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Post by AIMÉE DEPAUL on Jul 20, 2011 20:25:13 GMT -5
© wilmetta ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -little darling, the smiles returning to the faceslittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Aimée was rather bored. It seemed ridiculous to say while in Paris, but she had already done and seen things that had interested her. Of course, there were various art galleries and even though she had been to most she knew there were some hidden around here and there. Usually she would have gone exploring with her camera, but today she just didn't feel like it. She felt more like exploring the school a little bit.
As if she didn't know every inch of the university already. She had been there long enough to know everything there was to know. Well, other than the secrets it held. Whenever she asked someone questions about the catacombs underneath the library or anything similar, she would get a cold shoulder and hard glare. It irritated her to no end, because when she was curious about something then she was really, really curious. Just like with the rumors or murder going around. She almost laughed then. She doubted anyone was murdered, wasn't that a stretch? But then again, no one thinks it could happen until it happens to them.
The small, petite girl shivered as she walked aimlessly with her camera. Thinking about it more, every step she made made her more paranoid. What if there really was someone going around killing people? What if she was next? She shivered again and glanced over her bare shoulder. There were many people walking about, so she calmed down a little bit. There was still the fact that one of them, any single one of them, could be the killer. She bit her lip and continued wandering to nowhere in particular.
Which led Aimée to where she is now, the library. She stopped and looked up at the large doors. She must have been so into thought that her feet led her here. She didn't mind. She had been there so often that her body was just programmed to go there. She pushed open the doors and took a deep breath as she walked in. She smiled. She loved the smell of books in the early afternoon. She walked past the librarians' desk, mumbling a quick hello. The librarians' knew her very well by now, after almost four full years of college. She supposed it was a good thing.
Aimée wandered over to the column of books that held her favorite genre - poetry. She could read poetry for days and days and never get bored of it. How someone could throw a whole bunch of words together to speak to someone's heartt so strongly just fascinated her. She wished she had that talent. Instead, her talent was taking pictures. And she took some damn good ones. She ran her fingers along the spines of the books until she found one of her favorites. 'Where the Sidewalk Ends' by Shel Silverstein. She smiled and walked over to the back of the library. There, she sat at a large bay window. She set her camera next to her, crossing her legs. Aimée cracked open the book, her eyes lighting up instantly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; stand tall by the dirty heads
word count; 518
outfit; whoneedsclothes?
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Post by JASON EVERTON on Jul 24, 2011 12:28:43 GMT -5
 Jason Everton was not a particularly big fan of libraries; They smelled funny. There was something about the smell of old books that reminded him of his grandmother's basement and the summer he had been forced to clean it out for her. The things he found down there had not been pleasant and did not make for happy memories. With his hands in his pockets, he wandered around the library, continuously checking his watch. He was supposed to be meeting a "friend" here, and so far there had been no sign of him anywhere in the massive and beautiful library. If the kid didn't show up with his money within the next twenty minutes, Jason was going to be pissed. He honestly didn't care to have his time wasted, especially if it meant he had to be somewhere that he wasn't quite comfortable in. Sure, he had come to the library several times before in order to find more information for his studies, but he had never before been here to sell drugs and had never wanted to. There were sure to be cameras around and getting caught and/or jailed was not on his to-do list today.
Hearing footsteps, he stepped over to a bookcase and pretended to be looking for a specific one. He ignored the person as they passed, mumbling a few of the titles to himself. Jason knew he was lucky that it hadn't been a librarian or one of their aides; They tended to be nosy most of the time and ask if anyone needed any help, which was usually a good thing but would not be today. He checked his watch once more, annoyed that only five minutes had passed by as he slowly began to wander around once more. It was a beautifully decorated library, he had to admit, and he knew he was standing inside something that was practically a piece of history. Even more exciting about the place, at times, was the realization that there were catacombs below a person's feet, begging to be explored. He couldn't help it; Jason loved an adventure, loved taking risks, and exploring deep below the library would be an amazing opportunity if he could ever come across it. Unfortunately, as it was his last year, he would likely never get that chance unless he busted the lock on the door.
He passed by many random sections of books, all very carefully categorized by subject, authors name, and who knows what else. Slowly he made his way toward the back of the library, away from too many prying eyes, simply because of the little baggie he had in his pocket. It almost annoyed himt o discover that he wasn't alone back here. An attractive dark haired girl sat at the table, her nose in a book with a camera by her side. He walked a little closer, not wanting to disturb her or attract any sort of of attention to himself; He just wanted to know what she was reading. He discreetly glanced her way to no avail. A quick glance at his watch showed that he still have five minutes before he gave up...Might as well enjoy that time with a beautiful women, right? "Whatcha reading?
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Post by AIMÉE DEPAUL on Jul 24, 2011 21:23:48 GMT -5
© wilmetta !- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -little darling, the smiles returning to the faceslittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Aimée had become totally immersed in the book. She loved it when she was a kid and she sstill loved it now. It was just one of those things that would, simply, never die. She would read these poems to her children, her children would read it their children, and so and so forth. She smiled a little. That was a nice thought. Almost as if Shel Silverstein would become part of their family. A legacy, almost. But to her, these poems were always special.
Not only did she enjoy enjoy Silverstein but she also highly enjoyed Jennifer Lasker White, who was influenced by Silverstein and was, quite bluntly, the next best thing to him. She did like reading older poetry, but there was something about these that she just enjoyed. Perhaps it was the silly drawings or the way the poems spoke to her in so many ways, but whatever it was she loved it.
Of course, she didn't like just poetry. She enjoyed mysteries as well; she had read so many that she believed she would make a wonderful detective. But of course, she knew she didn't have the skills from just reading books. It was nice to think that she did, however. There had been many times where she had wanted to delve into these 'murders' as a detective, like Nancy Drew. But she was a little too skittish for that.
As Aimée turned the page, she heard someone speak softly and she gasped softly, nearly jumping from her skin. She glanced up at the fellow standing before her and kept her guard up just in case. She gulped silently, looking down. She let out an unknown, pent up breath. "Uh-uhm," she stuttered, "'Wh-where the Sidewalk ends' by Shel Silverstein." She glanced up and smiled a little. Hadn't she met him somewhere before?
Even if she hadn't, he was quite attractive. He had a sort of bad boy aura about him and, although it probably wasn't the best thing, she was always attracted to them. She never had gotten involved with one romantically nor did she think she would ever. But she was always drawn to them for one reason or another, and he definitely had bad boy written all over him.
Realizing she was still looking at him she glanced toward the spot next to her. She scooted over and moved her camera onto her lap. "Y-you can sit if you'd like," she said in her soft, naturally sweet voice. "I won't bite as long as you don't." That was her lame excuse of joking around. She was never good at it with people she wasn't entirely familiar with, but once she made a friend she was always cracking a joke here and there. She smiled up at him.
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little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; stand tall by the dirty heads
word count; 465
outfit; whoneedsclothes?
credit; to brooke from caution |
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Post by JASON EVERTON on Jul 25, 2011 19:17:44 GMT -5
Jason tried not to laugh out loud as the girl jumped from the sound of his voice; He hadn't realized just how deep into her book she really was. As she glanced up at him, he thought that the dark haired beauty looked a bit familiar to him although he wasn't certain where or when he could have seen her before other than the two obvious choices of school and work. Maybe it had been both; Who knew? She looked nervous at his being there though, and who could blame her with the rumours of murder going around the campus? "Uh-uhm...'Wh-where the Sidewalk ends' by Shel Silverstein." the girl said with a small smile. A cheeky grin lit up his own handsome face, having read that book many, many times as a child himself. "Now that...is good literature.
[/color]" He said, trying to remember some of his favorite poems from that book but falling short; It had been such a long time ago to him. A moment of nearly awkward silence passed as they stood looking at each other. Jason wondered whether she was there mentally at the moment, or whether she was lost in her own little world; That seemed to happen a lot with nerdy chicks, he had discovered. Though she was far too beautiful to be one of the typical nerdy chicks he met..." Y-you can sit if you'd like. " Jason grinned as he took the few steps over to take her up on that offer; She sounded too sweet to refuse. " I won't bite as long as you don't." His ears perked up at that, much the way any twenty-two year old males would at hearing something that could be misconstrued as sexual. " No worries; I only nibble a bit.[/color]" He said with a wink as he took the seat beside her, behaving as though he'd known her for much longer. Perhaps he had, though it was doubtful. Who could forget such a beautiful face? " So whats your name?[/color]" He said with a grin in her direction, his eyes meeting hers up close for the first time. What better way was there to wait for someone, who he had a sinking feeling wasn't going to bail out on him? Jason didn't know. Flirting had to be one of his favorite past-times, and when a situation presented itself, he just couldn't help it! " I'm Jason. Senior in Business here at the Sorbonne.[/color]" he said as he winked at her, sliding the book over his way and flipping a few pages as though he knew the book better than he really did. Landing on one with a grin, he began to read out loud: A long time ago, when the earth was green
and there was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen,
and they run around free while the world was bein' born,
and the lovliest of all was the Unicorn... [/blockquote][/blockquote] Word count: 513 Poem: The Unicorn by Shel Silverstein Notes: Bahahaaha what about liking unicorns and rainbows again? xD[/size] |
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Post by AIMÉE DEPAUL on Jul 26, 2011 20:01:29 GMT -5
© wilmetta !- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -little darling, the smiles returning to the faceslittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Aimée's eyes examined him quickly. He seemed nice enough, and perhaps could even hold up a conversation. Unlike most people she had talked to, but then again she never talked to too many people. But even then, she hoped someone would be a good source of company. Or perhaps it was just her who, being the extremely shy girl she is, made people not want to talk to her. She frowned a little. Well that was a rather depressing thought.
"Now that...is good literature." [/i] She tilted her head and smiled at him. He didn't seem like the type of person to enjoy Shel Silverstein; but, as she had found out long ago and the hard way, never judge a book by its cover. Although it was a common saying, she found that one as well as others to be very true. Being in various orphanages and then adopted, she found most if not all those common sayings to be true. She never told anyone she was adopted. Other than Eli, of course, but she was the only one who knew. Actually she was the only one who seemingly cared about her life at all. No one else had inquired about her family or childhood or where she was from. Not that Aimée really cared all that much. She probably wouldn't tell anyone anyway; she only told Eli because, duh they were best friends. Aimée told Eli every little detail about her life, every bad thing, every good thing, every in between thing. They were practically related. She watched as he moved forward to sit beside her. "No worries; I only nibble a bit." She blushed. Well wasn't he a charmer. As if she minded. She was lucky any guy even talked to her. Sure she was beautiful, but her shy nature, she knew, made her unattractive. She wanted desperately to change but it was so hard for her. Her ears perked slightly as he asked her name then states his. "Uh, Aimée," she said with a sweet smile. "S-senior in visual arts." She glanced down at her camera as if to say photography. She smiled again. The girl watched curiously as he took the book from her and flipped through the pages. She grinned at him as he began to reading. "There was green alligators and long-neck geese, there was hump bumpy camels and chimpanzees. There was catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born, the loveliest of all was the Unicorn," she recited from heart softly, still looking at him. She blushed slightly and glanced away. "P-please forgive me for saying this, b-but you don't seem like the type to r-read poetry."[/sup][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; stand tall by the dirty heads
word count; 446
outfit; whoneedsclothes?
credit; to brooke from caution |
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Post by JASON EVERTON on Jul 28, 2011 10:35:02 GMT -5
If Jason had known that this beautiful, shy girl was best friends with Eli, he wouldn't have even attempted talking to her; There was bound to be a lot of drama if Eli was involved. He still didn't know what he'd done to make that girl hate him so much, other than dealing drugs and helping Dante to do it too. But, being as he was not yet aware of their friendship, he had no problem flirting with Aimee. It amused him to see just how shy she seemed to be, stumbling over her words as though she wasn't used to talking. It was...cute. He almost felt bad pretending to like poetry, though it was only an exaggeration. After all, he had read the book at some point in time...just not recently.
A grin came upon his face as he saw her blushing at his response; It wasn't something he saw very often. Many of the girls he had gotten to know over the past three years at Sorbonne were more of the type to be obvious about what they wanted, had no problem doing the walk of shame across campus the next morning, and were, in general, the complete opposite of the girl seated next to him. She was like a breath of fresh air. "Uhh Aimee. S-senior in visual arts." He saw her eyes flash down toward her camera with a smile, and it was obvious that she took pride in her major. "Beautiful name. Est-ce que tu es aussi doux que tes yeux? (Are you as sweet as your eyes are?)
[/color]" He said, complimenting her in a question he had memorized over the years. Though he did know how to speak the language, he almost always spoke in his mother tongue of English, typically using French to flirt. Girls seemed to love that. He began to read the poem, only to have her reciting the next verse by rote, catching him off guard. He looked over at her to see her blushing again, though he wasn't sure why. " P-please forgive me for saying this, b-but you don't seem like the type to r-read poetry." Jason grinned boyishly at her, shrugging slightly. He wasn't a liar, and it appeared his folly had been caught. " I'm not.[/color]" He hoped that she didn't mind too much, as he hadn't technically ever said he was into poetry. " But I have read this book before...when I was younger. Used to love it when my mum would read it to me before bed, too.[/color]" A sincere smile was on his face and shone through his eyes as well. They were fond memories, before his father started forcing him into the family business and just let him be a kid. Snapping himself back to reality, Jason grinned at her, abandoning the poetry book still in front of them on the table. " So, what're you doing here on this beautiful day? I'm sure a girl like you has about a million other things that she would rather be doing.[/color]" He didn't know that she, much like him, would rather be exploring deep in the catacombs below the library. It was almost ironic how the two had come together and had something like that in common. Most girls wouldn't be caught dead down there... Tag;; Aimee the Awesome! Word Count: About 582 Notes: I love these two xD[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by AIMÉE DEPAUL on Jul 28, 2011 20:17:43 GMT -5
© wilmetta !- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -little darling, the smiles returning to the faceslittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Aimée liked this guy. Despite his flirtatious manner, he seemed interesting and not many people seemed interesting. Not to her, at least. Her eyes never leaving him, and idea popped into her mind. The catacombs. Perhaps he'd want to try to find a way in and explore them with her. She always wanted to but would never travel down there alone. Then her mind wandered back to the murders. She knew they had just met, but she felt a sort of comfortable trust with him. There was a part of her that felt like she knew he couldn't possibly be involved in any of the craziness that had been going on recently. She hoped the feeling was true.
She pushed a few loose strands of hair from her face and behind her ear. She glanced down at the book, sliding it back over to herself. She closed it and tucked it into her bag. She'd remember to check it out later; as if she really had to, she was sure she was probably one of the only ones who ever checked out poetry just for fun. And it also wasn't like she never brought it back. She was a loyal student. Usually all she would have to do is show a librarian the book as she was walking out and be all set. They knew her, she knew them, there was a mutual kindness with no real conversation. It was simply lovely.
Aimée giggled softly as he complimented her in French. She wasn't sure if that was his native language or not, but he certainly spoke it well. "Peut-être que vous pourriez me dire, (Perhaps you could tell me,)" she replied with a small and shy smile. She loved the French language, not only because she grew up speaking it and took English as a second language, but also because of how it sounded. One of the old love languages, you could say nearly anything in French and make it sound beautiful. The same as in Italian. She knew a little bit, only because her foster father was half French and half Italian. All she knew was that if someone went up to her speaking Italian, even though she had no idea what they were saying she would simply fall for them.
"I'm not, but I have read this book before when I was younger. Used to love it when my mum would read it to me before bed, too." [/i] She smiled again. She figured he wasn't a poetry type of fellow, but found his little statement to be adorable. Her mother used to read it to her, too; that was of course before Aimée began reading Emily Dickinson. "Must be a popular thing to be read to before sleep, then," she said. "M-mum used to read it to me, as well." For a slight moment she wondered if her biological mother would have read it to her, had she not left. Who knew? Exactly. Who knew. She pushed that stupid thought from her mind and averted her attention back to Jason. "So, what're you doing here on this beautiful day? I'm sure a girl like you has about a million other things that she would rather be doing." She scrunched her nose. True, she didn't exactly want to be sitting in the library reading books on such a nice day - but the truth was she didn't have anything else to do. Eli was probably off studying or doing some sports stuff. She had taken pictures of practically everything already. So what was there to do but explore? But she did that too.. except of course for the catacombs. "W-well there's really not a million other things to do," she said with a small shrug and a chuckle. She noticed she hadn't stumbled over her words as much as she had just minutes before. This was good. "I've explored nearly everything except the catacombs underneath this place." Her eyes glinted with wonder and interest. She wondered if he could tell. [/sup][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; stand tall by the dirty heads
word count; 675
outfit; whoneedsclothes?
credit; to brooke from caution |
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Post by JASON EVERTON on Jul 31, 2011 13:59:28 GMT -5
There was something about Aimee that interested Jason in a purely non-sexual way. Oh, of course she was sexy as hell in that sort of quiet and shy way; But from the little bits of personality that had shown through so far, he knew that she was different. Already he wanted to get to know her better, but as a person rather than as a body. Not that he was a man-slut, because he didn't care much to sleep around. He didn't even care to remember the last time he had...gotten off, so to speak. Not a good memory, and one that made him think twice any time he thought he was interested in a female lately. Yet still, there was something about her that told him he shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
Upon hearing her response, Jason chuckled a bit loudly, his eyes lighting up. The last thing he had expected from her was to flirt back, yet it was exactly what she had done. "Peut-être que vous pourriez me dire, (Perhaps you could tell me)." The language sounded so much more beautiful coming out of her mouth than it had his. He wondered if she had been raised here or if she came from somewhere else, though he didn't ask. "Well, aren't you full of surprises.
[/color]" he responded softly with a teasing glimpse in his eyes as he looked at her, a crooked little grin on his face. Thinking quickly, he leaned in and stole a soft kiss, before pulling away with a smirk. " I'd have to say that yes, yes you are.[/color]" It was wrong, but what the hell? What was wrong with one little kiss? A guy only lives once, you know, and if a stolen kiss were to be his demise, then at least he would die happy. Jason, as he suspected Aimee already knew, had never really gotten big into poetry as a permanent thing. There were times in his childhood where he enjoyed Shel Silverstein, of course, and the limericks he was taught in grade school. High school he'd been forced to read several types of poetry and it didn't much suit him, although he had to admit that Edgar Allen Poe was pretty bad-ass. But in the end, a lot of poetry was full of word play which irritated him. Similes and metaphors. After awhile it got confusing and downright boring. Of course, he wouldn't admit that in so many words, especially not to this beautiful girl who obviously had a strong interest in poetry and didn't seem to mind his flirtatious nature. " Must be a popular thing to be read to before sleep, then. M-mum used to read it to me as well." Her hesitation on the word mum went unnoticed by Jason, believing that she was just still feeling shy around him, though he had to admit her speaking had improved quite a bit since they first begun talking. Had she mentioned that she was adopted, he likely wouldn't be able to even imagine life without his mum. Poor girl. " W-well there's really not a million other things to do." Jason grinned as he heard her chuckle. Of course he hadn't meant that literally, but he figured she knew that. " I've explored nearly everything except the catacombs underneath this place." If he were a dog, his ears would have perked up at that. Luckily, it wasn't visible although his interest was definitely piqued. Her own eyes seemed a bit more... twinkly, though he wasn't sure if that was just her opening up more or not. He'd been talking to his best mate Danny about exploring those catacombs for the past year, though it hadn't happened yet. Lazy bum didn't want to move his arse! " The catacombs?[/color]" He said with a mischievous look in his eyes. " What would a girl like you want to do in a place like that?[/color]" He tried to play it off as though it was a crazy idea to want to be down there. But really, he just wanted to know if she was just as crazy as he was. It was, after all, incredibly dangerous down there...but damn did he want to take that chance. Tag;; Aimee the Awesome Word Count: 735 Notes: Sorry if its awkward to read at first. Muse didnt kick in until I came back. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by AIMÉE DEPAUL on Aug 2, 2011 18:22:54 GMT -5
© wilmetta !- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -little darling, the smiles returning to the faceslittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Aimée was having fun just sitting there talking to someone she'd just met, as odd as that sounded. Clearly, she didn't talk to as many people as she'd like because of her shy self; she was always like that. Even when she was a kid, when you were supposed to talk a lot, she never did unless she was spoken to. The nuns always told her that children were meant to be seen and not heard, so she always followed that and it stuck. She wanted to shake it off, but unfortunately, old habits die hard.
"Well aren't you full of surprises." [/i] She giggled softly. She didn't really agree; she supposed that, yes, maybe some things she said surprised or shocked others just for the simple fact that she doesn't seem like the type to say certain things. She was going to say so when she felt his lips meet hers. Stunned, she blinked at him for a few moments. She was most definitely not expecting that, and she slowly felt color rush to her cheeks. "I'd have to say that yes, yes you are."Turning away, Aimée tried to hide her face and the fact that she was biting her lip hard. She turned back to him and smiled her usual, sweet smile, her face still pink. "Why thank you," she replied softly, still a bit shocked. After all, who randomly kissed someone they just met? Well she could think of a few.. 'whores', for lack of a better term, that roamed the school. But who kissed her? No one. In fact that might have been her first kiss since freshman year. And seeing how she was a senior now, it was utterly pathetic. There were many people who just wanted to get in her pants. She was never one for flings, however, and that seemed to turn guys the other way. She didn't care all that much; only when she got lonely and was bored and had no one to talk to. Even then she always seemed to be more content by herself, being outgoing in the comfort of her dorm rather than in front of someone. Like with many people, she was sure, Aimée was a completely different person when she was by herself in her room. She liked dancing around to music, she liked singing in the shower, she liked just being the real her. But with people it was so much harder and different for her. She didn't want to be herself and then have someone not like her for it. She supposed she had slight abandonment issues, not to mention insecurity, though she'd never admit that to anyone. She was fine with only herself knowing the sad truth. Perhaps guys had senses for things like that and that's why she hadn't had a boyfriend since God knows when. "The catacombs? What would a girl like you want to do in a place like that?"This made Aimée stop and think. What would she do down there? It wasn't like she'd go there just to hang out or read and she doubted there was much beauty to take pictures of. She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I've no idea, actually," she admitted. "To be quite honest I think it's more of the thrill that I'd be down there. It's dangerous, and exciting." Her eyes twinkled with the thought of how dangerous it could be. Although one would never know, she loved dangerous things. More accurately, she loved the adrenaline. It was like being on roller coasters - you were terrified once you reached the top of the steep tracks, but after that the feeling of fright became a close and dear friend. [/sup][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; stand tall by the dirty heads
word count; 622
outfit; whoneedsclothes?
credit; to brooke from caution |
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