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Post by pierce on Jan 21, 2013 2:08:51 GMT -5
[/style]  [style= width:400px; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:13px; padding-right:5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:9px; border-left:30px solid #9C96B3; border-bottom:30px solid #9C96B3; padding:10px; background-color: f3eceb; color:2B2928; ][style=text-align: right; color: #6F6691; font-family: georgia; font-size: 35px;font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -7px; margin-right: 10px; text-shadow: #C2C8D1 3px 3px 3px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 4px;]lillith rae pierce, and i think i'll start it over, where no one knows my name action :: thought :: "speech"Everyone has some sort of past-time, something to keep them occupied in times of dullness or an escape from a life of tragedy. Lilly was no different in that aspect and ever since her mother's passing it was books that seemed to take her place, teaching, comforting, offering a second reality she could escape to, even if only for awhile. Daylight was fading quickly, the sun sinking below the horizon and leaving the chilling glow of the moon and the warm lantern light of the library's magnificent fireplace to cast illumination over the thick pages of books. Lilly was curled up within the embrace of a large arm chair, a Game of Thrones book positioned against her knees and head resting on the knuckles of her fisted hand, eyes and mind entirely lost in the story of the book. It was no secret that she was new here, the too-quiet and too-withdrawn girl with the thunder affinity that obviously didn't fit in anywhere. Well, it was no problem for Lilly. She'd rather curl up alone and read for hours on end then go on some shopping expedition with stuck up snobs and fawn over boys. Men. The word strayed outward from the novel's story-line and she rolled her eyes mentally at the thought, smiling as if she had spoken aloud about the subject with obvious humor. She and boys hadn't exactly gotten along well in her past, one in particular was her father, but that was a story no one heard, no one knew and no one would ever find out. The crackling of the fire snagged her attention before she could delve into the depths of her story once more, ice blue eyes lifting from the soft cream pages of the hard-back to peer at the split log smoldering within the flames. The heat that seemed to roll from the fireplace in waves was utterly heavenly, it's touch a soft caress against her skin, almost like that of a soothing hand to wash away the biting chill of winter just beyond the library's windows. Not to mention the fact that Fire elementals were allies, another possessor of great power and no reluctance to show it. A small smile played on the corners of her lips once more, pondering over the outcome of an argument between a Thunder elemental and a Fire. Due to their unrelenting pride and stubbornness it would no doubt be quite the spectacle, but alas that could wait for another time. She had a story to get back to! Without hesitation she shifted her position until she melted comfortably into the cushions of the chair again, eyes fixating on the words of the book, diving into it's tale and allowing it to immerse her into that second reality she so fancied. She read for what seemed like hours, captivated by the lives of Sansa, Arya, Robb and most of all Jon Snow. Lilly found herself drawn to him out of common lifestyles, for they were both loners, outcasts in their own respect and they preferred it that way. His life was like a never ending movie and it shocked and pleased the petite woman many times over. However the only problem with books is that there are times when you lose yourself so completely in them that you lose track of time, and while it was only 7 in the evening, time had a way of fast-forwarding and well, curfew was at 11. Oops. WORDS - - Five-hundred and eighty three MUSIC - - Pandora TAGGED - - Adam! OOC - - Wow this post really sucks... I'm so rusty. Sorry about that twig! Her outfit is HERE!!! [/style] |
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Jan 22, 2013 18:01:41 GMT -5
Adam didn't mind the library, not at all. Most of the time he avoided spending vast amounts of time among the books because his friends dragged him elsewhere, and he would be damned if he told them "no, I can't hang out because I'd rather read a book" because some of them probably would've laughed. He didn't like being teased or laughed at. Fortunately for the young Fire his friends had to leave him behind because he had a paper to work on. Pencil met paper as Adam wrote, trying to keep a direct train of thought in order to get the assignment done as soon as possible. It was not hard to do, merely time consuming. People came and went, passing by him without saying much of a word as the sun slowly sank beneath the tall windows of the library. He had to admit that the silence was calming, though not a state of life he preferred to live in at all times. Loner was not exactly in his list of personality traits.
About halfway through the assignment, a wave of sleep washed over his eyelids; the words were growing blurry and he couldn't think straight. Sitting in the quiet of the library was possibly far too lulling. I'll just rest my eyes... He dropped his head slowly on his arms and sighed. The pencil rested lazily between his fingers, eyes drifting shut and allowing sleep to take him. It was not until he jolted awake about thirty minutes later from some random, fleeting dream about flying sheep and some demented looking nacho chip that he found himself practically alone in the library...and with a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. It made a strange hissing noise as he peeled it off of his skin and set it on the desk.
Deciding that since things had died down and there were few students lingering about the shelves, Adam took the opportunity to relinquish working on the paper for the time being and take up finding something he actually wanted to read. He slid an earbud into his ear as he walked the aisles, turning up one of his favorite songs. Finger slid across spine after spine before finally finding something that might be interesting. "Heh," He chuckled to himself as he looked at the label. Hamlet. Always with Shakespeare, but he couldn't help it. The book found itself tucked under his arm as he made his way to the fireplace to sit down and read for a while. Of course there had to be someone sitting there when he arrived; Adam let out an obnoxious snort as he stood in front of her. His eyebrows were perked up. "You're sitting in my favorite seat," The boy pointed out, aiming a finger at the couch below her. "But since your cute I guess I could let it slide this once. Just don't let it happen again or else." Without even asking for permission to join, he plopped down on the other end of the couch and settled an elbow on the armrest. "Who're you, anyway?" He minded to keep the book title hidden from her vision.
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Post by pierce on Jan 22, 2013 20:02:17 GMT -5
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Time was non-existent when the mind was wrapped up so entirely by the action sequence of a hero, the fall of a villain or the forbidden romance that sprung up between two lovers. It passed by carelessly, the hands on a clock spinning unhindered by staring eyes or nervous glances. And in this instant it did just that, passing by unyielding until it was nearly 10 in the evening and the library was utterly empty. A soft storm had rolled in during her endless reading, the panes of the great windows now murmured with the sounds of raindrops.
Subconsciously she knew someone was there, standing over her like a predator does just moments before it ambushes it's prey. Of course, the subconscious has a way of not making it's owner completely aware of a presence or whathaveyou, so when a quipped insult was tossed in her direction from a mere foot or so away, Lilly immediately bristled, hands clutching the covers of her book as a frown came to settle over her lips. Her eyes lifted to meet his, fully intending on scolding him for interrupting her reading, but she didn't have to be intelligent to note the spark of sarcasm that lay quarreling beneath his irises very much like a... well a flame. So, she turned instead to using a very common -- and 'effective' -- method of warding off unwanted attention that most other women seemed keen on using as well. The look.
Her expression seemed to morph into one of complete and utter distaste by this kid's cocky comment, clearly communicating the message that he was obviously not wanted. Of course, he was a guy, and guys -- no matter how 'effective' a woman's stare was -- never seemed to take the hint and instead of strolling away to nurse his supposed-to-be wounded ego he did the complete opposite. He flirted with her! Oh great. He's one of those kinds of guys.
Immediately after the words left his cocky mouth her eyes rolled upwards and a groan left her parted lips as if the comment made her physically sick to her stomach. With a frown laced on her lips she replied in a clipped sentence, enough vigor in her words to make them believable enough. "There's plenty of other seats for you to sit in, you know." Her tone wasn't exactly friendly, but it wasn't a hiss or yell, simply short and to the point. With extra emphasis on the 'other' to -- once again -- make it clear she didn't want him around. Oh, but he wasn't done harassing her just yet! He actually had the nerve to sit on the couch. Sit. On the couch. That she was currently sitting on. Now, it would have been different if it was some awkward nobody that had no where else to sit and kept to his own and shoved his nose in his own book and left her alone, but this kid, this arrogant little jerk was the only other person in the room -- that she could see anyhow -- and he'd had absolutely no problem laying it on thick.
Perhaps, maybe perhaps if he'd at least tried to engage in some small talk before tossing out flirtatious insults disguised as compliments like they were candy she would have cut him a break. Maybe even brushed off his uninvited presence and let bygones by bygones. She wasn't mean, afterall. Just distant. But Lilly had never gotten along with the male sex, hell, she'd never really gotten along with anyone. Sure, she used to be a soft-spoken, tenderhearted girl in the past and she might still be if she wasn't so hellbent on keeping up those walls she'd built around herself. But after her mother's death no one saw that side of her anymore. Self preservation had a way of taking over and well, it wasn't real pretty. Point being, he'd cut right to the chase with a girl far to scared and scarred in the category of 'romance' that he crashed and burned before he even got the chance to 'fly'.
Of course, she was new here and picking fights in attempts to 'protect her heart' or something like that wasn't the brightest idea. So, biting back the spew of insults she'd mentally conjured she answered his question hastily, immediately turning her attention back to her book as if he was nothing more than a dusty old pillow at her side. "Lilly, Lilly Pierce."
WORDS - - Seven hundred and Sixty nine
MUSIC - - Pandora
TAGGED - - Adam!
OOC - - Still trying to get a solid hand on how she reacts to social interactions and what not, so don't be surprised if she's a little shifty in her responses. Sorry!
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Jan 23, 2013 18:24:13 GMT -5
His eyes had briefly flicked up to catch a glimpse of the weather lurking just beyond the library windows; the storm was definitely upon them and he silently thanked whoever was above that he didn't have to go traipsing across the grounds to get back to his dorm, or drive home to see his mother and Asher. The rain wasn't really a favorite of his. The scowl he gave the window was brief before the girl actually answered him. Adam was completely unaware of the fact that she was not the least bit amused by his comments and attitude. Like he cared anyway. Maybe if he knew her he'd be a bit butthurt, but nah. He scoffed. "Exactly, which is why I'm sitting right here," He said right before sitting. It was another seat, right? On the same couch or not, a seat was a seat. "I hope you're not one of those self-entitled assholes who think that because they sit on the couch in a public place that no one else can sit there," He added, eyeing her with false scrutiny and a frown. Even if she were, he would still sit there. End of story. He was just being obnoxious because it was obvious now that she was not happy with his presence. "Because really it's not becoming."
His fingers slowly slipped between the pages of the book, enjoying the feel of the smooth paper. It was a good night to settle down and read a book, actually, though he planned on heading back to his dorm to play video games later. For now he was sharing focus between Hamlet and the girl sitting on the other end of the couch.
He kicked off his shoes and sighed in contentment as he leaned back and tucked his legs under him in a crude criss-cross fashion of sorts. An elbow rested on his knee and the book fell open in his lap with one small tilt. "Nice to meet ya, I guess." Adam said with disinterest, trying to remember where he stopped off last. The one downfall of library books is that you couldn't leave a bookmark. Perhaps a dogear to mark the page, but who knew how the librarian would respond to that. They'd probably remove them just to fuck with people.
"I'm Adam Rizzo," He finally introduced himself, turning his head to look at her. She looked like a Lilly. He remembered having a discussion with Annabel one time about names and if you could actually look like a name, but he could not quite remember the outcome of the discussion. She called him Evan though, which he liked. It was a bond of sorts between them that said their friendship was sturdy and progressing. He didn't talk about his feelings often--if at all--but he felt it and that's all that mattered. Anyway, back to the fireplace and his book and the girl reading nearby. "What're you reading anyway?" The question was abrupt and nosy, but nothing personal.
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Post by pierce on Jan 30, 2013 18:45:12 GMT -5
[/style] [style= width:400px; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:13px; padding-right:5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:9px; border-left:30px solid #9C96B3; border-bottom:30px solid #9C96B3; padding:10px; background-color: f3eceb; color:2B2928; ][style=text-align: right; color: #6F6691; font-family: georgia; font-size: 35px;font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -7px; margin-right: 10px; text-shadow: #C2C8D1 3px 3px 3px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 4px;]lillith rae pierce, and i think i'll start it over, where no one knows my name
action :: thought :: "speech"
Ok, so she probably could have guessed by the flirtatious comments, empty threats and obvious ignorance of a little thing called personal space that this kid was absolutely harmless, something easily forgotten and brushed to the side if she so chose. And she did try, resorting to chewing attractively on her bottom lip in order to keep from saying something definitely over the line or playing right into his game of 'who can come back with the best comeback', but some things were simply to good to ignore. So, as the kid so wonderfully voiced his hopes as to whether or not she was a self-entitled asshole, Lilly smiled wickedly, replying back with such cool confidence it perhaps looked awkward on a woman of her age -- one who normally would have jumped at the bit to retaliate in some immature and obnoxious fashion. "And I hope you're not one of those arrogant pricks who's got an ego bigger than his feet -- and you know what they say about guys with small feet."
Lilly didn't have some kind of excuse for being just as blunt and rude as the kid next to her, in her mind he deserved it and she wasn't about to consider the consequences. Who does that now anyway? Silence seemed to settle over the duo, both slowly being sucked into their books again until the only sounds one could readily hear would be the calm storm just beyond the windows of the library and the crackle of the fire only a few feet away. Lilly wasn't the kind of person to 'break the ice' per say, hell, she was content enough with the silence, but it seemed the boy next to her couldn't keep his mouth shut for long.
A gruff sigh heaved from her lips as she lifted her eyes from the soft beige pages, dropping her head ceremoniously in his direction and giving him a look akin to someone verbally saying, 'Really? Are you seriously trying to make small talk with me?' But she let it go, shrugging off his first statement and turning her eyes back to Game of Thrones until he introduced himself. Her eyes snuck a glance towards him, judging how well the name fit the face just as he had only seconds before. It seemed to be a pretty decent match, or at least it didn't seem completely out of place. While she'd managed to catch a glimpse of the kid in attempts to appraise his name, she happened to notice the book he was reading. Hamlet? Huh. That's certainly not something you find pricks reading. Hell, do pricks even read at all? Hmm. She shifted her eyes down again, staring at the pages but only managing to half pay attention to the story line. At the moment it was apparently dire for her mind to place this Adam kid into the jocks and pricks category or somewhere else, but eventually he seemed to pull her from her internal mulling. Her chin tilted in his direction, brow arching before she voided her face of any particular expression other than indifference. "Game of Thrones." If he couldn't tell already, she wasn't much for conversation. Well, not with strangers anyway.
As a bolt of lightning peeled her attention from him, her eyes happened to catch the hands on the clock and she seemed to pale, lips curving down and hands closing the book she was so fond of softly. If he said anything, or attempted to start up some conversation she'd simply toss him a glance, muttering softly. "Save it, it's late. I should get back to the dorms." And with that she rose, turning and striding off towards the millions of book shelves to replace her book and then skirt off to the dorms. Well, that was one way to avoid a conversation. Way to be social, Lilly!
WORDS - - Six hundred & fifty seven
MUSIC - - Pandora!
TAGGED - - Adam Rizzo!
OOC - - Sorry to have her leave so quickly! She won't admit it, but these kind of banter like situations are awkward and uncomfortable for her and I didn't want to leave you hanging. We can start up another thread later if you'd like! c:
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