*/ try to set your ego aside

[Thomas Ambrose III]

THOMAS JESSE ,
YOU NEVER SEEM TO SEE IT MY WAY
STANDING IN THE SHADOWS I HEAR
PEOPLE SAY I'VE GOT CONFESSIONS
TO MAKE LISTEN UP NO ONE SLEEPS
WHEN I'M AWAKE
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----IT WAY BARELY THE FIRST MONTH of school and tommy ambrose was sitting in the headmaster's office. headmasters marsters wasn't even in the office. the assistant principle was. she was a difficult one to work with. she was in her forties. she'd be one hot milf if she pulled out the blonde hair out of her tight bun knotted in the back of her head. sexy blue eyes were hidden behind silver-framed glasses. it actually felt like some foreplay of one of those kinky teacher/student porn videos. but, ms. wolf was a first class bitch. "mr. ambrose..." she said it like he did something wrong and she was trying to find the words to scold him. you see, tommy wasn't really a troublemaker. writing dirty things on the white boards or putting stink bombs in the hall were for the childish misfits that got dropped on their heads when they were a baby. they probably saw it in the movies and thought it would be cool. no, tommy got in trouble for arguing with teachers or getting some sophomore on the volleyball team to do his science homework. even if the school would most likely put any other normal kid on academic probation or something of the sort, tommy just got a slap on the wrist and a detention. paid off to have thomas ambrose as a father. he was very persuasive, and had a lot of money. "mr. card told me a rather interesting story." mr. car was his chemistry teacher. this was what tommy got for putting off sciences until his junior and senior year. now, he was taking bio and chem and damn was that hard. "if it's about his cheating wife, trust me, i know." he gave a little smirk, just enough to let one think. she took the bait. ms. wolf looked taken aback as she took her glasses off, folded them and set it on the headmaster's desk behind her. "thomas. pursuing a married woman-" thomas cut her off almost immediately, he was wondering what word choice she would use instead of sex. first, he corrected her, "it's tommy. and ms. wolf! i'm flabbergasted that you'd even think i'd... 'pursue' a married woman. i know my boundaries. i saw his wife with a much younger man on the pier last night." he knew this because he was down at the pier, where he always was, selling the goods. "it could have been her son, her nephew." tommy scoffed and sat up straighter in his chair. "unless she shows her love to her relatives by tangling her tongue with theirs, i think phil needs to find himself a new wife."

ms. wolf looked at tommy. he cocked his head to the side. "what? what i say is the truth. this is exactly what i told phil this morning." ms. wolf pursed her lips together. "so now you know why you're in here, mr. ambrose. so tell me why you did it?" tommy leaned back again and shook his head, like he was confused on why he was in trouble. "why i did it? oh. you mean tell the class? my peers were innocent bystanders. i had to tell phil what his wife was doing while he was up here grading chemistry labs." ms. wolf let out a long sigh. tommy knew she was trying to get her reasoning and logic across to him. telling him that maybe telling mr. card his wife was a 'cheating tramp' during class wasn't the best way to start a class period. "mr. ambrose, telling mr. card this during his class was very inappropriate. he wanted to drop you from his class. i had to reassure him that you would not have bursts like this again." tommy stood up. he could tell this meeting was almost over. "you did that for me? i'm forever in your debt." he reached out for her hand and took it in his own and kissed the top of it. yeah, he did that alright. she retracted her hand quite quickly and gave him a stern look. "i don't want to see you back in here again. now, go to your next class." tommy nodded and pulled back the sleeve oh his navy blazer to look at his watch. ok, time for fourth hour. fourth hour was biology. lovely.

the halls were empty. class started like, ten minutes ago. he took his time anyways. he was already late- what was a few more minutes? finally, he was at his senior year and couldn't be more happier. although he would admit only to himself that he was only slightly nervous for the life beyond. college was a yes, but the thing was, tommy was one of those guys where his highlight years would be high school. the people here he hated and loved at the same time. he wasn't going to get that anywhere else. if he could be the conniving asshole forever, he could live with that. tommy reached his classroom. the door was closed. turning the knob, he swung it wide open quickly, because tommy only did loud entrances. sure enough, once he passed the threshold, eighty percent of the kids turned their heads to look at him. including his teacher, mrs. hunt. "thomas, so glad you could finally join us." "it's tommy." he automatically said, two words he always used when someone called him thomas. "thomas is my father's name." mrs. hunt looked at him, like she was bored and really didn't care. she decided to ignore him entirely as he took his seat. "as i was saying, you'll have partners for this project. partners i'll give to you. oh i know! life sucks and you can't stand not talking to your friends for an hour." the last remark was because of all the groans that arose in the classroom once mrs. hunt said she's picking the partners. oh, but the joys of having a last name that started with 'a'. tommy was the second name to be called. "tommy, you're paired with catherine rose." who the fuck was catherine rose? yeah, in school for a couple weeks and he barely knew anyone in the class room. biology. what did you expect? he started looking around the room to see a girl's hand pointed up and looking at him. ohhh. it was cat. that feisty chick he met online a couple nights prior. once ms. hunt finishing the partners, tommy got up and joined cat over by her table. "well, hey there sexy. didn't know you were in my class."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, biology room, september 14, 2007
LYRICS, 'no one sleeps when i'm awake' - the sounds
CLOTHES, rockin' that school uniform
TAGGED, cat
I SAY, tomcat!
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[Catherine Rose]

CATHERINE ROSE *


TAPE HOLDS THINGS THAT CANNOT STICK
AND KEEP LEFTOVERS IN THE FRIDGE WHILE
LESSONS LEARNED GO DOWN THE DRAIN
I CAN'T BELIEVE IN EVERYTHING

- - - Cat was angry. to the general observer, that might not have seemed very unusual, because more often than not she gave off a bad mood kind of aura, but to someone who knew her a bit better would know that the mad moods she seemed to almost always be in were just routine agitation at the world's ignorance and that right now she was wee bit more livid than that. ever since her little run in with hunter sinclair, someone officially regarded as a scum of the earth bastard and who had formerly been her boyfriend until he had up and disappeared nearly without a trace for europe, all the anger she had managed to get under control during the summer had been let loose. and, having only been able to spend a little of it while punching hunter in his stupid arrogant face, she had had a hell of time pushing it back down to where it was controllable again. it had taken hours of stewing and punching things to calm herself down, to tell herself that hunter was just some regular old ass hat and that he didn't deserve to be able to get her all worked up like this, that it was pathetic he could make her so angry. nevertheless, she still found herself more on edge and snippy than usual, and things that she had previously found mildly irritating now irritated her rather a lot, to say nothing of the things that had previously annoyed the living daylights out of her. school, for instance.

- - - She had simply said 'fuck it' during first hour, which was english, and let her thoughts roam while ms. whatshername babbled on and on about something cat couldn't possibly conceive finding even halfway interesting or worth her time. she also completely ignore the reading assignment the class had received. probably wasn't important. hell, even if it was, cat really, really, really did not care. if it were up to her, she'd eliminate most of her classes all together, except for the math and science related ones, because those were the ones she actually cared about, the ones that actually had something to do with what she planned on doing with the rest of her life. namely, marine biology. what went on in the oceans of the world was infinitely more interesting to her than anything mr. sexist cow william shakespeare could ever hope to come up with. second hour had been much better, seeing as it was study hall and, having nothing else to do given the light homework load the previous day, she had simply doodled in a notebook absentmindedly without paying much attention to what she was drawing. upon hearing the bell ring at the end of the hour, she was mildly surprised to find that she had drawn umpteen scenes of little stick men meeting their deaths in very, very grotesque ways. it was probably the best work of art she had ever produced, but she had crumpled up and tossed it into the tash bin as she left the class room all the same.

- - - By the time biology, one of the classes she actually enjoyed, rolled around at fourth hour, cat was very grateful, because she had almost lost it after sitting through forty five minutes of all the idiots who were in her third hour class. she could usually count on biology to, if nothing else, distract her from all the incredibly stupid people she had to put up with every single fucking day of the school year. she had sunk thankfully into the class material and pretty much closed everything else to avoid blowing up at the annoying childish antics of the guy who sat in the row behind her. he should be quite thankful she was doing so, because, had she decided to abstain, he'd probably be nursing a very bloody nose by now. about tenish minutes into class, the door to the class room banged open quite loudly and, irritated, cat begrudged a quick glance up to see who had felt the need to be a dweeb right that moment. "thomas, so glad you could finally join us." "it's tommy. thomas is my father's name." oh lovely. she had pretty much forgotten he was in this class. right now she was wishing he wasn't. "as i was saying, you'll have partners for this project. partners i'll give to you. oh i know! life sucks and you can't stand not talking to your friends for an hour." ick. cat wrinkled her nose. she wasn't disappointed because she would be forced to refrain from gabbing mindlessly with friends, she was disappointed because she would have much rather preferred to work alone. in any other class, she wouldn't have minded working in a group, but she was a fair bit more concerned about passing this class and hated having to rely on other people to get a decent grade. when she worked by herself at least she could be positive she wouldn't completely fuck the whole thing up. desperately hoping she wouldn't be paired up with an idiot, cat pressed the tip of her ball point pen into the open notebook that lay before her on her table. "tommy, you're paired with catherine rose."

- - - Ugh, lovely. tommy began to look around the room, a somewhat confused look on his face, and cat rolled her eyes and raised her hand quickly for him and presently saw a look of comprehension dawn upon his face. she sucked in one cheek and bit down on it as mrs. hunt went on pairing up the rest of the class. it wasn't that she had much against tommy at this point, though his dumbass entrance was rather douchey, but she had him pinned as someone who would want to screw around and not get anything done. she could live with doing the project herself, but if he messed her up.... mrs. hunt finished assigning partners and tommy ambled over to join her at her table. "well, hey there sexy. didn't know you were in my class." ugh. "i'm not surprised," she said shortly, crossing one leg over the other and dropping her pen from the death grip she had had on it back onto the table. "but please don't manage to fuck this up for me or anything, because if you do i might have to strangle you with your spleen." now he couldn't say she hadn't warned him.

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED tomcat!
DATE september 14, 2007
ATTIRE school uniform
CREDITS lyrics by matt and kim <3, formatting & banner by me
NOTES WOO[/blockquote]

[Thomas Ambrose III]

THOMAS. JESSE. AMBROSE. III.


( STANDING IN THE SHADOWS I HEAR )
( PEOPLE SAY I'VE GOT CONFESSIONS TO MAKE )

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----IT ONLY SLIGHTLY BUGGED HIM when she said she wasn't surprised he never noticed her before. like, he was some ignorant prick that didn't pay attention to anyone in the class because he was some popular kid and everyone in this lame biology class didn't derserve his time of day. well, that actually sounded about right, but tommy was half asleep anyways in these 'learning classes.' you know the kind. the ones where you have to pay attention or you'll most likely fail the test. now an english class on the other hand. how much do you have to know in that class? there comes a point growing up when you really can't learn anything new in english. it's whether you are good at comprehending. teacher can't help you if you fail at literature. you just use your basic knowledge on those tests. no equations required. but back to cat, it's not like he actually looked behind him that often, so he just never really saw her. one of those high school stories where he never knew she was existed. ouch.

tommy settled in, getting comfortable in his new seat. "but please don't manage to fuck this up for me or anything, because if you do i might have to strangle you with your spleen." tommy rolled her eyes. oh yeah, she was obsessed with her grades or some shit like that if he remembered right. "oh yeah, that's right. because if you don't get anything but an 'a', you'll lose that scholarship, and then you can't get into that college you've wanted to go to since you were ten, which then leads to not getting a good job, and then essentially, there goes you're life." tommy leaned slightly back, nodding before saying, "so, basically, i got your entire future in my hand. " he outstretched his hand and looked at it, rotating it. "no pressure." he said and playfully slapped his new partner on the shoulder. "tommy, catherine. could you please pay attention?" tommy took his eyes off his partner and back up at the teacher. "sorry, ms. hunt. it's all your's." ms. hunt went back down to pick up some papers, "thank you. as i was saying. you will be making a life-size human drawing and labeling all the digestive organs involved in it." she was walking up their aisle and gave them a piece of paper. ha, it would be like as kids, when you outlined each other with chalk on the sidewalk. that was easy. did cat have no faith in him?

"i call outlining your body," he whispered to her so the the teacher didn't yell at them anymore. he never did take school seriously. it was kind of just always there. so he had to amuse himself somehow. so, preying on cat was fairly easy since he knew his entire personality and presence made her mad. guys like him. the rich jerks. he knew he was one. if she was like the girls he hung out with, he wouldn't be acting this idiotic towards her. but teasing her was just so easy to do, especially since he knew he made her skin crawl. ms. hunt continued on, telling the class when the project was due, the following friday. he looked back at his partner and whispered told her, "damn, we might have a problem. i'm busy until next friday." he was grinning, letting her know he was just joking but freaking her out was always going to be a plus for him. but being mean was kind of like some defensive way of dealing with his own issues, because this boy had a lot. his father ignored him, unless it was to yell at him, and is mother? she killed herself, so tommy always felt like he was on his own. yeah, he had a step-mother, but... the house was big, let's just put it that way. it was very easy to not have contact with people if you didn't want contact with them. he wasn't one of those kids that threw a fit over a step-mom. tommy honestly didn't care what his father did in his spare time. so, if it was in the form of marrying someone else, go for it. his mother was dead. it's not like the new wife was competing with anyone.

ms. hunt continued how they weren't going to be spending a lot of class time because she wanted to keep moving forward on the unit so it would have to be done a lot outside of class. just how tommy liked it. this was actually very familiar since he'd done partner projects like this before. of course, when he was partnered with girls because tommy didn't swing that way. but anyways, these stupid little projects gave him the opportunity to invite girls to his place. it was perfect really. because he would already have them in his room for 'studying.' little seducing here and there and he was in. partner projects: the perfect excuse to get into a girl's pants. though, he knew cat would be hard. since she already wasn't feeling him. "so, where should we do this thing. your place or mine?" only tommy could make it sound dirty and the grin didn't help the situation either.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, biology room, september 14, 2007
LYRICS, 'no one sleeps when i'm awake' - the sounds
CLOTHES, rockin' that school uniform
TAGGED, tomcat
I SAY, latee, short, and rambly.
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[Catherine Rose]

CATHERINE ROSE *


TAPE HOLDS THINGS THAT CANNOT STICK
AND KEEP LEFTOVERS IN THE FRIDGE WHILE
LESSONS LEARNED GO DOWN THE DRAIN
I CAN'T BELIEVE IN EVERYTHING

- - - It was people like tommy ambrose who gave people like catherine rose reputations as possessive of an angry, impatient, hostile temperament. actually, it wasn't really fair to lay all of the blame on people like tommy. the fault also lay with airheaded bimbos and stupid people in general, but still. it was partly because of people cast in the same mold that he was; cocky, arrogant, annoying. they pissed cat off and so she acted accordingly and, seeing as it seemed like she was one of the only people who actually realized how annoying everything really was, people thought that she was just being some sort of self righteous bitch. not that she cared, really. given that most of the teenage population of valkyrie was annoying, the more of them who left her alone, the better. it certainly lessened their chances of receiving a punch to the face. so, in a way, she guessed things worked themselves out quite nicely, didn't they? tommy-esque and other miscellaneous stupid people made cat angry and therefore act hostile, which made most people with a decent grip on the concept of self preservation leave her alone, which in turn kept cat from performing acts of violence and getting suspended. huh. kind of seemed like a nice system.

- - - Except not right now. because she could feel that tommy was going to be intent on irritating her and that was never good. as far was she was concerned, at least. especially now, in light of the whole hunter situation. because, rawrrr. it just made her so fucking goddamn frustrated, even if she did have her desire to beat the living crap out of something just for existing under control. she had only been able to do so because she had told herself that hunter was stupid and undeserving of the ability to make her so fucking pissed, and therefore her control probably wasn't something a sensible person would vouch for. and it was because hunter had done something that was pretty much completely unforgivable in cat's book. he had made her feel vulnerable, and then he had gone and given her a reason for her to be less angry, and that had just made her even angrier. she needed that fury because how else in the fuck was she supposed to deal with the whole goddamned thing? grrrr. there weren't any civilized words cat knew of to describe exactly how she was feeling.

- - - "Oh yeah, that's right. because if you don't get anything but an 'a', you'll lose that scholarship, and then you can't get into that college you've wanted to go to since you were ten, which then leads to not getting a good job, and then essentially, there goes you're life. so, basically, i got your entire future in my hand. no pressure." he had his hand extended and was rotating it around as if fascinated by it, then slapped her on the shoulder. cat simply stared at him for a moment, unimpressed. "oh, no," she said, uncrossing her legs. "right now it's probably more about me just looking for an excuse to strangle you with your spleen." "tommy, catherine. could you please pay attention?" cat shot her a narrow eyed look. god, what the fuck was it with everyone calling her catherine? "sorry, ms. hunt. it's all your's. thank you. as i was saying. you will be making a life-size human drawing and labeling all the digestive organs involved in it." good god. why was she getting the feeling that she was definitely not going to be enjoying any of this? cat gazed down at the piece of paper as it plopped down onto their table after being dropped from ms. hunt's clutches with as much distaste as she had been using when she had been looking at ms. hunt. "i call outlining your body." she shot a green eyed glance at him up through her lashes. okay, so he didn't get tired of making the suggestive comments? pity. "oh, but, you know, if i outlined yours, the cops wouldn't have to." she kept her voice down, as he had, so as to not attract the attention of the teacher. and she was, of course, making a reference to how the bodies of murder victims were outlined at a crime scene. clever, yes? she was almost kind of proud of it. "damn, we might have a problem. i'm busy until next friday." he was grinning, so she assumed he was joking. he'd better be, anyhow. "wow. you're funny," she said tonelessly, leaning her elbow onto their table and propping her cheek up onto it, facing him. "so, where should we do this thing. your place or mine?"

- - - She rolled her eyes at all the dirty suggestiveness he had piled into his voice. and at his stupid little grin, for that matter. she didn't mind working at one of their houses on this, because, you know, whatever, but she sincerely hoped he didn't think he'd be able to try anything on her. or he'd be a lot more stupid than she gave him credit for. she lifted her head up off of its perch on her fist and shrugged. "i don't care. you're going to be annoying no matter where we do this thing, right? you can pick." she kicked the leg of her chair lightly a couple of times absentmindedly with the heel of her shoe. "oh, but at my house, if we're in my room my dad says i'm supposed to keep the door open and we're not allowed to have sex." she kept her tone bone dry, toneless and bored. her father had indeed actually laid down those ground rules for her the first time she had had a boy over at the house. she didn't really care, though, because, if the moment in which she felt like having sex with a boy in her room ever were to arise, she wasn't going to give a crap about anything her father said.

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED tomcat!
DATE september 14, 2007
ATTIRE school uniform
CREDITS lyrics by matt and kim <3, formatting & banner by me
NOTES WOO[/blockquote]

[Thomas Ambrose III]

THOMAS. JESSE. AMBROSE. III.


( STANDING IN THE SHADOWS I HEAR )
( PEOPLE SAY I'VE GOT CONFESSIONS TO MAKE )

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----WHY DID SUCH GOOD GIRLS intrigue tommy so much? maybe because he didn't like how... headstrong and perfect they tried to give off. didn't set well with him. he just wanted to violate that somehow. mess it all up, have his way with them. only later, would he discard them on the side of the road, because soon they would become just like any other of the girls he usually hung around. so, it would bore him and he'd want to find a new smart girl to mess with. tommy was hardly a religious person but he would compare this game to the catholic lent thing. i mean, he'd have all kind of meat: chicken, ham, turkey, and all those animals. but then, one day (or a friday) you just have to stop eating meat and try a little fish. they are all still animals in some way but on the grand scale of things fish and chicken were completely different, and what would you pick on any other day? that's right, the real meat. why else would god take it away for one day? to let everyone know that they are all greedy little bastards and can't have it all the time. so as tommy was eyeing cat he was looking at her as if she were his fish. pretty much until he was getting what he wanted, everyday was looking like a friday.

"right now it's probably more about me just looking for an excuse to strangle you with your spleen." but at least this fish had some fiesty nature about her. he didn't have to try so hard, because if he wanted to lay it on thick, he would. smiling slightly, he touched his chest. "i know you're dying to touch me, but be gentle." he placed his hand back onto the steel desk, feeling the coldness creep around his palm. he had no idea what ms. hunt was actually saying, nor did he care because he knew when cat wasn't yelling at him, she was taking note in that little head of hers everything the teacher was saying. basically, he was looking at his very own walking, talking sparknotes complete with sarcasm and death threats. he could quite possibly get use to this. he hadn't had someone do his homework for him since sophomore year and he doubted cat would ever do anything for him, but this project thing, hm, not a bad idea. he fake laughed at her police outline joke before saying, "well, i apologize in advance if one of my hands slip onto any of your assets." another doggish smirk and he turned his head towards the teacher without listening to what she had to say, he was having too much fun with the fish. "wow. you're funny," he turned back to her and leaned back into his chair, folding his arms above his head and locking his hands together at his neck. he shrugged as she situated herself to face him. "i have my moments." he replied in and equal monotone voice she had said to him.

"i don't care. you're going to be annoying no matter where we do this thing, right? you can pick." he was about to say her house because he wanted to see where she lived and then well, he knew where she lived as stalkerish as that might sound, but then she continued, "oh, but at my house, if we're in my room my dad says i'm supposed to keep the door open and we're not allowed to have sex." he cocked his head to the side. "well, i didn't know sex was going to be on the agenda. in that case," he said sitting up and clapping his hands together softly so he didn't cause too much noise. "you can come to my house." he didn't do well with rules anyways. so any restrictions at some other place wouldn't be a good idea. he hated being told he couldn't do something. especially by some adult that technically, had no authority over him. and if it was at his house, it was home-field advantage. no unfamiliar territory there. tommy reached out and grabbed on of her black pens on the desk because tommy always came unprepared. "since you don't look like the type to give out personal information, i'm going to give you my number." the normal thing would have been to just write it on notebook paper, rip it out and hand it to her, but he was going to guess she would throw it away. he reached out and grabbed her arm. pulling it towards him he held it firm enough so she wouldn't twist away but light enough where she wasn't going to get bruises and bitch about it. he slowly wrote out the digits on her inner arm because the ink might wash if he wrote it on her palm. after he finished, he put the pen back on her side of the table and nodded. "just call me," he simply said and no more than five seconds later the bell rang signaling class. "later partner," he said getting up, grabbing his biology book and headed out the room without much more than a look back.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, biology room, september 14, 2007
LYRICS, 'no one sleeps when i'm awake' - the sounds
CLOTHES, rockin' that school uniform
TAGGED, tomcat
I SAY, whoa! new face!
whoa! late!
whoa! kinda short.
& thought we'd end it here? where to next? i forgot what their plotline was.
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