shake up your world. [open]

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you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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"Son of a..." Trillian mumbled the rest of the sentence under her breath, examining the broken pencil top a little too intently. After a second she broke away her gaze from the writing utensil and looked down at the drawing she'd been working on for a few days now. It was pretty detailed, and had thus far been one of her most tedious pieces. She was on a roll too, the fresh ideas she had for additions were still swimming through her mind, but she'd loose them soon. Just her luck. Sighing lightly Trill reached into her bag, searching with feeble hope for an extra pen or even a pencil sharpener, finding neither of course. She gave up, stretching from the crouched position she'd held up against a tree for the last hour or so. It was a beautiful day, and the gardens had always been a favorite of hers. It wasn't as populated as most the other areas around the school, so Trill often came here when working on things, a nice change of scenery from the desk in her room.

Hazel eyes scanned the environment around her with a lack of interest, absentmindedly drawing a cigarette from her pack and lighting it with a pink lighter she withdrew from her black leather jacket. Her eyes strolled down herself, the tank top that matched her lighter, tattered acid washed jeans, and black boots before returning to her drawing. Hopefully the ideas would come to her later...

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[REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW]

If Ashlyn had thought coming to an Arts School would help with her writer's block she was sorely mistaken. She hadn't written in a poem in over a month because she'd been so focused on her novel, but nothing she did with that seemed to be working out. After hours of staring at the computer screen she needed a break. Maybe the outdoors would give her inspiration, though she was so frustrated right now she doubted it.

She hadn't meant to go to the garden, but she'd ended up there anyway. She traced a rose petal with her hand. She loved the Garden, it was one of her favorite places here, but...she sighed. Nothing could replace the natural beauty she'd been deprived of far to long.

She stopped when she ran across someone else. She was smoking, but that wasn't what caught Ashlyn's attention. It was how different she looked from everyone else here. She wasn't dressed like all of the preps on steroids or like her bratty diva roommate, and she had more tattoos that Ashlyn had ever seen in her life.

She had sparked Ashlyn's curiosity that's for sure, but now she had a dilemma; did she keep going or endure a possibly awkward conversation for the sake of a potential journal entry? She bit her lip, glad the girl hadn't noticed her hovering yet.

What the hell, she needed something to write about, so she might as well grit her teeth and do it. "Um...hi," She started, walking up to her, "Can...I uh, sit here?"

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