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make me wonder what's the meaning of life ⠀ --- what's the use to be born and then die?
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damu
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Post by Nenetl Cabral on Mar 30, 2017 21:48:46 GMT
to protect the people i love  The strength I have is not enough Nenetl was no kind of artist; at least, no kind of good artist as far as she was concerned. It had always been others with the talent. Yaya could draw so amazingly well and Taca's voice had been so pretty. He'd been such a little boy, but he had always had perfect pitch. Ezi and Calli, the oldest and twins, had been the active ones. There was rarely a sport or activity they didn't excel at. But Citla, Pilli, and Nene had always felt like the odd ones out, with no special talents to call their own. But now Taca was dead; his pure and clear voice would never sing again. Ezi and Calli were gone too, trying to save them; to save their mother too. So was little baby Chipa who had only just turned one year. Were Yaya and Citla still ok? Was Pilli? Did any of her siblings still live? Nene didn't know and that lack of knowledge was like a belly full of lead.
She was tucked up in the greenhouse, perched up on a beam where she really had no purpose being. In her lap was a notebook she was aimlessly sketching in. It might have been silly, but it made her feel a little closer to her oldest sister. Here in the damp heat, with the sun beaming down through the glass ceiling, Nene felt both fully alive and filled with a cat-like indolence. Her pencil snagged on the slightly damp paper and she sighed. It wasn't a very good bird to begin with but now it looked even more lopsided. She frowned down at it and then, after closing the notebook and jamming her pencil into the spiral rings binding it, dropped it to the greenhouse floor.
"Ehuacan, Nenetl," she muttered to herself. She didn't actually listen to herself, however. Instead of getting up and being productive, she slid her butt off the rail and hung on it upside down by her knees, staring at the inverted scene of vibrant greenery. Her arms hung loose, the teeshirt she was wearing loose enough to pool around her chin and destroy any concept of modesty. Not there was anything to see, considering her chest was about as shapely as a ten year old boy's. |
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Enjoy life no matter what. Everyone has been given something to live for.
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Mar 31, 2017 0:53:05 GMT
 When you're screaming out
But you can't make a sound
You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think
Even when you're pulling at the seams
When the lights go out you still got me
It was a warm spring day, and he had already regretted to coming to school today. Warmer weather always made Rishe more unbearable, and with Amos suspended, he was left completely unguarded, other than his own abilities. Still, he made up up to the roof and into the greenhouse with little issue. He had decided for now, that was probably the best place for him to hide out. If Rishe bothered to show up, he had plenty of things in here to use against him. However, he wasn't expecting to see a practically half naked girl hanging from the rafters. He blinked a few times before turning around and going about his business, sealing the door to prevent his terrorizer from getting in. "You probably should consider getting down from there. You could get hurt if you fall." Still, he paid no mind to her, moving off to go and find a shovel or pick or something before setting into a corner with a book and got himself plenty comfortable. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two] |
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pyrokinesis
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make me wonder what's the meaning of life ⠀ --- what's the use to be born and then die?
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damu
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Post by Nenetl Cabral on Mar 31, 2017 18:44:54 GMT
to protect the people i love The strength I have is not enough She should not have been surprised to see another student up here. The roof was a popular hangout spot for many and it was just barely cool enough outside that the greenhouse wouldn't be unbearably stifling. So really, Nenetl should have expected someone to show up eventually. However, she was taken completely off guard by the boy who had just come in.
He blinked at her. She blinked at him. Belatedly, as he turned away from her, Nene tugged the hem of her shirt back up towards her hips. She watched the boy from her lofty, if inverted, location as he got settled, cocking her head slightly at his comment.
"Won't fall," she assured him in her accented, but clear, English. Nonetheless, the young girl levered herself up to grasp the beam with her hands and, after a bit of human pretzling, was climbing back down to the floor with seemingly little effort. She jumped down the last couple feet, landing in a crouch and retrieving the notebook she had dropped earlier. She walked a bit closer to where the boy with the cat ears had settled himself and offered a shy smile. "I'm named Nenetl. Sorry for if I worried you." She indicated the rafters with a vague hand wave. |
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Enjoy life no matter what. Everyone has been given something to live for.
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Mar 31, 2017 20:03:18 GMT
When you're screaming out
But you can't make a sound
You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think
Even when you're pulling at the seams
When the lights go out you still got me
Luka just continued on reading his book as the girl made her way down to the floor. It wasn't like it was really any of his business what people did or didn't do around here. It wasn't like he was one to really uphold the school rules. Not that he was really one to disobey them either. "You can do as you wish really. I just would hate to see someone get hurt up here. Cuz then they would have to temporarily close it..." He shrugged a bit and continued reading. "First year?" [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two] |
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questioning
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user is offline ●
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pyrokinesis
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pyroportation
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make me wonder what's the meaning of life ⠀ --- what's the use to be born and then die?
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damu
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First Year
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Post by Nenetl Cabral on Apr 1, 2017 2:24:43 GMT
to protect the people i love The strength I have is not enough A slight crease formed between her brows as Nene processed his words with a bit of effort. The rather blasé attitude he had over someone being theoretically injured up here didn't seem to ruffle her feathers as she just shrugged. She wasn't precisely a rule breaking sort of child intentionally; sometimes she just conveniently forgot there might be common sense rules in place for safety reasons.
She nodded in response to the question he posed. "Yes," she replied a beat later, realizing he was still looking down at his book. Having no intention of standing on ceremony with the unknown boy, Nenetl found herself a comfortable nook near him and made herself comfortable, flipping her notebook open to doodle some more. |
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