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Post by dakota anne cruise on Jan 1, 2009 22:47:44 GMT -6
 I'M STILL A ROCK STAR[/color][/font]
I GOT MY ROCK MOVES, AND I DON'T NEED YOU[/color][/font] - - - - -[/center] natalie sat in the back of the lounge with her head in her hands, her laptop closed on the table in front of her. it had been a long day so far, and this was just the free period yet she was exhausted. she knew there were only two more classes, but it felt like forever before she would get to go home. she was sick of the boring schoolday, and missed summer vacation. speaking of summer vacation, she thought, and looked down at her arms which were still nicely bronzed. she didn't go tanning in the winter since she thought it was tacky, but was still upset when her summer glow began to fade every fall. it was just depressing.
some kids came into the lounge, laughing and talking loudly, and dakota looked up to see who it was. nerds... no one of consequence. she saw, and turned back to her laptop. she pulled it off the table with a sigh and flipped it over, running the mouse over to her word documents. she really needed to finish this essay before friday, and she needed every waking minute of every day to finish it. after school she had some time, but she liked to be able to go out and do things with friends for an hour or two. and so, she was slaving over it during her free period instead of having fun with those same friends. ya can't win em all... she thought with a visible grimace. after typing furiously for a few minutes, she looked up at the clock. it had only been about ten minutes, leaving her with 45 more before she had to scurry to her next class, which happened to be biology. she actually really enjoyed that class, it was interesting and captured her attention. plus, it was right before singing class, so she liked to go to biology just to get to singing faster.
dakota sighed again and ran her fingers through her long brown hair, flipping it all over to her left side. she ran her right hand along her sideswept bangs and readjusted everything, making sure it was perfect. if there was one thing she hated more than homework it was messy hair - especially when there was no reason for it. dakota still loved to get dirty playing sports and just hanging out, but at school she would look her best if it killed her. she had just began to start typing again when the door to the lounge opened again. her eyes drifted up reluctantly to see who it was, and she let a soft smile take her mouth. it was another elite, thank god. if it was another nerd or drama kid she would vomit. dakota smiled at him and waved before going back to her paper, typing furiously again. she really didn't know the kid, but she knew he was in her clique. that automatically made him worth her time, and she wouldn't be rude to him by not aknowledging his existance like she did the others.
dakota didn't exactly think the guy was gorgeous, but he was definetely interesting enough to capture her attention. she sized him up as he came closer, her eyes wandering over him. dakota was quite the flirt, and she often left guys hanging, but then again, she had heard a few rumors about the guy across the room as well. sam, his name was. she had heard he was a ladies man, and that he would dump a girl as soon as she got close to him. all the better, thought dakota with a soft smirk. she was exactly the same, and it would be a battle if either of them got to dumping the other. what are you doing she thought suddenly. she was already thinking about dumping him before she had ever even talked to the guy. what if all of those rumors weren't true? but judging by the way he walked, but she would still have to find out for herself. - - - - - WORDS:[/color][/font] 872 w/ coding[/color] CREDITS:[/color][/font] dyan starr. @ caution 2.0 for template // p!nk for lyrics[/color] POST STATUS:[/color][/font] completo[/color] TAGGED FOR:[/color][/font] sam[/color] |
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Post by Sam Sury on Jan 2, 2009 16:04:02 GMT -6
Sam Sury Yes, you have the right to your own opinion. And I have the right to think you're stupid.
Less than five minutes in this new school, and Sam was already bored out of his mind. The teachers were annoying, the guys were all goody-goody jocks. And so far, Sam hadn't found one girl he found worth his time. They were either obnoxious, stupid, fat or too little. It was officially bothering him. And as he wandered the halls, this is what he pondered. His parents couldn't have brought him to a school with girls that actually knew what a relationship was? The boy sighed aloud as he shifted the hat on his head. Even the look of the school had made Sam shiver on sight. His old school was large, yes. But it was old. The thought of having a school that was built in the past few decades sent shivers up his spine. For what reason? Sam didn't exactly know. He just didn't trust anything that modern technology built. In the real world at that moment, Sam was spacing out on such a level that he ran smack dab into the corner of the hallway. Cringing, he walked around the corner, rubbing his officially banged-up shoulder as he looked around wishing no one had seen it. And thank the lords, no one had.
Blinking a few times, he thought about how this made the whole school just that much creepier. The fact that no one was ever around, that it seemed as though people would disappear and reappear as the bell rang. Sam couldn't even see any skippers or druggies in the hallway. With that thought his mind fluttered off to the thought of his brother. Where was he? Sam hadn't seen his younger twin all day, which was slightly unnerving him. His brother wasn't stupid enough to skip the first day at school, was he? Sam quickly shook off the thought. He must be around somewhere. Soon Sam found himself staring blankly out a window at the end of the hall, and saw his little brother standing in front of the school, smoking. Shaking his head solemnly Sam promised himself he'd scorn Nathan later as he turned with a sigh. He almost began to wonder if giving his brother a real life by 'saving' him from their mother was a good thing. An almost feral growl escaped his lips as he took off his hat, ran his hand through his hair and put it back on. Of course it was a good thing for him to do that. If he hadn't Nathan would still be following their mother around like a lost puppy. That was the last thing Sam wanted his brother to be doing.
Another sigh escaped his lips as he began to walk down the hall again, this time a tired, almost exhausted sigh. Now he walked just for the sake of walking. He wasn't going anywhere as he wandered down stairs back up them again, then just going the exact same way he came from. After a while his feet began to ache slightly, and he decided to go found this 'student lounge' the office had told him about. For a good 5 minutes he wandered, beginning to get irritated, he walked with hands shoved in his pockets, and shoulders hunched until he came upon a door labeled 'Student Lounge', and the thing that irritated Sam the most, it was right where he had started looking. Slowly standing up straight again, and putting on the strong facade, he opened the door and stepped inside. At first as he scanned the room all he could find were geeks, nerds and drama kids. He began to turn around before his eyes landed on a girl. Another elite by the sight of her. She smiled and waved, then went back to her laptop. With a slight smirk Sam went closer to her, and thought about who she was. Even being a new kid he'd heard about all of the elites. From the sight of her, he could assume she was Dakota Cruis. Perfect.
Sam had heard about the same rumors about her, how she'd dump a guy so fast the guy didn't have time to respond. That's exactly what Sam wanted right now. A girl who wouldn't be all sappy, a girl who wouldn't want a serious relationship. Just a girl. Almost as though someone had flicked the 'charm' switch on inside him, he walked over, putting on a soft smile as he asked, his thick german accent showing through, "Is this seat open?" He waved his hand to the seat right next to the one Dakota was in. His english was much better than Nathan's, as he actually went to class instead of just skipping. With a light chuckle he blinked, as he gave her what the girls at his old school called his 'Sexy-Puppy-Dog' look. [/font][/size]
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Post by dakota anne cruise on Jan 2, 2009 16:37:03 GMT -6
I'M STILL A ROCK STAR [/color][/font]
I GOT MY ROCK MOVES, AND I DON'T NEED YOU[/color][/font] - - - - -[/center] dakota saw him coming closer out of her peripheral vision. she kept her eyes trained on the screen of the laptop, but was forced to look up when he came closer. "Is this seat open?" he was gesturing to the empty spot beside hers, and she merely nodded with a half-smile before starting to type again, pretending she was too busy for a conversation. dakota really needed to get this essay done, but then again she could always have more flirting practice. practice for when? it was a question she asked herself almost daily - wondering when she was going to actually like a guy for real instead of seeing him as another test-run.
dakota finished up a paragraph and clicked the 'save' icon with a sigh. she knew that she couldn't resist his presense for very long, and she had in fact lasted only about 30 seconds. she sat the laptop down in front of her and turned to face sam, her expression sweet and open. when she met his gaze she almost laughed out loud. if she had a nickel for every time a guy had used an expression of that sort on her she would be rich. dee instead smiled politely, reaching out with one hand to shake his. "i'm dakota. my friends call me dee." her thick british accent was musical and contrasted sharply to his german. don't get her wrong, she was a quarter german herself, but the language was so gutteral and rough. no, she would rather have a scottish, irish, or british accent than german. she shook his hand and returned hers to her lap, not sure what to do.
her free hand reached up to tuck her hair behind one ear, a gesture she did whenever the situation was awkward. her eyes flickered back over to greet his, flashing with defiance to the puppy-dog stare he was giving her. this time she couldn't help herself, she laughed out loud. "you did not just play the puppy-dog card." her accent made the 'not' sound like 'nout' and 'card' sound like 'caaad'. she smiled again, her perfectly white and straight teeth gleaming from between glossed lips. she was not going to let him get off so easily by just playing mr. prince charming. nice try, buddy.
dakota glanced up to see that some of the nerds were staring at her and sam, and she shook her hair and made a 'shooing' motion with her hands. spectators were not necessary, and she didn't want them to be picking up flirting tips from either her nor sam. besides, they didn't even flirt so why were they hanging around?- - - - - WORDS:[/color][/font] 872 w/ coding[/color] CREDITS:[/color][/font] dyan starr. @ caution 2.0 for template // p!nk for lyrics[/color] POST STATUS:[/color][/font] done[/color] TAGGED FOR:[/color][/font] sam[/color] |
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Post by Sam Sury on Jan 2, 2009 18:44:00 GMT -6
Sam Sury Yes, you have the right to your own opinion. And I have the right to think you're stupid.
Sam rose his eyebrows slightly when she quickly responded and went back to typing. Maybe the rumors were wrong about her. He shrugged lightly, almost unnoticeable, as he plopped down into the seat next to her. She was hot, that's all he really cared about. For a few moments he just sat there looking her over, before 'casually' leaning back and looking at what she was doing. An essay. With a yawn, he made sure to make his presence known. As she closed her laptop he smirked slightly, and sat up only a little bit straighter. 'And the games begin.' he thought, but only a few seconds later he flinched only slightly. Nathan was starting to get angry at him for all of the girls, he could tell by the way his brother looked at him when he brought a girl home. Sam begin to think about that for a moment, wondering if this was all just a game to him, if it always would be just a game to him. Dee's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "I'm Dakota. My friends call me Dee." Sam blinked several times, bringing himself back to reality. He barely registered that she had a british accent, but when he did he smiled lightly. Cute. He returned the hand-shake with a strong grip, his fingers covered in callouses which any type of musical person would realize were from playing a guitar too long and too often. "Oh... you were probably waiting for me to answer with my name, right?" He smirked lightly, "Samuel Thomas Sury, at your service mi'dear." The smirk grew, "My friends call me Sam." He mocked lightly. From experience the player knew that a little bit of teasing went a long way with girls. Well, most of the time. Sometimes they just got horribly offended and freaked out on him, only to shut up when he starts his 'smooth' way of talking. Right now he was just talking.
From the second she gave him that defiant look, Sam knew she would be more of a challenge than the girls he was used to. Good. Those girls were beginning to get extremely boring. He rose an eyebrow when she laughed aloud, and tilted his head as she as the question. He chuckled lightly when she had finished, a deep chuckle that came right from his chest. "Maybe I did! What would you do if I had?" He smirked lightly, crossing his arms across his chest. It looked a bit confident as he did it, but Sam meant for it to be anything but. He meant it as a movement of defiance. As in 'prove to me why that was so wrong'. Though, the smirk kind of set off that image. As his smirks always do. For some reason this girl just seemed different, in a bad way and in a good way. The bad way was that she could tear him apart as easily as he could her. The good way was that she wasn't swooning immediately, she was actually thinking about her actions before she responded to him. She wasn't responding out of instinct. Sam blinked, maybe she was. Who was he to decide? She might be always like this, and this was just the way she acted around cute guys. After all, she was the 'maneater'.
When she made the shooing motion Sam blinked a few times, and turned to see what she was doing. At the sight of the nerds watching he chuckled lightly, and shook his head. He couldn't count the amount of times nerds tried to get flirting tips from him by watching. it was an almost comical sight to see that they were no different here in America. He gave them the 'seriously?' look, and rolled his eyes before turning back to Dakota, "Blood-sucking vultures, that's all they are..." He muttered. He felt a glare in his back afterwards, and turned to see one of them glaring so harshly most people would flinch. Sam didn't. He just shrugged it off and said, "If that doesn't prove my point, I don't know what does." He smirked again, shaking his head, his blonde and brown hair flopping almost awkwardly around his head as he did so. Only almost-awkwardly because he pulled it off so well with his baggy clothes and hat that seemed it would eat his head at any moment.
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Post by dakota anne cruise on Jan 4, 2009 12:57:58 GMT -6
I'M STILL A ROCK STAR [/color][/font]
I GOT MY ROCK MOVES, AND I DON'T NEED YOU[/color][/font] - - - - -[/center] "Maybe I did! What would you do if I had?" dakota rolled her eyes and leaned closer to him, her eyes wide and innocent. "i suppose i would have had to be..." her eyes looked up to the ceiling and her mouth formed a slight pout, as if she were truly thinking. "... punished." her gaze fell back on him with the final word, her eyes taunting and teasing him. her closed up the laptop and stuck it in her bag, the pad of paper and pens following after it. she stood up, her hip hugging jeans revealing the small of her back, and slung the bag over her shoulder.
dakota truly loved flirting, it was like a hobby to her. she enjoyed seeing emotions play across guy's faces and see them swallow hard when she got particularly close. dakota reached up with the free hand to run her fingers through her hair, smiling down at him sweetly. she didn't bother to tuck in the chair, she just left it sitting out from the table as she began to walk away. when she was going past his seat, she ran her hand along the top of his hood, innnocent but flirty. she stopped and leaned down so her mouth was a few inches above his ear, her voice soft and seductive. yeah, she was hamming it up just for the pleasure of the nerds who were pretending like they weren't watching, but it was still fun. "auf wiedersehen meine liebe" she said with a soft smile on her perfectly glossed lips. she had taken german all through middle school and the first year of high school in london, and was basically fluent. she let the hand on his hood drag until she was out of reach, when it reached into her back pocked and hooked it's thumb inside the fabric.
her walk was more of a runway saunter than a regular movement. she loved the stares that it gave her and enjoyed being the center of attention. she threw one last look over her shoulder to see if sam was coming, hoping he would. she heard a catcall coming from the group of nerds near the door, and stopped, blowing a fake kiss in their direction, followed swiftly by a choice word. her stare was charming and malicious at the same time, and the losers turned around and went back to their gaming without another comment. dakota had stopped with her hip jutted out to one side, her arm hooked around her bag. she glanced back at the table where she had been, wondering if same would come.
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