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Post by ellarie on Apr 2, 2012 23:47:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2f0247; border-top: solid #6b4ba0 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;]she leaves just silence in her path, 
It was a warm afternoon and Ellarie was lying silently on her bed, staring at the ceiling, lazily paying around with a potted fern that was growin on her bedside table. When swung her hand foward, the plant's leaves followed, when she swung it back the leaves retreated. She did this when she was having an art block. Usuing her power lazily like this relaxed her. Normally, it was enough to get her muse back so she could pick up her camera and start taking pictures again, but unfortunately, today, it wasn't working out.
Suddenly, she sat up in her bed and let the plant return to its original state. She looked over at Loli's bed, he'd been out for a while. She sighed, feeling kind of lonely. She then grabbed sticky notes and a pen from her bedside table and wrote,
Loli, I went out to visit someone. Be back in a bit. Text me if you need anything. -Elle
Ellarie stuck the note on Loli's desk and walked to her closet. She slipped on a pair of vans, grabbed her purse and camera bag and left the dormroom. When Ellarie shut the door behind her, he just sort of stood at the doorway. She hadn't really decided who she was going to see. She pulled her phone out closed her eyes and scrolled through her contacts. The person she landed on would be the person who she visited. After a few minutes she stopped clicking the "down" arrow and opened her eyes. Mickey. She was going to see Mickey.
Ellarie slipped her phone back in her purse and made her way to the Male Dormitories. The walk was quick, and before she even realized it, she was standing in front of Mickey's door. She knocked once tentitively, then another time more assertively.
"Hey Mickey, are you in there? It's Elle. Are you busy?"
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[/color] She wondered how he would react to a random visit, but she didn't think he'd mind too much. Mickey and Elle had become good friends since they met so she thought he'd probably be cool with her dropping by just to hang. Plus, they seemed to be able to find a good amount to talk about, so she was sure he wouldn't mind. [/div]
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Post by MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES on Apr 6, 2012 12:55:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]we got the spotlight[/classy][classy=cont]  [/classy] [classy=threader] Mickey didn't wake up until it was entirely too late to be waking up. He was sprawled out on his bed, long, skinny limbs jutting in every direction. He pulled himself up with his torso and yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head, then rubbing his crusty eyes. He spent a few minutes just sitting in bed, staring at the wall before he finally got up and padded over to the bathroom to examine his appearance. He had taken a shower the night before, but there were too many styling products in his hair not to warrant another one today. He jumped in the shower, the water as hot as it would go, and let the steam cloud everything up. His roommate wasn't here to be upset about it, so that was good. He took his sweet time washing his precious hair with his expensive organic shampoo and conditioner. When he was done, he decided that all was not lost in the day, and he could spend the time to get dressed and style his hair. He blow-dryed the thick blonde mess, then dressed in some of the clothes his sister had bought for him before sending him here. He can't say he liked her taste, but Mickey was sure he could make anything look good. That, and his old clothes (which consisted of two pairs of jeans and some t-shirts) was beginning to have a permanent odor, no matter how many times he washed them. He had only just brushed his hair when he heard Elle at the door. A part of him considered ignoring her in order to finish his hair, but the good in him prevailed and he put the hair gel down and crossed to the door to open it, grinning at the brunette. "Hey, Elle. You look adorable this morning--er, afternoon? I don't really know. What brings you over here?" Mickey wasn't usually this talkative, or this expressive. But he had to admit that he had a soft spot for the younger girl. He loved having someone sweet as candy to talk to about his parents. No one else really cared about all that science crap. Plus, she was a bad ass photographer. Mickey didn't have a single artistic bone in his body. He admired her for all the things she could do that he couldn't.g [/classy]
WEARING:Second OneWORDS:392 TAG: Elleeee NOTES: hahaha heeeeyy. i'm sorry it's kinda sucky. i was rushing because i have to leave soon. x.x
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Post by ellarie on Apr 9, 2012 13:36:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2f0247; border-top: solid #6b4ba0 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;]she leaves just silence in her path,
Ellarie ran a hand through the parts of her hair that weren't covered by her beanie. The door opened rather shortly after she knocked, revealing Mickey. By the looks of it, he hadn't quite finished getting ready for the day; there was no gel in his hair. Not that she could see his hair entirely well, being that Mickey was six-foot and Ellarie was only five-foot-three, making her a whole nine inches shorter. The brunette was usually shorter than a lot of people who went to AMG, especially the boys. Most of them hovered around six feet and she always ended up having to crane her neck a bit to look up at them. Ellarie really disliked being so short...
She grinned at the tall boy's complement and then let out a laugh at his lack of knoledge concerning the time. "I see you've been lazy all day," she began. "It's like... two thirty in the afternoon. Been sleeping all day, have you?"
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[/color] she asked with another laugh. Whenever Ellarie was around Mickey, she was a lt less icy than usual. Mickey was fun to talk to about... well... stuff. There was no bad blood between them or anyone around them--at least not to Ellarie's knoledge--so it was always fun to just sit around and talk about his parent's science endevours or her photography or even something completely different. There friendship was relaxed and Ellarie really liked that. "Well,[/color] she began. I was just hanging out alone in my room, kinda bored and thought, 'hey why not be social?'." she said with a shrug, answering his question. "So here, I am, being social.[/color] she continued with a grin. "I hope I didn't inturrupt anything."[/color] she said, her eyes glancing at his gel-less hair, then his room, then back to him. [/div]
OUTFIT: bleh. i hate polyvore. TAG: Mickey WORDS: three oh four NOTES: ehhh. this is short... and bad. really bad. -__-
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Post by MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES on Apr 16, 2012 21:30:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]we got the spotlight[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Mickey had to look down at Ellarie, almost giving himself a double chin every time he had to talk to her, which was, in itself, a difficult feat. I mean, have you seen that strong, defined, manly-man jaw of his? It is very hard to get a double chin from that. But Ellarie is very short, like a few of the other girls at school. Mickey hardly even noticed, as he stepped aside and ushered her into his room. For the most part, it was clean. At the very least, it smelled okay and there was no food around. Mickey didn't like having people over when his room was dirty. Or rather, it wasn't often dirty, but people tended only to come around when it was. Mickey swiped a hand through his hair. "It's more of a ritual than laziness. I swear. Tradition speaks louder than propriety, right?" He was only half sure that what he had just said made sense. But Elle was a smart girl. She could figure it out until he woke up enough to make coherent thoughts. Mickey shook his head when she asked about interrupting, and took a seat (showily) at his computer. "Of course not. I was just in the middle of doing my hair, but since the day is already gone, you saved me a whole lot of energy." Mickey, normally, would have pouted to no end had someone else interrupted his "morning" ritual, particularly if that person had been Al--he didn't want to be childish, he just wanted to look good for his significant other. "I have to say, though. I'm not exactly everyone's go-to guy for a social anything. I appreciate the thoughtfulness, Elle." He grinned. "I feel special, and jazzy. Very jazzy." Mickey didn't even know what jazzy meant. But it sounded cool to say. [/classy]
WEARING:Second OneWORDS:305 TAG: Elleeee NOTES: laaaaaaate post is late
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Post by ellarie on Apr 17, 2012 23:34:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2f0247; border-top: solid #6b4ba0 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;]she leaves just silence in her path,
A smile appeared on the small brunette's face as Mickey ushered her into his room. Taking a quick glance at the room she had to admit, for a guy, he kept his room fairly clean, or at least, it was fairly clean whenever she was there.
"It's more of a ritual than laziness. I swear. Tradition speaks louder than propriety, right?" Mickey said. Now Ellarie could really tell that he had just recently woken up. She laughed and said, "I'm going to take that as a yes. You have been sleeping all day. She laughed again.
Ellarie couldn't help but chuckle yet again. It slightly amused her that Mickey put more effort into his hair than she did to hers. Ellarie didn't really pay much attention to her looks, she never looked bad persay, but she never considered herself to look particularly good either, partly because she didn't care. She didn't have the patience to care about her looks so she wore easy clothes and kept her hair very long so she could easily do anything with it without hassel, and especially, without product, becuase of course, she has to be completely environmentally friendly. PLANT LOVER, YO. (XD).
The brunette sat on his bed and faced him, putting her purse and camera case on the floor by her feet. "You should feel special! And jazzy...?"
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[/color] she said with a giggle. "You're just too... jazzy for most people because you can hold up a conversation about more than just dating and drinking," she said with a nod. "Which seems to be the two favorite conversation topics of choice amongst most people our age," she added with a shrug. That was a little bit of a judgmental comment, and she knew it, but it wasn't like it was malicious. It was purely and observation. [/div]
OUTFIT: bleh. i hate polyvore. TAG: Mickey WORDS: three hundred exactly. SHORT POST IS SHORT. NOTES: oh elle. she's so judgemental. XD
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Post by MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES on Apr 27, 2012 12:32:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]we got the spotlight[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Mickey shrugged, grinning wryly. "You caught me," he admitted. "But, to be honest, I had gotten used to my parents waking me up every morning. The adjustment was big, coming here." |
[/b] It was a wonder Mickey made it to his classes on time. He had a problem with being late for almost everything, which is probably why Al had to do the picking-up. Mickey nodded at her observation on teenage life. "This is true. You would think people would be able to have an actual intelligent conversation at this age, but nooooooo." He wished more people were like Elle. He had learned, a long time ago, that being part super-genius wasn't exactly "Thank you, by the way. I'm taking that as a compliment."Mickey plopped down on his bed and patted the spot next to him for Elle to sit. He crossed his legs and pulled his laptop onto his (you guessed it) lap. "Which reminds me. I wanted to show you something." He opened up a web browser and clicked one of the first bookmarks on his screen. "Kale--you know my sister, right? Well, she's been working on this project." He handed her the laptop, which had open Kale's website. "It's like a chip in your brain that's connected to the neurons that control your natural alarm clock. They work by waking you up at the most opportune moment within thirty minutes of whenever you want to wake up, and they just send really tiny electric shocks that wake you up, and stop automatically. whenever you wake up. The only problem is that she can't figure out how to set it from the outside, you know? If you want to wake up at a different time or on your own, you're pretty much fucked."[/classy]
WEARING:Second OneWORDS:395 TAG: Ellleeee NOTES: we're going down by fives. xD
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Post by ellarie on Apr 30, 2012 20:49:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2f0247; border-top: solid #6b4ba0 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;]she leaves just silence in her path,
Elle couldn't really relate to Mickey's problems waking up. She had always been fairly self-sufficient from a young age. She kept her distance from most of her family most of the time. Well, except Asher these days, who was the only one in the family who know about her powers. But even so, Asher was her litter brother, he was supposed to depend on her for things, not the other way around. So, for Elle, getting up on time by herself was something that was normal for her, even if she wasnt too keen on it. "Mm, I see,"
Elle laughed at his comment. "People like us just have to stick together so we don't get driven insane." She laughed again. She was very glad to have Mickey to talk to, who understood how she felt about this issue, or rather, understood the issue itself. "No problem. You should take it as a complement,"
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[/b] she said with a smile. Elle sat next to Mickey and turned her attention to the computer screen. "I don't know her personally, no. But I know of her." Elle took the laptop onto her lap and examined the contents of the web page. "That would be great for you. She laughed. "Oh well, that's just a minor set back," she said sarcastically. "I wonder if it would be possible to program the chip with some kind of remote control device..." she mused, quite interested in the device. [/div]
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