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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,border: #000000 solid 10px;][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][bg=4e4e4e] [style=font-size: 7.5px; color: #000000; font-family: verdana;text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px;]I'M WHAT TIME AND CONSEQUENCE HAVE MADE ME.[/style][style=margin-bottom: -30px] [/style][style= background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 30px; font-family: verdana;]It had certainly been a while since Siobhan had been up to the Bell Tower. She didn’t really need to go up there to be alone, as a vast majority of the students had gone home for the holidays. She just liked how remote it was, and she figured it was as good a place as any to get some personal errands done. And right now, her most pressing matter was to write her brother a letter. He was living it up in Manhattan with his musical buddies, as far as she knew. A tempestuous phone conversation with her mother the day before hadn’t yielded much else besides a lecture on ‘responsibility’ and ‘familial obligations’, but she finally got Jon’s address from her. So as she climbed the stairs to the top of the tower, her hot breath creating plumes of fog in front of her every time she exhaled, she was going over and over in her head what exactly she’d write. Reaching the pinnacle of the tower, she stepped inside, a little grateful to be out of the light snow that had begun to fall. Smoothing her hair down a little bit from the wind, she found a place to curl up in the corner, and got out her notebook. Jon, she wrote, the words starting to form in her head like she didn’t even have to think about it. I’m not sure if Mom told you...but they’ve cut me off. Totally and completely. I know I shouldn’t care, but it’s driving me insane. So insane, in fact, that I’ve resorted to talking to you. And I know you don’t really care about me or anything I do, but I was hoping you’d talk to them. They wouldn’t even begin to think that I asked you to help...so as far as I’m concerned, it’s a pretty foolproof plan. I miss you sometimes. Only sometimes. I love it here...but I really haven’t made that many friends, if you can believe that. Please write me back, Jon. Don’t make me beg. If you love me at all, you’ll just talk to them. They hate you a little less than me. - Vaughn. When she finished, she dabbed at her eyes a little, suddenly realising that a few tear had started to well up. She closed her notebook and slipped her pen back into the pocket of her coat. Then, the only thing to do was to stare out the window at the dark, foreboding clouds, and try to muster up the courage to actually post the damn thing. [/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #8b8a8a; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana;]×× words 441 ×× tags Anyone! ×× outfit Here[/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 200px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: verdana;]credit goes to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/style]

[JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL]

LONG LIVE THE RECKLESS

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For a man who didn’t particular find a specific interest in the outdoors, he sure found himself outside a lot. It wasn’t exactly a bright day out either. There were some dangerous clouds that looked like they were going to start another winter blizzard. It made it also seem like it might have been in the middle of the night as opposed to day. Justin was a little social butterfly and thrived off of social activity, but every once in a while, walks by himself suited himself just fine. It wouldn’t be the first time, and a man and his thoughts could sometimes because the start of the greatest discoveries and ideas. The most brilliant of men were often called insane in their time period. Who knew what other people thought of him. Justin chuckled to himself. What was he saying? He knew what other people thought of him. Every girl wanted him and every guy wished they could want him. Perfectly simple explanation. Even a woman he hated (and who hate him) ended up hooking up in the end. Hard life, but he tried not to complain.

The Bell Tower was his next destination. He had spent the other night up there to practice some of his powers. It was hard to practice it anywhere else because everyone else always whined and complained about the wind nipping at their faces. So Justin was forced to do it above higher ground where the wind generally whipped around harder anyway. However, he had forgotten his watch after it made his hand cramp up because of the weight. It had been his father’s watch. Although he hadn’t spent many years with that man, it was good to have some kind of memory of him. The thing that probably hurt the small boy the most during that time was having to watch his own mother. It was no mystery why Justin didn’t like to return for the holidays. Probably a cowardice move of his, but no one was there to tell him anything different. It didn’t matter to him. Justin found the best way to deal with it was simply not to think about it.

Finally, he reached the steep steps of the bell tower. These steps became pretty icy during times like these. He was shocked that there were as little reports of people almost getting to the top and come tumbling down as there was. Justin made sure that his steps were light and slow as to try to make traction less of a variable. It was making him very sneaky and quick as he hopped from step to step. With a couple of hard puffs coming out of his mouth, he found himself at the top. But not alone. He blinked when he reached the top, taking a step back and feeling himself start to tumble. With quick reflexes, he gripped onto the wall and stopped himself with a grunt. Regaining himself (as if it never happened) he looked at the woman in front of him. Red hair. Justin always appreciated those who looked different from all the others and he found himself half smiling. Except this woman couldn’t look more distressed. ”Pardon me miss.” He told her with the very soft tone he used on everyone. ”I misplaced my watch from the other night.” He announced, looking around, although now there was a whole new goal and purpose of being up here in the bell tower now. Even if he found the damn thing.

He did find it. It was in the far corner across the room, right where he left it. When he had been practicing, it had been under his coat to keep from tumbling around everywhere. What ended up happening was his coat on the other side of the room with that thing still nicely in place. The watch had been heavy enough and placed in a corner protected from the fierce winds he had been creating. The man was only one year from graduating and being able to create a full tornado. Something he had wanted to do ever since he found and discovered his powers. Trying to do it as a ninth grader hadn’t exactly worked out for him, but that was beside the point. A glint was in his eye as he didn’t move to go toward it. As if something had him frozen there.

MY SONG HAS NOT BEEN SUNG

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,border: #000000 solid 10px;][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][bg=4e4e4e] [style=font-size: 7.5px; color: #000000; font-family: verdana;text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px;]I'M WHAT TIME AND CONSEQUENCE HAVE MADE ME.[/style][style=margin-bottom: -30px] [/style][style= background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 30px; font-family: verdana;] Vaughn didn’t really know how long she’d been sitting in the Tower, her knees up to her chest and totally silent. But, since her lower back was starting to hurt, and the ominous rumbling of the thunderclouds outside getting louder, she clumsily rose to her feet and stepped over to the window, leaving her notebook on the dusty floor, like she had just forgotten that it had even been relevant to her being up there in the first place. She leaned against the wall, propping herself up with one elbow resting on the windowsill, her other hand tracing the steel frame of the window. She sighed, and figured now was a good a time as any to mess around with her powers. Concentrating, she pulled her finger back a couple of inches and watched as a small arc appeared at the end of her finger and danced across the empty space to the metal frame. It made a healthy but quiet buzz, and she just watched it, thinking about her brother and what his reaction to her letter might be. She was just about to bring her finger back even further and make her spark bigger, when she heard footsteps coming from outside. Retracting her hand as fast as she could, the arc disappeared and she dashed back across the room and leaned down to fumble with her notebook, picking it up. She looked back towards the door, and now there was someone standing there, regaining composure after an almost-fall she thought she heard from just outside the door on the icy steps. She felt a small tingle settle in her stomach as she looked him over. Tall, blonde and handsome. So when he spoke, all she could think to do was swallow hard and nod. "Oh...uh..." she stammered, sweeping her red hair behind her ear and hiding her notebook behind her back with her other hand, "...Sorry about that. I figured nobody would come up here...d’you want some...." She stopped talking, and just shifted her weight as he started to look around him for his watch. Vaughn stayed perfectly quiet and still as he scanned the room. She started to look around too, just to distract herself from her heart beating at a million miles a second. She glanced over to where she’d been sitting...where she just noticed that she had left her pen. Crap... she thought. Maybe it was just gonna have to stay there. It wasn’t like anyone else was gonna come up here today just to look for stuff to steal anyway. He hadn’t made a move or anything of the sort, and Vaughn let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. He did look familiar, but she wasn’t the kind of person to just wander over to someone she thought was cute and say hello. Forcing a smile, she continued to stare off into space, totally and completely paralysed. [/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #8b8a8a; width: 410px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana;]×× words 508 ×× tags Justin! ×× outfit Here[/style][style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #bbbbbb; width: 200px; color: #222222; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: verdana;]credit goes to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/style]

[JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL]

LONG LIVE THE RECKLESS

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Nervous little thing, wasn’t she? Justin noticed that first thing when she looked over at the door. Her hands were fumbling with a notebook as she responded very briskly. Shy was she? There were ways to deal with those girls too. Justin didn’t really have a particular taste when it came to ‘shy’ girls or ‘outgoing’ ones since he was outgoing enough to talk to both of them. Naughty girl might have worked every once in a while in his life, but everyone had to know that. As much as Justin didn’t claim himself as a man whore and trying not to be one, he really was one. Anyone that knew his name discovered that much. He joked and such, but there was a limit for him. That was the big difference. The man was picky. It wasn’t as if he would go to the store and just pick his favorite. The store had to come to him without him having to seek it out. He didn’t go out and hunt. They just appeared. Like a wondrous gift the gods decided to give him.

The notebook seemed to disappear from the scene as quickly as it could and he made a small chuckle to himself. He wondered- with his ego- if it was him doing this or if she was simply like this all the time. The biggest way to find out was to continue to talk. If nothing improved, it was how she was with everyone If she was able to get over him, she would return to her normal self. That meant if it went to a more calm state, it was him. ”There is nothing to apologize for.” A small amusement flowing out of his voice. Justin kept a very calm composure, even if he was about to have the biggest fall of all. He turned his head to glance down the stairs and couldn’t believe he took the actual time to climb all of them. His blue eyes returned as he waited for her to finish, but it seemed she wanted to stop there. She too was looking around. ”Do I want some?” He encouraged, feeling as if whatever she had on her mind next was going to be interesting to some capacity.

He figured he would stop tormenting the poor girl. His weight took off of the wall as he strode to the other side of the wall, where his watch sat patiently for his return. The watch was really a piece of nearly useless material, but the semimetal value it had wasn’t going to be able to leave him. Though he wasn’t going to say much about the death of his father. It was a subject he never brought up unless someone asked. If someone ever had the nerve to ask, his answers weren’t those that encouraged any type of conversation following it. As he took his time placing it back on his wrist, he glanced over at her so he could see a proper view of her face. She was facing the only light the room really had to offer. Very pretty. Freckles, bright, bright, very bright, green eyes, fierce red hair, a small round face. She might as well been posing for him with the way she was staring off into the distance. Justin laughed to himself as he looked the other way by the window and saw a lonely little pen sitting by all by itself. It didn’t take very much to connect the dots.

Justin very confidently walked over and picked up the pen, thinking about tossing it but decided stabbing her with a pen wasn’t the best first impression. So he went and sat next to her and offered it to her, ”You missing something too?” He asked with amusement. Justin did say, if anything, she was an amusing person. Certainly lovely to look at. It wasn’t really his style to just leave on that little note. Now he was interested. The performer decided that he was going to make the most out of this, ”I’m Justin.” He held out a hand in offering. Society seemed it was so strange that Justin did this generally, but he found it only polite Especially since it told a little something about the way Justin liked to view things, now didn’t it?

MY SONG HAS NOT BEEN SUNG

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