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Jul 11, 2011 05:15PM
Jason scowled and went to the nonfiction section.
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Myst laughed as he walked away, and went back to plotting.
Rejia sighed, suking in a deep breath
Luke walked in and slumped into a chair,thinking about what just happened. I'm such a..ah I screwed up
Myst smelled Luke. "Over here," she called, not looking away from the door
Rejia sucked in a deep breath, wating for Justin
"You smell like love," Myst complained, but pointed at the door. "I want in there," she said. ((Ask why!))
myst smiled. "Yes you do," she teased, before she turned serious. "I'm hoping I can find out why they would accept me, and not my sister," she said quietly.
"what do you mean?"Luke asked cocking his head to the side."and even if I do, nothings going to happen iccubus' don't fall in love.."
((Haha, I feel like I'm eavesdropping.))
Rejia curled up, waiting and wanting Justin's cool body agenst her's
"Am I talking to you fuck face?" She snapped at Jason. ((Don't get mad at me. That's just her character)). "Its too easy to have a spare key," she mumbles. She turned back to Luke. "They do if they're stupid enough," she said, taking out a flat price of metal with a bent edge.
((lol Whitnee sorry I promised Myst I'd talk to her but Luke plans to meet Rocky in the dreamworld later ...!))"Hey Myst way to be civil."Luke mumbled.
Jason lifted up the rug and pulled a spare key from under it. "You were saying?" He asked her, dangling the key in front of her nose.
Myst snatched the key from him and put it in the lock it clicked open, but there were still three more. She tried it on one of the regular locks but it got jammed. "Thanks a lot," she said sarcastically. "Ya found one and broke another."
Luke sighed."I think I'll just sit this out sorry Myst."he said moving over to a chair but not before putting his dorm key in her bra"just in case.."
"I'll see you later," she called to him. She turned back to Jason. "I prefer to do this the old fashioned way," she said taking out another piece of metal. She slowly turned the first lock, carefully picking it.
She picked each one until she was back at the jammed key. She tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge. "Damn you," she said, sitting down in front of the door.
"Tried that already you little bastard," she called after him. screw you. ((Brb))
((Yeah!!)) Myst contemplates kicking in the door, but that would leave behind evidence if her being there... what should she do. That key was coming out, and she could leave it there either, because then they'd still have proof of her being there. shit...
Vienna danced in, singing "Yeah 3x" by Chris Brown along with her iPod. "I wanna see you tonight!" she whisper/sang. "Very different from Shakespeare, I suppose, but one has to indulge sometimes," she said to herself.
Vienna sang on, oblivious to any other staring entities. The song changed to "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele, and she immediately changed her expression. What had been a wild expression melted, to be replaced by an expression appropriate to someone ripping her heart out.
"No i didnt mean it like.....that..." He turned around quickly. "Stormy?!" He smiled and hugged her.
Kay-chan wrote: "Brady shook his head. Some people are funny. He laughed again."Vienna's song ended and she switched the album to The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack. Then she sat down with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. "Movie's in 4 days!" she thought to herself.
Myst came back in and sat in a random chair, putting her head down.
Vienna glanced up from her book to smile at Stormy. "Exactly! I love Draco Malfoy!" "No, why do you ask?" she inquired, staring up at Brooke innocently.
Myst got up, ad headed away from the people chatting. She went down a random aisle, and sat down.
Vienna was distracted by a poem in the front of the book. She stared at it with puzzlement, trying to catch the rhythm. "Oh?" she said absently. "I was listening to Rolling in the Deep. Can you help me figure out this rhythm?" She pushed it toward her. "The grief, the curse no man can bear...I just can't get it quite right."
((Not all poems need rhythm. *says the poet*))
Anneke wrote: "Brooke slid into a seat beside her and tilted her head, rereading the poem over and over again. "Hm...Can't help you there, I'm afraid." She said. "I'm more of a riddle person, like my mom.""Vienna sighed. "Oh well. It bears a certain resemblance to iambic pentameter at times, but at others it just doesn't fit with that pattern. But the words are lovely."


