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Post by Robin on Oct 8, 2014 0:13:40 GMT
lol yeah sure. I'm doing my post rn
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Post by Robin on Oct 8, 2014 0:30:10 GMT
They just couldn't keep away from each other, it was like placing two magnets beside each other and expecting not to get a reaction. Impossible. Unfortunately, that reaction always ended up with the two of them a half naked tangle of lips and searing gazes and electrifying touches. And they never really got around to working on the project, the reason they were together in the first place. They didn't talk, the two if them were a bit too afraid to do that. It never went past a few words every time they saw each other. Which would've been fine, but being that it really was a project. There was a due date. One they didn't meet. So now here they were, sitting alone in an empty classroom at 3pm on a Thursday afternoon, in detention. The grumbly old ms. Harold-a librarian at their fine high school, had just stepped out to get some coffee. And they were alone in the silent room. The bastard and the stone hearted girl. Juliet didn't know what to say.
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Post by Renny on Oct 8, 2014 0:53:15 GMT
Kit had landed detention more than once. The librarian looked hardly looked surprised when he walked in, just went to get herself a cup of coffee. He figured they probably couldn't get a quickie in before her return so he stared down at the papers in front of him. He didn't say anything, not really wanting to talk. That wasn't his thing. Only one guy had gotten him to talk, and he was long gone. So, he kept quiet. But he really didn't want to come back here again. "So, this project." He murmured, glancing over at her, a hand raking through his thick dark locks. They'd grown a bit, brushing against his brows and for a moment they were shoved backwards to reveal the full depth of his dark eyes.
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Post by Robin on Oct 8, 2014 1:26:01 GMT
The same thoughts of trying to squeeze just something small and quick in crossed Juliet's moms when the teacher left. But there was no time, and what then? Would she climb out the window or something? There was no escape, in the aftermath they'd just be stuck together in a totally awkward and tense situation. At the sound of kit's voice, Juliet was stirred from her thoughts, she whirled around quickly, sky blue eyes meeting his own dark pair. The delicate looking girl wanted to yell at herself, three words from him and she could feel the knots in her stomach, her heartbeat kicking up a few notches till it began to race. It wasn't fair he got to make her feel to intensely. " the project" Juliet echoed softly, a grating defensive quality to her tone, as if trying to protect herself by adding more ice to her voice. In the vain hopes of saving herself from feeling anything thanks to him." We had started talking about desertion, desperation, abandonment. How Jonathan exemplifies these qualities in his descriptions of winter in the novel. " she murmured, less venom in her voice as she glanced away from him, dirty blonde locks shading her face. It was just an English project, why did it feel so hard.
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Post by Renny on Oct 10, 2014 21:42:37 GMT
The words were icy daggers plunged straight into his heart, and his eyes flashed, and he blinked to look away, lashes fluttering. They were words the cast a bitter taste in his mouth, like unsweetened coffee. He glanced back to her. The book had been okay, the ideas so obvious, and the descriptions forced, never flowing. Although, he wasn't here to critique the work, just get this stupid fucking project over with. "True. And the harsh reality of these things. Summer is so hazy, it makes you feel comfortable like dreams really do come true. Winter is brutally honest." His voice wasn't sharp, but Kit had the feeling he wasn't quite talking about the novel anymore. He didn't like talking about these things. He liked Juliet better with his mouth sealed onto hers, but that wasn't a good environment to do work in.
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Post by Robin on Oct 11, 2014 19:44:43 GMT
Something in kit's gaze jolted the young girl. The way he looked back at her as if she'd stabbed him through the heart. And for the shortest moment, Juliet almost felt bad. As if verbally wounding him was hurting her too. Because it was, though she'd never say it. Thankfully kit then launched into a meaningless return to her equally pointless observations about the cruddy book that had forced them together. But then all of a sudden he wasn't talking about the book anymore. Swallowing hard the dirty blonde haired girl resisted the urge to stiffen in immediate and reflexive reaction. And then she did something extremely unprecedented. Juliet said what she was thinking. Her tone was blunt. Cold. But it was honest, and that made it pure. " cut the crap kit" Juliet muttered softly. That was only the second time she'd ever said his name out loud. " this isn't about the stupid book. It's about two silly damaged people trying to pretends that everything means nothing. And that it always will. And that makes me sick." She finished, her voice wavering more than she ever wanted it to as Juliet stared back at him, sky blue eyes like daggers. Things were so much easier when they didn't talk.
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Post by Renny on Oct 11, 2014 23:30:43 GMT
Kit's jaw clenched and he looked away from her blue eyes, and they were like daggers piercing straight into his soul. He glanced back to her. "Fine. All of this makes me sick." His voice was shaking a bit. "It's all a bunch of bullshit. This book doesn't even scratch the fucking surface. The two love sick kids in this make everything sound so fucking dreary, like he can't find another woman to love." He was breathing heavy, his emotions dragging him down into somewhere he didn't want to be. "We sit here every damn day pretending we don't see the stares people give us. That we aren't the embezzlers daughter or the CEO's bastard." His eyes were dancing with flames, burning lividly. "We've been through too much shit for this." His voice was impossibly low, almost cracking. He knew where he was going with this. "And we have to fucking relate this shit in this fucking book to our lives that are ten times more fucking wintery." He leaned back in his seat and wanted to rip the book apart.
[ while writing this an add with Kit Harrington came on! //squealing//
sorry if this is shit. working on my characters for my Egypt rp<3 ]
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Post by Robin on Oct 11, 2014 23:37:06 GMT
Omg no it's great<3
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and kk
reply wip
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Post by Renny on Oct 11, 2014 23:46:29 GMT
aww yay<#
eee, Ikr
also, random
but I was thinking of making my Schmidt-like character gay?
or at least sometimes act it?
idk
//waits patiently//
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Post by Robin on Oct 11, 2014 23:54:28 GMT
Juliet watched him, partially angry with herself for how much she cared. It was as if she was attuned, on some secret frequency, to everything about him. And she felt it too. His voice, his eyes, and now the shaking. Unable to help herself, Juliet rose from her seat and took a few steps till she stood right in front of his desk. The sky eyed girl wanted to reach out, touch him, say something that would stop the shaking. But she couldn’t, because his words were breaking her, and now she was shaking too. Juliet’s tone was low and hushed as she spoke up in the wake of his finishing. “Then we take the god damned F. I’m not putting myself through that. They can stare at me all they want. Hell, they do. My father-“ Juliet’s voice broke just then, and it was clear how ragged her breathing was. The ice in her eyes was melting, till her thick golden lashes were blinking back tears. Juliet looked down. Recovered. No way in hell did he get to see her cry. Even if it was the first time in over a year. Then she spoke up again, her voice strong, but removed. “And I won’t let you do that to yourself Kit. You’re too good for it. For them. Don’t believe me if you don’t want to. Because what the hell do I know? We’ve never even spoke to each other before. But I know that. So burn the fucking book. Or whatever. But don’t do this, don’t write about it.” The tears were gone, but her eyes weren't ice anymore, they were shining, like sapphire, she looked just the smallest bit less broken in that moment. She looked alive.
I'm totally for that! But keep in mind, it's the forums and I'd hate for you to get in trouble bby<3
These two!!!!!!
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Post by Renny on Oct 12, 2014 2:42:57 GMT
[ yep. i'll keep it subtle, obviously. I just won't set up any romantic plot. ]
Kit looked up into her face, dark eyes blazing, leaping with flames of colors, ribbons of emotion swirled together. Her own eyes were like shiny diamonds, like two huge Hope Diamonds. Ironic, and Kit snorted softly, not quite at her. He looked away, at the cold outside just behind the window pane. He whipped the book across his desk and it hit the window with a thunk, but didn't break it. "Fuck it." He murmured, glancing up at her. "Who needs English anyway?" His voice was humorless and dull, as he tried. "Let's grab coffee," the moment the words were out of his mouth, he kind of regretted them. "No baggage, no talking about emotional shit. Just a fucking hot drink in this stupidly cold weather." He glanced back outside, pushing his chair back and rising. He didn't quite feel confident, more like he didn't fucking care. Give him the F, not like anyone cared. But give him a little bit with Juliet without any tension, and that'd be a miracle.
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Post by Robin on Oct 12, 2014 2:48:32 GMT
Replying<3 should I skip?
Agdkdhjdk I love them <3
So I'm thinking they get coffee but maybe after that something goes down with his family? Idek what but it just occurred to me.
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Post by Renny on Oct 12, 2014 2:49:57 GMT
hmm, sure. to the coffee shop?
ajwrg9hwshbwrg they make me so happy<33
yeaah. like maybe his half-sister gets arrested and he has to bail her out
and then Juliet tags along for moral support [ or whatever the fuck you'd call it coming from her xD ]
and she ends up meeting his brother Richard, and his dad somehow?
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Post by Robin on Oct 12, 2014 2:55:21 GMT
I like that a lot- that works. So in my reply do you want me to skip through coffee to him (getting a phone call or what or???)
Haha. The words Juliet and moral support don't mix. How about existing nearby in a vaguely comforting sense XD
They make me super happy too <3 even though they're totally messed up
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Post by Renny on Oct 12, 2014 2:56:41 GMT
it does work<3 hmm, maybe like them just in a lull in the conversation and the phone ringing?
oh yes. more like vaguely nearby and giving a slightly awkward, not quite comforting vibe? xD
I know, so perff<3
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