`audrey lawrence.
senior year
...and if you say we're too young, well maybe you're too old to remember...
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Aug 18, 2008 2:59:22 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo jacob danvers chat xo whee finally up! word count xo 778 attire xo undershirt shirt pants
xo It is a truth universally acknowledged that teenaged males can eat their way through entire supermarkets in one sitting. And that is just counting a human boy with a moderate appetite. Audrey, however, was one of the select few humans who has experienced the appetite of a teenaged werewolf male.
xo Said werewolf was of course none other than Jacob Danvers, the big brother wolf of her social circle. The whole story of their friendship is a very unique one, beginning with a party, of all things. Jake was certainly not the most socially savvy of the bunch, but had somehow landed himself smack-dab into the middle of a party in Junior year. Audrey, somehow, had been suckered into co-hosting the party, and about halfway through the party found herself asking how the hell she'd gotten herself into the situation when...ta-da! Tall, uncomfortable Jake Danvers seemed to materialize in a corner, complete with his long hair and leather jacket. Of course, being the sucker that she is for loners, Audrey had to go over and try to start a conversation with him. One loner to another, right?
xo Well, however you want to look at it, that innocent 'hello' turned into a conversation that lasted for the rest of the party, and paved the way for a strong sibling-like friendship. Then, of course, came Davis McLaren - the one and only pervy little puppy. Then came Meri Grace at the beginning of Senior year - and somehow, someway, each of the four misfits managed to bond together and form a tight little circle, becoming almost like siblings, bonded by their offbeat and quirky natures.
xo Meri and Audrey, of course, were the petite 'girls' as opposed to gigantors D and Jake, and therefore ate like pigeons while the other two scarfed down their food like hungry wolves...no pun intended on Jake's little gift. But there were those few occasions when Audrey found herself feeling just as ravenous as Jake might after a marathon run. It was these hunger pangs that allowed her to challenge - sometimes even match - the boys' appetites while they were all eating out. Such pig-out sessions usually earned stares and shocked expressions from Jake and Meri, but rarely D. Of course, Drey always felt as big as a house afterward, but that was always beside the point.
xo But unfortunately for her, it was one of those awful hunger pangs that hit her in the middle of the night. She'd been all set, lying peacefully in bed, drifting off to sleep...then her stomach growled angrily, demanding the satisfaction of a large meal. Unfortunately, 1:25 AM was not the most convenient time for such a request. Still, after at least fifteen minutes of trying to ignore it, Drey finally gave in. She rose, pulled on her slippers and a longer blouse, put her hair into a ponytail, and left the dorm as quietly as possible, attempting to make her way down to the kitchens without waking anyone. She crept through the halls, corridors, and landings until she finally came to the cafeteria entrance, and could've sworn that the door had an angelic glow about it. Or...maybe it was just the fact that the lights had been turned on, and it had taken a few seconds for her human eyes to adjust. She squinted against the glare, and took a step inside, her quiet steps probably still audible to a vampire or werewolf in the vicinity, and saw an entire plate of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies resting on the counter, alone and untouched. She raised an eyebrow, and immediately regarded it as some kind of bait - after all, who in heaven's name would leave such delicious, chewy, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies all alone and uneaten...
xo The angry rumble from her stomach demanded that she abandon all reason and just take the food for what it was worth. Trap or no trap, at least she'd enjoy herself while being captured or attacked or whatever. She secretly thanked her lucky stars that D wasn't awake . . . not yet, anyway, otherwise in the 3.04 seconds it took her to jog across the room and reach the tray, she'd have no snacks left to enjoy. She sat down on the stool, and reached for the first cookie - warm, soft, and devilishly appetizing...she took a bite, and couldn't resist the "Mmmm!" that came out of her closed mouth. She chewed the half of the cookie, then placed the rest in her mouth before hopping off of the stool and reaching for a glass, running to the fridge to grab herself some milk. She just hoped that no one would come along to spoil her fun...
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Post by jacob danvers . on Aug 18, 2008 14:25:24 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?"[/center] [/b][/color] Sleeping was something that Jacob Danvers never really had a problem with, he usually slept soundly throughout the entire night; the harder he slept, the louder he snored. Yes, Mr. Danvers snored, he snored up a storm, a storm that kept his roommates up. He'd always felt bad about causing his dormmates to become sleep-deprived, and he'd made several efforts to dampen his snoring, to try and bring it down a couple of notches so it was somewhat bearable. Those nasal strips? Oh, what an effing waste of time! He just didn't know what to do about it, it wasn't like he was overweight or anything - he just snored and it seemed as though there wasn't anything he could do about it! » When Jake fell asleep, he didn't wake up until the morning, he just didn't. So what was he doing now, wandering at a lazy pace down to the kitchens? Well, he hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, he had spent over an hour and a half waiting for sleep to come to him, but it never did. Now, he was sick and tired of waiting, he couldn't take it any longer - he had to get up and walk somewhere, anywhere. I guess you could say that the kitchen were the place of default, due to the fact that there was rarely ever a moment in a 24 hour day that he was not willing to eat, if you offered him food and he wasn't particularly hungry - but wasn't stuffed, either - he'd most likely accept the food and eat it, just for the sake of keeping you happy. If there was anything at all that rivaled his hate for vampires, it was hurting people . . . people included pretty much anyone except for a vampire, they were just . . . no. Jake had no objection whatsoever to hurting a leech, they deserved it, because of what they do, how they eat. » He opened the door to the kitchen in the middle of the hallway, his eyes adjusting to the slight increase of light, the workers always seemed keen on the idea to leave the lights bordering the walls on dim, as if they knew that a student or two was bound to come down and root around in the middle of the night. The floor was cold on his bare feet, as most things were. His feet weren't particularly attractive, they were your average male's foot, except his seemed almost abnormally large, but not freakishly large, just . . . above average. But it didn't really matter, the rest of Collingwood would be tucked safely in their beds, sound asleep. Hah, maybe not, but it didn't really matter either way, unless someone with a foot phobia stumbled into the kitchen in the middle of the night. He beelined for the refrigerator, opening the door and surveying its contents before deciding that nothing to his taste lay within, to the cabinets! After rummaging through a couple of shelves and finding a vast array of food - everything from cereal to canned fruits and vegetables - he finally found what he was looking for. It was sweet, it wasn't too big, and it was mess-free. Chocolate chip cookies. They were from the bakery in town, not freshly baked as in baked five minutes ago, but they would most definitely do for him, a quick pop in the microwave and they would be warm and chewy and gooey and absolutely delicious. He went ahead and emptied the entire plastic container, arranging the cookies on what appeared to be a microwaveable plate and sticking them in the microwave for a total of 25 seconds. For one cookie, that was more than enough time, but seeing as there was around a dozen or more cookies on the plate (and yes, Jake planned on eating all of them - the time was only slightly overdone, no harm done to the cookies, they were just a little warmed when they came out and needed a bit extra cooling time. Of course, he wouldn't know that they were completely untarnished in flavor until they cooled down slightly. Jake sucked at cooking, and he knew it, too, but it wasn't like he could live off of fast food and sucky cafeteria meals for any length of time, he would eat most anything, but he knew what was healthy and what wasn't - that food was most definitely not. Once he'd ditched the now empty plastic cookie container in an oversized trash can, he turned back to the main kitchen to have himself his little midnight (or whatever time it really was) snack. Jacob heard the quiet sound of munching as soon as he neared the corner, so someone else was up . . . and eating his cookies. » It was none other than Audrey Lawrence, what a present surprise. He was getting ready to throw in a greeting, but heard a noise far from what he expected come from her lips, " Are they actually eatable? Did I actually do a good job?" He asked incredulously. Jake reached out and grabbed a rather appetizing looking cookie, still warm, but not piping hot like they had been when he'd extracted them from the microwave. As he bit into it, his expectations weren't high at all, and he received a pleasant surprise. Hey, they actually weren't half bad! He'd actually managed to cook something without killing the flavor - a miracle! Okay, so he hadn't really made them, he just heated them up in the microwave, but still, there had been plenty of room for burn-age so it had to count for something. " So, what're you doing out of bed, Ms. Lawrence?" 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`audrey lawrence.
senior year
...and if you say we're too young, well maybe you're too old to remember...
Posts: 473
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Oct 27, 2008 2:32:13 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo jacob danvers chat xo UNFINISHED! word count xo --- attire xo undershirt shirt pants
"Are they actually eatable? Did I actually do a good job?"
xo Drey whipped around as soon as she heard the sound of a voice behind her, and saw none other than Jacob Danvers himself. She smiled and waved in greeting, as her mouth was full of a warm, soft, half-eaten cookie. Normally, Jake wasn't the domestic type - at all. The idea of him in a kitchen wasn't one that Drey
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