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Post by vivienne ainsley devere on Feb 21, 2010 20:41:35 GMT -5
  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- life has its ups and downs[/font] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] “Look, water!” The shrieks and giggles of little kids flitted up to Vivienne as she sat well out of reach of the water or any of its offending sea spray, flip flops dangling from her fingers. The same little kids who were shrieking and giggling were also making it a point to try and sneak up on her with water sloshing around in their little plastic pales, stretching their ninja skills to not only protect them from her eyes but also the eyes of their ever vigilant parents.
This was what she got for wandering to the beach on a Saturday morning, alone: a group of five year olds making it their mission of the day to get her wet, all because she’d snapped at them about being careful where they dumped the moat for their sandcastle. It wasn’t her fault that she was grumpy. It was the day’s fault for having hours before nine ‘o’clock a.m., and her roommate’s fault for waking her up two hours before it was acceptable to even consider getting up on a Saturday. No one needed to do sun salutations as the sun was coming up. That was just ridiculous. Needless to say, as soon as she’d figured out that there was absolutely no hope of getting back to sleep and starting her first full day of the weekend off right, Viv had loped on down to the registration office to demand that she be placed into another dorm room. Maybe it had been the sight of a disgruntled freshman still in her pajamas, ready to strangle the next being that made her morning worse than it already was, that compelled them to comply with her request.
While the secretaries in the office scrambled to find a room to place her in, the blond had reluctantly gone back to her room, changed into actual clothes, and gotten the hell out of Dodge as quickly as she could. The less chance for a run in with sun salutation girl, the easier it had been for her to avoid doing something that would get her expelled.
That’s how she ended up here, glaring at any five year old who even dared get within ten feet of her. She couldn’t fathom how they could be so peppy and energetic at... nine eighteen, as a glance at her cell phone confirmed. She was barely even awake, and she’d been up for hours. Long enough to stop at the nearest Starbucks and buy herself an iced mocha in hopes that the caffeine would kick-start her daily productivity. Obviously, it hadn’t, as she was still sitting on the same beach she’d been sitting on an hour ago, making absolutely no move to get up and walk back to Norrington to see if they’d come up with a new room assignment for her.
tagged: rhett/lesley!
word count: four seventy-two
lyrics: "slide along side" by shifty
notes: sorry for the suckyness. i'm distracted. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by RHETT DAVID SAVAGE ! on Feb 22, 2010 18:51:40 GMT -5
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON in that pretty little head of yours "Fuck." The sky was exploding with pastel hues that could be, by all accounts, considered beautiful. The sun was pretty high up there, though Rhett wasn't sure which point was its zenith and so wasn't particularly certain what time it was. He knew that they'd probably covered it already in one of his classes, but he found it rather hard to concentrate on school these days. In fact, he was determined to believe that he must have ADD or something. Just another flaw. Like right now... His eyes felt heavy as he poured over the text book, but the words just didn't feel like cooperating today. They swam before his grey orbs mercilessly. "Ugggh." he muttered, his head beginning to ache with a dull and repetive thud from trying to focus in on the words so hard. He was going to make awful grades this semester. Maybe even worse than last year. Hell, Rhett was pretty sure by now that he'd still be a sophomore well into his twenties. Tutors helped some, sure, but Rhett knew that he learned best on his own... And if he couldn't even read the material, well, he was screwed wasn't he? Stupid book. Who's big idea was it to make the subtext bright red? That was like murder to him. By now, the text under some dude's face was transforming from Jack London to Jcak Ldnoon. He hated any course that involved understanding reading for the simple fact that there was a lot of actual reading involved. But now that they were getting into famous authors, he'd be expected to read excerpts from books and the like. Fucking fantastic. Maybe he could get an audio book. Hmmm...
The smooth outcropping of rock he was laying across, his legs dangling over its side, was beginning to get hard and ucomfortable. Rhett leaned upwards from his previous position. He moved the book so that it was no longer hanging over his face, acting as protection from the sun, and now sitting to the side in the wild grass that clung to the sand dune behind him. The simple gray sweatshirt he sported was beginning to get a little heavy and hot and so he pulled it off over his head. Looking around, he kicked off his flip flops and decided to approach the water for a bit of a break from studying. His swim trunks were long, though not totally baggy, and hung around his knees as he made his way over to the lapping sea shore. Sun beat against his back, and a pretty nice feeling bubbled up within him as he waded carefully into the crashing waves to cool down. Now, this was the life. Better than school anyways. He could get used to coming out here on the weekends to study. Even if not a lot of studying would be done.... Now about waist deep, he let his hands skim the top of the water boredly. This was one of the more secluded beaches, he decided, casting a wide glance around and not seeing too many people... Well, except for a gang of laughing and giggling children in the process of making a sand castle. Them and a girl. Rhett cocked his head to the side as he saw the kids gathering around said girl and basically torturing her with their cheerfulness. Taking in her appearance, he could tell she seemed a bit pissy. He hoped she wasn't always like that. It didn't suit her pretty features. Sizing her up, he decided she must be a sophomore or a freshman. Younger than he either way. And he could tell she was young from that drop-dead look she kept giving the kids and the I-sooo-don't-want-to-be-here air coming off her. Both were pretty much stereotypical expressions for younger teens. Then again, they could also be for older ones, too.
A gentle smirk playing across his rough features, and Rhett decided someone should probably rescue her before she started killing off five-year-olds. Glancing back at the sky for a moment to try and tell the time - still not working for him - he rolled his shoulder blades and staggered back out of the water. Rhett gave a shake, his chest dripping and brushed the sand off his calves then promptly grabbed his sweatshirt and book on the way over. He wasn't going to bother putting it back on, though. Chances were, he figured, he'd be going back into the water before leaving anyways. So there was no point. Rhett laughed a little at the kids throwing sand in each others faces and filling their small plastic buckets with ocean water. He quickly dodged one that came hurtling to his legs before using the momentum to slide into a seat right beside the girl. It was prompt, and he figured that she probably didn't know him... And, on any other occasion he'd probably not have approached her, but he was monumentally bored today. Maybe she was to and she wouldn't mind someone to talk to. Hmmm... "Hey." he said simply, wondering if he looked like a creeper or not. "Looked like you needed some saving. I'm Rhett..." he told her, waving a dismissive hand at the children.
ooc: idk! okay xD? this post was brought to you by an extreme lack of muse, okay? gosh xD.
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Post by vivienne ainsley devere on Feb 28, 2010 15:19:14 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- life has its ups and downs [/font] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] Whoever this guy was, Vivienne decided that he was officially the Houdini of entrances. One second the patch of sand next to her was unoccupied, then all of a sudden a person - a fucking person! - appeared out of thin air. All in the time it took her to practice a death glare on one of the water bucket carrying kids who’d toddled too close for her liking. She tried not to gape or glare as he explained that she looked like she needed saving and that his name was Rhett. It was all she could do to bite back the sarcastic “Is your last name Butler?” that sprang to the tip of her tongue. Because if that was the case and this was just some sick, twisted Gone With the Wind rescue, then he certainly chose the wrong time and the wrong Scarlet O’Hara to try and save.
“They’re five year olds,” she pointed out in a grumble. “I’m pretty sure I could save myself if I had to.” It was like the animal kingdom, she theorized; mess with the bigger animal and sooner or later it’s going to get pissed off and attack. In that scenario, she was the lion and they were the hyenas slinking through the grass, annoying her with their laughter. They weren’t annoying her enough to get off her ass and make them leave her alone because growls and glares were effectively keeping them at bay.
Vivienne pulled her knees up to her chest and pressed her forehead against her skin. If she was making comparisons that involved lions and hyenas, then something was totally wrong with her. With a dull ache starting to throb in the back of her head, she decided that everything could be blamed on a lack of sleep.
But since he was here, and offering to save her… She lifted her head and shifted her gaze to meet his so she could silently apologize for her pissy mood. He hadn’t made her morning a crazy buzz kill, so she had no reason to take her anger out on him. (Technically, the same could be said about the little kids, but she didn’t find kids above the age of twelve months cute enough to forgive on the spot, no questions asked.) “I’m being a bitch, aren’t I?” she asked, groaning and burying her face back in her knees. She laughed - a slightly manic sound, if she was being honest - because she knew full well that she was a bitch ninety eight point nine percent of the time, and suddenly caring that she was being a bitch wasn’t something that she ever did. Introduce a cute guy into the picture and remove all other teenage girls, and her conscious started to reprimand her for being rude. That was funny. Maybe not “haha” funny, but ironic funny.
Before she could say anything else that would make her seem like an escaped mental health asylum patient, she spotted the book in his hands - and, unintentionally, that his abs could easily be classified as worthy of eating cookies off of (a phrase that other teenage girls had rooted into her mind.) She reached over and tilted the spine of the book so she wouldn’t have to tilt her head almost upside down in order to read the title. It almost disappointed her to discover that it was one of the standard, run of the mill English textbooks that every high school in the country handed out to students. “What’re ya learning 'bout?” she wondered, tapping the book’s spine twice just to make it clear what she was talking about.
tagged: rhett/lesley!
word count: six oh nine
lyrics: shifty “slide along side”
notes: -mauled by hyenas for failing epicly- [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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