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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 4, 2005 20:51:59 GMT -8
"It's just how people fit in." Andy said with a sigh. "This isn't high school. You don't have the people you grew up with. You never will. It's a curse."
He slipped his book into his backpack, leaning once again back onto the trunk of the tree.
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Post by darkangel on Feb 5, 2005 13:00:29 GMT -8
"yeah it is. I do miss my friends from highschool, but they all went to different colleges."She said sadly."Nothings like it once was.''
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 5, 2005 17:18:45 GMT -8
"Nothing will ever be like it was." Andy looked at the girl, and blinked.
"College isn't a time machine. It's a portal to your future."
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Post by darkangel on Feb 6, 2005 8:07:38 GMT -8
"no i guess it wont." Angel looked down.then looked back up at Andy and sighed "i guess it wont"
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 6, 2005 16:08:47 GMT -8
"But hey," he said trying to lighten the depressing mood he set. "You can always make new friends in college. It is freedom, right?" He grinned, trying to look at things better.
For her sake and his own.
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Post by skinowkoko on Feb 7, 2005 20:20:40 GMT -8
Laura was beginning to go stir-crazy. She had been sitting in classes and sitting in her dorm room and she was sick of it. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. She could barely sit still until her final class got out. She hiked the trail up a hill to where there were two benches. She sat on one, pulled out a notebook, and started to read. On the pages were her cue lines for the four short Thornton Wilder plays she was in. She would read her cue lines, then think what her line was. Although in the case of the solitude of nature, she said her lines aloud, which helped her learn them better.
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Post by kaidanasnan on Feb 8, 2005 14:36:51 GMT -8
((Sorry. Forgot I posted here. ||
Finding nothing to write and her mind wandering, she stood up, notebook and book still in hand. She saw a girl climb the trail and figured that might help get rid of the evil thing called Writer's Block.
She headed up the trail, walking slowly as she watched the sparse trees on either side of the path. She saw the girl sitting on one bench and took a seat on the other. She recognized the girl from somewhere. Lauren was her name, or maybe Laura? She turned to her notebook, pencil poised above the paper as she searched for somthing, anything to write. Nothing came. She sighed and heard the other girl speak some of the lines from the Thorton Wilder plays. So she acted? O liked to at the very least, obviously.
"Hi," she said suddenly. The silence had begun to bother her, as it always did.
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Post by skinowkoko on Feb 8, 2005 15:51:48 GMT -8
Laura jumped slightly. She didn't realize anyone else was there. And all along, she'd be doing her lines aloud...! Ah well. So she may be thought of as a schizo. No big.
"Hi," she replied.
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Post by darkangel on Feb 11, 2005 20:15:15 GMT -8
"yeah, it is. and i think i might have a new friend."She said smiling sweetly. She was talking about him. hopefully he would be her freind
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Post by kaidanasnan on Feb 13, 2005 11:31:58 GMT -8
Liz grinned as the other jumped. "Hi." Despite what the other thought, she was not thought of as a schizo, but rather someone who acted a lot. "I'm Liz by the way."
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Post by skinowkoko on Feb 13, 2005 14:01:47 GMT -8
"I'm Laura." She showed her scripts to explain. "I'm just going over my lines. Four Thornton Wilder plays plus the Shadow Box."
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Post by kaidanasnan on Feb 14, 2005 15:05:19 GMT -8
Liz nodded. "I figured that," she said. "It seems a lot to remember." She thought so, anyway. Laura probably wouldn't think so, or if she did she wouldn't mind much.
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Post by skinowkoko on Feb 14, 2005 15:28:07 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry, but I'm giving up online RPGs for Lent. That, and I need more time to work on my five plays, among other things  |
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Post by kaidanasnan on Feb 14, 2005 15:47:32 GMT -8
((Alright. Tell me when you're back.||
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Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 15, 2005 18:13:25 GMT -8
Andy nodded at Angel. "You do." He smiled softly, slipping on darkened shades. The sun was beating down too hard--he couldn't handle the pain.
"What's your major?" THey needed a topic. To become friends, they needed depth.
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