when you hear this song > BLISS « Thread Started on Nov 30, 2008, 1:18pm »
Truth be told I miss you Truth be told I’m LYING!
+++I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING Tyson, the obnoxious jerk, tall, dark, and definitely strange-r than most. He groaned and slapped his hand harshly on his alarm until his long fingers managed to find the snooze button, rolling over. God, it was 3:00. PM. Who would wake up at 3? Exactly my point, hes strange. He stood up rather awkwardly, still half-asleep and groaning, to the bathroom where he splashed cold water onto his face. He went to his small closet and grabbed an old black shirt and black gym shorts. He stuffed on socks and shoes and slammed the door behind him, his hair spiky and rather snobby looking.
+++WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE He stumbled over to get breakfast, ignoring the people staring at him; he didn’t bother to look around. It was his first day back at his 2nd or 3rd year at this “academy” and he already hated this schedule. At least her were no classes today. He grumbled his order as he grabbed a tray and stumbled down until he found a seat and sat, eating the food hungrily.
+++AND IT NEVER FEELS OUT OF PLACE So he wasn’t on top of the ball today, in fact, rather un Tyson-ish. He finished eating and jotted down some junk with an old pen on wet paper with gum stuck all over it. God this boy was gross today. It was really rather unusual. ‘d**n good thing that girl isn’t here.’ He mumbled, referring to his sister, Valkyrie. She would’ve gleefully jumped on the table and loudly exclaim every one of his flaws right now, something he didn’t need. The last couple years he’d been the most popular, and it looked like this year he might not be.
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SONG CREDITS: Gives You Hell-All American Rejects
OTHER [sorry I ended on kind of the middle of the sentence, but I HATE uneven paragraphs ]
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Re: when you hear this song > OPEN « Reply #1 on Dec 1, 2008, 6:22pm »
I'm Ok, Trust Me, I'm Not Ok
It seemed this day was going from strange to stranger every second that passed. Well, let me start off at what happened this morning.
Wakey Wakey Bliss’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of her large brindle American pit bull terrier barking at the alarm she had completely ignored. A scream echoed from her vocals as she jumped out of bed and ran into her small bathroom, tripping and falling over her dog. She quickly took a shower, dried her hair, and straightened it. She ran to get the dog food from a cabinet, and swiftly put on her make up. Now clothes, this took a while. Finally she decided on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and a steel blue low cut tank top. She then said good bye to her dog and ran out the door.
Now, that seems normal for any teenager right? Haha…wrong.
Wait…What?! Bliss’s footsteps hit the ground in a rhythmic motion, as she ran down the street. Why was she running you ask? Well, simply because she left her book of poetry at a Starbucks and they were only going to hold it for her a few minutes longer before they threw it out. How nice huh? Well, one of Bliss’s ex-boyfriends worked there…That’s the reason her poems were going to be destroyed. She quickly took out her phone, five minutes to get there. She opened the door, snatched her book off the counter, and ran back out the door. Three minutes left on the clock. With a triumphant smirk she settled down to a walk, placing her notebook in her backpack. It was then she heard a barking, a low whimper of a bark. Bliss stopped dead in her tracks, and turned into an alley. A small grey puppy stumbled over its own feet as it walked towards her, “You look like a mini Nova! How cute, what are you doing all alone? Come with me, you’re small enough to fit in my purse…until you get older that is.” She reached out to the young puppy, and picked it up. “I’m going to call you Mason! Alright, no classes today but you’re going to have to be quiet.” She spoke, placing the puppy in her oversized purse.
Normal right? Found a puppy…yeah cause that happens all the time…
SCHOOL Bliss continued to walk along, she had gotten a hamburger for Mason and a Caesar salad for herself. She took a seat across from a boy, who….EW! What the heck was he writing on? Bliss shook her head quickly and ripped the hamburger into small pieces. She placed her purse beside her, and quietly began to slip the pieces of meat into the puppy’s mouth. She giggled as he licked her fingers, only to have him bark loudly in response. “Mason! Shhhhhh!” She frantically called, trying to make everything seem normal as she began to eat her Caesar salad.
Re: when you hear this song > OPEN « Reply #2 on Dec 1, 2008, 7:55pm »
TYSON
listened to the obnoxious barks and the glares of the purse that was across form him. He enjoyed writing, and he was good, thank you very much, but he didn’t have a preference to the paper he wrote on. He thought of that as…oh, I don’t know,, EXTREME GIRLY? –sniff-well,, If you disagree then take on jewel form the top or three from the bottom of my jewelry box. TRICK THING-I DON’T HAVE ONE!
Haha! THAT IS EXACTLY THE WAY THAT KOOKY MAN IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING ABOUT THINKS!
He finished scribbling down his poem. It was something hed made years ago.
POOP FOR PEACE
poop in the toilet its brown so you flush it down pee in the toilet its water so please dont loiter[laughter]!
Oh, it was a bad poem alright. But he wasn’t a poet. No, he was just a tall, dark, obnoxious idiot. ‘your oversized purse is barking at me.’ He growled to Bliss, stuffing food into his mouth at the same time as he picked the gum off his paper.
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Re: when you hear this song > BLISS « Reply #3 on Dec 3, 2008, 7:27pm »
He Calls The Mansion Not A House But A Tomb, He’s Always Choking From The, Stench And Fume
A small growl fled from Bliss’s own lyrics as she glared across from this…this…boy? I don’t know if he’s even human, I mean really what guy can be this gross?! Now, maybe it’s just Bliss’s brother…but he is organized (mostly), kind (for what Bliss knows), and he has manners (right?). Bliss shook her head, and looked down to her purse. “Little Mason…are you alright?”
She gently spoke as she pulled the puppy out of the purse.
The puppy’s gaze traveled around, taking in everything around him. He was silent, until he looked across the table. A dark vicious snarl rang out of his throat as he pawed to jump out of Bliss’s arms. She tried to calm him down until the snarl was a low growl rumbling in his throat. “I’m not surprised my “purse” was barking at you. You not only have no manners, but what the heck are you writing on? If you even try to call yourself a writer I’ll laugh in your face. The way you are acting, it’s like you’re trying to mock writers.” She spoke with a dark look in her normally shining eyes. Now, normally she would never snap at or start lecturing someone…but when it came to writing…she can be a bit of a dictator.
Re: when you hear this song > BLISS « Reply #4 on Dec 3, 2008, 7:51pm »
This, my darling, is a classic one-of-a-kind a-paper, not only old and yellow and wrinkly, but its so rugged it still works. There is some Juicy Fruit gum stuck on one corner and some chocolate milk spilled over it till I hang it u to dry. Darling, you'll never find this anywhere but here, in my pocket. Tyson drawled, his features ghostly and gaunt in the bright light as he explained what he had. And, actually do write, just...abstract. I find myself suffering from being yelled at. Its actually quite often girls come and criticize me-my sister for example. If she was here she would be agreeing with you happily, give you a kiss on the forehead, and leave in a ballgown with a smile on her face. Tyson continued, acting like a bore when really he was just bored.
[Its crappy, but I've been RPing a lot tonight and for these two, this was the best cause it makes me laugh, it makes me smile, your something your something your insecure, you love me but you like her, blah blah blah blah blah]
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Re: when you hear this song > BLISS « Reply #5 on Dec 16, 2008, 4:27pm »
I’m Knee Deep In Deceit, Slowly Drowning In Your Disease
Bliss rolled her eyes and took a small notebook out of her purse. It was a light blue hue with silver guitars all over it. She opened to a finished poem and spun the book to face him. “Now, I don’t think you understand what writing is. This is actual writing. Your love, feelings, and whole heart written down to relive any heartache or torment.” She spoke leaning over the table to glare at him with the perfect intensity. She spun around, placing Mason back into the purse, then resumed her position of leaning over the table.
Her writing read:
Crash Course Our eyes cast down, seeming to search for one another. I look up to see you; I would with for no other. You glide across the floor, grasping my hand in your own. A smile crosses your lips; this dance is for us alone. The looks on everyone’s face draws us closer. Another couple walks to the floor, such a poser. We are the true Romeo and Juliet, Those who meet among the mariets. The music draws to a close, the guests begin to leave. We promised to meet once more the following eve. We walk to the balcony, starlight filling the sky. You slowly back away, I feel as if I’ll die. I awake with a start, only to find I’m within the dark. It was only a dream, and there was no spark. Tears begin to soak the sheets, why can’t you see? How much it pains me for you not to love me.
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