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Post by aurelie rush ! on Jul 9, 2009 8:54:17 GMT
aurelie at the disco ?! ------------------------------------------ OPEN, 877, CANTEEN, OUTFIT, FOOD, FRONT ROW - METRIC. ------------------------------------------ chronic confrontation,
psychic conversation.Assuming the stance of a stork standing on one leg, Aurelie Rush attempted to balance a stack of heavy books in one hand while she shifted the position of her camera which was hung around her neck, almost strangling her because of the precarious position the books were in, in her arms. She knew for a fact that sometime in the (very, very) near future the books would fall and cause a loud crash on the floor of the library. This would, she had no doubt, earn her a telling off from the sultry librarian and a few stares from the other students who seemed to be 'studying' - they probably weren't, but wanted to let others know that they 'were'. This wouldn't be so bad if she was anyone but herself, so you can just about imagine the embarrassment it would cause the small, girl if it actually did happen. Although, she practically never went a day without being embarrassed at least twice in one day so you could say that she'd be used to it by now. But Aurelie wasn't, in fact she kind of hated it and wished that she wasn't as clumsy as she was.
Still trying to balance the books, Aurelie struggled a little and shifted the position of her camera once more before losing her footing and stumbling forwards. The books automatically emptied her hands, her camera twisted around her neck and bumped into her chest. There was a loud crash and a pause between that and the time where Aurelie squealed. It was a late reaction, but that's the blonde for you. As expected, the librarian appeared and started to give the seventeen year old a good telling off about dropping the library books and make a loud noise. Apparently it wasn't 'acceptable' and she should 'be ashamed of herself for doing so.' The freshman couldn't help but shake her head a little, she felt her cheeks flush and her head lowered to the floor. Her hands shook slightly and she chewed on the inside of her lower lip, waiting until the librarian was finished with her little stint of her favourite past-time; tell Aurelie Rush off, for accidental incidents.
Once the embarrassment was over, the red head bent down to pick up all the books and just shoved them onto the nearest table - people were looking at her and she didn't do staring people. Keeping her head low, Aurelie rushed out of the library, leaving the books on the table, and to her locker. It wouldn't have been so bad if there had been only three people in the library, but it was bad because there had been a lot more than just three people, plus a few teachers and someone that she didn't recognise. Shaking her head and allowing her long, red hair to cascade over her shoulder and obscure her face from others, Aurelie carried on walking until she reached her locker. Stopping, she placed her hand on the lock and twisted it a couple of times before it clicked and opened. Taking the camera from around her neck, she placed it carefully into the hanging camera bag and zipped it up. Taking a hair piece from the pack attached to the side of the locker, Aurelie quickly pulled her hair into a neat, yet messy pony tail and tucked her bangs behind her ears.
Closing the locker door, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her skinny jeans and started to wander around the school, not noticing that there were people milling around the hallways and filling it up. It was a crowd, a big crowd, but it dispersed quickly by people filling up empty classrooms. Aurelie didn't notice however, she simply carried on walking and walking until her feet hit concrete ground and she felt a slight breeze on her pale face. Looking up slightly, Aurelie turned her head to the side and then to the other side. "Odd..." she mumbled to herself when she saw that there was hardly anyone around. Shrugging her shoulders, she carried on walking and headed on over to the canteen - the place she liked to go to find silence and eat food.
Unfortunately, Aurelie, as usual, wasn't looking where she was going and so ended up; first, walking into something soft, stumbling forwards and then she was on the ground. A slight scream escaped her mouth when she fell, her eyes closed and her hands were thrown out to the side to break her fall. However, she felt hardly any pain and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a tangle of limbs with someone. "Ahh, s-s-sorry!" she mumbled, attempting to get out of the human mess, but to no avail. Looking up at the ceiling and around the canteen, Aurelie saw that there were a couple of other people in there. Gulping, the red head untangled herself carefully and moved over to the pile of trays and picked one up. Ignoring the stares from students, she picked out her breakfast and went to find a table to sit at. One at the very back of the canteen.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 20, 2009 17:29:04 GMT
Before we packed our bags, And left all this behind us in the dust, We had a place that we could call home, And a life no one could touch. Being new, wasn't always a good thing. He hated being away from his home. The first few nights he spent at this school, where mostly either, reading or running. He tried everything to get his mind off of being away from home. God, he hated being this far away from his loved ones. He hadn't eaten in three days or even slept in four. It was terrible. He wanted to go home, but also wanted to show these punks how to play some real hockey.
Don’t hold me up now, I can stand my own ground, I don’t need your help now, You will let me down, down, down! He was told by a few of the other seniors that he would get over his home sickness. But he needed to eat something. He was liked by a few people already, having made a few friends at hockey practice. They had brought him to a place, which was basically like a Cafeteria. The funny thing was this was Australia, and Ian was wearing a pair of jeans, and a long sleeved hockey jersey with the Dallas Stars logo and name across his broad chest. Just one of the many jerseys he had with him, 1 out of about 25.
He usually was not one to eat breakfast. Brown hues moving across the line of food where everyone was picking from with utensils and being careful not to use their hands. His own hands left the pockets. Much like the girl about to make contact with, he was not paying attention. He was busy trying to assess what was on the menu for this morning. He would only feel her smack into his chest. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, he usually did not fall when hit, but he was caught off guard.
As he stood up with the girl he would smile and only say, "S'okay..." He watched her only for a few moments, noticing her cheeks turning a light shade of red. A sign of embarrassment. He turned and saw about 10 people watching, others had already turned to enjoy their food or continue what they where doing. Dusting himself off his eyes caught the girl moving to the back of the seating area.
So open your eyes child, Let’s be on our way. Broken windows and ashes. Are guiding the way. After he finished gathering his food onto a plate, his eyes searched for the girl once more, seeing her still at the back table. He knew what it was like to be embarrassed. Falling on your ass during a big hockey game, or getting knocked out by one punch during a fight was always embarrassing to him. The black and white chucks carried him to the table," Seat taken?" He gestured to the empty chair across from her. He did not wait for permission, but just sat the tray down and sat down, " You alright? Kind of a nasty fall we both took back there." He asked as he unwrapped the silverware he retrieved from the line, and placed them down on the tray, looking back up at her.
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Post by aurelie rush ! on Jul 20, 2009 18:07:11 GMT
aurelie at the disco ?!------------------------------------------ IAN, 550, CANTEEN, OUTFIT, FOOD, FRONT ROW - METRIC. ------------------------------------------ chronic confrontation,
psychic conversation.As was per usual with her rut, Aurelie Rush did not stop to compensate the male she had just slammed her fragile body into, she did not offer her name or even look him in the eyes as she stood. Merely muttering a hurried apology before making like her name and 'Rush'ing off to find herself a table out of the way of people's leering gazes and childish snickers at her sudden downfall. Clearly, as was also evident by her flushed cheeks, she was embarrassed to no end and disliked all the unwanted attention that had just been thrust upon herself, through all the fault in the world of her own. Aurelie, at this moment in time, would like nothing more than to hide under a rock for the rest of eternity right now, or at the very least until all of it blew over their heads.
After she had stood and brushed herself down, creating more stares from bystanders who seemed to find the whole 'play' funny to an extent, the red head vaguely heard the male accept her apology for slamming into him as she did, but was far too eager to get out of the way to reply. Instead she meandered across the canteen and seated herself down at the table, looking down; pointedly, at the tray of food she had swiped before crossing over there. Normally she wasn't one to eat breakfast but she was terribly hungry at the moment and figured that something to eat would be a good idea. Especially after last nights fiasco. Biting down on her lower lip, Aurelie put one hand under the table and pressed it lightly against her side - the bruise hadn't gone down yet!
Her mind raced back to the other night. The arguement between herself and Mitchell; it had been over something incredibly stupid, he had started it, of course. The talking in serious tones had been raised up several notches to shouting and yelling, a few curse words and derogatory degrades here and there, but it had then pretty much escalated into a physical fight. Aurelie the weaker opponent - of course. For several hours she had actually thought he'd broken a few of her ribs, now though she thought he'd cracked a couple. After the previous fall a few moments ago, the red head's side was now burning with a deep desire to kick her in the gut and stop her breathing. However, a voice pulled her from this little rut and she looked up into the eyes of Ian.
He'd asked her if the seat was taken. She'd shaken her head, indicating that it was not, so he took a seat and she continued to look at her food. Then he'd asked her if she was okay. Would she lie and say that she was fine when she clearly was not? Would she just avoid the question completely? Or would she find a way around the question and answer him with honesty, but not full honesty? Deliberating for several moments, Aurelie came to the decision that she'd simply answer honestly, but not fully. It wasn't in her nature to lie.
"I'm," she started, looking up at the male. "fine." she breathed through gritted teeth as her ribcage caused her absolutely unnecessary pain. "Just a little, erm, embarrassed."
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 20, 2009 18:37:43 GMT
Eyes moved over her small form as he watched her reactions. Eyes moved to her arm, then her plate as he fixed his food slowly. He could tell she was favoring that side. It was just a way she sat. He could tell something was wrong," You sure?" He asked with a slightly worried look on his face, like he had accidentally hurt her. He never really meant to hurt her. But she had actually landed on him, so there was no way she could have been hurt by him. Possibly a previous wound sustained?
Eyes wondered over her for a few moments before he would wipe his hand with the napkin that wrapped his silverware," Names Ian." He extended his hand towards her, deliberately on the site he thought was hurt, to see if she was really favoring that side. He always worried about other than himself. He did not care about himself, as long as others where alright.
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Post by aurelie rush ! on Jul 20, 2009 21:32:49 GMT
aurelie at the disco ?!------------------------------------------ IAN, 234, CANTEEN, OUTFIT, FOOD, FRONT ROW - METRIC. ------------------------------------------ chronic confrontation,
psychic conversation.Under watchful eyes, she knew, a certain male sat across from her was assessing her ability to move one side of her body. Or maybe he was checking her out. The latter seemed a little stupid to her; it wasn't like there was anything there to stare at. Mentally shaking her head, Aurelie twitched her nose to one side and nodded her head in response to him wanting to confirm that she was okay. Falling on his had rendered her temporarily speechless at the moment, mind you she was almost always speechless because it was rare for her to talk to people that she didn't know well.
With dazzling green eyes she watched the male before her as he picked up his napkin and wiped his hands, she lowered them down to her tray of breakfast food and bit the inside of her lip. He spoke again, telling her that his name was 'Ian.' Aurelie nodded and saw, out of the corner of her eye, that he had extended his hand out to her. For some reason she felt as though he'd held out that hand in a deliberate fashion; as though to confirm some sort of suspicion that she was hurt, on that side. A few moments passed before she opened her mouth and slowly extended her hand out. "Aurelie." Her accent was French mixed with the Southern one she picked up in the band.
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THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE
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