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Post by charity on Mar 4, 2008 17:30:40 GMT -5
Stupid.
Loud.
Idiotic.
Retarded.
Simpleton.
Charity rolled her eyes as she passed by various excitable people. Opening the door to the library she seemed to bask in the silence that it was and the air about her also seemed to lighten up. Adjusting her messenger bag she made her way to the back of the middle aisle, knowing that this was the one that rarely any people went through. Sitting on the ground she opened up her bag and pulled out a Jane Austen book and began to read. As she read Charity rested her back against the wall and sat with her legs stretched out infront of her. Ah, this was the life. Peace and quiet with a nice romantic story, it was of course all that she needed. If only every day could be as quiet as it was right in that moment.
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Mar 4, 2008 17:56:38 GMT -5
my tender H E A R T tends to start to B L E E D !
Delaney also seemed to love the silence provided by the library. She seemed to be hanging out a lot more there lately. Today, she sat in a squishy chair in the corner with a magazine in her hands. Her legs were folded underneath her and she had a small smile on her face, Teen Vogue in her hands. She heard footsteps and looked up to see a famaliar face. A girl she knew to be older than she, but it didn't matter, for they were both Drama FREAAKKKSSSS and no matter how old, they could always speak to and count on their own kind. They were the only people who understood it all. She set the magazine down on the table in front of her, as the girl sat down. She decided to forget her bag, and walk over. She sat down next to the girl, she'd talked to her a few times before but they weren't friends outside of drama rehersals and drama club meetings. She looked up at her, "Hey Charity." |
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Post by charity on Mar 4, 2008 18:04:36 GMT -5
Charity closed her book sharply, getting ready to bitch at whoever was talking to her... but quickly stopped herself as she realized it was Delaney. "Uh, hey," she said in her usual quiet tone seeming a bit surprised. She had talked to the girl a few times and so far she hadn't done anything to bother her, atleast not yet. Awkwardly she looked down at her book then back at Delaney, "Are you also here for the... quiet?" she whispered to Delaney in attempts to make plesant conversation. Charity was a perfect people person, atleast when she wanted to be.
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Mar 4, 2008 18:13:45 GMT -5
Delaney was slightly startled by Charity abrubtly slamming her book closed, and jumped slightly. She put her hand over her heart as her chest heaved lightly, she was easlity scared. That happened once backstage at rehersal when someone dropped a set piece, and she screamed "HOLY %^&*" really loud and the audience heard. Not her best tecchie moment... She smiled as Charity greeted her, waving slightly with the hand that had been on her now normally moving chest. "Yeah, lately I've been here for that. Avoiding my friends a little. I'm really lucky I found you, I'm bored out of my head over there... I've read that magazine four times, I think. It gets boring eventually..." |
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Post by charity on Mar 6, 2008 18:34:58 GMT -5
"I understand," Charity said a little sharply, like a school teacher and then sighed a few minutes later. Delaney was a nice girl, why was she trying to find fault with her too? Just some excuse not to talk to the girl would be nice... no! Rubbing her eyes with the back of her palm Charity looked at Delaney, trying to be a little personable "If you read something over and over in the same day it will for sure get boring, try waiting a week and then reading it again...,"
Could you sound any more stupid?
I'm trying to be nice okay! I can't help it.
She frowned and looked at Delaney a little awkwardly, not really knowing what to say she moved her attention to the front page of her book.
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