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Post by keith gray on Nov 9, 2009 17:29:11 GMT
five pm on a friday. why was he wandering the school corridors? he could just be in his dorm, practising some acoustic, or electric, or bass, guitar, or writing some songs, or even doing homework. but no, he was out and about in the corridors of starlight academy. seriously, why? the blonde haired boy could easily be doing something else rather than hanging around in his dorm. he could be out riding his thoroughbred horse, ciaran.
this fifteen year old blonde haired boy was keith gray, middle name 'velis'. he had either hazel or brown eyes, it depended on the lighting. right now he had hazel eyes, leaning over to green. he had a slim, but muscular, build, and he had a height of five foot ten inches. he was a good lookin' jock, like most of them, and not as dumb as... a few of them. he was quite intelligent, actually.
today keith was clad in dark blue jeans (no, not skinny, you emos) with a black tshirt, short sleeve. over his torso he wore a beige cream jacket, with a buckle on one of the collars. he liked this outfit, quite a bit actually. it was one of his more casual looks... like most of his clothes.
daydreaming a little, thinking about lyrics for a song, keith never caught sight of the person who, too, seemed to be deep in thought, and he bumped into them. he would have knocked them down to the floor if he hadn't caught them quickly by the shoulders. he had good, quick reactions... most of the time. they tended to slow down a little over a bit of an overdose of drugs (something he kept secret from most people).
blinking a couple of times, keith looked at the person, pulling his hands away from their shoulders. he blinked again, looking at the person before saying, "sorry about that," in his scottish accent as he looked over the person, trying to recognize them, and, well, take in their features.
ooc __ meh. i didn't really know what to put for this xD
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 10, 2009 19:31:43 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
   I am me.
You are you.
We're different to each other.
But there's no line between us...
I was walking down the corridors, daydreaming like the idiot I was. At this time, almost nobody was out so I thought I wouldn't walk into anyone or anything. I was thinking about chocolate, and which one was best, was it galaxy, dairy milk, milka, milky way, milky bar or whatever... I decided it was galaxy, smooth taste, smooth texture... Wow. Thinking about a galaxy made me want galaxy right now! But you can't get everything you want, as I learned from my 13 year history.
You guessed it I was a 13 year old freshman. Elite. Just started out here, and I moved from England just to come to this one school... Well... There were other things but I wasn't going to bore myself thinking about my depressing past, the future is what matters now! Then, thinking about the future it led me on to thinking about music and singing, I wanted to be famous when I left school, a famous pop star. How cool would that be? I wondered how the famous celebrities now were getting on. Cheryl Cole, Fergie, Katy Perry or Lady Gaga. I hated Lady Gaga (supposedly the man), and I wasn't really struck on Katy Perry either but... You know.
The sudden knock took my by surprise, I gasped and got ready to feel pain on the back of my head, but it never came. Am I dead? I thought to myself, then another part of me said, Open your eyes you idiot! I slowly opened my eyes to find someone holding me by my shoulders, staring down at me and blinking. I froze for a moment, I didn't know what to say. This was the jock/burnout/emo person I heard about! He was a year 10/junior and he supposedly took drugs... I also heard he smoked. I don't think he had taken drugs in a while, though, because he had quick reactions.
"Th-Thank you." I said, standing back up on my own two feet and brushing myself down.
I was wearing white vest top and a white skirt, I had leggings on and some black dolly shoes. I was also wearing a black cardigan as well, I was kinda going black and white today but before you think anything, I am not a goth or emo! Elites are allowed to wear black and white too you know...
"Sorry for crashing into you," I apologized, "I should have watched where I was going rather than daydreaming."
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Post by keith gray on Nov 10, 2009 23:25:57 GMT
keith blinked a few times, letting go of the female as she stood back up on her own feet and starting to brush herself down. he looked away at her thanks, and merely shrugged and said, "it's no problem." he glanced back at her, noticing that she was one inch taller and so he stepped back slightly. he raised an eyebrow, watching the blonde haired girl brush down her leggings, skirt and whatnot. keith sighed, looking away again, before hearing an apology. he rolled his eyes, looking back around at her.
"and i'm sorry about crashing into you. i tend to get locked away in my thoughts so i don't realise where i'm going..." the fifteen year old shrugged a little, wondering who she was. he'd seen her around a few times but didn't know her name. perhaps he'd better ask her?
"i'm keith," pause, then he continued, "and you are...?" the year ten blinked, hoping that he wouldn't go on a moodswing and get a bit flirty. ugh, it was a curse for a male to have moodswings, as it sometimes made them a little... feminine. last time he got a bit flirty, keith locked himself in his room for a week, and that was three, maybe four years ago, and it still made him embarrassed to this day!
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 11, 2009 16:33:15 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
Wow.
I was right.
There is no line between us.
Now I just gotta stay calm and be casual...
I knew then that I was OK talking to Keith. He just told me his name, and asked me what my name was. I didn't know what to say, yes, I wasn't that blonde that I forgot my name, it was just that he was dark and mysterious, I found it... Sexy... Almost. I let out a sigh-laugh and held my hands behind my back before I spoke.
"Ya, my name is Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzy if you want. I don't really care." I looked behind me just to check if anyone was there, we were alone, which was good. I don't want this posted all over the internet.
I'd met a few people today, first, I met Sabrina, then I met Jay, and now I'd met Keith. They were all juniors. I think I'm the youngest one in school. I turned my attention back to the person in front of me and smiled, it was a bit of an awkward moment, like it was awkward how we'd met too. I was that small, I fell, almost. I would have fallen if I hadn't been caught, but I had and I was very grateful for it. ooc ;;i tend to talk about crap when i don't know what to say, and yes, my charrie thinks keith is dark and mysterious, and smexy. xD |
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Post by keith gray on Nov 12, 2009 16:13:12 GMT
it seemed to take awhile for the other person to answer, keith waited patiently, hearing a sighing laugh. elizabeth? wasn't she an elite...? she probably was, because of her beauty and the fact that her clothes looked designer, or expensive. meh. perhaps i will call her lizzy, or liz. it shortens her name a bit, so... keith shrugged to himself before casting a glance to the side, seeing a place on the wall that had no lockers in front. slowly he moved himself and settled against the wall, leaning his back against it with his feet around fifteen inches from the solid wall.
"so..." attempts of conversation may fail, "why are you out in the corridors anyway? i'm just..." shoot, what was that word? cautious? no, that was way. um. keith stood there a moment, a small annoyed glint in his eyes before the word returned back from his mind. "i'm just curious."
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 12, 2009 16:55:53 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare,
Either way I,
Don't wanna wake up from you,
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare,
Somebody pinch me,
Your love's too good to be true.
Why was I out in the corridors? That made me think... Why was I out in the corridors at this time? I had no classes or anything, I wasn't exactly meeting up with anyone. I wasn't up to something, I can't remember what I was doing actually. I bit my lip, trying to think, I had said 'um' aloud twice or maybe more. I looked up, I was so short, I wondered what it was like from Keith's point of view... He was leaning on a wall was I boring him or what? Time to talk.
"I was just going for a walk... Nothing special." I said casually, "What about you? Why are you out?"
Keith was probably out for the same reason as me. Just having a walk, but he must have been having a lot more fun than me. Getting lost in your thoughts is sometimes boring, you know, when you have nothing to think about? What next? I wondered. |
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Post by keith gray on Nov 12, 2009 17:53:34 GMT
"what about you? why are you out?"
keith blinked, a small smile flickering on his face. just as expected, the blonde had asked the question back at him. he shrugged a little, not knowing exactly why he was out, but he did have a few ideas why. "i was thinking of song lyrics, and i guess i wanted some inspiration so i went for a wander," that was definitely true. his inspiration had been running low nowadays and he was usually out and about, just looking for something that will help him write a song.
well poetry could be counted as songs. and it was definitely a bit easier than lyricwork... except keith wasn't too fond of writing poems, haha.
"you're a year eight, aren't you?" the blonde male asked suddenly, blinking a few times. he had seen her a couple of times in freshman, or year eight, lessons while he had a free period...
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 13, 2009 16:58:53 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
I like music,
You like music,
You know what?
You're like my other half.
I smiled at Keith excitedly, I loved music, especially if the lyrics were good. I had a talent with singing, dancing and acting, especially the singing and acting bit. Dancing came up third.
"Do you write the music with the lyrics?" I asked, and then added, "The thing is, I love music and singing and dancing... I love it all, and yeah, I am year 8 or freshman, whatever you want to call it, I don't mind."
Keith was someone who I could get on well with, he might be 2 years older than me, but that means nothing to me now. There were rumours that he was a bisexual, but I didn't believe that, and I was beginning to doubt if he smoked or took drugs. He seemed way to nice to do them kind of things. ooc ;;short and sweet, i don't know what to put again |
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Post by keith gray on Nov 13, 2009 18:37:05 GMT
he blinked a few times, taking note of that excited smile on elizabeth's face. he shifted a bit against the wall, moving his feet closer to it. keith then looked directly at the blonde girl again, waiting for her to finish speaking. so she was a year eight. the jock tilted his slightly before answering, "yeah, i write the music to go along with it, though sometimes i find it hard to find a sort of tempo and whatnot for the music," keith looked away, his gaze fixed on a male regular as he walked, sort of quickly, down the corridor. i must say he's quite good looking... keith thought to himself as the regular disappeared around the corner, and so he looked back at elizabeth, blinking, just wondering on what to say.
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 13, 2009 19:00:49 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
No.
No way.
You're not joking, are you?
Don't tell me you're gay?
I noticed Keith looking away from me, so curiously I followed his gaze to see a regular walking about, and disappearing through to the next corridor... My heart sank, questions suddenly flooding my thoughts. Was he gay? Was he bisexual? Did he like that guy? Was he interested in me? Did he even care about me? Did he think I was stupid not to realize? Why didn't he tell me..?
"Wh - You - I...?" I struggled to find something to say, my cheeks burned bright red as if someone had slapped me across the face, it certainly felt like it, and I try so hard, "Is there something you want to tell me, Keith?"
I was talking through clenched teeth, my hands shaking, I looked like I was going to punch someone - to kill someone even... I felt like a fool. This had surprisingly infuriated me. |
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Post by keith gray on Nov 13, 2009 21:46:18 GMT
at the sound of liz's voice, keith's eyes flickered to the side before back at her, and he blinked. she seemed to be struggling to say something. he could see her cheeks were reddening, and a small, barely noticeable smirk came upon his face when he realised what she meant. something he wasn't telling her? well there were rumours. the blonde raised an eyebrow at elizabeth before saying;
"those rumours about me are true. i am bisexual, and i do smoke-" well he wasn't gonna tell her that he took drugs yet; just let her find out herself, "-and it's probably best that you know i find quite a few people attractive." the jock blinked at elizabeth before looking away, biting his lip. why was he telling her this? when they got talking keith just immediately trusted her. why? he didn't really want to tell her all this. eh... keith did find elizabeth quite pretty, and the next thing that would happen is probably him telling her that she was beautiful.
...hopefully that won't happen for a while.
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 14, 2009 10:07:19 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
Um...
Right...
I want to walk away.
I want to go and cry.
But my eyes and feet won't let me.
I was shocked, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I could hardly even blink! All these things I believed weren't true actually are true! I could have cried there and then, but my eyes wouldn't allow me to. I wished I'd never come here, into the corridors, I wished I'd have paid attention and not bumped into Keith... But then I wouldn't have spoken to him, I wouldn't have met him... I suddenly couldn't bare it. I turned away, probably the drugs rumour was true too, my legs felt like jelly when I tried to walk.
I was run down by this whole thing. I told myself to go back to my dorm, and I started moving without another word. Surely I'll get there in one piece, without a fall, without a crash... The corridor was very long though, and we were just past standing in the middle, and I had to go the long way round.
I started feeling dizzy after the second door, my mind was spinning, my sight was fading, I had to stop walking I tried to look back to see if Keith was still there and with a gasp, I fell and hit my head.
I had fainted.
ooc ;;you see this is what happens when you surprise Elizabeth, she faints! also I wanted to spice up the whole goings on here. the talking was just 'humph' xD woo me! |
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Post by keith gray on Nov 14, 2009 16:47:20 GMT
as he looked back at her after a moment, he noticed that she was just completely frozen. the jock frowned, watching her for a moment, and he could see that she was slightly struggling to move, or something along those lines. he saw her turn away, and noticed that she was able to walk. the blonde male said nothing or did anything. elizabeth was heading down the corridor, and then she had looked back at him, her eyes sort of blank and dull and faded. "...i almost expected her to start having a fit..." the scottish teenager murmured to himself when the elite fell to the floor. immediately he started towards her, before crouching down beside her.
"dammit, what do i do..." there were a couple of ideas going through his mind. one, take her back to her dorm. the drawback of that was that he didn't know where her dorm was. two, wait here with her until she came around. that may take a while and a couple of students could come down here and see them. three, take elizabeth back to his dorm. eehh. she might wake up and start freaking out. not to mention she might think that keith'd rape her. the blonde haired jock twitched, thinking that the third option would be best, but the second one was a good idea too...
which option should he pick?!
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 15, 2009 19:08:47 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
The strangest thing about fainting
Is that you can hear their voice,
I could picture his face,
It was almost like sleeping,
Dreaming,
But worse.
I wondered what was going on. I could hear Keith's voice asking himself what to do. I wanted to say 'Just take me somewhere else', but I couldn't speak or move... Properly. The tips of my fingers, and my toes twitched a little, and although I couldn't see, I could picture Keith's face. My head felt like it was throbbing, I didn't feel very well at all.
So he didn't just walk away, but I thought he might as well have done, he didn't care about much else but how boys looked, and himself... Well that's what I thought. Maybe I was just being dramatic after all the shock and humiliation.
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Post by keith gray on Nov 16, 2009 16:12:51 GMT
"ugh, i'll just have to take her to my dorm... hopefully she won't... get the wrong idea," keith mumbled to himself, furrowing his eyebrows a little as he slid his arms under elizabeth's body. quickly, he stood up, picking the girl off the floor. whoa, she was light. must have been just over six stone. the blonde male twitched, glancing around the corridor with his now light hazel eyes. no one. that was probably... good?
biting his lip and looking down at liz's face, he shifted her a bit before heading down the corridor, in the direction of the dorms. he was quite lucky there weren't many people out and about now, otherwise this, keith carrying elizabeth, would become news and people would take it the wrong way. gah... the jock glanced down at elizabeth, and she seemed to still be unconscious. great, great. if she just woke up now he could just put her down and just guide her to her room (in case something happened.. again) before going on to his. ugh.
now he was outside his dorm. how did he get here so quickly? he glanced around, feeling a bit smug that no one had caught sight of him carrying the girl (not that it was a bad thing). gently, keith set the elite on the floor, against the wall before taking a key out of his pocket, and putting it into the lock, then turning the key. he opened his door, placing the key back in his pocket, before picking the blonde female up again and taking her into his dorm. i hope she won't get the wrong ideaaa...
[ooc; who startin'? it makes sense for me to start but eh. if you start keith would have put elizabeth on the spare bed~] |
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