Posts by Cammi

[justify]Jackie leaned in. She was listening to her friend with mild interest, but just enough to keep herself occupied. "Really? Why do you say that?" Inquiring about her interest in one of the performers; and his supposed reciprocation of that interest. Jackie was aware that Tara didn't have much luck with boys, and maybe she had read too much into things. To be honest Jackie hadn't had much luck either. She'd only kissed one boy in her whole life, and it wasn't even that great. She could remember how he kissed like an octopus, and how her 15 year old self had pulled away in shock; only to start crying and dash away as fast as she could. Jackie cringed at the memory as her gaze locked on the lead on stage. she only realized she had been staring so intensely when Tara announced she needed to pee. Jackie nodded and took a sip of her beer. The dark brew swished around in it's thick glass and she watched it lackadaisically. Aside from Tara being here and a cute band on stage, the atmosphere was too loud and light was nearly nonexistent. The night was getting boring fast and she was about to take another sip of beer before she saw Tara stumble. A blur of motion, a rush of air, and a cataclysmic accident played out before her eyes. Jackie watched frozen as her friend toppled over. Her drink slipped from her grasp and the liquid splashed onto stage. Jackie was still stuck seated when the lead singer stopped playing and scowled at his shoes; now ruined. D*mn*t Tara! She hissed. She cast a sympathetic glance up at the young man and blushed madly in secondary embarrassment. She noticed he didn't stay mad for long though. Tara began suggesting peace offerings to the boys. She would buy them drinks in exchange for her clumsiness. Jackie rolled her eyes. Did they even have the money for that? The young woman licked her lips while her eyes drifted over to the other three who seemed as caught-off guard as she. Jackie figured she had no choice but to go along with it. Maybe this would be a good idea after all. She sat in silence learning their names. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Nice! She thought. Suddenly she perked up at Tara announcing her name. Jackie sat up and waved at he boys with a good amount of red coloring her cheeks. A surefire sign of attraction, and she was sue John guy knew exactly what she thought of him now. The woman felt her breath catch in her throat and she looked like a deer in the headlights. "Uh, Yeah that's me! Jackie..." As much as she tried to seem calm on the outside, the pained look on her face told all.[/justify]

[justify]George stood behind John. He didn't say anything but a mere wave to both girls. He was glad they could stop and have a drink. His feet hurt after all, and his arms were getting sore from playing. Along with everyone else, George jumped off the stage and adjusted his suit. The brunette that had initially caused all of this caught his attention. She seemed so eager to make it up to them, but he could deal with it. He'd feel bad if she went and did all that for them honestly. She was so pretty come to think of it; like a flower too good to be picked, but one couldn't resist. "Don't go to all that trouble miss, Tara was it?" George stepped through the other boys and to the front where he held out his hand for Tara to shake. "I'm George, but you already know that, I'm aware." he chuckled and gave a cheeky grin.[/justify]

[justify]George took comfort in Tara. Her smile was warm, yet he knew she must have a promiscuous streak. Her eyes were like the ocean, and reminded him of a little sailboat on a cloudy day. It was a simple thought, but who knew it would mean so much later on. He felt his hand slip into Tara's; the warmth of her soft grip against his calloused hands made him a little more at ease. He chuckled at her comment; taking no offense. "Ye I've been told." he replied with a small smirk. "D*mn those strings; always out to get me. These rough hands are the bane of my existence.' he laughed awkwardly. At least he was trying! George hoped Tara could forgive him for the awful joke he had just made. The man's smile failed to break as he took a look around the bar. People had begun to disperse after they exited the stage, and for a moment he felt pride well up inside him. They were all here for their sh*tty band? Hm, job well done boys! he thought. He looked back to the young woman he had just met and only just realized that their hands wee still touching. It seemed she knew as well and before he could, Tara pulled away. Seats then were pulled out and he took one beside Tara in the hopes he'd get to have a nice talk with her. What a charming lady... [/justify]

[justify]Jackie watched the lads pull up a few more chairs and John seated himself beside her. Jackie leaned in towards him; very glad the night had taken an exciting turn. Breathing in every word wasn't hard, and she got so caught up in being sociable that she nearly forgot to reply. "Oh! Us, from Manchester; nothin' special." Jackie laughed gently. She had the urge to look and see how Tara was doing, but refrained only to cast a small glance towards her friend. She and George seemed to be going on well with one another. That's my girl! She thought. If only Tara knew how proud of her she was. Jackie reached towards her drink only to break her gaze once. Lifting the dark liquid to her lips, she took a sip. She'd never been much of a drinker; this she shared with Tara. They both knew drinking wasn't needed all the time. Especially now! These boys were so cute, one didn't need to get wasted for them to look good! Jackie chuckled. "Ah, If only I was as glamorous as an American girl, and I could make it out of here." She rolled her eyes light-heartedly as her words flowed surprisingly well. This was out of character, but jackie wasn't going to think about how well she was doing now, to worry herself and mess up her charming facade. John seemed so casual, the girl would envy him for his smoothness. I'm sure he's got such luck with the ladies and look at me over here; a right fool![/justify]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 130px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]George noticed as Tara cracked a smile. Her lips curved upward and her eyebrows raised to pose him a question. It was an easy answer, yes, and the man nodded his head. Leaning back now in his chair, he reached for the dark brew in front of him. Listening to Tara tell him about her life was both intriguing and a bit personal for a first meeting, but not shocking in the slightest. George's lips met the cool glass and he took a long swig of the stuff to soon return it to the table. The man didn't look up until Tara had finished speaking. Her voice carried easily to the ears and perhaps he only stole a glance now because he could sense she knew something he didn't, and George had no intention of feeding that smile of hers. He sighed and brought his gaze to hers. His lips formed into a smirk before he would open his mouth to reply. "I'm sorry to hear that, love." he paused, "Ah, well these guitar-weathered hands sure do." George's eyes had a look that implied his joy more than the expression on his face. "I've loved music ever since the womb. Me mother used to play the Radio India next to her stomach, hoping I'd get a head start!" at this he would pause and take another drink. "Nothing made me as happy as playing music...It just gave me peace." he said. The words brought back old memories. Memories of his mother's voice; how she could wake up everyone in the neighborhood with those lungs, memories of his school days, and how he was fascinated with rock and roll. The passion drove him forward more than anything...
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Jackie grinned with amusement. "Well John, I trust you keep that promise. Judging by your performance though, I'd say you've got a ways to go." her words came jokingly. Of course the woman had faith in them. They actually weren't half bad up there and with a little improvement, she'd say they were ready to take on the world. Who knew? Maybe it would happen someday. Passively she shook her head, and a smile pulled on her lips while John mentioned the autograph. All the woman did was laugh. She was just about to propose they go somewhere more exciting, when John placed his glass down with a thud. She raised an eyebrow; gaze falling sideways as to find Tara. Her friend lit up and Jackie found comfort in the fact that they had the same idea. Her hands would drift to smooth out her skirt first and study each man as they all agreed that some time out would be of pleasure to the group. John stretched out his arm to her then; palm facing upward and a little motion for her to come. She looked up, frozen for a just a second as she registered the intent. "Oh, thank you." Jackie said softly. Her own hand picked up and she placed it in John's; easily then standing up with his support.
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Nat looked over once he knew she wasn't paying attention. Now that he had a good view of her, Nathaniel stared for a while. Her dark hair complimented her eyes, and her skin; which were equally as beautiful if not more. She reminded him of a goddess; perfect in every way. He finally looked away and returned to his notes, thinking about whether he should give the paper back or not. As time passed, he would grow guilty. He knew she must be aware that her page was either trashed, or in his possession. Before the bell rang, Nat stood up. The class was already getting situated and he pulled the crumpled sheet out of his backpack. The boy was careful to unravel it's damaged edges, and smooth it's uneven surface. Moments later he was satisfied with the semi-improved piece of paper with his name scrawled on it. Nathaniel sighed. He once again looked over at her and second guessed himself, only to remember the moral thing to do and bring it to her anyway. He walked over and smoothed is hair away from his eyes; his big orbs locking with hers if the attention would allow it. "I found this after you dropped your stuff. I thought I'd give it back." He paused. "Maybe you'd rather not, but I was wondering if you'd wanna go someplace this weekend?" Maybe Nat had said it out of politeness to make up for the incident, or maybe he did actually like her. It wasn't a great place to start if he didn't know if he liked her or not, but it was a good enough start. Nat managed a small smile still waiting for a response.

Ella stared at him blankly. Her brows formed into a crease in the middle of her forehead and the girl broke into a nod 'Oh, yeah uh, we should. I mean-- lets go, I'd- I'd love to!" Ella blushed madly. After all her hard work trying to be stone cold and perfect, look at where he'd gotten her. She was stumbling over her words like a calf on new legs. The perfect princess of a girl was now a fool and a disappointment. "C-could you excuse me for a second?" Ella was feeling her body heat up. It started in her chest where the warm feeling spread throughput. It cause tingles in her hands and feet, and her breath quickened in an instant. [i]'Oh no, was this a panic attack?' She thought in a blur. The feeling wasn't going away while her hands began to shake and she hoped Ethan didn't notice that she could barely concentrate; or breathe for that matter. [/i]

[justify]Nathaniel sensed she was uncomfortable, and he blushed. Thinking he was annoying her or something. The boy smiled though as he listened to her response; taking note however of her strange behavior. He could tell she must have some sort of feeling for him after all as his eyes wandered to her motion. Nat's eyes softened when Ari agreed. "Really? Great...Uh, I'll pick you up at 8 then." slipping his hands into his pockets and giving her a slight nod before returning to his seat. The nervousness from before seemed to melt off of him, but he still felt worried about Ari. Nat wished she wasn't so nervous.

Class went by in a breeze. For the most part, he stayed hunched over at his desk; too enthralled in his study to look up or pause for things like a new pencil or a highlighter. Though the class was boring him to sleep, Nat willed himself to stay awake and write 'till his hand cramped up. Luckily he was ambidextrous. This skill came in handy with teachers like the one he had. Mr. Sparks talked too fast, and remained one of the most boring instructors in the whole school according to Nathaniel. The man standing up in front of the class was a 50 year old male, with a sparse white comb over for hair, brown circle glasses that looked straight out of the 80's, and a voice that reminded him of a beehive. Nat listened to him drone for 50 minutes before the bell rang, and he closed his notebook. The boy had a love-hate relationship with school, and as much as he loved learning, he didn't love learning from Mr. Sparks. Nat packed his things up and stood. He grasped the handle of his dark blue backpack, and slung one strap over his shoulder where it hung heavily until he made it to his 3rd period. "At least one more hour until lunch" he thought as he pushed through the door and out into the hallway.
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Ella attempted to catch her breath and she closed her eyes momentarily. She tried endlessly to gather her thought, and what she came up with was one 'Why am I freaking out like this?' and two, 'Get it together, princess!' Ella Stilinski nodded painfully at Ethan."Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I think I just need some fresh air." Her eyes flitted around to make sure no one was looking, and as it turns out, some were. This added to her embarrassment. Meanwhile she was frantically trying to help her panicked state.[/justify]

Nathaniel was already to his next class on the other side of the school by the time most people were halfway there. That was the thing about Nat; he walked fast. Not really because he was excited about classes, but because he saw no point in taking your time when there was a destination to be reached.
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Ella shook her head. She couldn't have anyone know that she was having a panic attack. Heck, Ethan knowing was bad enough! "No, no just-- it'll go away on it's own trust me." Ella breathed out shakily. He skin was paler and she looked absolutely terrified. The girl's eyes darted around. People passed in slow motion, and every sound seemed to overwhelm her senses. "Ethan, get me out of here. Now." Ella said demanding but it was meant with sincerity. She had to get out of the school and to somewhere quiet.

[I'm sorry I haven't been replying as fast as I should! I just have fluctuating muse, and I like to wait until I can give a good post as opposed to a crappy one when I'm not as motivated.]

Nathaniel sat down. As he set his books on the table, he noticed a small bruise formed where the edge of the textbook had been resting in his hold. The boy briefly ran a hand over the mark and he felt a light pain. He didn't mind the blemish, although he now needed to switch arms when carrying such a hoard of school work. The class started after a few minutes. he sat listlessly; once again trying to tune in to the teachers words . Every few minutes he would find something that caught his attention, and then realize he must listen. Nathaniel looked back to the teacher; his eyes wandering over her profile to see the bright necklace she wore, and the way her eye shadow was awfully neon. He wondered why the school even let her wear that kind of thing. The boy bit the corner of his lips and looked down the the page in front of him. His hands fell to the paper and scribbled down some notes in a messy scrawl.
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Ella lay her head back on the seat of Ethan's passenger side. The car was nice and warm, and it managed to calm her down some. Before long she found herself unable to keep her breathing steady again, and her heart from racing out of her chest. This was one of the worst panic attacks she'd had in a while. The feeling was like death embodied. It felt like knives were jabbing into her lungs and throat with every breath. Her eyes filled with tears and the hot emotion ran down her cheeks. It smeared her makeup and the whole perfect facade fell to shame. Ella's hands shook as she attempted to wipe away her tears. "Ethan I'm so sorry. I just didn't want you to see me like this." She cried; speaking in between sniffles.

Yeah we do... Maybe Ella could get turned into a werewolf, and tries to keep it from Ari. Possibly a threat like hunters or an evil werewolf as an obstacle for the characters? I don't know if those are good though. Do you have any ideas?

Ok great! We could skip to a few days from where we are right now. Maybe the day that Ella gets bitten so it gets the plot going?

Anyone want to do a Phan (DanxPhil) roleplay with me? Semi-advanced, long-term, with mature themes. Private after the first person joins! Either ask about plotting here, or pm me if you have any questions!
- venus