-- she's so cold

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they call the rising sun

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Blake was exhausted. He'd spent the whole day in class, then studying. If today wasn't a long day, then he didn't know what was. He never wanted to get out of the classroom more than he did today, he ran out of there so fast, he left skid marks. Engineering wasn't the easiest course, and Blake, being as proud as he was, decided to opt for it instead of something easier. He was good at his course, but he was a perfectionist when it came to his work. He would never give it in unless it was perfect, and anything less than that was a fail for him. It might have been a little extreme, but it was the only way he knew how. His parents were the same.

Blake walked out of the classroom with his books in hand. It was a long day, yet he wasn't going back to his dorm, not now. He had a few errands to run before that, and he knew that he'd pass out the moment he got home. Blake couldn't allow himself to do that just yet. He walked towards his car and with a ridiculous amount of books in two hands, he attempted to get his car keys out of his pocket though as soon as he tried, the books fell from his hands and onto the floor. Some loose papers trailed away, yet he did his best to catch them. He cursed to himself and shook his head. Today just wasn't his day, then again, it was hardly ever his day at Yale. Everything was just so different, he was still finding it hard to adjust after three years.

Three years. That's how long he'd lived in New Haven. His parents decided to move when he was seventeen, forcing him to finish off his second year at Sixth Form, or Senior year in the US there. He didn't mind, save for the fact that he missed his friends. Blake never found it hard to make new ones though, and he was aware of that, which is why he didn't make such a big deal out of moving. He thought that six months would pass and he'd be back in England, hopefully attending Oxford or Cambridge. For some reason, nothing went as planned and he was forced to attend Yale by his parents, who had even forced him to sign up. Of course, he wanted to be in England but his parents didn't allow it. Now, after three years, Blake was still finding it harder than he expected, and England was no longer a reality.

Blake snapped back to reality and began picking up his books. "Bullocks." He muttered with a thick British accent through gritted teeth as he saw more of his papers fly out in towards the center of the parking lot. He fumbled for his books, the last thing he needed was for them to be stolen, or lost. The amounts of notes he had written down or scribbled on those precious books was priceless. His own notes helped him pass, and losing them now meant failure, and no trips to England. He couldn't afford that right now. He missed it, and he missed everyone there. Things just weren't going well for him in New Haven, and even though Yale was a beautiful school, he still felt quite alone.

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TAG; Anastasia!
WORDS; 693
OUTFIT; click here
LYRICS; the house of the rising sun by the rolling stones
NOTES; (:

[anastasia erin fielding]

baby, are you down? *
BLAKE . 682 WORDS . AFTER SCHOOL HOURS . CLOTHES . DONE
( YAY FOR THESE TWO. (: )
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College was exhausting, that part was evident to anybody. Mentally and physically tiring to almost every student. Anastasia was not one lucky enough to escape from that reality. She was feeling very drained; on most days, after she was done with lessons, Anna had to rush off to work at The Palace restaurant for a couple of hours. Afterwards, there was always homework and assignments to complete, causing her to sleep in the wee hours of the morning before a new day begins. She didn’t have the privilege of having working parents who feed their children; well, not while Anastasia’s in New Haven and her mother in England anyway. Anastasia filled up her stomach by working at the Chinese restaurant on most nights of the week and even then, things were difficult for the nineteen year old. She struggled to make ends meet – the girl hated it, but at times she had to live off her friends. Anastasia had always been an independent person; but one can only go so far in life without anyone else’s aid, right? Nevertheless, Anastasia was a strong-willed girl; she had survived many hardships and Anna always possessed the motivation to go on facing the troubles she face.

The freshman was done with her classes for the day. Typically, Anastasia walked out of the dormitory building and towards the parking structure, before heading out of the premises to go to work. And as usual, she had her iPod switched on as she shuffled her way quickly. Anastasia ran her fingers through her black-dyed pixie-cut hair. If Anna was lucky, she would be able to head out of school without anyone or sniggering or dropping snide comments at her. Anastasia had grown numb towards all these gossiping and whispering; she’d been living with it for so many years it’s a wonder why Anna hadn’t chosen to drop out of school yet. Well, perhaps school was the only reason she had to escape from home. Her father definitely wouldn’t find her during school hours; well, at least he hadn’t tried that yet before Anna left home. She missed home and especially her mother; that much was true. Anna’s mother had called her several times and each time Anna wished she could be back home. But the reality was that both Anna and her mother knew there was no good in coming home while Anna’s father was still around.

At that moment though, Anastasia’s thoughts were interrupted when a piece of paper smacked her arm. On normal circumstances, the girl would scowl and just walk away. However, when she looked up, Anna noticed a distressed Blake and she only assumed that those pieces of paper belonged to him. She scurried to pick up the notes around her, before quietly walking up to him. Anastasia walked up to Blake and reached her arm out to return his notes. Anna contemplated on walking away right after her friend took it, but who wouldn’t say hi to Blake? Anastasia removed her headphones and switched off her iPod, before looking up at Blake. “You need a bag,”

[/color] she mumbled, a small smile forming on her face. That was pretty typical of Anastasia; mumbling through what little things she had to say and rarely smiling much. After a short moment of silence, the girl added quietly, “You look flustered.”[/color] In all honesty, Anastasia is not the kind of person who would start any conversation. However, it was a little different with Blake.

The first few times they met, Anastasia felt that it was comforting to know a fellow Englishman who was enrolled in Yale. Undoubtedly, they were able to click better and it was even more comforting to learn that Blake showed some care and concern towards her. It was something Anastasia didn’t realise she needed until he came around. It had only been about two to three months since they first got to know each other, but Anastasia would dare say that Blake was one of her closest friends. And well, for Anna to admit something like that, Blake should really consider himself lucky.
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[tilly]

they call the rising sun

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AND IT'S BEEN THE RUIN OF MANY A POOR BOY
AND GOD I KNOW I'M ONE[/color][/font][/center]

It wasn't Blake's best day and it was quite obvious why. College wasn't the easiest part of anyone's education and Blake still had trouble adjusting from the system in England, to this. It had been four years, but he was still struggling. Of course, he got some help from his parents. They gave him his allowance, which was quite a lot. He needed it, and it wasn't as though he saw them very often. He lived in his own dorm, and not with them. His siblings did, but Blake moved out quite a while ago. He wanted to be independent, but he always found himself running back to his parents when he needed it. His parents were well-off and they always helped him out, thankfully.

Blake wasn't spoilt. He might've been rich, which is how he managed to afford the tuition fee, but his parents barely ever gave him what he wanted. Hell, if he got what he wanted, he would've had a Porsche for a car instead of the Volvo he drove around in; and he would've been in England. He missed it, and he missed everyone but his parents were stubborn and the moment they wanted something, no one would stand in the way. They wouldn't allow him to leave to finish his education off in England. They believed that the family had to stay together, which Blake didn't think made sense, seeing as he never saw them anyway. He was far too busy working and studying. And in his free time, the last thing he wanted to do was see his parents.

Blake still held a grudge against them, and in his opinion, for good reason. His brothers were the same. He preferred to hang out with his friends instead. He loved them to death, especially the ones he'd made since he moved. There weren't too many, but there were a few he cared about like they were part of his family. At that, he looked up and saw Anastasia. He smiled and took the paper. "Thanks." He grabbed the pile of papers and closed them into his book. That was the last of it, thankfully. He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I know." He frowned. He picked up his keys, and opened the car. He stuffed his books inside and closed the car door again.

Blake shook his head. "Bad day." He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. It was a bad day, big time, but he was glad Anna was here. She was a good friend of his, and the fact that she hailed from England made him feel almost at home. It was hard to find an English student, at Yale. He thought he was pretty much alone on that one but the fact that he could relate made things so much easier. She was two years younger but that didn't bother Blake at all. He was glad to be able to call her a close friend and he did consider himself lucky. Very much so. "Where are you off to?" He asked curiously. Not that he was possessive or anything, but it was something he did often with Anna. He was quite protective of her since she was two years younger than him. It was to be expected from someone who had a big family, and was the eldest apart from his parents.

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TAG; Anastasia!
WORDS; 696
OUTFIT; click here
LYRICS; house of the rising sun by the rolling stones
NOTES; (:

[anastasia erin fielding]

baby, are you down? *
BLAKE . 683 WORDS . AFTER SCHOOL HOURS . CLOTHES . DONE
( I TOOK FOREVER, I'M SORRY. )
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Anastasia had always believed that her life could not get any worse than her peers. The narrow-minded girl wondered why some of her friends often lament about not getting what they want. Most often, Anastasia would scowl at them; she rarely had anything go her way in the very first place. She had never asked to be abused by her father, never asked to be ostracised by her schoolmates; but the girl still continued on without a sigh, didn’t she? Indeed, she missed her mother but Anastasia knew there was no way she was going back home. Anna didn’t understand – why were her parents still together? How was it possible that her mother went to the extent of paying Anastasia’s school fees behind her husband’s back? She didn’t like questioning about her parents too much – Anna would rather sweep her family issues under the rug. Whatever’s under the rug will only grow, she knew, but there was little that Anna could do except watch someone break his neck.

Anastasia saw a brother in Blake. She was an only child and would probably never understand the bond siblings shared, but Anna figured that the relationship she shared with Blake was the closest thing to family around here. Anastasia leaned casually against his Volvo, watching him carelessly packing his books in the car. She smiled at Blake’s annoyed expression. “Everyone has their days,”

[/color] Anna commented with a small shrug. Personally, Anastasia felt as though she only had good days – all others were simply varying degrees of bad. Of course, it really wouldn’t be the case if Anastasia had more optimism but she probably wasn’t made for it anyway. Blake … he made Anastasia look at things slightly differently. Sure, he often asked about her plans but his brotherly actions provided a lot of comfort. She was not used to being shown so much concern, so this was most definitely a pleasant surprise for Anna. She would not normally allow anyone to baby her or anything close to that but Blake made it look so effortless and sincere; Anastasia could never be more grateful towards him.

“I’ve got to go to work,”[/color] Anastasia replied unenthusiastically. She hated working at The Palace; the girl didn’t even like Chinese food. She honestly didn’t know why she had picked to work at the restaurant day in and day out. No, wait, she did have a reason – for the money. Of course the pay wasn’t sky high, but at the moment it was enough to fill her stomach. Anastasia didn’t like being too dependent on people; even when her friends offer to pay for her lunch, Anastasia knew better than to easily accept it. Anna had acknowledged the fact that coming to Yale was not going to be easy, thus she always gave her one hundred percent to make ends meet.

“I’m so tired,”[/color] Anastasia sighed, as she ran her fingers through her black pixie-cut hair. It was rare that Anna expressed herself like that, but the girl didn’t like to bottle up her feelings too much either. Juggling both school and work every week was starting to push the freshman beyond her limits and it was only a matter of time before she falls off the cliff. Nevertheless, was not going to let her own laments and complaints get in the way. She stood up and away from Blake’s Volvo and stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I’ll live through the day,”[/color] Anna added, attempting to put on an enthusiastic face but failing miserably at it as always. “I always do.”[/color] Anastasia had always been a believer in the saying, ‘If there’s a will, there’s a way.’ She was strong-willed and had her sights set far, even when the going gets tough. Well, maybe except for today. “Blake, can you send me there today? I mean, if you’re not busy,”[/color] she asked with a tiny, sheepish grin definitely embarrassed by her own request. “I .. don’t feel like walking.”[/color] Well, in all honesty she didn’t quite have the energy to do so, but Blake didn’t need to know that.
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