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last  paper  joins  it’s  half-crumbled  family  on  the  desk  before  he  raises  himself  back  up.   ❛ Thanks.❜  is  a  muttered,  obligated  word   said  by  a  boy  much  the  same.  Quiet,  not  shy - - -  just   tired,   just  out  of  place,   just  caught  up  in  his  own  storm  as  a  dark  cloud  overhangs  above  his  head.  Let  the  wind  within  chill  your  ribs  and  a  bleeding  heart  make  rain  as  thunder  for  thoughts  echo  at  the  back  of  your  mind,  boy.  He’s  not  there  anymore ;  not  there or  there,   but  here ,  but  not  quite.    FUCK.   He  may  as  well  be  a   misplaced  ghost.    One  that  gives  an  understanding  look   when  it  comes  to  the  idea  of  crowds.  His  answer  beings  with  a  quiet   scoff ,

            ❛  Yeah          no kidding.

He  takes  his  time  brewing  his  answer  as  he  starts  filing  his  binder  into  his  messenger  bag.  Guess  it’s  bonding  time  for  new kids.   Less  of  an  interrogation,   but  more  of  a  desperate  attempt  to  find  an  equal.  He  flickers  his  eyes  to  the  other  social-awkward  student,  and  he’s  not  gonna  waste  his  breath  confirming  he’s  the  new  kid.  It’s well known.  

                        ❛        I’m  used  to  it.  ❜  

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          Words  are  grey ;  flat,  bland,  cold.   Which  doesn’t  sit  well  with  him,  really.  So  he  licks  his  lips,  pulls  his  shit  together,  and  tries  for  a  warmer  expression,  though  a  face  remains  nothing  short  of  tired.  He’s  not  gonna  force  a  happy-go-lucky  expression,  though.  That’s  a  lie  not  worth  it.  Fuck  that.   He  can  still  be  nice  though.

              ❛  I’ve,  uh,   been  the  new  kid  a  lot,  so - - - . ❜  sentence  ends  with  a  deep  breath.  He’s   not  sure  if  it’s  a  stay-or-go   situation,  but  he  has  nothing  better  to  do  than  stand  there  until  her  cue.   ❛ What  about  you

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          she nods in place of saying ‘you’re welcome’  – call it a silent solidarity.  she has a pact,  within herself,  to only coddle as much as she might want someone onto her,   and she holds respect to keeping space.    QUIET not shy.    and this town really tried to pry one out of their own comfort;  newcomers were like celebrities,   and it seemed everyone knew your name before it’s even been spoken.     so really it was,  if anything,  something to put her at ease to have the slightest casual chit-chat with the boy,  too.    something about him told her he was equally as bewildered,   and she doesn’t hold it against him for not being exactly chipper.    

             ❛   –   i was actually born here.   my dad lives here,  and my parents separated when i was young and i was raised in, aharizona.   but i just moved back,  but i can’t really say there’s much ..  familiarity in it,  ❜    she feels as though she’s shared her blip a thousand times over,   since most others had already pestered her about how her dad is chief of police.   oddly enough,   it didn’t hinder any advancements upon herself.   she kind of wishes it did.    she makes note of not wanting to hold the other hostage in a conversation too long,  so she continues,    ❛   if you,  uh..   ever need help for getting around town,  or even a study buddy or something  –   i don’t mind stepping in.   everyone here is pretty eccentric..  but it’s good to have at least someone.  ❜

 
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BELLA SWAN

independent and selective canon divergent twilight/tvd roleplay blog for isabella swan.
mutually exclusive, multi-verse and ship. oc, crossover, and au friendly.

❛ she defies us all. ❜

written by sam.
twenty - est.
est 07/2013, revamped 11/2015. triggers will be tagged. please read rules before interacting.

❛ life is hard. ❜

draft count: 8.
message count: 0.
starter count: 0.
plotting: open.
queued: infinite.

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