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Post by Gabriella Jukes on Oct 23, 2008 11:51:37 GMT -5
outfit
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt. You say “what did you do with him today?”, and sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray.
physics was never her strong point, she'd never been able to get her head around it. so instead of suffering an entire class where she didn't understand one thing and would embarrass herself by not doing the handout given, she thought she'd save herself the hassle and skip. she really didn't care about embarrassing herself in front of people, she just needed an excuse to get away from everyone. usually when she ditched she found a vacant class room and sat in there listening to her ipod but today every classroom she seemed to pass either had pupils or a teacher in it. the gym was being used for PE and the girls bathrooms had a crowd of preppy little bitches huddled around the mirror. the only place she could think of that would be empty was the theater. the school wasn't having another 'production' until months away, so there was no reason for anyone to be in here.
she was laying in the back row of seats, so that if any teacher did come in they wouldn't see her and she wouldn't be put on another detention for ditching class. she had her arms behind her head as she stared up into the ceiling, the dull, colorless ceiling. she had put the ear phones to her i pod into her ears almost as soon as she had plopped herself down. walk this way - aerosmith ft run dmc was pumping through them. she tended to put the volume to it's highest, mostly to block out the noises around her. she let her foot tap to the music and sighed. glancing over to the wall, and seeing the big red no smoking sign, she rolled her eyes. there was no one here and there weren't any fire bells, she was going to have a smoke. lifting her school bag from the ground, she rummaged around until she produced her half-full pack.
quickly lighting one up she breathed a sigh of satisfaction. she hadn't had one since last night. her father had tried to act all caring last night. he'd came into her room last night -surprisingly sober- and had caught her red handed having a smoke outside her bedroom window, which she did every night before bed. it seemed he was starting to play dad now and even tried to ground her. she had laughed, right in his face. in the past few years he'd ignored the fact she was drunk because he too had been tipsy himself, expressed no interest in her life and completely ignored her. now he was trying to pull himself together and try to parent her? now? that was a joke and she told him so. he came off with the old 'i'm your father, you don't talk to me like that!' and she had said that infact, no, if he wanted to be treated like her dad, he should act like one.
taking another drag of her cig, she checked the time. in forty-five minutes the bell would ring and she would have to trek all across to history class. history wasn't so bad, infact it was one of her favourite classes, just the thought of going to any class was making her groan. she moved her body a little trying to make herself more comfortable as another song came on, hometown glory - adele. the music flowed through her ears, so loud that she didn't hear when the door to the theater opened and closed with a bang.
words: 584
lyrics: amy winehouse - you know i'm no good
notes: blah
status: completed and open.
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Post by Danton Lloyd on Nov 3, 2008 18:15:49 GMT -5
It was lesson time for the highschoolers, so Danton had been allowed access of the grounds. His grandparents should be here, or even better, his parents, but since neither could spare the time, here he was, wandering aimlessly around the school grounds, wondering if Ruane would like it here. Sometimes he felt much more like her father than her older brother. Of course, Danton being Danton, he headed for the theatre, he loved to perform. He hated the attention but he craved the rush. Quickly, he checked his wrist watch before pushing open the heavy door. He still had a while yet before he and Vanessa had to be at college. The high school theatre was indeed, impressive. A little voice in the back of his head reminded him this would be the only time he saw it. Ru wasn't particularly the "artsy" type. Flipping his hair out of the way he took a step in and allowed the door to clunk shut behind him.
For some reason, it smelt vaguely of nicotine in there, although Danton was aware of the large red No Smoking sign, he merely assumed it was one of the teacher's doing a naughty. His tatty, well worn old grey jeans dragged along the floor, too long for him despite his impressive height of 6ft 4 and his olive green, plain tshirt was a little too tight, not on purpose, you understand, just Danton had never been fussed with such things as appearances. Every muscle in his torso was visible, and Danton had substantial muscle. An old grey woolen hat sat on his head and wore weather worn beads around his neck and left wrist, his watch was on the right. His vans were old and falling apart but he loved them and couldn't bring himself to part with them, and finally, Vanessa, his trusty old accoustic guitar was strapped to his back. He looked for the world of him as if he had just wandered in here from the streets, but that, was part of his charms.
His chin was tilted up as he took in every inch of the grand room, and his eyes lingered hungrily on the stage, taking a step towards it, he grabbed at the strap that held Vanessa to him, but he knew he hadn't enough time, he had yet to visit the classrooms Ruane would actually use. He remembered she loved her writing, and was just about to exit to go and look at the English department, when he stopped and grinned, throwing back his head he yelled;
"ECHO!"
He was really just a big kid at heart, it was a shame he didn't have more oppurtunity to show it.
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