◘ If Everyone Cared.. ◘ || Semi-Lit || Accepting!

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper's stare turned into a glare, more pinpointed on the television in the corner being watched by a younger girl in the room. He resisted the undying urge to face palm before walking in her direction, standing in front of her smaller figure to block the TV, then stretched his arms out with a sort of 'Hello? I exist too. You realize that, don't you?[/i]' He'd seen her around once or twice too. But she was sort of elusive in a way. Like he couldn't really find her much, even though he never actually searched.

[fly away.]

Shelby Shell Beach
"I lived with seven brothers and you really think I can't take you down?"

Shelby glared at him, her eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking ticked off. "Outta the way!" She said, turning her head to try and see passed him. Finally she gave up and sat straight again. She kept glaring, "Your fat body is blocking the TV." She said, smirking slightly with her own remark. She was the kind of girl to insult people and never regret it. Maybe because she had lived with boys for the majority of her life.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper didn't budge a micro-meter. It'd been a while since he felt anger, but she was managing to get a bit to bubble up in the deepest pit of his core. Nothing he couldn't hide, of course. "Fa-- Fat body? I beg to freakin' differ you little she-troll." He responded in a semi-irritable monotone kind of way. Just to tick her off further, Harper turned the volume down on the TV a good amount, then gladly stepped aside so she could watch her now near mute 'program'. Fat body.. I've got more muscle then she'll ever get.

[fly away.]

Shelby Shell Beach
"I lived with seven brothers and you really think I can't take you down?"

Shelby just rolled her eyes at him, "I could take you on any day," she mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes again. Once he had stepped away she took the remote and turned it all the way up again. He was so stupid in her eyes. With the remote still in her hand, she crossed her arms over her flat chest, leaned back against the couch, and watched the music video. The Eminem one had ended and now it was playing "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper was going to once again head over to 'his' side of the room to attempt secondary relaxation, but that backfired hard. He should have guessed she would turn it back up. Actually, he did. He just didn't plan his reaction to it. So he acted with improv. "I don't hit girls. Especially when they're too full of themselves to realize just who they're up against." He snapped, though still low in tone; just in a very angered sounding one. After he said the word 'against', his left index finger pushed against the power button, causing the life in the TV to retire to a black screen with the last remains of life slowly fading to darkness. It was a bit of a shame though. He loved that song. But she was too annoying to get her way.

[Color fail on the last post o.0]

[fly away.]

Shelby Shell Beach
"I lived with seven brothers and you really think I can't take you down?"

"More like you don't hit girls because you know any girl could beat you down." Shelby said, glaring. She pressed the power button on the remote. There was a loud blast of music when her ears weren't ready for it. But she smiled at the song and leaned against the couch again. "Why don't you run along and play with your other pansy friends?" She said it in a mocking voice. Like a little kid would say it.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper knew it was immature to continue bickering with the impossible aggravation. But he was still a stubborn teen boy who was only used to being happy when he was repelling friends. And what better way to do so than by arguing with someone about a petty matter? "Wrong." He unplugged the TV, having to jump to reach the cord that was plugged up in a high outlet. 'I don't beat up girls because that's stupid and messed up. And I really don't need you to let me know the reason I don't do what I don't do." He maintained his outer anger, still composing a flattened tone that wasn't raised. You couldn't see in his eyes that he was bubbling either.

[kreate]

Andrew got up, suddenly feeling crowded, and walked to the doorway, dropping her bag as she was in a hurry. She never noticed, and she walked to the garden, wanting to breathe. She walked along the roses slowly, taking in their beauty. Andrew wanted Harper to notice her, but how? She wasn't going to waltz up and introduce herself. Besides, who would like a shy girl? no one. She hadn't even had her first kiss! Andrew sighed sadly and deeply, as she reached a tree. It was a large oak tree, and it was climb worthy. She gripped the rough bark with strong hands, and lifted herself up.

She didn't stop until she was at least fifteen feet, and looked down. She hated heights, but climbing made her feel high and untouchable. Leaning forward too much, she slipped, and fell fifteen feet to the ground, landing with a large thump. Andrew couldn't breathe. She had landed on her back. Andrew felt weak, and slipped into unconsciousness.

[fly away.]

((*points at bottom of the signature*))

Shelby narrowed her eyes as the TV screen shut down and went black. She stood up, grabbed the cord, and jumped as high as she could. Yet she was unable to reach the high outlet. She dropped the cord, "D*mn you.. You'll regret that, Shaun'll kick your a**." She challenged, glaring at him. She sat back down on the couch and glared at the blank TV screen.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper folded one arm over the other on his chest, giving the short girl a heavily sharpened look. "Kick my as*? More like kiss it." He retorted flatly, in a bit of an intolerant murmur. Then so as to avoid any further confrontations, he left the room hastily. Continuing down the eerily silent hall, Harper opened the door to the garden room, only because he went out there when he wanted to think for a little while. But instead of thinking, he swallowed shock. Dang, is she dead? Harpers' brows rose as he hurried over to a girl lying on the floor. She had a few leaves on her, and some twigs. His guess was that she fell from the tree standing overhead the two. "Uh..." He was confused at this point. Her bones could be broken, so moving her might worsen things. Forget it. Leaving her is even stupider. He gathered, slipping his left arm under the girls' back, other arm under her knees. Harper got to his feet, carrying the girl as gentle as possible. He opened the door with his back, then started heading toward the Nurses' room. Once he opened the door, he placed her on the table where you normally sit for check ups and scrambled around for someone to take a look at her. "Hey! Hey, who's here?" He called allowed in a demanding tone, hands tightening into fists, then loosening up in an anxious manner every three seconds.

[Yep, it's a personality test.
And it's accurate. That's me. Not afraid to admit it. If you find something that reads you that well, you might as well share it so other people can try it out themselves.]