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Post by Blake Andrews on Sept 11, 2009 4:29:13 GMT
Wind caressed the evenly cut grass, brushing it to and fro carelessly. The cool autumn breeze threw leaves of red and yellow across the grounds. One withered leaf flowed across the same uniform flora, cartwheeling and somersaulting along the earth, until it came to rest against the black pant leg of a boy clutching his laptop, knuckles white in anger. He stared unblinking at the words on the site, his rage flowing in and out.
"God damn it... Rumors... of me being gay?" Blake was positively glowering at his screen, fury emanating from his entire personage. He closed his laptop a bit too forcefully, slipping it in to his back pack. He stood, withdrawing a cigarette from his pack, lighting it swiftly. A brief inhalation of nicotine calmed him, and he willed his muscles to unknot and soothe. "Damn it... God damn it..." Blake said, in to nothingness.
He had been reading Sandy Secret's blog about him, and it wasn't exactly flattering. He started to calm, but he couldn't stop his eyes from flaring in anger. He sat back down, watching the people around him.
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Post by Carmen Liddell on Sept 17, 2009 3:32:32 GMT
outfitIt was a beautiful day and Carmen had decided to soak it all up, being the great outdoorsy kind of gal that she was. Which meant that, instead of hunting down someone cool/Matt/Christian, she had decided to go about on her own, perhaps check the gardens out. They were always lovely, but at this time of year, the leaves would be particularly nice, which was always a plus.
So, dressed comfortably for the ever declining temperature, Carmen flitted out onto the grounds. Her cigarette hand was pleasantly occupied by its favorite object and rhythmically moving from her mouth to her side in thin trails of smoke as she meandered spiritedly about the garden paths. Unfortunately, however, in her wanderings she spotted a boy who did not look pleased in the slightest.
Had Carmen noticed him on any other day, she might have been a bit more reluctant to approach him. Despite her friendliness and general habit of talking at people, she did realize that people occasionally wanted to just stew by themselves. But today, she was in a particularly good mood and people being in moods less than that were not really okay in her book.
So, without any further ado, she bent to stub out her cigarette on the path before tossing it under a bush and making her way toward the boy. when she was standing on front of him, she bent down and grinned.
"You look chipper," she observed with a little smirk, brushing her cropped hair behind an ear. "Not getting laid?"
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Post by Blake Andrews on Sept 23, 2009 5:23:49 GMT
Blake looked up for a moment and immediately judged the situation as off, with the potential to move in to hostile territory. His distrust of anything that moved had momentarily returned, and his hackles were decidedly raised. "Well according to that rumor mongering harlot, apparently I'm getting TONS of sex from anything that'll move... Including guys!" Blake almost growled in indignation. He took a drag before continuing. "Feh. I get close to one girl... That Yuna chick... who promptly dissapears after one time of talking, and suddenly I'm the manwhore. Judgemental little..." Blake exhaled. "Sorry. I'm not normally like this."
He sat back a bit to really look at this girl. She was decidedly attractive, and she smiled with a raw sense of happiness. Her snarky comment aside, she had a very friendly air about her. Blake couldn't help but relax a little more. "Sorry. The name's Blake. You know, THE Blake from Sandy Secret."
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