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Post by Aidan Bridges on Jan 28, 2011 23:36:52 GMT 10
After spending most of his first free period sleeping, Aidan wasn't in much of a mood to go to class, still feeling drowsy from his sleep in. Having only woken about 5 minutes before the bell (waking up with only enough time to put on his uniform and down a protein bar) Aidan was still feeling the affects of the late wake up; his hair was relatively messy, his feet were dragging and he kept yawning every couple of minutes. A few people looked at him a little strangely as he walked past them, but as they were mostly younger than he was, he was able to stare them down and make them move on down the hallway without a second glance. Aidan very much enjoyed that power.
Upon arriving on the threshold of his maths classroom Aidan hesitated to open the door, his hand quivering over the doorhandle. He had zero desire to enter the room and write notes about trigonometric functions or integration or what ever else he was meant to be learning. He understood almost everything his teacher explained first time around and was bored after the first fifteen minutes of class because he always finished the questions faster than most of his peers. This realisation is what made him turn away from the door and briskly make his way towards the stairs at the end of the hallway.
Once at the bottom of the stairs Aidan entered the library on the second floor and went to the back corner of the overly large room, somewhere anyone rarely went. The shelves around him were filled with old dusty books about the history of the school and Nice itself, hardly anyone checked out the books and when they did it was usually only to find some useful information on local shops. As he approached an empty table, Aidan pulled out one of the vacant seats and swung his bag onto the hard surface in front of him. Hoping his rolled up vest would aid him in his hope for comfort, he laid his arms over his bag and his head on top of his somewhat comfortable arms. The moment his head was down, Aidan felt a rush of tiredness flow through him and he hoped that he would very soon be asleep.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Feb 7, 2011 9:03:37 GMT 10
Felicity was looking for a book she needed for English class. After searching all the shelves she was getting desperate, it was study hall, and had only just begun, but she was still relatively new, and was bound to get lost. She had already searched the entire first story to the library, and was now busily searching the second.
She was getting frustrated. The books that she could reach weren't ever the right ones, and she couldn't reach the ones above the fourth shelf. She sighed, straining on her tip toes, and only succeeding in falling down on her butt when she lost her balance. Sighing she stood up and looked around, noticing a corner she hadn't seen previously. With a hopeful little squeal she dashed back into that corner.
"Ah!" She stumbled backwards, seeing what she thought at first to be a dead corpse. Then she noticed that his back was rising and falling gently. She gulped, and prodded his arm with a pencil. "Hey, Mister." She whispered. "I don't think you're supposed to be sleeping, I'm pretty sure if the ladies catch you they're not going to be nice and offer you a cookie." She whispered.
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Post by Aidan Bridges on Feb 13, 2011 9:10:52 GMT 10
As he lay against his arms, Aidan's mind started to wander and he found himself going on a tangent of random thoughts, his head working at trying to fall asleep. He thought about school, home, what he would be doing next summer, graduation and then suddenly he found himself throwing his graduation cap into the air, a great smile on his face, glad to have finally finished school. No more useless maths, Aidan thought to himself as he looked around at his peers. He then heard something very strange, a small, yet frightened, yell, so he looked around him, but everyone was smiling, no one was screaming. He then felt something poking his arm and he suddenly awoke, taking a moment to realise he had been dreaming about graduation.
Aidan cursed under his breath and attempted to calm himself, knowing the the person who woke him would be very sorry. A small voice was speaking beside him and, as he turned his head to face them, lifting it only slightly, a very distinct glare crossed over his face, frustration and annoyance building up inside him. The girl who was speaking to him was whispering and her words were lost in his now angry mood, but he did catch the gist of what she was saying.
Taking a moment before replying, Aidan stared at her, wondering if she was trying to be funny. Gathering that she wasn't, he took in a deep breath and answered her whispering voice with a significantly stronger one. "Do you really think I care if the ladies catch me sleeping?" Aidan asked rhetorically, really hoping the girl wouldn't answer. "I'm tired, I don't intend on going back to my dorm and this is the comfiest and most likely place for me to get some sleep, so yes, I think I can sleep here. Now, if you don't mind," Aidan offered, but before he gave her a chance to reply, he turned his head back the other way and placed it back on his arms, shutting his eyes he tried picking up his dream where it left off.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Feb 13, 2011 10:10:56 GMT 10
She stared at him for a moment, her right eye beginning to twitch distinctly. She'd never been spoken to like that before! And especially not by a boy. Her first reaction was to walk away, and at first, she turned to do so. Then, she changed her mind, walking over and tapping him on the shoulder.
"Look here, dude." She rolled her shoulders back, standing to her full height of 5'1. "I don't know who you think you are, but I was just trying to help you. I don't even know you, and I can already tell you're going to live a sad life." With that, she crawled onto the table and "accidentally" kicked him in the head.
Hoping he was done talking, Felicity stood on tiptoe, leaning forward haphazardly to grab a book. She lost her balance, letting out a quiet screech as she toppled off the table.
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Post by Aidan Bridges on Feb 26, 2011 8:22:03 GMT 10
As the soft sound of footsteps floated up to his ears, Aidan felt instantly relieved to hear her leaving, but this feeling quickly disappeared as he felt another tap on his shoulder. Aidan ignored it and attempted to go back to sleep. Again she began to talk to him, attempting to give him a lecture on what a nice person she was and what a rude one he was. Aidan managed to ignore her, that was until her foot made contact with his head. He let out a grunt and sat up quickly, the girl standing on the desk in front of him, reaching for a book. She could have used a chair, she could have asked someone for help, but no, she had to stand on the desk and kick me, didn't she? Aidan thought to himself, watching the girl as she fell to the ground.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Aidan asked, standing slowly, allowing his height of 6'1" to tower over her as she sat sprawled on the floor. "First you wake me up, then you attempt to do the 'right' thing by lecturing me on how I shouldn't sleep in the library, then you tell me I'm going to have a sad life and then you kick me in the head? You must be seriously messed up in the head to think that what you're doing is okay."
Aidan stood over her for a moment, glaring, before he turned back to his chair and sat down back into his comfortable position. "If you weren't a girl you would be in a lot of pain right now, so piss off."
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Post by Felicity Skye on Mar 13, 2011 5:25:11 GMT 10
Felicity winced slightly. Her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Okay, I'm sorry." She said quietly, her confidence seriously shaken. She stood up and dusted herself off. She reached forward and tapped him on the shoulder gently this time.
"Excuse me? Could you please get that for me?" Her personality had changed quite a bit. He seemed like an alright person, someone who wouldn't hurt her. He respected women, and she had acted horrible to him. She smiled at him, even though he couldn't see her. She pointed to the book she wanted, and pulled on the sleeve of his uniform shirt.
She kept the smile plastered on her face, feeling like a horrible person for even disturbing him in the first place.
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