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[l i o n.]

R O W A N.

{PRIM AND PROPER
THE CHARMING PRINCE OF FOOTBALL
THE BLINDLY LOYAL

ROWAN tensed a bit as he watched her wandering eye, contemplating whether he'd bored her to no extent. The boy chewed nervously on his lip for a while until the small, slick trickle of metallic crimson touched his tongue. A drop or two and it was finished. "I mean, I'd like to try." he responded at last, slowly, cautiously. Maybe this time would be different, seeing as she already spoke his basic language a bit. Football. "Maybe you could come to some of my practices." he pointed out. "I mean, purely for mathematical and tutorial purposes." he added quickly, not wanting to sound like a pervert or a jerk.

[|| Ghost ||]

ｅｌｅｎａ ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

F | 17 | Tired

I was sort of zoned out as I stood with my blue hood over my head and my glasses drooping past my nose. My earbuds blasted- well not blasted or else I wouldn't have really heard what was coming next- Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. And I was greatful for the alternative music on my iPod that seemed to suit how I felt today. There was this familiar voice that echoed through the music, and the time it took for me to identify it couldn't compare to the time it took for me to react. "Hey there. It's Elena, right?" I froze. I just... Well I ususally referred to it as a 'side-effect' of being 'socially retarded', but my mom liked to say 'different'. 'You're just different.' That was more of an understatement than a fact. So for a moment of what felt like too long, I just stared at this boy with round, unblinking, eyes. Sort of like a toddler who had just been caught spilling the cookie jar or something.
"Uhm...Uhm..." Since my speech impediment conveniently decided to kick in right as Quentin walked up to me, I decided to try and answer his politeness with the basic nodding and shaking of heads. So I just nodded at his question, feeling myself blush a little at this inescurity.
I"m in your next class." Was Quentin really trying to talk to me? I passed it off as simple sidechat since I was pretty lonerish for a girl. But it was still quite a change from my usual routine. I mean, I'm so smooth that I ran into a door last year when I locked eyes with my crush. I mean, I'm sure that he thinks I'm a hermaphrodite now. Things like that happen when you read my journal. Which he did...
All insecurities aside, I was actually relieved that the first question Quentin hadn't asked was, 'How are you doing?' Because I had gotten that question too many times over the summer. Everyone wanted to know how the freshly-orphaned girl was doing. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were before. When my awkward tendencies were the only things people asked about. Instead, people only seemed interested on the latest update in the car crash that killed my parents.
Mentally groaning, I mustered a faltering half-smile and tried to seem as friendly and not creepy as possible. "Hi, and you're um- you're Quentin, right? That's cool- that we get to have this class together I mean." Nailed it.

[duckworth]

walking with Elena

no crush/unattached

feeling empathetic, but still cheerful

Quentin blinked at Elena, still smiling at her in a friendly, warm way. He ran a hand through his messy, thick hair. He was a bit confused by her reaction, but then he remembered what had happened to her. She was an orphan. So they were alike. He had lost his parents when he was little, but he was adopted soon after. So Quentin really understood how Elena felt. He supposed it was worse because she was older and could remember. Quentin himself could barely remember his father except for his military uniform, and he couldn't remember his mother except for her alcoholic moments. He frowned a bit thoughtfully, but decided not to talk to her about it.
"Yeah, but I'm not the biggest fan of the teacher. Or the homework. Or the classwork. Or any sort of work the teacher decides to assign." Quentin said cheerfully. He rifled through his backpack, making sure he had all his books. Check... check... check... We're good.
"Um," Quentin fiddled with his hands, "I get it." His cobalt eyes widened a bit hesitantly. "I know what you're going through. I know that people are probably always pestering you. They want to know how you feel." Quentin coughed a bit uncomfortably. "I'll just stop talking about it. I just wanted to let you know that you're not alone." He smiled a little crookedly at her.
Quentin thought about his past. He remembered his parents and the rest of his family. He remembered how his father had died when he was seven in war, and his mother turned into a depressed alcoholic and killed herself and his siblings in a car crash. Most people would have turned into a total loner and hide in their shell, behind tough walls. But Quentin didn't. He was happy. He tried his best to be happy. Because he didn't want to be sad. And as rude as it was to think, he didn't want to be like Elena. She was a loner, kind of a wallflower, and had trouble being social. Quentin tried to be charismatic, and it worked. He was happy again. He hoped Elena would be happy again like he was now. Maybe she just needed a friend. And Quentin could do that.

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC: x] I was going to have Elena have a speech impediment from a book I've been reading. This girl likes Star Wars so much, that she talks like master Yoda whenever she talks to her crush. "Cheeseballs Holy!"
Also, that hermpahrodite story and the 'running into the door' thing all actually happened to me T.T .

[duckworth]

((X3 Did my post mess up your idea? I can change it if you like. I'm not entirely sure where to go with Quentin. :p
And that's so sad. ;c Embarrassing things have happened to me too, if that makes you feel better. <3))

[|| Ghost ||]

ｅｌｅｎａ ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

F | 17 | Tired

Quentin joked about his dislike for the work, the teacher, and pretty much the whole idea of having class. I couldn't help but agree. No one liked to work, except for the unfortunate few cursed with actually enjoying 'the grind'. There was an awkward silence as Quentin ran his hands through his thick, dark hair. I wondered how he was so happy all of the time. Did he have to work hard at it? Or did it come natural to him? Was it natural from the start? Or did he grow into it? Despite being a famous 'heart throb' at our school, Quentin Adams was shrouded in a lot more mystery than I originally gave him credit for. And then, he looked me in the eyes all serious and I thought that my previous relief of his not saying 'how are you doing' was going to go away. But he surprised me. "Um. I get it. I know what you're going through. I know that people are probably always pestering you. They want to know how you feel." My eyes slid down to my feet for a moment as I tried to think of what I should say. Quentin coughed a bit, and I could feel that uncomfortable edge to it. "I'll just stop talking about it. I just wanted to let you know that you're not alone." I bit my lip gently, and I looked up at him. It was hard not to flinch or falter or do anything stupid as I looked him in the eyes. I didn't talk for long. It didn't seem necessary.
"Thank you." It was the first genuine 'thank you' I had given anyone in months. I just hoped that he knew how thankful I really was. How much I appreciated his understanding. And my fake smile sort of brightened just a bit, and his smile never faded.

OOC: Haha, no it's fine. I was just having a difficult time deciding whether I would say "Nice it is to meet you." instead of "It is nice to meet you."
I'm so sorry, we can be awkward together then x3 . A long time ago I decided that I didn't need to flirt. I'll just seduce the men with my awkwardness.

[slccat]

I can only be on for like 20 minuits, what was the last post for me my dears? ;;

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC: @slccat- I think the last reply to you is at the bottom of the last page (: .

[haadez_]

zek miles

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m o o d;
happy
t a g g e d ;
Casey
d o i n g ;
talking
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Zek starts the car and pulls out of the parking spot and thinks for a moment before smiling. "We could go see a movie." he suggests. "there's a theater really close, you can choice to movie, I'm not to picky as long as it's not to girly." Zek says with a chuckle



marcus lightmon

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m o o d;
depressed
t a g g e d ;
sam
d o i n g ;
talking
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marcus stiffens as he hears Sam call after him but he doesn't stop. As she grabs his hand, he freezes turning to look at the girl as she apologizes. "it's fine." he says after she finishes, but just turns and walks away from her again, still a bit upset that she thought of him as a player. He hated players, and begin called one hurt really bad. Walking to his locker he opens it and shoves his stuff in before grabbing his backpack, deciding to just ditch.

[duckworth]

((Yeah, I posted for you, slccat, on the previous page. Blaise crashed into Gryffen. Do you need me to quote it? c:))

Shirt Shorts Shoes

walking with Elena

no crush/unattached

feeling like he has a new friend

Quentin heard her thank him. He smiled even wider. He felt surprisingly warm and fuzzy inside. He noticed that Elena's smile turned from a half-grimace into something more sincere. Quentin started to feel a bit awkward, realizing that Elena probably thought he was a stuck-up jock or something. He strolled down the hallway next to Elena, and caught a few stares. Unlike some of the other popular people or jocks, Quentin had absolutely no problem talking to anyone. He had no problem because he was so happy. Quentin enjoyed spreading his happiness. Quentin spread his joy like some sort of fatal disease. He was a people person and liked making other people happier too.
He casually slung his arm around Elena and steered her around in a friendly fashion. "Well, new friend, let's march on to battle." He made a face. "I hate school. Except for all my sports,"
Quentin toyed with her iPod. "Hey, look at that. It's Nirvana!" He stuck one of the earbuds in his ear. "Wow, that's loud." He chuckled. "But I like this song. It's my favorite song by them. I don't always listen to Nirvana, but they're definitely awesome. I like them."
He took the earbud out and handed it back to Elena. "Sorry about stealing your music." He removed his arm from around her and stuck his hands in his pockets instead. "Jesus, this hallway feels like it goes on forever. It's like the suspense before you know someone's going to be killed in a horror movie. I don't feel like going to class."

((Oh no, you don't have to apologize. X3 Why are you feeling sorry? I will accept your awkwardness, Ghost. <3 #awkwardlove ... Oh god I just used a hashtag. XD And oh gosh when you described Quentin as a "heart throb" I started dying because it was unfortunately accurate. asdfjk;l I already love Elena.))