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Post by elora on Aug 1, 2006 14:41:46 GMT -8
"Running...running 'til your feet bleed and your heart stops beating, Running 'til your sweat soaks through your clothes and leaves a trail of ponds behind you, Running 'til your eyes grow dim and weary the world before you, Running 'til-"
Elora's pen scribbled all over the poem when the bell rang and it's noise echoed throughout the school halls. "Class already?" She sighed, slapping her notebook closed, the dark black eyeshadow that stained Elora's eyelids wasn't too elegant but she liked it that way, seemingly. Same outfit except with a beaded green scarf, she sat up, pushing her back on the cold wall, and then stood as she advanced into the small bunch of students on their way to the freshmen classrooms. Oh ... dear ... gosh! "Like...where is the teacher?" "Hmm? I dunno! Hey waitasec, it's not time for second period yet, still lunchbreak!" "That was a damn false alarm?" "Sheesh!"
The students all rushed back out of the classroom, Elora noticed that it was still lunch break. She didn't bring lunch and neither was she in the mood for lunch, staring down at her blood-red painted fingernails, she sighed as she took her pen out of her pocket and laid her notebook back onto the desk she sat before. "I've still got a little bit of time before second period, I'll just finish my poem..." She spoke to herself quietly as she continued in her flawless writing. " ... or, start a new one. Runaway."
"If I were to run a thousand miles, who would be there to stop me? If I were to think of commiting suicide, who would be to talk to me? If I were to say I was leaving home, who would be there to plead to me? No one would, to tell the truth, No one would even bat an eye, Because I've already done all three, maybe not in this life, But I feel I have in some distant world, I am a runaway ...
A runaway. I run with the wind as fast as you can blink your eye, This soul with in that lurks my body isn't truly mine, I am just a jewel, blue, green, dull ... a runaway, a runaway, Runaway from hell ..."
Elora stopped her pen, looking over her poem she chuckled. "Well isn't that silly? My gosh!" She laughed at her stupid little random scribblings, oh what a crazy man you would have to be to execute all of the random tragedies! Indeed! Elora sighed as she randomly stared at her poem.
OOC: Do I have writers block or do I have writer's block? ... ><
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Post by zanza on Aug 1, 2006 16:04:28 GMT -8
Hearing the bell for what he thought second period a student wearing white came running down the hall towards his next class room unaware of the time. As he was moving in the hall he did not see any students so he figure he would be late to his class, again. Well at least he would find it this time unlike his first day when he couldn’t find any class.
Pushing over the door out of breath the freshman said in a rush, “Sorry I’m…late?”
As he was making that comment he noticed that the room was empty, but one girl. Still breathing hard the freshman looked in disbelief at the empty classroom as he tried to put his confusion into words, but could only give off a sigh with his jaw dropped wondering what was going on.
Looking at the only person in the room the freshman stood back up right and walked towards her. Placing his right hand behind his head and scratching it in a sort of nervous and confuse manner the freshman chuckled a little like he did something stupid before he asked, “Do you know what time it is?”
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Post by elora on Aug 2, 2006 15:47:39 GMT -8
"Now that's what I call a work of farts." Elora commented, ripping the sheet of paper out of her notebook and squeezing it up in her hand and then just recycling it on the corner of the small desk. She began another piece,
"If I were a bird, I'd have wings to fly, If I were an angel I'd have tears to cry, If I were a boy I'd have girls to cheat, If I were a girl I'd have executed many ... very bad ... deeds"
"Hm..." Elora pulled the sheet of paper out of her notebook like she had the last sheet and scratched her head. "My gosh, I guess I'm no J.R.R Token yet." She shrugged it off and placed her pen on the blank page as she then blinked her eyes, when her eyes closed the thick black eyeshadow stained on her eyelids showed momentarily before she opened her eyes back up to let her emerald gaze rest upon the empty room. She heard someone come in and say something about being late, looking to see it was a boy dressed in quite the awkward pair of clothes. Elora, not even having to turn her head to notice it, just felt the freshmen approaching. He had ushered a question her way though Elora was not quite in the mood for conversation,
“Do you know what time it is?” He had asked her, Elora didn't want to go into detail so she just replied simply. "Fifteen minutes from second period, I believe."
OOC: Changed title ><
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Aris Love
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Rain Rain Go Away, Come Again Another Day, All The World Is Waiting For The Sun
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Post by Aris Love on Aug 2, 2006 16:04:06 GMT -8
Aris walked down the halls angrily. He had no money with him and he was hungry. That generally left him in a bad mood. That generally left him very crabby. So to put it all in easy terms, he was irritated. He punched the wall on his way to class, he might as well just wait there. He couldn't stand watching people eat.
he pushed open the door and two people sat inside already. Well one sat, and the other stood. "Umm.... I guess I wasn't the only one who forgot to pay for food." he suggested walking into the class room, he had come too late to hear the boy talking. All he heard was the girl's answer and immediately his head started working the possibility of the question.
He disregarded it, assuming that it was pointless anyways and he jumped onto a desk. Then he noticed a piece of crumpled paper. "You don't mind do you?" He asked politely as he snatched the paper. His shirt collar was bent down and his pants hung around the tops of his shoes. They were white sneakers and the shoe laces were untied on both. It was quite humorous watching a man in a white button up shirt, black jeans, looking all serious, and sitting there with two untied sneakers.
But he paid no attention to his attire, instead he quickly unfolded the girl's poem and began to read.
OOC: Everything after me taking it is assuming you did not try to snatch it back or that you did not let me take it in the first place ^_^.
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