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Post by lucia marie newman on Apr 13, 2012 0:20:37 GMT -5
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The bad thing about being a cheerful person was that they always tended to fall harder.
Everyone who knew Lucia knew that she was a friendly person by nature. She was sociable, she was outgoing, and she was friendly. She would talk to anyone and everyone, given the choice and chance. It wasn’t in her nature to be dour and anti-social – in fact, those people seemed to morally offend her. She always felt drawn to those people and felt the need to make friends with them. She gave everyone a chance. She didn’t enjoy hating people, since most people she saw daily, and it was too much effort to keep hating them. Hate was a very dark and heavy, and she despised it. Hatred and anger were the worst emotions for her to bare and she did her best to make sure that others weren’t at the mercy of others.
But today was one of those days where she was in a rare form of mind, upset instead of her normally bouncy cheerfulness.
Her father had called. It wasn’t often that she was graced by his voice, as he only called her. Ever since her mother had died when she was little he had gotten distant and cold towards her. And when he found out that she had powers, well, he had flipped. Along with the abuse… Called her a freak and shipped her out to America. She hadn’t meant to show him, hadn’t meant for him to notice it. It had been a terrible showdown at the house that resulted in her pretty much being thrown out of her house. So when he did call, things didn’t tend to go well. Tonight’s phone call had ended up with Lucia in tears and tossing her phone across the room. She paced around her blessedly empty door room for a good hour, trying to get ahold of herself, before she retrieved her phone, which just buzzed. Her lips twitched slightly at the message from Wren.
i'm bored ugh come over.
The blonde girl didn’t even text him back. Arming herself with a bag of gummy worms, the t-shirt and short clad girl walked to Wren’s dorm, knocking on it once before pushing in. Her face was a bit tear-streaked, though smiled when she saw her friend. ”I come to kill your boredom with gummy worms!”
notes, ew. icky post.
word count, 414 thanks brooklyn from atf
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Post by WREN RYDER ANDERSON on Apr 16, 2012 22:10:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 528 ( TAGGED ) LUCIA ( STATUS ) WHOOOH wren had his ipod connected to his speakers, so naturally, his music was booming from the system. wren was pretty sure that it irritated the neighbors but hey, it was wren. the junior could care less about what his neighbors thought. their fault for ending up with a room near his. the song was dear john by no other than the lovely taylor swift. sometimes, he questioned his own manliness. seeing as his ipod was half taylor swift songs, adele songs, and the occasional hip hop and rap but the boy usually skipped those.
wren took a deep breath and took in the lyrics like it was oxygen. even though it was a breakup song, wren's mind always wandered back to his father when he listened to the song. he remembered going back to los angeles to visit his father. no, visit was to small of a word. he went to los angeles to find his father. it was during winter break, where he arranged with lani (his sister) to get him a flight with massy to los angeles. he heard the song die down to silence, switching on to the next song in the playlist. the song changed to the song, tied together with a smile how ironic and wren couldn't help but let out a sigh.
he was familiar with the song, wren had listened to it maybe one too many times. it was the one song that he listened to when nobody was around and it was then that his inner teenage girl came out and he just cried. of course, a voice in his mind reminded him not to ever tell anyone. never to let his weakness show. this time though he didn't cry. he was just thinking about how much of a wimp he was and how much he regretted being one. it was then that the thought occurred to him. he needed a candy bar.
now wren's... love for candy became a controversial topic lately among the students in the campus. people have been arguing that he would eventually get diabetes and all of his teeth will fall off. well, guess what?! his teeth were perfectly fine and his blood sugar was healthy. hmph. proves them right. anyways, the reason wren was so addicted to candy went way back to his daddy days when his dad had still put up with wren being a freak and, even though he tolerated it, made fun of wren for it. wren had used candy as sort of his drug, a way to escape the pain for a while and it made him, what? a candyholic? as he grew up, it faded though and wren just enjoyed candy as a treat. a treat that he had to have every hour or so.
when lucia burst in door, wren shut off the music and a grin replaced the sentimental look on his face. his eyes quickly went to the gummy worms but once he took a second look at lucia, he noticed the tear streaked face his best friend had. "okay, who am i killing today?" he asked, a wave of anger and protectiveness coming over him.
OUTFIT - I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT ISNT THIS GIF CUTE OMG. |
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Post by lucia marie newman on Apr 17, 2012 20:33:43 GMT -5
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Lucia was good at hiding her own emotions.
Lucia enjoyed people. She was the type that tended to make friends wherever she went, and was very proud of that fact. She honestly wanted to befriend as many people as she could. Since everyone was stuck on this word together, you might as well make the best of it, right? That was Lucia’s way of thinking. She could be wrong, though, it had happened before. Lucia knew herself very well, and knew that she could be incredibly trusting. She just cared more about other people than herself, which meant that she was going to get taken advantage of. Weak? Definitely not – weak people don’t survive in an abusive relationship. But Lucia honestly enjoyed meeting new people. She enjoyed making people happy. Simple as that.
But still.
Lucia hid her own emotions quite well, mostly because she was so used to feeling that of others. If you thought it was bad feeling your own emotions, imagine walking into a room full of hormonal teenagers, their emotions rampaging around. It wasn’t pleasant. But she dealt with it. She stuffed her own emotions into a corner so she wouldn’t have to deal with them on top of everyone else’s. But on days like this, where the world seemed to be falling apart, she couldn’t help it. The normally cheerful girl was allowed to be depressed now and again, right? She just didn’t want to talk about it. Which was silly, since she should’ve known Wren was going to ask. But she had sort of hoped that the gummy worms would distract him because of the other boys’ sweet tooth. But, unfortunately for her, fate wasn’t smiling on her.
Of course not.
Lucia let out a small sigh, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as she looked at her best friend. Protectiveness and anger washed over her, not hers, but Wren. She gave him a tiny little smile. ”Unless you can magic yourself to Washington state, you can’t kill anyone. It’s nothing, just a female moment.” She rubbed her cheeks, trying to get the tears to go away, hoping Wren would leave it at that. She held out the candy to him. ”Don’t tell Massy, or she’d kill me, okay?”
notes, ew. icky post.
word count, 414 thanks brooklyn from atf
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