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Post by KATHERINE AMELIE DUCHESNE on Mar 5, 2013 20:29:54 GMT -5
 Kat glared at the doorway as the last person in the writing club left the room. Elijah could be such a prick. She could put up with most peoples’ teasing, even if she didn’t like it. But Elijah? He got under her skin, and she had no idea why. She shuffled the pages of her most recent work, tapping the pages into a neat stack on top of the desk. She replaced the paperclip on the top left corner and put them back in their sheet protector. Katherine liked for her writing to be highly organized. She knew exactly where every one of her pieces that she liked was in that binder, and woe to anyone who dared mess with it. She jammed the binder back into her bookbag, amongst the numerous other notebooks and text books.
She stood up, brushing off her hands on the sides of her jeans. She looked around the room, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She was moving toward the open doorway when something caught her eye. Someone had left their papers on the desk. Defeated by her own curiosity, she walked over to the desk and picked up the stack. She flipped through the pages, skimming as she went. There was no name on it. Intrigued, she slid into the desk she had found it on and began to read from the beginning. It was definitely…something. Kat couldn’t find the words to describe what she was reading. It took control of her full attention, and she became dead to the outside world until she turned the last page so that she was again looking at the front. She sat there staring at what she’d just read. She couldn’t think about anything other than how much she wanted to know who had written it. On the other hand, she didn’t want anyone to know she’d been snooping in other peoples’ belongings. The story felt like it had quite a bit of a personal side to it, and she couldn’t tell if it was the author’s intention or not.
Her head jerked up at the sound of footsteps in the doorway. She sprang from her seat as though someone had pressed an eject button, shoving the papers behind her back. She tried to regain her composure but failed miserably at the realization of who had caught her. Elijah Warwick. Her favorite person in the entire world at the moment. She knew he’d seen her with the story, whosever it was, and denying it would be futile. She tried to maintain eye contact and explain herself, but only ended up sputtering before looking down at the floor ashamedly. The last thing she wanted him to see was the growing redness in her face.
WEARING: THIS
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Post by warwick on Mar 6, 2013 3:27:00 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a nice amount of WORDS FOR KATsorry it's a lot of background info on eli but here you go! SECRET [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The writing club was probably the only place on campus that Elijah didn't mind attending. Writing was the only, besides drugs of course, that Eli was passionate about. It allowed him a chance to put his feelings into words that he never had to speak. His psychiatrist would have loved a glimpse of Eli's writing in hopes of getting somewhere with his treatment. Of course, Eli would never agree to such a thing. He rarely ever shared any of his own writing at the club. Instead, he would quote famous authors and critic the other members' work.
It was possibly the most fun he was able to have without being self-destructive. There were actually some decent writers in the club, one being a freshman. He had read some of her writing and it probably had the most promise for her age. Of course, Eli would never admit that to her. On the contrary, he was quite tough on the freshman. Her name was Katherine but she went by Kat. He knew that much about her. He always criticized her work. She just thought he was being mean, which he was, but he was also pushing her to become a better writer. Elijah always believed that critique was the best thing for a writing and since Eli was his own worst critique, he never felt the need to share his work.
Eli walked down the hallway to his locker. He swung his backpack around his shoulder to the front in order to place his most recent piece of work in he safety of his locker. It was a story about love but not the typical romance type of love. It was his view point of how unnecessary it was. He explained how love could be damaging. It was take on what he had experienced in his own life with love. While Eli never had a girlfriend, (unless you count kindergarten "girlfriends") he hadn't always dismissed love. It was his parents who turned him off from it for good. The story explained that as well.
However, much to Elijah's dismay, the neatly typed papers were no where to be found. He completely emptied his backpack, double and triple checking each binder, but it was gone. He must have left back at the writing club. Leaving all his school supplies, including backpack, in his locker, Eli walked swiftly back to the classroom that the club meetings were held. He figured everyone would have been gone by then. That didn't worry him much. It wouldn't be the first time he would have had to break into a place. School classrooms were a piece of cake.
Finally reaching the classroom, Eli turned the knob and pushed the door open surprised to find it unlocked. Suddenly, he heard the shuffling of papers and a girl fumbling to hide what he assumed was his story from him. Eli eyed the girl suspiciously and realized it was Kat. She was the last person he wanted to get her hands on his story. He could tell she was flustered. the shade of red her face displayed clearly showed that. With a sigh, Eli finally spoke.
"Give it back."
He knew she had read it. He could have hoped that it wasn't his story, but he already knew it was. He could have hoped that she had not read it, but of course she had. She was in the writing club. Part of being a writer was being a reader. Kat, like any of the members, would not resist reading someone's story. Elijah tried reminding himself of this in order to keep from lashing out at the girl. [/style] |
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Post by KATHERINE AMELIE DUCHESNE on Mar 7, 2013 17:23:09 GMT -5
Avoiding Elijah’s eyes, Kat carefully laid the neatly stacked story on the next desk up from the one where he had left it. She didn’t want him coming too near her – something in his voice and the way he stood there frightened her just a bit. She was well aware that, out of the two of them, she was by far the weaker, and there was likely no one around. Once she had realized whose it was, her game plan had become one of trying as hard as she could not to provoke him. She had decided it was best to try not to explain herself. What was she going to say? She was curious? That much was already pretty blatant. Anyone who sat in any room with her for ten minutes knew that she liked to ask questions. But not just superficial questions – Kat liked to get down to the meat of things. She was a thinker who didn’t take many things at a glance. Typically, the more she knew, the better. Maybe not this time.
She turned away from him and squatted beside her backpack, acting as though there was something in there to occupy her attention. Her hair hid her face from him, but she glanced in his direction using her peripheral vision every couple of seconds. Kat hoped he’d just take the story, leave, and let that be the end of it. She doubted that she would be so lucky, but there was always a small chance of it happening. She sighed quietly and rubbed her temples, eyes closed. If he didn’t just take it and go, she’d have to figure out a way to get around him. That was the main problem she faced right now. Eli was probably pissed. Now that she knew who had written it, she knew the personal vibe it had given her was likely ninety-nine percent his feelings on paper. She definitely didn’t plan on telling anyone else about it. Such an action would be as good as digging her own grave.
She shifted her weight to one knee, digging through the last pocket of her bookbag for the non-existent item. With a resigned sigh, she zipped the pocket and rested her hands on her thighs. ”It was really quite…” she swallowed, ”good.” She said it so softly that she wasn’t sure he’d even hear her say it. Which was okay with her. She refused to turn to see where he was, too embarrassed to even consider it. It might not have been her best idea to let him be behind her, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt on this one. The tension in her shoulders was still highly visible, and they would probably stay that way until she was far, far away from him. Possibly on the opposite side of the campus, if not the other side of the country.
She stood up, lifting her back onto the top of the desk on the next row over. She kept her back to the doorway. What she had said had not been entirely intentional. Kat was originally going to just keep her mouth shut and hope silence could get her out of the situation. However, her mind told her that even her muteness could set him off. Either path was a risky trip. Kat had only spoken because the words were sitting on her tongue, and she figured they were best spoken in private with no one else to hear. If they were to slip out at any other time – especially the wrong time – she didn’t even want to think about it. She honestly never wanted to speak of the situation again once it was over.
WEARING: THIS
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Post by warwick on Mar 15, 2013 3:46:07 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a nice amount of WORDS FOR KATsorry it's a lot of background info on eli but here you go! SECRET [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Elijah rubbed his forehead in frustration. No one read his writing. No one. He was typically a lot more secretive about his work and would have never left his writings unattended. However, the boy was still slightly high from his "snack" during lunch time and he wasn't quite in his right mind. Now that Kat was in possession of his story, the effects of the drugs had slightly worn off and he had silently cursed himself for not remembering to take his story with him.
The sophomore walked towards the freshman. His eyes never left her, despite her face turning fifty shades of red. He glared at rather than stared at Kat. Kat. The freshman who had the audacity to read his story, not just a story, but his inner thoughts. These were his emotions and thoughts put into words on paper. His psychiatrist would have had a field day with this story alone. The good doctor was used to accepting his parent's checks without making much progress with Eli. The truth was that Eli rarely even attended his sessions with the psychiatrist. He didn't see a point of sitting on a couch for an hour while the doctor attempted to get some sort of response out of him. It was more annoying than anything.
Finally breaking eye contact, Elijah looked down at his story. He shuffled through the papers making sure they were all there. Once they were accounted for he grabbed them, prepared to walk out of the room. He was going to drop the whole situation and pretend it never happened. But of course, the girl had to open her mouth. Kat had to make a comment about his story which practically made Elijah cringe. Eli glanced back up at his fellow club member.
"I know it's good. I don't need someone like you to tell me."
Elijah's words were especially bitter. The main reason he never shared his writing was because he didn't want feedback. He could handle criticism on his writing if it was simple spelling or grammar mistakes. What he couldn't handle was someone criticizing the content. He couldn't bare think that someone would want to change the plot in any way. That would mean changing his rawest emotions. That wasn't something he was willing to do.
"How dare you? Do you always violate people's privacy? You're just a nobody freshman. You're an excluded geek that has to resort to reading a person's private thoughts in order to be kept in the loop." [/style] |
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Post by KATHERINE AMELIE DUCHESNE on Mar 16, 2013 22:11:25 GMT -5
Kat shrank away from him, the bitterness in his voice hitting her like a wall. The tension in her back crumpled, her shoulders pressing forward and inward, as though she were trying to encircle herself as protection from him. She bit her lip, realizing that silence really would have been the best option this time. Curiosity winning out, she turned her head slightly, just long enough to look over her shoulder for where he was. He was standing on the other side of the row of desks, holding his story. She turned her head back, keeping her eyes glued to the top of a desk on the farthest row away from her.
She began to pick up her bookbag, hoping he would just let her walk out of the room and that be the end of it. Of course that was too good to be true. His next onslaught froze her in place, bookbag hanging from the crook of one arm. It dropped to the floor as she bit the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood. She didn’t even think about whether or not she had taken her medicine that morning (she had); she was more focused on the burning in her eyes that always preceded tears. She kept her bottom lip tucked inside the top to keep from making any sounds that would betray the growing wetness around her eyes. Kat was highly thankfully that she rarely wore make-up; the last thing she needed was black streaks running down her face.
”I-I’m sorry. If I had k-known…” she winced at the cracking in her voice. She took a deep breath, chancing a short glance through her hair at him. ”I wouldn’t have read it if I had known it was yours. Believe me, I have no desire to know what goes on in your sick little brain.” It didn’t come out as strongly as she would have hoped, her voice still weak and quavering. It didn’t help that it was also partially a lie. She really wouldn’t have read it had she known to whom it belonged, but to say that she wasn’t interested in knowing how his brain worked was a lie. Kat’s curiosity often got the better of her, which led her to situations like this.
A couple of deep breaths later, usually non-confrontational Kat was feeling considerably braver. His unnecessary, harsh words ground against her thoughts until she could hardly bear to bite back the various retorts racing through the front of her mind. ”You know, such personal attacks suggest an insecurity with oneself,” she spat out without thinking, and almost immediately clamped a hand over her own mouth. She whirled around, wide-eyed. She hadn’t intended to say any of those things aloud, but if he wasn’t already planning on killing her for reading his story, she was as good as dead now.
WEARING: THIS
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Post by warwick on Mar 19, 2013 2:46:36 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a nice amount of WORDS FOR KATsorry for all the late replies. I'll try doing a better job from now on! SECRET [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"...sick little head..." Elijah could hear the tears in her voice. The pinch at her throat. The shaking of her hand. She was such a shy, scared little thing, young and innocent. Poor thing was thrown into a high school of wolves and she still thought she could play by her own rules. Kat, Kat, Kat. The thing who still believed in the golden rule. Oh, how Eli wanted to crush that for her. Sometimes, people were just cruel. Sometimes, you can be so kind and caring towards someone and all the give back to you is a slap in the face. She was such a naive girl.
Elijah turned around ready to make a snarky remark, but what Kat had said next stopped him in his tracks. Her words sunk in. "...insecurity with oneself." Eli was surprised by her response. She appeared to be such a coward but now she was daring enough to say such things to the unstable sophomore.
Will small precise steps, Eli made his way toward Katherine. He towered over her even though he was only a sophomore. He looked down at the shaking girl and glared. "You don't know a thing about me, girl. Just because you read a story of mine doesn't mean you have some sort of insight to my life. Just because we're in the same club and I have to see you more than I would like, doesn't mean you know me. Do you know what I do for fun? I steal. Pills specifically. Drugs. I get high and I deal. And while I'm high, I fuck a girl. Has a boy even laid a finger on your body?" Elijah's voice was dripping with venom by now.
Eli let his hand wander up to her through, not touching, just hovering. "What makes you think I wouldn't just wrap my hand around your throat right now and squeeze. You think I'm insecure? Honey, you don't know the first thing about me. I don't have a heart and you sure as hell are not going to worm your way into mine. You're pathetic and this school is going to eat you up before you even make it out to the real world and I would love to be the man to do it." His eyes were flaming and his hand twitched ever so slightly. This girl really was getting on his last nerves. [/style] |
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Post by KATHERINE AMELIE DUCHESNE on Mar 19, 2013 21:01:23 GMT -5
Kat stood frozen, still in shock at her own words, watching helplessly as Elijah made his way toward her. She looked away for a moment, then forced herself to look back, straight into his eyes. She tried in vain to stop the shaking, but she was simultaneously too scared and too angry to focus on calming down. “…Has a boy even laid a finger on your body?” She managed to keep her nerve up through the first part of his rant. However, his hand’s proximity to her throat broke her focus, and she took a small step back, her upper body shying away even further. All she could think about was how much he disgusted her – Kat would like nothing more than to spit in his face. She also knew well enough that such an action would probably get her killed, for real this time. “I don’t let them,” she hissed at him, her voice barely above a whisper and still quavering slightly.
It wasn’t a lie – Kat didn’t let many people touch her; she was rather hands-off. She already had a small, fragile frame, barely breaking 5’2”. The extreme caution her mother had exercised with her when she was very young had followed Kat to the present day. She preferred to keep her distance from people – almost everyone, not just boys. The longer she listened to him speak, the more her face twisted into a disgusted snarl. His words made her sick to her stomach; until then, Kat had had no idea that it was possible for speech to be so revolting. Her eyes never left his hand once it was there, just below her face, only flashing momentarily to his eyes then back to his hand when it twitched. She honestly had no idea if he’d actually do it, and that was what scared her the most about this situation – the uncertainty.
She licked her bottom lip where she had bitten it earlier, feeling the small, rough spot of dried blood – so she had taken her medicine after all. That was good. She used the time to muster courage to say the thoughts she was currently trying to suppress. She knew that as the weaker of the two, she really should keep her mouth shut, but the words were beginning to itch and burn in the back of her throat. “And just what makes you think that you’re so special that I would give a care about your life and what you do? If I had known it was yours, I would have burned it rather than read it. I don’t want to know anything about you,” she ranted, nearly yelling now. She paused only for a moment to take a shaky breath. “I see words, I read them. It’s nature. What I don’t do, is try to empathize with low-life scum like you who gets off on making other people miserable.”
She took another step back, her eyes moving rapidly back and forth between his face and his outstretched arm. It wasn’t her wisest choice – she’d only be blocking herself in between two rows of desks, the wall, and Elijah. But she couldn’t let herself think about that or she’d cave and try to run away in fear. Kat had never found herself in such a situation as this before, and she couldn’t help but be a little inwardly smug that she was still holding her own. Even now, she was wondering how he would react if she were to knock his hand away, but she wasn’t that desperate – yet. The shaking still hadn’t stopped, but she figured it was the adrenaline coursing through her blood stream, waiting for her decision between fight or flight.
WEARING: THIS
NOTES: Don't worry about it! I'm in no rush!
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