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Post by Robin on May 13, 2014 0:49:50 GMT
My title <3
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Post by Renny on May 13, 2014 1:26:43 GMT
OMG. SQUEALING SO HARD RIGHT NOW.
I love you, Robinish<333
You're just genius xD
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Post by Robin on May 13, 2014 1:35:28 GMT
Lol thanks it just sorta came to me XD. Because j snow and all <\333
You like it? I thought I was cute and like an actually title for like a short story or something. XD hey could you post your last kit post from WCF on here to make it easier?(:
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Post by Renny on May 13, 2014 1:42:19 GMT
yes. i love it<33
yep. here you go~
For the briefest of a moment, everything paused. It seemed like time seemed to hang in limbo. Kit's expression changed from the stoic unreadable expression he wore. Something cracked. His jaw clenched at the word and he made the tiniest of flinches. For a moment, his eyes shown with a hurt and pain at the word. It rang in his mind.
Abandonment. Rejection. Desertion.
It ached in his chest and he looked away, jaw clenching as the mask slid back firmly over his face. But Kit knew that Juliet knew that it struck a nerve. It had in her too. They both faced it, and it made his jaw clench and his stomach tighten that he felt nauseous, but not enough to be sick. It happened every time someone talked about rejection. About loss. About being deserted and left alone. If anyone understood that in even a fraction of a way, it was Juliet. In the moment he saw her pain, she saw his.
The subject hit home, it struck a sensitive bit in Kit that made him feel less anger and more hurt. The anger he had was exhausting, but it's hold was loosening into more fear and pain. He didn't want to be left alone. He didn't want to feel unwanted, and yet he was. Kit looked back to her after composing himself for a moment, dark eyes growing reserved and cool after the crack of hurt coated the usually open-book chocolate eyes. He nodded slowly.
"Good, that's what I thought too." He said, voice a little less confident and snarky. It was emotionless, but it wasn't. Something hinted at it. He ran a hand through his hair, clearing his throat before continuing. "We can work with that," He said, almost bitterly, his slight smile a bit wry again.
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Post by Robin on May 13, 2014 2:34:01 GMT
It was obvious the words struck something deep inside kit, behind all the ice and steel he'd built up to shield his heart and mind from things like this that hurt. Juliet had done plenty of the same thing, hiding any emotion further and further inside of her title she wasn't even always sure where it was. She watched him carefully a moment, not judging or overly pitying, just watching because she saw all the same things in his face that she knew were in her own any time she got close to feeling hurt or harmed. Quickly though, he hid it all away again, just as she had done. Juliet wasn't sure how this all made her feel, watching everything she felt okay out in someone else's expression and features. A tiny piece of her almost warmed to kit, but having a sad story enough in common wasn't enough to make the girl open up. Juliet bristled when he met her sky blue eyes, her pain still readily apparent in that moment and she felt exposed, vulnerable, like he could stab her if he wanted. Eventually and mercifully kit spoke up, not to stab her but to discuss the project which seemed like a much better idea to her. " then I guess we have somewhere in common to start" she murmured looking almost around him instead of meeting his gaze. She didn't want to risk that vulnerable feeling again. It wouldn't be good for her, never was. His voice didn't seem as emotionless as he seemed to want it. She guessed her wasnt either. So it seemed neither of then was going to feel as safe behind their walls as usually. " well, class is about to be over. So meet me in the library tomorrow. 4 o'clock by that hideous bust of Hemingway." With that the bell rang and she ran off down the hall. An average face disappearing into a sea of them.
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Post by Renny on May 13, 2014 22:12:20 GMT
Kit paused, about to respond. To say yes, agree, or something, but the instant the bell rang, Juliet was gone. She seemed to vanish, her books scooped up and when he glanced to the door, he barely saw the whisper of dirty blonde waves vanish into the hallway. He closed his mouth, swallowing his words and messily shoving his things together and rising and leaving. The rest of the day, he knew would be such a drag. [ ~ skip ~ ]
The next day came and went without much thought. In English, Kit sat as he usually did, but made no attempt to talk to Juliet. She went back to the same expressionless, emotionless girl she was before they began to talk about the project. As did Kit, he kept his ice and steel facade wrapped tightly around him. The days were growing colder, darker as winter approached. The school was divided into a few sections, the library on the other side of the school. By the time four o'clock rolled around it had began to snow steadily and the dark clouds obscured the sun and it was actually quite dark. Kit grabbed his heavy coat from his locker, slamming it shut so hard it rattled around the empty, vacant walls. Cold seeped into the walls, froze from the outside in. He ruffled his unruly dark hair and headed out towards the library.
Once inside, it was cool, but not nearly as much as outside. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking the flakes from him and looked around, eyes pinpointing the bust of Hemingway and then to Juliet. He walked smoothly over to the tables just beyond and near the high windows where you couldn't see it, a table where Juliet sat. He dropped his bag to the ground, the heavy thump in lieu of a proper greeting and he just shrugged off his coat, tossing it over one of the empty chairs opposite him and took his seat next to her.
[ I thought it would be more fitting to be cold, since we aren't roleplaying this on WCF ]
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Post by Robin on May 14, 2014 1:37:16 GMT
The second she left class, everything felt like it had changed since talking to kit. No she wasn't falling in love at first sight. (Pass she's totally in denial!) Only stupid people did things like that. No, it was just different having someone who....actually got it. Kit was a lot like her, and neither of them wanted to talk about it, which was fine by her. Even still it felt better knowing that he was around somewhere, existing. Soon enough the next day rolled around and they were back in English class together. But nothing was different. They kept to themselves, kit continued to keep the steel and ice wrapped tightly around his heart, and Juliet kept building her stone wall higher and higher between herself and feelings. Anyone else might think they were crazy, but they hadn't lived like either of them. It wasn't mean or hateful to be like this, it was safe. Letting no one in might seem like not living but it was the only way Juliet had survived all this time. Shortly after she arrived in the library as four o'clock came around and settled herself down at the table nearest the Hemingway bust she had told kit about. While waiting for kit she pulled out her journal and began to write. Yes, the ice queen had one indulgence for letting her feelings out, music. Juliet shivered involuntarily as she sat hunched over her notebook, the cold was beginning to seep through the fabric of her clothes and down into her very bones. She wasn't usually one to be affected but this was a physical force of nature, not even Juliet, in all of her determined stubbornness , could ignore. All of a sudden it wasn't just the cold air poking at her insides but a pair of eyes. For some reason she knew it was kit without even looking up. Eventually she did look up,her clear blue eyes like a distant patch of ice hidden beneath the shade if her dirty blonde locks as she looked at him. No words passed her lips for a moment, she wasn't sure what to say. Eventually as he settled into the chair opposite here she settled for a soft "hi" as she glanced down at the wood of the table. Even that pointless hello seemed like pointless contact to her, what if he didn't say hello back? It was easier to be silent and distant. She clung to that sad belief because no one had ever been worth it......but she was about to discover someone who was.
Aghhh! They make me so sad and happy at the same time! <\333
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Post by Robin on May 14, 2014 2:23:20 GMT
Renny?
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Post by Renny on May 16, 2014 0:05:22 GMT
Kit was looking at her, waiting. But for what? Maybe a subtle hint that she knew he existed. But the minute she looked up, he felt startled, his body seemed to almost flinch, yet it didn't show it. It felt like he'd been shocked, but was paralyzed. It was odd. Something in those distant blue eyes made him want to reach out and crack the ice. But he knew if he did, she would knock on his as well. She would bend steel, fragment ice. She seemed like that kind of girl. When you got close, she did too. Finally a soft, one syllable word exited her lips and it was such an innocent word before her blue eyes fell to the table where a notebook sat in front of her, pen in her hand. He nodded.
"Hello," he replied, voice equally quiet, yet it wasn't shy. It was emotionless again, his inner being tightly wrapped in himself. Kit ran a hand through his dark hair, the almost ringlets brushed back for a moment from his sharp jawline. "What are you writing?" He asked suddenly, eyes falling on the notebook. It was too far away to make out, and it was probably a stupid question. It wasn't like she'd answer him straight. She'd probably slam it closed and hiss something like None of your fucking business. Kit didn't really have any talents, anything he'd want to share with her. Well, maybe, but he doubted she'd care, or even want to know anything about him. [oh how wrong he was]
Then Kit shook his head. "Nevermind, you won't tell me anyway." he said, sounding a little bitter, but it was a faint trace. He leaned down, frowning as he pulled out his binder and pulled out the paper for the project, not looking at her, just looking at the memorized words on the page in front of him. He knew what they had to do, but feigned like he needed a brushing up on it. It wasn't like he worried about this project with this girl. Pfft, no.
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Post by Robin on May 16, 2014 0:15:29 GMT
Replying(:
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Post by Robin on May 16, 2014 3:40:41 GMT
Looking at him for longer than she had would've been too much, Juliet knew this. Not because it was socially unacceptable to stare for no apparent reason or because looking at someone too long was considered rude, but because there was something in those dark and steel covered depths that clenched at something somewhere inside, at her gut, her spine, her very mind. And that, that was dangerous. So no, she wouldn't look too long. But kit wasn't wrong either. She was that kind of girl, more than any other kind the rest of the entire school that she was. Not a soulless bitch or a weakling. But the kind of girl that got close when you did, the one who could bend steel and fragment ice if she wanted. All of a sudden that voice forced her to look up, and she felt that clenching sensation slowly oh so slowly, like chill seeping into an empty house when winter began, start to tug at her bones. That wasnt good for her, she didn't want it to be. She didn't want it, she didn't want to want it. But soon enough Juliet would figured out she needed it, she needed him. soon enough she came to realize he wanted to know about the notebook, the private, only emotional parts of her, that left the dark recesses of her mind. Juliet didn't answer right away, this was going to make it hard, deciding what to say, to say anything at all. Before she could settle on a course of action, he turned bitter all of a sudden. Maybe to him it felt faint but to someone who had ice in then just like him. It was bitter through and through. She flinched, not meaning to, and not from fear, more from some place of pure Darwinian instinct. Soon enough the bitterness seeped into him, till it forced him to sit. This still had not I locked a response from the dirty blonde haired girl. But it was the faking, the feigning that did her in. So she spoke, barely a whisper, and that wasnt from fear or shyness, it was just how those words were meant to come out of those lips " it's how I feel, sometimes" she didn't sound sad about the sometimes or the feeling. It was said with such a logic that it fit the rest of her like a pair of well worn jeans. Because that's who Juliet was, the girl who felt...sometimes. There was nothing more to it.
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Post by Robin on Jul 13, 2014 20:02:02 GMT
Hihihi
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 1:07:25 GMT
Kit tried not to be startled by her words, but his dark eyes snapped up to meet her blue ones, searching her face for something. They seemed to strain to see anything really. A kink in the armor. He didn't truly understand her words. Were they to his question about the writing? Or did they come because of his snap of bitterness, like the sting of salt on a wound. Had he someone appealed to her sense of empathy? He wouldn't be surprised. She seemed so plain, and yet, he felt like she was a magnet, yanking him closer. He banished the thought of her being magnetic. She wasn't. Yet, their electricity seemed undeniable. Kit ignored it, glancing back down to his paper and leaned back against his chair, casual and nonchalant, as if he wasn't tense at the thought of being alone in the library with her. He laced his fingers behind his head. "We aren't here to talk about sometimes feeling." He managed to reply. "So, this." He glanced down at the paper in front of him to indicate it while he pushed the chair back, lifting the two front legs so he was balance on the two back legs. His eyes never strayed from her face, the unreadable depths of his dark eyes seeming to make that old quote true. "And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you." So many times Kit looked deep into the mirror and found that true. He just felt as if he was looking into his face, trying to see a woman he'd never met, and all he saw was himself gazing back, as he should. "What shall we focus on? The story, obviously, but what could we compare it too? Movies, books, philosophers, personal experiences?" He said the words so coolly, they seemed to flow out of him naturally. And yet, there seemed to be a challenging lit to Kit's voice, as if daring her to say what they both knew they wouldn't want to talk about. |
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Post by Robin on Jul 16, 2014 1:16:59 GMT
Replying
Hey my thinking, if you like it is that they should end up shortly making out in the library then abruptly leaving the situation
Then we can either have them ignore it or do thing where they continue physical stuff but refuse to acknowledge the emotion behind it. Until maybe something happens that forces them to break down walls. That could happen with either option. My thinking was that maybe someone retaliates because of all the crap her dad did being like Bernie madoff against her.
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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 1:21:39 GMT
YES. I agree. Like, they make out in the hallway, and then they are both like "hey, you're hot." and they become like a "friends with benefits" kind of deal? And then like, maybe she gets attacked by some guys whose parents got hurt the most by her dad's fraud, and they like beat her up and she goes to Kit for help? Iunno, maybe?
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