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Post by ebony on Nov 24, 2010 22:26:35 GMT -6
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Post by Sebastian Teamani III on Dec 12, 2010 11:00:03 GMT -6
A deep scowl was etched into Sebastian’s features as he glared at his notebook. Inspiration had hit him mere moments ago but had left as soon as it had come. Constantly, he was coming up with new playwrights and scripts he intended on directing once he was graduated. Glancing around at all of the happy people of Wigmore, Sebastian couldn’t help but feel completely out of place. But that’s the way things usually went; he was seemed to be always out of place. He darkly glowered at nothing in particular while everyone else was laughing and smiling with a companion or two. Everyone was socializing or doing something to further better their outward appearance. Where Sebastian was aiming at much higher goals, if he did say so himself. What he didn’t understand was why everyone appeared so much joyous than he. With all that he was doing with his life, he should be happier than most of the superficial-airheads at the school, right? Sebastian, within good reason, attempted to estrange himself from his peers as they only seemed in search of self-seeking exaltation. But who was he to speak?
His chocolate brown eyes flitted back to his empty paper in front of him. Absentmindedly, Sebastian scrawled a singular word in small, elegant letters in the middle of the page. Alone. He heaved a heavy, annoyed sigh at the word he had just written. Someone with such high intellect as himself should not be feeling so painfully emotional. The inclinations that ragged in his tightened chest tugged at his lungs, almost implying their desire for escape. So to possibly flee from the all too familiar thoughts that irked him so, Sebastian looked back up to hopefully find some source of mild entertainment in that of a brainless act performed by one of his classmates. His eyes drifted from people sunbathing to a pick-up game of soccer – all of which bored him greatly. Finally, his gaze glided to a dark haired girl with a camera. Out of curiosity, Sebastian tilted his head to the side and watched her with a questioning look about his face. She looked familiar but he couldn’t place her name. A strange feeling of warmth was felt towards her. Sebastian thought it could be that she, too, seemed a bit out of place. It could have been the way she dressed that seemed so foreign and exotic. Or, maybe it was her aura in general; the way she carried herself. She was different and it perplexed him.
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Post by ebony on Dec 15, 2010 6:11:38 GMT -6
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Post by Sebastian Teamani III on Aug 19, 2011 13:03:28 GMT -6
Sebastian gazed attentively at the dark haired girl as she took a picture of one of those princessy bleach-blondes. Those were the type of girls that it took all his power not to gag. They were so trashy and bubbly all the time. It was absolutely sickening. Sickeningly sweet. An ugly sneer caused Sebastian to scrunch up his nose in disgust but he remained watching the photographer, hoping desperately that she would somehow redeem herself from taking a shot of something worth of being expunged from the face of the earth and not turned into a piece of art through photography. Despite the distance between Sebastian and the girl, he couldn’t help but detect an air of revulsion on her face at her own snapshot. A deep, dark chuckle rumbled in his throat. Sebastian couldn’t help but admit that she looked particularly cute when she was unhappy. A dull smirk etched his lips but then slowly began to fade as he realized that she could tell someone was watching her.
An impassive expression nestled into the chiseled features of Sebastian’s icy face. Though his eyes were a warm color of chestnut, they hardened, becoming cold and deadpan. Her eyes met with his. They were curious and inquisitive. Full of life. Sebastian remained stock still, his look retaining its bitterness. It acted as an iron curtain into his subconscious; just as strong and equally frosty. At this point, most would deem he was crazy and carry on with their lives, ignoring him. But she continued walking his way as if interested in him. Somewhat baffled, Sebastian fidgeted ever so slightly in his seat but refused to drop his stony gaze.
Once close enough to speak without yelling, she inquired of him what was on his paper. Vaguely taken off guard, Sebastian’s brow furrowed as he peered down at the paper in front of him. And there was the word alone. It was an embarrassing word to say the least. And he took his time looking back up to her, slowly craning his neck upwards. “I don’t draw,” Sebastian muttered a-matter-of-factly, his face melting a bit and becoming faintly less guarded as his brow furrowed. Tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes, he studied her. She was different… almost… what was it… maybe untamed?
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