WHY;;DO we crucify [ourselves]?

[lorenzobonaventure]

I'm so sick of my heart being in chains

It was a toxic atmosphere, the air thick with the aroma of sweat and perfume, there perfect place to remember, to forget. To rid yourself of the thousands upon thousands of cares and worries wrought in this suburban society in which they lived. Lorenzo's blue eyes scanned the crowd, the mass of students for someone, anyone he knew. He didn't feel entirely comfortable about dancing with a complete stranger. He thought of dancing as too personal, more than simply just the act of dancing when it was with more than just one person, it became something intimate and beautiful, no matter what kind of dancing it was, really.

His light brown hair, done up in a faux hawk, as leaving it down would only cause his forehead to sweat like mad, and where would that leave him? In an uncomfortable state, this much was certain. He wore a shirt of yellow, the front reading in brown scratchy letters 'JUMP if you're wearing a mini skirt', as he was ever the comic. His pants were snug in fit, as were most of his jeans, and they were of a dark denim wash, not faded like a majority of his pants.

ooc;; Short, but ask Ashley: She'll tell you why. xD

[faith]

Ashley puched the doors opens and walked in. She scanned the crowd trying to find a farmiliar face. She sighed, but just as she did she noticed someone. She didnt quite know him, but she couldtell that he was around her age. She slowley approached him.

"Hi" she said with a friendly wave. She looked at his shirt "Aww do I have to jump?" she joked around. She looked down at her outfit, it consisted of a short white skirt, and a plain white T-shirt. Scince the colors matched it looked like a dress. Her hair was curled and fell down her back, A white clip laid in her hair holding the left side back.

[lorenzobonaventure]

Lorenzo looked up, his eyes suddenly meeting a pair as equally vibrant as his, and he grinned coyly, shrugging his shoulders at her playful jest. "Well, that's up to you," he countered. His hands were planted idly in his pockets, and he nodded his head in some sort of greeting, "Lorenzo. Um... Co-Captain of the dance team. Maybe you've seen me around..." And there he went with that arrogance of his; so awfully conceited he was. It was a flaw which was more like a disease, really. Incurable and ocassionally contagious.

He allowed himself a brief survey of this newcomer, his eyes examining her outfit with the utmost, erm, appreciation. At first, he had indeed thought that it was a dress, but after a moment, he noticed that it was too separate articles. Lorenzo tilted his head to the side in slight curiosity, as he realized that she did indeed look rather familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Aw well. No use beating yourself up over something as insignificant as recognition.

[faith]

"I think I would rather stay on the ground" she laughed. She took in his name and tried to figure out where she had known him from, maybe a friend of her brothers, she wondered to herself.

"My name is Ashely" she said raising her voice slightly, the music had gotten higher. She lifted her hands and tightened her pony tail. "I know I know you" she admitted "I just dont know from where" she said think aloud. Thoughts ran through her mind, maybe he was her neighbor at on time in life, she asked herself.