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Post by CHERRILYN D'CANTIA! on May 25, 2011 15:06:11 GMT -5
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BE HEARD BE STRONG BE PROUD! WHILE I GOT THE MICROPHONE, MAKE SURE HOW I FEEL IS KNOWN. ALL MY PEOPLE TREAT EM RIGHT, WE RESERVE TO FIGHT! HERE WE COME AND WE'RE READY TO GO! BE HEARD BE STRONG BE PROUD!
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[/font] Library lyrics,[/font] here we go; lemonade mouthnotes,[/font] FREE FOR ALL \o3o/.[/div]
❚ THE SCHOOL WAS ALWAYS SO BUSY [/color], too busy, in fact, for the Academy’s line of royalty. The suck up Cherry rather liked to have her own space and she seemed to favour the library of all places. There was nothing like sitting down in silence with a good book, a cup of coffee and no one but little old you. That was kind of how she liked it to be. People got on her nerves, especially annoying little whiners who did nothing but mope in their own sorrows. If you can’t do things properly, why bother at all? Or, that’s what she thought. Her opinionated views normally left people outspoken and drowned. To her, that was a good thing, just another person put in their place, like they should. She was nobility, their word meant nothing. She wondered how she’d gotten partnered in the first place, with the Shilo kid. At least he could tolerate her, that was one thing for sure. The fact she was part of the Partoi to, Made no difference to her. It was expected. Or, amongst the males of her family it was. She was out to prove them wrong, her family, she wanted to prove she was just as strong as her brothers, or maybe more so. She wasn’t going to fail here, and no one was going to stop her either, even if she had to tear them down first she’d do it. For the sake of pride, honour and dignity, she was going to make her Helbard and DeathScythe, and she was going to survive. No matter what. There was no price that couldn’t be paid, no sacrifice that couldn’t be made. No pawns that couldn’t be spared in her journey. It seemed to always be on her mind, being better than anyone else, being stronger, smarter, faster then anyone else. If she couldn’t prove herself and her sworn promise to her father, then he would laugh at her, and she would become like her mother. That wasn’t her, not her lifestyle. She was a warrior, she had warriors blood, a noble guard. A Knight. If there was one thing she loathed about herself, it was her natural incapability to be as physically strong as men. It was something she could never change, and it irked her. She wanted to be the best, to do her family, and her name, proud. Be an inspiration to the other women of her family. They could fight, and they could be strong, they could do better than dawdle in the halls of some grand manor, clean, cook, have kids. That was no life for her, it never would be. Her heart was in battle. It would forever stay that way. She sighed to herself, brushing a hand through her long, soft, well-kept hair. Her bright blue eyes shut, calming the waves of her thoughts from a rugged stormy sea into a tranquil shore. Sometimes these things got the best of her. What she needed to be. It was a burden to bear, a hefty weight on her shoulders yes. But it was one she was willing to carry. [/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by tesla on May 26, 2011 12:47:06 GMT -5
Ah, the bliss of literature, there was nothing more satisfying then having a good book in ones hands. Ernest had taken it upon himself to visit the schools library at least twice a day. Today he was sitting atop the ladder on one of the large book shelves reading a novel that he had to say was both highly interesting, but at the same time sickened him a bit.
The book was titled "Artemis Fowl" and at first Ernest had no interest in reading the book simply because of the word "Artemis" also known for the Greek Godess of the Hunt. Ernest simple couldn't stand the thought of anything religious but upon reading a review of this book he decided he could stomach through the worst of it. At times he was simply facinated by the mentioned technology the book spoke of. It riddled his mind with the thought of these possible technological achievements. However the fact that "Fairy People" were using lasers and flying shuttles into magma flares almost made him want to throw the book back on the shelf.
Regardless he had always got taken back into the book from his pure curiousity and was now finishing the last few pages. He then closed the book and stepped down from the ladder he had been sitting on. Then he started to walk to where the book had previously been on the shelf. Along the way he caught sight of one other person, a girl who was also reading quietly there to herself. He slowed his pace at the sound of her sighing, then stopped short directly behind her.
Ernest was naturally curious about certain things, and for one reason or another her sudden expression made him think of about a dozen questions. Why did she sigh? Was this a sigh of frustration? Should I investigate the matter? Or should I just go on with my buisness and disregard it? Suddenly Ernest shifted his foot and heard a sound. He looked down to see someone had dropped a book on the floor and, just left it there. "What kind of person would do such a terrible crime as to leave this piece of literature on the floor." Ernest's voice was stern, a bit forceful and a little over his normal volume. Although this at the time didn't matter to him at the least. Someone just left a book on the floor!
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