As the cool winds blow through Boston, sweeping over all, so do the winds of change. welcome to Lastings Preparatory, Bostons premiere private boarding school. It is picturesque, in every aspect. Beautiful court yards, large, towering brick school buildings and dorms. It is every parent's guilty wish, and mosts unreachable goal. That is, until you step inside.
Lastings is quite different. Genders do attend classes together, but students of opposite genders may not sit next to each other.
Just as the genders are separated, there is obvious separation among the students. The student's hierarchy has always been set. For years, the families who carry legacies along with them, and those that wear the title of alumni proudly were the social peaks. Those who were popular, stayed that way. And those who were not...well, that's a different story. Until a group of students break the chain. They break the rules, break the barriers, get in trouble, cause drama, and fall in love. And it starts a whole new era at Lastings Prep.
Todays date is : August 30th, 2008.
Todays Weather is : Warm Slight Breeze
It is
SUMMER.
CLASSES! Begin on the 1st. The schedule will be up soon; make sure you check to find the times of your scheduled classes.
Re: it's late and YOU'RE to blame « Reply #15 on Aug 31, 2008, 2:21pm »
Now, let it be known that Phoenix would’ve returned the cigarette in due time. However, it appeared that Judith didn’t appreciate the gesture and the boy was temporarily at a loss of action. Blinking profusely, he managed to steal a single, half-hearted drag more off the cylinder when it was being plucked ever-so-violently from his lips. He frowned, an expression of vague protest. Apparently, the blonde wasn’t too fond of those who hi-jacked her nicotine.
The next thing he knew he was partially tumbling into the gutter. Normally, Phoenix wasn’t all that clumsy - but when you caught him off guard there was always that second of utter confusion. Suddenly he possessed two left feet, clamouring over each other before he struck pavement with his face. But that wasn’t Jude’s idea of punishment, he supposed, because she was making a grab for him and pulling him out of the non-existent traffic. What more? She was lighting him his own cigarette. He smiled ruefully at the girl. “I just wanted a drag. If you hadn’t tried to kill me - I would have given it back, y’know.”
Sucking heartily on his well-earned ‘prize’, Phoenix settled back onto his heels - efficiently ruining the backs of his slip-ons. His mother would have a fit if she saw him now - dressing as if he were homeless on purpose, ruining his good shoes! Of course, she wouldn’t tell him to change, just scold him on the holes he’d acquired over time. But all the holes and tears served as his battle scars - another way to account for all the memories. He didn’t expect his mother to understand, but next year he’d be able to look at those greying checkerboard vans and know that he’d been wearing them when he made Jude’s acquaintance. It was silly, he knew. With or without the shoes he’d remember the feisty blonde as long as he lived - but the concept forced a grin onto his lips regardless.
But it was getting late.
In the distance, remnants of a glorious sunset had disintegrated over the city scape - plunging the streets into a mild twilight. Phoenix glanced sidelong down the ashpalt in both directions, satisfied with the total cessation of traffic. "I should probably be getting back to the grounds," he murmured, conveying a rather tangable disinterest. The last thing he wanted to do in all honesty was head back to Lastings. What would he do there anyway? Nothing, that was what! A pout twisted his lips, hand shooting upward to rescue the cigarette from their contortion. "They'll have my ass if I break curfew."
Re: it's late and YOU'RE to blame « Reply #16 on Sept 3, 2008, 10:42am »
Jude laughed at Phens myriad of expressions at her pushing him over, then catching him, then lighting him his own cigarette. "Yeah, I figured you would have given it back, but I couldn't take that risk. You look like a shady kid." She gave him a smile to ensure that she was joking and just because he was the fun type of personality that always kept Judith smiling.
Her hand ran through her curls a few times, though they weren't tangled. It was more of a willing them to grow longer. She adored long hair on anybody. Shaggy hair for guys and long, flowing hair for girls. The last time she ran her fingers through, her other hand lifting the cigarette back up to her lips, a chill ran through her as a soft, cool breeze blew. She shivered and then laughed softly. Chills to her were always a weird concept.
When Phoenix mentioned the fact that he needed to return to school Jude pouted softly, lips puckering out. It was true, though. Luckily the school had granted her leave since her parents owned a bar in town, she lived in the apartment over-top it. A sigh was pushed between pouting carnation lips and she nodded to her compatriot. "Yes, I suppose you do. I need to be heading home, too. But I don't have a curfew." With that she glanced up, looking for the direction that Lastings was in. "Looks like we're going opposite ways, my friend."
Judith turned to Phen then, eyes sparkling. She'd had a delectable day, made a new friend, and taken some great pictures. What else could she possibly ask for? Her petite, long-fingered hand extended from where it was currently hiding in her pocket, offering a handshake to the boy. Now, Judith wasn't sure on this whole curfew business, but the invitation to come with her and sit up talking and cooking and playing video-games all night was lingering on her lips, though she held her tongue.
"Call me, maybe? Ought I walk you home, at least? You're too pretty to be wandering these streets." She gave him another grin, her trademark smirk, though she knew Phen would know she was joking. Another quick glance up the street assured her she wasn't far from her apartment, and she waited for Phoenix's parting words.
Re: it's late and YOU'RE to blame « Reply #17 on Sept 7, 2008, 10:19am »
"Oh, yes," he mused with a wry smile, brows flexing several times in quick succession. "Shady as they come, miss." Of course, the only manner in which Phoenix might manage to look shady would be... Well, it likely wasn't possible. The boy was too well-groomed, too... amicable to come off as such, no matter the effort he put into the act. Regardless, he tapped his cigarette, idly watching parched tar flutter to the ashpalt. A grin. Her laugh was utterly infectious.
"Sadly, yes," expression falling, the boy pursed his lips, emitting a partial sigh through flared nostrils. But he'd been having so much fun, too...
And then it hit him, like a swift boot to the ass. He couldn't recall laughing outright, or grinning whole-heartedly all summer long. Not since Sarah. Darkening moderately at the thought, the boy lifted his eyes to the blonde ahead of him. Jude was nothing like her, all smiles and energy. He couldn't help but appreciate the change of scenery, so to speak. Could it be that he'd... forgotten about her? If only temporarily? It was the first time in almost two months at the very least. A returning chuckle and a soft, shy smile succeeded his words.
"Alas, yon maiden," in a single fluid and hopelessly debonair gesture, the boy made to bow before his subject. One arm extended, he clasped the blonde's fingers in his, coaxing her hand toward himself. Pressing a rather chaste and genteel kiss to the backs of her knuckles, sea-green eyes lifted from their lesser position. "Parting is such sweet sorrow." A coy smirk flitted against his features as he returned to his full and mediocre height.
Shortly thereafter, the young man was riffling through his pockets, plucking a cell phone from their questionable depths. His hearty grin returned, the boy carefully input a few, select digits - as if the wrong number might lead his precious communications device to implode. "Six... Seven, six... Four... Three... Three... ... Five!" Smiling to himself, perfectly content, he awaited the trill of the blonde's cell phone.
Re: it's late and YOU'RE to blame « Reply #18 on Sept 7, 2008, 6:27pm »
Judith was happy. Truly. And it had been the first time in a long time that someone had made her smile, more than just a flicker of amusement. Jude's large green eyes grew wide as she saw Phen bow, as he took her hand she felt herself blushing and leveling out at a steady crimson colour all over.
Another smile crossed her face and she let out that tiny giggle she was so apt to do, besides her wry smirk and upturned eyebrow (that was her trademark look). "Ah, Romeo, there be it a fair chance that I will see you on the morrow. If thee so c-chooses." She lilted to her counterpart, another wave of red coming over her as she stuttered at the formality and his sweetness. Her eyes became downcast and she lost her flare, her excitement, her sparkle for just that moment. Until he made her laugh again.
She laughed right in Phoenix's face, too, as he typed in her numbers far too carefully. "If you get it wrong, I'll see you again you silly goose. We have two classes together." Although she was surely going to type in his phone number with the same cautious attention. "Three, seven six. Zero, Two, Ninety Eight. Got it." At that moment Judith got spontaneous wave again. Believing in never having regrets, she followed through. She leaned over, hands clasped behind her back, her lips barely grazing the side of the dark-haired, mysterious boys cheek before she retracted herself with a warm smile that seemed, at least for this evening, to never leave her face. You only live once, right?
"I've got about a block to walk. You've got about a mile. Want me to drive you? Or you going to make it on your own?" Either way was honestly fine with her, and though she liked the rough but ever so sweet boy she was willing and making herself not get attached to him in any way. She wouldn't become friends, become lovers, become soul-mates with someone again just to let them destroy her world and crush her heart. She was far too nice for that. So for now, while trust me Jude wanted to take Phen back to her house and fuck the hell out of him, she really would settle for a phone call later and maybe a study date, or coffee. She was such an easily placated girl.
And here she waited for Phoenix, waiting on an answer. Either one was going to disappoint her slightly, she would spend all night with him if she could. But their numbers were exchanged and she was pretty sure he'd be texting her as soon as he got back to his dorm. That thought send a smirk across the waif-like girls features and she tried to maintain a steady gaze, instead of laughing and blushing like a schoolgirl. "Sucks that they give you curfew on a Saturday night.." She added as an afterthought, glad to be on her own without having to answer to anyone..well, many people.
Re: it's late and YOU'RE to blame « Reply #19 on Sept 8, 2008, 11:40am »
He wasn't sure exactly how to respond on this situation and settled for an appropriate and involuntary blush. Taking a moment to appreciate the cover of twilight, the young man offered her a sheepish smile, hands burrowing into the depths of his pockets. Okay so, he... really, really liked Jude. Her spontaneity had caught him completely off guard... and he relished in the feeling. She was the kind of girl, the kind of person, he'd like to surround himself with more frequently, and here was his opportunity to do so.
Put rather bluntly: Phoenix didn't want this to end. Despite Judith's reassurances that they would certainly meet again, a nagging voice in the back of his mind promised him that they would not. It whispered its uncertainties, initiating full-fledged (and unfounded) doubt in the fact that they would never share another moment as such. The boy swallowed hard, eyes tracing the lowly path of his cigarette filter to the concrete. It was now that he realized how little of it he'd actually inhaled, the majority of his hobby burnt to cinders while he'd gabbed and flirted.
... Had he been flirting?
Blush intensifying threefold, Phoenix raised his eyes to those of the blonde. Well... who could blame him? A vaguely warm and fluttery feeling rose in the pit of his stomach at the thought. You see, Phen was one of those boys who could rarely spot the difference between civility and romantic intent - even in his own actions. What some girls considered flirting on his part, he believed to be nothing more than pleasant small-talk. But this time... He wasn't really sure what it had been.
"N-no," he stuttered slightly, torn much too rapidly from his thoughts to form a concise reply. "It's alright, I can walk." And there he want, lengthening the gap between them when all he wanted to do was stay here. Of course, staying there would be silly as it was starting to get quite chilly in the absence of the sun. The boy's face contorted in a questionable expression, eyes conflicted as he allowed them to settle on his companion... so lively, so... care-free. He envied that. He wanted so badly to take a page from that book...
And so he did.
"It is a Saturday night, and it's early still," here it was: Phen's attempt to throw caution to the wind and live a little. "So, I dunno'... I don't really feel like hanging out by myself for the rest of the night." How did he go about this without sounding crass? It wasn't like he wanted to take her home and... y'know (although the thought crossed his mind), but he could definitely use some company. "Did you.. wanna' do something else, maybe? I know there are a couple skeezey twenty-four hour joints around here, or there's... I dunno', video games and stuff in my dorm, etcetera, etcetera. If, you're not busy, of course...?"
Re: it's late and YOU'RE to blame « Reply #20 on Sept 9, 2008, 1:37am »
ooc: sorry for that rambling last night. And if you missed it, well nevermind then and here's your post. I LOVE Phoenix to deaf.
Judith watched the boy think over her offer. his face twisted a bit into something a little darker, then thoughtful, which made our little girls lips curl at the edges and she got a smirk. His mannerisms, at least his way of thinking, was odd, but Jude enjoyed it so.
And while she was enjoying she wasn't thinking about how much she was smoking. Her finger nimbly drew two cigarettes from her half-empty pack, and she fished for her lighter which had been safely tucked away in her camera bag. A quick flick of the rounds and she was inhaling sweet nicotine.Jude put the lighter in the same two fingers as the cigarette she was offering Phoenix, catching a glimpse of her chipped french manicure. Turned out to be a parting gift, as she heard his answer and her heart sank just a little bit. "Walking? Okay. Well, I'll make sure you catch you later, Phe-" She was cut off by the boys voice again, this time it was more like what she wanted to hear
This was ridiculous. Judith was addicted to this boy, she had an odd connection with him and she couldn't deny it. Another deep drag off her cigarette and then smoke came pouring out of her nose. It was something she did when she was thinking. And now as Phoenix offered to do something else, Jude knew this was out of his comfort zone. Our blonde baby had an odd way of telling when people were uncomfortable, maybe it's what made her personality so infectious. "I don't want to get you in trouble, Phen. I really don't. Especially not before school even starts." Her green eyes were lifted in an attempt to catch his.
"Will you get in just as much trouble if I come home with you?" Judith's cheeks flushed just a bit at that for no good reason, and she could feel herself about to stutter. "Because if not, we can go back to your dorm so you're on time. Videogames and cookies sound so awesome. Do you have any cookies? I can pick some up." Classic Jude. She was excited, downright thrilled, actually, and she was rambling and offering all sorts of unnecessary things with glittering eyes and such intense passion.
Again, you have to remember that our little heroine has been at Lastings for three years, and has yet to make or keep a solid friend of either sex. So this was such a breakthrough that Jude didn't even know what to do with herself. .She took in another deep drag, now about a quarter of the way through her cigarette, (ooc: which I'm about to go do :3) and calmed herself down so she didn't seem so much like a spastic freak. She was mighty energetic next to Phoenix..she'd have to change that.
Re: it's late and YOU'RE to blame « Reply #21 on Sept 10, 2008, 11:09am »
ooc: oh, no. i saw it. and i LOL'd.
As he awaited the blonde's response to his proposition, he became vaguely aware that she was pushing another cigarette into his hand. Now, normally he didn't smoke this much - or this frequently - but who was he to refuse free nicotine? No one. That was who. And he lifted the tube to his nervous lips, fretting and pursing in the spare few seconds between uncertainty and relief. "Oh, n-no, no- it's okay," he half stuttered in reply, clamoring over himself in an attempt to assure Judith that all would be right.
The expression on her face, those infectious, emerald eyes told him that she meant it - that she didn't want him incurring the wrath of authority for this indiscretion. It emboldened him and he shook his head, raven tresses falling haphazardly across his face. "I mean, technically, we're not supposed to have girls in our dorms after a certain time at all, but no one really enforces that rule, right?" Perhaps Judith was a touch of a bad influence on him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. They meshed well and he wanted to see more of her - this thought was the only one that mattered. "It's all based on the honor code, so-"
This feeling, the slight thrill of knowing that he was breaking rules left, right, and center - it was kind of... nice. Smiling a little more rogueishly at the concept, Phoenix brushed the hair from his eyes before bringing the cigarette back to his mouth. "There shouldn't be a problem in getting around it." Grinning ear to ear now, the boy took a step backward, blowing a pointed funnel of smoke into the gutter. "And I've got soda, and cookies and random junk food out the whazoo so we should be alright in that department."
That was one thing you'd never be without in Phen's dorm - good junk food. You see, plenty of his peers applauded him for his strict vegetarianism; they would complain about how unhealthy they were in comparison, which was something that Phen had never understood. So he didn't eat meat? On the other hand (as well as having five fingers!) he smoked like a chimney and what he didn't ingest for animal flesh he more than accounted for with chips, chocolate bars, and gummy bears. Exhilerated by the thoughts of videogames and cookies with his gorgeous, new counter part - the boy practically leapt into action.
"But we should get back before they lock the gates. As much as I love jumping fences, I don't particularly want to jump that one in the dark," he chided with wry grin. Without so much as batting an eyelash Phoenix's free hand shot outward, clasping the girl's wrist gently yet securely - coaxing her forward.
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