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Post by avery on Jun 3, 2012 8:58:39 GMT -6
 It was something new to Avery, sitting back and relaxing, at least, it was enough of what he would consider relaxing, even though he had his best friend (his notebook) along with him, just in case he needed to use it. It was a draw if he actually wanted to work on his compositions today. It was a good, distracting thing for him to work on them, but he also just wanted to relax, and watch television, let his mind wander for a while, and not have to really focus on anything all that important. He just needed to get away from the more serious, unforgiving aspects of being a music student. So, at the moment, some relaxation was in order, and well earned, as well.
Avery made his way over to the couch and sat down, flipping on the television, and being thankful that he was one of the only people in here, so he wouldn't have to deal with fighting over the remote with all of the other students. Or just being forced to watch whatever they wanted to and he could truly say that the half of the other students didn't have all that good taste in television shows. Avery set his notebook down beside him, resting a hand on it so no one could actually end up stealing it. That wouldn't help him out at all, losing all of his progress on his most recent songs.
Avery turned his head to peer around, still listening to the television channel he had chosen, but just watching out for anyone that he might recognize.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Jun 3, 2012 15:48:20 GMT -6
 Ashlyn lazily made her way down the hall back to her dorm. She liked getting to her dorm earlier, because her roommate usually stayed out late and so she could have it too herself, have time to write without having Louisa there to make her feel like an intruder in her own freaking room.
Speaking of which, she needed to add another entry to her journal about that particular person. She reached into her bag and...found nothing. She stopped, biting her lip as she checked again, and again. She finally slipped her bag off her shoulder and pulled everything out, but her journal wasn't there.
Trying very hard not to freak out she went through all the places she could have left it. She remembered she been to the pool house today, and she'd had it out because she'd been recording some of the obnoxious things some of those boys had been saying so she could use it in a book later. She stood up, running her hand through her hair. Could she had left it there? She hoped not, leaving notebooks in a school full of obnoxious teenagers, in like a lounge area. No, not good.
She spun around on her heels and made a beeline for the pool house, almost running in her haste to get there. She flung the door open and found someone in there, looking in her direction.
She stopped, her face a little flushed. before biting her lip and looking to the side and muttering a forced, "Umm....Hi," |
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Post by avery on Jul 21, 2012 17:30:11 GMT -6
Avery blinked in a slight surprise as the brunette girl came barging into the pool house, appearing to have much on her mind, due to the slightly hectic look that she had to her. Sure, it was common enough to find people flying around, through the pool house, or just hanging there, it was a rather popular hang out for everyone, of course, that required everyone to be out of classes and all of that jazz, before they even thought to make their way down to the pool house and hang out with their friends, or something of that sort. But still, it was a place where you could see, and meet nearly everyone that attended the school, no matter their major, or where they had lived prior to landing an acceptance to this extremely tough, upstanding school.
A soft smile appeared gradually upon Avery's lips as the girl muttered a hi to him. "Hello, my dear." He replied, his voice soft and steady as he carefully stood. He didn't mean much by his 'my dear' it was a rather relaxed term in his family, he just wasn't all that sure if he remembered the name of the girl who stood before him.
"Are you looking for something?" He queried in the same soft tone, "Because It appears so." He added, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders as an explanation for him guessing so, "I could help you look, if you'd like." Avery added in a murmured tone, holding his notebook loosely in one hand. He wanted to be able to help this girl if she needed his help, or would at least accept his aid.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Jul 23, 2012 17:59:44 GMT -6
Ashlyn had kind of hoped he'd been one of those silent types, the one who'd just said 'hey' and then went back to whatever they were doing. But you don't usually get what you wish for.
Her eyes went a little wider when he called her, "my dear." Okay, that was, different. It wasn't bad really, it was just so nice and formal and it kind of made her feel awkward. Being the almost hostile, and definitely very informal person that she was.
It was soon after that she recognized him. Avery, he'd been in a few of her poetry classes that sometimes crossed over with the music students who were working on Lyrics. He was also in a few of her core classes. They'd never spoken, really, but Ashlyn had always been good with names.
She realized though that she had never actually seen him, like, more than glancing at him out of her eye. She could now though. Her eyes took in his dark hair and startling rich brown eyes. He was fairly tall, and had a solid build. He was pleasant looking, though the word that specifically came to her head was handsome. Or maybe hot.
She shook her head. Okay, maybe in addition to feeling awkward she was also feeling a bit flustered. His voice was soft, gentle, which actually didn't help that much because she couldn't help but notice the musical, velvety tone that came with it. She rolled her eyes at herself—hypothetically— she was being ridiculous.
"Umm..." ridiculous was something she was good at. "yeah, actually umm..." Why was this so difficult for her? It would certainly make it easier for her to ask him, and she could get out of her quicker and head back up to her dorm. "I—I was looking for a notebook?" She might have hated how tongue-tied she got in front of boys if it hadn't happened a million times already. Mostly now she didn't care, much.
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Post by avery on Jul 23, 2012 18:26:13 GMT -6
The teenage boy gave a slow smile as he suddenly recognized the girl as Ashlyn . . . Ashlyn Snow. He recognized her from seeing her in one of the composition/poetry combined classes, and maybe a few of his core classes, as well. Avery didn't recalled faces all that well unless they spoke at least a bit, he remembered her though. It was sort of hard not to, though, especially in the combined classes. She had had really good lyrics, or would they be called poetry? From his point of view, anyway, and he had practically grown up schooled in all things that involved music, which included a good chunk of things about good lyrics, and making them your own, and what not.
Avery took Ashlyn in as, well, he assumed she did the same with him. He did like the girl, and the fact that she didn't really seem to feel the need to keep on jabbering on about all sorts of things, not that he really would have minded if she had.
Avery would definitely have classified Ashlyn as pretty, beautiful, too, though it made him feel the need to blush, just thinking about it, though he would never consider it a bad things, not in the least way. He liked her. But she was pretty, with her long, almost wavy brown hair, and seemingly soulful brown eyes, sweet, maybe, but the words seemed almost fitting in his mind. She was tall, as well, though he still stood a few inches taller than her, having taken the genes for his height from his father.
Avery smiled slightly in a comforting, hopefully relaxing manner as Ashlyn stammered softly, trying to communicate that she didn't have a need to be the least bit nervous around him,without blurting it out and embarrassing her, which he was sure he would if he did anything else, other than smile. He gave a slight nod of his head when Ashlyn said that she was looking for her notebook.
"Ok, I'll help you find it then." He replied smoothly, with ease. He wasn't one not to help someone. "Where do you remember having it last?" He queried, leaving space in between his questions, after not overwhelm the girl who was standing before him. " It could be on a counter or something." He added, giving and ever so slight shrug of his shoulders as he turned away slightly, to peer around the room and see if he could spot it without moving away from her.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Jul 28, 2012 14:32:00 GMT -6
So he was one of those people, the ones who were randomly always willing to help you. Ashlyn bit her lip. She had never had a problem with those people, she just didn’t know how to act around them. Ashlyn wasn’t a mean individual, but she usually didn’t go out of her way to help people, it was way too awkward to think about. So when other people came to help her, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty.
She was glad he wasn’t laying all these questions on her at once, and he didn’t seem perturbed that she wasn’t answering right away. Ashlyn just needed a minute to process everything he was saying and everything he thinking and figuring out how to respond in a way that wouldn’t give her future entanglements, which is why she had a really hard time with people who thought if you didn’t answer their questions right away then there was something seriously wrong with you.
“No—actually, I umm…” She was mumbling, so he probably couldn’t hear a thing she was saying. She forced herself to speak slowly and clearly, which probably made her sound retarded but was the only way she could make sure he understood her.
“I think I left it over by that table.” She said as she made her way over, she looked around it and then under it. Again, nothing. She bit her lip, refusing to look at him. She must look like such an idiot, and she really didn’t want to deal with not being able to remember where she put it and having someone there to witness it. Or someone there to witness her if she couldn’t find it.
Ashlyn tried not to get attached to things so she wouldn’t have to deal with all those emotions, but her entire life was in that journal, and the thought of losing it…
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