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Post by harrisontate on Jul 25, 2011 14:48:28 GMT -5
more than meets the eye, thought process is geared
T O C A U T I O N T O T H E W I N D
we shuffle along indiscriminately
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Dark hair spilled across the coming senior's head as he leaned over a book in a secluded corner of the library. Studying? No, school wasn't in session. The town was too cheap to have summer school there. Reading? Perhaps, though it had been awhile since he'd remembered to turn a page.
He'd chosen that corner of the Thorpe High School Library Media Center for a reason. It was the only part of the school that was open during the summer, since it served as both high school and citywide public library. On the front wall of the main floor, a span of glass doors opened to the public and let in a lot of light. Downstairs, matching glass doors ran across back corner. Down them was a dark hallway. It was the entrance to the library from the high school, and since it was summer, no lights were on. This made the small corner with a couple of tables and chairs one of the darkest, quietest places in the building. The bookshelves by the tables held textbooks, so the area was rarely frequented when school was not in session. A wall separated that small study alcove almost entirely from the rest of the downstairs, which was mostly filled with computers, a couple magazine racks, and then two fully-enclosed private classrooms.
The book he'd pulled off the shelf and now stared at was a seeminly outdated copy of a Physics textbook. It was a well-worn hardback, with a few ripped and folded pages. Highlighting on the text had been done so long ago it was now faded and barely noticeable. Not that the boy would have noticed it anyway. He could stare at the book and pretend to read it all he wanted, but his thoughts were far away. He only came to the library when he wanted solitude. He just wanted to be left alone. Away from the too-cheerful sunlight and the handful of people he considered close to him. Actually, there were so few he could count them on one hand. No, make that two fingers. The only people who had a remote clue about him were his godparents - the couple he'd been entrusted to after his parents and sister died as a result of a car wreck just 3 summers before.
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H E A D S W I M S, H E A R T C R I E S
BECAUSE HOPELESSNESS RESIDES
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GRAND TOTAL OF 500 BABY IT'S complete FOR THE EYES OF awry/kinsley
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Post by kinsleyolmstead on Jul 26, 2011 16:34:13 GMT -5
i must confess , [/i][/b][/size][/font]  i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -He had maybe twenty minutes left of (relative) freedom and silence.
Halfway across town, Kinsley Olmstead was pacing around her room, searching for her purse and keys so she could head off to the library, a place she hadn't visited in several months but had made up her mind to revisit on a recent whim. Her dad was a teacher at the high school; instead of holing up in his office after class, she would trek off to the library to 'study', but more often take up one of the couches and read one of the many numerous books shelved there in one sitting. Of course, it would be difficult to get there without her car.
Ten minutes. Kinsley was finally in her car, cranking the engine of the 1960's vintage pick up truck, rolling down the windows to let in the summer breeze and rolling down the midwest highway that led into town and its campus. Music was blasting; she was in a good mood - as always. She let loose her dark, wavy hair from wherever she'd lazily tied it up and sang along with the radio, her thoughts free and effortless.
Two minutes. Kinsley pulled into a parking space in front of the high school, rolled the creaky windows back up into their original positons, hopped out of the car and headed down the high school hallways and towards the library. By then, the other patrons in the library had exited - to Kinsley's impression, the room was empty. So she let herself in, the door shutting behind her with a soft thud and she took off skipping towards the bookshelves, childlike and easily amused in her solitude. Of course, just as she reached the end of the nonfiction shelves, the girl nearly collided with a boy in the dimly-lit corner, a part of the library she rarely occassioned. Feeling that it would be awkward to walk off and ignore him, Kinsley decided to do what she did best - introduce herself and make conversation.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was in here!" Her skin flushed a light pink; had he seen her skipping down the aisles like she was five again? "I'm, ah, Kinsley Olmstead."
[/b] She offered, her eyes straying to the book laid out in front of the boy, a weak attempt to find a topic of conversation. "So ... what are you reading? Getting ready for next school year?"Oh, this was turning out to be just downright awkward. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] THIS THREAD IS finished.
AND IT’S FOR issalyn/harrison
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 425
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO no one would riot for less, bright eyes
AND WE’RE WEARING dunno
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? o poop dis is laem
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Post by harrisontate on Jul 26, 2011 19:03:30 GMT -5
more than meets the eye, thought process is geared
T O C A U T I O N T O T H E W I N D
we shuffle along indiscriminately
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Loud speech belonging to a girl rudely interrupted his solicitude. Harrison looked up at her as she talked, giving her an icy glare. After her first remark, he turned back to his book, but then he quickly realized she didn't intend to stop talking yet.
His eyes narrowed into slits and his lips drew into a tense line. "Just leave me alone, okay?" He huffed and turned back to his book yet again, this time hoping she'd get the picture he wasn't interested in idle conversation with a total stranger.
He blew the hair out of his eyes, and then angled his head slightly so he could look at her. Dark hair, kind of girly-girl clothes. He didn't recognize her. But then again, he'd spent the better part of the last three years doing his best to remain invisible. It went without saying that he'd made no friends and really hadn't talked to anyone. The fact that she'd introduced herself told him she probably didn't recognize him either. That also was to be expected.
She was the type he always avoided. Pretty. Bubbly. Happy for God's sake. He glared at her again for good measure and then pretended to ignore her entirely. She could sit there and yap in his ear all she wanted, but it wouldn't matter to him. Sooner or later she'd have to give up. Even the girls with the nicest of intentions usually couldn't hold out against his cold expressions and edgy demeanor.
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H E A D S W I M S, H E A R T C R I E S
BECAUSE HOPELESSNESS RESIDES
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Post by kinsleyolmstead on Jul 28, 2011 13:13:22 GMT -5
i must confess , [/i][/b][/size][/font] i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -A stranger that didn't take to her? Could he possibly exist? For a moment, the suddenly timid girl had to fight the urge to reach out and touch him, just to be sure he wasn't some hallucination, a manifestation of her deepest, most well-kept secret - she was terrified of rejection. Just leave me alone, okay? For a moment or two after those words were spoken, she wanted nothing more but to do just that. Thank you and all apologies, and out the door she'd go to proceed, thoroughly confused, back to her pick up. But Kinsley's stronger nature - her false face of confidence and charm - did it's job and took over. He couldn't want to be alone. Those eyes told her differently.
"I'm sorry; you're not convincing me."
[/b] The girl muttered, sympathetically but firmly, striding behind the boy's chair to a nearby table, seating herself with a quick hop into the air. "If you really wanted to be left alone, you wouldn't have asked. You would have introduced yourself, answered the question, and returned to your oh so captivating textbook, upon which I could just merrily skip off on my way."[/b] Oh, Kinsley, going out on a limb again. It would be a wonder if he hadn't sent her home in tears and a fit of self-doubt within the next fifteen minutes. She tended to project her own opinions onto strangers, especially those that caught her interest, and he was no exception. Smiling away. "But you didn't. And now you're stuck with me."[/b] Yes, it was his lucky day. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] THIS THREAD IS finished.
AND IT’S FOR issalyn/harrison
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 273 D:
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO cleanse song, bright eyes
AND WE’RE WEARING dunno
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? o poop dis is stil laem
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Post by harrisontate on Jul 29, 2011 12:14:20 GMT -5
more than meets the eye, thought process is geared
T O C A U T I O N T O T H E W I N D
we shuffle along indiscriminately
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The girl kept talking, and Harrison kept his steely eyes on the book. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. God, didn't this thing have an off button or something? Apparently his initial glare hadn't been enough to scare her off. He liked to think he was a pretty big guy for his age, the kind that was intimidating when he was mad, or pretending to be mad. Not that he was really a bad person, but people seemed to think he was some rough, tough kind of guy. Just because he scowled a lot and kept to himself. Whatever.
He realized she was still talking, and smiled to himself about the fact that he'd managed to blur her out for a moment. Boy was he good at pretending he was the only one in the universe. He caught something about being stuck with her, and he nodded. Yeah, it looked like he was stuck all right. He tried to think of a way to get her to leave, but couldn't come up with anything he'd actually do.
So he gave her another glare. "Darn." One word. That was all she got. Then he turned away from her again, not really caring who she was or what she looked like, or why she was even there. The world was really just one long string of questions, if you thought about it right. And he wasn't the type of guy to make finding answers to those questions one of his problems. Other people seemed so worried about the who's and the how's and the why's of life. But Harrison, he just floated along. It was like being someone in the audience of a classical concert suddenly busting out with loud rap music. It didn't exactly fit in. Except, in that case, the rap music would be loud and obnoxious and impossible to ignore. He was the opposite of all of those things. So in reality, this girl was more like the rap music, and the quiet confines of his mind were the harmonies of the classical concert.
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H E A D S W I M S, H E A R T C R I E S
BECAUSE HOPELESSNESS RESIDES
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Post by kinsleyolmstead on Jul 29, 2011 16:32:21 GMT -5
i must confess , [/i][/b][/size][/font] i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Yes, she'd met people like him before. Maybe none as obstinate or acerbic, but he'd be glad to know there were others like him. He wasn't alone in trying to be. One word, one syllable. That was all she'd get, but she couldn't seem to accept it, just twirling her hair in her fingers, curiously watching the stranger that had, for whatever reason, intrigued her fickle curiosity. He wasn't really her type - she preferred the sweet, sort of timid guys that made conversation easy - so her interest was nothing romantic, of course not yet. But she wanted to find out what made him tick.
Kinsley sat in silence for a moment, hoping to give him a chance to relax, perhaps for his resolve to quaver. She used the time to just watch him, her warm brown eyes glancing over his void stare into the textbook, his cheekbones, jaw, shoulder. Absorbing his presence, trying to read him without words. Naturally, she was unsuccessful, and Kinsley had to open her mouth again.
"Did I ever do anything to you?" Her voice remained warm and sugary as always, but there was a lilt of something is, a vague, indistinct pain she couldn't quite squeeze between the lines. Maybe she had said something wrong; she'd always felt her effervescence could get a little out of hand ... Always showing itself at the wrong times. "Or do you treat your family like this, too?" Oh, it had never made itself evident at a more wrong time. But she didn't mean any harm. No, Kinsley was just trying to coax him in to talking and using the clumsiest possible tactics to get there.
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AND IT’S FOR issalyn/harrison
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE meh, who cares. xD
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO dinosaur jr.
AND WE’RE WEARING dunno
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? boopboopadoop
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