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, mr. sensitive *
Group: The Creative . [Mod]
Member No.: 6
Joined: 11-January 09
GREY LYRON DANVERSso, it's just you and i in my little office. do you like it? i picked the curtains out myself. anyway, i am me and you are but what exactly does that mean? why are you here? "Yeah, nice digs. Pretty sweet, dude. But serious now. Long story or short? You know what? Don't answer. Basically: I haven't been the best kid. Wait. I shouldn't have said that. That's not going to look good. Ah, well, you seem like a good guy. The point. Yes. As I was saying... my dad wants me to have the best education, and sure, I care about that, but I wanted to go to America, or Canada or something exotic like that, you know? I have been attending another school that... didn't quite work with me. So, we decided to switch. And as I said, Ammy or Cana, but he insisted that this school is just absolutely the required place to go. My sister went here. Camilla Danvers, you remember her? She's in Chicago now. So, both me mum and me dad decided that why not send their youngest son here. I mean, heck, I have no qualms with it. It's a pretty cool lookin' school. I just hope you have courses I'd like."nope, not impressed. not in the slightest. but the interview has only just started; don't worry.. there are only about 200 others wanting this spot as badly as you. if i called you by any other name, would that make you more comfortable? "Well, really, nothing makes me comfortable. My name is a color. I don't think anyone would want this name. Like, seriously. My parents must've been smo--- Yeah. Aough. Anyway. Maybe just 'G', y'know? Or... Grey."it has a ring to it, i give you that. now that we are practically acquainted, tell me a little bit more about yourself. personal things you hoped i wouldn't ask. "Well, I'm eighteen, born in August on the twelfth, nineteen ninety-one... The last time I checked, I was male, obviously. Ha. Do you need proof? No? D'awh, okay. ...Yeah, sorry. Uhm, you have nothing against gay or bisexual people right? Okay, good. Because I'm just as much a hound for men as I am for woman. I could never make up my mind. I'm from Edinburgh, originally. I moved around a bit, so I have lived in other places thorought Scotland, but I've never directly left the country."wow i am still awake, iím surprised, really. you talk a little bit like you've swallowed a stick or you've been screaming your lungs out at a concert, all night. speaking of that, what do you like to do when you don't study?"Exactly that. Screaming my lungs out. Concerts, parties, the works. Crowds of people? Check. Beer---beverage? I'm there. Generally, I think hanging around people just is a great thing, so I tend to do it. A lot. Nothing better than a chat with friends. I enjoy writing songs, too. I sing, if you haven't guessed. Er, even though you couldn't cuz I didn't say anything... but I do! I write and sing songs. I play quite a bit of intruments... but my favorite to play is the guitar. I have since I was old enough to hold and actually support it without falling with it, haha! Uhm. *jitters leg* What else... I like eating... food... obviously. Oh! *claps* You know what else? I love going to the movies and just getting the nachos. Like, two cartons of 'em. Me and my friends tear through that shit--takemushrooms like crazy. It's intense. We're intense. I like it. And, obviously, music. Music is the food of love. also like being reckless in everything. I once jumped from my roof doing a skateboard trick."and youíre still alive? your parents must have some pretty good insurance or a nifty lawyer. now that you got my attention again, tell me about all the things you avoid in life."I know. It's crazy. I should be dead, but I'm like a cat. Nine lives, man. Anyways. I totally don't like Nagativity. That's a definite. Like, you hate you're life. Good for you. Please don't make me hate mine, too. Because frankly, I love mine. I hate people who don't know how to walk in halls as well. You teachers and authoritive people need to do something about that. I am not enjoying slow walkers. Cats. I don't like them. Dogs? Yes. Cats? No. They're so independant. Idiots scare me. And. I hate trees. *gives a sure nod*"now that i know a little bit more about your precious self, go on and humor me some more. what kind of person are you, really? you know.. like when no one is watching or in general; i am not picky."Well, I like to think I'm a pretty decent guy. I get along fairly well with anyone I meet unless of course they're like, made of prickery. I enjoy company, so I'm all for large groups of people. The more to make laugh. I tend to be a bit of a dork, and usually end up falling all over myself. Sure, they're laughing at me, but at least I'm laughing along with them, right? It's cool. I don't overthink things. I don't like letting my brain linger on one thing that I know's gunna bother me. If I know it's gunna bring me down, then I won't bother with it. I'm very evasive of those nagative things. I just -- really don't like them. I'm kinda quiet if I'm not in my group, though. Don't get me wrong, I'm content and all, it's just -- when you're alone, it's different. I tend to keep to myself and let the excitment come to me if I don't know the people. Unless I'm grouped with them. Then it's different. I suppose I'm that cliche strong silent guy. *shrugs, trying to quell his rapidly moving hands* I'm a believer, by the way. Not of good, but most things. I believe in mind over matter. I believe in a lot of things. But out of all, I most believe in love. Freedom, beauty, truth and love. Those four things define our well being of life. So, it's good to be a believer. *grins dorkily*"hmm, you sure as hell are not afraid to point out your flaws, are you? that could either mean you are smart and know not to piss me off by not answering my questions or youíre just plain dumb and don't even know that i am watching your every move. kidding, again. did you catch it this time? was it funny?"oh. wow. you're mind is... genius. *laughs, quite unsure*"that was good! that was really good. †i am starting to like you. but let's say i had never seen you before and needed to pick you out of a class full of pupils; how would i recognize you?"The one with the crazy hair, sex me stare, annnnnd the belly. *pats his slightly yet not chubby belly* I eat a lot of take out. I'm about... six-one, annnnd I believe I now weigh, like, one hundred and seventy-nine pounds? Ugh. Wow. Diet. Anyways. My eyes are a pretty dark brown, so if I'm in a room of light eyed people? It'd be no challenge to point me out. *laughs* Uh... my shoes. I wear these red chucks, so that could be a good way to identify me. I wear normal if not tastefuller clothes just as anyone else... I really don't know how to describe myself. Wait! The one with the vests. I have a fascination for them. Like I do with chuck taylors. I have a collection of them. Anyway, just remember: light brown hair, brown eyes... chubby belly. *grins and pats his* "well, i can tell looks are not your strong point. but what is?"Ouch, man. *grabs his chest* I am VERY good looking. But my strong point? Definitely by stubbornness. I never give up something. Never. I fluent in a couple of languages... I'm easy to get along with, and I'm really loyal, so trust me -- I won't run off telling your secrets. I'm really passionate about the things I love. Speaking of love... that's the greatest strength I have. Love is like oxygen... Love is a many splendid thing, love lifts up where we belong, all you need is love."blimey! you could have fooled me. let me make a note of that. hold on just one second, will you? okay, i am good. continue."Really? Huh... Anyway, I'm not so good with work habits. Like, I study -- I do, I just don't get things in. I'm always in a rush, and I tend to knock people over. That's not good. I may listen to what people have to say... just not what teachers do. *makes a guilty face* I'm trying, though. And, if you haven't noticed: I swear. A lot. When I'm not supposed to. Yeaaah."woah. interesting. does your family know about all that? you do have a family, don't you? or maybe a guardian or rich uncle who sent you here. siblings that you could do without?"I do. Sorta. My dad lives here. He's a lawyer. I don't like him. Then my sister lives in Chicago, being a surgeon, like me mum. She lives there, too. My parents are split, by the way. And I don't see much of either of 'em. So... I see my sister a lot. The wonders of webcam. I have three dogs, Jessica, Sam and Dublin, then two rabbits that used to be Cammy's. Bunnicula and Bunnytron... Hello? Dude. Not cool."oops. sorry about that, i must have dozed off. i am sure you were great in.. what were we talking about? oh what the heck.. tell me how you got here, and don't say by car. i mean, tell me about your life."Well, I don't really need to tell you about how I was born, let alone made, and how normal my childhood was, because that's exactly how it was. Normal. It's not that exciting. Sure, I had an appendectomy and I broke a few bones, watched my parents split, my sister get sick, find out I'm diabetic, the usual. But the main events happen later. I was not a good kid after elementry. I turned to real rubbish. Smoking, driving recklassly, the whole shebang bad thing. I know, awful right? The school I was at before here was... was a reform school. I only had one smoke, though, I swear! Anyways, that happened, then I kind of got introuble with the law, and spent half of my sophmore year in jail. Sucks, right? It was over some stupid reason. My friend had given me something to hold onto, and it turned out to be stolen goods. Smooth, eh? Anyways. My parents weren't exactly pleased. Even though one's like, half way around the world. I'm surprised they weren't pleased. Usually they don't even care. *snorts* Anyway. So, I'm on a sort of house arrest. I'm allowed to go to school, I just can't leave the house when I get home. It sucks. Really does. I'm not exactly crying my eyes out though. So, bad track record. I'm a real good guy, though. Just.. the wrong people."ever considered writing a book? i think it would sell. we should talk about it some time later. anyway, yep, i think you'd fit in just fine. but where exactly do you think you'd belong?"Oh, thanks. Think it'd sell better than Twilight? *grins* Uhm. I'm definitely a music freak, so anything that would fit me along those lines. I'm a sixth year, by the way."once you tuition is paid and i set you free on campus what will you do? anything you are looking forward to?"Do you guys have battle of the bands? Basically, I'm just gunna give it my all. All of my all. Seriously. I'm going to work so hard, and I'll behave. I'll play my music and all that jazz."okay.. uhm.. maybe i made a mistake by accepting you, after all?"No way dude. Watch. I can bring a lot to the table. Ya gotta give me a chance. Like a seed. You need to give it water. Well, I'm that seed, and you're that water.."don't get so wound up, i was kidding. anyway, as fun as it was to talk to you and all that .. uhm.. i have places to go and people to see. we'll meet again, eh? i'll have my eyes on you."...oh! Man, you should consider stand up. Seriously. You'd be amazing. *grins, brow cocked* Thanks for meeting with me, Mr. Armstrong. You're a great guy. Really."
SO UNIMPRESSED BUT SO IN AWE.
SUCH A SAINT BUT SUCH A WHORE.
SO SELF AWARE SO FULL OF SHIT.
SO INDECISIVE SO ADAMANT.
welcome to 'bloomfield falls', my young friend. i am evan armstrong, dean of this school and the one person who can either make or break you. i am kidding of course; i suppose my humor might have gone unnoticed. it's your age, i don't blame you. still so innocent, aren't you? of course youíre not, i know your kind.
in order for us to determine whether you will fit in here or not i am going to ask you a few simple question. if you could just answer them as honestly as possible, that'd be great. before we begin go ahead and make yourself comfortable.
what the hell? don't you dare put your feet on my desk again, kiddo.
I AM CONTEMPLATING THINKING ABOUT THINKING.
she's been plotting since "sixteen [years]"
she's also the puppet master of "no one yet!"
but you can all me
, mr. sensitive *"
There was just something about them. Maybe because they were smarter than him, with all the books it stored on so many shelfs; stacked so high he sometimes had to get a stool despite his large frame. Or maybe it was because they were too quiet, something Wesley was foregin to. And all the rules. It was ridiculous. And what was up with catalouged books? Well, actually, he saw the reason in that, but still. Annoying none the less, unless you knew your shit something fierce and could find it as easily as the back of your hand.
Wesley sniffed, letting out a sound that could've been a sigh of congestion, and reached up to tug the ends of his Begg Scotland Cashmere Check scarf. His fingers fiddled with the frayed ends, whacking them against his chin softly as his green eyes followed the titles of the books above, his walk casual as he went down it. His innocent appearl of Michael Kors Cashmere Sweater and Standard Mercer dark indigo denim gave away the impression of docile, home-warm boy. But how wrong that was. His eyes got distracted with following the route of a fairly perky back-end, following it until it left possible vision line. A pout ushered his lips together, and he flicked the tips of his scarf again before ressurecting his focus to the books.
Why the fuck was he in here anyways? He snorted, and vanished from the room to another, though it was more a hall than a room. He sauntered down it, fingering the expensive and stolen scarf. No one could stop him when he got what he wanted. He turned into the room he adored most yet could hate so much, dark grin smothering his features.
"Hullo, Lokes!" The nickname never failed to tweak a nerve. It was well known. He wandered over to the control panel of the Demi-God's mansion, grabbing a seat in the wheely chair to face Loki, whom was stretched out on the bed. In what appeared to be sleep. He materialized a ball in his hand, and tossed it at the prone form. "Oi, wake up, you old twat. World's not gunna fuck itself up, y'know. You bastard. Do your job."
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