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Post by jason clark on Apr 16, 2009 2:20:41 GMT -5
 jason, oh, my baby girl, dont leave me here. we all make our sweet miskates. and you're my sweet mistake . oh , my baby girl , dont just walk away. you know im your sweet mistake .
jason sat on the roof of the large school. the moonlight shining so bright everything was eerie blue. the light shone on half of his strong, handsome face, leaving the other side cast in shadow. his eyes were open wide, and he was singing quietly along with the tune on his ipod. poppy was his sweet mistake. he sighed and changed the tunes. black dress, with the tights underneath. I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth, and she's an actress, but she aint got no need - she's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east. T-t-t-tungs... that was better. he smiled and tapped the roof with his hands along with the beat.
he pulled out a can of coke from his backpack that lay next to him and took a sip, the chill sending shivers down his spine. the fizzy part of it making his eyes open wider. he took another swig and set the can down carefully. the chilly air around him cleared his mind. it wasn't very cold, but cold enough for the tips of his fingers and nose to feel either numb or very, very cold. he pushed his hoodie from his head and shoved his hand into his bag and felt around for his beanie. when is fingers brushed the soft, warm material he grabbed it and pulled it out, plopping it on his head and pulling the hood back over it.
his eyes darted around, searching for someone to come and catch him. he sighed, steam emerging from his mouth and dancing around on the breeze before disappearing. jason licked his lips and fell back onto the hard roof. if only life was this peaceful. he could lay there forever, watching the younger students bustle around, laughing and forcing smiles to hide their pain.
but of course, that would never happen. one day he'd starve or freeze to death. or die of loneliness. jason couldn't live without people. more specifically, girls. he didn't have a girlfriend, and hated it. he wanted someone to hold in his arms. but he hadn't really talked to anyone here yet, because he only arrived at the school a few hours ago. if it were daytime, he would be running around, happy and laughing with his new friends. but night always brought emptiness to him.
jason on the outside, he thought, is alot different to jason on the inside. on the outside there is the trouble-free, sexy strong man who everyone wanted to be. on the inside, there was all that stuff, but longing for many things he was ashamed to admit. he was ashamed to think of it. to most, relaxing meant some beautiful, tropical island, so being on the roof was his beautiful, tropical island.
well, not the beautifully part. the roof may show the beautiful grounds bellow, but it itself needed some work done. it was very old, jason could see that, and it appeared to him that because you could not see it from bellow, what was the point of keeping it looking nice? the teachers seem to believe that the students never come up to the roof, and dont see how crappy it looks. so if their parents dont see or the students dont complain, then why bother?
well. that was stupid. jason heard a clatter and looked up, not bothering to sit up. probably just an owl or something he told himself. though he did hope it was a student. he needed to talk to someone. he felt lonely already. he remembered what his dad had said before jason left "dont get caught up in a mess. and if you want to cheat, dont get caught" jason knew his dad knew about his ways. though his mother still though of him as the sweet, well mannered boy she loved.
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Post by ashley cortez on Apr 16, 2009 3:13:46 GMT -5
 take this time to realiseT H A T Y O U A L W A Y S S H U T Y O U R E Y E S !
ash hummed quietly to herself, her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, her old trainers padding lightly against the floor. so what if she was meant to be in her dormitory? she couldn't sleep, and it wasn't like there were mass-murderers and hungry wolves patrolling the corridors after dark. she stuck a hand into her jeans pocket, but came up with nothing. ah well, she wasn't hungry yet. she'd been walking up and down for ages now, and she was still bored. wish i'd brought my guitar with me. i could just find an empty classroom or something, no-one'd hear.
it was a good half an hour before she found the stairs to the roof. she hadn't been bothering to notice where she was - she didn't remember climbing up or down any stairs, so the fact that she was on the top floor came as a surprise. hell, why not? it couldn't be more boring up there than in here. she climbed the stairs, still looking at her feet with her hands in her pockets. none of the teachers believed students even went up here, no-one was going to see her.
she opened the door at the top and took a breath of cold night air. not exactly fresh, being in the middle of the city, but still nice. ash looked up, staring out at the view. the grounds of paa were below her, a couple of storeys down, and the bright lights of paris stretched as far as she could see on all sides. if she squinted, she could see the eiffel tower in the distance. she took another deep breath, looking round the rooftop. it, unlike the rest of the school, was ugly, flat and concrete, covered in bird droppings. but still, it was pretty relaxing.
there was a boy not too far away from her, sitting on the cold grey floor with an ipod. crap, wish i'd brought mine. he was looking in her direction, but it was too dark to see if he'd actually spotted her. "hey," she said, the volume of her own voice surprising her after so much silence.
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Post by jason clark on Apr 16, 2009 3:26:29 GMT -5
jason, oh, my baby girl, dont leave me here. we all make our sweet miskates. and you're my sweet mistake . oh , my baby girl , dont just walk away. you know im your sweet mistake .
jason wondered how his mother could be so light headed. yes, mom. i'm eighteen, still a virgin and have never tasted alcohol. he smiled, shaking his head. how his sweet, pretty mother was so gullable, he did not know. she wasn't very smart, but dad was. ever since he hit fourteen, dad was warned him about sex and all that crap. jason listened, but he didn't really care. the song ended, flipping to a new one. he jumped as the song pounded throguh his headphones.
im in the buissiness of misery lets take it from the top, shes got a body like an hourglass its ticking like a clock. its a matter of time before we all run out, when i thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth. i waite-"hey," it was a sweet, cheeky voice that interupted his thoughts. jason jumped. that wasn't how the song went. it took him a while to register what happened. he looked more intently at the direction the words had come from.
squinting, he saw a figure. female, very short. she had flaming red hair that didn't pass her shoulders, large hazel eyes and pale skin. she was pretty from where he lay. he smiled and nodded at her, motioning with his hand for her to sit next to him. he sat up and opened his mouth. nothing came out. he grabbed his can and took a swig, downing it. the fiz madde his eyes water. "hey, come over here"
his voice compared to hers, was deep and more mature, but still welcoming. she looked around sixteen, maybe younger. but definatly no older. even though he was a little dissapointed, it was still company. he crossed his legs, breathing out - making the steam dance around again - and pulled out two cans of coke. he picked up his empty one, the can still cold in his hand, and tossed it over the edge. he opened his and took a sip, setting it down. "want a coke?" he asked, holing up the un-opened can.
his fingers slowly felt numb. he switched hands, looking at the city of paris. the lights surrounding the school, glowing and twinkiling in all its beauty. jason could not see it though. he never saw beauty without ugly aswell. ugly was the large building sticking up from the lights, as if it wanted to show the city who's boss. jason shrugged the feeling off and turned his attention back to the pretty red-haired girl.
[[sorry, bad post]]
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Post by ashley cortez on Apr 16, 2009 3:52:44 GMT -5
 in the midst of trialE V E R Y T H I N G I S A L W A Y S R I G H T !
the boy motioned for her to come and sit next to him. ash walked slowly over, hunching her shoulders against the cold, and lowered herself down, sitting so her legs hung off the edge of the building. anyone with a fear of heights would probably have a breakdown - she was at least five or six storeys upm perhaps more. how many floors does paa have again? meh, who cares. she could see him up close now - he was a few years older than her, and she could tell that if he stood up he'd be about a foot taller than her. before she could say anything else, he reached into his backpack and pulled out two cans of coke. throwing his empty one over the side of the building, he opened a new one and took a sip.
"want a coke?" he asked, holding out the second can. "yeah, thanks," she said, taking the coke and cracking it open. the sharp, fizzy taste sent shivers down her spine. she took a few gulps, the cold snapping her back to reality. i really have to start bringing drinks with me at night, caffeine makes the night a lot less boring. "so," she started, switching hands to stop her fingers going numb from the cold, "how come you're up here? i thought everyone else was asleep. i'm used to being the only one awake."
[[don't worry, this is a pretty crappy post too]]
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Post by jason clark on Apr 16, 2009 7:44:03 GMT -5
jason, oh, my baby girl, dont leave me here. we all make our sweet miskates. and you're my sweet mistake . oh , my baby girl , dont just walk away. you know im your sweet mistake .
the tiny girl came and sat next to jason, who was almost a head and shoulders shorter than him, even sitting down. he smiled, looking down at her, literally. he could see her face now. she had quite light skin. she had a few light freckles across the bridge of her nose. her hair was short and kind of messy, but what could you expect - she had been sleeping, right? she was quite skinny, and jason wondered how she could diet like that.
just before jason thought his fingers would snap off from the cold, the girl took the coke from his hand. yeah, thanks. she said. jason smiled and let his hand fall on his lap. "so, how come you're up here? i thought everyone else was asleep. i'm used to being the only one awake." jason laughed, taking a sip of his drink. a bird heard the racket and jumped, flapping its wings and flying north. jason looked up. "i love my sleep, but i left it a little late to drive here. so i got here later than i expected. i live in paris, but its still pretty far away from here. too long to drive yet too short to fly. so i drive." he shrugged.
a large, bitter breeze ruffled his hair that wasn't already covered by his beanie. he looked down at the girl, smiling. "and what about you? young ladies shouldn't be out here at night. its bad for your health" he said, his tone light and sarcastic. he pulled his backpack closer to him and rumaged through it. on his way he had brought some warm stuff for later. his hand rested on the hot metal tube that contained soup. he brought it out and opened it, suddenly forgetting his coke can. "soup? i think i have a spoon somewhere around for you to use, ill just drink it." he didn't really care if it gave him third degree burns, it was better than freezing.
suddenly, the temperature dropped. getting from cold, to freezing. jason resisted the urge to shiver, but he did hold the container tigher. he let his body get used to the temperature before easing up. he un-crossed his legs and lay down, still holding his precious soup. he looked up, even though it was pretty hard to see them, he imagined the many stars twinkling, adding to the brigtness of the moonlight.
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Post by ashley cortez on Apr 17, 2009 10:25:03 GMT -5
 and i think that it's timeT H I S B A T T L E M U S T B E W O N !
"i love my sleep, but i left it a little late to drive here," he said, taking a sip of his coke. "so i got here later than i expected. i live in paris, but its still pretty far away from here. too long to drive yet too short to fly. so i drive." a breeze blew over the rooftop, and ash pulled her hood further over her head, burrowing her hands deep into her pockets. "and what about you?" he continued, smiling. "young ladies shouldn't be out here at night. its bad for your health." he pulled over his rucksack and started looking through it, pulling out a metal flask. "soup? i think i have a spoon somewhere around for you to use, ill just drink it."
"you drive? really? so you don't board here?" she asked, surprised. "my family's in london - i'm here most of the year. and i'm only out here 'cause i can't sleep. i get phases where i just don't sleep at all. in between them i'm pretty much dead from ten 'til at least three in the afternoon, unless i have classes, and sometimes even then." just as she finished speaking, the temperature dropped. she gritted her teeth and pulled her knees up to her chin, but couldn't suppress a shiver.
she looked over at the metal flask of soup. the cold wind bit at her face, and suddenly it looked very, very inviting. besides, she was starving. how long's it been since i last ate? it's gotta be at least an hour. "yeah, soup'd be great, thanks," she smiled, tearing her eyes away from the flask and looking out across the city. she could still hear car horns faintly, even from this height. ash'd been here five years now, and she still couldn't get used to how amazingly beautiful paris was.
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