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Post by Laine Brookson on Feb 15, 2009 17:33:59 GMT -6
  slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Charity events where not fun. Laine was so bored, after an hour of standing around socializing. None of her friends were here. Or maybe they were, and she just hadn't seen them. Her mother was being quite the slave driver, and Laine, always eager to please, was trying to make this thing run as smoothly as possible. She had so far talked to five or six of the teachers of Larkin, and hadn't said anything awkward yet. Her mother had actually smiled at her earlier, and told her that she looked lovely. Laine would gladly admit that she did. Her white dress showed off her thin form amazingly, and her hair looked surprisingly elegant, considering that it had been curling at all sorts of angles earlier in the day.
Laine laughed politely at something the woman in front of her was saying, absently wondering how much champagne the older lady had had already. Laine had counted three glasses just since she'd been talking to her. "It was lovely to speak to you, Mrs. Woodrow. My mother needs me to go and help her find the caterer's number. Perhaps I'll see you later this evening?" Laine smiled again, very polite and proper. The woman nodded and assured her that they would talk soon.
Finally, Laine could get away from her. She walked quickly through the crowd of people to where her mother stood, looking frantically through her purse, obviously trying to find the phone number. "Mother, I've got it. It's right here,"[/b] Laine said quietly, reacing into her tiny clutch and pulling out the piece of paper with the number scribbled onto it. Her mother sighed heavily, and thanked her. Laine left quickly, so her mother didn't get the chance to ask her to do anything else. She needed a break. Laine made her way toward the doors of the ballroom, planning on going outside for a moment. The cold air would be really refreshing. Laine pulled the heavy door open just enough for her to slip through, and closed it back as softly as she could. It would really be best if no one noticed her leaving. Laine wandered slowly outside, toward the hotel's lavish garden. It was awfully pretty, even in the winter. After a moment of looking at all of the flowers and plants, Laine went to one of the stone benches, which sat around a shallow coy pond. She sighed heavily as she sat down, glad to finally get to stop being polite for a second. She knew that her moment of peace wouldn't last long. Soon enough, someone would either notice that she was missing and come to find her, or someone would just stumble onto her. status • complete tagged • open word count • 451 lyrics • the show by lenka credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution[/size][/font][/color] |
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Post by Dakota Rush on Feb 15, 2009 18:11:48 GMT -6
 Spinning 'round 'round and 'round[/size][/font] Never wanna touch the ground[/size][/font] •• ¤ •• ¤ •••• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ ••
Long and shaggy hair fell in front of his green eyes has Dakota silently sung to himself, walking to the best that jammed in his ears. His black headphone were hardly that noticeable on the black jacket he was wearing, only able to be seen when he was looked at over his neck. Dakota pulled out his Zoon, pressing a few buttons and his walk becoming more slow has his eyes flashed over the screen. He chuckled once a few times has he nodded to himself and glanced back, ready to start his walk faster and back up to beat with his songs going from something has hardcore has Behemoth to something a bit softer now has The Used's Yesterday's Feelings.
He rolled his eyes; sad song. Why of all this? Maybe he was just upset about something again or just liked this song a lot. Either way, Dakota didn't know why he got this song. He always chose a song for a reason but this one must be random. He had just got into another fight with his mom, he assumed. Oh well, Dakota would go back to her... eventually and say he was sorry, truth in his tone but lies behind the words. He couldn't help his mom was like that. Mad at him for being and doing what he loved, not even saying "Thanks for going to the academy we pretty much forced you to go to." Well not forced, but did have to do some major talking to on the boy.
But has the singer had started singing the first note and Dakota took a breath to join in quietly he noticed someone a bit familiar sitting around. It was a bit empty our counting a small party was going around and it was cold. He cocked his head and turned his music down with a press of his fingers has he shoved the Zoon back into his pocket of the dark grey, skinny jeans. Dakota was new and all to the academy, but he swore he had seen her. Pretty girl was all he knew but he figured she was under him.
Glancing around once more, Dakota slithered from behind her, footsteps quiet. He flipped his hair from his face, looking into the small pond of coy. Cute little things. He shook his head and in one quick movement sat beside her and shrugged, "You look board out of your mind." he said, eyes off in the water and a soft smile wanting to tug from his lips, but he kept that to himself.
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Post by Laine Brookson on Feb 16, 2009 9:42:11 GMT -6
slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Laine looked up as she heard quiet footsteps coming toward her. After a second, she spotted the boy walking in her direction. She was pretty sure that she had seen him around before, but couldn't quite place him. Laine knew that she'd probably seen him at school, or heard someone talking about him, but she could not think of his name. "You look board out of your mind." She nodded silently, and smiled a bit. "I suppose I am. These things kind of stop being interesting after the five hundredth time." She rolled her eyes. Her mother seemed to be hosting these events at least twice a moth, usually more often, lately. And every time, Laine had to be helpful, and make sure nothing fell apart, and that everything was perfect.
Laine's face hardened slightly at the thought of the word 'perfect'. It kind of drove her insane, how often she used that word, in reference to herself, and everything else. It wasn't a realistic goal, and she knew it. But still, she kept trying. Trying to make herself look perfect, and make everything in her life go perfectly, and act like she was actually perfect. Laine knew that she was doing a pretty good job of it, for now. She was thin and pretty and popular and she knew everything that was going on with everyone, and she was generally nice, she had the greatest friends, and a lot of guys liked her. Somehow, though, she still didn't think she was quite good enough.
Laine shook her head, trying to stop that train of thought. It wasn't at all necessary. She could dwell on her imperfection later. For now, she just needed to look totally put together because this guy was here. She watched him for a second, searching her memory for some clue about his name. Finally, she got it. "You're Dakota... Rush, isn't it? Of course. You're new." Laine smiled again, and offered her hand to shake. "I'm Laine Brookson. I don't think we've actually met before," she said in what her mother called 'her society voice'. The voice she always used when she met important people her mother knew, or her teachers. Not the most sincerely nice tone, but it sounded good.
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Post by Dakota Rush on Feb 16, 2009 13:02:02 GMT -6
Spinning 'round 'round and 'round [/size][/font] Never wanna touch the ground[/size][/font] •• ¤ •• ¤ •••• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ •• •• •• •• •• ¤ •• ¤ ••
Dakota nodded and smiled, eyes to the pond as he listened to her words. Laine Brookson. Nice. He'd have to remember that one or at least store it somewhere where he'd remember. The ceiling above his bed sounded nice. Everyone who went in there could do a lot of things to the ceiling. Odd, but Dakota always kept names of people there. Falling asleep and waking up to see those names well, it helped him a whole lot or he'd be dead. Plus, Laine looked so much like the senior girls that were always in the bathroom doing who knows what.
But, Dakota took her hand softly, giving a small gentle bow f his head before cocking it to see her face better without his hair getting in the way or the adorable face, "Yeah, Dakota works." he smiled at the ends, "And yeah sorta new. Been here for my junior year. Other years, well, been other places." Dakota let his hand drop, the free hand reaching into his pocket to pull out the music player and turn it off in a flash. But a quick question popped in his head, "How'd you know, anyway?" he asked, a small joking matter. He wanted to add "Stalker?" there, but he wouldn't go playing off with her yet, Not when they just met up.
He wrapped the cord up quickly so the next song, most likely some screamo, hardcore metal, wouldn't interfere with listening to this chickies pretty voice. He already could hardly hear with the music blaring ever since he left his mother at the house. Oh gosh, he didn't even want to think about her and grow hard and rude around Laine.
So, he let the thoughts drift away, shoving them out and sending some mini-Dakota after the to burn them into oblivion with a torch. Harsh but he didn't want to come across cruel, "So what are you doing out here? Seems to cold for someone like yourself and seems a lot more interesting to be talking to people rather than sitting here with a bunch of fish." he said, sarcasm filling in his tone has he leaned forward, crossing his fingers within themselves has he stared at the swimming coy below.
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