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Post by Kimmi Swords on Jan 29, 2008 0:57:54 GMT -5
Kimmi liked to go to the library after school to do any homework she had. When she arrived to the library she usually went to the same place, she heads first to the coffee shop then to the farthest corner in the back. This corner was in the Fictional section, fiction and mysteries where her pot of tea and she loved reading them and getting lost in the pages of a scary mystery of unreal fantasy.
Kimmi was the emo/musician type but she secretly was a book worm, nothing made her happier then a new book . She loves the smell of new books when you first open them, and the felling over turning the first crisp page. Today she didn't have very much home work so she thought she would get in some reading first then do her homework.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 26, 2008 12:11:23 GMT -5
Some people would say Jake Wilde was stupid. Even people who were privy to his natural intelligence, just having a complete disinterest in school, would say he was pretty stupid. And yet, for all his detestation for stereotypes… how many times had he proven them right? How many times did a bloke have to disconnect the fire alarm next to the very back shelves of the library? If you asked him, it was very poorly placed. Convenient for him, of course, but one would have thought the architect would have been a little more realistic when it came to misbehaving kids. Jake stepped down from the pile of fictional novels, yes, he had been back there enough times to even know what area of the library he was in, and grinned with satisfaction up at the white circle… appearance-wise it seemed fine. That handy little red light would surely save them all when a match was dropped among the tinder hem books. Among the musty smell of the old, dejected books, gathering dust and the smell of nicotine from rebels before him, Jake took out his stainless Zippo, butane torch lighter and flicked on the blue flame. It let out a low hissing noise as the fuel was burned away. Peeking around the corner, though knowing full well that the librarian was filing in her office, Jake lit up his cigarette and the smoke slowly drifted away to the neighboring parts of the library, as he sat back on his stack of books, thinking little more of literature than his outward treatment of the books.
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Post by Kimmi Swords on Feb 26, 2008 23:23:24 GMT -5
Kimmi was getting really into her book and at a climax in it when all of a sudden her concentration was broken. She smelt somthing she didn't like, and she made a face as if she had just smelt poo. She plugged her nose and looked around, trying to find where the smell was coming from. She put down her book, got up and started searching. She kept her nose covered. Her father often smoked so the smell was no mystery of what it was but it was distracting. She walked around the 'Fiction' section and then headed into the area with the old books, where the smell was the strongest. She saw a boy sitting on a pile of books smoking right in the Library.
"Do you think no one notices the smoke or the smell?" She asked with a stern voice.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 27, 2008 1:20:35 GMT -5
Now, it was Jake’s experience (since he had been a real kid and in public schools, once upon a time) that students tried to avoid school when classes were over. It was a very strange thing to still be at school when not actually having to be in school. It was as equally frustrating, because where the heck was one supposed to go? It was no wonder he lashed out and broke the rules all the time. Smoking was one of the few things that calmed him. After being so emotionally jerked around by his father, Jake had become quite uptight and guarded. But it was exhausting to be like that all the time, and the nicotine intake was the only thing he had found to unwind him.
Jake was just letting out a soothing, smokey breath, when he was met with a familiar sound. True enough, Kimmi had never gotten on him, but he had heard it all before. He looked up at her with exasperated eyes. These goody-two-shoe-rich-kids were so self-righteous. They could never understand. Jake wetted his lips, taking a deliberate amount of time to reply.
“You think no one notices your smoke guise?” He asked, irritated with the entire school. It could very well have been the culture change, from his low-key lifestyle back in Oregon, to New York, but it did not make it any easier, not for a bloke so set in his ways. Finally standing, coming to his full height at 5’11”, Jake took his cigarette and put it out on the stem of a book on the shelf. When he looked back to Kimmi, he had a little smirk that could be taken as superiority, “If only you could put yours out so easily.” His eyes narrowed, but lit up in a familiar fashion for him when he was purposely trying to antagonize someone.
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Post by Kimmi Swords on Feb 29, 2008 16:08:19 GMT -5
Kimmi narrowed her eyes at Jake in a glare. Then she scrunched her nose at him and made a mimiky, whinning noise back at him. "You think your so cool cause you rebel against everyone, don't you?" Kimmi said. She rolled her eyes as he smirked his little rebelious grin at her. "You rebel, but all guys are the same" Kimmi stated as she walked back to her chair hopeing Jake wouldn't follow her.
It's not so much that he annoyed her, cause he did, but she just didn't like the smell of smoke. She asat down in her chair and opened up her book agian.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Mar 1, 2008 0:26:28 GMT -5
Jake got a surprised look on his face when Kimmi responded. He wasn’t sure what to think. According to many people he was not exactly ‘cool’. In fact, he knew of nerds who had more friends than he did. Friends that were social rejects, sure, but friends none-the-less. But unlike them, Jake rejected society first… at least this society. Jake was stunned for a moment, as Kimmi walked away from him. Was she… complementing him? He couldn’t tell. It might have been an insult that he just took as a complement… after all, he didn’t really want to get along with everyone… and what guy wouldn’t want to be like other guys? He certainly didn’t want to be some guitar-totting Nancy boy.
Jake came out from the shelves and approached Kimmi, ignoring the fact that she probably didn’t want him to. “If all guys are the same, why buy into these cliques?” He asked, with his brow knit.
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Post by Kimmi Swords on Apr 21, 2008 12:04:31 GMT -5
Kimmi looked up from here book. "No one wants to be like everyone else! So they put masks on to make them seem different, that is why we have cliques" Kimmi looked down at her book, "everyone is similar in different ways, but after being in a clique for so long then you get so used to it" She pointed out still looking at the page of her book. As she fliped another page she looked up at Jake "It's like when you travel to another country and you adopt its accent. When you live and believe it for so long it becomes real, even if it isn't true". "How often have you seen a Jock playing World Of War Craft?" Kimmi left Jake with the question as she continued to read her book.
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