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Post by maggie on Mar 16, 2011 22:04:05 GMT -5
w e p l a y p r e t e n d [/i][/size][/font]  you're just a c a n n i b a l - - - *a n d i ' m a f r a i d i w o n ' t g e t o u t a l i v e[/b] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Percy walked through the hallways of the school, he had a free period next, so he was just wandering the halls. Percy did that quite often, just wandering around. It was raining outside, and if he went out running he would have time to go back to his room to change into some dry clothes before class right after his free period. So he was left to wander.
Percy soon approached the staircases of the school, and stood there, staring at them for a bit. Should he wander upstairs? Or should he stick with it being down stairs? Percy was too lazy too make a decision, he just wanted to move. Move up the stairs? Or move to walk down the hallway? Percy began bouncing slightly as he tried to make a decision, he didn't want too. It was his free period, why should he think right now.
Percy was behaving childishly right now, but for the moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was whether or not he would go upstairs or stay downstairs. What a conflict.
That's when an idea struck him. He was being insanely childish today, and only on days such as those would he ever think of doing this. Percy bounded up the stairs quickly, a wicked grin on his face. There was joy shining in his brown eyes, the ones that were crinkled at the sides with laugh lines. Was he too young to have laugh lines? Maybe, but that didn't stop him from having them.
Once reaching the top, Percy looked around to make sure he was alone, and sat down on the stairs railing. Percy straddled the railing, facing forward and prepared to jump if necessary. Then, he shoved off, and he began to fly down the railing with his hair blowing back out of his face. He was having fun. And fun was meant to be having, if one wasn't being reckless.
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Post by quasi on Mar 18, 2011 19:31:37 GMT -5
 
Knowing no one was around was a good feeling. Quinn walked down the hall, anxious to get out. Knowing this school as well as she did, she knew that most students had class, and she could manuver through the halls herself. And it was raining. So no roof today. She sighed at the thought, now jogging as she passed doors and lockers.
The stairs seemed like a good plan. She could sit at the top, hoping that no one would find her. She hurried toward the door and pushed it open, contemplating her decision. She turned at the sound of footsteps, and as a teacher passed, Quinn hung her head and slunk into the stairwell, pushing herself against a wall and slipping down it, feeling her heart pound in her chest.
Most people made her nervous. She wanted to get over this. But she was ugly. Not many people wanted ugly friends. They wanted gorgeous movie star looking friends. Like that Faye girl. She got a lot of attention. The little ginger was scared of her. Her and that Eloise girl. She was mean. And really scary. Quinn avoided her at all costs.
She heard a noise and she jumped, falling over onto the cold floor. Her big blue eyes darted around, on alert for the noise. She stood and brushed the dirt off her clothes, feeling anxious all over agian. She looked up and could hear the faint sound of someone sliding on the railing. Quinn panicked. What should she do? Run? Hide? She didn't know where to run, and there was no where to hide. The noise got closer and the small girl's heart rate rose.
She saw Percy and her eyes widened. He looked like he was having fun. Quinn backed against the wall, her eyes big as she watched. If only she had the guts to do that, she would. "Uh...uhm...uh..." She said, shocked that she even had the courage to speak to someone other than her friends and Frollo.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, percy
they’re all, three hundred and thirty eight
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ whoo.”
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Post by maggie on Mar 19, 2011 23:27:06 GMT -5
w e p l a y p r e t e n d [/i][/size][/font] you're just a c a n n i b a l - - - *a n d i ' m a f r a i d i w o n ' t g e t o u t a l i v e[/b] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Percy liked having fun. And fun was worth having, especially when one was inside and there was a perfectly good stairwell to be used. Percy laughed as he slipped down the railing, and loved the feeling. He couldn't help but feel like he was flying, a feeling he loved, the force of the wind was pushing against him, causing his clothes to flutter around him as he sped down the stairs. As he made his way to the bottom of the stairs, something orange caught Percy's peripheral. He wasn't as alone as he believed.
As he was approaching the bottom of the stairs, Percy got ready to jump. He needed to jump off quickly, because if he didn't, and he suddenly stopped at the bottom, Percy would be very very hurt. And in the future, there would be no little Percy's running around. Percy kicked off the railway, and went flying into the air. As Percy braced his feet for landing, glad that he wore his Tennis shoes instead of his flip flops. He landed gracefully, making a small thud as he landed.
Percy grinned at the newcomer, who was sitting against the door, stuttering and stammering. "Hi," he said, grinning at the girl. He recognized her, a tiny little freshman. Her name was Quinn or something along those lines. She was a shy little thing, and tiny. Percy would have overlooked her entirely had it not been for her bright orange hair. It wasn't her fault though, Percy was sometimes a bit oblivious to people.
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Post by quasi on Mar 23, 2011 11:42:52 GMT -5
Sliding down the stairwell sounded quite fun. But it terrified Quinn. Not the sliding part, or the heights, because both of those things were the fun. But the idea of getting caught. She wished she could do it, and the redhead debated doing it another time, when she knew she wouldn’t get caught. The older boy’s laugh made her nervous, but also encouraged this fun idea. It sounded fabulous. The fun of his laughter. Not the boy himself, not that he wasn’t cute, but, he was older.
The older boy flew as he jumped. Quinn backed as close to the wall as possible, and watched, eyes big. She watched his tennis shoes hit the ground with a thud, and she blinked, entranced by the vision. He grinned at her, and she felt herself blush. Hi he said. He spoke to her. Didn’t spit, didn’t say anything mean, not a thing. Quinn stood, regaining the balance in her converse clad feet.
”Uhm, well, uh....hi.” She managed to respond, running a hand through her ginger mane. Her blue eyes scanned the older boy. A junior, it seemed. A deliciae, his name...it started with a P. Or something in that section of the alphabet. ”I--I, uhm...I’m....Quinn.” The freshman said, stringing together another sentence.
Her blue eyes connected with Percy’s, all the while her mind freaking out. Did he think she was ugly? He grinned at her. Mean or nice? He seemed okay, but she still felt a panic rise in her chest. Why did she have to come here? ”W---What’s...your name?” She managed for the third time. Quinn obviously just found some courage somewhere in her teeny tiny body. And she was really, very, truly grateful for that.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, percy
they’re all, three hundred.
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ whoo.”
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