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Post by sephy elizabeth ashton-hughes on Mar 24, 2008 17:14:09 GMT
&&__i want someone provocative
but.it's.so.hard.when.you're.as.shallow.as.a.shower Just off the parking lot there was a small green hill which allowed anyone who stood on it to have a good view over the various different cars parked in the lot.
That's where Sephy was currently sitting, her knees drawn up to her chin as she wrapped her arms round her legs and clasped her hands. The hood of her black zip up sweater was pulled up, hiding her face from view as she tugged on the stray strands of frayed denim protruding from the hole on the knee of her jeans. One of her ipod 'phones was in her ear, the other hanging from her neck allowing the shrill chorus of 'Little by Little' echo about her. She tilted her head back, her good eye squinting against the sun as she raised a pale hand to brush her chocolate bangs out her face. Her gaze drifted to the phone lying on top of the messenger bag discarded beside her, a groan passing her lips as she buried her face in her knees - where the hell was that brother of hers?
'You'll take my life but Ill take yours too
You'll fire you musket but Ill run you through
So when your waiting for the next attack
you'd better stand there's no turning back'
Not even bothering to check caller id, she slammed the phone to her ear, "What?" her voice came out, hopeful but cracking slightly.
"Persephone?"
Sephy groaned, she now wished she hadn't bothered answering the phone. Only one person called her that.
"Hello mother", her voice was void of emotion as she stared straight ahead. This woman was the last person she wanted to talk to, ever.
"Don't take that tone with me young lady - never mind, have you spoken to your brother today?" The distaste as she said 'brother' made Sephy want to storm home and punch the bitches lights out so instead, she opted to hang up with a bang as she tossed the cell back onto her bag.
"Fucking bitch" |
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Post by Edward Morgan Aldridge on Mar 28, 2008 0:07:12 GMT
Edward yawned as she exited the school and got into the parking lot, looking for the place where he had parked his car. He always lost track of it and where it was. Pretty stupid, huh? Losing a car…
He laughed to himself a bit and shook his head as he walked into the chilly weather. He dug his hands in his pockets and shuddered slightly as the icy breeze swept past him.
“Bloody London,” he whispered under his breath. He really couldn’t wait for summer to come. He wasn’t wearing anything really warm on anyway, he just threw on a pair of old, dark jeans and one of his expensive dark red shirts, which just lay in the open basket of clothes. His mom always washed his clothes and he was in no mood for getting up early to get ready for school, therefore a normal, yet still a bit preppy outfit was good for him today.
The brown sweat shirt brought a bit of warm, which worked great at the moment. Getting his keys out, he looked around and noticed Sephy standing near the parking lot. He squinted his eyes against the sunlight in order to see her better. He gave a mischievous smile and walked over to her.
“Troubles?” he yelled against the wind as he saw her expression.
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Post by sephy elizabeth ashton-hughes on Mar 28, 2008 2:36:30 GMT
&&__Don't.look.at.me.that.way
it was an honest mistake “Troubles?”
Tilting her head back, open eye open and squinting up at him she shrugged, "Parental problems; nothing to worry your pretty lil' head about", she said, the other of her blue eyes opening as she looked at him. Taking in his choice of dress, she couldn't help but smile, "Aren't you cold?" she asked, tugging her sleeves down over her hands as she tightened the grip her arms had round her legs, digging her chin into her knees. She motioned to the grass beside her with her head, petite shoulders raising in a sort of half shrug, "You can sit down I suppose; that is, if you don't think it'll muck up your trousers".
Slipping her hand into her sweater pocket, she pulled out a crumpled, half empty packet of Marlboro and, after putting one in her mouth, held them out to Edward. The way she had the cigarette balanced in the corner of her mouth and the collar of her jacket turned up over her sweater reminded her of James Dean; that thought bringing a smile to her lips as she inhaled deeply.
"So what brings you out on a day like this?" |
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