Δ Ɖяɛαм Ɔσмɛ Ƭяʋɛ {Semi lit ~ Romance ~ Accepting}

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{ Lol you'd be surprised how often I get writers block. And when I get writers block, it's usually associated with a migraine. slkflskdhk I'm trying to improve my literacy because, believe it or not, it helps in English class. I would like to stay if you don't mind. ^.^ It's absolutely impossible finding any open semi-literate to literate RP's with less that 10 pages so yeah. xD Imma go eat some carrots and see if I can get this headache to go away, I'll post Matthew in a few. }

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"A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians."
- Frank Zappa

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After ogling at the girls in front of him, he sort of..lets his body slump to the side. Matthew rests his temple against the planes strong window and he closes his eyes. It would be nice to catch up on some sleep. He didn't get much a few days before. All the excitement. Packing and re-packing. Reading the letter and realizing they'd probably be providing everything for him. Feeling stupid. Passing out. Waking up and almost missing his plane. The plane was literally about to close it's door when he ran through the tunnel and pretty much shoved the flight attendant to get inside. People were staring at him and he knew his cheeks were flaming up but he ignored it and quickly found his seat. Such embarrassment.

Matthew still didn't look behind him, so when he hears a soft sigh and a bit of shuffling, it totally catches him by surprise. His green eyes flash open and immediately he goes from being at ease to..sitting at attention. He turns his body slightly so he can peek through the seats and is momentarily surprised to see another pretty girl about to fall asleep. God, how many beautiful women are on this plane? Beside her is a male, he has the same facial structure as her, same hair, eyes, pretty much everything. Looks like the two are twins. His gaze wanders back to the girl before quickly turning in his seat and facing ahead. Did she see him staring?

The boys thoughts drift down to the guitar under his seat and that the giant thing is probably in view of her, in fact it's probably taking up some of her legroom. He leans down and moves the case forward to get it out of her way. No need for her brother to wake up and beat the crap out of him or something. Hell, she could probably do it too. Maybe he should talk to her? Apologize or something? But then he'd be disturbing her sleep. 'Too bad', he thinks, before turning in his seat against and clearing his throat softly. "Excuse me, miss? Was my guitar in your way?"

[Forever Paradise]

((It's truly, okay. I'm sorry I got writers block, and couldn't think of anything. But know that I read the posts above, I have a better ideas what to write. I'll post later, got to go))

[Forever Paradise]

Jenna:

After a while of looking outside the window she started getting motion sickness, 'oh no! Not again'. He motion sickness tends to last a long time, even when she's out of the,in this case, a plane. To get rid of it, she leaned back on the somewhat comfortable airplane seats. She closed her eyes and pictured nothing but stillness. This 'remedy' tends to help with her unpredictable motion sickness. It looked like she was sleeping, eyes closed, body still, and measured breaths.

Jake:

He was getting extremely bored. He tried everything he could. He listened to music, but he never seemed to hear the words, over his thinking, of what to do to not be bored. 'I could watch a movie' he tuned of his I-Pod, unplugged the head phones, plugging them into his laptop, he pulled up, and opened on his lap. He then put in a disk. After a few moments he turned it off, and put his laptop back into his bag. 'Boring' was what he thought about the movie he played. He decided to turn around and maybe start a conversation. When he turned around and saw everyone either sleeping or trying to talk, he sighed. He turned back around and stared at the seat in front of him.

((Is this better, or do want me to write more?))

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"The pen is mightier then the sword? I don't know about you, but pencils are where it's at."
Mood: Excited
Location: On a plane expected to land in Fiji
Currently: Doodling

The girl pulled her drawing pad out from her jacket, taking the excess clothing off in the process and letting it drop to the floor with a gentle swish. The numer two pencil that one second ago was jabbed behind her ear now tapped against her drawing pad wit hquick efficiency as she scanned the plane and it's passengers. There was Kai, two down from her in front of a the blonde that now blocked him from view. She could just barely see his messy hair, and that bugged her. She was never far away from Kai. Ever. She looked away, noticing a few other blondes in various spots around her. What caught her attention was the boy beside her. She blinked. The could've sworn Kai had been the only boy on board. Then again, she wasn't exactly observant and she was obviously wrong. She turned her stare away from the boy, deciding to focus on the glossy window. The sudden rays of sunlight left her squinting while her pupils adjusted. The clouds were large, fluffy, and oh so very white against the endless blue that seemed to be able to stretch on forever. Finding no inspiration there, she let her drawing pad fall into her lap with a thud. She let on a ghost of a smile as she tapped her pencil testily on the hard cover. The sound that followed made the girl's mind wander. The sound wasn't too loud, and she began tapping beat, keeping it steafy and rhythmic. Tap. Tap. Tap. Ta-tap, ta-tap. She repeated the tapping, lifting her head up to see if her experimentation had caused any disturbances. She didn't notice any, and continued, pursing her lips as she tried to the think of a good back-up beat. Her hair was worn down today, falling over her shoulder and acting as a curtain to block her face from view. If anyone was watching her, she took no notice.

"There's a problem with everybody, but everyone handles it differently. That's why people seem so perfect when they're as messed up as you and me."
Mood: Agitated
Location: On a plane expected to land in Fiji. Yay.
Currently: Staring out the window trying to combat boredome

An aggravated growl escaped from the dark-haired boy's throat, revealing to those nearby his agitation. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning his head into his hands as he ran them through the messy strands of hair on his scalp. He didn't like traveling in general. Especially planes. Oh, how much he dislikes planes with the indifferent flight attendants, the poor quality food, and the incredibly grotesque lavatories. "The things I do for that girl." he muttered to the ground, referring to the only person he actually knew on this plan. She always had to go on these pointless trips and he always followed after to make sure she didn't end up with some dunce boy or kidnapped. Other possibilties ran through his mind and he shook his head to send them away.

He turned to look down the aisle, spotting a couple of blondes, Madison doing who knows what, and a guy as he slammed something out of view shut with what seemed to be anger. Kai's throat tightened. Of course Madison would get a seat next to some kind of weirdo with what he guessed were anger management problems. At least she was busy, probably drawing the clouds or something. He allowed himself to relax as the boy settled down, and turned back to stare at the back of the seat in front of him with a glare. The sooner they were off this thing, the better. He entwined his hands behind his head, faking a lazy relaxation that he did not feel one bit. Even with his laid back appearance, his muscles were bunched as if at any second he would spring out of his seat. Let this vacation go quickly. he thought, closing his eyes.

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