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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 5, 2009 15:27:10 GMT -5
Arden walked down the hall, slightly bumping into the other students. Some of them gave her looks and others just ignored her, she didn't really care either way though. When she reached her locker she spun her combo and opened the door. She put the notebooks and binders she didn't need for homework and took out the ones she did. at least i don't have that much homework... she thought as she zipped up her backpack and threw it over one shoulder. She closed her locker and leaned against it, watching classmates pass by and looking for no one inparticular. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Dec 15, 2009 21:02:37 GMT -5
Adrien walks aimlessly down the crowded school hallway, nonchalantly tapping beats on the lockers that surround him. Music blasted through his headphones, blocking the noise of his school mates. His head bobbed to the beat of the song. He could imagine himself in one of those cheesy music videos. The lead would always be ignoring everyone around him. Then, the scene changes, he's brought to the streets, still ignoring his surroundings. The graffiti then collapses as he bumps on someone, causing him to fall back onto the floor, his head being met by the floor. |
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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 15, 2009 22:55:14 GMT -5
Arden felt a bump and jerked her head in the direction it came from. "Owww..." she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. Then she looked down to see a boy, probably a senior, she figured, lying on his back on the floor. Passersby walked around him and onlookers stared, some snickered. how nice of them she thought sarcastically before kneeling down beside him. "You okay there?" she asked, looking at him and cocking her head to the side.
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Post by Adrien Cold on Dec 16, 2009 21:38:44 GMT -5
His left hand reached up to nurse his bruised head. Adrien groaned as he felt a bump where the floor had come in contact with him. He looked to his side, seeing his scattered belongings kicked and stepped on my his classmates. Closing his eyes for a moment, he sighs, long ways away from his cheesy music video world. Opening them again as he hears a voice that didn't sound as if the person wanted to capture the moment on their video phone. He forces his head up, using his neck for support.
"What?" he asks rather rudely as he squints, attempting to see who it was. He plops his head back down, not realizing the impact of the floor on his already bruised head. "Ow!" he exclaimed. Shaking his head, he bit his lip, trying to stop the scream. Oddly, with the second jerk, he realizes what the person had just said. "Oh I'm just clutz 's all!" he says, trying to make a grin out of his awkward position. |
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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 17, 2009 19:57:48 GMT -5
Arden looked at Adrien funny. He was rather mood swing-y, being rude one second and putting on the charm the next. "Yeah, been there, done that... a few thousand times." she commented as she began to pick up his scattered belongings. She tapped at a snobby girl's pink stiletto so she could grab a black notebook.
Looking down at Arden as if the girl had ruined her entire day because of a simple tap, she scoffed, "What?"
Arden replied, rolling her eyes, "Think you could move so I could get that, or is it not physically possible for you?"
The girl rolled her eyes, "What-ever," she uttered lifting the heel off the notebook.
"Why, thank you ever so much, Your Bitchiness." she muttered, snatching the notebook and adding it to the tiny collection of Adrien's belongings she had. She looked around to check to see if she'd gotten everything, she had. "Here you are." she said with a small smile, plopping the pile beside the boy. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Dec 17, 2009 20:43:53 GMT -5
Adrien's head throbbed, unwilling to give him any sort of peace. He reaches up to his neck, forcing it to rotate. He breathes out, completely ignoring what the girl had said. Sitting up, he carefully leans against the untrustworthy lockers, looking for little support. There, with his eyes on high alert of any sort of commotion, he notices the girl that he had bumped into. He should apologize, he did crash into her, oh but, well, he was the one injured so any kind of apology won't be any necessary. He grins, catching her conversation with the girl.
He looks up at her, once she has returned. "Um--er-- well, thanks, um..and who are you again." He shakes his head, catching his bad habit. "Oh sorry, that was rude of me," he gives an awkward smile, "Apparently, according to a couple of friends of mine, i can be quite rude." He looks up again, catching her eye. "Oh right, sorry--- Adrien Cold by the way." he says, sticking his hand out for her. |
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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 18, 2009 2:42:20 GMT -5
Arden chuckled. "No problem," she said with a smile. "Nice to meet you Adrien, the name's Arden Silver." she replied, shaking his hand. Un like a certain Monica Summers, she wasn't dazzled by his baby blues that were looking into her chocolate ones.
"So, do you need help up," she asked, grinning and popping the question rather randomly, which was usual for her, "or would you rather we stay on the dirty floor of our lovely prison Tranquility High?" |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Dec 21, 2009 1:49:32 GMT -5
Adrien looked at her oddly. 'My, is she pessimistic!' he thought. He squints, tilting his head to the side. "I quite like it! This floor has helped me here and there a couple of times, I'll have you know. So yeah, I happen to believe that this bit of the floor is relevant." He stretches his legs, giving off a sigh. He hadn't actually thought that speech through, he realized. Rather than making any retracting statements, he lets it go, letting the words stay the same. "Although, I can't really say the same for you. How are you my wee-lass?" He smirks, fixing his shirt. "How are you after that great impact upon my musculine torso?" he asks, grinning wildly at her. |
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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 21, 2009 13:42:18 GMT -5
"Okay then, but the paparazzi is still here. Their camera phones are getting a lot of action and I'm sure there will be snickering and gossip floating about today and tomorrow at the least." Arden responded, shrugging. She didn't want to sound so pessimistic, and most everyone knows she can be quite the pessimist at times, but it was merely out of experience.
"Hey, I'm not a wee anything!" she interrupted. She didn't like being called tiny by tall people, she was 5''5', a perfectly taller than average-girls-in-9th-grade height. As he continued, she giggled. "I think I'll survive the experience." she replied with a smile on her face. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Dec 21, 2009 16:56:46 GMT -5
Adrien looks around just to see his classmates snickering behind their high class mobiles. He grins at them, basking in the glow of this highly unmemorable limelight. He knew the capacity of his mates' memories and he was taking advantage of their five minute warranty. He looks back at his companion. "Well, a little intrigue goes a long way don't you think?" he asks cockily. "Besides, I know I always look good in front of a camera." Fixing his shirt, he shows of his distinct features. Only ending up laughing at her attempt to stop him from calling her small. |
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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 21, 2009 17:58:51 GMT -5
"I think that blow to your head was harder than it seemed." Arden retorted with a smirk. This guy was definitely on his high-horse, as her mom would put it, but that didn't change her attitude at all. "So are you gonna sit here 'til people stop giving you attention or something?" she asked, sitting cross-legged next to Adrien. |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Dec 22, 2009 16:38:30 GMT -5
"Oi! I'll have you know that my theory has been proven more than expected by multiple subjects!" Adrien cries defensively. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the thud that was heard as his head came in contact with the floor. He shrugs at her statement. "I can wait five minutes!" he retorts. He adjusts his position again, fixing his sleeves. "Well, that time frame without considering the possibility of their overwhelming attraction to me!" he smirks at her current form. |
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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 22, 2009 18:15:15 GMT -5
"Overwhelming attraction?" Arden repeated, arching one of her eyebrows. The recognition of the attitude mixed with everything else then popped into her head. " So Adrien Cold, you're one of those guys who use charm and looks to your advantage?" she said, more like a statement than a question. Of course, she had no problem with guys like that, but she was glad she knew what kind of person she was dealing with. ((it's kinda i dunno weird but i tried)) |
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Post by Adrien Cold on Dec 22, 2009 20:20:16 GMT -5
Adrien scrunched up his nose, confused by her question. It wasn't like he ever used his charms to get something he didn't deserve. Thinking about it, he did use his ideas to talk his teachers into siding with him. But then again, that wouldn't count would it? And besides, everyone, every human out there would use their most endearing qualities to get to the things that they want or need. It's the way society has been built. Shrugging, and still somewhat focused on his previous thoughts, he retaliates by asking, "Doesn't everyone?" |
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Post by Arden Silver on Dec 22, 2009 21:23:11 GMT -5
"To an extent, yes. But there is a point where it's just abusing your strengths.... I know I've abused them many times." Arden responds. "I was simply making an observation." She shrugs. He's a good debater... she thinks randomly.
Then she was reminded of where she was. "Her Bitchiness", as Arden dubbed her, had walked away from the lockers, her followers trailing behind, but before that, managed to step on the freshman's hand with the sharp heel of her stiletto. "Son of a b*tch!" she cried out, cradling the hand in her other while her eyes shrank to slits, glaring after the girl. Not many of her peers paid attention to her yelp, but she didn't care. She'd made her first enemy, this would be interesting.
Turning her attention back to Adrien, she said, "This is why we don't nonchalantly sit on the floor in the middle of the hallway." Her tone wasn't pissed but sounded a bit like she was telling him a valuable lesson. Her hand now hurt like hell, but she more or less toughed it out as she usually did. Changing to a more joking tone, she commented, "For a size 0 like that, she's extremely heavy when stepping on your hand in stilettos." |
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