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just a few of my posting samples,
a place to store them etc.
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try not to post (;

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ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ: Occasionally Shay.
ＡＧＥ: seventeen.
ＹＥＡＲ: sixth.
ＢＬＯＯＤ: Pure-blood.
ＣＲＵＳＨ: he's undecided.
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ＭＯＯＤ: fed up.
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-------the slytherine boy was slumped in a chair in the dungeons, casually flicking through some book he had been issued to read. the more he read, the more frustration he felt. "gosh, who would actually choose to read this?!" the brunette shouted, throwing the hardback at the wall with a snigger. his group of friends chuckled, the ones who had also been reading it immediately put it down. Shane was the obvious alpha male. most of his friends were actually scared of him- apart from Kyle and Stef, his favourite followers. They didn't copy him, or try too hard- two things that grated against Shane, but would annoy him further if anyone stopped.
-------with a tired sigh, he pushed himself up from the worn sofa and stretched until he heard his back click. "right, well i'm bored." he murmured, tugging at his red sweater that had ridden up his stomach after the stretch. "and i'm hungry." he added, his eyes scanning the crowd of boys around him. "you guys wanna have some supper?" he asked. of course, they all nodded in agreement, mutters of approval echoing of the old common room walls. with a smile - they gorgeous lopsided grin the boy had - he led them out of the dungeons, his hard leather boots slamming down hard on the steps as he ran up the stairs. so did the other boys. it probably sounded like a stampede of elephants to those not watching.
------- on the way to the hall Shane bumped in to the beautiful Nataile Montgomery. "hello." and echo of others greetings sounded from the group behind him. he rolled his eyes at his fellow student. "hows my favourite girl in slytherine doing?" he asked with buttery smoothness- he and the girl genuinely were friends. they knew each other because one of their parents knew the other ones parents- or something like that. they had been quite close since the first day. "whatever- i'm too hungry to talk. see you later Nat." he said before she could say anything more. with a friendly pat on her shoulder he started walking again.
-------the dining room was rather busy- but their usual spaces were free on the benches, so they took their seats. the moment the brunette had touched the seat his hand shot out and he grabbed a slice of buttered toast. the five boys around him were still sorting out where to sit, only he and his two closest friends were already comfortable. Kyle was always to his right, Stef always to his left. Kyle took a bread stick and dipped it in the icy green pot of sauce. "ew." Shane grimaced. he hated the stuff. most other boys in the group would have dropped the food immediately, but Kyle just chuckled. "you want some, shayshay?" and waved the breadstick smothered in dip in his face, purposely using the boys irritating nickname only his those closest to him could get away with saying. "Ha! No. way." he responded, slapping it away. the blonde boy with windswept hair let go of it and it flew across the room. he shrugged and got a new one.
-------Stef tapped him on the shoulder. "dude, that ravenclaw girl is staring at you again." he whispered. Shane turned his head, seeking out the girl at the other end of the hall. it was true. "i know." he said, frowning. "who wouldn't?" he added with a smirk, pretending to be arrogant for once. "what's her name? Bee- B-B- Bay! Bay?" he asked, his friend nodded. "Huh." he then looked over again and gave a wave with a cheesy grin.

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-----the irritating buzz of my alarm clock wakes me with it's repetitive drone. i often find myself blocking it out for a few minutes while i just bury my head further into my pillow and pretend i don't have to get up. but today i have to, the shop's owner, maggie, is ill today. that leaves just me and holly to tend to it. holly will take the actual flower shop, the one with a roof and four walls. it's squashed in on the busy streets of new york. it's my turn to sell the flowers from the stall. in the summer months, we have a booth for selling flowers- the places it sits change every so often, but the most common place to find it is by the bridge. i love it there.
----- today i get out of bed rather quickly. after slamming my hand down on the off button, i stretch, get up, shower, and lay out my clothes- still wrapped in a towel. we're allowed to wear any bottoms, as long as they're black or denim. we then have close fit shirts with long sleeves, made from a hot pink cotton. 'Maggie's flowers' is embroidered in black where you'd usually find a crest.
----- i pull the jeans and top over my still slightly damp body, and proceed to dry my hair. i run a comb through the waves of blonde, but apart from that don't bother to do anything else to it. before i go downstairs i apply a coat of mascara to my lashes. all of this is done in ten minutes. i'm not a morning person, so i've grown used to getting ready in a hurry. but today i've woken up in good time, so i find there's about thirty minutes more than i'd usually have. i spend this time sitting in front of the television with a bowl of cereal. the couch still covered in magazines and cut out pieces of paper that flutter to the floor- my roommate's unfinished masterpiece collage stands proudly next to the screen. of course, Sara has already left for her shift. i know this from the path of destruction in the kitchen.
----- when it's around nine, i put my bowl on a flat surface, i'll clean it up later, and head out the door. the morning sun is a gentle warmth, and embraces me as i walk to the stall. despite the time it is in the morning, the place is already buzzing with people. dog walkers, children playing, couples taking a morning stroll, they're all here. and i find a small smile creep to the corners of my mouth. back home, i worked indoors. long hours in a stuffy room. maybe one of the reasons i like new york so much, is how free i am. i love my job, it's in the fresh air most of the time, i get to meet the kind of people who buy flowers for their loved ones, i have have little responsibility. in the winter, i move back to look after my mother. it's not that i dislike her- the woman was my role model growing up. but now, in her old age, she's grown ill and needs constant attention. My brother and I have a time table, i'll look after her for a few months, then we switch. i do worry about her, and it upsets me to see her in that state. it just means that i'm looking after her for the whole day, everyday. so there's no doubt why i wouldn't love where i am right now.
-----when i get there i see holly unlocking the stall for me. the girl is dressed identically to me, the only difference is her figure and glossy caramel hair, scraped up into a high pony tail. and like always, she's wearing her bright pink lipstick. not only does it draw attention to her, but i swear it glitters in the sunlight. "i swear that lipstick glows!" i chuckle, walking up to her and gently touching her arm. she simply turns around and throws me a toothy grin. "thank Hol." i finish, gesturing to the stall. i kind of figured she would do this for me. she actually gets up in the mornings. On her way to the shop i guess she saw i wasn't her yet and decided to help a bit. Holly is one of those people- she'll jump to do any act of kindness, but is still the best person to turn to if you want some juicy gossip, or are in need of a good laugh.
----- "it's okay," holly puts her keys back in her pocket, "i kind of knew you wouldn't be up quite yet. still- pretty early for you." she raises her eyebrows, and i'm unsure if she's asking there's a reason for this, or just being polite. when i don't really reply she speaks up again, "Anyway, i have to go open up the real shop. Text me later, 'kay?" i nod, and she turns on her heel and begins walking away, weaving through crowded areas of the path.
----- i stand behind the booth, watching the people get through their early morning routines. there are some people that i see almost everyday. after about twenty minutes i get my first costumer, a man buying a small bouquet of daffodils for his girlfriend. a few sales later my daydreams are interrupted by three loud dogs. all barking, sniffing, drooling- basically being dogs. i notice them dragging a man behind them. i stand there like an idiot, think about what breed they are, if they're always this excited, before i realize they're all bolting right towards me. they rain down on the flowers before i can blink. luckily no serious harm if done, just a few hungry sniffs before they seem to get bored. at least the man apologizes. "n-no, it's okay," i stammer, tripping over my words. "i don't mind." i finish weakly, offering a small smile to the man. i put my pen down and walk around the flowers to the dogs. "at least someone likes my flowers." i mutter, rolling my eyes slightly as i give the closest mutt a big rub. these dogs can easily be intimidating, but by the look of bliss spreading across it's face it's hard to imagine. "what are their names?"

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i stare with a mixture of curiosity, wonder and a hint of jealousy as the other angel extends his wings. almost, i whisper 'they're beautiful...' but i manage to keep that comment to myself, not wanting to embarrass either of us. and they are beautiful, the feathers are strong and smooth, they seem to glisten in the sun, despite their dark color, a deep raven. i'm surprised i dont reach out and start stroking the, but i decide that would be a little too weird. hmmn. you would have thought angel wings would be white. i think, the thought just dropping into my mind- i shake it away. clearly he's proud of them, maybe he got to pick the color? i don't know, i don't think about it. my mind is busy enough without have to worry about something so petty. the feathers start to ripple and i wonder what he's doing until i feel the silk like touch of his wings, and the warm skin of his arm sliding over my shoulder. my eyebrows form into a frown, but i keep my mouth shut. he's already apologizing for the dress, and i feel heat crawl up to my cheeks, guessing most angels don't complain the first chance they get.
as we walk over to the golden gates, my vision is partly obscured by the protective veil of feathers in front of my eyes. For now, we have to travel there in order to keep you safe, the other arrivals are there as well, he tells me, which i respond to with a short nod, words not even thinking about forming in my mouth. theres a small pause, followed by 'What did you say your name was, gorgeous?' , and he cracks that stupid grin that i know i would have been attracted to when i was alive, the grin that dripped of danger and excitement. "Gracia." i reply quietly, not even sure if he hears over the buffering wind, tugging at the bottom of my dress and ends of my hair, though most of the wing blocks its harshness.
from then on he's pretty much silent- concentrated. why did i land so far off from the others? is there something wrong with me? do car crash victims land in different places? immediately my eyes falls to my skin. the angel lifts me up and wraps the black feathers around as if part of him is a blanket, but my eyes are still on myself. i have not one scratch. it should have occurred to me earlier that i was completely healed, but it didn't, i was too lost in this new world. but now as i look, i can see how perfect i am. i'm still me- i still have the same features- im guessing, the same body. i still feel the same, but ever dent, scab, every bruise or cut has gone, all the damage the car must have done is erased- no blood. i know there was a lot. no broken bones...obviously, i can walk. not even a pimple. is this even my real body? did they fix me? i lean my head back on the wall of feathers, just in time to hear his voice again, asking if i felt warmer, telling me it was a long journey. i didn't care. i was actually quite comfortable...and there was something else. i would see the others- the others who died recently. would my sister be there? my friends? "i'm real cozy." i reply, pushing my cheek in to the soft night feathers, unable to resist its touch. my hands are now wrapped around his neck, the rest of me either supported by his side, or by his graceful flapping wing. don't look down. for a while, i just close my eyes, not liking heights, and trying to rid my mind of all thoughts. i imagined heaven a lot differently, somewhere i would be with all my dead pets, all my friends and family, where i got everything i wished for. eventually i have to talk, needing some sort of comfort. "would it be a bad time to tell you i'm afraid of heights?" i ask, tightening my grip on him as i open my eyes. "also, i swear the other angel said to go to the city. how come we're going somewhere different? is my dog here? he got hit by a car too, a few years back. i think it's kind of ironic how his name was jelly and thats what he look like on the side of the road. oh. sorry, shouldn't have said that because it was awful. you know the driver just drove off? our neighbor found him, Mrs. Peters- lovely old lady, widowed unfortunately, but she used to invite us round for tea once or twice a month. it was actually quite boring..." i'm aware i'm rambling but i can't stop, seeing the clouds whiz below us at a phenomenal speed turn my stomach. "and her biscuits were always stale- but we had to pretend we liked them. she also had boiled sweets on her windowsill- i had one once. must have been at least a millennium old, my sister dared me to eat it." i stop there. wait a few seconds before i make up my mind to ask. he's an angel. he should know. "Did my sister die...?" he never gets to answer, and i'm left feeling empty, my sister, dead or alive, either way is bad. alive, selfish because i'll never see her. but thats the one i want. and dead...well, she's dead, her life cut short like me. Another angel- or at least i assume its an angel, appears in front of us, his hair tousled from the wind with a menacing glint in his autumn like eyes. "what have you get there then Cyrus? pretty little thing." he shouts, chuckling to himself as he looks me up and down, before returning his glance to Cyrus, a questioning eyebrow raised.

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name -- fay gilbert
mood -- tired, fairly happy.
location -- school
relationship -- malcolm
tagged -- loadss- feel free
to interact with her c:
wearing -- tank top and shorts.
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Fay walked into the dining hall. and as usual, she walked with that spring in her step and swish of her hips that made it impossible not to notice her. the room was already full with students, dressed in their casual clothes, some copying the plastics' fashion, some attempting their own pathetic styles. fay was always dressed to impress. and the next day, bam, at least ten variations of the outfit she wore the day before. today she was clothed in a simple white crop top, showing off the girl's bellybutton piercing, and high demin shorts. on her feet were a pair of high heels- so high some would class them as dangerous. but her sense of clothing was part of what made this girl so popular, her loud laugh and outgoing, friendly personality probably helped too. she wasn't afraid of anyone. if you made an enemy with her, that was it. she could ruin you. but she wasn't all scary. the people she liked were treated well. fay was loyal, trustworthy, funny, and one of those people you could just be yourself with. if you knew her.
a few heads turned as she entered. a perky smile pulled at her gloss coated lips as she made her way to the salad bar. no high in carb food for her. she helped herself to a plastic pot and started filling it with various types of leaves. when it was half full, she closed the lid, and walked to the front of the line, pushing in front of scout. she turned to finn's girlfriend with a sly pout. "ew." was all she said, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the girls tray of food. "is finny ok?" she teased, using the little nickname she gave him to irritate her. fin and fay were friends before scout fancied him, and to annoy her, fay was constantly flirting with her crush. it was complicated, he was her cousin's cousin, and as kids they had all play together. but finn and the brunette weren't related- just friends. and no one could tell her not to. before she could answer the plastic, fay turned to the lady behind the counter and handed her a handful of coins. "tell me if that's not enough." she added, giving the woman a charmingly friendly smile. of course, she had counted the exact amount before entering the dining hall.
when she had paid she went to sit down at her table. it was a table the preppies and plastics shared three days of the week. the other two were exclusively plastic. today was a sharing day. Fay placed her salad pot on the table and sat down. "hello everyone." she muttered, tucking a strand of caramel brown hair behind her ear. she had sat in the middle of bella and malcolm, her cousin and her boyfriend. all around the rest of the table were other jocks and preppies and plastics, and the lucky few who had been invited to eat with them. "did we all have boring first lessons?"

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tagged; august.
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-------------fiona stared at her feet, dangling off the edge of the sofa. it had been like this for a while now, and kind of drizzly, time stretching state where the silence covered the teenagers, suffocating them. but it was their way of grieving. it was a mix of shock and sadness. fiona was fling especially down, not only because she had witnessed a friend drown, but because she had had a silly crush on him she hadn't been able to shake for years. only it was more than a crush- even if they had been in each other's company many times before, her heart still hammered when frances even brushed past her. and as much as she tried not to think about him, or the crashing waves that killed him, she lay there picturing the scene for the millionth time. his whoops and shouts as he showed of on his surfboard, then the slit second when he was pulled under when everyone thought he would come back up laughing. only he didn't. it became clear after a few moments that something was wrong, and they all just stood there, their muscles turned to stone, still unable to process that death was taking place in front of them.

-------------slowly, fiona pushed herself up from her position on the couch and gave a big stretch. the girls crystal eyes followed her friend jump onto the opposite seat. fiona stayed silent until john paul had finished speaking with her- too many people talking at one time. a big difference from complete stillness. she then opened her mouth, too, "hey, aug?" she asked in a low mutter, looking over to the boy sprawled out on a chair. "don't tell me you've died too?" she muttered and attempt of a joke at the boys motionless frame, trying to lighten the mood. it took two seconds for her realize how inappropriate that was, and a tidal wave of guilt washed over her, including all the regular feelings like sadness, misery, regret- things like that, that she had been feeling since it happened. "do you want to go for a walk or something too?" she said quickly.