Tear Down These Bricks and Stones (Jussin)

[sarahj92]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=style, background: #222222 url(http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh123/sarah_j512/HONCD/thorns-repeating-seamless-tile-background-thumb_medium.jpg); WIDTH:450PX; FONT-SIZE:15PX; COLOR:#83BAB6; PADDING:10PX; LINE-HEIGHT:120%; BORDER:2PX #000 SOLID; -MOZ-BORDER-RADIUS:20PX; -WEBKIT-BORDER-RADIUS:20PX; box-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000;] no you can never stop it from coming those against me can take off running cause there’s something going down Olivia growled fiercely, wishing that class would just finish. Shop class was her least favorite time of the day, but she had to do it, had to get the marks. As if it was necessary to learn about wood? Bullshit. Livi wasn’t planning on EVER dealing with making objects out of wood; that just wasn’t her thing. Never would be. She stormed out of the class room once her ignorant teacher let them go for the day, and she found her way through the crowd to the nearest bathroom. She spent a few moments pulling her hair up into a perfect ponytail, that sat right at the crown of her head, and curled down in its natural wavy fashion. She caught her eyes in the mirror, black as night, as His wings… Livi’s thoughts traveled to Kalona, and she smiled despite her apparent anger, which was only seen physically through her eyes. Color was everything. Still, she was gorgeous, and she knew it. The walk to the Field House wasn’t a long one, and she grabbed her Combat clothes from the tiny lockers they were provided, and changed into them in the barbaric locker rooms, where everyone changed in front of everyone else. Hell, it was still like being in high school. She loved the feeling of the workout clothes. They were some sort of polyester mix, like a jogging outfit, and the two pieces of clothing hugged her curves in just the right spots. She smiled as she ran her hand over her shirt, to smooth it down, and she closed and locked her locker, before heading to the area where class was held. The teacher, Professor Sabre, was no doubt a gorgeous guy, but he was off-limits, especially since his woman was the neurotic “Killer Doll”, Miyuki. Livi had had the misfortune into running into that train wreck in the hall one time. She scoffed at the thought of this girl. Seriously, the freak was crazy, even for Livi’s standards. She shook it out, and watched as Sabre started them on the warm up routine, because obviously, if you need to fight someone, they are going to give you the chance to stretch your bones first. She followed along with the rest of the fledglings, but if it had been any other teacher, she probably would have laughed, or not shown up at all. Regardless, Sabre was a damn good teacher; he was beneficial to her life as a Black Fledgling. As they proceeded through the exercises, her darkened eyes scanned the kids who were going through the motions. She noticed one kid who was rather energetic about his exercises, and she’d wondered why she hadn’t seen him before. He was… all over the place to say the least. He’d obviously had WAY too much coffee that “morning”, or morning for them at the House of Night, since they are “backwards” to the rest of the world. As they finished their routine, she saw the Red crescent that adorned his forehead, and she grinned. ”So, at least he’s someone reasonably tolerable… Maybe.” She looked down at her feet then over at the Combat Professor, as he started pairing people up for their sparring, and training. As the group slowly dwindled, and spread out, Livi realized there weren’t a whole lot of people left in the group, and she hissed a little when she got paired with the boy she’d just seen moments ago, the one with all the energy. She caught his eye, and her face instantly hardened. Olivia should have been crowned queen of the Poker Face. Other than her eyes which could possibly give away her secret; that she was in fact angry and frustrated and a tad bit curious. As they separated from the last few kids left, she looked over at him, and gave him a once over. He wasn’t too bad looking, but there was definitely something different about him. Maybe it was the way that he was… flailing… earlier. Or maybe it was just Livi trying to find a reason not to like him, other than the fact that he wasn’t a Black Fledgling. As she faced him, and started to set her stance, she whispered to him. ”Don’t expect me to go easy on you…”

[Justin Flyte]

Justin Flyte


I just want to celebrate another day of livin',
I just want to celebrate another day of life!
I put my faith in the people,
But the people let me down.
So I turned the other way,
And I carry on, anyhow.
That's why I'm telling you!

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.xXx.[/color] Justin was excited. And not for some stupid reason this time, either. No, that would most-likely come later. Right now he was leisurely walking towards the Combat classroom, having already changed into a loose pair of shorts and a fitted T-Shirt, a satisfied little smirk curving his lips. See, this was one of the few classes Justin actually bothered to attend. Ignoring the fact he died there, which was a pretty nasty experience might I add, Justin always had friends there. And hey, sparring.,, could be fun. Given he was paired up with the right person, and didn’t get his ass completely kicked into next week. Scratch that. Two years and forty-two days from now. Yeah, long time to be butt-kicked, right? Tell me about it. See, Justin hated hurting people. Or, well, girls. And it just-so-happened, that he always seemed to end up with them. And wasn’t it just a little... awkward? I mean, there was a lot of personal contact. Sometimes it bugged Justin out a wee bit, no matter how badly he tried to ignore it. And, nothing against girls, but he’d feel way, way too bad knocking one of them down.

So, instead, Justin had come up with this bright idea.
He would lose. Every time.
Yeah, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. At least he tried.

The fledgling walked into the area where the class was held with ease, sending a small wave towards the teacher, Colby, as he moved towards the back of the room. He knew him because of Miyuki, but kept it strictly to a wave. He wouldn’t want to make things awkward, plus, I mean, he didn’t know the guy well. Only well enough to know he put up with his constant flailing. He respected him for that. Justin stood with a few friends he was with, and being that he was so excited then, was eager to start the exorcizes. Of course though, he went through them with way more energy than needed, bouncing around as if he was high off of caffeine. The truth? This was pretty much his normal. But people seemed to enjoy it enough to keep him around, so whatever. Whether someone thought he was hilarious of fucked up didn’t much matter to Justin. He was who he was, they could suck walrus balls if they didn’t like it.

Heh, Justin loved walruses.

Once the exercises were done, leaving Justin all warmed-up and ready to go, as Colby-er Professor Sabre started pairing people up, he waited somewhat patiently for his turn. He hoped desperately to get stuck with someone he knew, and could actually bother sparring with. Please, please, please. Justin’s eyes followed the Professor’s finger as he pointed towards a girl he’d never met before, and immediately, he let out a little sigh. So, he’d be losing today... but that was alright. She looked like a nice enough person? Justin walked over to her with a small, welcoming little smile, nodding in slight greeting, before speaking. He appreciated that she was really, really good-looking girl, but he didn’t linger on the thought. He was pretty happy with his current relationship, thanks.

“Hey.”

He said, before watching as she got into what seemed to be a ready-stance. Dear god. She looked like she was going to absolutely slaughter him. Justin just stood there, cleared his throat, and cast a nervous glance around him. He really didn’t want to get hurt too badly here. Would he have to fight back? Shit. Why was life so difficult? Justin let out a sigh, his brows furrowing in slight concern. He bit his lip distractedly, wondering what the hell to do with himself. Should he just run away screaming? No, that was too blunt. She might think it was her fault, or something. Which it was. But no big deal. He could fake a seizure, maybe? Wait, scratch that. Paramedics would be pissed when they found out he was faking. OH, maybe he could say that he was allergic to girls! Wait-nope. He had a girlfriend. Damn. Justin was just confusing himself now. He couldn’t run away, fake a seizure, or say he was allergic. And there were his three top things to do when in a bad situation. Ohman, he was done-for. Justin scratched behind his neck distractedly, before sighing. He should just tell her.

“Yeah, uhh, about that... How’s about you do, and say you didn’t?”

Justin asked, a small, amused smile crossing his features as he finished. Would he tell her he didn’t want to hurt a girl? Probably not. Why? Because most girls got all “GIRLS ARE EQUAL TO BOYS, YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE,” when he tried. It was terrible. I mean, Justin was all for feminists and everything, sure. He was pretty chill about that. But I mean, couldn’t they understand he didn’t want to fight them out of fear he might hurt them? Or out of respect for them? Like, fuck. Justin sighed at the thought, before returning his uneasy gaze to the girl before him.

Well, I can't be bothered with sorrow,
And I can't be bothered with hate, no, no!
I'm using up my time by feeling fine, every day,
That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate!

Words: 929
Muse: Meh
Notes: SORRY, DIDN'T PROOF IT. Hope it's okayy. D;
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[sarahj92]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=style, background: #222222 url(http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh123/sarah_j512/HONCD/thorns-repeating-seamless-tile-background-thumb_medium.jpg); WIDTH:450PX; FONT-SIZE:15PX; COLOR:#83BAB6; PADDING:10PX; LINE-HEIGHT:120%; BORDER:2PX #000 SOLID; -MOZ-BORDER-RADIUS:20PX; -WEBKIT-BORDER-RADIUS:20PX; box-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000;] no you can never stop it from coming those against me can take off running cause there’s something going down ”…and say you didn’t?” The boy had offered hopefully. Livi grinned one of her nicest evil grins, and scoffed a little. She enjoyed the fact that he had to ask that silly question. What was he doing in a combat class, if he had to ask a girl to go easy on him? She cocked her head, in mock thought, and then looked back at him, a smile set deep into her eyes as well. ”I might... I suppose I’ll consider it. What do I get in return?” She tossed back at him. There had to be some sort of compensation for her not going all out, especially in one of her favorite classes. She was glad that Professor Sabre wasn’t working near their area, so he couldn’t hear this exchange, though she guessed that by the look the boy in front of her had given the professor, they probably knew each other. Livi shrugged the thought off mentally, and locked her eyes on the boy. She relaxed a little, wondering why she’d never really seen this kid in class before. Maybe it was because she was always too focused to pay attention to who she was against or anyone else in the class for that matter. Maybe she had glanced at him, but it never registered. Who knows? Anyway, so she grinned again, her smirk back on her face, but she was still a little more relaxed, and she stood up a little more straight. She was rather intrigued by what he could possibly offer to her in order to get out of being hurt. While that didn’t help her training much, she’d at least give the kid a chance. At least, put in his plea bargain. Livi decided it’d be fun to mess with him a little. ”I may not though. I still want to hear what you have to say.” She wondered why he didn’t want to fight against her anyway. It had better not be because she was a girl, and he ‘didn’t want to break her’ or whatever stupid bullshit that was. She could beat half the boys in this class without breaking a sweat. That’s probably part of why she got paired up with Ryder, because it might have been a good learning experience, if Ryder wasn’t a worthless mentor. Livi shook off the thoughts, her eyes darkening a little, and she looked back over at the teen boy in front of her. She realized she didn’t even know his name. She decided that if he was worth not getting full training, so he wouldn’t get hurt, or whatever his reason was for not fighting her, she’d remember to catch his name. Muse: Had it when I started... :/ Words: around 450 Notes: dude, if this isn't enough to work with, let me know, and I can add. It is so unbearably hot that I started out with muse and then like... two seconds later lost it... :/ I failed you

[Justin Flyte]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx.[/color] At Justin’s hopeful words, the girl before him grinned a rather evil-looking, “I’m going eat you for breakfast and like it,” kind of grins, which quite frankly, had him a wee bit scared. She probably thought he was one of those retarded little boys that couldn’t hurt a fly, no matter how hard they tried. Wait, no. Bad example. Justin actually had a hard time killing those fast buggers. What? They could fly, he couldn’t. Trust me, he’s tried. Justin fought a smile, thinking about it. He’d had some pretty interesting fly-chasing quests in his lifetime. But still, he could hurt... other things. Like mushrooms. And people, if he really, really wanted to. Which he didn’t... which, was pretty much the reason for his current delay. He didn’t-scratch that-wouldn’t attack the girl right in front of him. Call Justin a retard, but he had rules he set for himself, you know, like no groping in public, or that none of his closest buds could like mushrooms. It was just how he was, Justin couldn’t really... help it.


It was at the girl’s words, that Justin frowned slightly, his brows furrowing in obvious concentration. Ah, so she wanted something in return? Damn it. Justin looked up at the ceiling subconsciously, biting his lip to try and come up with something she would want. He had Fruit Loops and stuff, but would this girl really want those? Or maybe like... a pastry blender? Wait, no. Justin couldn’t give away his pastry blender. The boy’s small frown deepened slightly, before she spoke once again, causing his attention to shift back to her, and how she stood more straight, as if ready to fucking pounce on him at any second. Now, Justin wasn’t afraid. He was just very, very wary. And totally didn’t want to get his face kicked in. He liked his face, thanks.

“Fruit Loops. Lots of Fruit Loops.”

Justin said with a little amused grin, his expression quickly shifting into a lighter, happy one. He leaned forwards a little, whispering, as if not wanting the others nearby to hear him. Which, to be entirely honest, was the truth. It was a pretty sad offer, but Justin could only hope for the best. He paused, blue eyes running over her facial expression lightly, in order to try and guess her answer. Maybe he had to make the offer a little more tempting? Before she could say no, Justin spoke up again, a wicked grin still curving his lips.

“No, wait. Fruit Loops, a high-five, aaaand a muffin of your choice. From anywhere nearby.”

Justin said with a convincing nod, speaking with an odd amount of seriousness, as if they were truly making some sort of business deal. He smirked again, glancing around the two rather discreetly, before looking back at her, and continuing his little shpeal.

“My high-fives are definitely the best around here, and if you don’t like muffins, well, we’ll have to figure something out.”

He said with another grave nod, before crossing his arms in front of his chest, and raising a challenging brow.

“Whaddaya say? We have a deal?”

He asked with a grin.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 609
Muse: Fail D;
Notes: Sorry this suck so bad, aghh. I didn't proof it, and my muse is just kinda.. not doing well. I TRIED BRO. [/blockquote][/size]

[sarahj92]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=style, background: #222222 url(http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh123/sarah_j512/HONCD/thorns-repeating-seamless-tile-background-thumb_medium.jpg); WIDTH:450PX; FONT-SIZE:15PX; COLOR:#83BAB6; PADDING:10PX; LINE-HEIGHT:120%; BORDER:2PX #000 SOLID; -MOZ-BORDER-RADIUS:20PX; -WEBKIT-BORDER-RADIUS:20PX; box-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000;] no you can never stop it from coming those against me can take off running cause there’s something going down “Fruit Loops.” Livi heard the kid say, and she scoffed, then as he kept adding to his list, it turned into a full laugh. So far, she could take up an offer of potentially ruining her reputation, if someone found out she’d gone easy on him, for a high-sugar, low-goodness cereal, a high-five (which meant touching this kid outside of destroying him), and a muffin. The only part of that offer which held any merit was the muffin. That was the one thing Livi was actually interested in. “No, no! Stop, please. You’re going to make me cry.” Olivia sucked her laughter back in and her face hardened a little. “Are you serious? That’s your offer?” Her voice was icy, as she glared him down. Did the kid think she was stupid or something? What half-assed retard would take that offer? Or did the boy think she was weak? She felt her muscles tense up at that thought. She wanted to growl a little, but that was unbecoming of her, though they were in combat class, so it wouldn’t seem out of place. She’d show him weak. She decided she’d give the kid another shot at an answer. She looked absentmindedly as if to be blowing off his first answer, and she yawned, bored, wanting Professor Sabre to allow the class to start their spars. She decided for the heck of it, she’d get herself prepared for a fight once more, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the boy in front of her. “What do I say? Do we have a deal?” She grinned, evilly and laughed sarcastically in his face. “Fuck no. We don’t have a deal. Sweeten it up a little. Make it worth my while. And no food! I don’t want or need your cereal… Besides I think I’d rather drink… Tylenol… or something, than eat Fruit Loops. And I hate Tylenol… Guess what, kid. Try again.” Olivia just wanted the kid to stop messing around. What the hell was he scared of? The look in his eyes said he wasn’t scared of her, so why was he avoiding the inevitable? They had to spar. It is what had to happen. He couldn’t make it go away, but if he picked his words carefully, he could make it less… painful. If she could get a worthwhile deal out of him, maybe she’d go easy on him, maybe. But it’d have to be a serious deal, not this fruit loop shit. Yeah, the kid was a fruit loop, maybe that’s why he offered. Livi was almost curious to figure out what the fuck was wrong with this kid. She looked around, at all the other kids getting ready, and she saw the Professor put his hand up, and she smiled a wicked little grin. A short burst of giggling from the prospect of what was going to happen very, very soon. The giggling made her ponytail bounce playfully, which was adorable with her hair naturally loosely curled. Or so she thought anyway. “What’s it gonna be, sunshine? Looks like you got about 30 seconds to prove to me why I shouldn’t go all out on you, right now, like I normally would.” The smile reached to her eyes, but they still darkened happily, and she got herself ready to go like she normally would, listening to the boy’s offer as she watched Professor Sabre’s hand out of the corner of her eye. She waited, almost with bated breath, as his hand dropped, like a flag, which signaled for them to start their daily routine. Olivia turned her full attention to the boy in front of her. “Time’s up. You’ll find out here soon if I accepted.” Words: 618 Muse: Decent Notes: bleh bleh bleh. Tired from driving back to school this morning.