| It's been an awkward week (Warren X Vale) |
[28 Jun 2007|10:14pm] |
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Warren sat on the bed in his dorm room, an open notebook in his lap. Half assed lyrics were scrawled over the page and half the pages ended up covered in doodles and strikeouts. He bit the inside of his lip slightly, and positioned the pencil in between his lip and his nose. He couldn't help it. It had been a week since he had spent the night with Vale. And as much as he tried, he hadn't even run into the black haired boy once all week. Even though the boy lived right down the hallway, he just couldn't find it in him to go over to the room and try and confront the boy. What if he really didn't like him? What if he had second thoughts?
Shaking his head to try and get the thought out of his head for now, he grabbed his guitar from the stand by his bed. Tuning it quickly, he played the intro to the new song again, trying to think of lyrics to put to it. His thumb and fingers glided over the strings smoothly, and Warren let his eyes shut slowly, trying to find an inspiration in the song.
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(14 daydreamers | daydream your life away)
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| Untitled (ZoexSenxVana) |
[08 Jun 2007|02:24pm] |
Vana flipped through the notebook in front of her, searching for the notes they had taken last class. She flipped past pages full of Elven text, as easy to read for her as the Latin alphabet was for Americans, and moved right into the "work" portion of the notebook. Finding the blank page after yesterday's notes, she folded the notebook back so the blank page was face-up and clicked her pen. These pens were wonderous things compared to the ink quills they used back home. Ingenious, really, and much less messy than ink from an ink well.
She glanced over at her partner, a small blonde girl with the biggest brown eyes Vana had ever seen in her life. Clearing her throat softly, Vana glanced up at the board for the page number in the book and went to open to the instructions.
"We're going to need to keep an eye on the plants every day," she said softly, trying not to interrupt other tables by speaking at a normal volume. "And be sure to change the water, since it's a small bowl and not the actual lake these are normally grown in."
"You will be expected to view these projects as a team," the teacher announced, drawing the students' attentions to the front. "I don't want to hear that one teammate did more work than the other on this. Plants are alive, remember, and without constant attention, they will assuredly die and you will recieve a nice red F for your project grade. As this is one of the few actual projects you and your partner will work on, failing it is not a course I suggest to you." Casting her gaze around the room, the professor nodded, sure that her students had understood her. "Good. Many of you have different varieties of hearty marine plantlife, as I wanted to give you a wide variety of things to write your final report on. You may spend the rest of class working out a schedule with your partner and reading up on what you'll need to do for this, or you may go to the library and research the plants you've been given. A list of what types of plants you have is written on the masking tape on the side of the bowl. Good luck."
The room filled with chatter, but Vana stayed quiet and looked over at her partner again. Zoe. "Would you like to go to the library and research together? Or we could just work out a schedule now and trade on and off every few days for who watches the plants, and research separately, if you'd prefer." The human was nice enough, so Vana wanted to make Zoe's being forced into partnership with her as easy as possible.
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(62 daydreamers | daydream your life away)
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| Head in the Clouds (Warren X Valerian) |
[23 Aug 2006|12:15am] |
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Warren dragged himself into the library, the buds to his ipod stuck in his ears. He was so run down from working with the band and trying to keep up with his schoolwork. Not to mention that the weather was enough to drive him crazy. During the day it got so hot he couldn't take it and then at night he'd get hot and throw the covers off and then less than an hour later he'd be bundling up trying to keep warm. Shaking his head a little bit, Warren found an empty table in the library, sitting down at it and rubbing his head a little. He couldn't shake the lightheaded feeling he'd been having all day.
At least he could get some work done in the library. Tossing his bag on the table, he took out his math and art history books. He planned to study for his upcomming quiz and finish his math homework. He then took out his music notebook. Hopefully if he could concentrate enough, he could write the last few bits of his guitar solo for the new song for Suiteki. Opening his math notebook and book, he tapped his pencil against the book, trying to concentrate. He had a feeling that going to the library wouldn't much help either...
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| Chords of the Heart ((Valerian x Warren)) |
[13 Aug 2006|12:09am] |
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After spending the rest of the night unpacking his possessions, Vale slept fitfully on the new bed, tossing all night. He was plagued with dreams, some of them odd, most of them with the same shadowy figure in them that kept calling to him and beckoning Valerian to go to him. Classes started today and he rose early for his 9AM History lecture, disrobing while his roommate lay comatose on the other bed. Sighing, he grabbed his bathroom essentials in the basket and left the room quietly, locking the door behind him. Making his way down the hall, his eyes briefly flicked up as he passed that boy, Warren’s room, and for a moment he wondered if he was awake or still sleeping. Closing his eyes, he shook his head, his black hair falling around his face, as he tried to clear the dangerous thoughts. He didn’t know why the guy affected him so much, especially after only just meeting him the previous day. Pushing the door open to the bathroom, he heard several of the showers already going, and steam filled the air, cloaking the walls with moisture.
Oh boy, this is going to be an adventure...
Vale picked a shower stall and set his basket down outside it, turning the water on until it ran hot. Taking off his flame red silk robe, he hung it on the peg outside the stall, and then followed it with his towel. Nude, he stepped into the shower, letting the running water flow over his flawless skin. After soaping up, and then lathering shampoo into his hair, he rinsed off , spun the dial to turn the shower off, and grabbed his towel, drying his hair until it was damp about his shoulders. Opening the curtain, he donned his robe and belted it low around his waist. Tossing the towel over one shoulder, Vale finger-combed his locks, brushed his teeth, and left the bathroom. Unlocking his door again, his violet eyes played over his roommates figure lying there. The guy was snoring softly, and had an arm thrown over his eyes as if to block out any light that tried to get in the room. Yukio he had said his name was, and Valerian could care less. The boy was stubborn and selfish, a playboy from the looks of it, and a pervert. Snorting, he crossed to his side of the room and grabbed the uniform for the academy, slipping into the pants and shirt. Tying the tie around his neck, he slid his arms into the blazer’s sleeves. Valerian approved of the uniform, at least the fabric choices were more stylized and luxurious.
Stepping out of the room again moments later, he had a messenger bag on his shoulder, and his hair was slightly styled, though still damp from the shower. He locked the door, and headed towards the elevator, mentally preparing himself for his first class. The day proceeded smoothly, and he only got lost once, but was able to find his way back without much difficulty. Getting some dinner at the cafeteria proved a mistake, the food was substandard, Vale wasn’t even sure what he had consumed, and when he finally dragged himself back to the room, he found Yukio entertaining several boys, they must have been his friends Vale thought, and he simply nodded politely, clicking on his computer to email his brother as he had been instructed to.
About an hour later after a long letter, and a perusal of some of the latest artwork on his favorite site, Vale decided that he wanted another shower to relax before he curled up with a book before bed. Yukio’s friends were still over, now, engrossed in a movie on his t.v. --something martial arts, and Vale frowned not exactly comfortable getting undressed with them in the room. However he bit the bullet and with only a few catcalls form his roommate, Vale was out of the room, dressed in his red robe again, clutching his basket of shower stuff to his chest. Pulling the door closed behind him, he could still hear the boys laughing. He stuck his middle finger up at the beige door, and then stuck his tongue out too. Sighing, he started down the hall again and couldn’t resist from looking up at Warren’s door again. He heard faint noises coming from inside, and quickly scooted past the closed door. Getting into the shower, Vale let the steam and hot water pour over him, dousing the snickers from the boys in his room when he had undressed and pulled on his robe. Cursing at how he let them bother him when normally he wouldn’t, Valerian smothered the urge to beat at least two of them up when he returned. Exiting the bathroom, he heard the most amazing sounds coming form down the hall. Someone’s door was opened, and music was coming out. He walked towards both the sound and his room, as they were in the same direction, and he stopped short when he realized it was Warren’s room.
Peeking around the corner, he stared into the room, his mouth dropping. The boy was playing a guitar, and Vale could see he was extensively talented. His fingers curled around the neck just so, and for a moment Vale blushed, wondering what else those long digits could do. He must have made a sound because he soon realized that he had been caught looking in, his hair still dripping gently onto his robe in small beaded droplets, the long strands a dark contrast to the bright silk. He looked sheepish, but still that haughty undertone remained, lurking in his eyes and the way they danced over the other boy.
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(12 daydreamers | daydream your life away)
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| Chords of the Heart ((Valerian x Warren)) |
[03 Aug 2006|11:19pm] |
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Tommy February6- Can't Take My Eyes Off You |
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The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, a few clouds here and there scudding across the expanse. The air was crisp and clean, a slight breeze rustling the multi-colored leaves in the trees as a flurry of students walked around the campus. It was moving in day at St. Gales, and everyone was running around trying to get settled in. Orientation had just ended, and now the upper classmen were moving into their rooms, and already taking over the dormitory halls with familiar laughter and chatter. The all boys school was located on a picturesque campus, with splendid landscaping and elegant building architecture.
As the black car pulled up to the front of one of the dorms, many stopped and stared at its sleek elegance. The make was expensive, the model high-class. It was waxed to shine, and even the chrome was glinting with the sunlight that came down from above. The car parked and the driver stepped out and around to the side door in the back. The tinted windows gave little clue as to who was inside, and as the driver opened the door, a few students tried to get a first glimpse of the newcomer who arrived in such style. The classic student at St. Gales was fairly well off, so gorgeous cars and wealth were nothing new. However, this was not entirely the case with this new peer.
Valerian swung his legs out of the car gracefully, and stood, blinking in the sun. He was exceedingly uncomfortable in his new clothes, used to the more casual palace garb, though he supposed even that was more ornate than these civilian clothes that had been delivered to him earlier that week. The jeans were rough against his skin, and the button down white shirt that went with the uniform of the school was no silk cheongsam. He grimaced as he watched a boy and his mother drag a box up to the door of his future home for the next few years, and closed his eyes in disgust. Coughing to clear his throat, Valerian stepped away form the car, allowing the driver to close the door and go retrieve his bags from the trunk. Vale sighed, his eyes staying downcast as he walked around and leaned on the hood of the black jaguar. Everything was new now, he wasn’t quite sure where he fit in anymore.
“Sir, your bags? Would you like help bringing them in?” The driver asked politely. Valerian nodded curtly, used to ordering a multitude of servants about within the palace. As he looked up again, he saw even more people staring at him, and Vale narrowed his purple eyes more than usual, assuming a cold and stoic facial expression and persona. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, it was more of the fact that no one ever cared to really know him, and so he basically wrote off everyone. Vale has father issues, and being shipped to the states for an education different from his brother Liang who was the first born and first to take over, still didn’t still well with him. Cursing to himself really, Valerian took the steps carefully, all the grace of his martial arts training and practice with his mother in etiquette showing in his stride. He knew that the driver, what was his name?…was behind him with the first load of bags to bring in. Vale made his way past whispering adults and boys his age alike, over to the registration desks to get signed in. He was handed a key sometime later, and by being himself, got the elevator all to himself and the helpful driver.
Reaching his floor, Valerian found the room and was happy to discover that he was the first to move in. His roommate’s side was empty, and he quickly picked a bed and directed the man to leave his things there. While the driver went to go get the remainder of his small amount of bags, Vale went over to the window and looked out, his arms crossed over his chest, his now shoulder length black hair falling around his face.
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(5 daydreamers | daydream your life away)
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| RP's explained |
[02 Aug 2006|10:19pm] |
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These are the following couples/charries that will be included in this journal for stories:
Warren x Valerian
Zoe x Sen
Kaname x Xander
Saffron and Sebastian
Rift- Sashi's story
Egami and Mud
Zoe x Sen x Vana
Tussy's-->
Kieran (zoe stories)
Yukio (vale stories)
Eolande, House of Arneth
Sashi
Miu
Umeko
Liang and Vale correspondence
Saffron and Sebastian arguments
Saffron
Balthasar and Esme
Zer0
Egami and Saffron
Egami and Umeko convos
Mud
Silas
Callie
Cristin's-->
Warren
Xander
Oliver
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