Post by ANDRIEAS on Apr 23, 2012 21:56:10 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;] [/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]this life[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]MAKING SENSE OUT OF NOTHING[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Andre scratched his right arm, near the top of his shoulder. He had an irritated look on his face and his arms were covered in a red, itchy rash. He had made the mistake of venturing into the woods trying to figure out why they were called the "Forbidden Woods". He know understood why. His hair was messy, the yellow in his eyes flashing brightly with each passing hit of the sun. He had run into a bush awhile back, too far into his journey to turn back. The bush had seemed all too ordinary, but had turned his arms from above his elbows into a red rash. He was scratching them constantly trying to calm the horrible feeling of being so itchy. Andre had himself to blame for this horrendous rash annoying him so much. There was something he could have done to prevent it, really. More than one thing.One, he could have worn his usual green trench coat. That was a quite usual site when spotting Andre whenever you happened to get the chance. At the moment, he was wearing a sleeveless, light blue shirt, loose the way he liked it. Andre's arms were pretty much bare (aside from the festering rash that he couldn't stop scratching). Two, he could have not made the stupid excursion into the woods at all and saved himself a lot of time and pain. He could have stayed back at the school and done something more painless like swimming (this is ironic because Andre hates swimming with a burning passion). Andre suddenly regretted his decision more than ever and sat down on a rock. He ran his fingers through the front part of his hair. God, today was just getting more and horrible for him. Andre couldn't help it. Ever since he had arrived at this school, things had been getting seemingly worse for him. Really, if he thought hard about it, things had been getting worse as he grew into an adult male. 18 was considered an adult male according to humans, if he recalled correctly. His back was pressed against a fallen branch from a tree and he was seated on a lumpy rock. Andre took a deep breath and tried desperately to clear his mind. He was hopelessly lost and covered in a rash which was bringing a red flush to his cheeks. He quietly closed his yellow eyes and tried to think of a way to calm down. "beata maria. you know i am a righteous man. of my virtue, i am justly proud. beata maria. you know im so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd. then tell me, maria. why i see her dancing there. why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul. i feel her, i see her. the sun caught in her raven hair, is blazing in me out of all control. |
Andre wasn't thinking that someone could hear him, and he kept singing. He mainly wished to calm his nerves, and singing had been proven from past experiences to be quite effective. "this burning desire is turning me to sin." He stopped singing as his voice broke. Was his burning love for one certain girl turning him to sin? Had he done something wrong to any other student on the campus. "be mine or you will die.[/i]" His eyes flashed green and he reopened them. Andre sighed loudly, placing his chin in his hands and his elbows on his knees. Today was not going by as he planned, and now he was sitting in the woods all alone. And not to mention Andre was singing to himself like some crazy freak. After all, who else would make a venture into the woods without a teacher's permission.
Perhaps some students were as foolish as Andre was. Only perhaps was he not alone in the woods. A shivering thought swept over his mind. Maybe he wasn't alone in these woods. Maybe something vicious and evil, desperately wanting to rip his throat out and eat his shape shifter flesh was lurking in the distance. His eyes quickly circled around himself, checking the close range perimeter of his surroundings. Things seemed oddly clear, like not even a fly had the guts to pass into these woods unaccompanied. Andre felt a lump rising in his throat and he laid back against the fallen tree branch and accepted the fact he might as well die in these woods. Andre chuckled to himself, figuring he was now a die-hard pessimist.
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