Wet Days {Lexus}

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=5a7a56][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:3px; background-image: url(http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x463/takeda7283/Izzys%20Modding/Aodh/aodh1.png); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x463/takeda7283/Izzys%20Modding/Aodh/aodh1.png); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x463/takeda7283/Izzys%20Modding/Aodh/aodh1.png); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style] [style=margin-right; 19px; margin-top: -360px; height: 375px; margin-left: 115px; margin-bottom: -5px; overflow:auto; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #e1dbc2; padding-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;] The library was as quiet as ever. Only the quiet whispers and almost inaudible giggles of the students disturbed the pristine silence of the room. Most of the people there were studying, but there were some individuals only there to get away from the school outside. Fools, really, trying to run away from classes. The peace and quiet of the library was a welcome sanctuary for most, and was a great place to study, for those interested in doing so. The weather had driven most people inside for the day, the rain falling hard enough to douse any interest in remaining outside. The one exception to that would obviously be any of the water-loving races. The Selkies and the Mermaids, for instance. To most of the other students, the weather was a perfectly acceptable reason to stay inside for most of the day. The only reason that anyone would go outside would be to move between the dorms and classes. It was a quiet day, a soft day. A day when anyone would love to stay inside. Unfortunately, it was also a school day, and that also meant that there were classes, and those classes were mandatory for students and teachers alike. The cold and the wet wasn't the only reason to stay indoors, however. Some students were in the library because it was one of the few places they enjoyed spending their day. Lounging back in an armchair, the youthful-looking redhead flipped the page with one pale finger. The hand rose back to his head, two fingers extending up his cheek, the others supporting his chin. The book was a new one, relatively. It had only come out in the last few years. Most of the older books in the library, Arinbjörn had read ages ago. The style of literature over the years had changed, he had to admit. Not always for the better, or for the worse, but change had occurred. Fluid prose had become less prevalent, replaced by a closer focus on overlying story. The concentration on personal heroism that had been omnipresent in the ancient stories, such as the Odyssey and the Iliad, had softened into a closer look at the human reaction to so many different things. Björn suspected, deep inside, that some of the authors he had read weren't really human, but only pretended to be so that they could bring their stories to the human world. That world was one that was vastly different from the one that the students at the school knew. It was quieter, more innocent. The people of that world could ignore the glaring flaws in their reality. The cracks in the facade that their beliefs held before their eyes. When that belief was broken, when the cracks were revealed, humans often couldn't deal with the shattering of their reality. It was sad, really, but sometimes, people needed their ideas of reality. Even if it was only because that reality was all they had ever known. With a slight frown, he turned to the next page, his hazel eyes flicking down the rows of text. There wasn't much he could do on a day like this. The rain made him feel smaller, doused his spirit. He'd already gone to all of his classes for that day, so until he felt comfortable enough with walking through the rain to get to the dorms. Maybe a few more chapters... [/style]

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[LEXUS]

[bg=383838][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Five Minutes To Midnight ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ∗ ஐ I Can See Our Names In City Lights. Make Your Heart Stop.

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Oh how am I supposed to love rain? All it does is make things wet and the sky all dreary. I may need water but today is NOT a pretty day as I like it. Maybe if I sing "Rain, Rain, Go Away" today will clear up for me.

I scratched out another line in my notebook, wondering how to start this writing. So far I didn't even have the first line done. I wondered how poets and writers could just look at the sky and write a million words about it. All I saw was a big blotch of blue and white I didn't care about. The only true part was that the rain was dreary and absolutely depressing. It forced me into a pessimist's perception of things. Then, I finally thought of the solution to my problem with my writing.

To start off, I would need an open mind. Second, a muse. I wasn't missing the open mind, just missing the muse part. Hmm. What could be a muse to me? I glanced around the library, checking every student and every inch of the library. My eyes glided along the whole room, back and forth and repeat. Everyone was either too boring or too much of something. I needed something or someone who caught my eye better than anyone else.

Then, I saw him. He was sitting and reading. Red hair and hazel eyes. Maybe it was a different eye color. I couldn't see his eyes very well so I might've been mistaken for his eye color. It didn't matter. There was an aura about him that was different than the others I had seen. A light bulb flickered into my mind and I began writing furiously. My ideas were flowing so easily it was like I had opened the door to creativity.

Red. Red. Red. I'm gonna paint this city red. Gonna get in way over my head
Just wanting something to happen

Already done with three lines and I had barely seen him. My eyes would glance up to him then back down at my paper. This would continue in a pattern of my writing then looking up at my new muse. If he caught sight of me... oh that would be far more than embarrassing for me. Not only would I look creepy, I would look positively awkward. Hopefully, by the grace of God, he wouldn't look up and notice me. I was just sitting there, blond braids framing my face and my bulky sweatshirt and skinny jeans looking awkward. Oh god....

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tag, IZZY <3
music, Five Minutes to Midnight; Boys like Girls
lyric, Five minnnutes to midnight
notes, euh, no comment
credit, belongs to LUCI of ON THE EDGE. Colours selected by ISHI of bON THE EDGE. steal and forfeit your life and chocolate.

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[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/profile01/134/c821e17829424f36a6ce5a97d03df193/s.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;]Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've madeIf you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;]You know that moment where you swear your own heart stops beating for a second you get so scared? Yeah. That's what I was feeling. Not only had my muse noticed me, but was now talking to me. And to make it worse he was male. I couldn't talk to men half the time, so what made this moment any different from any other time I had screwed up as badly as this. Oh I might've looked super creepy, especially with the constant staring and then looking down at my notebook. Speaking of my notebook.... I let my eyes glide down quickly to the page and felt my face flush red. I snapped the notebook close, making a small noise. Thank goodness it hadn't been too loud. I looked back up at the boy, my face still red from embarrassment. I wondered what he was thinking right now. I probably looked crazy by now. One of my braids was hanging in front of my right eye, closer to the bridge of my nose. My blue headband was starting to slide down, so I moved it up with my hands. I could barely breathe at this point, but my face was back to it's normal tan color. Taking another breath, my hands moved my notebook to the table. "I'm sorry for staring at you. I just needed something to write and draw. Guess you were the only thing interesting enough." I said nonchalantly, pulling the sleeves of my neon green jacket down and put my hands in my pockets. I refused both mentally and psychically to look the boy in the eye at that point. But, against my better judgement, looked up at him and smiled nervously. Had that come off as creepy or as a compliment. I would find out soon enough, I guess. [/style][style=margin: 10 10 10 10; width: 310px: height: 50px; overflow: auto; background-color: 800000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 8 8 8 8px;]Words: Tags: IZZY <333 Muse: Get Set Go Inspiration: I Hate Everyone~ Get Set Go Other: Nervous[/style][style=margin: 0 10 10 10; width: 330px; background-color: 800000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 6 6 6 6px; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000;]Lyrics from Perfect Insanity by Disturbed Post template designed by Amami 天海 of OTE[/style]