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[DEMIA ALEESHA PRICE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #f5ffeb; border-left: solid 7px #003870; border-right: solid 7px #700000; -moz-border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; true] hello darkness open. words 460. outfit. notes; hi Dante didn’t usually need help with homework, but everyone had their weak spots. Even someone as valiant as her brother. It was the least Demia could do to help him any way that she could, thus leading to her current position at the library. Once, not too long ago, he joined her surrounded by a pile of books and scribbling away as she read quietly to him, but he had stepped out. He needed a snack. He was a growing boy with a fast metabolism. He also needed a smoke, despite being more than smart enough to know that the things could bring him to an early grave. A chain smoker. There had been a very small debate on whether or not she should come grab a snack with him but she ended up winning due to Dante’s dire need to sustain his nicotine craving. He didn’t have the patience to deal with her stubborn lack of an appetite so Demia was left to study on her own. Within the confines of the library Demia felt safe. She didn’t feel like she belonged at this school, or any other for that matter. She was a misfit. An ugly misfit. But within the library she felt like maybe, just maybe, there was a place for her. A place filled with knowledge and wonder and fantastical worlds where someone like her could have easily called a home. Sometimes Demia wished that like Cornelia Funke’s books she could be read into her favorite stories and live the rest of her days there. But then she would be leaving Dante behind, and she couldn’t bear to do that. He was her brother, and while she had other siblings Dante was the one who had always taken care of her. The one who protected her and make sure she was healthy and happy. She couldn’t leave him behind, even if it was to join Dustfinger and his wife and daughter. It would be tempting, but she wouldn’t get far in a fantasy land without her brother to look out for her. She couldn’t even get very far here in reality. Hunched over her books making notes for an essay Demia was overtaken by darkness before she even had time to think about what was happening to her. Her head fell onto her notebook and auburn hair spilled onto the desk around her. One arm dangled at her side, fingertips brushing against the metal of the chair’s legs, and the other was on top of the desk having loosened her grip on her pen. Demia had fainted. For the first time in a while, actually. And then her eyes fluttered open and her head slowly lifted only to find someone standing over her.

[DARIUS ABEL CARTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » THE ROVER Dare didn't spend much time in the library; he was usually pretty good in his studies and preferred to spend his free time out on the court. However, he was in a poetic mood. He was in the mood for reading some Countee Cullen, one of his all-time favorite poets. He had found a few books of Harlem Renaissance, but none of pure Cullen. Still, though, Dare found himself a corner where he could hole himself up and just let himself be absorbed in the beauty of words. He didn't let very many people at all know of his secret passion, but every now and then, he fed it. Dare found poetry in everything. He loved listening to the poetry in music, the poetry in speeches, the pure power of words. He wrote some himself, in a beat-up spiral notebook hidden underneath his mattress, in the borders of notes, in his head, all the time. So he let himself be lost for a couple of hours (these books had such a history), and then decided it was time to leave and get back to reality. Dare put away the books he had taken out, tucking each one away in its own little spot, waiting for the next person to seek its words and power. Dare looked around to see if there was anything he wanted to actually check out, but instead, he spotted the lovely Demia Price. Dare had been developing quite the crush on her, but was always a little bit put off by her brother. But she was alone right now... Dare steeled himself a bit, then walked towards the table where she sat. When Dare was a few feet away from her, Demia's head hit the table with a loud thump. Dare rushed the last few feet, pulling on his gloves before gently placing a hand on Demia's arm. "Demia, darlin', are you okay?" He couldn't help but notice how lovely her hair looked, such a pretty shade. It was almost matte, and Dare wondered if that was just because of the natural way her hair was, or something intentional. Eventually her eyes did open, and she looked right at Dare. He sat down in the seat next to her. "I think you fainted. You alright?" His eyes were full with concern, and he hoped she would give some reasonable explanation. Maybe he could walk her to the nurse's office... click

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[DEMIA ALEESHA PRICE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #f5ffeb; border-left: solid 7px #003870; border-right: solid 7px #700000; -moz-border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; border-radius: 200px 0px 200px 0px; true] hello darkness darius. words 435. outfit. notes; hi Whenever things like this, fainting, happened Demia always pegged it on being iron deficient and not taking iron pills. They always left her stomach feeling heavy and nauseated so she had stopped bothering all together and simply stuck to a strong multi-vitamin. She assumed her fainting was simply low iron which could easily fixed if she had a bit of broccoli when she was finished in the library. According to her strict diet broccoli was allowed. There was nothing wrong with that at all. She was simply low on iron. It happened so quickly that she barely even noticed it happened though her head felt fuzzy, as if it was filled with cotton balls. The library spun a bit and for a brief moment Demia was afraid that the shelves were spinning so quickly they would fall and crush her flat. But that was a silly thought. A very sill thought, indeed. When she finally sat up Demia brushed her fingers through her puffy auburn hair to get it out of her face, a small bit falling out which she untangled form her fingers by simply wiggling them. Long burnt umber colored hairs fell to the ground while Demia turned to face Darius. Her green eyes fell right on his dark ones and she found herself leaning into his touch. Even if he had his glove on it was still welcome. Against her pale skin—pale because of her fainting of course—Demia’s flushed cheeks at his presence and his concern were very, very evident. Darius was just so handsome and sweet and gentle, she couldn’t help but inwardly swoon whenever he was around. Especially when he called her carling and showed so much concern over her. Her own siblings, Dante excluded, didn’t even show that much empathy toward her. Her own mother. She wasn’t a fan favorite back home simply because she was lighter and freckled and had somewhat ginger hair. Everyone was determined that Demia was the product of some sick affair and her mother simply saw her as the reason her man was gone. When people, especially such sweet and cute people, were this nice to her she couldn’t help herself. “I’m fine,”

[/color] she spoke quietly while he sat down next to her. “Forgot to take my iron pill, it’s no big deal,” she reassured him as best as she could. Demia had never been the best liar in the world but her excuse was half true in her mind so it wasn’t really lying. She was clinging to his genuine concern, finding it so difficult to believe that someone would care this much about her. Someone who wasn’t her brother. “Thank you though, for being so concerned. I’m sorry if I worried you.” The last thing Demia wanted was to be a burden on Dare’s day. She was probably taking him away form something really important right now.

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