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Post by zeke on Nov 30, 2009 4:21:54 GMT -5
i dream days away, butTHAT'S OKAY. IT'S LIKE I WANT TO HEAR A SILENT SOUND. ABSOLUTELY ANYONE , 710 WORDS , CLOTHING , COMPLETE
with no more classes for the day and with an entire afternoon to kill before his shift, Zeke was busily trying to find something to occupy his time. There was only so much the junior could think of doing to occupy his time. He was almost tempted to call his brother and see what was going on. Zeke had been worried about Tristan lately, especially after loaning him six hundred dollars. Zeke wasn't complaining about it. The younger Degilio had needed it and as the older sibling, it was Zeke's job to take care of things. It was a responsibility he took very seriously. He was a very protective person and would do anything he could to keep his loved ones from harm. That was one of his many positive traits. He wanted to keep people safe, as well as keep them happy. Hell, the first thing he had done after Tristan told him the problem was crack a joke. There was no better medication than laughter, at least in his opinion. Zeke took it upon himself to make his friends and family laugh. His patient was usually his brother, as Tristan was one of the most depressed people he knew. It was sad really, as Tristan used to be such a happy kid. The brothers had shared so many good memories. Zeke thought back fondly on them as he walked through the campus, looking for something to do or someone who could hold his attention.
anyone strutting around campus would wonder why the older Degilio was still single. In fact, it was something Zeke often wondered himself. He wasn't an asshole, he wasn't a player and he wasn't a liar. He was a protective guy, friendly and funny. He was sweet and new the importance of respecting women. He had never been the type to push or manipulate a woman into doing what he wanted them to do. Even when he had gone through his sleeping around phase, if his partner did not want to progress, he would accept the decision and back off. His ex-girlfriend had taught him the importance of respecting females. She had been emotionally and physically abused and it had taken a lot for Zeke to push past that. They had talked about it and he had seen just how much damage it could do. He wasn't about to cause a girl the same damage, so hew as respectful. He would never raise a hand to a woman, he would never raise his voice at one and he would never let his anger get the best of him. He was very controlled and he knew when the best times to have a painful discussion was. He was a very tactful guy, almost to the point of people confusing his sexuality. Zeke was all man and all straight. He had just learned his lesson, unlike his peers. While they were seeking a quick fuck, he was listening and learning what women wanted.
coming to the courtyard, Zeke decided to chill outside. It was rather warm for a November day, so it was perfect. Besides, there weren't too many people lingering, so she decided to make the best of it. He found a bench and he settled himself on it. His hands slid into his pockets, keeping them warm as he watched people bustling along, most moving quickly to a next class. Zeke almost wished he had another class, just so he would be amused. After a few moments, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and mindless began to text some friends, finding out what they were doing. He was wondering if Kyle was busy. Zeke felt sorry for the guy. It must have been hard dealing with a girl who was pregnant with his kid. Zeke was just thanking god it wasn't him. Well, it couldn't be him. He hadn't slept around in a while and when he did, he always wore a condom. It was better safe than sorry and right now, Zeke was sure Kyle was wishing that he had adopted the same mentality. After finishing a text, he yawned and sank his phone back into his pocket. God he was so bored. This was going to be one very slow afternoon. Damn it.
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Post by monet gemma wilson on Nov 30, 2009 20:11:13 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -JUST STARING AT THE SURFACEWHEN ALL THE WALLS HAVE TENDENCIES, BUT IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Ah, the courtyard of Yale. Monet would have been in such a better mood if her work load was not taking over her life. She, too, was done with classes for the day, but the poor girl was so stressed out that she had no idea what to do with herself. She always felt like she was rushing to and from places, especially considering the holiday season that was coming up, and still she had yet to do half of her shopping for it. There weren't many people that she was necessarily shopping for, but the ones that she was shopping for had the pickiest taste in presents, making it so much more difficult. Monet wasn't one to ask someone outright what they wanted for Christmas, because then the surprise of it would all be ruined, since that person would know exactly what they were going to get. There was no fun in that, so she didn't do it. She based it off how well she knew a person and what they liked, and then she found something that fit the criteria without being too out of bounds, especially for her taste. It could be considered selfish, but she knew these people well, so it wasn't exactly. Monet was starting to wish she could enjoy the beauty of the outdoors on the campus more, but it was getting more and more difficult, especially with upcoming exams. She was a top student in her course, or so she hoped, and thus the girl shouldn't have had much to worry about, but she was a perfectionist and way too much of an overachiever. Anything below an A- was a bad thing to this girl, so she worked her butt off.
Today, though, was a day that she could cool off for a few minutes and enjoy herself. Not cool off literally, but figuratively. It was chilly outside, and the girl had forgotten a coat, so she was just wearing a thin, nautical striped shirt which could hardly keep and animal warm, let alone a human being with much less hair on their body. She was practically power-walking down the sidewalk like those old woman do, you know, the ones with the wide, swinging arms and the heavy breathing that somehow think they are getting exercise by doing that. Monet, on the other hand, didn't need any exercise. She was in shape from soccer, along with the fact that she was tiny, albeit tall. The shirt she wore didn't even cling to her body, and her jeans weren't super skinny like they would be on anyone with bigger thighs than she had. Her boots could be heard all across the courtyard, or so she thought, as they seemed loud to her ears. Her mind was telling her to slow down, and for once, she followed it. Immediately she relaxed, hands dropping to her sides and her walking becoming like a normal college students. A little lazy, but also a little rushed, if that was possible. It just seemed rushed, because to everyone, college students had to be getting places, whether it be classes, to their boyfriends, or to their dorms. There was never a time they stopped moving, even if they were sleeping. Or at least Monet didn't.
She spotted a bench, not noticing the boy who was already sitting on it. To be honest, the girl hardly noticed anyone nowadays, instead just being absorbed in her own mind and her own thoughts. It wasn't a good thing, but that was how she was. Mean and lonely. The mean side of her was just to cover up the fact that she had been back-stabbed so many times. And to hide the fact that she really was vulnerable. She reached the bench, in time to finally notice the other boy sitting there, and then she sat down, thunking her bag on the grass and putting her head in her hands, blonde hair sliding through her fingers and around them. She was stressed, and it was obvious. It was taking over her whole life. One wouldn't think that a major like theatre studies would take a person over, but the students in it also had to take regular classes as well. Yale's theatre program was intense, too. There was no escaping that. She turned her head, looking at the boy sitting on the bench next to her. Monet tried to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace, considering the situation right at the moment. "Sorry for intruding, I guess. Just way too stressed." Yeah, her tone wasn't exactly the nicest, but atleast she said something instead of completely ignoring him, like she would have done practically anyone else, unless they had, for some reason, completely caught her off guard and vulnerable. She raised her head up, running a hand through her straight hair, green eyes looking around the campus and taking in all the students who had so much time on their hands. Oh, how nice it would be to be like them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: FINISHED
TAGGED: ZEKE
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LYRICS: NOW THE ONE YOU ONCED LOVED IS LEAVING - LYDIA
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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