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Post by MICHEAL ADAM COOPER on Apr 21, 2010 16:28:18 GMT -5
 Mikey took a seat on one of the benches in the courtyard. He brushed some of his bangs back grabbing his laptop out of the bag and setting it on the table as he opened it. Finding his itunes he pulled it up and then plugged his headphones in placing the buds in his ear. Marianas trench's song 'shake tramp' came on and he settled in, situating himself on the bench. He had some homework to do and he thought the air outside would be much better at getting his brain going then the stifling dorm room.
He pulled up word and found the paper he was writing. Had to be five hundred words on what he did last summer. He sighed, well how exciting. He hated papers like this. At least they could do papers that had more substance then what a lof of kids would probably write about. He bit his lip watching the blinking of his cursor on the screen. He sighed, his mind completely blank. He knew what he could write about but it was starting it that he needed to come up with.
Leaning back a bit Mikey reached into his pocket feeling around till he grabbed onto the sucker. He usually had several pieces of candy and suckers in his pocket because he always had to have something in his mouth. He looked down at the one he had. It was one of those big blueberry ones. He liked the blue ones not for their taste but because it made his tongue blue and his whole mouth and teeth tinted and how was that not awesome enough to eat them enough to do that all the time.
Unwrapping it he put it in his mouth making a 'mmm' sound as he he sucked in it a bit licking his tongue hard over it to get it smoother. He hated how rough some of the spots where from the wrapper making its indentations in it. When it was close enough he finally turned his attention to his screen. The sounds of My Chemical Romances, 'Im Not Okay' going through his ears now and he bobbed his head to it, twirling the sucker in his mouth. Why was this so hard.... it really shouldnt be. He pulled the sucker down looking down with his eyes to see his tongue as he stuck it out. It was getting there but not blue enough. With a grin he popped it back in his mouth.
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Post by ANABELL ROSE DAWSON on Apr 25, 2010 21:41:28 GMT -5
Anabell Dawson sat quietly in her desk. She had been asked to come back for detention because she had refused to answer a question asked of her. Her deep blue eyes were intensely focused on the dry erase board in front of her. Ana showed a lot of antisocial tendencies. She barely spoke to anyone who wasn't close to her, she didn't often to appear guilty about anything, and most people thought of her as loveless. Ana did have one live, though, and that happened to be art. It just so happened that her parents loved literature and expected for her to be some great author with tons of books on the New York Times Best Seller list. It didn't really matter that Ana would rather own her own art gallery and paint for a living rather than write about anything. She wanted her life to be centered around things that words couldn't describe.
When the teacher announced that her time was up and she could leave Ana snapped her icy blue eyes toward the teacher. She nodded, her blonde hair held back only by the bandanna that she wore around her head. Ana stood, pulling the bottom of her shirt. The thin cotton material of her shirt fit snugly around her thin figure. Ana said nothing as she turned her back to the teacher and walked toward the door. She walked through the hallway, ignoring most everyone she passed. Ana only stopped to admire the artwork in the halls. Other than that Ana set her sights on going out to the courtyard. She didn't want to be stopped by anyone. They always expected her to talk to them, but Ana wasn't much for talking. Talking meant words and words meant a harsh reminder.
Ana licked her lips as she entered the courtyard. It was a rather cloudy day, almost looked like it might rain. The air was cool but it wasn't too heavy. Ana drew in a deep breath, taking in the cool air as she walked. She sighed as she looked at the random trees and flowers. There was a slight calming effect about the courtyard. Ana figured it was something she'd be able to get from nature in general, but the only place she was willing to go to at the moment was the courtyard. She wasn't necessarily in the mood to go anywhere else. Why should she? Anabell narrowed her eyes as she continued to walk, analyzing each flower for careful detail. She could only imagine the volumes her father would want her to write only on one flower.
Finally Ana moved toward the center of the courtyard where she found a patch of grass near a bench. She smoothed out the grass with her shoe before she lowered to her knees and eventually sat indian-style. Ana groaned slightly as she finally lay back, her hands moving behind her head as she stared at the gray sky.
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Post by MICHEAL ADAM COOPER on Apr 29, 2010 21:49:09 GMT -5
Micheal started to lick all over the sucker. He yawned, making sure not to drop the sucker as he stretched his arms up. HE arched his back just a little, feeling that extra stretch. He really didnt want to do this right now. He should have just listened to his brother and gone and done whatever crazy stunt he had up his sleeves. He sighed and let his head fall forward his hands pushing his lap top back at the same time and he let his forehead hit the top of the table. He banged it, not hard, a couple of times. i dont know.. i dont know.. i dont know. he sighed quietly to himself.
He turned his head, catching a glimpse of blond. He lifted his head up, something telling him he should pay attention. He wasnt sure why. He turned in his seat to get a better look. He frowned, all he could see was her back. Well clearly he was meant to see who this was. WHy else was his mind so insistent that he should pay attention. He reached over and closed the cover on his lap top. He didnt really want to do that right now anyway. He would regret this, but its not as if he doesnt have time. He just likes to do it right away... well... sometimes there can be exceptions.
Finally the girl turned and he observed her. She was looking at all the flowers and such. At least he was assuming so thats where her attention looked like it was focused. She looked so unaware of everything else around her. He studied her some more as she turned even more towards his way, making her way towards the middle of the courtyard. Her face was familiar.. and he knew he met her before, but mostly he was sure it was her eyes that he remembered the most. He grinned and he got up grabbing his things and making his way over towards where she had just made herself comfortable.
hey... he said, his voice quiet in a normal toned way. he pulled his sucker from his mouth as He sat down. I hope you dont mind me joining you... i'll leave if you dont want me here... he said. You remember me? he asked. we've met a time or two... its Mikey.. or micheal .. really its up to you what you want to call me. he shrugged and then reached into his pocket, his other hand setting his stuff down. want some candy? he asked holding his hand out with an assortment of hard candies a friendly smile on his face..
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