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[sphix]

A faint tapping sound could be heard from one of the several benches in the courtyard. There sat a young female, looking rather frustrated. The female went by the name of Mikaela Wolfe, seventeen years old, bored out of her skull, and on the verge of losing whatever little patience she still had. In front of her, the cause of all her doom. A notebook with a black cover barely visible under the ridiculous amount of stickers she’d had to it throughout the years, stared back at her almost as if he was laughing at her owner.

For the past minutes she had been trying to do some creative work, but it seemed that it wasn’t the proper day for such adventures. Instead of the writing she wanted to do, she had ended up doodling and now a nifty cat ran around in the pages of the notebook, chasing a ball of string. She sighed, stretching her arms and leaning back, so that her head tilted backwards and now she was looking at an upside courtyard. Her long multicollored hair had followed her movement and the ponytails she was wearing hung from her head, swaying with the wind. She hated being bored, and even though she was certain nearly everyone else in the world hated it too, today she felt as if she could just pass out right there, out of boredom. To make things worse, she couldn’t write, which had always been one of her favorite boredom killers. The female tapped her fingers against the cold surface of the bench and wondered… the break should be nearly ending now, but she made no motion to get up from her sitting place.

God how she wished something would happen. But it seemed that her wish was not going to be granted anytime soon, which was aggravating her problem even more. Not being able to write was bad, but not having anything to keep her distracted made it even worse. A small growl left her lips, and she sat straight once again, earning some glances. She glared at them; obviously those people didn't understand the meaning of being bored

"ARGH!"the shout of frustration came out before she could stop it, and she tossed the notebook to the ground, letting her body fall to the bench. She lay on her back, staring at the clouds that drifted above her and let out a small sigh. In the past few days, her life had been ruled by a state of deep boredom, and nothing she did seemed to help with that. "How I wish something would happen"

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[james levi]

James Levi

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die

I'll make my way back home as I learn to FLY.

There was a strangeness about him, a disconection, in those days. He used to be a happy young boy; smart, handsom, sucsessful in school. What had happened to that prespiring young boy, he didn't know. Was it their deaths? He wasn't sure. His sister had died only last year. His mother had died only last week. Why had it happened so fast? Why did they have to leave him? James sighed.

-- The kitchen had once been filled with the reasuring clatter of dishes. The Levi family always had their doors open, music pouring from the too-small-for-a-family-of-five house. That house, however, had very quickly seemed to become too big. James had come home from school one day to find his father in tears. "What's up, Pop?" The young boy had asked. His father had looked up and then fallen back into his hands, still crying. James found out later that day his mother had died, drowned in an attempt to save another person from a feeding frenzy of sharks. James had learned to hate that person, as well as sharks and water. But he didn't know how to hate. So he turned to drugs and trouble. --

James, like usual, had his little violin-hofneir bass strung around his shoulder, the instament was resting on his hip. On the oposite shoulder was a bright coloured bird. He flinched as Paradise squacked. Paradise was probally the prettiest bird you'd ever see that wasn't in a zoo. James had her wing feathers clipped, of course, so she wouldn't fly away. "Wheee-elcome to the Hot-el Cal-i-cracker?" Paradise squacked in an attempt to sing. James smirked and grabbed a cracker from his pocket, handing it to the bird who munched on it happily.

James was wearing a bright red shirt, which had the name of his band written on it along with their logo. His jeans were kind of shiny, and dark denim. He had a watch on, which was a plain black watch with silver buttons and such. His sneakers were black converses. He was absently strumming away at the bass, attempting to hum out lyrics to a new song. It was a somber melody, but the humming had a fake hint of brightness to it at certain parts. Walking up to the girl, he sat down next to her, tilting his head and saying quietly, "Hello."

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Notes: Wow. Muse. 0.o

[sphix]

She had just let her eyes close, and amazingly enough, was starting to give in to sleep. She had never though she was so tired; she’d been doing literally nothing in the past days. Oh well, guess doing nothing gets you tired as well. It was just when she was in that blissful state between sleep and awareness that someone decided to interrupt her by sitting on her bench. Not only that the person in question had also decided to start some sort of conversation.

When she had asked for something to happen, she hadn’t been referring to something like this… maybe some random dude tripping and falling into the lake, or a sudden rush of inspiration, but most certainly not someone trying to talk to her. You see, while Ellie was not one of those shy persons who runs away from most human contact, she would rather not have to talk much, especially because conversations with her tended to become something strange… there were only a few people who had the pleasure of being graced with her speech, and with those people her conversations never made any sense, not being much more than a constant ramble about all kinds of stuff, with loads of incontrollable laughter fits.

Anyway, figuring she would look rather strange not answering someone for such a long period of time, the girl decided to focus her attention on this new person, whom she had yet to se. So, it was it great reluctance that one of her grayish blue orbs showed itself to inspect the new comer. “May I help you with something?” she asked the boy, both eyes open by now, and locked on the bird perched on his shoulder with curiosity. That sure was a strange animal to keep as a pet, much less to walk around with it. And Omen would sure find this an interesting thing, she though, a smirk etching on her lips as she pictured her cat trying to hunt down the poor animal.

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[james levi]

James smirked at the girl, obvious he was trying to be a flirt, yet again. He couldn't go a day, it seemed, without flirting. It was kind of mean, to do that to a girl, but the majority of the time James could use being high as an excuse.

"Today, class, we will be assesing birds and their various organs. We will disect a bird tomarrow." Said the instructor. Little James couldn't help thinking of what a sick man the instructor must be. Who would want to disect such a beautiful animal? They were little humming-birds, and as the instructor carried on, James felt his heart crowding with hate of whoever killed the birds.

The next day, James came into class. He was assigned a partner, and they were to disect a humming bird. James had been a priss, in all truth. The teacher heartlessly dropped a bird in the tray, and James looked at the poor creature and cried. "How could you do that, you sick man!?" He yelled, glaring at the teacher. He then left the class and walked home, tears in his hazel eyes.

James felt himself resting an unsure hand on Paradise, who was skwacking madly. The memory was smacked from him as the birds claws dug into his shoulder, and he swore. "Damnit, Paradise!" He hisssed, taking his hand off of the bird. "Oh, no. You're helping just by being there." He said, taking the bird off his shoulder, and letting it rest on his wrist.

The bird jumped down, sqwacking, and James started to strum at the hofneir he held in his lap. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I, I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand, when I-ya-ya, say that something..." He sang with a flirty grin.

[sphix]

People were strange. She had come to figure that much in her few years of life. Hell, she was pretty crazy herself, but still, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit astonished by every act of random craziness she encountered. For example, this new acquaintance of hers. What kind of person goes around with a parrot perched on his shoulder? Not that she was passing any judgment or anything, no… she just thought birds were creepy, always staring at you with those eyes… birds were probably at the top of her ‘creepiest creatures on the face of the earth’, right alongside with flowers… Not to mention the bird was probably dangerous too, she figured as much after watching the little display of affection between pet and owner. Paradise? Oh, that sure was a fitting name.

An eyebrow rose at his comment “Oh, is that so? That’s awfully kind of you to say that” she spoke, the fake sweetness audible in her voice, as she tried her best not to laugh in his face. Of course she would have carried on if he hadn’t started to sing. That pretty much made her lose it and the laughter came before she could even stop it. Of course Ellie knew she should probably stop, otherwise she would run out of air or something… that and the guy might be offended. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She muttered as she managed to calm herself down a bit. “What’s up with that? Are you high or something?"

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