*, out and about (Lara)

[eric]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

2:30 PM
It was shortly after school and Eric found today to be like any other day in the past. Of course, in the back of his mind he missed home, but he had attended Kostine since his junior year. Back then those feelings of homesickness had been severe and he'd always find himself talking to his parents on the phone or emailing them just to know if they were doing okay. But now, it wasn't like that anymore, he felt like he's better off where he was now. Being separated from his strict ass parents allowed some breathing room for freedom to be born. This place was much different than what he was used to growing up in Dallas, Texas. The country of Ireland had such a serene atmosphere to it. It was natural and it mitigated a lot of the concrete jungle rush that became prominent in every day lives back home.

This academy was comprised of many different people of all backgrounds and beliefs. He made friends, usually with the ones whose skills focused on athletics, but he was the type of person who didn't mind hanging around with anyone. If you were cool to talk to and had respect, then that was more than better qualities to build upon. Eric had made friends and allies, but his situation in the relationship department left something to be desired. Granted, he had flings, but nothing as serious of a hookup compared to the one back in the states. He looked around and tried to find a girl, but no one really had the chemistry that he was yearning for. It's not like he lost any sleep over it, besides, the freedom of being single and being able to flirt around with anyone was priceless.

Today, as always, he'd go over to the field to chat it up with his friends. It'd be filled with people scattered all around, chatting, some throwing footballs while others ran, it was crowded but not overly so. His pals would often stand around in the grass, or sometimes they'd loiter around the bleachers; nevertheless it was a test of patience and eyesight to see if anyone who was included in the group would bother searching for the rest of their buddies. There was a pale overcast in the sky and Eric was the type who wanted to get up to date with the weather. So he brought his overcoat with him as he progressed through the day. He had some nagging thoughts at the back of his mind, usually it was the test that he needed to study for at the end of the week, but he always kept his issues with himself.

It wasn't healthy, but it was a social norm for men to bottle everything up and accept it. Besides, if he went soft his friends would mock and chastise him for being a pansy. That's just how it went. Because of his actions throughout school and his involvement in sports, people like him were often seen as the best of the best. The paragon model which everyone else had to emulate. But Eric didn't see himself to be like that. He just wanted people to be themselves and be happy about that. It was all too confusing and hypocritical, but he knew shattering his own reputation would be a foolish move. Stepping out into the green flatland, the brown haired senior spotted his group off to the side. A few waved out to him with false smiles while the others didn't seem to pay much attention.

"What's going on, guys?" He asked, briskly running up to them while he adjusted the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. "Oh, nothing. Same old same old." One of the guys said. It was a group of at least a half dozen plus change, most of the men were ruggedly fit and some of them had girlfriends. However in Eric's mind, they were more like trophies for them to show off. Smirking to himself, Rick shook the thought away from his head and to show the typical greeting sign of camaraderie, the teen gently knuckled his fists with each of his male friends. Standing around and talking like this eventually got boring, so Eric decided to excuse himself and walk around the field like a man lost in his own country. Except, this wasn't his country, he was just attending school here. With a football in hand, he continued to traipse about, lightly throwing the ball in the air and caught it each time. His eyes darted from one person to the next, but people seemed to be heading back, fearing rain might start to fall from the heavens.

TAGGED ! Lara
WORDS ! 785
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! Sometimes by Skillet
CREDIT ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! I hope this works out xD I usually write more, so I apologize in advance for the brevity lol

[larachekov]

we are broken - -

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All day Lara had been antsy. When she’d been in class her fingers had been tapping on the desk constantly as her feet tapped. A few times students nearby her had told her to stop. Once even a professor had threatened Lara with detention. When she wasn’t able to tap, she moved around constantly in her seat. She’d be seated one way, and then, five minutes later she’d move to another position. It happened to be one of those days when sitting still was just not an option. The longer Lara had to sit in class, the more anxious she became. She had no idea what was making her so antsy, she just knew she needed to move. During lunch Lara had had a banana, quickly, then gone for a quick run – hoping to release some of the energy built up inside of her. It was being to burst out. In the fifteen minutes she’d had, she ran two and a half miles. After she’d returned, just in time for philosophy, she’d been tired for about five minutes before the energy returned. Though she figured whatever the teacher was talking about was important, she couldn’t focus on the words. Lara focused on movement; moving, watching, twitching, tapping, writing, speaking. The settle the urge to write, Lara had scribbled for twenty or so minutes during a lecture. When the teacher had nodded approvingly at Lara, she figured that he’d thought she was taking notes. After that Lara had set her pencil back down and found something else to do to move.

As soon as school was over, Lara had raced to her room and changed into her running clothes, pulled her hair back, and left. As her roommate was entering their suite, Lara was leaving. With her iPod playing in her ear, she ran. It didn’t matter to her where she went as long as she was running. A mixture of music flooded her mind. One minute she would be listening to ‘The Arrival of the Birds’ by the Cinematic Orchestra, and the next something by The Doors would be blasting through her speakers. The music was appreciated though; it set Lara’s tempo as she ran. As the music sped up, her pace did too. It was wonderful and Lara felt relaxed. The pent up energy that had been killing her all day long was finally being released. While most people felt tired when they ran, Lara felt calm and happy. It was the same feeling she had when creating art, though running was a better way to get out energy. She looked around calmly as she passed through the forest, then ran down by the river, running through the garden, and passing by the fountains. The rest of the world didn’t really exist. All that mattered was Lara and the ground.

Lara didn’t know why she’d been so anxious and antsy since she’d returned to Kostine Academy. It bothered her that something was off because normally she was calmest and most at peace when she was at Kostine Academy, her real home. Though it wasn’t technically her real home, Lara felt safer there than at home; she always had. Though she still felt safe, she felt…off. It was supposed to be a happy time; everyone was returning from their summer holiday, they were happy to see their old friends and teachers, and the annual masquerade ball was arriving. Her freshman year, Lara had been wary of the ball seeing as she usually didn’t get dressed up, but it had turned out to be a lot of fun. Sophomore year, when Lara had actually known people, it was even better. Lara expected the ball to be even more wonderful her junior year; she half hoped someone would ask her to go with them – even if it was just as friends. It was always nice to have that person with her to spend time with if everyone else was too busy or didn’t have the time of day for her. If worse came to worse, Lara figured she could always go with Amber, if she didn’t have a date. The thought of finding a date made Lara shiver and change her train of thought rapidly.

Quickly, Lara was approaching the fields. Her head was pounding and her throat was burning, sending Lara the message that it was probably time to stop. She slowed her pace down until she was walking. As she walked around a football game, she checked her iPod to see how long she’d been running, and was surprised to find that it had been about forty-five minutes since she’d left her room. Lara smiled to herself as she paused to regain her breathe. As she looked around the field, she noticed a familiar face walking with a football. Her smile grew as she realized it was Eric. Careful to avoid the game of football and the kids heading back inside, Lara began to tiptoe over to her friend. His back was to her as she picked up her speed and attempted to jump on Eric, which ended up resulting in Lara tackling him. “Guess who?” Lara laughed. When they hit the ground she smiled apologetically, “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to tackle you, just jump on you.” Though she tried to hold the laughter back, she couldn’t. She should have known not to attempt jumping on him, typically she failed at that.

Status: complete
Words: 904
Muse: a medley of beatles
Tagged: ERIC!
Outfit: herre
Lyrics: We Are Broken - Paramore
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