elizabeth philip
d i l i g e n c e sophmore year pure-blood
It's personal, myself and I, we've got some straightening out to do
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Post by elizabeth philip on Aug 19, 2008 15:22:53 GMT -5
elizabeth "lizzie" philip [/font][/b] strange how I fit into you there's a distance erased with the greatest of ease strange how you fit into me a gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs tag» paging dr. matthew valentine word count» 760 status» complete chat» it wasn't exactly 10 minutes, but i came close.
[/center] The wind felt good against her face as Lizzie glanced out over everything within her sight. It was the closest that she would come to flying, unless she ever got her wings, and for the moment, it suited her just fine. After all, she was still very young, about to turn 16. She supposed that by angel years, that was really really young, and although she would have liked to be seen as an older person, she knew that some people really did see her as older. So many things had happened to her in life, and with every passing day, she felt older and older. It was like a weight pushing down on her, making her sag and nearly fall over every time she thought about it. Which was probably why she wasn't thinking about it at all, really.
A stray strand of hair brushed her cheek, a brief whisper of silk before it faded and came back. It was one of those strands of hair that just got in the way all the time. She had two of them, really, and both of them happened to frame her face. She breathed out through her nose, her only sign of frustration. The rest of her hair was tied back loosely into a ponytail. Why couldn't these two strands just cooperate? She hugged her knees closer to her chest as she watched the sky, envying it for its freedom, for being solitary without ever having to rely on anyone. Except for maybe God. She didn't know if that counted, since not everyone believed in God.
She breathed in deeply again, trying to clear her thoughts so that she could focus on something, anything. It wasn't often that she meditated at all. She never really thought of it was an effective way to solve problems. Especially when people watching tending to get a whole lot more interesting. There were so many people here that were just mysteries, waiting to be unfolded. She felt satisfied with the progress she was making, save one. Her stone, blank face briefly frowned. That was something she was not going to think about, because it wasn't her problem. Audrey could handle it, and she was mad enough at him already. She sighed, eyes fluttering shut as another breeze fluttered across the rooftop. She'd have to talk to him sooner or later, and it was quickly become later rather than sooner.
He's not ready yet, her mind argued. He needs time to cope and to think about what he's done!
He's still my friend, she replied back solemnly. Even if he tries to shut out everyone and didn't tell me something that makes it feel like he plunged a knife into my stomach and then twisted it. In both directions. But that's not the point.
Back and forth this argument raged on in her head. It was part of the reason why she had escaped up here. Playing piano only worked when she was feeling emotions. Real, solid emotions. Conflict in her mind never tended to work out well, especially when piano required focus. Music required focus. The human mind required focus to try and figure out all the pieces. And apparently it just wasn't working today.
Closing her eyes again, Lizzie breathed, feeling every muscle tense up briefly before relaxing. In and out, she kept her breathing even, letting herself drift off into the place deep inside of her where no one could hurt her. Well, that wasn't true, not exactly. But she felt secure enough in there, and it was quickly becoming a better place as the more positive days passed. She had a feeling this would be one of the last times she would be able to have it feel this secure. Not when it seemed like the school was about to explode because everyone had lost their bloody mind. Gently, she pushed that thought away, focusing on relaxing herself.
Maybe she was being way too stressed out about this whole Darren thing. Maybe, she had to admit. But she missed her closest friend. Was that ever a wrong thing, to miss someone? He was the closest thing she had to a brother, after all. And that meant a lot to her. Oh, she hoped that he was okay, wherever he was.
Breathing out through her nose, her face returning to its blank state, Lizzie wondered what would happen now as she gazed out into the sunset. Maybe it was time to play Chopin after all. If she was lucky, no one would notice the music coming out of her dorm. [/blockquote]
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Post by matthew valentine. on Aug 25, 2008 13:09:48 GMT -5
x x • MATTHEW VALENTINE •This is the third time this week That I find myself wandering down your street - and I can't seem to give it up I've even stopped making these excuses for why you're stuck here in my thoughts when it's been long enough I try to keep myself moving, but I'm not going anywhere... [/i] [/size][/font] ____________________________________________[/center] falling stars ;; 1,382 alarm clock;; WAKEYLIZZIEMUSE. mirror image;; coming soon. script says;; i'm all done.
[/size] • Knocked out like a light, sometime around six am this morning when the sun had only just started to peek out of the clouds and begin to venture out into the sky signaling dawn time, Matt had staggered off to bed and throwing himself on his bed, promptly fell asleep. Forget any words so meek and understated such as 'tired' to describe his physical state; he may be a vampire and freakishly obsessive with work but even he had his limits. Exhausted to the point where he had a feeling that you could have wrung water out of his bones that had turned into mush sometime around four am would be a more accurate description. He supposed that come a year or so he would be working similar hours somewhere in an actual hospital - this probably worked out as some kind of preparation for that kind of thing. As an extra curricular alternative and to gain some work experiance he worked in the infirmary, the hospital wing here so that he could learn the ropes and get some practical knowledge. He was no quitter, he was as stubborn as the next guy but he had been without a wink of sleep for a week straight now and he swore that if he hadn't been able to get into bed he would have made history as the immortal who died from over exertion and fatigue never mind battle wounds that had some deep hidden splinter in them. It would make a pretty cautionary tale for elders to tell their kids, assuming that they were lamia. Now that would be such a pity, he'd always wished for something exciting or if other people were to be believed, dying only for someone else. Just like a hero....one too many people had pointed out to him over the years that they all thought he suffered horribly from some kind of hero complex. Personally he didn't see where it was that he had a problem - first off, he didn't have any kind of complex. Oh come on Matt. You honestly think that this many people could be wrong? The answer to that question, would be a simple yes. They were wrong, poor souls that they were, and he was undoubtedly right. He wasn't arrogant, but he did have a good head on his shoulders. Besides which even if they were right, what was wrong with preferring others over yourself? He was a vampire, he was practically mister invincible short of you using wood to attempt to beat the crap out of him - and even so he stood tall and was fairly strong, even for a vampire. Fighting wasn't what he specialised in, and he didn't regret it. His ambition was to saving lives...regardless, it would be interesting if he ever was faced with the situation that required him to fight to the death. Little did he know that it wouldn't be long before he was thrown into one and many more, one after the other.
• He was strangely rather peaceful for a vampire. Matt put it down to his strictly vegetarian diet that he'd been on since freshman year; controlling his blood lust and when necassary and animal blood wasn't enough, taking from the blood bank of human donors was fine for him. He figured that was what made him able to have such a tight leash on what his explosive temper had once been, and still was really - it just took a lot more to piss him off enough to make him lose it nowadays. The closest he had come to truly letting go of his feral side and letting the primal instincts take over every fibre of his being was when Dougie Cleaver had betrayed his trust in him with his sister Harper. Crimson tidal waves had washed over the scenes being played in front of his burning blue eyes and then...and then....he didn't want to recall it. Not anymore. A soft groan escaping his lips, he burrowed his head further under the pillow ignoring the covers which were half hanging off the edge of his bed. Why was he still haunted by those memories? It had been a long, long time since all of that had happened. Dougie had an army of girls who would kill to get their hands on him, to posess the title of his girlfriend. Darren was a certified no-go area although better looking as everyone knew Christa had staked her claim on him and he definitely wasn't going to be looking for someone new anytime soon. So the next stop on the list was Dougie; for his growing fame, his already stable popularity, his apparent talents...and yet, out of all the masses he could have had he had had to pick his little sister. Fucking bastard. Naturally that had destroyed any chance of any friendship that they had had from the word 'go' and the fact that he had once counted Cleaver to be one of his closest friends was irrelevant. He loved Harper, and it wasn't her fault she liked him; but it was his for presumably having made advances and trapping her into a relationship. Even now the sting of betrayal festered as an old wound, always simmering just under the surface whenever they came into each other's presence and forcing Matt to look away. If he had the chance he would happily wring the boy's neck; unfortunately that might make his sister a tad upset so he kept his distance. It was healthier all round for all of them.
• There he lay on the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness while the air outside his window cooling as the day went on and the sun traveled peacefully across the light gray skies on its set course. Incoherent words were mumbled underneath his breath as vague and distant dreams formed and fell apart in his mind, as he turned on his side every now and then. Sleep came to him but it wasn't of the type which gave true peace - by the contrary it was a restlessness which followed him even in his dreams which no matter how many times he turned he couldn't evade. Slowly he became aware of his surroundings again and entered wakefulness in no hurry. Sighing, his eyelids flew open and he stared up at the bland white ceiling for a few moments before deciding to get up and make use of his time. It was probably just around sunset now anyway; for some strange reason he nearly always woke at that time the days he actually slept, right on time just like clockwork. Feet on the floor and rising from the bed in one fluid motion, he strode over to the wardrobe which he shared. After about five minutes (only that long to brush his teeth), he emerged from the room in simple blue jeans and some sneakers - no shirt. The summer hadn't changed into autumn and considering everything felt warm to him anyway...it was ridiculously hot. It wasn't like anyone was going to see him where he was headed anyway - dusk often had people indoors or getting ready to go out somewhere anyway. Running up the stairs of the fire escape skipping two at a time, he came to a stop at the door. Brushing his blonde hair up and out of his eyes, Matt pushed the door up and climbed up and out onto the roof. Letting the door swing shut behind him, it was only then that it registered with his senses that he wasn't alone out here. Glancing casually to the side, he blinked a couple of times as he saw who it was. It took his mind a little longer to wake up than his physical body, but he figured that she was real even as a gust of wind blew her angel scent his way. "Hey Lizzie," he said, a smile lighting up his facial expression as he took the sight of her in. It didn't even occur to him, at least not yet, that he wasn't usually around her without a shirt on. "What are you doing up here?" All alone, he silently added, knowing that she was normally in the company of at least two or three friends.
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elizabeth philip
d i l i g e n c e sophmore year pure-blood
It's personal, myself and I, we've got some straightening out to do
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Post by elizabeth philip on Sept 13, 2008 14:35:47 GMT -5
elizabeth "lizzie" philip [/font][/b] strange how I fit into you there's a distance erased with the greatest of ease strange how you fit into me a gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs tag» paging dr. matthew valentine attire» shirt and skirt with her hair down word count» 1312 status» complete chat» you're not human, and i'm about to go insane. and it's a handshake, a hug or a meeting of souls, like i told you.
[/center] Lizzie had spent many a day alone by herself. It wasn't that she had friends, it was that she did. There was her dorm mate, Audrey, who could pull her out of her room to make her eat. Lizzie trusted Audrey, just not enough to reveal the fact that her brother had died, or that she still suffered from the grief which led to her insecurity and doubt. Or that she was a musician with a piano in her dorm room. Virtually no one knew that, except for maybe Ash, and that was only because he had a habit of being annoying beyond belief. All the same, it touched Lizzie that in some ways, people did care for her, enough that she would have told Lizzie that there was something wrong with Darren, although for the life of her, Lizzie now wished she had never known at at all. It would have saved her some heartbreak, and a sense of betrayal, and more than anything else, Lizzie hated that feeling of loss.
Darren might have had the ability to make her smile, but she sensed that the friendship between the two was slowly fading. She hardly ever hung out with Darren anymore, choosing more and more to be alone than to be with friends. It certainly would explain why she didn't find out about things sooner. All the same, she just couldn't spend time with Darren with his friends. She knew that some of them didn't like her, and even went as far as to guess that they resented her. So she saved them all trouble and had quietly slipped out. If anyone had noticed, they didn't say anything, and for that, Lizzie was thankful for the escape and the lack of attention. As much as she missed her friend (and she really missed him now), Lizzie put the happiness of others ahead of herself. It was probably why she would always lose in love and life, and doom herself to be miserable. At the moment, she could feel the misery coming full force.
The other person she could think of to make her smile was one Ashleigh Garnet, the only other guy who could make her feel warm and fuzzy, despite the fact he wasn't exactly the safest person to be around. Truth be told, when they first met, Lizzie had to position herself on the hill behind him to avoid the smoke blowing into her face. Of course, it didn't help that now, they were closer than any two people not related by blood were meant to be. So much that sometimes, after the sun went down, she would go with him to observe the druggies that actually used the drugs. And to find out why he kept doing what he did. Doing drugs might have been an addiction, but apparently selling them was another addiction too. He was her best friend, the one person who she could be completely open with, and expect the same from him. She couldn't hide (from him or his wings) anything, save for a few things since she knew he hid some things from her too. Truth be told, she'd never tell him that she loved him in her own way, maybe more than a friend. She settled for what she had though, since he would never know anyways.
Of course, hearing the slam of the door behind her caused Lizzie to turn around. She didn't think anyone actually liked the roof, just like she didn't think that anyone really liked the library. Who it was caused a smile to grace her face, no matter how much she tried not to. Well, at least she saw the rest of his body. Then she was just staring at him.
Matthew Valentine was the one thing in her life at that moment that she just could not explain. From the moment she had saw him, observed him, and even gotten patched up by him when she took a nasty fall once in one of her grief filled depressions, he had been kind to her. Kinder than a lot of other people had, and for that, she had been thankful. She wasn't sure if her feelings for him were something that was meant to pass, or geniune. She did know, however, that she was thankful for that kindness. He was one of the few people who did, however, perplex her. It was pretty much a given that people of the same, well, species sometimes hung together. She knew his sister Harper spent time with Dougie, and Dougie was a member of the band. But while she understood his sister on a somewhat human level (never mind what she thought about Harper), the brother Valentine was indeed a mystery. And she wasn't sure if she wanted to know what exactly went on in his head. Vampires were a touchy subject, mainly because they were powerful.
But all thoughts went out the window the minute she registered the fact that he was not wearing a shirt. She couldn't help but stare. It wasn't that he looked bad, it was because he looked good. She forced herself to swallow before closing her eyes and trying to get her mind to forget about what she had just seen. Unfortunately, upon opening her eyes again, her thoughts went away and melted into a mental 'guh'. She was utterly speechless, and maybe just a little bit embarrassed. People normally didn't see this, right? It sort of was awkward, although Lizzie probably was clothed enough for herself and Ash sometimes. And that unfortunately said something, especially during their middle of the night escapades.
She vaguely registered the question, which snapped her out of her 'staring at his abs' daze before she turned her head away and let a small blush rise to her cheeks. This was going to be awkward, that was for sure. She had stared at him long enough for him to notice, he just had to. Turning her gaze toward the sun, she was relieved to see that it was setting, and that the moon would be rising soon. At least, she hoped so. Now to answer that question........
"Oh. Umm." She cleared her throat to try and stop the blood from rushing to her face. Salvaging any dignity beyond this point was futile. "Hey, Matt." Well, at least her voice came out slightly normal. Breathing as calmly as she could, she tried her hardest not to give in to the urge to falling off the side of the building. She had half a feeling that he would either use those vampire senses of his to catch her, or to fall after her and then catch her. She quite honestly wasn't in the mood for either awkward moment. Especially since he didn't have a shirt on.
"Thinking, I guess." His question reminded her of what exactly she had been thinking about, and it caused her face to lose any glow of happiness that had been present. She couldn't even look at him now. Looking at Matt meant that she was looking at someone who was almost like Darren in every single way save for musical talent and that head of hair. It also made her want to cry again, which she had done a lot of because she didn't understand why. Drawing her knees closer to her chest, she had to fight that urge now, as her shoulders started to heave due to the gravity of the emotions that came slamming back to her.
She nearly forgot that he was there as her eyes started to fill with tears again. But she couldn't forget he was there. Tugging on one of her sleeves to wipe the water in her eyes, Lizzie struggled to get a hold of herself. "I'm sorry," she told him honestly. "I just can't seem to....." She couldn't say anything else. Then the pain just came back.
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