:dancing in my dreams: }{ Tony & Rora

[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid 6666CC 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes i still wake up fighting mad [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] It had been too long. Tony felt his muscles straining to keep up with his normal fitness regimen. This should have been a walk in the park. He grimaced at the stitch in his side, pushing himself to finish the last ten-minute sprint. The seconds ticked by slowly as his body seemed to collapse in on itself. He felt the sharp intensity of disappointment in himself at the five minute mark when he already wanted to quit. It had only been a week, but he knew better than anyone how big of a difference that could make. He pushed the time and the pain from his mind, trying to distract himself. What had he head for dinner the night before? Nothing healthy, surely. He needed to go on a stricter diet. He hadn't had breakfast yet because then he would have had to burn off those calories before getting to the real stuff. He wasn't trying to lose weight, but you couldn't build muscle if you were weighed down by waffles and syrup. His sister slipped into his mind next. Yelling at him for not pushing himself. Walking off of the field after a fight. And then, after a flash of 8:23 on the treadmill, he remembered being in her room at that exact time, dragged away from her bright purple electric alarm clock the night she had left. "She'll be here in the morning. You have to go to bed," his mother had told him. But Tony had known better. He had heard her talking to his father on the phone earlier. Stella wasn't coming back for Christmas break. She wasn't coming back ever. 10:03. Tony pulled the little plastic key out of the machine and jogged with it until it slowed, stepping off and wiping his sweaty face with his shirt. In a fit of anger he kicked the water bottle he had set down on the floor across the room. He didn't watch it fall to the ground, but turned around with his hands at his hips and stared at the ground. He couldn't let this happen again. He had worked entirely too hard to get where he was just to lose track of time like he had been. He didn't know what had happened to him. One thing he knew, he was beginning to make himself a more difficult work-out schedule, and the next, he was back to square one. He could kick himself. He probably would. He was glad that it was so early in the morning, and a Sunday. It meant that there was no one to see him have a fit in the gym. Not that he was aware of anyway. Besides, anyone who knew him would probably have a fit--Tony was not a normally violent person. "God damn it," he grumbled, biting down on the collar of his shirt, eyes still trained on the floor. The only time Tony ever really swore was in the gym. He'd weaned himself off of it when his sisters were born, but now, if any time, was the time for it. The weight in his stomach that had been there since Stella left was heavy again. He wondered if Jared or Evan was busy today. He needed a distraction. [/classy] WORDS: 543 TAG: Rora NOTES: I hope she's athletic. xD This is my go-to starting place for Tony nbd.

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[AURORE OLIVIA DARNELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4E387E; border-top: solid #00FF00 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]ME AGAINST THE MUSIC [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] A smile played on the lips of the redhead who was quite amused by the boy on the treadmill, across the room from her. She had just entered the gym, hoping slightly that the room would be abandoned. No such luck for her. Rora repressed a sarcastic giggle when the obviously upset boy cursed. He seemed to be angry with himself, for whatever reasons. Though she wasn't naturally a nosy person, she had the sudden urge to question his apparent vexation, but she tried to push that down as best as she could. Lips pursued together in hopes of keeping vicious words in, she scanned the room. Treadmills line the wall opposite the one she was standing by, and, though she really didn't want to get nearer him, that was where she went. She wasn't really an athletic person, but she liked to stay in good shape by running - the only sporty thing she was remotely good at. As she made her way to a treadmill that was two over from the boy's, her green eyes were fixed on him. The small voice in her head was egging her on, demanding that she never look away from him, so as not to be surprised when he comes after her. The redhead sighed in frustration. What the hell did she do to deserve this? Why does she have this cursed voice in her head, never to go away? The girl was still fighting the urge to say some sarcastic little comment. Angel vs. demon. On the one shoulder, it would be awesomely hilarious to squash this enraged boy like a bug, on the other shoulder, she really wasn't in the mood to toy with people. That was about as 'angelic' as this girl got. So, she compromised. "Careful. Someone might get the impression that you're in a bad mood." Okay, so it wasn't the nicest thing to say. It was better than the other stuff that was running around in her demon's mind, though. It was a mix between what her 'better' side wanted her to say, and her awful side. Oh, how proud they would be! The redhead smirked lightly and set her drawstring bag down next to the treadmill she was vacating. [/classy] TAG: tony SPORTING: le clicke NOTES: meh, she isn't really. though she does run. so that's good. xD

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid 6666CC 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes i still wake up fighting mad [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Tony didn't see the newcomer until she spoke. When he looked back on it, he remembered footsteps, the whirring of the treadmill, and the feeling of her eyes trained on him, but he had been entirely too caught up in his own thoughts to really notice. Now, he stared at her for a minute, hands still on his hips, back still hunched forward, lips still slightly parted. Way to make a first impression, he thought. He wasn't very upset with the comment. In fact, he wasn't even sure that it was meant to be mean. Maybe she was just trying to start a conversation. Tony straightened up and pushed a hand through his hair, flashing a brief, half-hearted smile. He wasn't sure how to play this. He didn't like the idea of someone thinking he was some sort of angry jock, especially not since he was sure he had seen this girl around before. He was pretty sure he had a class or two with her, and seeing her every day and having her think that he was a douchebag was not an idea he liked very much. "I'm sorry you had to see that and all," he began. "I promise I'm not usually like that." He unwittingly flashed his most adorable smile. "It's just that I've let time get away from me and I'm not as in shape as I used to be. It kind of sucks, you know. I'm just disappointed in myself. I'm really competitive, I guess." He was probably talking too much. He we nervous, and it bothered him a lot. In an effort to redeem himself, he waited for a beat and asked, "Do you play sports or are you just working out to work out?" The girl seemed too skinny to be working out to lose weight. He hoped that that wasn't the case. He personally wished everyone would just love themselves, but then again, he was really self-conscious himself. It was maybe a little hypocritical, but at least he wasn't damaging his own body. "I'm Tony, by the way." There was that charming smile again. "I mean, I think we have classes together, but I'm not all that memorable a person." He swiped a hand through his hair again, silently cursing himself for always saying the wrong things. Tony had a lot of friends, and was usually pretty good at making them, but whenever he got nervous, he had the horrible tendency to put his stupid foot in his mouth one thousand times over. It was a habit he was sure he would never learn to break. Hopefully, it wouldn't be held against him. [/classy] WORDS: 441 TAG: Rora NOTES: Oh, well. xD This works out. Ididn'tevennoticethattheywerebothjuniorsIcouldhavehadtheminclasstogether.

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[AURORE OLIVIA DARNELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4E387E; border-top: solid #00FF00 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]ME AGAINST THE MUSIC [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] The smile that played on the ends of Rora's mouth was still there, and she was so obviously still amused at the small hissy fit the boy - Tony, was his name - had just thrown. Not very often did she witness that, and, though she found in highly hilarious, she didn't mind. Kudos to him if he had the guts to cuss himself out in public. When he talked, the redhead's green eyes fixed on him, calmly listening to his words, the only sign of emotion was the smirk that still upturned her lips. No, she didn't mind his talking. She was a good listener, and she was fairly good at empathy. When he told her he wasn't usually like that, a light chuckle slipped from her throat. Not that she didn't believe him. She just didn't usually accept words unless she was given proof that they were undoubtedly true. She wasn't necessarily nervous with his presence, although she was slightly taken aback. She rarely talked to any guys who weren't her little brother, so she didn't really know what to say.. or if there was something she shouldn't say? Oh, hell. Who cares? If she made a complete awkward idiot out of herself, so what? "I'm just working out. To keep in shape." She flashed a grin his way, and then bent down to dig her iPod out of her bag - and then realized that maybe that could be taken as a 'stop talking and go away' kinda thing. She straightened up and set her little mp3 player down on top of the treadmill, and retrained her eyes on him. "Tony.. nice to meet you." It wasn't very often she said that, and she didn't know why she did, really. It was probably an added fact to her awkwardness. Oh, well. "My name's Aurore. Most people call me Rora." She laughed lightly at his remark. "I think I will remember you after today." Her voice was light and teasing, all attempts at being sarcastic abandoned. She brushed her willingness to be nice off her conscious. [/classy] TAG: tony SPORTING: le clicke NOTES: x.x i didn't notice that either. ohmigosh that's cool :]

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid 6666CC 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes i still wake up fighting mad [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Tony felt like she was almost mocking him about his little scene earlier. A part of him was still angry, and he almost decided not to like this girl. But what would he have done if someone else had been acting like that? He probably would have thought it was funny, too. And so she got a second chance at winning over the incredibly easy-to-please soccer player. Tony did, however, find her smile a little unnerving. Her expression never changed. It was disconcerting. He didn't really know how to take the "to keep in shape" thing. That was healthy, right? People did that? He was just thinking about this too much. If she was unhealthy, surely someone else had noticed. His fatherly instincts were just going too far. He decided to play it safe and hold his tongue there, only nodding in acknowledgement of having heard her. He worried, though, that he might think he didn't care. Crap. I don't know anymore. Everything I'm saying and doing feels wrong. Tony had a bad habit of offending people, although he was quite against doing so. Normally, he just let his "natural charm" carry him through conversations, but he had so much to redeem himself for this time. This was just not an okay first impression. "Nice to meet you, too. Glad I could make an impression." He grinned lightheartedly, then, glad to see her in a more friendly mood. He took a second to stop panicking, then offered his hand for her to shake, running the other one through his sweaty mop. "Are you in here regularly? I don't think I've seen you in here before, but I get pretty focused sometimes." He paused to laugh at himself. "I'm sure you gathered that from my little episode. I really am sorry about that, by the way. It doesn't happen often." He wanted to be totally sure that she didn't hold his fit against him. She might find the excessive apologizing annoying, but at least she would know that he was a really good guy on the inside. Or, so he hoped. She seemed nice, especially now that she was being less . . . strange. He could picture them as friends easily. [/classy] WORDS: 371 TAG: Rora NOTES: This was hard to start. xP I'm not in a Tony mood, so please do forgive the weirdness and the shortness.

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[AURORE OLIVIA DARNELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4E387E; border-top: solid #00FF00 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]ME AGAINST THE MUSIC [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Flicking a stray strand of her red hair out of her face, Rora smiled again, eyes still trained on him. However, it seemed like her expression changed. Her previous visage of teasing was gone, and it was replaced with a small look of friendliness. As if she were finally accepting that the way to get friends was to act - uh, nice. It was a foreign concept for her, especially when it came to guys. Suddenly, her green eyes changed, and she wore a slightly confused look like a crown. Quite frankly, the redhead was terrible at reining in her emotions and not letting them out for the world to see. She had never really needed to, so she forever wore her heart on her sleeve, so to speak. Her eyebrows twitched ever-so-slightly in the smallest frown. He seemed to be pretty deep in thought, and the damned voice pushed forward the only conclusion it came to : that he was deciding when and where to harm her. She pushed the paranoia into the back of her mind, and flashed an unconvincingly bright smile his way. Trying to mask her annoyance at the voice, she tried to mold her face into the friendly look she had just managed a few moments ago, and she was struggling. She was trying very hard to change her open book ways, and she was failing quite epicly. The only thing that kept her from bolting out of the room, then, was the fact that she had classes with him. No matter what she did, she couldn't avoid him forever, though, at the moment, she was seriously wishing she could. The schizophrenia made it impossible to try and actually make friends with the boy. She breathed a sigh and averted her eyes from him, staring at the wall next to his head, trying so desperately to fight off the damned disease, may it go to hell. "No, I'm not usually in here. And it's alright about your... uh, little episode. As I'm guessing you noticed, you just witnessed one of mine." She grinned, though it was a very dry grin. She was having this little inner argument as to whether or not she should tell him about her little disease. She wasn't embarrassed of it, never. It irritated the hell out of her, yes, but she wasn't ashamed. She was, however, afraid for that look she got, every time she told someone about it. They looked at her like she was a monster. And she absolutely hated it. In the end, though, she decided that if he was one of those jackasses he wasn't worth hanging around, and she should just find out now. "See... I, uh, I'm a paranoid schizophrenic." [/classy] TAG: tony SPORTING: le clicke NOTES: ooh, that's totally okay :3

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid 6666CC 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes i still wake up fighting mad [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Tony watched Rora's transgressions between emotions, intrigued at first. He hadn't met many teenagers who were as easy to read. Most of them had ten guards up and a turret at the top, just in case. The people Tony had met were very damaged and stuff like that. He supposed that it was to be expected when he went to a school full of abnormal children. On top of the extra problems like being deaf, adopted, prone to panic attacks, or any other number of things that set them apart. No, the kids at AMG each had an extra weight on their shoulder, a little bit like the weight Tony had in his stomach. If he could make things easier for all of them, he would do anything that he had to. But he had yet to figure out a way to do that. It occurred to him, a few moments after this revelation, that something like that was going on with Rora. He frowned and tilted his head to one side. "Are you okay?" He was genuinely worried about her, but he was also concerned, now that he had spoken, that she might take it the wrong way and be upset with him. But he had spoken too soon. She explained it for herself not a split second later. He pushed a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say, but two beats later she was speaking again. It took him several minutes to really take in what she said, then he sat down on the nearest surface, threading his hands together in front of him. "Could you, uh . . . Could you elaborate. I'm sorry if my reaction wasn't . . . the best, you know. I'm here to talk and stuff. Are . . . Are you okay?" Tony does, indeed love to help people. However, it would appear that he is God awful at it. He waited for her to explain, to make things simpler for him, because at the current second, he was having trouble. Tony wondered how often she told people about it, if she did anything--took medicine or went to therapy--to solve her problem. He wondered if she was just joking around. Unfortunately, that was a little bit far fetched. He bit his lip and tried not to seem too weirded out. Rora might really need someone to vent to. He didn't mind being that person. [/classy] WORDS: 405 TAG: Rora NOTES: Aaah. Sorry I was slooow.

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[AURORE OLIVIA DARNELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #4E387E; border-top: solid #00FF00 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]ME AGAINST THE MUSIC [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Tugging at her lightweight black tank top nervously, she let out a small sigh. She was starting to regret blurting out one of her biggest secrets. She cursed herself inwardly, which blended nicely with the words that her little voice was saying. Words that would make even a pirate blush. She flinched the slightest as the damned thing grew louder until it was screaming. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. She didn't say anything aloud, but it was almost as if she had screamed it. The voice quieted instantly, and Rora could feel the bitter stung it got from her words. It wasn't used to her bossing it around. It was kinda hard to, seeing as it did just about anything it wanted to. Anytime, anywhere. When he spoke, she almost sighed in relief. Good. He didn't really look at her like she was a freak, a diseased monster. He looked at her like he was sorry for her, and that surprised her slightly. She wasn't used to people feeling sorry for her. "I.. uh, I'm fine." She obediently repeated what the voice told her to say, though she regretted it. She wasn't, exactly, fine. She was pissed. At the whole freaking world. "You're reaction was better than some other people's." Flashing a dry grin his way, she breathed another sigh, obviously uneasy. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to grip the words that seemed to be just out of her grasp. "Uhmm.. elaborate... Well, I hear voices. They tell me never to trust anyone. Right now the damned thing is screaming terribly. Must be mad that I actually told you." She was musing aloud, and didn't really realize until she had finished, and then she glanced down at her toes, shifting again. "My dad, I think, had it, too. Mine wasn't triggered until..." She stopped herself just in time. "I had a bad childhood." [/classy] TAG: tony SPORTING: le clicke NOTES: it's alright - mine was seriously late, too and sorry it's pretty crappy xD

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid 6666CC 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes i still wake up fighting mad [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Tony took a very long time to respond, and when he did, it wasn't until she had finished talking completely. He had never dealt with anything like this. He had had friends who were depressed or who had anger problems or anxiety, and even, on one occasion, an eating disorder. But nothing like this. It was a delicate situation, and he wanted to help, but he didn't know how and, more than anything, Tony was afraid of saying the wrong thing and making everything worse. His first instinct was to hug her, in all honesty, but he didn't want to cross any boundaries. Not everyone was particularly accepting of behavior like that, especially right after their very first conversation. The next thing he wanted to do was tell her that he was sorry, but he himself hated that more than anything. When he told people about his dad leaving, their reaction was usually to apologize, but they didn't do anything. They couldn't take it back. What did they have to say sorry for? His next course of action was to try and get more information out of her. "How old were you? When it started, I mean. Does it happen often? Is it scary? Have you told someone? A professional, I mean. Or a parent, I guess. Does anyone else know? Are you doing anything to stop it? Is there anything I can do to help?" Though Rora wasn't exactly the vulnerable-seeming sort, her telling him something like this made him think about his sisters. What if this happened to one of the twins? How would you want someone to react? Not only that, but his paternal tendency had kicked in. He was concerned for Rora. He couldn't think of what it might be, but there was certainly something bad that could come out of this? And if not, it was surely a burden to her. Then, something else occurred to him, and before it could resonate that he was being a little bit of a prick, he asked, "Why did you tell me? I mean, we hardly know each other." He did regret it, a few seconds later, when he realized how insensitive it sounded. Truth be told, he was only curious, but he knew how it sounded. He didn't try to save himself--the damage was already done. He just hoped, desperately, that she wouldn't be upset with it. Something else she had said returned to his mind, then. "If you ever wanna talk about it, what happened to you, whatever it was, I don't mind. I understand. I had a few rough turns when I was younger, too." It was an odd occurrence to see the normally lighthearted boy looking so earnest and being so thoughtful. It was an almost drastic change from his goofy disposition. [/classy] WORDS: 400 TAG: Rora NOTES: Woo. I think I owe you another post. xD

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[AURORE OLIVIA DARNELL]

ME AGAINST THE MUSIC

She waited for him to speak, an ashamed look on her face. Sometimes, the thing made her a different person. Rora wasn't a naturally paranoid person, until, of course, she was thrown out of her house. Then, somehow, her mother brainwashed her little siblings into thinking she was some kind of a monster. If they ever saw her, they wouldn't run up and give her those bear hugs she loved so much. No, they'd just shoot a glare her way and then walk in the opposite direction. After she was deemed homeless, every time she saw those adorable kids her heart would lurch painfully. So, in a way, it was great that she had gotten the letter to come here. She wouldn't have to face them any longer.

When he finally did talk, he fired question after question, it almost made her laugh. Almost.

"Let's see.. uh, I was twelve. It doesn't really just 'happen.' It's always there. I just learned to push it down. Not scary, per se. More like... annoying. I've never told a professional or parent or anything."

Does anyone else know? Yes. Her best friend from back home knew. Though, he wasn't her best friend anymore. After she had told him, she got the reaction she feared more than anything. He looked at her like he was a monster, like she was a different person.

"No. No one else knows. I've heard you can take, uh, pills for it. But I never have. I just tell it to shut up and sometimes it stops. Others it doesn't."

Now she laughed. It was a slightly amused laugh. At the same time, though, it was surprised. No one had ever offered to help before.

"Nah. I can fend for myself, thanks."

She wasn't being rude, though she realized it could be taken that way after she said it.

Why did you tell me? Truthfully? She hadn't the faintest clue. She had kept it in for so long, that she just couldn't hold it in anymore. She hated how everyone here embraced what they were. Some could turn into honeybadgers. Others talked to the freaking shadows. Don't get me wrong, she loved her power. She just couldn't ever fuly accept the disease that plagued her.

"You must've caught me at a weak moment."

She flashed a small, apologetic smile. This must be awfully weird for him, to say the least.

"Thanks for offering. Maybe I'll take you up on that someday."

Ha! Just kidding. She didn't like talking about her past. Not now, probably not ever.

OUTFIT HURR TAGGED TONY NOTES heh :] nahh

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