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 14, 2008 19:42:18 GMT -5
elizabeth "lizzie" philip [/font][/b] ever close your eyes, ever stop and listen ever feel alive, and you've nothing missing you don't need a reason, let the day go on and ontag» avoiding mr. darren hazard attire» shirt and jeans with her hair up in a loose bun of sorts word count» 1017 status» complete chat» here you go. a semi-happy thread where lizzie gets busted. great.
[/center] There was only so much inaction Elizabeth Philips could take. To be sure, she had to endure a lot. People not talking to her, people hating her and scaring her away, comforting people in the Library, but dealing with the fact that the closest thing she had to a brother was an alcoholic (well, at least Audrey had made it seem like he had been) was not something she was going to sit by and let happen. If he wasn't going to tell her what she wanted or needed to know (and she had a whole list, since day one), then she was going to find out herself. Lizzie was a thinker, not a fighter. Violence was not the answer, especially when you were going up against a vampire, and his name happened to be Darren Hazard.
He didn't want to tell her something? Too fucking bad.
Darren had been all over the grapevine, and that didn't make Lizzie happy. Worse was the fact that he didn't even go and defend himself. Then again, what was a guy to do? Men always had a different way of thinking than women, which frustrated Lizzie to no end. Nonetheless, she understood Darren as best as she was able, and this just seemed largely out of character for him. For one thing, he hadn't forgotten (too often) that he was supposed to be giving her guitar lessons. For the life of her, she had been trying to practice so that she could just one smile out of what she had learned. Guitar gave her something to do, which made Lizzie happy. It could be argued that what made Lizzie happy made multiple people happy. It just turned out that way. But even Lizzie knew when something was wrong (although the long period between her last lesson and well, the next one that hadn't happened yet).
It was time to take matters into her own hands. You could never call Lizzie a slacker. She was anything but persistent. You would be amazed at what skills she had managed to make people teach her. One of her brother's best friends had taught her how to pick locks so that she could prank him on April Fools' Day. And while what she was about to do wasn't the same thing, it called upon the same skills.
Naturally, this had taken time to pull off. For one thing, he roomed with three other vampires. Vampires had a bad habit of scaring Lizzie. They were just bigger, faster, stronger and just plain cold. It was one of the reasons why she went to Ash more often than Darren sometimes, especially in the middle of the night. Ash was just warmer. Still, she had to make sure that no one else was anywhere near that room. It would make getting caught less likely.
That's right. Lizzie Philips, angel of diligence extraordinaire, was about to break into a vampire's room.
This was wrong on so many levels, the main one being that she would eventually be discovered (if they could prove it) anyways by that sense of smell. That was definitely that one thing she didn't like too much. Still, as she stood before the door, reaching into her hair to pull out the bobby pins and the paperclip, she already had a back-up plan anyways. She was definitely small enough to shimmy out the window, or to hide in a box if there was one there. Besides, by the looks of things, everyone was out there with their girlfriends (except fror maybe Darren, who by the sound of things, didn't really have one anymore), or at band practice judging by the noises in the arts' wing.
Kneeling down in front of the door, she undid the paperclip, sliding it into the keyhole before using the bobby pin on it, twisting it to open the door. The door swung open, leaving Lizzie to get up and tuck everything back into her hair or back pocket. So far, so good. She glanced behind her to see if anyone was around before walking in, closing the door as quietly as she could behind her. Now came the hard part. What exactly was she looking for?
Living arrangements among four males apparently was never a good idea, because stuff was just all over the place. Lizzie had to fight the urge to clean, it was that painful to look at it. Still, judging by the arrangement of objects, and the really obvious looking guitar, Lizzie could guess exactly where Darren slept. Shifting in her sneakers, she eyed the window before going over to his side of the room.
Everything looked normal, although Lizzie honestly had to say that she had never been in his room before. Most of the time, they had met in the art wing or in the courtyard, or some other secluded location. Lizzie sometimes like it best when they were by themselves. She knew that some of his friends didn't like her, although she never admitted that to anyone. It wasn't right of her, and she didn't need people defending her. She could handle this somehow, by herself. Now though, it felt like she had broken some rule, which she probably had by doing this. She couldn't take it back now though. It vaguely occurred to her then that by searching his room, she really couldn't prove anything. If he was drinking, he wouldn't do it in here, and all traces of any one night stand would be gone by now. So what else could he hide? It wasn't like he did drugs or anything right?
Turning around to leave the way she came, she froze at the sound of footsteps. Oh shit shit shit [/b]. Her eyes instantly taking her towards the window, she scrambled to get it open, letting her feet find that small foothold below her before shuffling away as fast as she could, her back pressed against the outside of the building. Hopefully whoever it was would think that they just left the window open. Yeah right. Closing her eyes, Lizzie hoped that they couldn't see her as long as she couldn't see them.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Sept 14, 2008 22:28:47 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardi hide my face i'm trying harder than you'd ever know and i can't help whats wrong, you've found your light and no i, i can't fall down, wherever we were lost, you've returned from but I have not been found __________________________________________________
Car doors were slammed shut making a small girl, who just happened to stand nearby, cringe and run for cover behind a tree that the car had been parked under. Blue eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, sparkled for a moment and corners of the lips, which belonged to the same face turned upwards. A clear sound marked that all the doors were locked and he moved from the spot, trying to stay in the shadows. The girl peeked out but she didn't say a thing, he didn't pay attention anyway. Every inch of his body, minus hands, had been covered. He needed to take all needed precautions when he intended to spend, even couple minutes outside. He was safe at night, but walking around in broad daylight wasn't something he could do without suffering from major consequences. It only happened once and it was far from fatal but he was still bearing couple scars. Those couple were enough, he learned his lesson. Luck was on his side today though, dark clouds were covering most of the sky and it smelled like rain. He quickened his step as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Watching drops hit the windows and hearing their soothing sound was much better than experiencing it outside. He really wanted to be inside once it started. Lately he avoided spending time in this room for obvious reasons. Even though others claimed that the smell was gone he was still able to smell it. Damn werewolves, they really did stink. Everyone who claimed otherwise lied. The smell they produced was almost unbearable to a nose of a vampire, especially if the vampire wasn't used to it. He knew it from personal experience. The first time it caught it's nostrils he nearly passed out. He was only four at the time and it wasn't even pure blooded werewolf. Those glimpses just happened to be his earliest childhood memory. He would pass out if his mother wasn't nearby, the woman knew what would happen so she simply carried him out of the room before it got the chance to happen.
Direction he was heading toward was entirely random. He had absolutely no idea where he was going, he just let his feet carry him wherever they wanted to. Idea about getting to afternoon classes didn't sound tempting at all, so as long as he didn't end up in some classroom he was good. His feet probably had better ideas anyway. Not that the professors expected to see him around anyway. The last time that he appeared he nearly gave heart attack to the poor lad that taught them, or tried to, history. The man called out his name, didn't even look up when he raised his hand, so when he said one clear - Right here. - the man jumped on the spot and clutched his heart. Even his face turned into unhealthy shade of green, it looked like he'd be sick. The class had nice, long laugh. After that one experience, he didn't see why his presence was needed. This was his last year here, professors, except that chemistry bitch, loved him and he just knew that they'd let him slip. If nothing, just to get rid of him once and for all. However, as he reached the corridor that lead to the library he stopped abruptly and changed the direction. Library was Audrey's territory and therefore, not safe. Latest Audrey incident was something he didn't want to repeat ever again. She had that maniacal glint in her eyes again and made him feel like that was just another tutoring session he had to struggle to survive. It was lack of chemistry books and formulas what made him realize that wasn't it. In all honesty he didn't hear every word that she spat in his face. He was too busy feeling miserable at that moment. Besides that, in the beginning she didn't even know what she was talking about so those two glasses had been spilled without good reason. In his hands they would have so much better purpose. He was on the best way to feel good, for all the wrong reasons, but it was still the best way. Room was getting blurry and even that dot started moving slightly, but then she had to appear and make him feel sober again. Hours of heavy drinking were put into that, the hours he would never get back. But he couldn't be mad at her. Every word she said, the ones that he actually heard, was true. This whole situation was none of her busyness, but in some extremely weird and sick way, he was glad that she was the one who did it. She never let him take the easy way, she loved making things extra complicated so she was the only one who would and did manage to make him snap out of it. It was, as well, her fault that he was now sober and completely clean for whole four days. That didn't happen in two years and he hoped that she knew that it wasn't really peaches and flowers. One day, in some better situation, he needed to remember to make her pay for it. That glint in her eyes, which practically screamed how disappointed she was, haunted him. Why he didn't have any normal friends? The ones who would just sit and get properly drunk with him. Well, Damien probably would. Too bad that Damien wasn't around at the time.
Dorm two hundred and twenty two stored some of the best and, in the same time, worst memories. So many secrets found it's place behind those doors. It was no wonder, that room was his home for almost four years now. Only it's occupants knew everything. The room wasn't talented enough to hide the secrets from them or they were just too smart. Yes, option one sounded bit more realistic. Before he even realized which direction his feet picked, he found himself standing in front of those doors. For the first time in those four years he hesitated. If someone just happened to pass by and catch him just standing like that and staring at the door, they just might think that some monster was about to jump out and attack. That would have to be a person with healthy imagination though, otherwise they'd just think that he's yet another drunken idiot. Or just an idiot, it didn't really matter. Realistically looking, the doors looked pretty harmless. He still hesitated. Minutes passed, one, two, five and ten. Fortunately, the corridor seemed to be abandoned. Some pretty good kids signed up for this school, they obviously attended their classes. So, how did he end up here? That was certainly question for an opened debate. His arm stretched and fingers wrapped around the doorknob. This was stupid, even he knew that he had to open them sooner or later. But now when he was standing so close he was able to hear some strange noise coming from inside. Maybe it was just his imagination though, it would figure. Amazing himself, he didn't jump back when the doors finally opened. What? He was all alone out here, no one would ever know. Just one quick glance around the room confirmed that the noise really was a product of his, sometimes too creative, mind. Just as he threw the jacket to the nearest bed and turned to close the doors, the noise reappeared. Now it was louder though and it made him flinch. He nearly laughed at his own stupidity as he realized that it was just one of the windows, which one of the bastards probably forgot to close. It was getting windy outside. Slowly, dragging his feet, Darren walked toward it and stuck his head outside to check were there any signs of that rain. The sky didn't really change it's colors, it was still dark, maybe just slightly darker now. He threw just one quick glance to a side and retreated inside, closing the window. Five seconds and three steps later he realized that something was terribly wrong with the scene outside. Sky was looking funny, yes, but that wasn't it. He practically ran back to the window and opened it with such force that he nearly dragged it out of the wall. Loud squealing sound confirmed that. His eyes went wide and it took him few moments to accept that he wasn't just seeing things. Even after those few moments passed, he wasn't entirely convinced that this was real. It might have been some side effect, he wasn't sure of what, but it might have been. Finally, as the shock started fading, he chuckled under his breath. He would've laughed but he didn't want to startle her completely. She couldn't fly yet and ground down there, whole three floors down, wasn't really comfy and welcoming. "Enjoying the view, eh?" he asked, smile still playing on his lips "Unusual spot, I have to say. But creative, really creative. Never tried, but you get brownie points for giving me the idea." He finally allowed himself to laugh properly as he stretched his right arm to help her get back in. He'd get his answers, but that could wait till she stood on proper solid ground which floor in his room represented. "Come on, you'll catch a cold out there."
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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 15, 2008 18:24:25 GMT -5
elizabeth "lizzie" philip [/font][/b] ever close your eyes, ever stop and listen ever feel alive, and you've nothing missing you don't need a reason, let the day go on and ontag» avoiding mr. darren hazard attire» shirt and jeans with her hair up in a loose bun of sorts word count» 1486 new record! status» complete chat» you're not human. at like, all.
[/center] Lizzie had conquered her fear of heights long ago. She supposed that it came with hanging out with tall friends. In some ways, standing on those two chairs stacked on top of a table just to be a little bit taller than her friends had helped her in some ways. Well, other than sneaking into Ash's room late at night when she had a nightmare. It was probably why she knew the ledge outside the windows so well. She knew where they squeaked, where they threatened to fall under her weight, and if she closed her eyes, she could probably walk around the whole dorm building on just that ledge. Well, except for that one section that just couldn't handle her weight. That was the part where she normally snuck back in through the window and went around it the harder way. Unfortunately, it didn't look like she was going to go anywhere fast on the trusty ledge today. She didn't know if she would make it, since the one thing she had counted on not happening was happening.
She could hear footsteps coming closer, and desperately, as if it would save her, she pressed her back further against the wall. Her face scrunched up a bit more, trying very hard to imagine herself anywhere but there at that moment. Her own room, with her comforting piano being drowned out by the sounds of the storm. She briefly considered it to be a good idea for a song. Filing that away in her memory for another time, she tried to inch along the ledge again to get away from here. However, upon placing her feet a few inches away, she nearly slipped. Biting down on her tongue, she forced herself to stay silent, something that she was abnormally good at. Pressing her palms against the wall as the rain threatened to come down on her, Lizzie tried to think of a way out of this. Her cell phone was unfortunately all the way back in her dorm room, which wouldn't do her any good at all now. Most of the time it got in the way, since it rang during the worst times when she was breaking in. It was a wonder why she had one.
The air was heavy with moisture as she risked one glance up at the sky. Why wouldn't it rain already? Shutting her eyes, Lizzie's skin prickled as she felt him nearby. Pressing herself as hard as she could against the wall, she felt his eyes briefly on her before she heard the shutting of the window. As soon as that happened, she felt a breath of relief enter her. Had he really not noticed her? This was the best thing that had ever happened to her if he hadn't. She bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from celebrating. She still had to get down, and she still needed to find a way off of this damn ledge. Reaching out with her right arm to grip another part of the wall, she lifted her foot to try again. It had to work, or else she would either have to go back inside the way she came (not a good idea if whoever it was was going to go to sleep) or she would need to call for help, which would get her into trouble anyways. She was utterly doomed, although the victory of not being discovered was a very good feeling at the moment.
Well, at least until he came back.
The minute she heard the window open again, Lizzie knew that the game was up. There was no way on earth that she could deny that she was there, because of the fact that she simply was. But she refused to acknowledge it at first. Her eyes remained shut and she didn't move, almost as if she hoped that he wouldn't be able to see her now that he was actually looking at her. And he was really looking at her. Snapping her mouth shut with a barely audible click, she stubbornly stood there, refusing to move and hoping that he would just go away.
She didn't move or say anything as he mocked her. At least, it felt like mocking, because the minute that voice started talking to her, Lizzie felt utterly miserable. She hadn't meant to get caught, yet here she was, getting caught red handed. This would no doubt bring on questions that she didn't feel like answering, although to be fair, she could have asked him just as many uncomfortable questions. Not to mention she was beginning to catch onto the fact that he gave off certain signals when he lied, which helped her more than it helped him. But she held her grown, raised foot and all for all that she was worth.
And then he had to laugh at her. Lizzie's misery increased by a lot at that point.
She refused to look at him with open eyes, to even move her head in the direction of his window. She did, however, put her foot back down. There was only so much grace that Lizzie had as an angel, and she supposed that since she was hanging out with Ash as he dealt death and hell in his drugs, she was losing that too. Even if she had good intentions. Even she thought Ash could be saved, and she was going to try her damn best to try and do just that. She loved him in her own way after all.
Unfortunately, God decided to send Lizzie a sign that it was time to talk to her practically blood related brother. He sent rain. It came slowly at first. The first drop landed softly on her cheek, before rolling off of it, almost making it seem like she was crying. The raindrop marked a well-worn path where her tears would have fallen if she had cried, and recently, she had been crying a lot, although she'd never tell Darren that. The second drop landed on her nose, lingering there on the tip of her nose before she felt the rest of them fall.
The upper floors offered her no shelter as the rain just dumped itself on her. If there was ever a time to cry, now would have been it, since no one would have been the wiser. Lizzie didn't though. She felt numb, although that could have been from the now wet clothes that she was wearing. Her wet hair clung to her face, the wet strands sticking everywhere. She had to fight the urge to shiver. It had been so hot up until a few hours ago, and she hadn't changed at all. The jeans and top she wore were now utterly soaked, and she felt cold. The rain sometimes gave her insight to how vampires must have felt, being cold and all that. Dimly in her head, it occurred to her that this rain would make a great song, should she ever write it. Filing that piece of information away for later, Lizzie had to make up her mind.
Finally opening her eyes, Lizzie glanced up at the sky, which also seemed to be mocking her today. She didn't make another move, standing there on the ledge for several minutes. He was offering her a hand to get inside and dry, although whether or not she'd get sick now was another story. Reaching up with one hand, she tugged the scrunchie out of her hair, letting her dark brown locks tumble down around her face, some strands sticking there because of the water. Closing her eyes, she prayed for some kind of strength before she finally looked at him.
She was honestly surprised about how he looked. From all the stories people had been telling her, she thought he would have looked a lot worse. Instead, he looked normal. Her green eyes, darkened like the sky widened just a little, lighting up with the tiniest bit of hope. Maybe he had changed, and maybe he had for the better. She wasn't too sure, her fragile trust in him hanging by a thread, or less. Either way, she didn't seem to have a choice. He certainly was big enough to use those long arms of his to grab her if she refused, and Lizzie hated when people did that. Especially when it was Darren, because he just didn't play fair.
"You wouldn't make it out here," she finally said in reply, trying to lift her own spirits more than anything else. Even to her own ears, she sounded depressed. "You're too big. And too heavy." Stretching out her much smaller arm, she let him help her back into his room. She did feel just the slightest bit bad though, since she was now all wet and probably about to drip onto his bedroom floor. Oh well. It was his own fault for coming back earlier than he was supposed to. [/size]
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