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Post by meri grace . on Aug 28, 2008 18:50:08 GMT -5
♥ MERIconcettaGRACE ,"she awakens from a dream to a silent room, where shadows speak of memories." [/b][/color] Did everyone else's life generally suck like this? Or was she just the unluckiest person in the history of the world? Something told her that she was just the unluckiest person in the world. She, a senior in high school, still hadn't had her first kiss. Well she'd had one, but she didn't really count it seeing as it was part of a spin-the-bottle game that she had been reluctantly peer pressured into participating in. It was just about the most awkward moment in her entire life. What great friends, eh? The worst part about it all was that after it all happened, her 'best friend' shrieked out something along 'oh my god, Meri, you haven't had your first kiss yet!' as though she'd forgotten or something. At this point, she'd turned as red as the hair on her head before somehow managing to pull herself up and run out of the house and into the street to begin the two mile walk back home. As bad as she felt, she almost wanted to feel even sorrier for the boy that'd kissed her, who'd been oblivious to the fact that she hadn't had her first yet - he obviously felt terrible about it. And now? She was in love with a taken man. In love with someone so great, so beautiful, so . . . amazing, she often found herself stumbling over her words in front of him. Now the last thing wasn't such an uncommon occurrence, but this boy, he was one of her best friends, she knew most everything about him. Around her best friends, Meri never stumbled over her words. Only with him. ♥ The redheaded female wove through the bookshelves to a back table in the library, far away from the check-out desk and from the librarians, it was time to read in peace, to see if maybe a couple pages from her favorite book would warm her from the inside out like they always seemed to do. She placed her bag propped up against a leg of the table and she would've smiled as she saw the cartoon ninja head on it if she'd been in a different mood, it was pretty hard not to laugh at a gift when it was from Davis. She took a seat in a love seat, sitting with her back against an armrest and her knees tucked close to her. The library was empty, save the faint sound of the typing of one of the librarians at the front of the room. Contact with others would be limited, seeing as the library wasn't the most popular of places amongst students around here, everyone seemed big on the 'have fun and then finish homework before class' or 'have fun and then finish homework late at night before bed,' so, the library was normally a pretty deserted place. Today, that solitude was just what she was looking for, yet just what she was trying to run from. She wanted time to be alone, to think of what was going to happen next, to ponder over what hopes she could possibly muster up and maybe attempt to allow life carry on as normal. She wanted to be surrounded by her closest to comfort her, loneliness was her disease, she needed love, of any kind. Comfort and love, that was all she asked for - how come absence of others couldn't give her that? Why oh why? ♥ Meri grabbed the black-based book from her bag and flipped towards the middle of the book, Chapter Thirteen, Confessions, she read before flipping a few more pages to the heart of the chapter. She began reading at the end of the page, envisioning the gorgeous meadow and the two figures in it, one sparkly male, and one female. "So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you're exactly my brand of heroin." ♥ She flipped a couple of pages again, trying to find the inner warmth, the love, she always seemed to receive from reading just a select few lines, "You already know how I feel, of course," I finally said. "I'm here . . . which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you." I frowned. "I'm an idiot." "You are an idiot," he agreed with a laugh. Our eyes met, and I laughed too. We laughed together at the idiocy and sheer impossibility of such a moment. "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb . . ." he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion." ♥ Meri closed the worn pages of her much-read personal copy of the book, glancing down at the pale hands holding the ruby red apple on the cover. Twilight. A sigh was released and along with it, a set of tears began to roll down her cheeks. Why was it that her favorite book, the book of all books that made her have hope in something more, only depressed her. She wasn't Isabella Swan. She didn't have an Edward. Sure, she had one in mind, he'd always been on her mind, but it wasn't the same, this Edward didn't want her back. This Edward had already found his Bella. His brand of heroin. His love. And it wasn't her.[/SIZE] _________________________ tag ♥ open. status ♥ complete. word count ♥ 898 words. outfit ♥ click. hair ♥ click. setting ♥ around 5 pm in the back of the library. thread lyrics ♥ lonely by crimson glory. listening to ♥ soul meets body by death cab for cutie. speak ♥ i love meri. and twilight. -huggles- poor girl. =[[/font] [/ul]
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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 4, 2008 16:08:07 GMT -5
elizabeth "lizzie" philip [/font][/b] light up, light up, as if you have a choice even if you cannot hear my voice i'll be right beside you dear louder louder, and we'll run for our lives i can hardly speak i understand why you can't raise your voice to saytag» finding miss grace in the back attire» shirt, skirt with her hair down and her backpack word count» 1186 new record!!![/u][/s] status» complete chat» CLAIMED!!!!!! WOOO!!!! *ahems* sorry. couldn't shut up. please don't post this much unless you want to. >_<[/font][/size] [/center] While the rest of the student body avoided the library like the plague, there were times when Lizzie knew just when to hide in it from, well, everyone. That wasn't to say that she hated people. Matter of fact, she loved being able to study them, to learn their habits and to predict exactly where they were going to be. Most people were easy. She could predict her best friend Ashleigh Garnet probably the best out of everyone, even if few other people could. She knew when to start counting when he needed to go smoke. She could time exactly when he would light up, and when he would smoke. Of course, that was only during the daylight hours when she didn't spend as much time with him. That was what nighttime was for, when she really go to see things. And that was only for Ash. She could pretty much tell when Darren was having a tough time with something, or when Audrey was just itching to go back to her room and strum her guitar. Whether or not that guitar was missing Elizabeth would never tell.
But when she wasn't covertly following people, or making sure that people were alright, Lizzie liked to spend time alone. Most of the time, she went into the arts wing to play that beautiful grand piano they had there, or into her own room to play the upright piano in her room. She only did those two things when she thought she was alone, although in the arts wing, it didn't matter so much since other musical nerds were there. She just didn't want anyone to know that she played. It would bring questions that she preferred not to answer, and she sometimes got a kick out of it when she shimmied out the window and heard people barging into the room to see who the mysterious piano player was. When playing piano just wasn't an option, which was rare enough, Lizzie retreated to her room, a hill somewhere, or the library.
The library was the impregnable fortress of knowledge, something that Lizzie occasionally liked. Sometimes reading the old things in there offered insight to her person of the day, who she enjoyed following and learning about. It was never a dull day for Lizzie, who hardly ever caused trouble. Despite being a kleptomaniac, she knew better than to steal from the library. That, and she actually enjoyed using what she knew about the librarians to her advantage sometimes. They liked her well enough, and knew that she didn't cause trouble (none that they could blame her for, anyways). So Lizzie could always go to the library to read up on something, or to work. It was thanks to Darren anyways that she had started to write her own music, on the guitar and the piano.
Entering the library with her black backpack slung over her shoulder, Lizzie padded softly through the library. She had no idea what she was looking for, other than the fact that she was extremely thankful that no one was there. Some things were just too hard to handle these days, and she didn't feel like being kidnapped by Audrey Lawrence just because she didn't eat a lot. It wasn't her fault, she just wasn't hungry a lot. Besides, the kitchens were open at all hours of the night, if you knew the right people.
In the hand that wasn't on her backpack strap, Lizzie held three photos. Besides her piano, which was possibly her most valuable possession, her notebook which held her in-progress lyrics and music, as well as the picture she still had of her now dead brother, this was possibly one of the dearest things she possessed. It was a series of photographs she had taken at an art gallery once. Lizzie believed that art, no matter what the medium, served as way to express one's feelings. And since Lizzie liked to explore every other person's feelings but her own, these three pictures in particular struck her in a way that no other piece of art had done before. She had spent three days at that art gallery, just looking at them before the owner had finally taken notice and let her take pictures of them. Lizzie held onto those pictures with pride, as well as the plate with the artist's name on it. Whenever she needed inspiration, she just looked at those pictures, and suddenly, there was something to write music or lyrics about. It hadn't failed her yet.
Freshman year, when she had been in the deepest pits of sorrow from the loss of her brother, Lizzie had discovered that the comfiest seats were in the back. That, and the librarians were very good at hearing things near the front of the library where they prowled. Being young and able to run had helped her then. Now, she just liked the comfort they provided when she needed time and patience to write. Normally, no one was in the back when she was in the library, which was why she was surprised when she stumbled into the back area that someone was there.
Grasping her pictures like a holy object and her backpack strap as if she was about to die if she let go, she let her instincts take over. It was only one person, so that wasn't bad. Her inner shrink took over. And then she utterly stopped.
She was crying.
Lizzie bit her bottom lip silently, feeling like she had intruded on a very private moment. She wasn't all that sure why the girl was crying, which was the moment that fun-loving shrink put aside the mad scientist glasses and decided that it was time to put that future career of hers to work. The only problem was, how to say this to a complete stranger? She shifted, uncertain and hesitant about what to do. In the end, she established a compromise. Moving forward, Lizzie walked until she was just a small distance away, digging through the front pocket of her backpack to bring out the pack of tissues that she always carried in case she had a depressing moment where she was reminded of her late brother.
Holding out a tissue, Lizzie decided to break the silence. "You alright?" She kept her voice as soft as possible, trying not to make the girl go into a nervous breakdown. "If it makes you feel any better, there's virtually no one else here, and I could totally go distract anyone who comes close enough." It was a half-hearted attempt to be funny, although she had a feeling it fell flat, despite her effort to make it work. She did feel awkward, sort of, holding a pack of tissues, a tissue and her beloved photographs between two hands. "All the same, just let it out. It's okay to cry." If this girl had been a really close friend, there would have been hugs right around now. But the truth of the matter was, she wasn't, so she'd have to take a few steps back in order to gain some sort of understanding.
She just hoped it was enough.
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Post by meri grace . on Oct 19, 2008 1:34:06 GMT -5
♥ MERIconcettaGRACE ,"another sleepless night, afraid to face the day." [/b][/color] The redhead sat there, the two empty seats across the table from her were staring at her, laughing at her pathetic life. The empty chair next to her was just as bad, except it had the audacity to get closer and laugh right in her ear. Were the chairs really laughing at her? ♥ You alright? A female voice asked, breaking the silence that was Meri's best friend and worst enemy. Immediately, she felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment of being caught crying. She didn't really know what made it so embarrassing, but it just was, there wasn't ever any escape as soon as someone spotted you. She was stuck to absorb and respond the the inquiries of this stranger. Maybe she'd just laugh and her and then leave her be, skip over the whole 'make a scene' stuff. ♥ ♥ ♥ [/SIZE] _________________________ tag ♥ open elizabeth philip. status ♥ incomplete. word count ♥ xx words. outfit ♥ click. hair ♥ click. setting ♥ around 5 pm in the back of the library. thread lyrics ♥ lonely by crimson glory. listening to ♥ xx by xx. speak ♥ postie coming soon! just setting up the template.[/font] [/ul]
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