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Post by soronus on Sept 13, 2012 5:54:55 GMT -8
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So why hadn't this rambunctuous youth jumped at the opportunity to visit the world's premier theme park when a classmate called for a weekend class trip? Truth was, there were times when (contrary to popular belief) Jasper Irving felt the need to be alone with his thoughts. The notion of spending an entire weekend with a bunch of screaming youths couldn't be further from what the young Brit needed.
And so here he was, ambling aimlessly along the Memorial Glade. Quiet; campus - or at least this section of it - was as peaceful as he'd hoped it to be. Best of all, there was that warm California sun. He chuckled humourlessly to himself. That would have been a rare sight in England. It was one of the few things he'd grown to love about America. The sun was so bright here that he was sure there were some shades of the spectrum he did not get to experience until he arrived here! Not that he held any ill feelings for the English weather. Great Britain, with all its cloudiness and rain, was home.
He would be a liar to say that he didn't miss it. Jasper allowed his mind to shift from his immediate surroundings. A memory surfaced.
"I'd appreciate it if you would kindly return my son's letter, Mister Arisfield," said a familiar voice in an amiable tone. A soft shadow overcast the then-much-younger Jasper Irving and he turned to see his own father smiling softly at the two boys.
The other, Christopher Arisfield, who was two years Jasper's senior, let is arm fall slack. The crinkled missive and envelop came to a rest just before Jasper. "Sorry," muttered the older boy, ears reddened.
Jasper wordlessly accepted the papers.
"Thank you," replied Rufus, not at all sounding hostile.
It was only after Christopher made his hasty retreat that Jasper spoke up. "What are you doing here?" he asked. He recalled how there had been a gigantic clump of undecipherable emotions clustered in his chest at the time.
"I'm supposed to give a talk today," had been the reply. Jasper remembered the concern in his father's eyes when he added, "I thought I mentioned it in one of our letters."
"Ah~ right," Jasper had managed to churn out, "date must have temporarily slipped my mind. Well, good luck with the speech." He'd run away then. Smiling and leaving before his father could reply. Neither Irvings brought up the incident ever again.
In the present, Jasper sighed. Ever since Eton, he seemed to be running always. Even now. Although Jasper hadn't quite decided whether he was running away or running towards something. Neither had he ascertained what that 'something' was.
He pressed on, mind delving deeper and deeper into his thoughts. So much so that he didn't notice until he'd quite literally bumped into someone. Hard! "Mmff - Oh goodness, I'm so sorry," he said, staggering backwards.
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Post by anima on Sept 22, 2012 0:09:26 GMT -8
| [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 480px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 5px solid #000; border-top: 10px solid #0d100d; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-right: 10px solid #000000; -o-border-radius: 30px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 30px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 0px 0px 0px;][STYLE=font: 50pt georgia; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -70px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -10px; opacity: 0.5;]titanium[/style][STYLE=color:#666666; font: 9.2pt georgia; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 2px;] You shout it out but I can't hear a word you say I'm talking loud not saying much I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet You shoot me down, but I get up I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose Fire away, fire away You shoot me down but I won't fall I am[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][rs=2][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 380px;][STYLE=background-color: #0d100d; color: #474747; height: 415px; overflow: auto; border-left: 10px solid #000; border-right: 10px solid #000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; opacity: 0.7 margin: 5px; width: 350px; padding: 8px; text-align: justify] The loud screams of unintentional fear and delight echoed. Anima sighed, looking through this library book, research for English papers were never fun, not in high school and definitely not in college. She snapped the book close and briskly stood up, stretching her stiff body. Deep down the young woman wished she could’ve joined in on the weekend festivities, but alas neither of her careers permitted her from going, she felt like some unknown entity was laughing at her from afar. You can’t go. You can’t go. Were the taunting words that echoed in her mind.
She slowly walked up to the check out desk of the library and checked the book out. Anima then narrowed her eyes and blinked slowly; yep it was still sunny and warm outside, her skinned tingled from the changing temperatures. Once her eyes had adjusted from the sudden change she starts her trek from the library back to the dorms. Once more her nose in a book, somewhere in the back of her mind tingled with the fact that she would miss out on more outgoings of activities with other associates yet that was her sacrifice. Ok, maybe a freshman in college was no real sacrifice but when she would delve further into her major then her life would be nothing but court cases and mock trials, but that’s the fun stuff, right now she was in the slow and steady part of school.
Anima then stopped, her eyes stopped on a word in the book. Some part of her thought that if she just chunked the book, that no one would miss it and she could pay the price; the thought was deliciously tempting to do and was slowly growing on her. Maybe this was just her rebelling with the fact that she hadn’t seen any of her friends all day because of classes being finished and a free weekend was the thing to do at their age.
Why oh why did she have to grow up so quickly? She eyes shot up from her book, maybe she could just skip this homework assignment and just drive up there, she could do an all-nighter, wouldn’t be her first and it most likely wouldn’t be her last either.
Just a smile grew on her face, a slight bump made the book in her hands fall to the ground. Her blue eyes coolly looked at the book that was now on the ground, her face went straight, Anima just had to kick it, get the book out of her sight; except she didn’t do that, a slightly sigh escaped from her lips as she swooped down and picked the book up, looking for damage. Luck little bundle of paper not even a dint. She looked over to the source of this motion, who apologized. A smile appeared on her face and she waved a hand in front of her.
“Naw, it’s all good.” She looked down at the book in her hand, “Just the distraction I needed.” Anima’s smile grew as she shrugged.
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Post by DESTINY on Oct 17, 2012 6:04:07 GMT -8
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