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Post by OLIVER MARSHALL on Jun 10, 2010 13:16:37 GMT -5
Oliver Marshall did not like having free periods. There was nothing to do. Ever. He'd finished his homework for the rest of the week, and in some cases where his teacher gave the class a syllabus for the rest of the unit, he'd finished all that, too. So he was stuck with a little problem.
What to do?
He had been sitting in the library for a few minutes now, smirking inwardly at the irony he seemed to have run into: this place was a library, yet Oliver could name about five other places in school where the atmosphere was much more quiet. The teen sighed and shuffled a small stress ball from one hand to the other, rolling it over the old wooden table as if it were totally normal and totally allowed. Which, of course, it wasn't.
Oliver gave his best innocent smile in the direction of the librarian after she'd shaken her head as a warning to put the ball away. Oliver ignored her pleads and winked, hoping to get her to drop charges with a wiggle of his sexy eyebrows.
But trying to charm a middle aged woman from across a large space with a variety of different books all organized by dewy decimal system was quite hard, and Oliver found her pointing her long bony finger towards the door was a sign to get the fuck out of this place. Which he had no intention of doing, of course. The blonde boy stuffed the stress ball into his jacket pocket next to his phone and keys and got up. He turned in the opposite direction of her finger, which awarded him a heavy sigh from the thin-figured librarian. She stared at him with eyeliner-heavy eyes, though he ignored it as best he could as he climbed to the second floor of the library. He exited out of an open window and stepped foot on the balcony.
It was a wide known fact that those who went on the balcony without permission were in serious trouble, but honestly, how many teachers could see him from up here? The shade from the surrounding trees was lovely, and it was quite a bit cooler up here than it was in the library, which made Oliver quite at home and comfortable. Sure the balcony wasn't the cleanest place (the school maintenance didn't find any problem with not cleaning any areas of the school that were not used on a regular basis), and Oliver would probably have to take a nice, long shower when he got home to wash the dust and dirt off of himself, but he didn't mind, as long as he could rest for just a little while without having to hear the sound of a teacher blabbering away in his ear about what was right and what was wrong.
"Mr. Marshall, a boy with your IQ should be studying, not getting in so much trouble!"
Oliver sighed and laid down on his back, tucking his hands behind his head for a bit of comfort. He looked up at the trees above him and proceeded to count the amount of branches between the balcony and the sky. He closed his eyes to do a short calculation, and ended up keeping them closed. This was the life. No teachers to bother him, no work to be done. What could be any better than this?
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Post by SUMMER RAIN on Jun 10, 2010 13:39:19 GMT -5
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BLACK DRESS, WITH THE TIGHTS UNDERNIETH
- - 'i got the breath of her last sigarette on her teeth [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Once again, the day bored her. She had no reason to do anything but study. And it wasn't like she didn't want to study, but even geeks had some time off right? numerous exams and tests had been taking place. And she was to have another one on the next day. Thus, her mood wasn't the most bright. She let her eyes scan the book infront of her, she'd read this bloody rain forrest book thousands of times before. And it wasn't likely that she was going to read it again. And she wasn't going to leave this room, there wasn't anything else to do. Even though, this wasn't much of a library, it was messy, loud and extremely dull.
The book she was reading, one which she'd read many times. Was based on a true story;apparently. She had read it for her rainforrest project. She had to just study it, do the neutrient cycle excetera, excetera. So, nothing much, she'd done it back when she was a sophomore. She didn't have much else to do now. She was in the centre of everything and had a very, very good memory. She could memorize alot from previous years, often when reminded however. And often if she sat on the same table as other geeks, she would be having majour brain workings at the same time. Made sense really.
Her attention; that she had much off. Glanced around the library, kids playing games and fooling around could be spotted everywhere. What was this place? a play ground? no, not for someone with her IQ. She was a computer and study geek, even though she never really practiced it and wasn't in that group. She just, played along so to speak. She was definatly a band geek, she lived upto her reputation and lived it well. She played all the time, after doing all of her homework, she'd practice. Or she'd go out and buy another guitar or practice on her keyboard. She had such a reputation with that, even though a reputation wasn't what she longed for. Even though, she hadn't been given the status of "sexy", even though some thought so. She was beautiful, as numerous sources had suggested.
Summer lifted her hand through the light, watching her pale white hand turn a bright yet pale red. She knew kids would emss around with that for hours and question everything to do with the little red light. When it wasn't. Your skin is just too thin and it's particals let the light through. Ofcourse, not all kids know that. She was truely bored, she couldn't play music today as the music rooms were shut for refurnishing. Mainly because all of the new kids were coming in now. Snotty little freashmen who don't know when to stop asking fucking questions. And it annoyed her. Things are just the way they are, because that's the way they are. You don't need an explaination. Just like how the human mind cannot grip the theory of nothingness. Or atleast, very few can.
She held her book tight in her hand, looking out of the pale framed window, the sun was bright today it seemed. Or atleast on her area' of the room. She didn't seen any light over in a different area however. She just watched others, messing and making such a racket. If she owned the library, she would make them all shut up. But ofcourse, she didn't have the power to do so, oh no, she was just another girl in the schoo. But atleast she was leaving this year. She didn't have that bad of an opinion of the freashmen. She just, had more friends with those in her year. So, it made sense really. She looked out once more, the light green grass swaying in the sudden, slight breeze that passed through the window.
Summer took yet another glance around the room, as her eyes finally set on the sexy beast that was Ollie. Or rather oliver, but due to more puppy and kitten names also known as Ollie. So, she kept her eyes on him. How he flirted with the librarian at least twice is age. He'd do anything for a good shag. She wouldn't she weas taken and happily. But, she watched his movements softly as he walked away, she didn't pay much attention to where. Not until he stepped out, that was when she became interested, deeply interested. She slowly, but surely walked over to the women at the desk, listening to her words softly, before giving her book in that she'd borrowed. She softly and sweetly nodded to her. "your a sweet girl summer, sort your "brother" out" she shook her head, she was just refered as that alot. As they had that kind of relationship, but nothing more then that it seemed.
Summer looked out of the balcony and walked over to it, slightly stepping out of the window, looking down on the boy that lay. She took a sigh as she sat behind him, she didn't mind if he leant on her, it was a nice day and they had nothing to do. She smiled as she gently ran her hand through his blond hair. It was messy ofcourse, he was damn hot for a geek. And she had that slight attraction to him ofcourse. She spoke softly, just above him. Her eyes had changed to a pale grey in the light. Her eyes also seemed to shift as the shade slightly moved every few seconds. She smiled and continued to play with his hair, speaking to not scare him (as if he'd be scared anyway). "Hey Ollie, take it your done with work? that library isn't ideal as it's so friggin' loud" she said almost complaining, she went there to read, not be nagged by pre-school (primary school) children. And she didn't have time for them anyway.
AND SHE'S AN ACTRESS BUT SHE AIN'T GOT NO MEAT
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Post by ALPHONSE MORBECK on Jun 10, 2010 17:10:45 GMT -5
A blond figure sat at an empty table in the library at Middlesex Senior High. Alphonse was hunched over the gray table, reading manga. Tapping his fingers quietly, he flipped the page of his book. He sighed. Damn free period. Its so fuckin' boring! Homework for the day was done- including that syllabus that the teacher had handed out. Out of the corner of his blue eyes, he noticed that Band girl.. He put his hand on his mouth, trying to remember what her name was.. Autumn? April? Summer.. That's what her name was. And she was talking to that douche-bag Oliver. Alphonse had never liked him. He was so arrogant- it drove him crazy.
He closed his eyes. Why was it so hot in here? Why had he left his ponytail holder at home? He had forgotten it at home. Again. Alphonse pulled off his sweatshirt. Maybe that'd help a little. God it was so loud in here. You'd think that the library would be quiet. But no. It was one of the loudest places in the entire school. If Alphonse actually had something to study for or work on, he would of been in the cafeteria. Damn, it seemed that a migraine was going to start up! He fished out his MP3 player, and put on his tiny headphones. Not earbuds mind you. He had always hated the way that they stuck to the inside your ear. Eh, gross.
Like those girls sometimes do, Alphonse twirled his long blond hair. It was so soft! He suddenly remembered that he put a holder in his binder last week. A small glimmer of hope! Damn. no holder. He leaned back in his chair, sighing again. The blond teen was still hot, and nothing to put his hair back in. Why had he grown out his hair anyway? It seemed to be more of a pain than anything! Brushing, conditioning, buying holders for his hair all the time.. It was nice though. It kept the back of his neck warm during the winter.
Finally, Disturbed had successfully drowned out the loud from all around him. Alphonse began to hum the tune of the song, Down with the sickness. "You know, and I'm down with the sickness. Open up you're fate, commin' to me." He said quietly under his breath. It was common knowledge that Alphonse was no singer. Hopefully no one had heard him. He thought to himself. What am I exactly? He was a nerd.. Ish. He wasn't popular. Ask almost anyone in this school if they knew who Alphonse Morbeck was; and he could guarantee that less than a hand-full of people would be able to tell you.
No, he wasn't emo or goth or anything like that. Yes, he liked Screamo and the colour black. In fact, at this moment, he had painted his nails a dark purple/black. It was really shiny. Well, he wasn't all that social, alright? Not that he was antisocial- he just didn't talk much. Alphonse never found talking to people he doesn't know to be worthwhile. Or at least- most of the time. In fact, he doesn't even know of any other otaku in school- or more importantly, anyone else who.. Shared the same sexuality as he. But who would be interested in a loner-y like kid who wears too much black, has long hair and an obsession with manga.
Alphonse stared out at the balcony. It was absolutely forbidden for students who didn't have permission to be out in the balcony. The teenager wondered what it would be like to do something bad for once. He yawned. He had managed to oversleep again. He fished out his phone, staring at it. A samsung alias 2. God, he hated the alarmclock on it more than anything. Why could it only play ringtones? He really hated waking up to Linkin' Park every morning. But, evidently he had forgotten to set the volume, and he woke up late. Fortunately, he had made it before the last bell.
His blue eyes shifted back over to Oliver. Why was that Summer girl playing with his hair?
ooc;;
I hope y'all don't mind that I joined. ;3
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Post by OLIVER MARSHALL on Jun 10, 2010 22:51:17 GMT -5
 YOU CAN NEVER RUN THE GAME CUZ I'M IN IT
{ THIS IS YOUR LAST FIVE SECONDS OF YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTES }Oliver opened his eyes when he heard a soft clatter, and looked up to see a gorgeous dark haired girl climbing through the window onto the balcony. Summer Rain, a childhood friend of his, stood above him. Oliver couldn't help but smile ever so slightly. She was a close friend of his since he'd been a freshman at Middlesex Senior High School, of course, their relationship ran from close frieds to angry rivals in seconds, though mostly it was because they were as close as siblings would be.
Oliver liked Summer, too. Not sexually, but he would do nearly anything to protect her and keep her safe. And she wasn't terrible looking, she was merely taken, and Oliver knew better than to hit on a taken girl... Sometimes... At least, when the taken girl had a boyfriend who was the slightest bit overprotective of her, though Oliver knew he meant well.
Oliver sat up momentarily to let Summer sit behind him, before resting his head on her leg. He closed his eyes and sighed as he let her run her hands through his messy golden hair. 'Sex hair' as he liked to call it.
"Hey Ollie, take it your done with work? that library isn't ideal as it's so friggin' loud" Oliver hissed at the nickname Summer had given him, but he was used to it; it would have been a waste of time to tell her not to call him that, because he knew full well she wouldn't listen. Oliver nodded, "Yep, all of it," he smirked, boasting ever so slightly. He wondered how much of it Summer had done, sure she was in the grade above him, but surely she knew to complete all of her homework before it was even assigned? All the top nerds knew that trick. Oliver was surprised not more students at Middlesex Senior High School thought of that; at least, that way they didn't have to worry about work for the rest of the week, and could go out and party and have a great time without feeling guilty about not completing their homework.
Stupid kids.
"Some people need to get a life, Summ," Oliver mumbled, just about to close his eyes tight and shift into a sleeping pose. Before he could do so, however, there was another clatter coming from the open window and a loner-boy Oliver knew from a couple of his classes stepped out into the fresh outside air.
Oliver stared at the boy with intense green eyes, trying to remember the kid's name. Sure they had been in the same class since freshman, and the other boy probably had gone to Middlesex Junior High School with him before, yet he wasn't the type of person who remembered the names of those he didn't associate himself with. And if anything was certain, Oliver did not associate himself with guys who grew their hair like women and painted their nails in a gothic fashion.
Oliver scrunched his brow together and finally came up with a name for the blonde boy, "Hello, Alejandro, sorry, Alphonse," Oliver corrected himself, purposely, smirking all the while, "Or should I call you Allison now with all that long flowing blonde hair of yours?"
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Post by ALPHONSE MORBECK on Jun 11, 2010 6:56:11 GMT -5
Alphonse closed his eyes, letting Disturbed work its magic of drowning out everything around him. It did the job- mostly. He could still here the voices of other students around him. Flipping to last page of his manga, he realized that this was the last of the books this library had. Damn, looks like he'd be adding something else to his list of stuff to get after work. And now that he thought of this, Alphonse probably should make a list. Pulling out a piece of paper out of his notebook, and then grabbed his pencil. He touched his face. Where were his glasses? Damn, did he leave them at home too? He couldn't see as well as he liked to without them.
He noticed that that Oliver bastard and that Summer chick seemed to be chatting. They must have known each other for a long time, since history and understanding must be the only thing that keeps their friendship together. Alphonse put down his pencil, the list was finished. Where had he put those glasses? He had been so sure that he had brought them today. The blond teen made a little, "ah!" noise. There they were! Hidden behind his binder. Putting the black frames on his face, he sighed. What to do now? He had finished his last manga book, and again, no homework to do.
"Hello, Alejandro, sorry, Alphonse," Alphonse sighed. It was that douche-bag Oliver. Didn't he have someone else to bother?
"Or should I call you Allison now with all that long flowing blonde hair of yours?" This made the young blond shake his head. "Just leave me alone." He said kind-of-quietly. Alphonse didn't dare actually turn to face him. Why bother? Hopefully he'd just go back to talking to that Summer-girl or something. Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Yes, most likely because of his hair (duh) and the fact that he wears black all the time, likes stuff that Oliver doesn't like and that he has no friends. So basically, he was just a walking, sometimes-talking, "hey, come and pick on me" target for people like Oliver. [/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by SUMMER RAIN on Jun 13, 2010 7:47:34 GMT -5
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BLACK DRESS, WITH THE TIGHTS UNDERNIETH
- - 'i got the breath of her last sigarette on my teeth [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Summer continued to run her hands through the blonds lusious hair. It was really, really soft. She liked it. Nikko would sometimes run his hands through hers but not as much as Summer did to his obviously. But, Summer saw Ollie more as a brother. They were close, had an occasional flirt, but it was friendship then anything else. Someone Summer could be herself around. Even though, after man years of being popular, she was shy. She hated being around others, unless they were extremely close friends that wern't just there for a reputation and sex. Olli was definatly a friend, they were both geeks and had been friends for years. So, there was no need to be suspicious. Not to mention that he was good with her, knowing his own bounderies. As much as Nikko would let him anyway.
Although she was popular, she was actually rather surprised. As she loved rock, techno, dance and even some country and soul. So, she would have been beaten up numerous times if she was a nobody. So, she wished that she wasn't popular so she could be left alone. But if she wasn't popular, she would be bullied, alot. But she never bullied anyone. She didn't see it right. She just wanted everyone to be left alone who wanted to be left alone. She just wanted a few close friends. And not to be pestered by jocks who want to sleep with her for kicks and nothing more. Reputation was everything when your a teenager, Nothing more. She knew, much to experience, that she would rather not be popular and get good grades then be a idiot and then get a horrible job. Ofcourse, bullying doesn't help you study, niether does peer preasure. But with good friends, you'll get through right? Summer thought so anyway.
She felt the weight of his head on her leg. She didn't flinch, nor did she become tense. She just stayed still and continued to stroke his soft hair. As she smiled, she let go of his head. Listening to his words to the man behind them. The man, which sat a few metres behind them, caught her attention. He was unique, different and he definatly wasn't in a social group. She wanted to be a loner, but not to be bullied. She knew what ti was like to be alone. Even though it did benefit her shyness and her insacurity. Oliver and Summer had been friends for god knows how long, but that didn't effect her own judgement on those she did not know. She just treated people how they treated her. Unless ofcourse one hurt her, she wouldn't hurt them back. She wouldn't be worse then the one doing the hurting.
"Some people need to get a life, Summ," she heard in a quick mumble. She smiled as he shifted his position. She continued to stroke his hair, she didn't care what happened, she didn't care if they were put in detention, they always got out somehow right? Besides, detention is fun when your not alone. She continued to watch her best friend, watching his every move as the sun shimmered onto both of their skins. She watched his head turn as she became curious. Seeing the blond haired man in the window. She made no expression at first, just listening to what Ollie said. Disagreeing with what he said. She reached upto the light leaves above her, touching one lightly with the tip of her fingers.
Summer lead of to be the "snotty, snooty" girl of the year. Extremely popular and only getting and hanging around with boys for a reputation and a good fuck. When actually she was the opposite. Often surprising those who went near her with her lack of conversational skills. She took a sigh, continuing to watch her friends gaize on the boy. "Hello, Alejandro, sorry, Alphonse," Oliver corrected himself, purposely, smirking all the while, "Or should I call you Allison now with all that long flowing blonde hair of yours?" She pouted on his last word, rather frustrated as his words. She tapped his head lightly and looked at the blond for his reply. She could see that he wanted to be left alone, and if not alone to have a friend. Summer used to be like that, but then again, she had her best friend who turned out to be the love of her life. And a sexy geek for a friend, amazing band mate who she used to crush on and many other friends. Even though most of them were boys ofcourse. She was more of a man girl then a girlie girl. But she didn't follow the manish traits.
She took yet another sigh. Which obviously made her look like a total idiot. She lightly lifted her friends head of her leg and placed it onto the balcony. She was gentle with him, not just dropping his head. She watched Alphonse' eyes carefully. They were stunning. Summers eyes changed in the light and they did so as she went out of the sunlight. Their once sapphire eyes went a deep matalic grey. Stepping into the building she sorted out her shirt. She looked at him straight with no real expression, before turning to Oliver as she snapped. Or rather, nipped as she hardly ever got angry. "I-I appologise for Ollie. He's being an idiot...." she turned her head lightly to her friend and spoke, dragging her words. "Riiiight.... Ollie?" she said no more for a moment as she took a deep breath and continued. "Just ignore him, I like your hair it's unique. Not to mention shiny, s-shiny hairs good. Ofcourse, hair isn't everything" she said with a smile, picking up her six streing and putting it onto her back. Adjusting it as she spoke slowly. "Ollie just doesn't understand people who are different" she said with a smile putting her book onto the desk. Continuing to sort out her guiar straps.
AND SHE'S AN ACTRESS BUT SHE AIN'T GOT NO MEAT
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Post by OLIVER MARSHALL on Jun 13, 2010 20:22:13 GMT -5
YOU CAN NEVER RUN THE GAME CUZ I'M IN IT
{ THIS IS YOUR LAST FIVE SECONDS OF YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTES } "I-I appologise for Ollie. He's being an idiot...."
Oliver sat up at Summer's words and stared into her eyes with a stupid look on his face. Was she at all serious? Did she really think she could go and apologize for him? Oliver frowned, "I am not," he muttered angrily, turning back to Alphonse, upset that Summer was siding with the loser.
"Just ignore him, I like your hair it's unique. Not to mention shiny, s-shiny hairs good. Ofcourse, hair isn't everything"
Oliver nodded as he watched Summer walk through the window. The blonde boy angrily turned towards Alphonse, as if to appologise "Shiny hair is good," he agreed, speaking just loud enough for both Summer and Alphonse to hear, "When you're a girl," he laughed and exited the balcony after Summer.
"Ollie just doesn't understand people who are different" Oliver heard his dark-haired friend say. He rolled his eyes. Sure, maybe he didn't understand people who were strange. The guy did look like a blind retard with the way he dressed, but he could have done something with his hair to make it less girly. Oliver shook his head, he grabbed Summer's arm to explain.
"I don't care whether people are different or not," he said quickly and quietly, "I just don't like that gir--guy," Oliver said a bit louder now, correcting another purposely made mistake. God Oliver hated that guy, he needed to stop whining for attention. It was like Alphonse purposely looked like a douche to get people like Oliver to make fun of him in order to get a little attention.
Oliver grabbed Summer's shoulder to pull her back, "Summer," he whined, "Don't leave me here with him" Oliver pulled a puppy-dog expression over his face, pouting his lips ever so slightly at Summer to make her forget that she was mad at him, if she was mad at him, which Oliver was pretty sure was going on.
WAHH, sorry it's so short >.<
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Post by ALPHONSE MORBECK on Jun 13, 2010 20:39:29 GMT -5
"Shiny hair is good, when you're a girl." When the other blond teen heard Oliver's comment, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. What did Alphonse care if some punk thought he looked girly? And why in hell would that Summer-chick go out of her way to both apologize to him, and to complement him? Was she out of her fuckin' mind? If she has friends like Oliver, reputation should be everything to her, right? Why risk being nice to the loser who looks partially like a girl with his long hair?
"Ollie just doesn't understand people who are different." Alphonse wanted to snort. That was obvious. If something was a little weird to him, Oliver just had to make fun of it. Whether it's hair, style or, other things, he couldn't help but not insult it. And that was what irritated Alphonse more than anything. He had no regard for anyone else, other than himself. If Alphonse annoyed him so much, why even bother talking to him? Why not just ignore him? Surely he had better things to do than pick on him.
"I just don't like that gir--guy"
God. Alphonse was gonna have some headache after this. Again, he rolled his eyes. Could he be any less creative? He had been called a girl god only knows how many times.
"Summer, don't leave me here with him." Alphonse was actually starting to get a little, agitated now. If he didn't want to be in the same room as him, why the fuck did he just not leave? If he left, it'd give him the chance to go and find some descent manga.. Or at least, the ones he hadn't already read. Alphonse sighed, actually standing up to face Oliver. "You know, if you don't want to be in the same room as me, you could always leave." he said dryly. He hesitated a moment, debating whether or not to call him something in a language he most likely didn't understand. It has always worked in Grade School and Middle School.
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