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Post by AERYN DURSLEY on Mar 12, 2009 15:39:51 GMT -5
It was a little past noon when Aeryn walked slowly and silently up the stairs of St. Johns institute. She had heard all about the place from the few students in the office of Berwyn High, the day that the girl had gotten expelled. She had gotten into another fight for the second time that week, but this time she really flipped. She totally lost it, the only thing that brought her back to the really world was the sound of the wailing ambulance speeding nearer.
It was normally hard to tell how a fight had begun, and what it was about. But no one had to ask when ever Aeryn stepped into her old school office. Everyone knew why she was there, and that there was no use in asking her anything, she wouldn’t talk. She hadn’t spoken in ten years. It was also some what of an schedule of sorts, she fought at least once a week since the 5th grade.
It wasn’t her fault either. She didn’t talk for a reason. She wasn’t mental, she wasn’t a Satan worshiper, she just couldn’t stand thinking about what she might do if she spoke again. Karisma’s death was entirely her fault, and people didn’t get that, but then again, most people didn’t know.
She walked into Maxwell Hall, an expressionless look on her simple pale face. ’There just like everyone else’ she thought to herself, looking faintly at each person as she walked by. She couldn’t help but smile a little though, she was finally away from her horrid house, with all of the fighting over her, and the torment of Avery. It was about time she could feel somewhat at peace.
She took a seat in the art room, there wasn’t anyone there beside herself and she hoped that she would get in trouble but it was just too pretty to walk by. She had only her drawing pad and a pencil with her. She took a seat and looked around the room curiously, until at last she found something of interest, a small vase of dying flowers. They weren’t yet dead just a bit lopsided. She smiled and then began to draw.
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Post by STEVEN PARKER on Apr 26, 2009 17:26:27 GMT -5
Steven liked looking at art and such. Sometimes he would go down to the art museum just to browse. He would always get a kick out of all the weird looks he would get because honestly he didnt look like someone that you would find in a museum of art. Psh! Some people. Times have changed, hell he was sure all new age artists had holes all over their body as well as ink. Really artistic and what not. Today though, he was too lazy to make his way down to the museum and yet he was too restless to stay in his room. Some days you just get these urges, actually giving you answers on what you want to do.
Getting up he pushed his bangs from his face, tucking them behind his ear and then pulled on one of his hoodies over the black metallica t-shirt he had on. IT didnt matter the weather outside, if he wanted to wear a sweater he did, which was the majority of the time. He patted the sides of his worn blue jeans. They'd definitely seen better days but to him they were so comfortable and besides they fit his light pink belt the best. When he didnt find what he was looking for he frowned looking around, throwing some things around till he finally found his gum. He needed something to do with his mouth.
Pulling out a stick he popped it in his mouth and then headed out, his hands in his pockets as he pulled the ear buds from his ipod out from the large middle pocket of his hoodie. Placing them in his ears he hit play, the sounds of Blink 182's 'All the small things' played through his ears.
Late night... come home
Work sucks! I KNOW!
She left me roses by the stairs,
surprises let me know she cares...
hmm bam bam... na na na na na..
He sang aloud to the music. He really didnt have a destination, just wanted to go for a walk. It wasnt till he finally looked at his surroundings that he realized he was near the art area. Grinning he turned heading into one of the rooms. Hey its what hed originally wanted to do in the first place and even though this wasnt the art museum, a lot of the stuff they had here could totally be in a museum. Kids around her were seriously talented. Like Ian. He was massively talented. He grinned thinking about how their cover art was going to look like. He seriously needed to get back on that, hed been slacking a lot on working on the song with Peter.
Steven stopped in the room, his eyes looking around, his head bopping to Mest now.
"Then I wonder where you are sometimes...
Then I wonder where you are.. right now.. he sang softly, as he gazed around at the hanging paintings and some of the other works that were out either drying or just for examples.
Then his eyes fell on a lone girl. He tilted his head and grinned making his way over. He was sure she probably heard him unless she was the type to get really in her work and forget everything around her. "hey! he gave smiled at her. Steven had those smiles that you just couldnt not return it. 'whatcha doing??/... oooh.. ooo that looks nice.. he said as he leaned over a bit getting a glimpse of what she was drawing.
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Post by AERYN DURSLEY on Apr 26, 2009 18:06:32 GMT -5
Aeryn continued drawing the flowers, taking her time on each little detail, just like life it was always the little things that mattered. She got deep into the drawing, and even when she was finished she continued to draw, scetching the back ground and trying to immitate the way yht light shone on the objects and just trying to make it look presentable. She was infact a very great artist, art and writing were her passions. She would probably make a very good public speaker, if she would talk.
After her sister death, she would set in her room for hours, and the only thing she had in there was paper and pencils. She would constantly wright and draw just to pass the time, little stories on how she would have done things different. And especially when her cousin Avery began to live with them, it was her only escape from his tormenting. She couldn't stand him, she would often wish him dead and then cry, it's always your fault for every thing, he said, I wish it was you rather than Karisma, he said. Aeryn loathed the damn boy.
Aeryn had very nice hearing, she heard someone enter the room but wasn't going to say anything, she had no way get his attention anyway. She continued with her portrait until the voise spoke to her, she looked up at the boy, who had obviouly spoken. He was fairly older than her, a few years at most. A small smile etched on her soft face, she slid the drawing pad aside, beneath which was her notebook. It was a new one, she had gotten just for the occation.
Her hand moved elegantly across the first line, Drawing silly, and thanks <3 Aeryn looked up at him, then moved down to the next line on the page.I'm Aeryn, Aeryn Dursley, it might look funny but it's pronounced like Aaron or Erin. she smiled and then looked back up at the older man. Her hand moved back down to the page, Whats your name? she wrote.
Aeryn awaited for any of the harsh comments that was destined to come, she always had a hard time meeting new people. They always over react or just walk away disgusted like she wasn't worth their time. By now it was almost usual, she just hoped that this time, it would be different.
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Post by STEVEN PARKER on Apr 30, 2009 17:40:03 GMT -5
At first Steven wasnt sure she was even going to answer him, but then she was moving her drawing pad aside, revealing a notebook. He raised a brow noticing her smile, she had a really pretty smile and he thought she should do it more often. THen again for all he knew she was the type that smiled all the time, he kind of hoped so. She had one of those smiles you just didnt waste by not using it. He noticed the way she wrong, smooth and elegant. Then again now that he really thought about it, that seemed to fit her.
When she looked up at him he gave her another smile and then realized he was suppose to read what she had wrote. He read it chuckling softly at what she said first and then looked at her, studying her for a moment before another half grin half smirk blessed his lips. "You cant talk?" he asked. Well you never know it could be a game. Some people were like that, he didnt mind really, but he was curious to know what it was. Then as he continued to read what she was writing he had a feeling it wasnt a game. IT didnt bother him really, more made him sad. He had wanted to hear what she sounded like.
Aeryn... he repeated. Aeryn Dursley he turned to her and shook his head. Doesnt look funny at all. I like how it looks, very unique... he tilted his head his eyes dancing a bit. "Just like the person who owns it. he gave another small laugh. Steven had a very infectious and adorable laugh for a guy. "I promise that wasnt a pick up line. He pulled out a chair next to her. "Mind if i sit?" he asked even as he sat down anyway. She seemed really interesting and besides he wanted to get to know her, find out why she wrote instead of spoke. If it was because she really couldnt talk or if something had happened and she was those kinds that were shocked so much they lost their voice... sort of.
"Im steven. STeven Parker. he held his hand out to her. "PLeasure. he winked at her. "so... you new around here or have i just been too oblivious to notice you?' he asked. "Oddly enough I find that hard to think cause I just met you and already I have to say you bring the sun with you and thats not easy to miss. he grinned again. He had odd ways of saying things and really he wasnt flirting, not that he wouldnt, but it just was how he was.
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