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Post by aislynn elizabeth leigh on Dec 3, 2012 9:05:17 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #545380 solid; border-bottom: 10px #545380 solid;] my little butterfly ( WORDS ) 496 ( TAGGED ) ELLIOT ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The one place you could find her when she had nothing to do was in the gallery, and it was at obscene times as well. Midnight, darkness was everywhere and in the middle of the gallery floor was a small flashlight lit up. Aislynn didn’t have many friends, well she didn’t have any friends really since she had started at Kirkland, opting to stay to herself instead of going out night after night and getting wasted just for that university experience. Some people thought of her as shy, just someone who needed time to come out and develop, but really Aislynn didn’t even care about shyness, she was no where near that! It was just difficult for her to make friends with these people because they all knew what they wanted in life, all of them seemed ambitious and here she was, just wiggling her way through this major as she tried to get a feel of what she wanted. She felt as if she was in a completely different universe to all the people around here and that’s why she chose to stay to herself. Nate was giving her a hard time, telling her that it had been almost four months since she entered the school and that enough time had passed for her to adjust, but he just didn’t get it did he?
A faint scratching could be heard as she shaded in a part of the design she had just created. The flashlight was in between her legs, being gripped so that it wouldn’t fall and so that she could see clearly what she was drawing. This course was…not easy but easier than the rest of the courses she could have taken; she liked it in a way. Drawing was something that came naturally to her; it just worked for her. Maybe it would have been better for her to live with her adoptive family, but she wanted to stay away from family and so she moved down to the dorms. It was easier, her roommates didn’t ask where she went all the time, as long as she paid rent and kept her side of the room clean, it was pretty much an ideal situation for her to live in.
Her breathing came to a stop, hands quickly moving towards the flashlight to turn it off in record time, her sketch pad skidding to halt somewhere near another wall and she cursed in a whisper. “Fuck.” She shook her head, waiting quietly, hoping that it wasn’t any of the caretakers of guards that would tell her she wasn’t allowed in due to visiting hours, who cared right? The gallery was in the university; she could spend as much time as she wanted there…just not at bizarre time slots. She waited quietly, dropping the flashlight softly as she curled her knees towards her, arms going around her knees to keep herself still. Hopefully it was no one and just her imagination playing with her.
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Post by elliot johnathan kennedy on Dec 7, 2012 13:11:14 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i don't want to take your precious time One more month. It had been a long time since everything had happened, since he picked up and moved his life, started all over. But now everything was finally coming together since in one more month he’d be here, at Kirkland Academy. He’d been taking residence outside of the school, working as much as possibly so he could earn the money for rent as well as stay out of the fund that was meant to pay for his schooling here. He wasn’t completely sure on how much of everything he’d be doing at Kirkland, probably going to the music department and dabbling in the rest of the fine arts but more than anything he wanted to be here. It inspired him. That was what he needed in his life, a little inspiration.
The trick for Elliot was to walk into the school as if it was his own. Since he didn’t go there quite yet, that meant that he didn’t have an ID to flash into different rooms. As long as he acted confidant it was easy to tell security who he was and that he just forgot his identification at home. It had worked several times when he came after hours at the school to check out the gallery. He was prepared to do so, but it looked like the gallery was already opened. A small crack revealed itself through the darkness. Elliot’s head turned a little, suspiciously. This felt strange, oddly like a horror movie being set up before his eyes. The only problem with that was he needed friends in order to really play a part of a horror movie. At least that was how he analyzed it. Taking some careful steps towards the door he opened it and closed it to the way it had been before he walked into the room. His previous confidence wavered slightly. No matter what, now, he’d look suspicious.
Was that a light? Elliot looked curiously into the distance, squinting his eyes to attempt for a better look. Slowly, his body started moving towards the light, as if he was about to meet some strange fate. Part of him wanted to call out a “hello” but he couldn’t bring himself to do it just in case it was security. He was so concentrated on being as quiet as possible he didn’t notice one of the podiums and the zipper to his bag scratched across it. “Shit.” he cursed quietly. It was only shortly after that he noticed the light flicker off. Now how was he supposed to figure out was going on? Would security turn off their flashlights? Slowly, his eyes started to adjust to the darkness. He entered the area he was certain that the flashlight was in “Pst,” He offered, waiting a moment, “Anyone there?” He waited to hear for another voice. Maybe this was a trick. Maybe this was just all in his mind. He wanted to believe it was something else as his heart started racing. Maybe he really did just walk into the middle of a horror movie without even realizing it.
Then as his eyes searched through the darkness he saw a figure. He couldn’t be certain of who, or what it was but the figure appeared to be too small for it to be anything like a security guard. Slowly, he inched towards it. “Hello?” He questioned, hoping desperately he didn’t fall into some sort of trap. That’s the last thing he needed, someone tricking him and withdrawing his acceptance into the school.
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Post by aislynn elizabeth leigh on Dec 8, 2012 17:48:16 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #545380 solid; border-bottom: 10px #545380 solid;] my little butterfly ( WORDS ) 430 ( TAGGED ) ELLIOT ( STATUS ) COMPLETE It was difficult for Aislynn to work in the mornings, sure she could be awake and be seen as someone peppy but to focus and try to create something, nope, it didn’t work for her. Nights were her thing! She could stay awake from ten in the evening to about two in the morning just working on separate pieces, it was difficult for her to stay awake past that though. After all, a little ball of energy like her did need to recharge every once in a while! But she couldn’t keep her roommates up and that was why she was in different places. Sometimes it was the library, the gallery, the courtyard, anywhere where she knew people wouldn’t disturb her. The toilets were easiest, or the common rooms, but who wanted to be in a place that drained your creative energy? Nope, not her!
No one usually disturbed her when she was in the zone, but this happened for the first time. Someone was here and she didn’t know what to do. What if it was a burglar? Coming in here to steal some of the artwork? No, that couldn’t happen. What if it was a security guard? Well she could just act like she was sleepwalking or something that sometimes worked right? But then how would she explain the things that she had? Her sketchbook, her measuring tape, her pencils and the flashlight? Her heart pounded beneath her chest, her breath coming out rapidly yet quietly as she gripped onto the flashlight for dear life. She couldn’t tell who was there, couldn’t tell if it was someone nice or someone horrible, and then slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She looked around, still not seeing anyone yet, but she heard the noise before she saw the figure. Yet she kept quiet, hand clamped over her mouth for a few seconds before the ‘hello’ was let out. Soon enough she turned her flashlight on and looked at the person that was inching their way towards her.
“You really scared me and made me drop my things!” She shook her head, but was relieved that this wasn’t a security guard. She stood up, moving the flashlight around for a second before locating her sketchbook and went over there to pick it up. “What are you doing in here this late?” She sat back down on the floor, opening her sketchbook to see a pencil line over her sketch and she sighed in frustration, shaking her head before looking up at the boy properly. “Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
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Post by elliot johnathan kennedy on Dec 12, 2012 20:24:20 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i don't want to take your precious time “Oh shit!” Elliot literally jumped backwards when the flash light suddenly turned on. It scares him so much. Was the on and off of the flash light a plot to make him think that he was safe until he exposed himself? His eyes attempted to see past the beam of light that pointed at him. His arm raised and he turned to the side a little and looked back at the person. A girl. Not a security guard, as far as he could tell. His eyes needed to readjust to the sudden burst of light after they had already strained in the darkness. Definitely not a security guard.
He listened for her voice and once he was able to digest what she said his eyebrows furrowed down in a furry. “I scared you, you scared me!” He retorted. His feet took a side step and a better look at the girl he was engaging in a newly found conversation with. He watched as she picked up the things that he assumed were what she was talking about dropping. “I could ask you the same thing,” Elliot was not about to give anything up on someone he just met. The last thing he needed was to tell someone his story. Truly, there was no need to anyways.
Elliot continued to watch her as she moved across the room gathering her things. He didn’t know why, but he noticed a look of frustration cast across her face. His eyes looked carefully to see if there was anything that would develop an answer to the look on her face, but he couldn’t personally see anything. He shook his head a little as he listened to her, “I doubt you really would see me, I’m not from around here.” Another vague reply. Elliot wasn’t really the best around strangers. He’s always been one of those books that was difficult to crack. Most people found it frustrating. Especially his old therapist.
After thinking for a moment, he felt a little guilty. Maybe he was being a little rude. After all both of them had been in here after hours. Elliot raised his hand up to his eyes, squishing his temples together as if he was thinking in a frustrated manner. As he starting to bring his hand down he finally responded, “My name’s Elliot,” His voice sounded a little exasperated. He found himself moving a little closer to this current stranger. It felt almost like he was living in an out of body experience, watching the two of them interact from a fly on the wall point of view. He felt no need to ask for her name, expecting that if she felt it was necessary to express it that she would. Maybe that was a little odd of him, or maybe it was from his inability to converse with most people properly but it was part of his strange tendencies that he’s carried with him since he was a child.
“But seriously, why are you here?” He asked, realizing he never answered her portion of the question. Mostly he asked it because he was watching over her, partly intrigued by her and why she had the sketch book with her.
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Post by aislynn elizabeth leigh on Dec 17, 2012 9:26:42 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #545380 solid; border-bottom: 10px #545380 solid;] my little butterfly ( WORDS ) 620 ( TAGGED ) ELLIOT ( STATUS ) COMPLETE She heard the little shout come out from the male when her flashlight turned on, but she didn’t give a bother about that now, yes they had both probably scared each other but Aislynn was too busy trying to locate her things. She couldn’t lose them now; her sketchbook held a lot of her sketches in it and some were supposed to be done properly to be put down in her portfolio later on. Not that Aislynn knew what she was going to go for in the future, but it was safe to put her bets down onto something right instead of nothing? She gave another quick glance to the boy before turning her flashlight around and locating her sketchbook. She was glad it didn’t go underneath a stand or something, otherwise she would have to reach out for it, and her arms were short enough as it was, she didn’t need to be mocked in front of this gangly boy. She rolled her eyes at him when he said that he was the one who scared her, well hey she did have her flashlight on, so she hadn’t meant to scare him! It was an accident! It was a good thing that none of her other equipment had rolled, only a green had gone missing somehow, but it didn’t matter for now. “Nice, nice.” She wasn’t going to just tell him yet, it was pretty obvious what she was doing…right?
She located the green on the other side and her eyes lit up a little because even though she didn’t need it now, she may need it later and Aislynn was not going to keep on buying equipment after equipment after equipment, too much money would go to waste! She raised an eyebrow as she picked up the green pencil and her measuring tape; there she had all of her things! “Then how comes you’re in here then?” She gave him a measured stare, wondering if she would get anything apart from the little vague answers that left his mouth. It was getting a bit annoying to be honest, she was asking these questions and he was just dodging them without a care in the world, questioning her instead! She didn’t speak for a minute, just settling herself back down into the place that she was before, crossing her legs underneath her as she turned the page over and started afresh. She didn’t have an eraser on her, otherwise she would have rubbed out that pencil mark, but now she had to start over again, how perfect!
She nodded her head, frowning for a moment as she began sketching a person before looking up at him. “Lynn.” She wasn’t going to say it was nice to meet him, because it hadn’t really been nice since she almost had a heart attack and since her sketch was ruined. She didn’t notice if he was a little awkward with her, a lot of people were but Aislynn wasn’t going to say much, not for now at least, she didn’t want to scare him off just yet! She waited for a second, rubbing her thumb across the page just for some shading effects since she couldn’t be bothered to do it properly, before answering his question. “I’m working on my sketches, what else does it look like?” She shook her head and stopped, looking up at the boy from her position, with a look that meant she was trying to figure him out. “Why are you here? I answered your question now you should answer mine. You’re not a student here, I would have recognised you…perhaps.” She wasn’t all too close with the students here but she knew a fair few just by face.
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Post by elliot johnathan kennedy on Dec 23, 2012 20:36:46 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i don't want to take your precious time Elliot was so used to hiding who he was from people that it became something out of habit. Sure, according to this therapist this was the absolute wrong thing for him to do. In fact, it was something that he actually thought about frequently because of his therapist constantly telling him of this fact. But you can't expect a person to completely change who they are just because someone tells them to. Elliot couldn't change his DNA. He tried to get into a better habit of opening to people but he didn't even know this girl and he wasn't about to suddenly fall at the seems for her amusement.
"I like art," His answer might seem short to some, but it was about as direct as he could possibly be. There was truly no other reason rather than his curiosity that drove him to see more in the art world. When else would be the best time to see anything of the sorts without people roaming through and possibly breaking his concentration away from his analyzing of the art work. If anything, this encounter was proof of how distracting other people could be� even if it was some complete, random, encounter that really shouldn't have happened on either of their parts.
He couldn't help but feel taken a little aback by her remark. It felt more aggressive to him, although he tried to make himself believe that she wasn't trying to be aggressive in the least. He just wasn't used to human interactions with more than his mother and sister. Those as themselves were already awkward and he'd known them his entire life.
It was obvious she was sketching something, which he observed but he didn't really put it all together at once. "You're right� i'm not a student here� yet, but i will be," perhaps this was the most organic thing that he has said. There was a slight strain in his voice when he said that he would be. It was an itching of his to just start classes again and get used to being around more people instead of getting suddenly claustrophobic. "Like i said, i like art, but i don't like people, so this seemed like the most convenient time to tour without meeting with people� or so i thought," He looked her up and down as he answered. It was clear that this wasn't something he expect. But after speaking, more than he had already in their brief exchange, he finally let the tight feeling in his chest relax.
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Post by aislynn elizabeth leigh on Dec 28, 2012 13:33:57 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #545380 solid; border-bottom: 10px #545380 solid;] my little butterfly ( WORDS ) 481 ( TAGGED ) ELLIOT ( STATUS ) COMPLETE At his answer of ‘liking art,’ Lynn furrowed her eyebrows together. The answer was simple enough but it didn’t give her a reason as to why he was here in the middle of the night, she obviously had given her answer as to why she was here but he didn’t seem to want to expand. These types of people irritated Aislynn a little because she wanted things to be explained to her, it didn’t matter if she didn’t ever explain anything to anyone, but others should do that for her. In that sense she was a little selfish because she didn’t like to give parts of herself away but it didn’t matter right? She was just someone who was private, but she didn’t want to understand that about other people because she had a right to be private. “Mhm.” Was her little response, it wasn’t great but if he gave her such a small answer the only thing she could do was reply shortly as well. She liked art as well but you didn’t see her trying to capture their beauty in the middle of the night when there was hardly ever any light, did you? But in a way, this entire ordeal seemed almost laughable, somewhat.
She wasn’t trying to be aggressive, it was just natural of her to seem so, but Lynn tried her best to seem nice, did you hear her on the radio? She was always nice, especially to callers who seemed to be in tune with her line of music and her attitude; they were always the best! She raised an eyebrow, looking down at her sketch before up at him when he said that he would be joining soon. Nodding her head, she let out a small noise of approval from her mouth. “That’s nice, what course will you be doing?” She tilted her head to the side, imagining him in the different courses, but for some reason he didn’t seem to fit into any of them and it could be because she didn’t know the boy opposite her very well, but…nah, he just didn’t seem to fit. “Is it bad that I’m here?” She felt somewhat offended at his words, but that was just her. She rolled up her measuring tape, still looking at the boy as she placed the rolled up tape in her pockets and stood up, the colouring pencils joining the tape.
One thing she noticed was that he was tall and she voiced that out loud, “Wow, you’re quite tall and lanky you know that?” It wasn’t that she didn’t have a filter, okay maybe she didn’t, but Aislynn just liked to speak, she didn’t like awkward silences all too much and so she was speaking now because they seemed to have enough of that while she was collecting her things. “So how comes you decided to join here then?”
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Post by elliot johnathan kennedy on Dec 29, 2012 22:29:49 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i don't want to take your precious time Part of Elliot expected the two of them to part casually at the beginning of their conversation. He didn't think that she would want to be here, continually expanding the time that someone could find them talking in the gallery. Part of it made him uneasy that he was already here for as long as he was. Sure, he did want to have a look around the school while no one was a round, but he was used to working efficiently, always on the move. It was the gypsy in him. And maybe that was part of the reason he was here, "I want to study music," he offered as a reply. The weight of his body shifted as he stood there talking to her, as his eyes shifted slightly to look around at the dark corners of the gallery.
"No," a strange smile crossed his face. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself a little. As if she had a choice if she was there or not. His own personal issues were not a burden for a stranger to carry. There was a part of him that wanted to verbalize that, but he didn't. Any way he said it might sound too bold, maybe even a little sarcastic, so he couldn't see her taking it the right way.
Elliot cleared his throat a little. His eyebrow furrowed. What sort of statement was that? His eyes looked down at himself a little self consciously, but the darkness made his feet look like nothing more than a light haze. '"Yeah… my mirror told me that same thing this morning," It was a lame joke but it was the sort of thing that actually came out of Elliot's mouth if a person actually took the time to talk to him long enough. Apparently Lynn had.
Were these the sort of questions that Elliot was to expect from his peers when he came here? It was something he feared. He could simply recite his entire history, making the person pale and wish that had never talked to him to begin with, or else he could say something blunt, and annoying like he usually did. He hated intrusive questions. Sometimes people didn't even realize how much they were asking out of him when they did. "Why does anyone decide to join a college or university?" This time he knew that his words did sound a little bitter. Not knowing that his night would end up like this made him uneasy enough on top of the fact that he knew there had to be a security guard roaming the halls somewhere and it would only be a matter of time till it caught up to Elliot and Lynn. "I just want an education where ever i can get one," he wouldn't bother adding that for him that meant going to another country but it was something not worth sharing, certainly not to someone who knew even half about Elliot than someone who hardly knew anything past his name.
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Post by aislynn elizabeth leigh on Jan 2, 2013 9:39:51 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #545380 solid; border-bottom: 10px #545380 solid;] my little butterfly ( WORDS ) 480 ( TAGGED ) ELLIOT ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Lynn was pretty much used to spending her time in the gallery this late at night. There were almost moments when she was caught but it never actually warded her off from coming here. She liked the quiet that this place had to offer and if it meant coming in the middle of the night to work and losing a bit of sleep, then so be it. For a bit of honesty, she expected the boy to sort of go away when he realised she was working, but he hadn’t and well it was all right with her, it wasn’t that bad having someone there but she didn’t feel as if she could speak to the boy…not yet at least. She looked up at him at the sound of the word ‘music’ and made an ‘hmm’ noise, nodding her head. “Make sure you give me a chance to listen to you then. What are you? A singer? Instrument player?”
“Good.” This boy was quite different a lot to most of the others she had met, more complex in a way but Aislynn didn’t want to take the time to understand because she didn’t think he would explain. And explaining to her would take a while because she would be the type to interrupt a fair few times just to try and get the gist of it all. It wasn’t exactly her fault since she was used to people explaining to her tons and tons of time ever since she was little, but she did grasp little bits that no one expected her to. That’s just the way her mind worked really. She gave a soft snort, shaking her head. “That’s a good joke...sort of.” She shook her head at him with a small smile, probably getting the fact that she did make him feel a little bit uncomfortable with what she had said, but oh well!
She closed her sketchbook, knowing that she wouldn’t really be getting any work done. The pencils collected in her hand were all in per pocket, carefully taken care of because she didn’t want to sharpen them, in a way; Lynn liked her equipment to be sharp and tall, not growing smaller with every bit. She raised an eyebrow at his question, it was really just a simple question she had asked but for some reason there seemed to be a difference in the tone when this boy, Elliot, decided to speak. She nodded her head when he spoke up again. “Ah, that sounds nice I guess. You must be into education then? I’m pretty much here because I’ve got nothing better to do in my life.” She shrugged her shoulders, maybe she was giving away a bit too much, but the boy in front of her certainly wasn’t giving her enough information to feed upon, so it was really her turn to do so.
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Post by elliot johnathan kennedy on Jan 4, 2013 19:55:45 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i don't want to take your precious time Elliot was almost ready to offer the idea of walking through the school and trying to avoid the security while they could. There were cameras in the building and whether or not they were being watched thoroughly was something Elliot wasn't quite ready to find out on his own. He had always been on the edge of these sorts of things. Never the type for most rebellion, the rules were what comforted him. Then she brought up his major, "Oh, i can play a few instruments… really if you know how to play one string instrument it isn't too much of a leap into the next one… usually… but i guess i also sing… sort of," he knew his answer was a little jumbled. It was probably the stress of talking to someone, although why he still acted this way to this girl was beyond him. "But sure, maybe another time… when we aren't in the gallery off hours,"" His joke was light hearted and sort of lame, but it was all he really had to offer at that point.
A short laugh came out of Elliot. For that brief moment he felt his entire body relax. There exchange was certainly a strange one. It was one that Elliot knew he would be thankful for in the end. If anything, this prepared him for when he was completely surrounded by people in this school. It was the toe dipped in the water to fight off his claustrophobic tendencies around groups of people.
"Uhh…" Elliot wasn't completely sure what to say in response. She was right, he was content with the idea of education. Mostly he liked it because it took him to a place beyond his own thoughts and enabled him to stick to a knowledge that had been figured out for people like him who wanted to use it. There was something poetic about it. "I guess so," he spoke out with a pleasant tone. Then he continued, "I think there are lots of people that do that… it's sort of like chewing gum, we don't need to… we just do it because we can and it's something to do." On the other hand there were people that did it for the purpose of having a fresh smelling breath. He kept that part to himself. If anything that was the part that was meant for the education part of it, where he thought of the rest of the gum allusion to be for those who wanted to figure out their place.
He cleared his throat, noticing that she had gathered her things and brought himself to think about what he wanted to ask of her before hand. "So… do you want to walk out of here and try to dodge away from any of the security guards?" He spoke, oddly direct in comparison with his typical form of conversation. His feet shifted weight a little bit. Who knows, maybe she knew more about the school and how to get around the security. After all she probably had done this multiple times before.
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