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Post by kelsey on Mar 20, 2012 15:06:01 GMT -5
 -- make a dark horse rush like enough is enough --The beats played in her head at a steady pace, causing her to subconsciously begin nodding her head to it. It wasn't an unusual thing for her, music was always playing in her head. Her pace as she walked bounced to the music she was listening to in her mind, and a childlike smile revealed itself on her face. She was in a good mood.
Kelsey walked farther from the campus. She had no idea where she was going, but it was something to do at the very least. She crossed her arms, which were swinging loosely as she moved, over her stomach and let out a long breath. It wasn't really moody enough to be a sigh, she was really just tired. She was always tired, it seemed. Especially during the week. She was always doing something, and she was never good at leaving things be until the next day. All in all, it was really just a case of her being too stubborn to sleep.
The sound of water entered her ears. Did she really end up back at the lake? She spent a lot of her time here, so it was probably more instinct than anything that she would have ended up here. Her grey eyes scanned the area around her. Sure enough, while she had drifted off listening to whatever music was playing in her head, she failed to pay attention to where her feet were taking her, and so she ended up here: at the lake. She bit her lip and looked around her. She probably looked stupid, just kind of standing there like an idiot, but she didn't really care. She was looking for any sign of life, but she really seemed to be alone here. She frowned slightly, she was starting to really enjoy company.
Sighing, Kelsey began brushing at her messy brown hair with her hands, eventually putting it up in a neat ponytail. Her moves seemed almost instinctive as she lay down on the grass a little ways from the water. Maybe she'd just rest here for a bit; it was peaceful, after all. This was what she needed.
She folded an arm over her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun and let out another long breath. She didn't know how long she was laying there, and she never really noticed that she ended up dozing off to the quiet sound of the water near her. Her breath was steady, but a slow kind of steady, and her arm fell to the grass around her head as her other arm lay on her stomach, hand grasping at her shirt. She was a quiet sleeper, and she didn't move really either. She really just lay there, almost motionless, losing herself inside of her own head.
when a dog-fight's hog-tied prize sorta costs a life,
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 21, 2012 18:15:58 GMT -5
 AFTER ME COMES THE FLOOD après moi, le deluge (fevrale dostat chernil i plakat, pisat o fevrale navsnryd, poka grohochushaya slyakot vesnoyu charnoyu gorit.) The pen glided down Nell’s forearm, marking the striations of muscle. Flexor carpi radialis. She listened as the professor lectured, took notes on her arm in blue pen, drawing the muscles in red. Radial artery. It was something she’d done back when she was young and she believed that all her research could amount to something. The human body had been a puzzle to her, and she’d shaved down the edges of their pieces, forced them to fit together. You don’t find solutions, you make them. There had never been a solution, though, she had deluded herself for years. Pisiform. By the time the bell rang, her arms were marked with red and blue pen, a map of muscles on the surface of her tanned skin. ”I hope you get ink poisoning,” the girl next to her intoned. ”Me too.” Her voice was excited and cheery, and the girl snorted. Paige was an Earth student as well, and Nell talked to her until they left the building and entered a world of heat and heavy air, like the sky was pushing down on Earth. Her shorts felt like razors against her thighs, starchy and tight. Her loose-fitting top was more breathable, slipping off her shoulder.
She decided she might as well wash off the notes from her arms in the lake. As she walked, she let ivy grow on her forearm, curling around the words, numbers, looking like a Van Gogh in the flesh. ”Yo, Earthie.” She looked up, the sun lightening her features, her brown eyes like the amber around fossilized insects, streaks of gold in her hair. She saw the guy snapped his fingers, the fire between them, then steered her gaze to his ill-meaning green eyes. Her own were still wide-eyed, she looked over his shoulder. ”Crap,” she said, and he turned to look. In that second, she was off running. She could have stood her ground, defended herself against the attack she knew would have come. As a college student, she was close to the top of the food-chain, even with an elemental disadvantage. But she didn’t fight. It was easier to run. Cowardice was not running from altercations, it was not being able to admit if you were running. And so what if she was a coward? It wasn’t the worst of her crimes.
Not looking where she was sprinting, her foot hit something hard and she cradled her head as she rolled across the sand. Hastily, she lifted herself up, hands placed on the ground. Her eyes fell on the brunette and she gasped, ”Ack, I’m so sorry, I was just running…” She breathed in deep. ”No era mi intención hacerte daño, lo siento.” She stopped babbling again, realizing her mistake, before blurting out, ”Sorry! You all right?” Her chest felt tight from exertion. She’d ran further though, and she didn’t tire out so quickly. Prattling on hand winded her quite a bit, though. She didn’t even think to look out for who she’d been running from.
-I MUST GO ON STANDING you can't break that which isn't yours -I MUST GO ON STANDING I'M NOT MY OWN, IT'S NOT MY CHOICE |
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Post by kelsey on Mar 21, 2012 21:12:03 GMT -5
colorfully vulgar poacher outta mulch
like "i'm 'a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt"Kelsey was still dozed off, feeling as if her body was floating through black space. However, her even breathing was disrupted suddenly by a sharp pain in her ribs, followed by a thud. Paniced, Kelsey sat up in a flash, gasping and looking around for the cause of the disturbence. It took a moment of looking around for Kelsey to realise what had happened.
To her right was a mildly pretty girl with dark brown hair and eyes. As soon as Kelsey opened her mouth to apologise for... something? Being in the girl's way, she guessed- she was cut off by a hastened apology from the girl who tripped over her: Ack, I’m so sorry, she pushed the words out of her mouth quickly and Kelsey raised her hands as if in surrender and shook her head. I was just running… the girl paused and took a deep breath before continuing to blurt out words that Kelsey couldn't understand. Well, that wasn't fully true: she did understand the very last part, "lo siento." She remembered enough to know that meant "I'm sorry."
Finally, there was a pause. "Look, it's-" Kelsey started to tell her it was no big deal, but she was cut off again by the girl's babling. Sorry! she apologised again, You all right? Kelsey let out a short laugh despite herself. The girl was so flustered, and Kelsey found it kind of adorable. "As I was saying..." She began again, flashing the girl a jokingly stern look, "It's really not a big deal. Actually, it's good that you happened across," Kelsey continued on saying words that popped into her head as she was speaking, "I didn't mean to fall to sleep, so it was good of you to wake me."
Her voice got quieter as she finished the sentence, as she realised her thick Irish accent was clinging to every word she spoke, and she was pretty sure she was the only one here with such a strong accent, at least. Her grey eyes narrowed as she gazed just a little ways past the girl before her. Kelsey stood and dusted off her shirt before turning to face the still unnamed girl. "My name is Kelsey," she said cheerily, holding out her hand to the girl. She was running from something. I wonder why, Kelsey thought absent-mindedly as she turned around to observe her surroundings, looking for anything that could have caused someone to flee.
if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix
you wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 22, 2012 17:13:03 GMT -5
AFTER ME COMES THE FLOOD après moi, le deluge (fevrale dostat chernil i plakat, pisat o fevrale navsnryd, poka grohochushaya slyakot vesnoyu charnoyu gorit.) Nell didn't even register when the girl had spoken, panicked as she was, not only about the fire student, but about the fact that she may have hurt this girl who was just...lying in the middle of nowhere like a fallen tree branch or a rock. She didn't even give herself time to question that little matter of concern. A light blush highlighted her cheeks, though, when she realized that she'd just rambled right over the stranger, and she bit back the urge to apologize again. She always felt the need to apologize, even if it wasn't entirely her fault. Oftentimes, she felt that she was in the way of life itself, that she acted as an obstacle for too many things. Oftentimes...she was just uncomfortable with herself.
She scratched her cheek, tittering. "Right," she said when the nice, girl who apparently liked to be a random rock said that it was all right. "Uhmm...how did you fall asleep here in the first place?" Her eyes were light, both with sunlight and amusement, as she pulled her lips into an expression of veiled humor. It wasn't a very high traffic area, but still not a place where most people thought it'd be a good idea to lay down and take a nap. "And, you know, for future reference...trees are much better." She nodded as if to reaffirm this, every pore practically bleeding Earth. She was proud of her element, that she could belong, even if just a little bit. She decided that she cared for every Earth no matter what when they backed her up in the war.
Nell shook her hand with the inked one, skin marked abductor pollicis brevis and flexor digiti minimus minimi brevis. "I'm Nell," she introduced herself, relief filling her for the girl was being so nice. "Uh, I was running from a Fire student actually." She lifted her arms up, her hands poised like someone with rheumatoid arthritis and acquiring a pinched look. "Big scary guy, flames between his fingers and all. He wanted trouble but no siree." She shook her head, dropping her hands as she stood up and brushed herself off. Now that she got the apologies things out of the way, she asked, "Are you from Ireland?" Nell had an accent herself from living in the Bronx, her 'o's stretched out and 'y's practically non-existent. She connected with foreigners.
-I MUST GO ON STANDING you can't break that which isn't yours -I MUST GO ON STANDING I'M NOT MY OWN, IT'S NOT MY CHOICE |
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