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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 4, 2010 14:01:48 GMT -6
Having stormed out of the lunch room for lack of green apples, Vincent found himself wandering over to the library, his bag slung over his shoulder. He pushed open the door and let out a sigh of relief, glad to see the room mostly empty. Heading down the stairs, he made his way for his favorite table, hidden in a corner of the room. He weaved in and out of bookshelves until he came to it. Sitting, he rested his chin in his palms, elbows down, and gazed out the window at the sky. Clouds drifted lazily against the gray sky, rain foreshadowing. Opening his bag, Vincent pulled out a big old book, the pages yellowing. He ran his hands slowly over the fading leather binding. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a small zip-lock bag of gummy sour candies and opened the book.
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Post by *Nicole Adair Wilkes on Jun 4, 2010 21:02:36 GMT -6
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Nyki was tired. That was easy enough to say, as she strolled past the lunch room and out to the library. Books, as full of controversial bull as they were, were what kept her sane in the strange high school. It wasn’t often that high schools had witches roaming the halls, and it was even less common that those witches were.. accepted; well…. for the most part. She hauled her small black messenger bag down the stairs and wandered into a vacant isle between shelves. She sat herself down around the middle of the isle, laying on her back and staring up at the ceiling for a while. Life was strange in Rosco High, which was sure enough. She was about to reach into her bag when she heard the sound of another person nearby. She scooted herself to the opposite end of the isle than the one she had entered and looked about for the source of the sounds. Sitting a little ways off- at his usual table- was a boy about her age.
’Vincent.. I think,’
[/color] she guessed silently- not too certain but enough to know he wasn’t a jock. Jocks were unapproachable, nasty creatures. They were vulgar, rude, and often made themselves the source of weaker students’ ridicule. That was why Nyki hated them so much. They just couldn’t learn to stop; not even when fragile hearts lay in the balance. She growled, glowering in her thoughts. After a moment or two of musing, she returned to her former place, gathered her things, and wandered over to Vincent. She smiled as sweetly as she could, calling to him softly, “ Hey, mind if I sit with you?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • TAG – Vincent! WORDS - 280 NOTES – Respondeddd =) TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos. CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 4, 2010 21:16:13 GMT -6
Vincent had been twisting a strand of his hair around a finger while he read through the old book. He absentmindedly reached out his other hand for another piece of candy when he heard the voice. Slightly started, he looked up at the blond girl before him
Remembering his manners, Vincent nodded with a little smile. "Yeah, sure, go ahead." He racked his head for the girls name and came up with nothing. He remembered seeing her around in the halls before and he could feel a strange energy around her. "She's magic..." Vincent thought to himself.
"I'm Vincent" Vincent spoke as he picked up the bag of sweets and held them out to her. "Want one? There sour but really yummy." Vincent gave another nod with his small smile again.
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Post by *Nicole Adair Wilkes on Jun 7, 2010 8:19:14 GMT -6
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Nyki smiled at him, plopping down in the chair across from him and pulling out a small red book. She grinned wider, loving the little book. It was by her favourite author, John Saul. His stories always made her imagination flit this way and that. She opened the book to where she last left off, but instead watched Vincent with curiosity. He seemed so familiar in the sort of way that someone is familiar when you haven’t met. Sure- she’s seen him around school, but there was something… else that she couldn’t put her finger on. With a shrug, she turned her eyes back to the book.
When he spoke, she looked up, eyeing the bag of candies. “Sure! Thanks,” she squeaked, sounding much like a child in her delight. She reached for a one of the treats, popping it into her mouth. “They’re yummy.” She sucked on the piece of candy, watching him again. “I’m sorry.. but you seem so familiar, I just can’t figure out where from- besides the hallways- I’ve seen you..”
She laughed a bit, very quietly. She thought herself sounding like a creeper with her wording, but she had no other way to voice her thoughts. All in all, Vincent seemed nice enough. But then, anyone can have a mean side; she thought of her own angry actions and her lips twitched very slightly into a frown. Let’s not go there! she found herself thinking.
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 7, 2010 16:01:38 GMT -6
A smile slowly spread on Vincents face as he nodded. "Yeah, they're my favorite candy." He sat the bag down between them and had turned back to his book. At the sound of the girls voice, he looked back up to her politely. He racked his brain, nibbling his bottom lip. "I think I've seen you in the halls before but I don't think we've ever stopped to talk..."
Vincent, remembering the strange aura of magic around the girl, closed the book and moved it up a little farther on the table. The book was ancient and on magic, most of it in a forgotten language he couldn't make out. The title was in ruins he didn't understand. He hoped maybe the girl would be able to recognize it. He knew there was more people in the school that could magic then he knew, but he didn't know any. He knew a group had banded together and called themselves The Coven, but he had never ran into any of them, or to his knowledge at least.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name?" Vincent realized and felt rude, his pale cheeks flushing with color.
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