It made her sick to her stomach. She knew what she was doing, she had known exactly what she had been doing when she had been trying to strangle that kid, just sometimes her responses were a little late, which was actually good considered the temper and frustration she always had inside her...for other people, but it definitely wasn't good for her, it only built up the frustration more.
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 20, 2009 9:22:03 GMT -8
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
He fell, and it was a quick fall. Time was, as Marian had come find out, quite fickle in how fast and how liesurely it went by. And this time, time had decided to go quite quickly.
"Oh my gosh, are you all right?" she proclaimed as she ran over to him. Goodness, but she'd thought he'd been joking when he'd said it happens all the time. Now, she wasn't so sure.
"Are you okay?" she repeated, not sure if he'd heard her. He was on his knees.
Finally, she asked, "Was flight as glorious as it looked?" She could have taken it away the moment she said it, but her traitor mouth had decided to say it anyway. That's what she got for reading some many books.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while___________________________ [word count] 125
[mood] purtyness
[listening to] "king of the fairies by anne-marie o'farrell; aine ni dhubhghaille; emily cullen; cliona ni dhuill
[credit] "time of your life/good riddance" by green day
[notes] *barely made 100 words*
6699CC = Marian color
Green = Peregrine color |
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