ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｂｅｌｌｓ||ｓｅｍｉ ｌｉｔ||Open!

[|| Ghost ||]

ｅｌｅｎａ ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

F | 17 | Befuddled

Damn. Quentin Adams really went from zero to sixty . I think we he was talking about Nirvana and then he was all, "we're gonna die now (: " and then, "I don't feel like going to class :( ." All with a steady, casual voice full of ease. As if the idea of being confronted by a killer was no major biggie. His whole train of thought made me think he had ADD for a moment, and then I remembered that this was Quentin Adams. And that's what Quentin Adams did. He talked. He was a happy-go-lucky sort of guy. The good kind.
Maybe it was being stuck in a claustrophobic room all summer? Or only going to funerals? Or sitting in a house with an old lady who was going through menopause? Or arguing with an old man still getting over the trauma of having a prostate exam given by his new very-much-male doctor? I'm sure those things caused some sort of debilitation. And they obviously didn't help what little social skills I had left to my name.
I noticed some of the people watching us Quentin. But maybe they were noticing me too? I mean, they couldn't have just thought that he was talking to Frodo Baggins wearing the ring that made you invisible. Although Quentin did seem the sort of guy who could even make friends with an imaginary friend. But then if Quentin had no one to talk to, I'm sure he'd just find someone instead of making someone up.
He put his arm around me and guided me through the halls and I felt myself tense up as I fought for mental and physical balance. My ears were burning and my mouth was drying as I thought to myself, Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! "Well, new friend, let's march on to battle." A battle it was. And I let him steer my onward as I rigidly grasped for some sort of calm.
I was glad that he approved of my taste in music too. "Sorry about stealing your music."
"N-no that's alright. I should probably take it out anyways." And I plucked the earbuds out, hurriedly trying to hide the fact that I was trembling I was so nervous as I wrapped the cord back around my iPod. Kurt Kobhain wuold be proud. So proud.
"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 let out a nervous laugh, and could feel Jesus doing a facepalm. He was saying, 'I created a monster.' "I don't feel like going to class." Hunh. The idea of ditching class had occurred to me more than once when I was getting out of my truck earlier. Of course I had never skipped a class in my life, but after everything that had happened- school just didn't seem to matter as much as it used to. Is that bad?
"Why do I feel like that's something you think everyday?" And I found myself smiling as I looked over at him . It was weird, because somehow I wasn't being a total recluse like I had planned to be this year. Instead I was actually communicating with real human beings instead of my journal. And I spoke to Quentin like my parents had never died. Somehow he made me forget them. I think that's one of the reasons he's so popular. Because he makes everyone think he's so happy. Was he really happy? If not, he was really good at pretending. I thought about recommending him for the Drama Club if it really were all a facade. But I think it was a bit of both. More happy than sad though. Like he was determined to not be, ya' know- me. Someone like me. Nonetheless, Quentin Adams was popular. It made me wonder why he would have even thought about approaching Elena Winters.
He could be plotting some humiliating scene where I would eternally be branded a freak. Not that countless people had already done the honors for him. Maybe he secretly relished at the idea of torturing me, and this is the first time he's come into the light to exact his plotting? Or maybe he's the leader of a secret cult? Somehow though, I couldn't imagine Quentin Adams running the KKK or the Illuminati. I can just see him now, removing his white cowl with a cheeky grin from ear-to-ear and his hand waving at me furiously while the KKK preformed their next sacrificial ritual. As my thoughts ran miles, there was no idea that came to mind that seemed plausible. Whether it was for better or for worse, they just became less and less realistic. There was even one plot where Quentin was secretly a werewolf, and he had evil plans to drag me off of campus to make me his lunch. Or there was the possiblity that Quentin was really a mass-murdering serial killer with schizophrenic tendencies coupled with symptons of early on-set dimentia. Of course, there was also the possibility that Quentin was just a nice guy who wanted to be my friend. I'm thinking too much again.

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OOC: Haha, woah! Now you're hashtagging things? This is moving too fast xD .
I just feel empathy for those stricken with the awkward disease. I was... I think was thrown at the wall at a very young age. Or maybe I was dropped from a great height?
And I shall accept your awkwardness too, life.lite. . I love Quentin too! I'm just sitting here laughing at how bubbly he is, and Elena is just sort of watching him talk and talk and talk. It's adorable! He reminds me of an attractive version of one of my friends x3 !

This is the voice I envisioned Elena making when Quentin put his arm around her: Link

[narnie]

Casey stretched and looked out the window listening to him, "Sounds good, movie time!" She thought about the what movie to see. Scary? Comedy? Kids movie? Her amber gaze turned to Zek, "What would you want to watch?" She asked curiously and got out of the car as they arrived at the theater. Like a child she twirled over to him and pushed him a bit to walk faster. Her mood was better and she felt less tired now. Playfully she hooked her arm to his and said, "We're off to Wonderland." She laughed quietly and let go to look at the movies playing.

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

>> Recap?

[Dragonette_11]

{ life.lite, I don't mean to be a mod or anything about, but a moderator has already gotten onto this role play about spamming. No pictures or links in our actual role playing posts (or at least to where it stays constant, I assume, like the 'shirt, shorts, and shoe' thing). Just don't want any one getting in trouble for it o.o

Ａｂｉｇａｌｅ Ａｎｎｅ Ｊａｃｋｓｏｎ

Sixteen ~ No Crush ~ In the Library ~ With Rowan

When one learns the Basics of My Life,
and the Unveiling of the Silhouette,
one may venture Into the Depths of my Soul,
and Enter the Realm of my Heart

Abi was a bit surprised when he mentioned that she could come to his practices. "Oh, sure, I'd love to," she begun, but felt as if that were a bit weird, so she added, "for the mathematical purposes of course." Running a hand through her bangs, she spoke again, "So, um, when's your next practice then?" She opened up a rather small notebook that she used to remind herself of what homework she had and upcoming events, and whipped out a blue mechanical pencil from a pencil pouch.

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

Can My character pop into the library?

[duckworth]

((L0v3, nothing really important has happened. Considering I joined on like, the 20th page I only skimmed through the earlier ones. :p From what I know, everyone has only been talking. If you like, I can search for a post directed to you and I can quote it. ^^ I'm not entirely sure if any characters are open, because if I recall correctly, Scar and Gryffen used to be chatting, but now Gryffen is talking to Blaise. And I'm not entirely sure if this is happening for other people, but my character is planning on cutting class. :p))
((Dragon, you're right. I meant to delete those, but I totally forgot. I copy and paste my posts to keep the format, and it flew out of my head that I should get rid of the outfit thing. ._. Thanks for reminding me.))

walking with Elena

no crush/unattached

feeling happy (like always)

Quentin had felt her tense up when he had slung his arm around her. It was a friendly sort of thing, and he hadn't expected her to react like that. So he had removed his arm around her shoulders. He felt a bit bad for making her feel uncomfortable, but hey, that's what friends do, right? Elena was the sort of person that you didn't really notice. She was a wallflower, but that was all right in Quentin's book. He knew that Elena was going to be the person that he didn't really know when they became friends, they kind of just suddenly were. Well, it was mostly Quentin's fault that they were now friends. He wasn't even entirely sure if Elena thought of him as a friend. But Quentin pretty much went around spreading his friendship. Just waving to a random stranger in the hallway? NEW FRIEND. Nodding hello to a passing student? NEW FRIEND. Talking to a socially-inept wallflower of a girl and making her feel uncomfortable by just talking to her? NEW FRIEND.
He heard her say something about him not feeling like going to class every day. Which was true. It was absolutely right. He was not school's biggest fan. He got decent marks, sure, and he could be smarter if he applied himself, sure, but school was boring. "Well, class is boring, you know? And not going to class is... not boring!" He said brightly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Don't tell me you like going to class! We're sheep! I mean, all these kids walking down the hall, it's pretty hard not to imagine sheep. Flocks of brightly colored sheep. With dogs, the teachers, running after them and barking their heads off and ordering them around. I don't want to be a sheep. I want to be something awesome. Like a sloth. The sloth's only problem is that it's like, really slow. So if sloths could move as fast as... well, as fast as a fast animal, they're be unbeatable. It'd be awesome. Or I could be a really fast koala. Or a turtle. That flew."
And with that, Quentin started rattling off possible animal ideas. He was about to suggest being able to be a dragon, but then of course, that would be ridiculous. Dragons didn't exist.
"Well new friend," Quentin began with a hint of mischief in his voice, "do you want to cut class?" He grinned at her in a friendly fashion. "I cut class a bunch, and you might be thinking, 'Why would Quentin cut class when that might put all his school sports on the line?' The answer to that question is, you don't get caught. And if you do, you play it off with a clever excuse. And then you charm your way out of punishment. So you still get to go to sports. Or anything you have after school."
He turned around and stood in Elena's way, towering over her quite a bit, considering his 6'5" height. "Good plan, right?" He looked at her with his glowing blue eyes, in an almost classic puppy-dog expression.
"It'll be fun, I promise! Cutting class is like, awesome." He grinned crookedly. "It's better than going down this suspenseful hallway, am I right?" He nudged her gently with his elbow, still smiling like an idiot. When was he ever not smiling? He held out his arms like a scale or something. "Cutting class?" He raised his hand representing cutting class higher, "Or going down this super long horror movie hallway?" He put his hand representing gong to class lower. "There's just no contest." He said, cheerful as ever.

((Don't worry, I probably ate lead paint as a baby or something. So we're in the same boat of awkwardness. Ghost, oh god, that was like the best post ever. I couldn't stop laughing! Elena's thoughts are like, the best. :p I love your writing style.<3 And that voice, gosh I love the Big Bang Theory. c: That was hilarious. Your posts always like, make my day. c;))

[Dragonette_11]

{ @L0v3 Sure, I don't mind. Oh, and as for a recap, basically people are just talking, and I think a pair are skipping class. I can't quite pair up whose with who, though.

{ @life.lite Ah, okay haha XD

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

 ♣ ＳＣＡＲ ＲＯＳＥ ♣
⇝⇝⇝⇝⇝{- female ; 17 ; cheerleader}
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➳ ➳ _ Scar walked through the empty halls, her heels clicking the cold tile floor and making a nice little beat that calmed her slightly. Spotting the library door, she quietly opened it, though the old door made a slong 'sqeeeek' noise. shyly sitting down at a table she opened her book, opening it to chapter one, she took her long nail along the page to make it stay. Looking around at the many shelves of books so tightly shoved in one by one, she felt a little trapped. giggling slightly at the funny parts in her book, she bit her slip to stop herself from giggling, instead she just smiled when her book was funny. With the slight tapping of her foot she hoped not to disturb anyone.

[|| Ghost ||]

ｅｌｅｎａ ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

F | 17 | Discombobulated

Quentin eventually let go of me, and it was partly with a sigh of relief that I stopped tensing so much. I stuck my hands in my jacket pockets and continued to walk with Quentin. When I looked back over at him, he was happily waving to a bunch of random people that I had never even known existed. And there with this look of satisfaction on his face, like making friends was what he did to get off. It was a tad bit frightening to be honest. So far, I had learned that Quentin was... Very flambouyant and very fierce. Not gay fierce, but ya' know... Fierce. "Well, class is boring, you know? And not going to class is... not boring!" He seemed so pleased with himself at that revelation, but I decided to play along and be as excited as he was. I guess there was some truth to what he was saying. "Don't tell me you like going to class! We're sheep! I mean, all these kids walking down the hall, it's pretty hard not to imagine sheep. Flocks of brightly colored sheep. With dogs, the teachers, running after them and barking their heads off and ordering them around. I don't want to be a sheep. I want to be something awesome. Like a sloth. The sloth's only problem is that it's like, really slow. So if sloths could move as fast as... well, as fast as a fast animal, they're be unbeatable. It'd be awesome. Or I could be a really fast koala. Or a turtle. That flew." At first, I shook my head or nodded in the right places. But then he... Then he started to talk about animals and what he envisioned himself as. And then I became confused but at the same time, I was brainstorming alongside Quentin about what animal he would be. While he thought outloud, I decided to do my expiramentations internally. I decided that Quentin was a bottle-nosed dolphin. Now that I think of it, he could definitely pull off a walrus too.
"Well new friend," Oh crap, "do you want to cut class?" He was still smiling. How did he smile so much? Did he put vaseline on his teeth? I wish I could smile that much. "I cut class a bunch, and you might be thinking, 'Why would Quentin cut class when that might put all his school sports on the line?' The answer to that question is, you don't get caught. And if you do, you play it off with a clever excuse. And then you charm your way out of punishment. So you still get to go to sports. Or anything you have after school." Jesus wouldn't approve, but the idea of getting away from the last place I wanted to be seemed like a fantasy. And here with this not-so-not-attractive guy asking if I would skip class with him.
"It'll be fun, I promise! Cutting class is like, awesome. It's better than going down this suspenseful hallway, am I right?" I suppose ditching class was a lot better than hypothetically being murdered by a hypothetical killer that only we knew about. "Cutting class Or going down this super long horror movie hallway? There's just no contest." Quentin had this crooked half smile on his face as he smirked and put his arm as bait. I looked up at him expectantly then; eyes wide, round, and blinking as I weighed my options. There really wasn't a contest, was there? I bit my lip and linked arms with him almost hesitantly, "Let's do it." And I looked up at him and smiled because it seemed like something not awkward to do. I swear, my mother let me suck on batteries as a child.

OOC: x] I'm glad you like my posts! I like yours too! Quentin is so freaking bubbly, it's extremely entertaining :D . I could see a scene like this going down with Quentin:

Guy Friend - Dude, that guy doesn' t like you...

Quentin - What are you talking about?

Guy Friend - I'm just saying that-

Quentin - Everyone loves me.

Guy Friend - What?

Quentin - Everyone loves me!

Guy Friend - Woah, calm d-

Quentin - EVERYONE LOVES ME!

That's what came to mind when he was thining, 'NEW FRIEND' xD . And then as Elena explains her excuse for ditching class, she would start making noises like Raj in front of the teacher or her grandparents x] .

[duckworth]

Quentin Soren Adams

ditching class with Elena

no crush/unattached

feeling like everyone loves him c;

"Yes!" Quentin fist-pumped the air. "I win," He said in a sing-song voice. "Where do you want to go?" His imaginary golden retriever tail was wagging harder and faster than ever. He didn't exactly give her a chance to answer. "We could go to the movies. Or we could go grab a drink or something. Not grab a drink as in alcoholic, but like just eat. I like eating. Food, you know," He nodded knowledgeably. "Food is delicious. And good for you. Well, some foods are good for you. But it's almost always delicious."
He was mildly surprised that Elena had linked arms with him. He hadn't meant to try and suggest to her that they should link arms and go skipping or something. Quentin always felt like whenever people linked arms, they would go frolic in a meadow. Of course, Quentin had nothing against frolicking in a meadow, as long as it was a pretty meadow, so if Elena was into that, then that was cool. He had actually just put his arms out to try and show visually that cutting class was cooler than going to class, but it was also really cool that Elena was now linking arms with him. It was surprisingly pleasant.
"You should walk faster," Quentin stated. He walked faster than most because he had longer legs than most since he was so tall. And so his stride was longer. He cocked his head at Elena, considering her height. "You're short." He stated in a quite matter-of-fact manner. "No wonder you walk so slow." Quentin puffed out his chest. "I'm a giant." He tossed a wink her way and continued walking with Elena in tow. Their arms were still linked loosely, and Quentin was using this to his advantage. It was easier to drag someone along when you walked faster than them and you were holding hands with them in some way.
"I vote movies. How about you? Do you have a car? I have a car. My car or your car? Or we can walk. Walking is good. Walking and any sort of physical exercise or whatever helps make me less hyper." Quentin slapped a hand to his forehead. "I should probably put my bag back in my locker. It's annoying to lug it around." He considered for a moment, pausing in the hallway. Then he shrugged. "Whatever. It's not that heavy. And plus, I can just leave it in the car. Come on, what are you waiting for?" He grinned at Elena encouragingly, as if she was trying a new food or about to go cliff diving or something. Cliff diving. That was fun. Quentin would have to cliff dive sometime, and maybe bring Elena with him. She probably never went cliff diving before.
"Have you ever went cliff diving before? It's fun. And cold. But mostly fun." He was like a machine gun, except instead of bullets, his ammo was questions. An endless barrage of Hey, what about this? or Have you ever done this? or Why don't we do this? Quentin liked to cover all his bases with questions; who, what, where, when, how, and why.

((OHGAWDI'MDYING That fit Quentin so perfectly. LIKE I CAN'T BREATH XD Bahaha that was great. <3 "Not-so-not-attractive guy" lololol I am never going to forget Elena's thoughts. Quentin, you're a dolphin/walrus now! c:))