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Post by x/Cirena__ on Sept 4, 2006 12:25:51 GMT -5
Cirena's stomach grumbled loudly. Mannn.. She said, automatically turning towards the cafeteria. She set her binder down on a two person table and walked over to where all the food was. Ew. Ew. Ew. She thought flatly in her head. Cirena casually looked over at the desserts. Her eyes rested on a large piece of chocolate cheesecake. Omg Yummmmy! She thought, waving to the cafeteria worker. The older woman took out the cake, and hastly Cirena fiddled for some money. She grabed some coins, gave them to the woman and almost ran back to her table. "Mmm.." Cirena murmured, eating more and more of the cake even before she sat down. She watched the cafeteria woman leave into a back room, so Cirena pulled out her mp3 and turned it on. She stared at the blue screen, reading the name of the song. Ah. 'Give Unto Me'. As Cirena ate, Cirena noted no one was in the cafeteria, so she lightly sang along to the song. "Give unto me your troubles," Her voice sang gently, perfectly on key.
ooc: Sorry for the powerplay on the worker.. had to. xD Also, some please join. xD Shes gonna go to the office later but yeah.. JOIN NOW. XD
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Post by //Rex; on Sept 6, 2006 11:32:47 GMT -5
Rex cringed inwardly as his stomach sent a flash of pain through his body. He burst open the cafeteria doors, kicking one with his foot. He quickly noticed that the room was deserted. Oh, maybe not... he thought as he noticed the entranced girl eating cake. He walked up to the counter, choosing a bagel for himself as he pulled a wallet out of his back pocket. Taking the snack in his hand, he walked up behind Cirena. Tapping her on the shoulder as he passed, Rex sat in the seat opposite of her. "Is this seat taken?" he inquired simply. He placed the bagel in front of him and smiled cordially in greeting, his eyes simmering with good humor.
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Post by x/Cirena__ on Sept 8, 2006 21:20:24 GMT -5
Cirena's mp3 player and headphones fell to her lap as she felt someone tap her. Her eyes rested on a boy, chewing a small peice of bread or so, seated in front of her. "Oh.. Er, no. Hi." Cirena said a tiny pink blush running up her cheeks. She hoped he hadn't heard her singing. Oh god.. She thought, forking at the peice of cake in front of her. She stole a glance at Rex again, a unstopped smile breaking over her face as she let out a small, sloghtly forced laugh. "Heh..uh, I'm.. Cirena.." She offered, her side bangs overing one of her eyes, as she froze in the picture perfect pose. Her friend kept teasing her that if their band didn't work out, Cirena could always work as a model because of her looks. The dark haired girl quickly shoved a piece of cake in her mouth, as her lips shone in the light.
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Post by //Rex; on Sept 10, 2006 13:26:42 GMT -5
"'Ey, I'm Rex." He lifted his right hand in the way he greeted everyone; a peace sign. He was, in a way, a hippie at heart, preferring down-to-earth things to those substantial. Unconsciously, he flicked his head in attempt to move the long draping hair out of his eyes. His feet tapped a complex pattern underneath the table, his thoughts dwelling on a song he had listened to earlier that day. He hummed the tune quietly, I will Follow by U2, finishing off the bagel in front of him in record time. After the imaginary song ended, he turned his attention back to Cirena. "So, how's it goin'?" his voice resonant and nonchalant, mahogany-colored eyes looking steadily into hers.
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Post by x/Cirena__ on Sept 10, 2006 13:53:18 GMT -5
Cirena was caught off gaurd as he stared at her."Hm? Oh." I'm so stupid.. She thought to herself, as she popped the last piece of her cake into her mouth and swallowed it. "Okay I guess.. I just moved here. Were you a student here last year?" She asked, propping her right elbow on the table as she rested her chin on her palm. Cirena's eyes locked onto his as she found herself thinking the common thought she had about people: I wonder what he's thinking.. Cirena lifted her left arm and quickly smooth down her side bangs, wiping a tiny barely seen crumb off her lips. Her glossed lips curved into a thoughtful smile as she braclets jingled. when she moved her hand back down onto the table.
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Post by //Rex; on Sept 10, 2006 18:21:07 GMT -5
"Nah. I've only been here for about...an hour or so," came the reply seconds later, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. "So where are you from?" came the next question after a few moments of awkward silence. Thoughts flickered through his mind like wind on a beach; thoughts of music, thoughts of his past, thoughts of his future, and thoughts of the girl only a few feet away from him. He broke the firm gaze to brush a few crumbs off the table, crossing his arms and placing them on the flat surface. He put his weight on them, and leaned forward, crossing his legs at the ankles and moving his feet underneath the uncomfortable metal chair.
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Post by x/Cirena__ on Sept 11, 2006 20:18:47 GMT -5
ooc: Where is this school anyways? xP
"Oh!" Cirena answered, with a smile. Good.. I'm not the only new one here. She thought to herself, numbly twisting a lock of her hair around her fingers. The let the hair drop from her fingers as she answered the boy's next question. "Florida." She said, her gaze dropping to her nails. "I had to move because my parents got better jobs here and all.. I wish I hadn't though, cause I just started High School and I met a bunch of new people.." She said, slightly regretting that she mentioned her parents. Usually when people asked her where her parents worked, they thought Cirena was shallow because they worked in large companies, and earned lots of money. I hope I didn't blow this chance for a soon-to-be friend.. Cirena thought, a unsure look on her face as she forced herself to look Rex in the eyes. Cirena flipped back a part of her hair as it fell over her shoulder, and it glittered gold in the room's lighting. She busied her mind replaying the last day with her best friends- when they had played a few last songs in their band. Oh how I wish I could be like you.. The lyrics she and Stacy had sang echoed in her head as she stared straight at Rex, her eyes glued to him.
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Post by //Rex; on Sept 11, 2006 20:51:33 GMT -5
[Er...originally it was going to be Tennessee; Troy is a city there. So, it's sort of undetermined, but it's not Europe of Hawaii or anything. xP]
Rex grunted in response, his chin perfectly parallel with the ground. His eyes looked to the ceiling for sanctuary, clouded in deep thought. "I know what it's like to be new. I've lived in the same city all my life," said Rex, "until today. I'm from North Carolina." He continued his story with a taste of bitter regret growing slowly in his mouth, "I lived in Raleigh [that's the capital]. I went to a private school, and met a lot of awesome people. But, my parents heard about this place, and decided it would be better to send me here." He had left out a big chunk of the story; all about how his parents hadn't even said goodbye. How he had left the closest people to him in the world, thousands of miles away. And yet, he wasn't sad; he was invigorated by traveling, seeing new things and experimenting with different ideas and actions he had never experienced before. Looking back down at Cirena, he couldn't held but mentally admire her shiny, healthy hair; it was perfect [just like from a commercial xD]. Like a pang in his side, he couldn't help but think of the girl he had left, back in North Carolina...
Though he had no idea, he was thinking of the exact same thing Cirena was. His old band. "Saving Divine." With Nic on the drums, David on the bass, Madison with the lead vocals and himself, lead guitar, they had been a real team. "So, uh, what interests are you into?" he gradually continued the conversation.
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Post by x/Cirena__ on Sept 12, 2006 16:04:29 GMT -5
ooc: xP Ah. Kk.
Cirena nodded, staring intently at Rex as he told her his story. She let out a sympathetic "Aw" and nodded. Cirena once again flipped back a part of her hair ((xDD)) her deep, emerald green eyes focused on him. She half smiled at his next question, and she decided not to mention anything about before leaving; she feared making Rex unhappy with talking about that. "Well.." She started, hesitantly. "I'm really into music.. I play guitar, electric and accousic, and I also sing. Do you play anything?" She asked, slightly embarassed that she mentioned she sang. To people she didn't know well, Cirena was shy about telling them she could sing, but she loved telling people she could play guitar. Hm.. I wonder what's happening with Stacy right now. Man I miss my best friend. She thought to herself, forcing a smile at Rex so she wouldn't seem so down.
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Post by //Rex; on Sept 14, 2006 20:09:26 GMT -5
Rex's face was stolid and unresponsive, though her masked emotions were clear; unlike most, he had a strong gift of empathy and compassion. He was one of the few teenagers who cared about things like world hunger, and other situations Americans had become so accustomed to seeing as something they could do nothing about.
After a few moments, he replied slowly while he nodded in understanding, "Cool. Uh," he paused, "I play guitar." That was an understatement. He lived, breathed, dreamed music. He was always tapping his feet, always had a song stuck in his head, and was always either singing quietly to himself or giving brief excerpts of screamo to those around him, whether they wanted to hear it or not. He was extremely talented in musical aspects, even beyond his guitar-playing skills. He could listen to a CD once, and know almost all the lyrics...and the tune to top it off. He had a pleasant voice; his vocal cords were low and resonant surprisingly--considering the stage of puberty most were in--it never cracked or broke off. A large contrast to that high-pitched snicker that expressed great delight and amusement.
He peered curiously--but not forcefully--into Cirena's intense, dark green eyes, searching for her thoughts and beliefs. A wise man had once said that the eyes were the windows to the soul. All too true. He couldn't quite grasp what it was that was hiding behind that curtain of honey-colored hair. He didn't bring up another topic, letting her take the liberty of speaking out.
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Post by x/Cirena__ on Sept 14, 2006 21:27:11 GMT -5
Cirena nodded almost hesitantly. She broke her gaze, an almost frightened look on her face. She quickly put on a smile, her lips still gleaming from the lip gloss she had applied a hour ago. "Wow, Thats pretty cool..." The thoughts of her old band were still running through her head and almost spoke for her. "How experienced are you? Were you ever in a band or something?" Those were the typical questions Cirena asked when someone mentioned they played guitar, bass, drums or sang. Her mind flipped through memories of the songs she wrote. Her thoughts glued to the memory of when her band of talented girls had played one of the songs Cirena wrote perfectly. She remembered how they all used to look, Stacy- being punk but with beautiful blond hair, and her other 2 friends, a mix of emo and themselves. Cirena thought of her own appearance, she herself thought she didn't fit into any category, but most had called her emo or goth. I can't believe I used to have black hair.. it was awesome. She thought, but got bored of the plain colour, and almost everyone else had hair like that, so she chose a mixed hue of blond brown and the black she had from before. Cirena eyed Rex's hair, wondering if his was ever dyed. I'm being too solid.. She thought to herself. I need to be more.. open. I don't want him to think I don't want to talk. Cirena scolded herself, she didn't want to loose this chance for getting a friend.
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Post by //Rex; on Sept 18, 2006 19:55:39 GMT -5
Rex nodded silently, pondering how to answer the question. He had noticed how nervous Cirena seemed to be feeling, but just acted normal and had no intention of making her feel any more uncomfortable. Experienced? Really, he had only been playing for two years, but in that time he had become a guitar god. He felt urges to hold the sleek neck of his guitar, finger each fret and string, and play every tune his creativity could imagine. But he didn't want to seem thingyy, or vain either for that matter. "Well, I've been playing for two years," he answered slowly, choosing his words carefully, "and I've practiced at least two hours every day. You do the math." He paused, thinking back on his answer. Yes, that would be sufficient. "Yeah, I was in a band back at home. Saving Divine. You?" He met her eyes, the curves of his mouth barely pointing upwards. If she was fortunate enough to earn his amusement, she would see shining black braces, a charming smile, and hear either a pleasant high-pitched laugh, or a low snicker. The beat was goin strong. Playin my favorite song. The lyrics rung in his mind. Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. What a classic. His excuse-for-a-smile disappeared momentarily as he immediately thought of the horrible reproduction of the song, made by Brittney Spears. Surely, a disgrace. He suddenly came back to reality, realizing he had completely zoned out, staring into Cirena's elusive eyes. He fiddled with his hair, twirling it in and out of his index and middle fingers; another one of his habits that he didn't even know existed.
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Post by x/Cirena__ on Sept 22, 2006 8:11:06 GMT -5
Cirena nodded with a sure smile. "Sweet. Yeah, I was in a band myself, with my best friends.." She said, her voice trailing off. I guess I'm not the only "band geek" out there. She thought. Her friend always joked with her that she was a band geek, while her friend herself was an art freak. Dude. I miss our jokes. Cirena felt like laughing right now, thinking about all the stupid things she and her friends always did. Cirena eyed the braclets on her arms, unsure what she should say next, so she pursed her lips gently.
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