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Post by uni on Jul 18, 2011 1:31:29 GMT -5
It was her first year being in a school such as this. She had just transferred from a normal, public school to come were she belonged. Or so she was told my her parents. They had taken her out of that school not to long after that little incident happened in her life. Gypsy didn't care what those people thought about her leaving that school, they were nothing more then bugs that would die off sooner or later. Shaking her head lightly she stared down at the bag that lay by her feet. It was about time for her to head to the yearbook room and get settled in. Even though she had been here no more then a few weeks she had already gotten into two different clubs, a track team as a sprinter and the vice president of the yearbook club. It was a change for the usually distant Gypsy. Not to say that she didn't keep everyone at arms length. She could still hear the voice of a girl just a few days before saying that she looked like a hurt animal, did she really look like that? No, she was stronger then she was that time. She was much stronger and much smarter. What happen would never happen to her again. Gypsy would make sure of that no matter the cost.
A small tap near her caused her to break out of her trance of staring at the bag by her feet. How long had she being sitting out in the courtyard of this school? No matter, reaching down she wrapped her fingers around the strap of the bag and tossed it over her shoulder. Making sure that it was nice and safe before she headed off toward the club room. She knew what she looked like to other people around her, wearing a nice pair of black shorts it showed off her tan skin. After all it was such a nice day so people should be wearing that type of clothing, so why did this young girl have on a very long sleeve black and white stripped shirt? Now that she would never tell anyone around her, not even her mother.
Stepping into the building she made her way quickly up the stairs to the third floor. Found the room that she was use to seeing already, reaching her hand up she gentle gave it a small push. Glad to see that some of the other members were already here. Not yet that but a few she had not seen since coming here. So they were the seniors that didn't show up for a few weeks. How lazy was all she thought before sinking into a chair closer to the door.
----Canyon
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 18, 2011 10:56:53 GMT -5
He was always early to these kinds of things. Even before the incident, when he had a life with a girl he loved, he always made sure to be punctual. Though, she was always in the same clubs he was in so he could always drag her in with him. Now, it wasn’t rare to see him alone. It wasn’t that he was distancing himself from the rest of the school. He was actually one of the most social of butterflies there was. He did his best to befriend everyone he found. He just… He didn’t know. There was something missing in his life and it was very obvious. Anyone that knew him well and attended the school last year knew exactly what he was missing.
He sighed in boredom as he waited for the computer lab to fill with the club members. He was the second person to arrive, the actual president being first. Because the other sat at the computer at the very front of the classroom, Canyon decided it wouldn’t kill him to sit in the first row of computers at the one smack dab in the middle. He would be surrounded by people that way. At least when the club started, he would be. Now he was just alone, spinning a black ink pen around his fingers like some baton twirler. He couldn’t sit still. It was nearly impossible. He was always doing something.
People watching being one of those things. As each member entered, he offered them a friendly smile. Canyon was probably the tallest in his class and even when he was leaning back in his chair, his mess of hair, light eyes, and wide smile could always be seen above the monitor. Though, with his short attention span, his gaze hardly ever lasted on one person for too long. Save for the new vice president of Yearbook club. Gypsy Blackhorn. This was her first year at Sabal Private High and Canyon couldn’t help to wonder where she had come from since her attire was not one that should be in Florida. He had never seen someone wear long sleeves in this sweltering heat. Still, he offered her a smile as she walked into the room and watched her find a seat.
His head tipped to the side curiously. There was… There was something about her that just seemed a tad bit… off. Not that she was weird or creepy or a freak or anything. She just looked like she had a story. Was it her eyes? He knew her attire had something to do with it. He only knew one other girl that wore jackets and long sleeves in this kind of heat… Was it this that made him get up and find a chair closer to hers? Quietly he sank into a chair beside her just as the president was starting to talk. That same friendly smile still clung to his mouth as he whispered a quiet greeting. “Hey, have I properly introduced myself? I’m Canyon.” Though his intentions were completely innocent, it probably looked as if he wanted to hook up with the girl.
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Post by uni on Jul 18, 2011 15:32:16 GMT -5
It didn't take her long to notice that a member actually got up from were he was sitting to move closer to her. Her whole body stiffened from the action but she made no move to even turn her head. She didn't want to deal with someone at this time of day, actually she wanted nothing more then to sit by herself take notes and then speak to the president after like she did for the past few days. It was nice that the other club members had agreed to allow her to be the vice president, she had thought they would have picked someone who had been here a tad bit longer. But the vote according to the president had been over whelming so she could not not agree with it. She had been ignore him for some time now, hopping that he would again move from that sit and go back to were he belonged.
She could see the faces of the others as they turned around to stare at the younger male, it was like they were shocked about him sitting next to her. Gypsy knew that she was a bit out of being normal, she was not like the people who sat here, who didn't seem to have a care in the world. So when the social butterfly next to her decided to turn and speak she could feel her peaceful world shatter. This was not something that she wanted to deal with at this time. Being around people, speaking to people. She was just not ready for it.
But she could feel her head turn to the side to stare at him. Bright brown eyes started to shift into slits that of a cat. "I am sorry but, please leave me alone" was all she said to that nice greeting that was given. Turning her eyes away from him she stared at the president who was speaking to them, pulling out her pen she gentle started to write in her book. She didn't feel the pull of her shirt on her arm, she didn't know that small cuts could be seen by others until she tore her eyes from the president to her arm.
Without making a sound she wrapped her hand around her shirt and pulled the selves down roughly. Knowing that she noticed before the person next to her had seen them, or at least she hopped. Being pitied by people would cause her to hate them more, there was no reason for them to even think of it.
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 18, 2011 18:00:15 GMT -5
No, Canyon didn’t miss the fact that the girl had stiffened to the point of becoming a plank of wood in her seat when he had moved closer. He just chose to ignore it. This was her first year here and he knew how hard it was to make new friends. Especially if someone was ripped away from their lives in such a late year at high school. But it was because she was new Canyon was attempting to befriend her. It was hard to be alone and, even if she did have friends, another one wouldn’t hurt. Though, from her reaction he didn’t really suspect she was the as social as she appeared to be.
Unfortunately for Canyon, he was a determined and persistent thing. He’s never let one cold reaction stop him from attempting to achieve some sort of peace or friendship. Though, no one’s ever really reacted that… cold… to the senior. The tall male raised his hands in defense and leaned back in his chair as he made sure to scoot an inch or two away from her. He couldn’t afford to forget about personal space with this chick. That was exactly why he just leaned against the desk in front of him, arms folded behind the keyboard to his computer. The ink pen was tucked behind his ear and that smile still clung to his lips. His friendly gaze was still focused on Gypsy – despite the president’s silent warning. He wasn’t done, not yet.
However, as the president continued to speak about the club’s mini-project, Canyon snapped to attention. “We will be running little stories to practice designing pages for the yearbook on the computer. One of the stories will be over room 213…”
Oh, he’s heard all the rumors of that room. And they pissed him off. They’ve turned something, something, something… Horribly tragic into a joke. His jaw tightened and that smile was completely wiped clean from his mouth. He doubted there was a single soul in this room that didn’t know what exactly had happened, and he doubted there wasn’t a single gaze locked on him at that precise moment. It was no secret that he had a deep connection to those rumors. To that room.
To that girl…
He hadn’t even realized people were still talking until he heard his name rise above everyone else. What? His cold gaze sought out just who had said it as they volunteered him to work on that story. Slowly, his gaze swooped to the president. His expression became vacant of emotion and with an unwavering voice he said, “I’ll work on it if she,” his gaze flickered to Gypsy, “does as well…”
She was probably the only one that hasn’t heard the warped tales of that room.
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Post by uni on Jul 18, 2011 23:07:28 GMT -5
Is it bad of her if she was happy that the other backed away. Not only did he back away but he even put his hands up in defeat. She was happy that she had finally gotten through to him, or at least she thought she did. But all he did was lean back in his chair for a moment or two before leaning against the desk in front of him. Making sure to tuck the pen he had placed behind his ears. That stupid smile that Gypsy really was beginning to hate still clinging to his lips and that stupid 'I am so friendly' look graced his eyes. She could feel him staring at her as she stared at the president.
Only when he spoke a room did Gypsy see from the corner of her eye a reaction. That smile slipped from his lips ever so quickly which means that the room held some type of meaning to him. And then he was like a different person someone that was cold and distant, much like Gypsy which surprised her slightly. So even a social butterfly had secrets that should not be told? She had just about smiled out of pure joy before he spoke to th president. Stating that he would do it if she did it with him. So shocked she was that her pen dropped from her hand, shooting up to a standing position she knocked the chair into the desk loudly.
Wonderful idea Canyon, it will give time for Gypsy to get to know the school. she didn't know who was more shocked her, or the people around them. "W-wait..." she started to say reaching out a hand as if she could stop it from going anywhere from here. "I can't do it...I mean...you...know...uhhh..." she didn't want to be on a story like this with him, he was just to...friendly. To fake for her taste if you asked her. But the way the president looked it already seemed that the decision was made for both of them. With a small sigh she let her body sink to the chair once more. "I will do it" came her grumble.
She was not in the mood for this, staying low was something that she really wanted but being near him was just going to ruin it all.
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 18, 2011 23:43:39 GMT -5
His gaze dropped to the keys on the keyboard as the girl stood up. She obviously didn’t want to be working on this with him, but he really, really, really couldn’t stand to do this alone. The thoughts that have been floating around in his mind have been enough to chill his spine. He just… This was not a topic that he could be left with alone. It was selfish of him to drag the poor girl into this but… It was a split-second decision. It was just one of the many things he did without really thinking.
He… felt a little hurt that she refused the notion blatantly. It was ridiculous for him to be upset over it since he hardly knew the girl. Maybe it was the idea that he had forced her into something that she didn’t want. He guessed if she honestly didn’t want to be around him, she’d let her leave him to do the project alone… The idea made him bite his bottom lip.
Gradually, he risked a glance up at the girl. Everyone had agreed that it would be a good idea for her to work with him on the report for room 213. If she didn’t know the story, she will soon enough… But he’ll make sure she hears the fairytale. Not the joke that exploits the girl that used to reside in the unlucky room. He’ll make sure she hears the full story of a broken girl and not the twisted tale of a psychotic emo.
Carefully, Canyon pulled the pen from behind his ear and started to twirl it around his fingers. His demeanor still hasn’t returned to the normally upbeat, broad shouldered teddy bear. He still looked a little… On edge. Nervously, he licked his lips and leaned toward the other. He was going to make her a promise: “I promise after this project, if you still want me to leave you alone, I will…” His voice was nothing but a quiet, hopeful whisper.
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Post by uni on Jul 20, 2011 12:03:05 GMT -5
Gypsy could tell that she had hurt the boy beside her when he leaned over and whispered to her about leaving her alone after finishing this project with him. She could also tell that something was seriously wrong with him and this topic, which meant that he was connected in a way to that room and the stories that surrounded it. Her dark eyes stared at him for a few seconds after he spoke to her. She knew that she was coming off as bitchy, and distant. Who knew maybe this kid was actually really nice but she had thought that way before and look what had happened to her? Placing her elbow on the desk she gentle leaned her head against the palm of her hand. Still saying nothing she thought it over.
With a small sigh she rubbed her head with her hand before sitting up in her chair. "Alright Canyon" she began to tell him. She knew that she felt bad for having to agree with this just for that reason but she wanted a peaceful little life in this school. Or rather she wanted to keep on such the down low that no one knew her. Moving her eyes away from him she stared at the president as he finished with his speech. It wasn't long before people started to gather their things and leave the club room, after all they all had things to do. But she was surprised to see how they whispered and glanced at Canyon.
It confirmed what she already seemed to know, he really did have something to do with that room. And she was about to find out the story from him sooner or later. By how he was acting she could tell that it was going to be an emotional one for him. But she will save him from having to talk about it, she wasn't going to put him in such a state. That would mean they were getting closer, opening up was one of those things that friends did.
Reaching for her notebook she gentle shut it before picking it up and slipped it into her bag. Staying in her seat she turned toward him, gentle crossing her arms over her chest. "So how would you like to do this? I can do the story if you have a emotional problem with it...."
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 20, 2011 14:59:40 GMT -5
He just silently watched as everyone left to go work on the projects they had been assigned. Reluctantly, Gypsy had agreed to work on this little thing with him and it made him feel a bit more… at peace. He wasn’t exactly sure how they were going to go along with this. He wasn’t even sure what all he’d tell her. It was obvious that he had some connection to the story but did she knew just how deeply it ran? Canyon… Wasn’t even sure if he wanted to admit to what really happened anymore. God, what did that idiot have to volunteer him for this? Did they not know what he was going through? Of course not… Because it was supposed to be a joke, right? Right?
It was anything but.
Only after everyone had left did he return his attention to his partner. He had missed pretty much all she had said, lost in his own thoughts. White teeth chewed on his pale lip in contemplation as he thought about the perfect story to honor December. Though his gaze was transfixed on her, they didn’t seem focused on anything at all. It was as if he had slipped off the planet as he thought about it… What did she love most in the world other than the only friend she had?
Romance… Absently, he tapped the pen against the edge of the desk. She loved romance and romance novels… She loved pictures and the hearts and English… She loved to write and to draw. She loved Shakespeare… Romance…
“I think we should do something themed with Romeo and Juliet,” he said quietly, light eyes suddenly focusing on her, “We’ll need a few pictures, too.” It… kind of was a Romeo and Juliet story… Two people, young and in love, fighting the world to be together. Though, the family rivalry certainly wasn’t part of it… And only one lovebird died… It still felt right. He didn’t want to make this a joke. Romeo and Juliet were one of the most famous and tragic love stories that have come to be known. And this tale was as tragic as it could get.
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