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Post by Melonie Ashlenn Miller on Jul 23, 2009 19:10:08 GMT -5
Melonie walked into the gym. She saw round tables like they had in the cafeteria set up. She walked closer to the one closest to the door, and saw that it had art supplies all over it. She dropped her bag down on the floor and sat down on the bench. She looked at all the paper and streamers of every color. "Well this should be fun." She said out loud, even though no one was around.
She picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting small stars out of a shiny gold paper. She listened to herself cutting, but that was the only noise around. She dropped what she was doing to lean down and get out her iPod. She turned it on, and put it on shuffle. Melonie's favorite song, Starstrukk, came on. She inserted the head phones into her ears and resumed her cutting. Before she knew it, she was singing along, quitely, and tapping her foot to the rhythm. She looked down and turned the music up louder, so that was all she could hear.
outfit :: thissss.
lyrics :: starstrukk, 3OH!3
credits :: credit goes to Heidi<3 of CAUTION!
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Post by Emmett Koehn on Jul 23, 2009 20:38:15 GMT -5
* [/color] stilll i hear you say you want to ,[/color]   ( [/color]END YOUR LIFE )[/color][/font][/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] There was so many different reasons why he didn't want to be here. Most of the reasons had something to do with the fact that he wasn't all that socialbe, and hated to be socialble, which was actually one of the reasons he was here. He hated talking to people, which was probably going to be impossible to avoid once he was there. Maybe he could act like a mute... or something. The only problem with being him was that he almost couldn't help but respond. That, and he had a talking problem. He always stammered and stuttered in his words, as he didn't talk to people. Emmett was a nervous wreck and hated people.
People, he found, could tear the souls away with just nothing but words, as he knew from experience. There was always with his mother, who he pretty much gotten use to the nasty comments she says to him everytime he comes and 'visit's (more of forced home because the school is cleaning out dorms, but whatever). But that memory, in which he swears he has nightmares about every single night, is another example. He is always constantly made fun of, and pushed around. Which, is confusing to most people, as who is going to bully a guy way taller then you will ever be, for Emmett was really tall and strong from working out in his spare time.
Why he didn't defend himself was a myersty, even to him, but everytime he was beaten apon, his body froze. Everytime a word of stupidity was spat out to him, he shook his head and turned away. But, being the ugly kid he was convinced he was, he didn't need to make himself public. Yes, he thought he was ugly. He actually thought he was average looking, but everyone at this prep school seemed to be gorgeous, so it made him feel below average. It was as if saying, 'I'm nice looking, but those people are nicer looking'.
As he turned the final corner, as now it was straight way to the door of the gym, he thought of the only reason he was here. Emmett always wanted to make up for the year he skipped, so when the teacher told him he could do extra credit, he said yes before he even heard what the task was. The task to recieve extra credit was joining the decorating committee. When he first heard of this, he just assumed they were short of people. But then later, he heard, as the teachers would say anything around their teacher's pet, were saying that they noticed Emmett had no friends. The decorating committee would be the perfect way to meet other people. That made his a little angry, but extra credit was extra credit.
He reached the door, pausing at it, as if he was having last minute thoughts. What was he going to do? Talking was nearly impossible to avoid, and he was about to make a fool of himself in front of people. What he did for extra credit... hearing his heart pounding, leaping straight out of his c hest, he pushed the door open to the gym. Right now, only one person was there. She had very dark brown hair, dark skin, and dark eyes, cutting something. He could hear something coming from her direction, but his hearing wasn't the best, since it had been tampered with all of his life.
As he approached her, he heard that she was singing a song he didn't reconize. He listened to a lot of music, but this song, whatever it was, was not one of them. He only listened to what he actually could. He had no money for music, as he had no way of getting money. In order to get money, you had to get a job, and in order for that to happen, you had to talk to a manager. More then once that happened, but who is going to hire some stammering moron? He wouldn't if he was on the opposite side of the board.
He was behind her now, hearing the song very properly as she cut the streams. He wasn't sure what to do. Weither to hang back and wait for her to notice him, or to tap her shoulder. Biting his bottom lip, he took his shaking finger, lightly touching her shoulder.
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Post by Melonie Ashlenn Miller on Jul 23, 2009 23:12:57 GMT -5
Melonie didn't hear anyone come into the room, which wasn't surprising. She had her iPods volume as high as it could go. She kept happily singing along, cutting out little stars. She was happy to be on the committee for extra credit, not that she needed it. She just really wanted to meet people, but was to shy to approach them.
She kept singing, gradually getting louder. She had the feeling some one was watching her, but she was always paranoid about things like that. She continued singing, and cutting. She jumped up when somone touched her shoulder. She cut her finger on the scissors. Her headphones dropped out of her ears, and she stopped singing. She turned around to see a boy standing there.
She looked at him for a second before smiling."Hi I'm Melonie." She smiled wider as she stood up. She thought about what to do, and ackwardly stuck her hand out for a hand shake. She looked down to notice her finger was bleeding. ."Oh no." She brought her finger tip up to her mouth to suck the blood off. She realized how weird that must look to the guy, who she thought was rather cute. She took her finger away from her lips and smiled ackwardly. "I'm not a vampire, don't worry." She forced a laugh before dropping her smile. Melonie started twiddling with her thumbs, for something to do.
outfit :: thissss.
lyrics :: starstrukk, 3OH!3
credits :: credit goes to Heidi<3 of CAUTION!
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Post by Ethan Micheal Davies on Jul 24, 2009 9:13:17 GMT -5
 THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, MY LOVE,
is those below serving those up above. [/color] Ethan got the message last night, that he would have to go help with decorating for the dance. Of course, it pissed him off, but there was little that did these days. And this dance tommorow, the dance he would be forced to attend on the arm of a certain controlling blonde, was just another dumb school function where absolutley nothing would happen, and that would be that.
He was wearing a pair of torn up jeans, and and a green shirt that was much bigger than anything the would usually fit him.
When he entered the gym, he looked around him. Of course no Alphas. Which ment he was stuck with the two losers who were here, neither of which he had much to say anything too. He walked up to the girl, because the boy kind of scared him.
"Hey." he said, pulling of his biker shades."I was told to be here, so I'm here. You can use me if you need me." He looked the girl up and down quickly. "Strike that. Just use me." He winked at her, running a hand through his hair. how gratifying for once to know
THAT THOSE ABOVE WILL SERVE THOSE DOWN BELOW!
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Post by Melonie Ashlenn Miller on Jul 24, 2009 14:30:09 GMT -5
Melonie forced another laugh, just to break the silence. She opened her mouth to speak, but lucky for her something else beat her to it. She heard the door swing open, and looked over to see a guy walking in to the room. He was cute, very attractive, and looked like he didn't want to be there. Self conciousely she smoothed her hair down before the guy approached.
She watched as he came over. Then he started talking. At first, it sounded like he was just an average Alpha, not wanting to be there. Then when he finished talking, and winked, it seemed obvious as what Melonie should do. She smiled sweetly at him, before turning around and grabbing some paper. She walked up close to him, still smiling, and handed him the paper. "If you want, we can use you for those." She laughed and smiled at him some more, being nice to him even though she wanted to slap him.
outfit :: thissss.
lyrics :: starstrukk, 3OH!3
credits :: credit goes to Heidi<3 of CAUTION!
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Post by Emmett Koehn on Jul 25, 2009 12:51:42 GMT -5
* [/color] stilll i hear you say you want to ,[/color] ( [/color]END YOUR LIFE )[/color][/font][/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] Oh yay, more intorductions. Hadn't he met enough people this week? Oh, he was going to kill Mr. Rockwell if he ever got the chance. More then likely, he wouldn't, but still. This was not his thing, and it probably wasn't going to be any time soon. What was surprising was that he was going to go to the Masquerade ball that they were setting up for, only because no one knew it was going to be him. That made him very socialble,. as now there was no way he could make a fool of himself.
Well, he would look like a mute if he just stood there like he was looking at her. There was small, incredibly shy smile when she promised him she wasn't a vampire. Actually, the thought didn't accure to him at all, as he was being a little too nervous to notice she was sucking her own blood off of her finger. He stared into her very dark brown chocolate eyes, opening his mouth to say his name. Nothing came out, as he had feared. He closed it, feeling his cheeks turn slightly pink when he heard the door open again. At first, he thought he was saved.
But once he turned around, his blood ran cold. He knew this guy all too well around the school. He heard a lot of people's conversations, as they never acted like he was there and felt that they could talk about whatever, as he wasn't going to tell anyone. Because of that, he knew this guy was one of the alphas. The name he couldn't perticularly think of, but some of the girls always giggled around him.
That little fact and the other fact that Emmett was beat up by other alphas, so that made him a little frightened of him.
Still, it was only one guy, and for that, Emmett knew he could defend himself. He worked out, for the feeling of being strong, and he was incredibly tall, so not a lot of guys alone messed with him, thank god for that.
He saw her flirt with Melonie, but she brushed it off. With the temptation to smile at that, he rounded the table around her, looking at her, as if saying 'should I help on that too?' He assumed the answer was going to be yes, so he picked up and cut, just as he watched Melionie cut them.
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