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Post by keith gray on Nov 19, 2009 17:32:23 GMT
dorm . 55 [keith's dorm]
slowly he walked over to the spare bed, setting elizabeth on the bed. when he looked directly at her face, the blonde jock almost jumped back in surprise. there was the crimson liquid trail going down her face. blood. keith felt his nose twitch, but he merely turned around and went to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a wet flannel in his hands. he went back over to the bed, now noticing several tears coming from lizzie's eyes. once again his nose twitched as he knelt down beside the bed, gently pressing the flannel on elizabeth's head where the blood was trickling from. he only put a little bit of pressure on it, not enough to hurt her a lot, just a bit.
well. now he was stuck playing nurse. brilliant.
"ugh... i hope she comes about soon..." keith murmured to himself, glancing towards his wardrobe, which was where he usually shoved all his music gear. he sighed, looking back at elizabeth, nose twitching once again.
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 19, 2009 19:51:15 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
   Someone once told me that you have to choose,
What you win or lose,
You can't have everything,
Don't you take chances,
You might feel the pain,
Don't you love in vain,
'Cause love won't set you free...
After a while my eyes flickered open. Everything was so blurry and I could hardly see, just shadows and lights around the room. My head was pounding and something wet was dabbing at my face. I winced a bit when it stung me but I didn't complain. Keith was muttering to himself. He obviously didn't like me that much at all. Well... That's what I thought. I groaned at my aches and pains but I wouldn't fuss too much... But it really hurt when I fell.
Each time he dabbed my head it became more painful. My sight was returning and I could make out Keith's face from the annoying blur, I reached up and grabbed his wrist so he wouldn't get me again.
"P- Please don't hurt me..." I whispered, "What happened? Where am I?"
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Post by keith gray on Nov 19, 2009 20:30:27 GMT
he was almost dropping asleep, and almost jumped backwards, on his knees, when he suddenly felt a hand around his wrist. keith blinked a few times, pulling the flannel away from elizabeth's head as much as he could. then she whispered, and keith had to move forwards a little bit to hear what she was saying. he rolled his eyes, and spoke back to her, managing to get her hand off his wrist as he spoke.
"you're in my dorm... you fainted, and i carried you back here," the jock paused and then added quietly, "you can trust me you know. i won't hurt you. why should i?" he pulled away a bit, before standing up, raising his eyebrow at lizzie for a moment before he turned away and went back to the bathroom, throwing the flannel at the laundry basket. he returned to elizabeth after a minute, looking down on her with hazel eyes. "how do you feel," keith spoke quietly, barely a questioning tone to his scottish accent, though just a bit.
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 19, 2009 22:04:11 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge,
My feet run out of ground.
I wanna find my place,
I wanna hear my sound,
Don't care about all the pain in front of me,
'Cause I'm just tryna be happy, ya.
He put my hand off his wrist. I know when I'm not wanted. I sighed again and pushed myself up, the blood rushed to my head and I became dizzy... But I pushed myself a bit too hard. I rolled my eyes and swung myself around to get off the bed.
"I'm not that great but I know when I'm not wanted." I hissed.
I hated every bit of this. I didn't feel welcome and well... It kinda upset me, knowing someone hated me this much. I slowly lowered myself off the bed and glared, concentrating hard. I gasped and found myself about to fall. Not again!
ooc ;;*hinthint* *coughcough* catch her *cough* |
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Post by keith gray on Nov 21, 2009 10:36:01 GMT
a growl from keith followed the hiss from elizabeth. he stood up straight, watching as the blonde girl lowered herself off the bed, a small barely noticeable smirk on his face. as soon as lizzie was about to fall, the jock caught her by the shoulders, gentley moving her back onto the bed.
"i think it's best you stay here... at least until you're better," keith spoke quietly, which was just about his normal tone of voice. he lowered her onto the bed before crossing his arms and looking at elizabeth.
"you do realise that i do want you," a pause, then, "not in a sexual way, or something, right now." keith rolled his eyes, glancing to the side before back at the blonde haired girl.
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 21, 2009 11:19:19 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
Well if you don't want me to go,
Why are you being so mean to me?
It's not exactly normal...
I sighed and closed my eyes, thinking hard about what he just said. It didn't make sense. If he wanted me to stay, then why was he being so mean? Why did he keep rolling his eyes at me? When I opened my eyes again, I was a bit frustrated.
"I really don't understand you." I said, looking down, "If you want me to stay then why do you keep being so mean? Why do you roll your eyes at whatever I do or say?"
It was upsetting me a little, but I didn't show it. Then he would roll his eyes if I let him know. I sighed again and put my hand where I hit my head - it was still bleeding... Ouch.
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Post by keith gray on Nov 21, 2009 17:34:57 GMT
he nodded to himself a bit, watching elizabeth close her eyes. he turned around, arms crossed, staring across the room to his bed and the various pictures of his horse. oh, he loved ciaran, and ciaran loved him. they were close... friends, even if keith was human and ciaran was a horse. the blonde jock thought about the next race, and smiled to himself. no, he wasn't going to enter this one. he was going to give ciaran some time off. anyway, no one could force him to race...
"I really don't understand you. If you want me to stay then why do you keep being so mean? Why do you roll your eyes at whatever I do or say?"
keith blinked, turning back around to lizzie, noticing that her head was down and she was touching her head where she probably hit it. the male sighed, before answering with a soft toned voice.
"nobody really understands me that well. my horse understands me better than everyone else," pause, "anyway... how am i being mean? if i were mean i'd have left you in the corridor... and i just roll my eyes at everyone. mostly it's just because i... well, feel like it, i suppose..." as he ended his explanation, keith sounded unsure, very unsure. he felt his nose twitch and he looked down at the floor, arms still crossed.
oh, what would elizabeth's response be, he wondered...
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 21, 2009 19:08:21 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle
Because you feel like it?
I'd believe you but...
I can't.
I was trying my best to understand all of this, but it just didn't make sense. He rolls his eyes because he feels like it? No. No no no. It all pieced together. Sigh, speak, wait, I speak, he rolls his eyes, speaks, waits, sighs, i do something, he rolls his eyes, speaks... Blah blah blah...
"No," I shook my head, "Quote: ugh... I hope she comes about soon. That's right, I could hear you."
I took my hand off my head and looked at it. As I expected, it was covered in blood. It really, really hurt. Ouch.
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Post by keith gray on Nov 21, 2009 21:36:46 GMT
blink. blink.
"oh, you heard me...? well, i'm not too fond of being with... unconscious people, and having to take care of them for a while. it just bugs me. a lot..." i mean, what's the point of being with an unconscious person? they won't be able to speak. you may as well be alone...
[/i] keith's gaze was fixed on the floor that whole time, and when he lifted his head to look at elizabeth, she was looking at her blood-covered hand. blood was fascinating. wait. wait. no, ignore that. keith sighed, hazel eyes fixed on lizzie. "well actually, rolling my eyes is a bit of a habit... i roll my eyes less now, but next you might find me... hanging from doorframes...?" the last part was murmured in an undertone, and keith looked away, feeling really awkward. girls were so so so very awkward at times. not that it was a bad thing.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 28, 2009 9:41:42 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle What's happening in the world,
Am I just not good enough for you? In a way, I felt sorry for Keith. I mean, he did help me out, and he tries his best to be nice to me so what am I doing? What's my problem? I'm usually really nice and understanding towards other people, maybe I'm just angry because I'm in pain from hitting my head when I fell. I looked at Keith apologetically and then looked away.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I feel so self-concious in here, and I'm angry from hitting my head."
I looked back at him to see his expression, hopefully he wouldn't laugh, smirk, smile, or hide his face. I was hoping it would be either a blank, understanding, normal or the face I wasn't expecting to see - the apologetic face.
What is happening in the world? Does it all change when you're 13? As a child you think nothing bad will ever happen, you don't have to worry - you're in the clouds with the fairies...
Not on Earth in pain and worry.
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Post by keith gray on Nov 29, 2009 13:55:08 GMT
he caught her apologetic look as he looked back at her, and saw elizabeth look away. keith sighed, nodding a bit. "apology accepted. and most gi- people will feel angry about hitting their head," a small frown came upon his face as he looked at the blonde girl, but it quickly shifted to a blank yet understanding look. keith then kneeled down on the floor, head tilted ever so slightly. another habit, though it usually did help it look like you were questioning someone. "so, how is your head?" keith asked, blinking.
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Post by elizabeth keighle on Nov 29, 2009 20:15:31 GMT
Elizabeth Keighle Phew,
At least you loosened off a bit.
=/ I relaxed a little after that, at least he wasn't all hateful and stuff - that would be bad. My head was still hurting, but the blood had dried over, and it had stopped bleeding. I tried to smile but I wasn't in the mood. I felt a bit better but I was really embarrassed.
"It just hurts a little - at least it's stopped bleeding now..." I murmured.
He was kneeling down now, and I just looked at him blankly. Did I think too highly of myself? I was always making an effort to impress somebody, whereas Keith was just relaxed. Maybe I should just chill like that. Maybe people would like me more...
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Post by jay macburren on Nov 30, 2009 11:40:16 GMT
Jay MacBurren!!
Washing a cat. Probally my stupidest idea ever. Aura was sitting in the sink soaked and staring up at me like I was her tuna dinner. Probally not a good thing. I had already taken off my shirt, the cat had ripped it apart and was now keen on doing the same to my chest. Mt hands, wrists, arms, and lower next were all scratched and bleeding and stinging from the soap. My hair was soaking, from all the thrashing from the ruddy animal. I'm what you call a compulsive pet owner. Sometimes I wish I wasn't.
I turned my attention away from Aura because I heard voices down the hall, a few dorms down. I thought it was Keith's room and I listened carefully and heard his voice. "Ow! Damn, cat! What was that for?!" I screamed. I was sure Keith could hear that. Angerly, I grabbed Aura out of the sink and walked over to my bed as fast as I could, but Aura was already tearing my shorts up. I dropped the soaked cat onto a towel on my bed and slammed the door, glaring at the cat and saying, "Stay." I didn't bother putting a shirt on. It'd just get all bloody anyway. I jogged down the hall and peeked into Keith's room. I let myself in. "Hey Keith, Hey, Lizzie?" I said, and noticed the bloody rag. "Woah, Liz, you alright?" I asked, conserned for my friend. |
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Post by keith gray on Nov 30, 2009 21:15:25 GMT
"then that's good... i suggest you don't touch your head or put it near a hard object," keith said in the same volume of voice as elizabeth. he noticed with his hazel eyes a blank look towards him from lizzie, and he could feel himself raise an eyebrow, questioning her with no spoken words. then, the scottish teenager almost jumped when he heard a loud scream from down the corridor. the blonde jock twitched a bit, staying still for a moment before standing up when hearing loud footsteps down the hallway.
as soon as his door opened keith's hazel gaze turned to the person who had peeked in. jay macburren. keith narrowed his eyes a bit, annoyed. "jay, did i say that you could come into my room?" keith's eyes traveled up to jay's face, "no, i didn't. however, since you've just invaded my room i suppose there's no point in throwing something at you and kicking your ass out of here." a small, barely noticeable smile came upon keith's face, seeming to say that he wouldn't kick him out like that.
"and also, lizzie is fine. well, from my point of view she is..." keith glanced back at the elite, head cocked to the side before he looked back at jay.
damn. jay's shirt was off.
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Post by jay macburren on Nov 30, 2009 21:35:01 GMT
Shit. I thought. My shirt was off and Keith was bisexual. Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap. I looked at Keith as he mentioned throwing me out. "Nope. Anyway, you wouldn't kick my ass even if you could." I said and laughed. I plopped down next to Lizzie, careful not to bounce the bed too much. I didn't want her to get hurt. Although, half the times Lizzie was around me she was more likely to get hurt.
I looked around Keith's room. About half the wall was covered with pictures of his horse. Eh, My room is the same way. I looked at Keith when he was speaking about Lizzie, and glared at him slightly. "I'd like an awnser from her." I said bitterly. It wasn't that I was trying to be mean, I just was... over protective of my friends.
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