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Post by Æschere on Jul 8, 2009 12:10:31 GMT -5
everyone's looking at me, [/color] I'M RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BABY. A GROWING DESPERATION'S BUILDING HIGHER[/color][/font] _______________________________________________________[/color] _______________________________________________________[/color] The sound of his teacher's voice was distant, almost completely drowned out by the roar of his thoughts. He clenched his pencil tightly as he lifted it to the corner of his notebook and mindlessly sketched out a scene. First came a knife, then a pool of blood, then a bloodied arm, that of a woman's, that extended off of the page. He silently admired his work, having always considered himself a good artist at the least. His first day had not gone well for him, reflecting in the brutal image that he had just created. All he wanted was for the day to end and by looking at the clock, he saw that his wish would not be granted for another two minutes. In a way however, Etienne was nervous about his return home. He would be in trouble with his family, no doubt. In fact, they had probably received a call from the school already. He had not started a fight by any means, but he had finished one with a single punch. Had anyone understood the reasoning behind his physical abuse towards Tyler, had they understood the words that were uttered from his "brother's" mouth at home as well as at school, had they understood that the douche had been trying to ruin Etienne's chance at a good reputation, then he would be in far less serious trouble. The principal had made only made a phone call home, nothing more. Still, the risk of disownment ran high. He often heard the arguements in the kitchen over how to handle his reckless behavior. The thought of moving once more to another family pained him. The final bell rang and the class emptied out, flooding the hallways like a high tide. Etienne walked silently amongst the mass, keeping his head hung low, looking everywhere to find a familiar face, there were none. He completely avoided his locker, he had no reason to use it while carrying all his books in his bag. Instead he headed straight for the door, and then to the parking lot, then to his car. He sat on the hood and waited for what seemed like an eternity for Savannah to walk out of the building but she never did. All he wanted at the moment was to be with someone who could make him smile with news of a good, bright day. But as the last wave of people spilled from the doors, he gave up hope and resorted to sitting there alone, postponing his return home. [/color][/font] I've got to remember this is just a game[/center]
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Post by JULIETTE on Jul 8, 2009 23:37:12 GMT -5
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Whoever had created school had quite obviously been on drugs, and whoever had made first days back was certifiably insane. Never had Nickole liked them anyways, but the shrill squeals of her fellow "pupils" never helped halt her annoyance with the whole idea. Many a time had she brought up the oh-so-savvy idea of cyber school to her parents, and many a time she had been called a drama queen and sent back to her goddamned homework. It wasn't she couldn't be a good student, as she once was. She still in essence was, she rarely started a fight, and never really managed to stand out of her bland class.
She had spent most of the day unaware of her surroundings, doodling aimlessly on her brand new notebooks. It wasn't like the teachers where saying anything she couldn't pick up from the worksheet anyways. Nickole was quite accustomed to learning from text rather then speech anyways.
Sitting in class all day had obviously taken a toll on her previously happy attitude, well. Previously decent mood. Now she was sulking somewhat down the hallways, having managed to sneak into the lunchroom one last time, grabbing one of the last remaining water bottles from the machine that looked (at least to her), like a bit of a christmas tree.
Stepping outside into the warm sunlight edged a small smile from her. Another comment she could strike up in defense of her anti-school stance was the obvious lack of vitamin D during the day. It wasn't like artificial lights helped any attitudes, anyways. With a yawn edging on a sigh, she took a few steps down the front of the school, setting back towards the road, wondering how long it'd take to walk home.
Looking around, she stopped as she noticed someone looking familiar. Tilting her head slightly, she turned and stopped to yell in her normal attention-grabbing way. "HEY!" and waved an arm over her head, offering up a smile from across the parking lot. She could just scarcely place a finger on where she'd seen him before, and you could thank the after-summer funk for that memory loss, thank you very much.
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Post by Æschere on Jul 8, 2009 23:50:33 GMT -5
everyone's looking at me, [/color] I'M RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BABY. A GROWING DESPERATION'S BUILDING HIGHER[/color][/font] _______________________________________________________[/color] _______________________________________________________[/color] It took Etienne only a brief moment to realize that the girl shouting was one that he recognized, and that, not quite so coincidentally, she was trying for his attention. He offered a smile, lifting up the corner of his shut lips ever so slightly. As he hopped off the hood of the car he returned a small wave, approaching slowly towards her. [/color][/font] I've got to remember this is just a game[/center]
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Post by JULIETTE on Jul 8, 2009 23:56:59 GMT -5
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Keeping the smile, Nickole sighed and attempted to regain her memory. It was at these exact moments she always felt so old. After a few seconds of thinking, she finally regained her memory and uttered an almost silent "Ohh.." Smiling again, as he got closer, she offered up a teasing "Hey. Have fun throwing punches today?"
Okay, so. Even if she wasn't a gossip addict, it wasn't like stuff like that reached only a few, and Nickole just so happened to get whiff of it. And, upon re-call of her summer, she just so happened to know the guy.
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[/size] PICTURE CREDIT TO: TINA BBY! @ CAUTION[/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Æschere on Jul 9, 2009 0:01:32 GMT -5
everyone's looking at me, [/color] I'M RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BABY. A GROWING DESPERATION'S BUILDING HIGHER[/color][/font] _______________________________________________________[/color] _______________________________________________________[/color] Etienne laughed slightly, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "I guess you heard," he said quietly, raising his blue eyes to meet hers with no sign of the embarrassment he felt. He ran his hand through his hair and said calmly, "It was my brother... He was asking for it."[/color][/font] I've got to remember this is just a game[/center]
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Post by JULIETTE on Jul 9, 2009 0:06:35 GMT -5
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"Ahh." she nodded, shrugging slightly. "Siblings are assholes." She agreed with a small yawn. "I'm guessing our little school wasn't very fun, huh?" she said, shrugging. "We're not exactly prestigious." she teased lightly, there was no doubt such a small school was boring, there weren't many clubs, and there weren't many sports. It was a small town school, and that therefore made it amazingly annoying in Nickoles eyes.
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[/size] PICTURE CREDIT TO: TINA BBY! @ CAUTION[/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Æschere on Jul 9, 2009 0:16:40 GMT -5
everyone's looking at me, [/color] I'M RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BABY. A GROWING DESPERATION'S BUILDING HIGHER[/color][/font] _______________________________________________________[/color] _______________________________________________________[/color] Etienne shrugged and said, "I couldn't care less..." he yawned and continued, "I don't do shit anyway... School is school. I probably won't even be going here for long."[/color][/font] I've got to remember this is just a game[/center]
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Post by JULIETTE on Jul 9, 2009 0:27:19 GMT -5
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"You'd be the first." she said, shrugging. "No ones been permanently expelled before." She sighed, the school wasn't actually very involved in its students, ever.
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[/size] PICTURE CREDIT TO: TINA BBY! @ CAUTION[/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Æschere on Jul 9, 2009 0:33:48 GMT -5
everyone's looking at me, [/color] I'M RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BABY. A GROWING DESPERATION'S BUILDING HIGHER[/color][/font] _______________________________________________________[/color] _______________________________________________________[/color] "It's not that," Etienne told her, grunting slightly, "My dad's been getting pretty pissed off at me. He's talking about disownment." I've got to remember this is just a game[/center]
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Post by JULIETTE on Jul 9, 2009 0:36:56 GMT -5
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Blinking, Nickole grunted. "Well, that's not the nicest thing." She mumbled, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a huff.
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[/size] PICTURE CREDIT TO: TINA BBY! @ CAUTION[/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Æschere on Jul 9, 2009 9:39:41 GMT -5
everyone's looking at me, [/color] I'M RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BABY. A GROWING DESPERATION'S BUILDING HIGHER[/color][/font] _______________________________________________________[/color] _______________________________________________________[/color] "No," Etienne said, lauughing dryly, "It's not... But he's a good guy..." It was true, his adoptive father was a great man. He cared for every one of his kids, including Etienne, and the threat of disownment was one made to protect all of them. It was plain to see, however, that Etienne was not on the top of the priorities list. I've got to remember this is just a game[/center]
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Post by JULIETTE on Sept 25, 2009 17:08:06 GMT -5
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"Well.." Nickole said, a bit off topic in her thoughts. Fingering the hem of her shirt, she hummed absentmindedly to herself. Twisting her head, she glanced at her ankle, noticing the line her flats were making on her heel. The originally white shoes had been scribble all over, and were now covered in blue and black pen marks. Shifting her books from one arm to the other, she felt the cool feeling of her sketchbook, the heaviest thing in her arms.
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[/size] PICTURE CREDIT TO: TINA BBY! @ CAUTION[/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Æschere on Sept 26, 2009 9:25:42 GMT -5
Nodding slightly, Etienne sighed to himself. There was no use explaining his situation to her, or to anyone for that matter. In a few months time he would be gone again, he could almost guarantee it. At times when he'd think about it, he would hardly care, but then at other times he'd feel complete remorse over his lack of a stable life. He glanced down at her sketchbook, suddenly interested in it's contents. He looked back up at her, meeting her eyes, and asking, "Are you an artist?" Word Count:92 Status: Complete Muse: A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds to Mars and From Yesterday (Acoustic) - 30 Seconds to Mars Pic By: Gogggleee. Jared Leto Lyrics By: 30 Seconds to Mars A Beautiful Lie Template By: ARRO FROM CAUTION! Please don't take my nice little tag off. Fuck with me and I'll fuck with you back! [/color]
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Post by JULIETTE on Sept 26, 2009 10:48:28 GMT -5
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Blushing, Nickole glanced back up. "Uhm, occasionally... I guess." she said, over swept by a wave of shyness. "Mostly just painting, but.. I draw sometimes too, I guess." blinking, she stepped from booted foot to other foot. Awaiting an answer of sorts, almost hoping he wouldn't ask much more. While the other half wondered why he payed attention to the sketchbook hidden ten feet under in her arms.
"I did it more when I was in Middle school.." she offered up, watching his expression carefully, her eyebrows a bit ruffled together, anxious to see his reaction.
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[/size] WORD COUNT:96 STATUS: complete-o TAGS: Etienne, dahling. NOTES: ehehe. XD Heshouldasktolook >=D -nudgenudge- MUSE: the rain outside xD OUTFIT: COMING UP SOON BBYCKS![/blockquote][/color]
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