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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jun 24, 2008 11:17:32 GMT -5
Deet-deet-deet-deet... A badly bruised and scotchtaped purple alarm clock called unrelentingly from a bedside table. From under the thick, squashy covers, a hand shot out and felt around the table for the offending object. Finally locating it, the hand wasn't satisfied with merely pressing the snooze button - oh no. For lasting effect, it swept the alarm clock off the table roughly, justifying its injuries. The tenacious alarm clock continued bleeping, as if victorious that it had not only survived the fall but was now also well out of reach from the hand. The hand retreated under the covers. A muffled and frustrated groan emitted from the covers, as if hoping that that might actually silence the alarm clock but it was to no avail. The bleeping continued. After some time, Schiller flipped open her covers and sat up in bed, disgruntled, messy-haired and half-asleep. She released a huge yawn before scratching her head. Schiller sat in bed for a while, trying her luck at going back to sleep in that position but it failed miserably. Giving up, she threw the covers aside and got out of her bed. "Gosh-darned thing..." mumbled Schiller as she picked up her triumphant alarm clock, pressed it shut and replaced it on the table, where it will live to see another day.
In the bathroom, Schiller brushed her teeth while staring out of the window. It was the first weekend from when school started, and that meant that it was one of the few weekends during the school semester that she'd be free. Wondering what she should do, Schiller noticed that the sun seemed especially bright today and the colours of everything outside seemed especially vivid. Though she couldn't feel it, being in the air-conditioned comfort of her dormitory, Schiller could see that it seemed breezy outside, judging by the manner the trees were swaying. Rinsing her mouth, Schiller decided immediately - she'd go to the gardens and enjoy the great day while it lasted.
Putting on a bright yellow sundress, pulling out the straw hat from her trunk, one that she had bought at the end of summer last year and therefore had no chance to wear it, and finishing it with some aviator shades, Schiller slipped on a pair of Havaianas, grabbed her purse and Wuthering Heights and was all ready to go. The gardens weren't too far away from her dormitory and she got there in five minutes flat. The garden was empty for now, but she wondered if any of the Lordings students would come along after they finished breakfast. Finding a nice spot underneath a towering oak tree, Schiller sat down on the grass, learning back against the oak, took off her shades and began to read from where she had left off the night before. This is the life!, she thought, and couldn't help thinking that perhaps a jug of ice-cold Coke might make this afternoon quite perfect.
This was one day, however, when she just couldn't find the means to concentrate on her book - a fairly rare occurence. Before she had gotten past two pages, she found herself losing interest in Heathcliff's troubles and closed the book with a sigh. The garden was still devoid of students. Schiller herself seldom found the time to pop by and took the chance to survey her surroundings. She hadn't noticed before what a vast expanse the garden was. It was more like a meadow, dotted with several different types of trees all over, some tall and majestic, while others were squat but with a tremendously leafy canopy like the oak she was sitting under, providing excellent shelter and protection against the blazing sun. Acorns littered the grassy ground next to her. The grass, now that she was looking at it, seemed like a fine sort of carpet grass. It was short and soft to sit on, and didn't seem to harbor any ill-intending insects. There were birds nestling in the trees, of course, and maybe some butterflies about but generally pests didn't seem a problem in this garden.
Okay, thought Schiller, I'm getting bored here. She leaned her head against the tree, the wind brushing gently across her face, wondering if she should take a nap. [/size]
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Post by Logan Black on Jun 24, 2008 13:29:22 GMT -5
Logan James Black It was an utterly and completely boring day. Logan slumped back onto his chair and squeezed his eyes shut. It's a Saturday, damn it, he thought to himself, Saturdays aren't meant to be spent like this. But opening his eyes again, he saw the Physics essay in front of him that was only halfway finished, and the last few paragraphs he had written were sadly sparse and evidently inadequate. He was going to have to rewrite this but - procrastinators unite - later. Taking a quick glance at the clock on his wall, Logan saw that it was only 6 00am. A bit early for breakfast but heck, having a lack of company at the dining table was looking like paradise right now compared to having to squeeze out more Physics concepts out of his protesting brain. He switched off his table lamp and closed his notepad.
One thing Logan liked about his room was that it was rather near to the kitchen. Perhaps not right in front of it like the Antonios, but close enough. It meant that he hadn't far to walk most of the time when he felt hungry, or in the morning when he had to go for breakfast. He didn't envy everyone else who were on the furthest ends of the Black manor. Today, however, since it was rather early for breakfast, Logan decided that perhaps he would just take a short detour to the town park to clear his head. He did not frequent but enjoyed visiting the park. It was either empty, which was fine by him - the tranquil sounds of nature did soothing things, after all - or it was not, which he didn't mind too. Sometimes, you could meet people you least expect in the park.
Grabbing a bottle of unopened liquor that he had been smuggled back from the fridge after dinner one night, just in case he ever felt thirsty in the middle of the night, Logan twisted off the cap and tilted the bottle so that the cool liquid slid down into his awaiting lips. With one hand carrying this ration and drinking slowly from it, Logan stuffed his other hand into his pocket and set off from the Black Manor into the street.
The park appeared empty, which wasn't out of his expectations. He slowed down his walking pace as he entered the greens, to better enjoy the scenery and the fresh air. A refreshing change from being cooped up in his room all day long. He worked well under pressure, but under too much pressure and Logan would start cracking like a porcelain vase.
But as it were, the park weren't exactly as empty as he had expected. Before he had strolled for very long, he came across a back-view of a girl sitting under a tree. At the sound of his approaching foot steps, the girl's body tensed and she spun around, a surprised look etched on her face. She looked remotely unfamiliar to Logan, so he just presumed she was a Lordings student.
Peering at the book the girl was clutching to her chest, Logan meet her eyes and gave her a friendly smile "English assignment?"he asked her, as he leant against the bark of the tree. Apparently the girl had been less expectant of interruptions in the park, because she appeared so startled and taken off guard by his sudden intrusion that she half jumped off the grassy floor. "I apologise for the intrusion. I was just strolling around to kill a bit of time before breakfast but didn't expect anyone was here. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to have some company, May I join you?"
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jun 25, 2008 5:00:40 GMT -5
Schiller had a habit of getting wrapped up in her own little world. She had a runaway imagination and spacey tendencies that often took her away from the real world. Once Schiller was focused on something, she usually shut all other things out. It was a good talent in some situations. And so it was that she didn’t notice Logan until the sound of leaves crunching at his feet dragged her back to earth.
She recovered quickly, not even bothering to blush. Schiller had long gotten used to being caught unawares, and though it unnerved her, it had ceased to embarrass her. She stared up at the stranger, who stood nonchalant and grinning with a bottle of expensive liquor in his hand. He looked around her age and was quite handsome, even compared to the 'prettyboy' Lordings seniors. She waved a hand, dusting off the seat of her pants as she stood up to shake grass off her legs.
When he asked about her book and she looked up from her jeans to reply, “Well no actually, I happen to like this book” Schiller declared grinning, “Its typical how you assume that just because a girl is reading a classic, it has to be part of her studies.” She was only teasing, but behind her playful demeanor Schiller still remained cautious. For all she could know, this guy might be trouble.
She was taken aback when he started to apologize. It was rare for a boy to act so politely. Perhaps he comes from a wealthy household, she wondered. Of course, Schiller knew all about the upbringing of wealthy children, she was inadvertently one herself. So she shrugged off his unusual behavior and decided to accept his apology "It's alright. I was just startled." she smiled warmly to show her gratitude "It's public grounds anyway so roam around as you like and don't mind me" She started to sit back down on the soft grass and began picking at the small daisies that dotted the base of the tree.
She didn't know what to say when he asked to join her. There were two choices she could make. One, turn him away and sit alone thinking about the usual petty things that she usually thinks about. Or two, let him sit down and be mildly entertained for another 15 minutes or so. But for all she knew, he could be a serial killer. Schiller peered closely at him trying to distinguish any clues about his background. His attire told her he was from a rich background and her doubts vanished from inside her head. She nodded and cleared a space for him to sit next to her.
When he did, Schiller could see every detail on his face. But what caught her attention was his eyes, dark, like an abyss into a deep soul. It dawned on her that they had not been properly introduced so extending a manicured hand and said, "Schiller Harlow. Lordings" She threw in her school's name, not only because she was proud to have been accepted to such an prestigious school but she also wanted to know whether her prediction of the stranger being a Lucy Madison student was true.
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Post by Logan Black on Jun 25, 2008 23:18:48 GMT -5
Logan James BlackWhen the girl contradicted him about her book, he was surprised by her fiery attitude. He had not met many girls in this town who were as outspoken. Most of them either agreed with him or shyed away from him. What he did know though was that he wanted to know her better. Clearing his throat he took a bold move and asked to join her.
He restrained himself from looking too delighted when he sat down beside her. She looked slightly disturbed by his presence, but Logan was too busy staring up at the oak leaves above him. He stretched out two hands behind him and leaned back. The smell of fresh flowers filled his nostrils and he exhaled slowly. The park was even more beautiful in the early morning than it was during the day. He looked over at the girl beside him who was busy playing with daisies. She was no doubt stunning, the kind Logan would normally go for. But he didn't want to harass her further by hitting on her, at least not immediately.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, but he decided to ignore it. It was probably his mother wondering where he had run off to so early in the morning. It was silent for a while until the girl finally spoke. She introduced herself as Schiller Harlow, a Lordings student. Schiller, now he could put a name to the face. He raised his right hand and shook her delicate hand slowly "Nice to meet you Schiller. My name is Logan Black, and I go to Lucy Madison". He may have held her hand for too long but he didn't care.
By adding that she was a Lording student, it said alot about Schiller. She had to be talented in some particular field. And by looking at her posture and form, he guessed she was a dancer. "I've always wanted to go to Lordings, you must be either extremely lucky or extremely talented to get in. I'm pretty jealous" he smirked in her direction. He had given her a subtle compliment which he hoped she would acknowledge. While he waited for her to answer, he took a bunch of daisies from the ground and started linking them together for the sake of keeping himself busy. [/size]
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jun 28, 2008 9:09:32 GMT -5
Schiller restrained herself from rolling her eyes at the boy as she heard the familiar sound of the boy's phone going off. But she was a little pleased when he didn't answer it. He took her hand and shook it, his cold skin against her fairly warm one sent shivers down her spine, but she held onto it all the same. He replied with the same strange politeness in his words, "Nice to meet you Schiller. My name is Logan Black, and I go to Lucy Madison". Schiller took a moment to digest his introduction but then hastily withdrew her hand. So he's from Lucy Madison, she thought to herself, she felt the urge to wipe her hand clean but then how rude would that appear? She knew she had been taught better than that. So fiddling with the hem of her skirt, Schiller peered at him from the side of her eye, taking in his neat black shirt and equally neat black trousers, Well he certainly doesn't look like one of them..
"I've always wanted to go to Lordings, you must either be extremely lucky or extremely talented to get in. I'm pretty jealous" Schiller looked at Logan with a peculiar look on her face. She didn't know whether the boy was kidding or not. Lordings and Lucy Madison happened to be two rival schools, fighting over anything and everything (mostly football). It was straight out of West Side Story, or Romeo and Juliet. You have your Jets and your Sharks, your Montagues and your Capulets. Indeed Schiller had her issues with some of the students in that school, but nothing serious enough to start a war over. And before this morning, Schiller had never socialized with Lucy Madison folk, today was a first for her to talk to one.
"I wouldn't say I'm lucky, nor am I talented" she replied modestly, paying no attention to whatever he was doing to the daisies. "Maybe they agreed to take me so that my brother had company, now HE's the talented one" Schiller smiled and hugged her knees closely to her chest. Her step-brother had always been her role model. He was talented in all three fields of dramatic arts. He had told her that as a boy he had to train mercilessly, hour after hour, day after day, 8 years in total, and now it seemed that the hard work definitely payed off. All Schiller could rely on was her singing voice, which was probably what Schiller considered the only lucky thing in her life.
She ran her hands through the tufts of grass, lost in her own unconscious thought. But she snapped out of it when she felt something sharp pierce the tip of her index finger. She shrieked and stood up abruptly, then pulled her hand out in front of her face to examine the wound. It was a deep cut and Schiller's face turned pale as she saw droplets of blood beginning to swell from it. She couldn't stand the sight of blood. She began to feel slightly lightheaded. At the moment, Schiller definately didn't feel very lucky.
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Post by Logan Black on Jun 29, 2008 10:34:41 GMT -5
Logan James BlackOf course Logan knew it had not been a smart thing of him to reveal his school, but if this girl was the least bit understanding, she wouldn't care. when she didn't say anything about it, he thought she either didn't want to bring it up to avoid conflict or simply wasn't bothered to. He looked down at his hands and saw that he had linked the daisies into a perfect circle, a small childhood talent of his. Most people ended up distorting the shap of the daisies, or even breaking apart the stem from the flower. What those people didn't realize was that daisies were delicate and one should have a steady hand when dealing with them.
He smiled courteously at Schiller's humble approach to his question. "On the contrary, I believe you're quite the opposite of how you see yourself. You probably haven't looked at your reflection clearly enough" He lay
When Schiller mentioned her brother, Logan froze. He knew a guy named Harlow.. at least he taught it was Harlow, all he knew was that whoever he was, he happened to be living with the Harlow family, and they obviously didn't get along. Their rivalry was just one of the many many feuds that surrounded Roanoke Valley. But he wasn't going to tell Schiller that.
Logan was surprised when Schiller suddenly yelled and stood up. He suspected she was just having some kind of dramatic overreaction to an insect. But then he saw her body slowly begin to go limp, instinctively Logan stood up immediately and placed his arms against her back just in time to keep her from falling. She was unusually light and even with her eyes half closed, she looked serene. He stood there holding her up, unsure of what to do next. He couldn't exactly call for help, seeing as there was no one else around. Nor could he just leave her alone in this state. He lay her down on the grass gently.
That was when he noticed the cut on Schiller's finger, watching the blood trickle down onto the solid ground. Searching around in the uncut grass, he managed to find the source of the wound. A small but menacingly sharp shard of glass, probably from someone's discarded beer bottle. Putting all other distracting thoughts out of his mind, Logan tore a strip of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it tightly around the pierced finger, tying a knot in the end to secure the bandage in place. The lump of cloth tied to the girl's finger looked odd and out of place, but so long as it stopped the bleeding, it would do. Before he began to think about his next move, Schiller began to stir with a dazed look in her eyes. Logan breathed a sigh of relief but sat further away to give the girl enough space to sit up. When she became fully conscious, Logan grinned as he held up the shard of glass to show her "Some nasty cut you got there," then he gestured to the cloth fashioned bandage on her index finger "oh and I believe a thank you is in order" Of course he only meant it as a joke, he didn't care whether or not she credited him, he was only glad that he could be of help to her. Even at such bad timing, Logan loved to joke around, it kept him free of having to face worry or god forbid- fear.
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Jul 7, 2008 7:31:10 GMT -5
Schiller saw only darkness. It was calming, pleasant and . She could when she heard a strange tearing sound. She blinked her eyes slowly, squinting as the flitters of sunlight began to enter her eyes once more. She had somehow landed on the ground staring up at the oak leaves above her. Conused, she looked to her side to face Logan who was sitting beside her pulling at the tufts of grass on the ground, the hem of his shirt was missing. Then she looked down at the bandage tied to her finger and understood. How embarrassing, she thought as she sat up and smoothed out her hair, I must have appeared awfully childish to faint at the sight of blood.
"Some nasty cut you got there," Schiller turned round to face the male, who holding up a piece of glass. So glass was the culprit, she thought, reaching out to take it from him. She wanted to throw it out to the street, somewhere far far away, so that noone else had to get hurt like she. "oh and I believe a thank you is in order" Schiller's rolled her eyes at the boy, this was definately no time for jokes. She mumbled a quiet thank you and stretched her body out in front of him to reach for the glass.
She gave up after several tries, and turned so that her back was facing Logan. She pondered to herself, but didn't risk running her fingers through the grass like last time. She grasped the cloth bandage gently, and couldn't stop a small smile spread on her face. Noone had ever given her anything before (other than special occasions), she had the moeny to afford most of her things. And her friends were usually unsure of what to get her because of all her extravagent poccessions and would just end up giving her nothing. Schiller didn't know whether this small fraying strip of cloth counted as a gift, but happy thoughts seeped into her mind. [/size]
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Post by Logan Black on Jul 31, 2008 0:29:51 GMT -5
Logan grinned when Schiller mouthed a silent "thank you". When Schiller averted her gaze to her bandage, Logan took the moment to survey her face more closely. He began to notice little quirks about her, the deep intensity of her eyes for instance. She wasn't your typical blonde hair blue eyed beauty.. there was something alluring and almost exotic about her. He could have stared at her longer if it weren't for the interruption of his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.
He reached into his jeans pocket and fished out a black iphone, his last birthday present. He clicked a button on the screen and put the phone to his ear, "Hello?". The bored drawl of his older sister Aureilia came through the speaker "Where the hell are you? Mom is worried sick. I spent thirty minutes trying to convince her that you didn't run off with a gang. You owe me." Logan raised his eyebrows, he had obviously stayed out longer than he had intended to. He felt Schiller's gaze on him and as much as he wanted to stay, he knew how bothersome his mother could be. "Tell her I'll be there in 5" he mumbled and ended the conversation.
He turned to face a slightly amused looking Schiller. He gave her a shrug and apologized "I got to go now, but.. maybe i can see you around?" He nodded at her answer, and slipped the daisy chain he held in his fingers over her thin wrist. It looked dainty and quaint against her caramel colored skin. Hopefully, it would serve as something to remember him by. He stood up and gave her one last smile before climbing over and out the park gate.
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Post by Schiller Harlow on Aug 6, 2008 9:12:36 GMT -5
Schiller rolled her eyes as soon as she saw Logan's phone appear from inside his jean pocket. It was one of those trendy expensive phones that Schiller never liked. Not meaning to, she overheard a little extract of his phonecall, only because the speakers were adjusted to be way too loud. She would have assumed that the girl on the other end was his girlfriend, but after hearing her mention their 'mom', Schiller realized it must be his sister. She had to stifle a giggle when a flustered Logan tried to cut his conversation short. She could relate. It wasn't exactly the coolest thing to talk to your siblings in front of people.
When he switched off his phone, Schiller rearranged her seating position on the grass to face him and opened her mouth to speak. But before she could muster up any words, he abruptly told her that he had to go. Schiller felt an unexpected feeling of disappointment upon hearing this. She hadn't known the guy until just 10 minutes ago, but some part of her didn't want him to leave. But ever the lady, she put on a smile and replied "I understand, if you have time you can stop by the club, I usually go there after hours on Fridays". The boy gave her brisk nod and did the most surprising thing. He slipped the chain of daisies he had been linking together over Schiller's wrist. It was definitely the cutest thing any boy had ever done for her. She felt a strange tingle of happiness spread across her face as she watched him leave. She hoped more than anything that he would turn up at Downtown Roanoke. [/size]
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