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Post by Elizibeth O'Hanlon on Feb 11, 2009 8:34:39 GMT -5
Elizibeth's eyes flew open and a shudder ran through her body. Gently she placed herself into a sitting position as she attempted to catch her breath. The images of her parents' faces haunted her constantly, mostly in her dreams. The pained expression on her brother William's face as she ran upstairs to see what the commotion had been about; her parents and boyfriend dead at his feet. Her younger brother falling to the floor weeping; it was too much for her to handle. Finally regaining her steady breathing pattern her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her. The dark dorm came into view and the moon from outside casted strange shadows on the wall. Grabbing her sweatshirt from her nightstand she quickly slipped it on. Although the dormitory was a bit chily she was sure the common room downstairs was not. But the sweatshirt was more for comfort anyway. Sliding out from under the covers she soundlessly allowed her feet to fall to the cold wooden floor, sending a shiver down her spine. She grabbed her book off the nightstand next to her, and silently slipped out the door and into the hallway. There was no possible way she would be able to get back to sleep to night. Ascending the stairs she reached the large common room which was completely dark. Tossing her book into the chair she quickly grabbed the remote to the gas fireplace and turned it on. She found it rather amusing that they didn't even bother to have real fireplaces at St. Wilmonds. Yanking a blanket off of the back of the couch she cuddled up on the overstuffed leather sofa and flipped her book open. As usual she found it very difficult to distract herself after a nightmare like that. She already lived through it once, why did her subconsious constantly have to bring it up. The quiet sound of the spring breeze outside calmed her nerves a bit. Inhailing deeply she held it in for a moment before letting it out slowly. Pulling her bookmark out of the page she began to read, focusing her thoughts only on the story before her. |
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Post by Chris Young on Feb 16, 2009 21:09:06 GMT -5
starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down [/size]   as the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast,[/size] WE WON'T WORK THIS OUT.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] Although Chris didn't live on-campus in the dormitories, he had somehow found himself wandering down the hall of one, towards the common room. He had some homework to do, and needed some place to do it. His apartment - no, his dad had several friends over, so it would be too distracting there. The library - it was probably closed, and even if it wasn't, it would be a little strange being inside such a large building alone, since obviously nobody else would be up at this ungodly hour.
And so, Chris had slipped into the residence building, laptop tucked under his arm, as somebody else was leaving. He entered the common room, finding that it was dark, aside from an orange glow coming from the artificial fireplace. Squinting, Chris located the lightswitch and flicked on the lights in the room. He ambled over to the common room's kitchenette and plugged in the sleek metallic coffeemaker. He reached up to one of the wooden cupboards and pulled out a mug. When the coffee was ready, he poured it, and added some cream. He brought the hot mug to his lips, turning around as he did so.
Surprised to find somebody else in the room, and surprised that he hadn't noticed her earlier, he nearly spilt the steaming liquid on himself. Chris swallowed the gulp he'd taken. "Um...hey. Sorry," he managed to say, though not being able to find any reason that he should be apologizing to her. Then noticing that she was busy reading, Chris decided not to bother her, and he made his way towards a couch, where he set down his coffee on the end table beside it.
Though now, even though neither of them were looking at each other, the silence was awkward, just knowing that she was there. So maybe a conversation WOULD be appropriate. "I thought I was the only one who would even be up this late," he commented, as he sat down on the soft sofa and began to open his laptop. He kicked his feet up onto a coffee table in front of him and powered up the laptop. "Or early, depending how you look at it..." he added, his dark eyes glancing up at a clock on the wall, before he turned his attention to the girl on the couch across from him, giving her a slight smile.
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Post by Elizibeth O'Hanlon on Feb 17, 2009 0:31:17 GMT -5
Ooc:||I apologize for the lenth and content. If it doesn't make sense I'm sorry! Its late and I had a uber long day. I will make up for it next post!|| Elizibeth jumped a little as the overhead light flicked on; quickly she turned to see who had entered the room. An attractive man with curly brown hair had begun to make himself some coffee, apparently not noticing that he wasn’t alone in the room. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as she decided to remain silent, her eyes falling back to her book. Out of the corner of her eye she watched his smooth movements and suppressed a smile as he nearly spilled his coffee on himself. As the apology flowed from his lips she glanced up at him. “No problem, at all.” There was no need for a request for forgiveness to begin with but she was looking for an excuse to speak to him. Tearing her gaze away from his soft brown eyes she fixated them on the black and white font of the page. Attempting to pick up where she had left off she read the same sentence three times before shutting the book in frustration. It was rather difficult to concentrate with this stranger in the room. A silent sigh escaped her lips as she glanced over at the clock on the wall. “It is pretty late. What are you doing up at this hour if you don’t mind me asking?” Elizibeth looked over at the handsome young man interest etched on her face. She had not met many people since she had arrived at St. Wilmonds; people mainly kept to themselves. The friendliness in his tone took her by surprise. |
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Post by Chris Young on Feb 17, 2009 16:17:48 GMT -5
starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down [/size] as the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast,[/size] WE WON'T WORK THIS OUT.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] Chris gave a nod when the girl replied. He wasn't sure why he'd apologized anyway, it was just a little habit of his. Maybe he was apologizing for having suddenly turned on the lights, or for distracting her from the book. Either way, she didn't seem to mind. The gas fireplace had definitely warmed the room by now, and Realizing that he was still wearing his red-and-black coat, Chris stood and removed it, revealing a grey v-neck t-shirt. He tossed the coat over the arm of the couch, before reclaiming his seat.
After entering his user account on the laptop, Chris looked over at the girl again as he waited for it to load. He watched her shut her book, and he hoped that it wasn't only because he was distracting her by being here. But then she spoke again, and her words were kind, so she didn't seem bothered. "Eh, I chose to procrastinate this week so now I'm paying the price," he told her, smirking lightly. Before having gotten frustrated by the noise back at his place, he had loaded the footage of his film project that he and Jessica had worked on that week. Now, he had to edit it and hand it in the next day. Well, technically that same day, since by now it was well past midnight.
"How about you?" he asked politely. Though it was clear that the girl had been reading, he couldn't help but wonder why she was reading so late into the night. Either the book she was reading was very interesting, or something was on her mind, or perhaps she simply wasn't tired. He didn't know who she was, but obviously she attended St. Wilmond's since she was here in this common room. And she looked to be around his age. "Are you new here?" he questioned. He knew who most of the people at this school were, but he'd never seen this girl before. He figured that if he had, he probably would have remembered seeing a girl as pretty as she. "Oh, and I'm Chris," he added, figuring that if they were going to have a conversation, it might help to know the other's name.
ooc: nahh, it's perfectly fine, length doesn't bother me at all. :]
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Post by Elizibeth O'Hanlon on Feb 18, 2009 12:56:29 GMT -5
Elizibeth watched with interest as he removed his jacket and resituated himself in the chair. His grey t-shirt clung to him, showing off his muscular chest. Quickly she adverted her eyes to the fire hopefully before he could notice. She only looked up when he responded to her question a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. Procrastination was one of her weak points too, but she tended to work best under pressure. Tucking her hair behind her ear she striving to come up with a response to his question. “Couldn’t sleep.” Struggling she smiled sheepishly and glanced towards the fire again. Keeping her eyes on the lapping flames she nodded. “I started here a couple of weeks ago. Kind of late into the semester, but thankfully they let me in.” Elizibeth resituated herself in her chair tucking her legs beneath her. “Have you attended here long?” Her gaze became softer as she relaxed a bit. She really wasn’t in the mood to talk to a complete stranger about her life story. Not that she would ever tell anyone at this school anything to begin with. “I’m Elizibeth.” She flashed him a smile and glanced down at his laptop. “So what are you working on; if you don’t mind me asking?” Placing the book on her lap she scanned Chris’ face. He had a strong jaw and dark brown eyes. For a moment she forgot where she was, she was swimming in a sea of caramel liquid. A crack from the fire pulled her from her reverie and she was drawn back to the warmly lit common room. |
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Post by Chris Young on Feb 18, 2009 23:04:57 GMT -5
starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down [/size] as the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast,[/size] WE WON'T WORK THIS OUT.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] Stifling a yawn, Chris grasped the coffee mug and took a long sip. He nodded to her response; though he could probably easily sleep if he wanted to, he had tons of work to do, and at a school as strict as this, it wouldn't be wise to leave it unfinished. While it was true that he sometimes tended to leave things to the last minute, it wasn't often that he was up THIS late doing homework. His gaze followed Elizibeth's to the fireplace, and he watched it for a moment. He found it strange how the common rooms didn't even have real fireplaces - you'd think that at a school this pristine and wealthy, they'd be able to afford the upkeep of a real one. But then again, the students here couldn't exactly be trusted with the responsibility of putting out the fire so it wouldn't burn the place down.
Still paying attention to what she was saying, Chris looked down at his laptop and opened the editing program and movie files he needed. He looked back up to Elizibeth, and though she was still looking at the fire, he watched her as she spoke. "Yeah? Well, welcome to Wilmonds. If you can handle the drama, you'll love it; it's a great school. If not...well, good luck," he said, though not wanting to intimidate the girl, it was the truth. Many of the girls at this school were catty and over-dramatic, and the guys were competitive. "I've been here since the beginning of my freshman year. And I'm a sophomore now, so I guess that'd be a bit over a year and a half," he replied, nodding lightly. "How do you like it here so far?"
"A friend of mine and I were working on a project for my film class. We got all the filming done, so now I just have to put it all together," Chris explained, not bothered by her asking this at all. He looked back to the screen, not noticing her staring at him, and he began to drag some of the video clips around, while deleting a few of the unnecessary ones.
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Post by Elizibeth O'Hanlon on Feb 20, 2009 13:55:22 GMT -5
A smile passed over her lips, “Thank you, I appreciate it. It seems like a good school so far. I’m a sophomore as well.” Elizibeth hadn’t had the pleasure of dealing with the drama of St. Wilmonds yet. Having her fair share of drama in the past she was sure that this school couldn’t be worse than that. “But is the drama here really all that bad?” Her fingers nimbly traced her fingers over the cover of her book. Glancing up at him a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. Chris was really the first person she had met since she started here. Everyone else at the school seemed too involved in their own clicks. Elizibeth had no problem with this, because she really needed to focus on catching up with her school work, but it was nice to have a friendly face around here; especially someone her age. “Film? That is really interesting, what kind of film is it?” Gently pushing herself off of the couch she strode over to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. Adding a packet of sugar and some french vanilla creamer before turning around to face him. Leaning against the counter she watched his nimble fingers fly over the keys piecing his project together. Elizibeth had done a fair share of production work herself, so she hoped he realized that she wasn’t just feigning interest in what he was working on. |
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Post by Chris Young on Feb 24, 2009 21:15:16 GMT -5
starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down [/size] as the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast,[/size] WE WON'T WORK THIS OUT.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] "No problem," Chris replied, nodding. "Yeah, it is a really great school," he said. St. Wilmond's was a prestigious academy where you either had to be filthy rich or extremely smart to get into. It was a great school especially if you wanted to go to college - something that Chris planned on doing after graduating. He nodded slightly once more when she added that she too was a sophomore, and Chris couldn't help but wonder if he had any classes with her but maybe hadn't noticed yet. He listened to her following question, and shrugged in response. "If you manage to not piss off any of the 'higher-ups', or if you impress them, then it's not bad," he answered. It was true that a lot went on socially at this school, but Chris wasn't really one to judge what the drama was like since luckily he was rarely involved in it. He noticed her smiling at him, and he returned it, before turning his attention back to his work.
He managed to work on his project for a bit while still listening to her speak. He looked up as she stood and walked over to get herself some coffee. He smiled at her inquiry about his project - it was nice, and rare, to see someone else actually interested in that sort of thing. "It's sort of silly," he said, before chuckling lightly out of slight embarrassment. "I had to pick a TV show and sort of make a parody of that in our school...ever seen 'Punk'd'?" he asked her, assuming she must have. "For some reason, I chose that," he explained with a shrug, looking back to his screen.
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Post by Elizibeth O'Hanlon on Mar 5, 2009 18:30:01 GMT -5
Elizibeth raised an eyebrow. She had heard about how prestigious St. Wilmonds was acedemically, but she was unsure as to what Chris was speaking about. "Higher-ups? What do you mean?" Tucking her hair behind her ear she pushed herself off of the counter and rounded the couch he was sitting on. Situating herself on the couch beside him she watched him slowly peice together the peices of his video. Interested to hear what other students thought of this school, especially someone as attractive as Chris. Taking a sip of her drink she gazed at him over her mug. "Do you mind if I take a look at what you have so far?" Elizibeth had had some experience with the technical side of life, but mostly pertaining to audio, she knew next to nothing about video. "Is that what you're plaining on majoring in after you graduate?" Pulling her eyes away from the screen she glanced up at him; her breath caught in her throat. Tearing her gaze from him she cleared her throat and quickly focused her eyes back on the screen. |
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Post by Chris Young on Mar 13, 2009 15:42:44 GMT -5
starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down [/size] as the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast,[/size] WE WON'T WORK THIS OUT.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] "Well, the social ladder here is kind of intense," Chris replied, grimacing a little. "'Cliques' and all that crap, y'know?" he added, though he assumed that Elizibeth must be used to that sort of thing - it seemed like most high schools in this country, or any other one really, were the same way. Which was kind of sad when you thought about it. Teenagers these days were far too concerned with popularity and how others saw them. "Oh well, it's not all that bad, maybe I'm just exaggerating a little," he added, just in case he was making her nervous about going to school here. "If you don't allow yourself to get caught up in all the drama, then it's sometimes entertaining to watch from the sidelines." He smirked, before sipping his coffee as he noticed that she was coming to sit beside him.
He was silent for a moment when she asked to see what he'd done of his project so far. "Um..sure," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. He usually didn't like showing his friends his work, at least not until it was done. But he barely knew Elizibeth and she seemed nice enough, so he couldn't see any harm in letting her see. He leaned forward and put the laptop onto the coffee table so that the could both see it better. He hit play on the program, then leaned back on the couch, gently scratching at the stubble on his chin as he watched the unfinished movie play. He heard her next question and nodded. "Yeah, it most likely will be," he replied. There wasn't really much else that he enjoyed and was good at, and his father knew 'the business', so that was a bonus.
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Post by Elizibeth O'Hanlon on Mar 13, 2009 17:55:33 GMT -5
Elizibeth watched the video intently as the images flashed across the screen. Although she did not know much about film or anything partaining to it his video was rather well put together in her opinion. The transitions flowed well and the music suited the mood. "This is amazing." A smile passed over her lips as the unfinished video came to an end. "What part of filmaking are you most in to?" Leaning back she placed her coffee to her lips and took a sip. The industry was very cut throat but Chris was obviously talented enough, but he seemed to friendly and nice to be in that kind of business. Everyone at some point in their childhood had dreamed of going to Hollywood, whether through acting or by some other means. With it being such a competitive industry Elizibeth wasn't sure how far Chris' talent would get him. But he seemed to have a natural gift for it, or at least from what she could see through this one unfinished video. "Thankfully I haven't had to deal with much drama yet. But then again it is only my fourth day here." Glancing up at him her eyes scaned his face. Although he seemed friendly and helpful she couldn't help but feel as if she was bothering him. Not wanting to push away the only acuaintaince she had at St. Wilmonds, especially one as cute as Chris, she pushed herself off of the couch. "I had better head back up to my dorm; don't want to be a bother." She flashed a smile and strode over to the sink dumping out the cups contents. Elizibeth wanted nothing more than to stay and talk with Chris more, but he had a deadline to make and she wouldn't be the one to push him to fail. Turning on the faucet she rinsed out the cup and began to dry it with a nearby hand towel. |
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Post by Chris Young on Mar 24, 2009 20:33:39 GMT -5
starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down [/size] as the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast,[/size] WE WON'T WORK THIS OUT.[/size] * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center] Chris momentarily bit his lower lip as he watched his project play through. It still wasn't complete, some parts needed to be cut out and rearranged, and he was yet to finish adding transitions between the clips, but it was definitely coming along. Chris grinned when Elizibeth finally commented on the film when it was done. "Thanks," he said happily. He then shrugged in response to her question. "That's a good question. I'm not sure what I like most about it, I just like knowing what goes on behind the scenes, y'know? I just think it's really interesting. I'd much rather work on making a movie complete than be an actor in the spotlight," he explained, before shrugging once more, hoping all this rambling was making sense to her. He quickly made a couple of adjustments to the video that had came to him while they had been watching it. Then, he reached for his coffee and tipped the last of it down his throat.
Chris nodded after hearing her next words. "Yeah. It's not too bad. The only thing is that there's these twins in our grade, and they make a huge deal out of hating each other and battling to be the most popular. It's really ridiculous in my opinion. One group calls themselves the 'Elite' and the others the 'Pretties'," he explained, then rolled his dark eyes. Teenagers these days got caught up in the silliest things, things about which Chris didn't fully understand what the big deal was. He glanced up at her when she stood from the couch and made her way over to the common room's kitchenette. "Uh..no, you can stay.." he stuttered, then glanced up at the clock on the wall. "I mean, if you want. It's really late so I completely understand if you were heading to bed," he said, nodding. "It's not a bother to me at all if you're here," he added. She seemed really nice, and having some company was always good. It didn't really distract him from his work, and it helped to keep his stress level down. "I'm almost done, anyway..." he said, before deciding that he should probably shut up now and let the girl decide for herself. Well, Chris tended to get very talkative at times, especially in awkward situations.
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