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Post by belle on Apr 21, 2010 23:40:05 GMT -5
“Soccer ball to my head…now,” Belle caught the large, plastic ball whizzing toward her head and easily deflected it. From an early age, she had learned quite well how to be completely aware of her surroundings while reading. Considering the fact that her nose was promptly stuck in the spine of a book at almost all hours of the day, she head to learn to, for lack of a better word, adapt to her environment. Plus, nerds got picked on all the time, and even though she was a teacher, she didn’t expect for any less ‘accidental passes’ to come flying her way. Well…especially now that she was a teacher, she expected to get hurt.
She hopped over the skateboard the rolled past her feet. “Easy,” She muttered under her breath, her copy of ‘Othello’ still firmly in her grasp. Belle had a love/hate relationship with this play. On the one hand, it was her favorite play ever written. On the other hand, some of the characters got on her nerves toward the end. After all, women in Shakespearian tragedies weren’t the smartest girls on the planet. While you had women like Helena and Beatrice in A Midsummer’s Night Dream and Much Ado About Nothing, respectively, speaking their minds, women like Desdemona from Othello seemed to be…well…moronic!
Belle couldn’t help but ‘tsk’ as Desdemona decides to do what her husband tells her to…and wait for him to kill her. “If I was Desdemona, I’d find my way out of that room, prove my innocence, and arrest Iago single handedly,” She thought proudly. She did the same monologue to herself every time she read this play, and of course, the ending never changed. Everyone (except the whore, ironically) dies, and the villain gets away with it. They didn’t call them tragedies for no reason.
Suddenly, her sensory must have been off, because out of nowhere, a large force slammed into her, causing her to fall flat on her back, her book skidding off somewhere in the tall grass. “Well…that was…lovely,” Belle picked herself back up and dusted herself off. “Are you okay?” She asked the person who ran into her, now on the ground where she had been seconds before. Belle began to pick the stands of grass out of her wavy brown hair, trying to handle this as calmly as possible.
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Post by Maximillian Goof on Apr 24, 2010 22:07:40 GMT -5
  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Soccer isn't Max's favorite sport, not in the least, but he needs something to do other than video games (because, unfortunately, our hero has no life whatsoever); and the only thing going on right now is soccer. This is why, wearing a loose red shirt and jeans, Max randomly jumps into the game and kicks the ball into the goal, laughing a little as he does it. Some kids recognize him (hey, it's that goof who works with Mr. Holmes!), and they clap and cheer and whoop for him. Max isn't used to this sensation in the least, the being cheered for, and he manages a sheepish smile before continuing onward with the game. Attention isn't something he's used to, but right now he's feeling pretty cocky, and he makes sure to get in almost all the hits - kicking goals left and right, passing and doing tricks he never thought he could do before. Obviously, he trips way more than he should, than anyone should, but he's doing this right and the mudstains on his shirt don't seem to matter so much anymore. He's beaming cheerfully, not minding that he's the oldest here other than the coach who pities him, and just as he's running off towards the rest of his 'team' (aka the first team to adopt him), he finds himself tripping on something unidentifiable - and his body colliding with that of someone.. soft.
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[/i][/color][/b] Shit!'[/color] his mind hisses, and Max lifts his head to look at the person he knocked into. The softness could only mean it's a girl, and he feels completely guilty and stupid and ashamed: because this happens way too many times. He's bumped into so many people in his life, and his mind goes blank; body attempting to move off of her - limbs letting him scramble a good few feet away. He doesn't even hear her question, and he lifts his hands to defend himself; waving frantically in front of his chest. His cheeks are a light pink color, and his eyes are closed tight. Time to rant, time to be apologetic, time to pray that this girl will forgive him. "I am so sorry! Seriously! I should look where I'm going more! So so so so very sorry, please forgive me I'll kiss your feet I really will!"[/color] Max says, flailing, and, like the idiot he is, falling backwards into the grass. This is just about the most stupid thing he's done today, and for some reason, he's not entirely too surprised. He'll be hated by another person, and, pretty much, die of embarrassment. Sad? Yes. Stupid? Yes. Wonderful? Don't make Max barf. [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - S tatus: finished ;;
T agged: belle <33
W ords: 443. you deserve more than this D:
O utfit: loose red shirts, dark baggy jeans, red and black checkered vans.
N otes: max! bad boy! D:< apologize this instant!
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Two is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls feat. Taylor Swift
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Post by Maximillian Goof on May 10, 2010 9:29:28 GMT -5
archived!
this thread is archived until further notice.
belle, if you wish to have it re-opened, please
pm a staff member to bring it back. c: thank
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