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Post by sophie on Jun 19, 2011 21:00:34 GMT -5
Sophie Jessica Reid
MISGUIDED GHOSTS TRAVELLING ENDLESSY
THE ONES WE TRUSTED THE MOST PUSHED US FAR AWAY
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Sophie sat on the bench with her sketch book in her lap. It felt good to have a pencil back in her hand and the feel of the pencil against the paper was heartwarming; it reminded her of all the times she had drawn before. She rarely drew when she was happy but this just happened to be one of those times. She needed the happiness. The blonde artist was currently sitting in the garden of the school. There were several groups of people around her playing different sports. Soccer, football, throwing a baseball, ultimate Frisbee, etc. Unlike all the people around her, they were all hanging out with their friends; something Sophie didn’t have.
Sophie had just become open with her roommate when she moved out. Now she was alone in the room which made meeting new people and coming out of her shell even harder than before. Her brother would kill her if he knew that she was living by herself. That wasn’t something she could control though. It just happened that way because her roommate moved away. She wasn’t sure where she went but Sophie thought she had gone back home.
The pencil was forming a flower bush that was over in the middle of the lawn. There was a garden surrounded by some benches then the rest was an open field where people could play sports. Hence all the shifters playing sports around her. None of the people gave her a second look. She had always been invisible to everyone except Nicholas. When Nicholas was here, she was the center of his world. They had a very strong brother-sister bond that no one could break. Even when she was in her shell, no one could break the bond. It was times like these when she missed her big brother. It was only a matter of months before he came back home for a two week leave.
She was so lost in the picture that Sophie didn’t hear the guy yelling to take cover when the football landed at her feet. It flew up and almost hit her in the head. She had ducked just in time. Sophie pulled her long sleeve shirt to cover her hands. She was sitting on the bench with her back resting again the arm rest and her legs were pulled up so they made a triangle with the bench. She was clad in white running shorts, a blue long sleeve shirt, a gray one on top, the necklace Nicholas had made her, her long blonde hair was thrown up in a messy bun, and her bag on the ground. when the ball landed on the bench, it had knocked her shoes off the bench. The guy apologized, grabbed the football and ran back to his friends.
She bent down and reached for her flip flops that were on the ground. She sat back and continued to draw the flower bush.
"You talking."[/color] "Others talking."[/color] [/size]
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Post by meagan on Jun 20, 2011 13:27:54 GMT -5
OOC: that awkward moment when you forget you're modifying a post and not replying to one.. <3
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Post by sophie on Jun 20, 2011 14:17:57 GMT -5
Sophie Jessica Reid
MISGUIDED GHOSTS TRAVELLING ENDLESSY
THE ONES WE TRUSTED THE MOST PUSHED US FAR AWAY
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Sophie hadn’t heard the guy running through the garden. After the football incident, she had been swallowed up in the drawing like so many times before. She chewed on her lip as she put the finishing touches on the picture. She heard someone say something but knew it wasn’t addressed to her so she ignored it. It only came to her attention when she saw the chocolate eyes on the pale face. She was startled when she saw him. It was something unexpected for her. No one ever placed their face that close to hers. No one ever came that close to her in general. It was like she had a magnetic field that bounced people away. The magnetic field never attracted anyone. This was a first.
The boy opened his mouth and the words “You alright?” came from his mouth. This was another strange factor. No one ever spoke to her. Only a few people had spoken to her out loud; Stellan, Sklyer, and Rochette. The magnetic field made people look away and notice everything but her.
Sophie brushed the few pieces of her hair out of her face. She pulled her hands into her sleeves and pulled her knees closer to her chest hiding the drawing of the flower bush. The noise of the people playing the sports went on around them. They were stuck in their own little world where the magnetic field didn’t work on this guy. The boy was sweating and it was apparent that he had either been running or working out. Since he was breathing was still a little irregular, Sophie assumed he had just come back from a run.
The boy continued to look at her and she figured it was time to answer him. She looked at his face again. His eyes were the prettiest chocolate brown she had seen. His hair was black and messy. It fit him perfectly. Looking at him made her want to sink back into the bench even farther then she had already tried. Sophie opened her mouth and let the few words come out. “Yeah…”
She hesitated and thought for a moment, should she ask what his name is? It would be the polite thing to do and Nicholas would be happy with her. She would be doing what he wanted her to do. Lifting her head to face the boy, Sophie opened her mouth again and more words spilled out. “What’s your name?”[/b] "You talking."[/color] "Others talking."[/color] [/size]
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Post by meagan on Jun 20, 2011 16:59:42 GMT -5
  The second her eyes were brought to his attention he hesitated in a moment of awe. Their blue color was cold and incisive, it reminded him strongly of glaciers. Those eyes held her feelings, behind a shield of ice. As his stunned episode passed he noted that she had a similar expression looking at him, but didn’t think much of it, before curling up on the spot implying that she wanted to hide her art. It was a shame really considering it was a very pretty piece that she was working on, from what he saw of it. Clearly she was talented with pen and paper.
Matthew felt like a torment when she cuddled up against the sketchbook, she didn’t appear overly disposed to being in his company. Just as he motioned to stand up right and part ways she spoke again, this time catching him off guard. He was halfway standing when she sought his name. Spotting the now empty half of the bench, due to her folding up, he swiveled on the balls of his feet sliding onto the bench, careful to not bump against her. He leant forward onto his legs, letting his hands dangle toward each other and tilted his face in her direction. “I’m Matthew.”
By now his breathing was regulated, but the heat was still bothersome. He gripped the front of his shirt and ruffled it sending a flow cooler air against his body. Now that he sat back and really looked at her he found her to be familiar. He definitely had seen her out and about before, more than likely drawing., and come to think of it she was usually alone. That or her was confusing her with another tiny blonde girl, which was always a possibility. Regardless of the fact that he was probably wrong Matthew couldn’t help but worry about her solitude.
As he sat there the need to make this girl happy – so far as he could tell she was upset – would not go ignored. If not happy then at the very least comfortable. He could almost feel the bubble she cast about herself, it was one that suggested she didn’t want to be disturbed. Matthew wasn’t always the best at reading peoples emotions, but his heart was surely in the right place. This field of sorts had nearly sent him away but now it would have no such luck. He beamed a friendly smile at her, partially unaware of it, and contemplated her “I’ve seen you around before, what’s your name?”
WC:423
Outfit:Hey chicka bomp bomp
Notes: it's alright! its quality not quantity!!  besides this is a pretty small post too 
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Post by sophie on Jun 20, 2011 19:39:59 GMT -5
Sophie Jessica Reid
MISGUIDED GHOSTS TRAVELLING ENDLESSY
THE ONES WE TRUSTED THE MOST PUSHED US FAR AWAY
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Sophie watched the mysterious boy stand. It looked like he was turning to leave. She was glad she spoke out when she did because she didn’t want him to leave. She would never voice that but she wanted the company. It was strange being around another male human being outside of her classes. When the mystery boy spoke his voice was deep and comforting. It sounded almost like Nicholas’, a voice that brought her out of even her deepest times of distress.
Matthew. That was the mystery boys name. It was a strong and loyal name. A biblical name. The name suited Matthew almost as close the sun suited the sky. Matthew sat down on the other side of the bench and leaned forward. Sophie watched Matthew’s hands dangle close to each other. They looked strong and sturdy. Another trait Matthew shared with her brother. A gust of wind blew through and sent a chill down her spine. She shivered and whipped the loose strands of hair that were blown into her face by the wind.
“I’ve been you around before, what’s your name?” Sophie thought for a moment. She had seen Matthew around before too. But where was the good question. She wracked her brain trying to see if they shared any classes together. Most of the time, Sophie kept her head down on her paper. She was either taking notes or doodling; however, the majority of the time, it was the later. He wasn’t in any of her classes. She must have just seen him around possibly switching from class to class.
“My name is Sophie,”[/color] Her voice was soft and quiet. Her stuttering habit had disappeared when she was nervous and she was very happy about that. She was shy and it always made matters worse when she stuttered. She was about to say she didn’t know when she’d seen him but then something came to mind. “I've been to the beach to draw. Have you been there?”Sophie shifted so her back was against the back of the bench. Sitting in the tight little ball was uncomfortable when she was in human form. However, the story was different when she was a fox. It was a position she greatly enjoyed while she was a fox. It was comfortable and she could fit into almost any nook or cranny. She unfolded her short but slender legs and tucked them underneath her Indian style. Her sandals fell to the ground and she left them there. She would get them later when she left. Her sketchbook fell open on her lap and she pulled her hands into her sleeves trying to hide them from Matthew. She chewed on her lip and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "You talking."[/color] "Others talking."[/color] [/size]
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Post by meagan on Jun 21, 2011 17:19:34 GMT -5
Her voice was delicate and hushed only with a hint of being timid. Of course she had seen him at the beach, he all but lived there. He scoured his head for the image of a petite blonde seated at on the sand with a sketchpad but couldn’t place it in any of his recent visits, then again his ventures to the beach were usually not spent ashore people watching. Dismissing the redundant self-investigation he came to the conclusion that she had seen him before, more than likely disappearing beneath the ebbing blankets of blue. To that mention a smirk tugged at the right of his mouth.
“It’s my favorite spot,” he said after she had resituated herself sending her sandals flying for the second time. He leaned down and scooped them up in one hand, holding the two restraints with his index finger. Matthew observed the book open in her lap near her hidden hands. His eyes fell upon the image of a flower bush, beautifully adorned with a pattern of petals that exemplified one not to far away. He had to admit her artistic skills were nothing to stick your nose up at.
Matthew took his time studying the sketch, then looked back at her “that’s really good,” he motioned toward the illustration, “but I don’t see why you keep throwing you shoes away.” He leant back and dangled the pink sandals in front of her face. He couldn’t determine her mood. She obviously wanted him there, if not why would she press on with conversation, however at the same time she kept to herself in a way that exhorted that she was disconcerted with him being there. Girls were puzzling enough as it was, and Sophie had managed to one up them as a whole. Unbelievable creatures, women.
Somewhere in the garden Matthew’s name resounded, resulting in his head whipping around to the source as a reflex. A Frisbee was dead on course for the both of them. He simply stuck out his hand behind Sophie’s head, guesstimating it’s path, and snatched it from the air not a moment too soon. It suddenly donned on him that the garden was not exactly hazardless. With a flick of the wrist he sent the disk soaring to its owner, turning back around chuckling lowly as if it were ordinary. There were fields scattered about the academy expressly available for sports and other recreation, yet it seemed that everyone decided to take it to the garden today. He had never prized his fellow students on their deduction skills.
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besides this is a pretty small post too 
