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Post by miley on May 4, 2010 16:45:55 GMT -6
   the day seemed to take forever. scarlett had gotten up extra early. more like couldn't go to sleep. she couldn't stop thinking! she didn't know why, but every time she shut her eyes she saw graham. that had been a few days ago, her little encounter with him. he was a sweet boy and scarlett was so rude to him. she was just so frustrated! in all the time she had been talking to graham that day on the pier she'd been thinking about her grandpa. she'd actually been obsessing about it. she missed him, more than was probably healthy. she felt like she was alone, completely, and although she'd always felt that way, it wasn't until that day with graham that she hadn't been able to shake that feeling. she wanted to shut it out, like she use to! just walk away from her own mind for a while. though she knew it wasn't possible. scarlett had sat in her bed, in the dark and just stared at her walls. she was so deep in thought that when her alarm went off for school she'd actually been able to ignore it. she never was able to ignore that damn clock! it was so loud that people down the hall could hear it. she wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but, scarlett vowed to figure it out. she didn't like to feel, not for anything conserning her and her personal problems. no, she was a machine, a machine that only processed others' feelings. scar would rather think about others and their needs and fears and problems, not hers! that was what she'd been trying to avoid. it was something she had gotten so use to, so why wasn't it working now? she didn't know, she couldn't think of anything besides what happened with graham. the way he looked at her when she said those words, it killed her! she wanted to talk to him, tell him how incredibly sorry she was, but, she hadn't been able to see him. she'd been at school-now knowing it was his school too-but still she couldn't find him!
what did he do, disappear? she thought as she walked down the hallway from her last class. she had free period right now, and although she didn't want any alone time now, she still had to do something for the time being. the only thing she could think about doing was talking to graham. she didn't have anything else on her mind, just him. it at least stopped her from thinking of more pressing issues, like her grandfather. scar caught herself absentmindedly looking around, searching for graham. surely he was in the hallway at passing period, right? well, no, not one sign of him. he was just gone. in the back of scarlett's mind she couldn't help but think that his absents-or avoidance-was because of her. because she had to open her mouth and say that to him and make him walk away. she still was beating herself up about what happened that day at the pier. how something like that came out of her mouth she still wasn't sure. scarlett was the school sweet heart, she didn't bad mouth people, or talk back to her elders. she was just your average, supper peppy and happy little girl. sure she was faking it, but that was beside the point. as long as everyone else believed she was happy, then that was good enough, maybe if she convinced enough people she might be able to convince herself. yeah, fat chance, not when she thought like this. guilt and shame for being so rude to graham kept creeping up. she couldn't stop it; knowing the only way to fix it would be to talk to graham once again and redeem herself. yeah, that is if she could ever find him.
scarlett pushed passed the double doors of the school. she thought about going back to her dorm and just taking a nap. sure it would be a quick little one, but it was better than wanting to fall over from not getting any sleep. but, that thought quickly faded as she stepped into the school's courtyard. she loved the courtyard, it was just a big place, full of large trees and shade. the best place in valkyrie high. she remembered the times she spent under those trees, just reading, keeping herself from dying in the blistering hot sun. she loved how quiet the courtyard could be. though, sometimes there were the occasional groups of friends that stop by and make a scene or just loved talking on their cell phones. either way she still enjoyed the shade, something talking couldn't ruin, for once. taking a deep breath, filling her lungs with the clean, hot air, before walking over to her favorite tree. it was the largest of them all. sitting right in the center of the courtyard, with the biggest leaves and most shade. luckily scar was alone. she hated sharing this tree with someone. well, unless that someone was willing to talk. which, most of the time, they weren't. scarlett dropped her bag down next to the large trunk; soon joining it. she placed her body up against the trunk, and laid her head on the trunk. she took nice, even, calming breaths, trying to relieve herself from the tension, guilt, and shame she was feeling lately. she pushed her silky brown hair back behind her ears before relaxing her body. she thought of what she could do for the time being, as she began searching her bag. when scarlett saw her drawing paper and drawing pens she smiled, grabbing them excitedly before opening it to a fresh white page and began to draw. she didn't have any idea of what she was drawing; just letting her hands do all the thinking. that was better, letting everything but your brain think was exactly what she wanted. it was the only thing she could do to get rid of the ache in her heart. the feeling of suffocation she felt every time she let her mind wonder. but, no more, no more thinking, just let everyone else do it. that was scarlett ross' memo, and a damn good one at that!
WORDS : 1044
STATUS : FINISHED
OUTFIT : HERE SHE IS!
NOTES : THERE WE GO. HOPE IT'S OKAY 8D
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : WHATEVER COMES ON.
BANNER CREDIT : TANA |
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Post by Graham McCarthy on May 13, 2010 21:18:39 GMT -6
 GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALKYRIE ACADEMY, THE COURTYARD, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----graham didn't really know what to think after that afternoon out on the pier. what was there to say about it? some stranger had sat by him and started pushing for him to tell her his life story. though it wasn't all that unusual, you could say, for graham it was downright strange. he'd hadn't had anyone to given a damn about his history...ever, and it threw him off his usual game. not like he would have told her anything anyways, but really? his life story? what brought her to think that it was worth hearing anyways? graham really wasn't good with this stuff. he wasn't the pour my heart and soul out for the world to hear type. you see there were two real ways of coping in this world. there was the version where you told your story and how it changed you. the side where you would go and tell your story to other people in the hopes that it would change them for the better, but none of that was ever really graham-like. he wasn't the kind of wear his heart on his sleeve or anywhere else beside his chest where it belonged. he wasn't the type to walk up to a stranger, ask about their day, and proceed to ask them a million questions about their life. that kind of thing graham left to people like scarlett, people who needed to know everyone's everything. graham wasn't like that. you wanted to keep it all in? that's great go right ahead. you wanted an ear just for listening? he could be that as long as you didn't ask him to return the favor. because graham was the stronger, silent type. he liked keeping his past to himself because in all honesty he hated the pity factor. sure many people would feel it then hide it away somewhere in fear that they might hurt his feelings. they might tuck it away somewhere safe where it would never show it's face again but deep down, way deep down, there would always be that pity for the situation he was in and the person it made him today.
-----school days seemed to drag on forever. it was like the time he spent in classes now was waning, making up for the lost time that he hadn't spent in the classroom. maybe that was the case. he finally had the real life he'd always wanted. well being miserable and cooped up in school keyed into the role he'd wanted for as long as he could remember. damn it you get what you ask for, heh cosmic payback was a bitch. but then again it made those strange free periods all the more interesting. on his usual days graham would walk his butt from one class to another, doing the work to the best of his ability. after all he was about a decade behind everyone else. there wasn't such a thing as proper school for a foster kid who kept running away from his foster family. hell often times he wouldn't stick around long enough to get enrolled. but that wasn't a fear of school or of not wanting to go. it was all about the foster family. he had been beaten to a pulp too many times to give foster families a chance. they didn't deserve them after all the shit he'd gone through. once was a learning experience, the second time was hesitation, after the third abusive foster home graham had given up hoping that decent people would take in the younger less fortunate. so in not giving his captors a chance, he wound up not giving school the chance. though he was street smart and could formulate sentences that would make him appear like everyone else, graham had the intelligence of an average fourth grader. he could read, barely, his math skills were non existent, and...yeah he looked like a retard. but he was here, he was trying, and he was supposed to be spending his free period in with one of the special education teachers, getting him caught up on about ten years worth of classes in one year. fun stuff let me tell you.
-----but as he strolled down the empty hallway with no real destination in sight, it wasn't because he was being irresponsible. no in fact graham had gone to the room he was supposed to meet his little helper in and she didn't show. apparently she'd been violently sick and no one had thought to clue him in. so for the first time since he'd been enrolled in this school, graham had free time on his hands. there were a few options, but as he walked down the outdoor hallway toward some invisible destination it was the courtyard that called to him the strongest. something about being outdoors just brought back the old life. one would think that he would want to forget all of that the loneliness, the heat, the endless walking, the hiding from the police and anyone else equally suspicious, but graham actually hadn't minded the life. though it was harsh at times, brutal even, there was a sense of peace you wouldn't get a chance to see often. graham had looked up at the stars from his place on the ground or on a playground and he would just watch that big sky to his heart's content. so he wasn't completely opposed to hanging out in familiar territory. he took a turn into the courtyard instead of going off to somewhere where he could be productive -the library perhaps?- and stopped in his tracks as the only possibly familiar face came into view at the base of the biggest tree in the courtyard. the falter almost made him stumble. graham turned on his heel, decided against it, and turned back. he wasn't afraid of this girl. sure she just happened to be here now that he'd walked away from her after not so kind of words, but that certainly didn't mean that he had to run away from her. he chuckled quietly to himself, but found his own, smaller, tree trunk to sit beside, kind of happy that she had yet to notice him. putting off the inevitable? probably, but that didn't mean that the boy couldn't try.
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status • finished
words • 1287
tagged • scarlett !
clothes • click (+ school blazer) (- hat)
listening to • secrets - onerepublic.
notes • i really apologize for how late this is. this past week has been about nothing more than finals and papers that were due. i couldn't spare the time for posts. but yours is the first coming out, if that makes up for it in the slightest -end rant/excuses-.
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Post by miley on May 16, 2010 12:58:57 GMT -6
Scarlett had been drawing since she was young, almost seven. but, it wasn't until she was ten, when she started to really get serious about it. she loved drawing, it was kind of like a relief. draw whatever you're feeling. which, sure came in handy when she needed it. but, it was also something she tried to avoid as much as possible. she loves drawing, but, when she really thinks about what she wants to draw, it always brings out feelings that she doesn't want to have. like guilt. which, was the first part of her drawing. it was like a scene. two young people, on a bench. one with dark hair, and one with long brown hair. she was facing him, he wasn't really looking at her, just out in the pier. when she was drawing she never really thought beyond feeling relief. she was just glad that something in her life could dull the feelings in side. lord, knows she doesn't have someone else that could keep the feelings away.
as she drew her mind wondered back to graham. she didn't know why until she really began to focus on the picture. there in her picture was herself and graham. just like the day she was at the pier. that was when she felt a flutter in her stomach. she began to remember all that happened that day. all the feelings she had then came back to her full fold. without closing the book, she placed it back in her book bag frantically. moving it from her site. she wasn't sure if that would change anything she was feeling at the moment, but it would be much easier if she weren't looking at the picture to remind her of it. she stared blankly at her bag, trying to wash away her thoughts. scarlett wasn't exactly sure how long she was sitting there for before she finally looked back up. but, when she did, she kind of wished she hadn't. sitting at a smaller tree was graham. her eyes widened in shock, as well as fear. she began contemplating whether or not she should square their little fight or just walk away. but, she also knew that if she didn't take this opportunity to fix this, then she most likely would never get another chance. it wasn't like he was the easiest person to find!
scarlett pushed back her hair nervously before packing up her drawing pens and headed over to him. on her way she worried about what she could say to fix this. 'oh, i'm sorry i was being a complete and total bitch to you when you didn't deserve it. just because i couldn't get information out of you?' no, that wouldn't go over to well. scarlett walked causiously over to graham. she wasn't sure if he would even listen, but she was determined to make this right. he should know that she wasn't like that all the time. it should know that she could be his friend, and not his enemy. she wanted to be his friend. she wanted him to have someone to talk to, when he was ready of course. she now knew she couldn't force his hand. at least, not quite yet. she'd have to give him time. something she could do. all she had to have was patience. she could do that.
scarlett stopped right in front of graham. she tried to smile the best of her ability. she wasn't quite sure how convincing she was. but, she had to at least try. no need in looking as nervous as she felt. she bit her bottom lip. "hey." she said quietly. she was sure he heard, but, she cleared her throat anyway. she felt a tightness to it; uncomfortable. "you mind if we talk." she asked sheepishly. scar swallowed hard. though it didn't cure the tightness in her throat it did help relieve it slightly. taking a deep breath scarlett sat down where she stood. she sat right in front of graham, trying to keep eye contact as well as possible without turning red and breaking down. she didn't want to seem any more weird to him than she was sure she already did. with that she slowly slid her bag off of her shoulders while she sheepishly looked at him. almost as if asking him if it were okay. once again she pushed back her hair nervously before looking down at her hands. she intertwined them nervously as well as concentrated as best as she could on keeping her voice even. "Look graham." she said, finally looking up at him again. "i just really wanted to say." she said, releasing her hands and continued, "that....I'm really, really sorry about what happened at the pier the other day." she retorted, flailing her arm. she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. as she did so, she smiled slightly, trying her best to convince him how sincere she really was.
WORDS : 831
STATUS : FINISHED
OUTFIT : HERE SHE IS!
NOTES : THAT'S OKAY. I UNDERSTAND. SORRY IT'S SO SHORT. I GUESS MY MUSE IS LOW. LOL.
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : WHATEVER COMES ON.
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Post by Graham McCarthy on May 19, 2010 19:38:18 GMT -6
GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALKYRIE ACADEMY, THE COURTYARD, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----graham couldn't say much for his own personality. he'd never really gotten the chance to really learn who he was. now granted that was a hard thing to do in between beatings, running away from home, staying out of police custody, and all of that. one thing he did learn was the he was street smart. graham, even though not testable by academic standards, was a smart kid. he knew the streets like the back of his hand and he could tell the cities to stay out of from the ones that would give him the least amount of trouble. he knew which places were too populated, which places he would get noticed in the easiest, hell he even knew when the temperature was going to take a nosedive and he'd need to find himself a suitable shelter for the night. graham was good about things like that. he knew that making friends was practically prohibited, mostly because he wasn't going to be in an area long. he knew how long in one place was too long, he even knew how to hot wire a car when he was in desperate need of a getaway. there were plenty of things he was good at that "normal" societies frowned upon. i mean how many people would judge a person based on how well they would live if they were stranded? most people he'd ever met, and a majority of valkyrie's population, judged people by their means. if you owned two cars and lived in the valks you were well off. if you had three jobs just to keep you and your fatherless child from going hungry, you weren't so well off. but they never judged people by how well they could survive. because in a world like valkyrie, money meant you would, or could, survive. that wasn't really the case. sure graham would be more prepared than anyone if there was a sudden event that brought the world back to prehistoric times, but that didn't mean any of it came to use and when you got down to it, how useful you were in the world determined by how you survived in society.
-----well if that was the case then graham was in some serious trouble. the most interaction the boy has had since getting out of the system was with his new family, scarlett, and any apologies he'd had to say to people he'd bumped into in the halls. of course that didn't happen very often, but for a boy with little to no social skills it happened more than he cared to admit. he was a simple guy. how could he not be? he wasn't one of those kids that when pulled off the street adapt to society like a fish to water. he was a fish out of water, if anything. he didn't like crowds. hell it had taken graham at least a few months to get used to sleeping in a room by himself, on a bed, and throughout the night. graham still couldn't do it completely. he'd been in society for about a year and he was still just about a primitive as they came. he couldn't sleep throughout the night. every possible noise indoors and out woke him up. he was always the first to rise but he never killed time by turning on the television and just vegging out on the couch. instead graham would bypass the alarm system, go outside, and sit on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. he wouldn't sleep of course, but he would just take in the smell, the chill to the air, all of it, and just relive his time spent alone, outside the realm of what was normal. there were always times that he wondered if this life really was good for him. he did stop to consider once or twice if this was really wanted. but instead of the hell he had associated with normal society, graham was in a place that could help him. he was in the kind of a home that would be suited for a kid like him. he was around people who would take their time with him, slowly introduce him to new things, and who had more patience then was imaginable. and graham appreciated every ounce of patience they had because he knew he wasn't making this easy.
-----still it was nice to know that for the first time probably ever, graham had advocates. he had people that cared about him who hardly even knew him still, but who had allowed him into their homes, and moreso their lives. he really did appreciate it and the more he thought about it, the more it humbled him. he had to make it all worthwhile for them as well as for himself. though proving that he could blend into society was mostly meant for him, it would be nice tp give the mccarthy's a feeling of accomplishment too. a faint sound from across the courtyard caught his attention. graham looked up to see scarlett packing up her things. so maybe she's seen him and decided to run for it? who knew. either way graham didn't feel comfortable running after her. he would most likely sit here until it was time for his next cla- "hey" graham looked up to see scarlett standing a few feet away. he faked a quick half-smile at her hello. probably not the most welcoming thing in the world but this was graham's first real "awkward moment" or...more awkward than usual. "uh, yeah...i mean, sure." graham pushed himself up slightly, giving her as much attention as he thought was right for this kind of thing. he pulled his legs up as she plopped down in front of him, waiting for her to start. he chuckled slightly after her apology, probably not what she had expected. "it's alright. i'm not hugely social so everything just had me on edge. you were overly curious but i guess that's just something i need to get over." he said quietly as he looked up at her, shrugging nonchalantly. "don't worry about it."
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tagged • scarlett !
clothes • click (+ school blazer) (- hat)
listening to • secrets - onerepublic.
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