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Post by caden3 on Dec 26, 2011 19:15:26 GMT -5
so tell me what you want to hear*
[/b][/font] SOMETHING THAT'LL L I G H T THOSE EARS[/size] Daisey ran her hand through her hair, suppressing another aggravated sigh. She couldn't quite under stand why computers were so popular, whenever she got on one she got flustered and felt stupid. She really wasn't either, she actually made honor roll, but it would ruin her rep. if anyone else found out. She didn't usually care about what others thought of her, but sometimes some certain actions she made played a big part in her social life. Despite her good grades, she could not figure out the coding she needed for a homework assignment, and the longer she sat there trying to figure out what coding did what, the more ignorant she felt. Daisey had a very shallow pool of patience, and right now it was like someone pulled a plug and was draining the little bit of her patience away.
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed the back of her neck (a nervous habit) and let her thoughts drift somewhere else for a moment. At the moment most other students were using the free time to study or eat their lunch, Daisey was trying to do a last minute assignment. She had been procrastinated the last week by doing what she did best; playing with other people heads, and on occasion, in their beds. Daisey, though had her kind moments, was best known for her bitchiness and for being quite a female player, also as Chance Withers little sister. What they didn't know was that she wasn't always whoring around after school; she volunteered at several shelters. That was honestly the real reason she didn't get anything done, though she'd soon rather tell the school she slept with a nerd rather then tell them she was helping stray animals because there actually was good on her heart.
Daisey leaned forward again, her manicured nails tapping lightly on the keyboard, she almost got her coding right. That is, until she accidentally pressed a key and her very last bit of coding disappeared. She suddenly felt like throwing the cursed machine "Damn computer" she muttered under her breath.
sick of all the incensere,
SO I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY S E C R E T S AWAYoutfit;;Clicketh
words;; dunna :p
notes;; open to anyone ;)[/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by ryan on Dec 26, 2011 23:36:16 GMT -5
Spending lunch in the library wasn't always his favorite thing in the world, but it needed to be done for him to get something that resembled studying done. Books in hand, Ryan entered the library intent on trying to get this work done, if not, he was screwed. A history book and notebook was all he needed but to be honest they felt so heavy in his hands. He opened the doors, and walked into the the cool air conditioning of the library. He pulled of his green hoody, and placed it on one of the oaken tables in the library.
After minutes of reading, note taking, and general head aches affecting his motor skills, he looked around at the people joining him in this incessant process of studying. He felt like he knew some of them, but most were unknown to him. His glances landed upon the computers, and the girl who was sitting there. He knew who she was, she was the sister of Chance Withers. A very beautiful girl, and he saw that it ran in the family. She was having some difficulty, which Ryan wasn't going to be having. Without saying a word, he walked over, with a few strokes of the keyboard, he fixed the coding. Without giving her time to respond, The jock walked back to the table, and continued reading.
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Post by caden3 on Dec 27, 2011 14:31:14 GMT -5
so tell me what you want to hear*
[/b][/font] SOMETHING THAT'LL L I G H T THOSE EARS[/size] Daisey was thinking of taking the F from her English teacher, as long as she didn't have to work on this stupid project anymore. She often did that with homework, and she was lucky that she made good test grades or else she may have to repeat year. Not to mention she tended to skip, but make up work never slowed her down. She had an urge to bit her nails, but kept from doing that becasue A, her nails cost about $50 and B, that was what her sister did. Daisey literately went out of her way to not act anything like her sister, though the bitchiness seemed to be a trait to both of them. She was about to curse when long fingers suddenly began taping on her keyboard, she blinked. Then she looked up and saw her coding was fixed (which meant her report was practically done) and swiveled around to thank whoever had done it, but he was already walking to his seat. She blinked again. Daisey noticed the senior as a jock, and was more surprised he just left.
Daisey stood up, the click of her high heeled boots softened as she entered the library, and stood just a foot short of where the jock was sitting. She clasped her hands behind her back, not totally ready to bring out the bitch/whore, though knowing Daisey, she most likely would. "Excuse me" She said, her southern accent still thick (despite how much she wanted it gone) "But I didn't get a chance to say thank you" she continued with a pretty, flirty smile she wore often, and well."I'm Daisey" she said holding out one of her manicured hands. "What would your name be honey?" she said, in a flirty tone. She definitely found the seniors looks appealing, so either he was in for a good time or some serious hellfire.
sick of all the incensere,
SO I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY S E C R E T S AWAYoutfit;;Clicketh
words;; dunna :p
notes;; Hope I play the slut/bitch ok, im not used to playing that sorta charrie D:
tag;; Ryan w/ Ryan[/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by ryan on Dec 28, 2011 0:38:38 GMT -5
A turn of the page, and Ryan had changed cultures, from the Romans, to the Greeks. Somehow he found enjoyment in books information, the years, dates, and names rushing his mind was, in a way, fun. He placed his pen behind his ear, and his long hair behind that. His hair always seemed to get in the way, but he had always had it, why fix it if it ain't broken. The jock placed his book down, and put his head in his hands. He loved history but damn, not for hours.
The girl walked up to him, which meant one of two things was gonna happen, she would be thankful, or she would be pissed off. Time would tell. "Excuse me" Oh here we go. "But I didn't get a chance to say thank you" Oh, she was thankful, that surprised Ryan. If it were him, he would be pissed if someone did his work for him. She was acting like she was in a good mood, so they were still in business. The boy could say one thing, she did have a fantastic smile, and a southern accent that made him melt. "I'm Daisey" Daisey, what a beautiful name. Sometimes he was attracted to the weirdest things, but that was just the way he was. "What would your name be honey?" He couldn't help himself, he had to respond. "I'm Ryan, and it was nothing, you just looked like you were having some trouble, just wanted to be helpful.
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Post by caden3 on Dec 28, 2011 8:39:29 GMT -5
so tell me what you want to hear*
[/b][/font] SOMETHING THAT'LL L I G H T THOSE EARS[/size] Daisey was pleased when he responded, that means she could save the bitchy cover for when she needed it, since she figured he would either be in a good mood or an asshole. Either way, she was used to dealing with both. "Ryan" she repeated "I like that name". She smiled just a little bit more seductively, leaning a closer but not so much she would get in his bubble (she found out pushiness could be a turn off) "You know what, Ryan? You can cal me whatever you want." she purred, obviously flirting by now "You could be helpful for other reasons" she said, half innocently. She honest to God couldn't help herself, for many reasons.
Daisey had a selfish habit of doing things only if they benefit her, and whoring around seemed to have its advantages. She earned popularity, and a good time. Honestly the only downsides she found were that she came off a bit easy, and also there where the health risks, though so far she came out healthy as a horse, so she wasn't about to stop anytime soon. Daisey didn't seem to find a problem with being easy. The shallow, selfish part of her didn't see Ryan at the moment then anything more then a popularity boost and a good time, but yet again she rarely felt anything else for most people she was associated with. it was nothing personal, Daisey was just a bitch, and didn't think she would have it any other way. Of course she got way much more good rep. when she acted her old self, but what was the fun in that? Being kinder was so overrated, though Daisey couldn't help but be nicer to genuinely sweet people. She wasn't completely heartless, anyways.
sick of all the incensere,
SO I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY S E C R E T S AWAYoutfit;;Clicketh
words;; dunna 
notes;; Hope I play the slut/bitch ok, im not used to playing that sorta charrie D:
tag;; Ryan w/ Ryan[/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by ryan on Jan 1, 2012 17:32:20 GMT -5
"I like that name"
He could've been mistaken, but it seemed that she was really trying to get in his face. He wasn't completely opposed to it, but he still wasn't really over his breakup with Belle. She was everything to him, and now its now nothing more than the whisper of a memory. She seemed to be coming on stronger as the conversation progressed. It was refreshing to be the one being pursued, but what was the cost. She honestly sounded like she was 1. too needy, 2. Crazy and covering for how she really was around people, He guessed the second option. He still wanted to see things on his own though...after all, she'd be the same after he got her clothes off.
"You know what, Ryan? You can call me whatever you want. You could be helpful for other reasons"
He thought about it for a little bit, and finally thought, 'Well, If she's gonna flirt, im gonna flirt right back' as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh yeah? And what do you mean by that?" he said as something within his body was jumping up and down. He was calm, cool, but inside he was doing Front flips.
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