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Post by Nicolae Storms on Feb 16, 2009 11:16:13 GMT -5
Nicolae stared up at the mysterious school, he stood by the front gates waiting to go in. e took a deep breath and slowly walked into heading to the main office. As he walked he thought about his new life, this is the first time he has interacted with humans, since he last saw his mom. She wasnt his real mom but she took care of him when he was abandoned and she didnt care what he was. She loved him and help him get into his school. When he graduates he will go back to see her. But for now he has to focus on school, getting a life and help take care of her.
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Post by aubrey marie ♥ on Feb 18, 2009 18:50:16 GMT -5
miss aubrey, [/color] the gates looked almost ominous to aubrey, as if their cast iron claws could pierce her honey toned flesh. she stood three feet away from it's ashen shadow, sipping a half warm latte. her large almond shaped eyes, a warm butterscotch in the half light, narrowed. gates and cages were the same thing. they kept you locked away, in the darkness. swallowed the key. a repulsive shiver arched aubrey's feline back, a sour look banking on her cheeks and lips. at four thirty she'd arrived, and in her delirium and soft, multi-colored light, thought she could actually make it. however, three hours later, with her small, delicate arms swayed together in a rumpled fold, and a bitter expression in her eyes, suggested quite differently indeed. she stared at her gate, its rusting metal hinges opening in a smile. tentatively, she walked in, her lower lip pierced by edged teeth.
the inside of the school was a reflection of its walls; architecturally splendid, quaint buildings lodged against lodges, grey upon tones of grey. the air was cooler, yet not pleasantly so. a subtle clang notified her of the gates closing. a soft sigh rumpled her petite build. trapped. slumping her shoulders slightly in defeat, aubrey walked softly against the cool limestone path, her orange ribbon flopping against the wealth of rich chocolate hair. a figure moved directly in front of her, bringing a slight alarm to her eyes. she hadn't noticed anyone."hello" she said softly, blinking her dark eyelashes together, twice. the figure was obviously a boys, for even in his youth he was taller than her - his shoulders broader and stance slightly more confident than hers. a small, warm smile hushed her pale lips. [/blockquote][/font]
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Post by Nicolae Storms on Feb 18, 2009 21:48:52 GMT -5
Nicolae turned at the sound of the girl, "Hello." he said watching the wind blow her yellow ribbon. "My name is Nicolae Storms, pleasure to meet you." He said placing his hand out in front of him.
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Post by aubrey marie ♥ on Feb 19, 2009 4:23:26 GMT -5
miss aubrey, [/color] regarding the hand fleetingly, aubrey's reluctantly accepted gesture. "aubrey marie." she offered, her delicate hand breezing forward formally. his hand felt warm against hers, a comfort from the coldness of the stony buildings. "pleasures all mine" she added politely, though her large brown eyes hinted bemusement and slight boredom. the boy reminded her so much of charlie. even the dimples, almost lost in the roughness of pubescence, pale pink on his milky skin. they barely spoke anymore, too many disagreements and disappointments leading to an absence of sound. he didn't ring. she didn't write. time didn't heal wounds - that was a lie. time was a clever, tricky little thing. time opened those wounds that you stitched up, unraveled the thread that kept your aching sides whole. time didn't heal - it numbed, numbed you so that you lost all hope, all valor and in your numbness and darkness left you blind and deaf to the songs your heart used to sing. no, time did not heal. not at all.
aubrey frowned, a deep arch settling on her temple. somewhere inside of her, she tsked herself, raging on about premature wrinkles. aubrey really couldn't care less, if she had tried to. even at the tender, romantic age of seventeen going on eighteen, she was often mistaken for fourteen, her short, babyish features and supreme lack of height paying tribute to such an atonement. a cool breeze withdrew her from the comfortable silence. she apologetically twitched her lips, her eyes suddenly aware of the cobbled landscape around her. "are you new here, nicolae?" she inquired half heartedly, blinking the harsh light from her eyes. her tone was dead, however hard she tried to fake interest, yet it was pretty, soprano and gossamer. she studied his beautiful shapely face approvingly, settling on his remarkable eyes. no human could possess such beauty- like the painted face of botticelli's venus, he was so milky pale, regal as a noble prince in the grayish half light.
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Post by Nicolae Storms on Feb 19, 2009 11:21:38 GMT -5
Nicoale shook her hand gently, he noticed her butterscotch eyes. She was a small girl but she seemed young but the way she sounded he knew she was older than her looks. He noticed that she was thinking, she then asked him a question, "Yes im new. This is my first day here, Im nervous though, I havent really interacted with people before." He said looking down at his feet. "Are you new here?" He asked he curiously.
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