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Post by sandxx on Feb 4, 2010 20:22:01 GMT
>jessica louise flowerton< it was my heart it was my life
it was my start it was your knife
this strife it dies
this life and these lies ______________________________________ ______________________________________ An average-sized year eight walked among the dead and dying autumn leaves, seemingly wandering around with no purpose. But she did have a purpose. She knew that soon, Virgil Kristos, would be here. Jessica Flowerton was in love with the Greek boy, and was not ashamed to admit to herself she was obsessed with him. It was true, she had deep mental problems, but she would not ever admit that. She sat on a huge oak, dark hair falling down either side of her.
Her thick black make-up, dark perfect eyeliner, and pitch-black shirt and skirt marked her as the emo-gothic type. And it was true. More evidence lay on her wrists, which were criss-crossed with self-inflicted cuts, though those were rarely visible, as she often wore long-sleeved shirts, or cardigans. She shifted to make herself comfortable, deep greeny-ambery eyes scanning the surrounding areas for any sign of the boy she stalked.
Jessica Flowerton;; 156 words;; strong muse;; isn't she crazy? <3 |
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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 4, 2010 23:35:32 GMT
its a good life so why yall trippin the good life slippin away !
crunch. crunch. crunch.
the brown leaves crinkled under his trainers as he walked to the great oak, a book in his hands, a golden labrador trotting and frolicking in the leaves. the blonde male was wearing a white jacket, with a blue tshirt underneath, as well as dark blue jeans for his lower body, and black trainers. the year eight sighed, his blue eyes flickering up from the pages of the book, seeing a girl sitting on the oak tree. a goth. the blonde blinked a couple of times, before he shrugged, knowing that nothing bad would happen, and sitting down on the grass which was free of dying autumn leaves, and his golden lab, zale, immediately flopped down beside him, tongue lolling out of his mouth. virgil turned a page in the book, which was actually a manga (Wolf's Rain), and continued to read the manga, unaware of all, knowing that his dog would warn him of anyone coming to him.
WORDS} one hundred and sixty one.
NOTES} not my best.
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Post by sandxx on Feb 5, 2010 16:18:27 GMT
"Hello, Virgil," she almost whispered, voice quick and high pitched. She gave the dog a weary glance - animals didn't seem to like her all that much - and turned her intense gaze to the boy, mascara-laiden eyelashes sweeping the bottom of her eye socket as she blinked. She ran her pale hands along each sleeve, making each one was firmly covering the tracks of her depression and cuts. Feeling one seep slightly with blood as she ran her fingers heavily along it, she was glad that - as always - she was wearing black.
101 words;; like you, not my best;; jessica is truly mental o.0 |
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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 5, 2010 17:07:59 GMT
zale was tense, however, the blonde male didn't notice that, but when he heard a half quiet, 'hello, virgil', the year eight's dog had sat up and whacked his muzzle on virgil's jaw, causing the young male to jump a bit and immediately look over at the other person sitting on the great oak, dressed in all black. the year eight stayed quiet, eyes fixed on the female student, not wanting to go up to her. it seemed that zale agreed with him, for the dog had shifted into a position where the lab had his front body on virgil's lap, back to the girl and, faintly, virgil could feel a quiet growl in the dog's throat.
"calm, boy," virgil murmured quietly, fixing his eyes on the goth student, feeling sort of... nervous.
NOTES} --
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Post by sandxx on Feb 5, 2010 18:13:50 GMT
Jessica glared at the dog, and turned back to Virgil. "What are you doing? What's that you're reading? Is it good? What kind of dog is that? Is it yours? Why is your dog growling? How long have you had that dog for? What is it's name?" She gushed out question after question before stopping for breath, and glancing at her hands, nails painted black. "I bet you've heard stuff about me," she said quietly. "That I'm emo. Mental. A psycho." She turned away, and for the first time in years, tears fell softly down her cheeks. "Maybe I am crazy. Maybe. That doesn't mean they should make rumours about me, though." Her voice cracked on the word rumour, and she stared into the roots of the Great Oak, wondering what Virgil thought of her.
148;; great muse;; my mcdonalds is here! :3 |
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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 5, 2010 18:28:56 GMT
oh... this is sort of... messy... the blonde bit his lip, placing his book on the ground after he folded the corner of the page. he immediately started to soothingly stroke his dog's back and flanks, feeling the vibrations of growls subsiding into quiet snoring. "i'm reading a manga called Wolf's Rain, and it is good so far... My dog is called Zale, he's a golden labrador and I've had him for two years..." virgil just wanted to get up and go away after he answered those questions, but because he was polite he didn't really want to.
"what's your name, may i ask...? and, let me just say that you should ignore those rumours... i suppose you shouldn't be ashamed if you're... crazy, as you put it..." i want to go. i want to go...
NOTES} poor greek boi. xD
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