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Post by CHARLES HAWTHORNE on Mar 5, 2010 21:55:23 GMT -5
 --- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center] Of all of the reasons, the world couldn't be more elegant. Filled with people that aren't even worth it, alongside those that find it fun and blissful to pick on the weak. Interweaving hiis white gloved hand through his dark raven locks, a man of tall prestigue sat back on a velvet red chair, his geranium eyes locked on a book that layed opened on his lap, his left hand tugging at the corner of the crisp, musty pages as he pondered about something, closing his eyes for short moments before opening them again. His thoughts weren't lingering on something for a long period of time. They were whispering to him about one topic, then suddenly switching to another one. The man sometimes desiderated the day when he will finally let go of this job: to live on his own, in peace, surrounded with the people that he loves. The students all around him ran in different directions, tripping over each other and trying to act cool. It was inevitable. A waste of time, and the poor librarians sit here, having no authority over the kids that caused amok in the peaceful sanctuary. Finally opening up his eyes after a long duration of slipping into his own little world, he placed his right hand underneath his chin, turning his head sharply until a crack! was heard. "My oh my... You are surely not complying to the rules." He said, drumming his fingers against his arms while he looked at the students infront of him. One of them slowed down in mid-air, having a power to propell himself in the air, and looked towards the tall man, and as if on que, all of the students stopped with what they were doing, turning around so they got a good look at the professor. Inside of the man's head, a slow, classical musical peace played on, the mafia-like beginning slowly starting to go to the tango; the climax of all stories. Charles Hawthorne found it interesting. Students not obeying the staff members of the school while they well know that the professors are more experienced and can kick their asses anyday. That part depended on the experience of the adult, and how they take the job. If they took it seriously like himself, then yes. If they didn't, then they are simply going to get embarrassed infront of a group of kids, when it's actually supposed to be the other way around. Taking one slow step infront of them, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, awaiting... thinking... about what will happen next. Charles could feel other people studying in the far corners of the huge domain, knowing that a sudden silence prones to something unusual or exciting happening, and he needed to end that soon. "I will let you go, for now." He exclaimed, holding the red book in his right hand, slipping his index finger between the pages that he had left off of, watching the students going back to the riled up creatures that they are. He had to admit it; being a professor is fun at times, especially if the students have to obey you due to your looks, behaviour, and personality. He knew the females of this academy look at him with sultry eyes, but he says, "Sorry, I'm already taken" which makes them drop into a gloomy state. With one fluid and elegant turn, he walked towards his red chair, leaning back into it while placing his right leg over his left knee, opening up his book where he was left at and placing it on his lap, his sanguine eyes gazing down at the black printed words with little interest.
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Post by ALICE THOMPSON on Mar 5, 2010 22:53:01 GMT -5
And so I close my eyes, will you be my teddy bear? [/size][/font][/center] As if the Library couldn’t get anymore loud it seemed, as if that was the only thing it was good for. It was like a cafeteria, only you don’t eat, you just meet up with friends, because no one ‘read’ anymore unless you were forced. It was like being force fed, and no kid likes that. Still, there were no parents that could instruct them not to do anything they deemed wrong, no rules to put them down, at least the ones they’d listen to, unless the Professor had some ungodly skill with persuasion or he just looked down right scary. Or perhaps you were someone with status, someone that could occupy their raging attention spans enough to restore order if for just a little while. That was really what Alice’s job was, sort of. It was a job she exactly wanted, as she did her own thing all the time. Though she could very well say that, sure, her actions would cause one to wonder, but if she was comfortable doing it then what else really mattered? And so, she came into the library with a pot in her hands, a wilted plant encased in earthy soil. She looked so sad, and yet determination flared in her eyes like a burning flame.
She scuffled to a nearby empty table and placed the pot on top of it, making sure that she neatly put away anything on its surface. She scooted the chairs to the side so as not to get in her way. Some of the students were already expecting this, whenever she had that serious determination, they knew that song was coming. Hell, some people even anticipated for this moment to come, because the infamous ‘Flower Dance’ captivated in its own quirky, cute way. They were sure that no other girl could perform it and look half as right as she could. And so she stood in front of the round table, looking over the plant as a small crowd grew, but did not cover the table, they gave her space as if out of respect.
Tap Tap…Tap Tap Tap.
The beat was laid out by her heel, it was meant to be soft, not overly loud. She had begun to sing, and her voice had quickly filled the Library, now being an actor meant you had to be good with many things, singing was one of them.
“Oh, little plant, don’t worry ‘bout a thing. Just keep dreaming! You’ll become big and strong in no time! You’ll be okay! Just say your prayers and they’ll be answered. I’ll be there! Become large and happy today! Let’s sing today!”
She paused, tapping her foot before bursting into cheerful quick song.
“So lali lali da! So lali lali lu! So lali lali da! So lali lali lu!”
She repeated her tapping before she started to dance and skip in a circle round the table, whilst everyone watched, some smiled instantly, and some were intrigued especially if new.
“Don’t become a mean Willow tree when you grow up! He’s mister grumpy! Become like the cherry blossom tree! All happy, healthy and pretty! Grow up and make others happy today! Because you’ll know your worth! It’s so good to be appreciated!” She sang with jubilee and glee with every step, with every swing of her hips, and every bounce.
“So dah lali lali! So dah lali lali lu! So da lali lali! So lali lali lu!”
And so with her hands on her hips, she stopped, still swaying like a dancing tree blown by the breeze. “Grow, grow, grow…” She said, her voice slowly get louder, the plant had begun to response starting to grow with sheen of healthy green. She hunched forward, her arms in front of her before she threw them upwards shouting ‘YOM-TAH!”. The pot burst into life, indeed, roses had bloomed as if it had its best care taker caring for it. There was clapping, the roses were a soft velvety red, her papa’s favorite.
“I’m all done! Roses are pretty stubborn.” She brushed off her shirt a little, and smiled happily. She leaned forward, sniffing the beautiful flowers. They smelt wonderful. |
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