And these clocks keep unwinding-- {velvet}

[TARIQ IBRAHIM ARAIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,170,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] [/style][style=width: 138px; padding: 6px; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top: #c0c0c0 dotted 2px;] You said there's too much on my mind — Then you ripped out a page and set that shit on flame. I quit writing.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] AND WHEN THE INK DRIES AND THE PAGES TURN TO DUST —so will we turn to dust, so will we: dust, dust   Tariq was glad Audrey had moved to lean against the radiator beside him; with a polite number of inches remaining between them, it still seemed more companionable than standing apart. His lips quirked up slightly in response to her smile, though for the most part his eyes seemed to be trained forwards. "His name's Cohen Jackson," he answered. "Jock type. You'd know him if you saw him - then again, he, Gabe Adkins and the rest of those guys all look the same." "To say the least, we don't see eye to eye. Actually, it's embarrassing, but we had a bit of a love rivalry." He ended his words with a self-deprecating laugh, and leaned forward to crush his spent cigarette on the edge of the disused sink. Tariq preferred to keep his business to himself, but all that mess with Anna and Cohen was no secret; it was, pathetically, the only time Tariq's name had ever been relevant to the school's gossips. Much as he was loath to admit it, there was a certain cachet to being talked about at all, even if only for a short time - and mostly, he suspected, with derision. Audrey would most likely hear about it anyway at some point, if she hadn't already read it on the wall in front of them, but better from the horse's mouth. He could attempt to minimise his own stupidity. Despite essentially having just invited Audrey to ask about the subject, it was still a little uncomfortable and Tariq changed the topic back to Isabella. "Anyway - it's good to be with somebody you have something in common with, even if that's just sleeping patterns. I like Isabella. We don't really hang out as such, but she's solid." His tone was neutral, but it hid a little wishful thinking. Isabella's company was both intelligent and gracious, and what little interaction he'd had with her he had found cause to respect her - but they moved in entirely different spheres. She was also exceptionally attractive. On that count, Tariq kept his thoughts entirely to himself. The girl was far out of his league. "She's definitely one of the socialites in training," he said, meaning the word in its most positive sense. "I expect she gave you a pretty good welcome to Mayview?"

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,477,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, margin-top: -10px;] — made by ayu of btn no, don't worry about that for a second. you're perf! EDs permeate every aspect of one's life, so it's good to see that being portrayed. also, Audrey is so well characterised. I love reading her internal dialogue.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] here is a scale. weigh it out and you'll find, easily,more than sufficient doubt that these colors, you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty ► I know a disease Audrey flinched at the sudden mention of Gabe; she had hooked up with the guy more than once, but she was pretty sure that information was confidential. As far as she knew, no one was up-to-date with or interested in her extra-curricular antics. The ballerina easily disappeared into the background of Mayview Academy, only garnering attention on occasion for her ever-shrinking waist size. Additionally, the girl was completely oblivious to the publicized personal dramas that occurred constantly within the student body. Audrey was an outsider in every sense of the word, and it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. Still, Tariq’s sudden admission to a ‘love rivalry’ caught her attention. The idea of someone rejecting the teen seemed so bizarre; he was devastatingly handsome, incredibly bright, and clearly destined for his own brand of greatness. She supposed he wasn’t particularly ‘popular,’ but who really gave a shit about high school social hierarchies? It all seemed so trite. Before Audrey had the opportunity to question the boy any further, he adeptly changed the subject to Isabella, speaking well of her, which wasn’t surprising. It was challenging to find flaws in the Brazilian beauty, she was the type of girl that almost everyone aspired to be like. ”Yeah, she’s a great girl.” the dancer agreed genuinely, taking a casual drag of her cigarette as the conversation pressed onward, more talk regarding Isabella’s talents in the social arena. Speaking about the brunette’s future success almost felt redundant. It was obvious that she was bound to a stunning philanthropist swathed in conflict free diamonds. ”Yes, she provided me with the grand tour.” Audrey joked, turning away from the boy as she exhaled an impressive cloud of smoke. Tariq was such a pleasant person to converse with, but the girl found it difficult to understand how someone could be so honestly positive. As far as the blonde was concerned, the world was a dreadful place, and there was little to nothing to look forward to; fortunately, she felt as though she was pretty skilled at hiding this cynical outlook. ”So, when you’re not prepping yourself to become the Secretary of State…” Audrey began cheekily, rolling the filter of her cigarette between her index and middle finger, ”What do you do for fun?” In reality, the blonde had no idea what the teen’s career ambitions were, she just figured that his ideal occupation had to be something grandiose. Additionally, she was tired of speaking about other people; Tariq was far more interesting than any of the names the two of them had thrown about. that these doctors can't treat TAGS: :D WORDS: 430 , LYRICS: BRIGHT EYES - A SCALE, A MIRROR, AND THOSE INDIFFERENT CLOCKS , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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Okay, awesome, that's a relief! c:

[TARIQ IBRAHIM ARAIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,170,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] [/style][style=width: 138px; padding: 6px; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top: #c0c0c0 dotted 2px;] You said there's too much on my mind — Then you ripped out a page and set that shit on flame. I quit writing.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] AND WHEN THE INK DRIES AND THE PAGES TURN TO DUST —so will we turn to dust, so will we: dust, dust   Secretary of state? Tariq laughed. He shrugged, his eyes glancing across the cracked tiles under his feet and then looking up to catch Audrey's eye. "Fun," he mused. "Sounds familiar. I have a vague recollection of having had some once. But turned out it doesn't come with college credit." It was a sardonic kind of joke. Audrey's question, simple as it was, had taken him off guard. Tariq realised suddenly that he was used to seeing himself in terms of who he was, and what he thought - and, it had to be admitted, his titles and ranking in his grade - rather than what he did. As his mind grasped for an answer, it occurred to him how long it really had been since he had really done anything for enjoyment for its own sake, untainted by the motive of somehow bettering himself or his applications. His whole life seemed trained on preparing for the next stage, the present on pause lying in wait for the future. The time alone spent going over notes or awake in bed knowing his peers were at one party or the next gave ample time to wonder about the futility of all that he was doing. That kind of thinking was a trap Tariq could not afford to fall into. "Well, debate and newspaper take up a lot of time," he said. "And I'm pretty sure the club members would disagree with me - not gonna lie, I'm probably the reason why they'd disagree"—he cracked a smile—"but that's a lot of fun. Then, film club's pretty light hearted. With the popcorn. As you know." Internally, he grimaced at how staid he sounded. He could have sworn he hadn't always been this person. "Then, I guess I just do... the normal kind of shit. Hang out with friends. Listen to music, try to search out what's new. Read," he said. "Mainly factual stuff - pop economics, whatever - but between you and me, I like fantasy novels. That doesn't leave this room." "When the weather's all right, just trying to get off the Mayview campus as much as possible. But there's nothing in Hadley, and seeing as most of us aren't allowed to keep a car here..." He shrugged. A few students had had the rule bent for 'extenuating circumstances', but he had a sneaking suspicion that it had more of a link to parental donations. He laughed quietly, self-deprecating. "I'm not that interesting. How about you, what do you like to do?"

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,477,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, margin-top: -10px;] — made by ayu of btn