i've been here before with belle

[rudolphpan]

why the hell was rudolph at the pool? yeah, he liked water more than about anything (except for boobs, he liked those too) but why the pool? it was the dead of winter and half snowing for pete's sake. but something had told rudolph to go to the pool, and he had. it wasn't like he was going to go swimming, though. rudolph had been on the swim team at his old school, but decided not to bring his talent over to this one. specifically because it was very cold on the east coast and rudolph had no idea how he was going to swim. however, it seemed that a few other people had decided to do the same. go to the pool and just hang out. river would have probably spoken to them, but they looked tightly knit and groups of tightly knit people rudolph didn't know scared him. he wasn't a fan of rejection and one was more likely to be rejected by a group of people than by one. he'd figured that out the hard way.

rudolph found it a better idea to not think about the other group of people and decided to rip out that ipod of his again and play a game of unicorn. it was easy enough, enjoyable, and could attract attention to you with that loud, annoying song playing in the background that rudolph would purposely blast. he was skilled at "accidentally" attracting attention to himself, and this game was his secret. the moment the game started, "open your eyyyyyes i see you, your eyes are opeeen," began to play, loudly. it was kind of a disruptive song, and that's why rudolph liked it so much. he liked things that were loud. i mean, who would? loud colors, loud people, loud music. isn't that what being a teenager is all about? oh yeah, and boobs. at least to rudolph, anyway.

rudolph continued to obnoxiously play his game, not once looking up to see who was looking at him. after about three minutes of playing, he decided to glance up for a moment. a few people glanced out of the corner of their eyes at the douchebag that was blasting loud, seemingly homosexual, eighties music from his ipod. what? it was only a game. thoroughly amused with the game and its outcome, rudolph purposely missed a landing spot and killed the unicorn. eventually he made it to his last life with a score of 56484. that was six thousand less than an earlier score, but that didn't matter. the moment rudolph stopped playing his game, he noticed the area around him had gotten quiet and the group that was there had left. there were a couple girls left hanging around and he was sure there were others too, but whatever. the pool was getting boring.

outfit.
@ gabby with belle
four hundred seventy one words
hahahahhaha

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[aimee]

Belle always hung out at the pool, it was her favorite place to be. Okay yes it was winter and freezing cold, but something about water made her happy and calm. So she sat bundled up with her pants rolled up and her shoes off to the side, and her feet were in the water. She was honestly happy to be here, that was until she heard loud music coming from behind her.

Glaring she turned to yell at the guy to shut up, but then realized he wasn't going to hear him. But she did look at him and he was very cute, verrryyy cute. Okay so not Kobby cute, but Kobby was just good to look at. This guy was good to look at and it made her feel like she was going to be a bad bad girl soon.

Shaking that thought she turned around again, but the music was still very annoying. Standing up, she noticed that everyone had left. Groaning picked up her boots and started to head toward the door, until she realized that she didn't want to leave at all.

Turning back around she marched up to him, crossed her arms around her chest and was about to say something until she was lost for words. "Can you please turn that down?" She said it nicely with a smile on her face, okay yes she was pissed but the bible said to be nice to everyone. At moments like this she wanted to say screw the bible and scream and yell, and screw him of course.

God did she want to screw him, but of course that was only in her mind. She refused to actually screw anyone, she wasn't going to let her addiction get in her way of being a normal person. Nope, she wasn't.

outfit

[rudolphpan]

"can you please turn that down?" woah, rudolph must have zoned out big time. his ipod was back on, blaring, and everyone had left the pool except for himself and this girl; this girl with her arms crossed and a smile on her face. this really, really hot girl. how hadn't he noticed her before? seriously, was rudolph really losing his game that badly? it almost took him five seconds of staring at the "saint" print on her white shirt and blaring kings of leon before he realized, "oh shit, i better turn this off." the ipod was off with the click of a button, and rudolph removed the ear plugs. he waved and gave her somewhat of a smirk? what the hell was that facial expression? whatever, that doesn't matter. gosh, how didn't he notice her before? the same thoughts kept repeating themselves over and over in his head, and that smoldering look on her face wasn't helping rudolph get rid of them. what kind of "saint" was that hot? what kind of "saint" looked at boys like that? what kind of "saint" was this girl? rudolph didn't really care, actually she didn't look like a saint, she didn't really sound like a saint-- the only thing that actually gave evidence of her being a saint was that lovely shirt she was wearing. that shirt sure as hell pissed rudolph off.

the shirt got rudolph thinking. "who the fuck wears shirts to the pool?

[/i]" he instinctively checked himself. wait, he wasn't in the indoor pool at his old school back in california. he was outside in a coat and shirt, and still cold. rudolph imagined actually swimming in a cold like this? wouldn't stuff just fall off? rudolph remembered watching a history channel show on how the settler's fingers would fall off from the cold. ew. what the hell? what kind of boy thinks about that kind of thing when there's a girl standing right in front of him? that history special really got to him. rudolph stuck his hands in the pockets of his jacket and exhaled, amusing himself with the ever-fascinating steam from his breath in the cold air. he remembered smoking with mari the day before and how good she was at puffing out perfect circles. rudolph couldn't figure out how she did that. he wasn't about to try either, especially with this girl standing right in front of him. that would have been anything but normal, yeah? trying to puff circles without a cigarette? rudolph laughed in his mind at how ridiculous he'd look. wow, what an idiot.

"i'm rudolph," said rudolph. he smiled again, this time not so strangely. if he could wave again that'd be nice-- because rudolph felt like waving -- but it would also be extremely nerdy and immature. rudolph waved at her again. did i ever mention that rudolph is very strong willed but not strong willed at the same time? funny, i should have. this conversation was a tiny bit awkward. he could feel the sexual tension, and that meant something. rudolph was probably one of the most oblivious people in the world to that kind of thing, lord knows how he even got the chance to become a sex addict. "so uh, what's your name?" atta boy.

outfit.
@ gabby with belle
five hundred fifty words
i love this thread already. cx
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[aimee]

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blockquote]So Belle was always one interesting girl. Okay not always, awhile ago she was just that cute popular cheerleader. Captain as a freshman kind of thing. Yup but then one fateful day that freshman year she was kidnapped. Yup I said it. Kidnapped. Then she was trafficking. (forced of course. belle isn't like that). No she was now addicted. And she couldn't help it.

There was something about sex, yup sex, that made her body light up at the thought of it. That made her heart hammer at the image of her and someone else. Anyone really. It was all just overwhelming. But she tried to be good, failed, but tried her damn hardest.

Most of the time she managed it quite well, unless it was late at night. She was bad at managing anything at night. But this was the afternoon so she kept her thoughts to herself and sat down on the chair opposite Rudolph.

"Belle," she said pulling her jacket around her as a gust of wind blew towards her. God it was cold, and damn she hated the cold. Running a hand through her hair she smiled brightly, "So Rudolph why are you here?" Kind of hinting towards both the pool and hawthorne. He could pick the one he rather answer.

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[rudolphpan]

belle sat the opposite of rudolph and looked like she was holding off from saying something. it made him a little nervous, really. she was trying not to say something, and he knew it by the what her eyes said. rudolph hated not knowing what other people were thinking about, even though he hated it when people knew what he was thinking. it was part of his thing, his whole outlook on life. if people knew what you were thinking, they were psychic. wait, did that mean rudolph was psychic or he could just read faces easily. rudolph chose the latter-- it'd be weird being a psychic. people would ask you questions and rudolph could not stand questions. he was actually a pretty personal person. if he wasn't personal, he'd be weird, after all. rudolph forced a smile and waited for her to say something that would strike up a conversation. rudolph hated awkwardness, yup.

"i'm belle," said belle, answering his question from before. there was a breeze and rudolph tried not to shiver. he ended up crossing his arms quite tightly and looking down at the floor, breathing sharply. that always helped him with not shivering in california-- why not do it here? rudolph would smile at his own little discovery, but that would probably be weird. a fifteen year old boy, looking down and smiling. how weird would that be, even? that would just make things very uncomfortable in general. he looked up. "so, rudolph, what are you here for?" she asked, as if on cue. rudolph grinned. he was happy she hadn't specified where, he hated questions about why he was at hawthorne. it made him feel stupid. he hated not being able to go to his regular high school with his best friend, lowell. it was almost all lowell's fault he was here, after all. maybe lowell would end up showing up, but maybe not. why did it even matter, anyway? he was probably off, shagging some girl and not even really giving a shit about rudolph.

"i like to swim, when it's warm out," rudolph said, smiling. "i was on the team at my old school. i'm not that good, but it's fun." he had been on the team at his old school. and the school before that, too. lowell loved eighth grade swim team. it's where he met lowell and that girl that started everything. why didn't he hate swim team, like a normal person? it would have been normal to hate swim team after what he had gone through. it would also be normal to hate lowell, but lowell was like a brother to rudolph. it just wasn't right to hate your brother. they spent all of their time at each others' homes, doing things they weren't supposed to be doing. once they'd found the key to rudolph's dad's alcohol fridge and had gotten extremely drunk off of mike's hard lemonade. it was pretty funny, actually. seeing lowell drunk was hilarious. he yelled out the window of the apartment at cars driving by, and even chucked a soda can at someone whose outfit didn't match. rudolph laughed. "what about you?"

outfit.
@ gabby with belle
five hundred twenty seven words
it took a long time! D:

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[aimee]

Belle was always a happy person, or it always seemed that way. So she had a smile plastered on her face. Was she always that happy? Not really. She was insecure, scared, confused. A teenager. And if anyone ever looked close enough they'd see the worry in her eyes, the way goosebumps rise on her arms whenever she thinks of something she rather not.

Yes she was cute. But she wasn't beautiful like some people. She was good at swimming. But she wasn't great. She couldn't sing, dance or do anything. She sucked at life and she knew it and she hated it. She knew no one wanted her, so she tried to be happy, to get people to like her. Though sometimes it made her get hated more.

She hated questions as much as the next person, which was the reason she didn't ask them. Sometimes they ended up with her crying about something stupid. So why would she want to put someone through that? It just seemed immature and stupid to do that. Hurt someone because she was hurt? Retarded.

She giggled when he mentioned swimming, it seemed to be something EVERYONE did. Shrugging she looked down, "Yeah I like to swim too." Her smile started to slowly fade, why was everyone on a team? Why did everyone have to actually have a life in school? Okay so yeah of course not everyone got kidnapped. But still it hurt her to remember what she could have been. Cheerleading Captain. Chearleading used to be her life. Now it felt like a dream something in a past life. It meant nothing yet everything.

"I just stopped doing it as much as I used to," she said softly, her smile returning as she looked up at him again.