after hours. [open! <3]

[james ELLIOTT davies]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]the door is always open.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Pain. Pain. Lots and lots of pain. James had been suffering for a few hours but had he said anything? No. He wasn't stupid. The school nurse was a butcher in the disguise of a mild mannered five foot middle aged woman but he didn't fall for it. Last year, he'd dislocated his left shoulder after landing awkwardly on the soccer field after a rather malicious tackle. Insisting he was totally fine, he was shipped off to the nurse's office and all Hell broke loose. She'd given him a smile and told him to relax and when he'd done just that, she'd shoved him into a chair, grabbed his elbow and forced the bone back into his socket with an almighty crunch. This injury had happened on the same shoulder because yeah, he was just that bloody lucky. James had fencing practice three times a week, soccer practice twice a week, piano tutoring on weekends and any free time he did end up having went on school work and it was starting to take it's toll on him lately. Today, he'd taken a bad hit. His opponent hadn't waited until he was ready and had forgone the customary traditions and had launched, the tip of his rapier had gone under his plastron and hit the unprotected underside of his shoulder. It felt like a bullet. He'd pressed too hard and the tip had gone right against his skin, the result was a large angry mark and a rapidly forming bruise. It was like he'd been in a jousting competition. Like an endurance cyclist, the best way to relieve pain was to keep moving and that was why he'd snuck into Manchester Prepatory's swimming pool. It wasn't late, perhaps seven or so o'clock but with the summer winding down and school starting up again, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, the watercolour sky outside shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the pool in a warm and cosy orange-y glow. He'd been doing laps, albeit half-heartedly. His white fencing gear and been dumped in the shade in the corner along with his car keys, cell phone, plasters, energy drink (which he despised) and pain killers. They weren't prescription but rather cheap drug store own brand. He'd taken to carrying them around with him lately and he had a box stashed in his locker. His muscles often locked up and became stiff and he really didn't like the physiotherapist his mother had picked out for him. He had cold hands and they routinely dipped too far south to be considered professional. Stripped to the waist and wearing the type of swimming trunks that Olympians do, made from neoprene that helped his toned body glide through the water, James touched the end of the pool before pushing back to lie on his back, lazily starting a slow backstroke, purposefully rotating his injured shoulder. Things were better in the water and he could see why horse trainers stuck them in the baths after the broke their legs, it made sense. Hell if it worked for the Romans, it'd work for him. Just then, he could have sworn he heard the door close. Stopping, James held his breath and sank under the water, just in case it was the janitor or worse, a teacher. Urgh. Stealthily, he swam under the water, his long and slender body stretching out to cover more ground as he kicked slowly to minimise water displacement. Careful to stay in the shadows, he soon saw that it was just a student. No detention, happy days! Without warming, James suddenly popped his head out of the water, his chestnut hair plastered wetly to his forehead. "Hi," he said cheerily as he flashed a smile, the soft light reflecting in his uniquely golden-green eyes as his left cheek dimpled, his smattering of freckles clearly visible on his wet skin. "I'm sorry to be so forward," he said, his accent clipped, almost like he should be in a 1940s black and white movie. "But is there any way you could possibly pass me my towel?" The tall boy asked with a skin smile, extending a long arm to the pile of clothes in the corner, upon which was a neatly folded fluffy white towel that smelt faintly of lavender. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] Someone lovely <3
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music[/color] "Could You Be Loved" - Bob Marley
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[sparrow promise logan]

i found a place that fits tight

Its feels small But I won't get sad about it

New schools were bittersweet. Leaving old friends behind to make new ones. Leaving somewhere she’d already gotten used to for somewhere she’d have to learn the way around all over again. Sparrow knew it was for the better but she couldn’t help but miss public school where she didn’t have to wear a uniform and drama wasn’t around every corner. At the very least it was merely the beginning of the year. There was still plenty of time to find her niche. Assuming such a thing even existed. Sparrow was beginning to think that she would forever remain the odd one out, though that was nothing new to her. She had become comfortable with being uncomfortable, if such a thing was even possible. She was weird, she knew this, but she had long ago simply accepted that fact rather than try to cover it up. It was exhausting to be someone else, even if it meant that making friends was damn near impossible and being comfortable in a new place would take twice as long.

For the time being Sparrow occupied herself by wandering aimlessly to get to know where everything was. She didn’t want to be the one who showed up late every day for a month because she kept getting lost. Sure, Sparrow accepted that she was weird but that didn’t necessarily mean that she enjoyed making a spectacle of herself. Getting yelled at by teachers for being consistently late wasn’t exactly on her To Do list for her first year at prep school. Her sister had apparently broken some legs to even get Sparrow enrolled and letting her down wasn’t an option. Her big sister worked hard. Sparrow wasn’t going to ruin all of that. Besides, it was quiet and calm and almost tranquil for the time being. Perfect for a little exploration on the side. Shoeless exploration, of course. All the bed exploring was done without shoes on, no matter what society insisted of her and her feet.

What was the big deal anyways? So what if her feet got a little dirty, it wasn’t hurting anyone. If anything it would hurt her toes if she got stepped on, which had yet to happen. People didn’t wear their shoes in the house, so why wear inside other buildings? Especially if it was a particularly clean building. It wasn’t something she really understood or even pretended to understand. If Luna Lovegood could do it then why couldn’t she? If she’d been allowed to walk around without shoes while at her parents farm then what was the big deal about doing it here? Some rules were just so silly. Like wearing shoes indoors and having to have uniforms that were probably made by slave children in a third world country. She had tried to ask her sister about that but the response was one of those “don’t you dare finish your sentence” sort of glares that shut the curly haired girl right up.

The quiet hum of the sophomore singing a gentle hymn was all that she could hear for the longest time, holding her shoes in her hands and simply strolling through while the sun got tucked into bed for the night. Casting elegant light through the school windows that created long, dark shadows she couldn’t help but adore. It was warm and soft and beautiful with a touch of an eerie atmosphere at the seemingly empty school. It would be dark soon and far too many horror films flashed before her eyes only to be interrupted by the pool door. Not usually one for pools Sparrow made an exception for this one instance, the sounds of someone inside catching her attention. Curiosity ran high in the blonde. It fueled her like rage fueled The Hulk. Delicate hands pushed the door open and she slid in through the smallest hole she could, closing it quietly behind her and ceasing her gentle singing. Whoever it was that was swimming had attempted to disappear.

Perhaps it was a mermaid designed for chlorinated water? Or a water nymph of some sort. Nope. Just a boy. A good looking boy. But just a normal unmythical boy. “Hey!”

[/color] was her cheery response, closing some of the distance between them and sitting down on the cold tile that surrounded the pool. He was no mermaid or water nymph but he was certainly quite handsome and she couldn’t help but admire with a tilted head and a big smile that scrunched up her eyes. “I could.”[/color] She had always been told that “May I” was the proper way to ask for something but she supposed she would cut him some slack, crawling on her hands and knees to the gestured corner only to crawl back to where she had been sitting before and handed the towel off to him. “I’m Ghost.”[/color]

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810, sioban/james, hopefully this is alright

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[james ELLIOTT davies]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]the door is always open.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] The first thing he'd noticed was a lot of bright blonde hair and it caught him off-guard. He wasn't really sure why but her smile elicited a broad one of his own. He'd take anything he could get, at least she hadn't screamed and called the police. After all, a half naked boy hiding in the swimming pool was cause for concern. Sexual predator much? He didn't recognise her but then again, he didn't really recognise a lot of people. After a while, faces all sort of merged into the same one. Her cheery greeting seemed to fit her face, as bizarre as that seemed. Was she new? The poor girl could have been at the school for years and he'd not realise. James' free time came in short supply and he was already spreading himself too thinly between sports clubs and tutoring and classes. But it was only the first day and he needed to chill. He laughed, unable to help herself. The sound rang out in the otherwise deserted pool, bouncing off the high ceiling as he drifted to the edge of the pool. One hand was on the edge to keep him steady, his long legs planted shoulder-width apart to keep him up. He was so tall, even in the deep end, he didn't have to tread water. Was she really trying to play with him? Was she in a position to? He flashed her a smile, white and even as he nodded. "Oh go on," he said playfully. James knew he was being rude. Firstly for popping up out of the water unannounced and then asking the petite blonde to go and fetch his belongings. He wouldn't feel bad if she decided to punch him. When she returned, his smile widened. "You're a star," he complimented her as he took it from her fingers to set it beside where he was planning to go. Shifting to face the edge of the pool, he set his hands on it before hoisting himself up with a groan of pain, his shoulder blades back and his muscles popping. Letting out a breath, he plonked himself down, near to where Sparrow decided to sit. Picking up the towel, he swiftly dried his hair, letting it stick up at odd angles before he placed a hand across his chest and pressed the heel of his hand into the groove of his collarbone. The orangey-pink colour of the sky cast his forming bruise into high relief, the shadows picking out the contours of his swimmer's shoulders and making the mark look worse than it was. If anything, it was just a bit painful. Bruises normally hurt worse, they were more of a lingering annoying pain and as they healed, the more livid they looked. As of now, the deep purple was starting to spread outwards to the corners, the skin dark like a thunder cloud. He wished he was man enough to say he'd gotten into a fight so he could laugh it off and be all Oh you should see the other guy! and stuff but no. It was his own doing. As per usual. Ghost? "Ghost," James said as he blinked his big Autumnal coloured eyes at her, eyebrows arched. Okay. Well he did like a girl with an alias because surely, her parents weren't that cruel. Or maybe they had an impeccable sense of humour which if that was the case, that's hilarious. Swiftly, he grabbed the towels and dried his arms off and when he was finished, he extended a big hand towards her. "Hi Ghost," he said with another smile. "I'm James. Are you new?" He asked. He knew how that felt. It was never fun to be uprooted and tossed so unceremoniously into a completely different and wholly vicious hierarchy. To an outside, Manchester Prep must really look like a jungle. "Your first day go okay?" He asked as he continued to use the towel to ruffle his hair before dropping it to his knees, his long and bony fingers sliding back through his chestnut locks to flick it back off his forehead. It was a little late to still be at school. The sports clubs had mostly ended but he smiled at her regardless. "Could you not find the exit?" James asked, humour in his tone and clear on his face as a playful smile curved the line of his lips, both of his eyebrows arched in question. Without meaning to, he reached out a pale freckled hand and very gently fingered a curling lock of her long blonde hair. The colour was fascinating and very much like a magpie, he was attracted to anything bright and shiny. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] Dee/Sparrow <3
words[/color] 785
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notes[/color] Perfect as usual <3[/style]

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[sparrow promise logan]

i found a place that fits tight

Its feels small But I won't get sad about it

Sparrow had grown fond of being the odd one out and had grown used to most people simply looking right past her. It seemed to her that she was either someone to be remembered for an eternity of someone completely looked over and forgotten. Those who had no interest in her easily forgot her. Those who did easily remembered her. She could recall an instant in middle school where she had been paired for a project with someone she’d been in the same class with since first grade yet she couldn’t remember Sparrow in the slightest as if she was some brand new anomaly. At the time it had hurt her fragile state of mind but in recent years she had learned not to care what other people thought. She had taken some much needed advice from a tree to stand tall and proud and to be content with her natural beauty, which included what was on the inside. Trees gave the best advice.

Hearing his laughter tugged the corners of her mouth up even further, exaggerating her smile and puffing her cheeks. “I was going to say that someone put on their sassy pants this morning…but you’re not wearing pants…”

[/color] she remarked, as if it wasn’t directly aimed at him but aimed at the pool and the walls and the towel and everything else that surrounded them. She saw no rudeness in the boy’s request or in his tone at all. Then again she didn’t usually see rudeness until it literally smacked her in the face or anywhere else on her body. He seemed like a good person. They were simply exchanging playful banter, there was nothing wrong with that. Nothing to be misconstrued as something much harsher than it was intended. “Really? I like to think so. I used to think I was a fallen star, like Neil Gaiman’s book Stardust.”[/color] With the towel now in his hands she was free to sit back down, crossing her legs and sitting her hands in her lap so nothing was showing. She made sure to wear shorts under her uniform skirt but she was a young lady with manners.

While he worked at drying himself off she started dipping her finger in the little puddles he had left upon sitting down, dragging water into abstract shapes. They looked like tiny little continent being swallowed up by a flash flood in the form of the setting sun. The vibrant oranges that played off of her bright yellow hair and his bruises that she was choosing not to pay any notice to. As curious as she was something like that wasn’t her business. While her gaze appeared fixated on the abstract shapes her finger made out of the water Sparrow was certainly taking notice of his body. The way the sun seemed to make his toned muscles even more defined in a way that should really be illegal because it was just so nice to look at.

“Yes, Ghost,”[/color] she nodded, finally lifting her gaze from the world she had created and looking at him yet again. “Or Sparrow. Whichever blows your breeze.”[/color] Taking his hand in greeting felt like she was shaking hands with a giant. His big hands swallowed her dainty ones and for a brief moment she feared she might never see that hand again. “Yep. This was my first day here and my first day at a prep school.”[/color] Would people frown upon her for having been at public schools until this year? If they did too darn bad for them. “It was pretty boring. I spent any free time working on my mental map.”[/color]

It suddenly occurred to her that when she stood up again her bottom was going to be damp but that was fine by her. Maybe she would jump in the pool before she left for time and walk home like that. “I found it fine, I just wanted to explore a bit. I don’t like being late for class so I’m trying to find everything while I get the chance.”[/color] While she had been responding he had taken a small section of her unruly hair and it sent one of those tickling shivers down her spine. Having people play with her hair felt so nice and soothing, even if it was just a small gesture like his own. Sparrow didn’t mind a near-stranger playing with her hair. “My sister says it’s like a bird’s nest,”[/color] she spoke, referring to her hair. “Which I guess fits since my name is a bird. My own nest.”[/color]

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760, sioban/james, <33

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