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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 23, 2013 19:04:23 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px; background: #ffffff;,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] She wears the cutest clothes, she has the latest phone, and all the right accessories, her skin's like porcelain, her hair is perfect and sometimes she really gets to me, she's gorgeous and you know she knows it, she's a size zero and she loves to show it, Yeah. | | [atrb=width,300][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] | | [cs=2][atrb=width,500] i could stay here forever.' she thought, the warm air hitting her skin softly, the early summer breeze blowing her golden hair the slightest bit. in the darkness of the night, her long, beautiful hair was the only thing that set off a soft, honey-like glow into the wispy, black summer's air. her skin was tanned, but it was clear and smooth like porcelain and it set off it's own little glowing shell around her. she looked too much like a ghost- too much like a vision, like watching a movie, like you could reach out but you wouldn't feel a thing. it was too much like she was already gone. and she would be, soon. the texts had gotten worse. and for once in what felt like forever, she was scared for her life. although, she fully accepted dying young. being pretty forever, leaving a beautiful corpse, glowing. a cliffhanger ending that was somehow superior, just like everything else sammie does. suddenly, someone's soft footsteps were coming up behind her. she didn't flinch int he slightest. she was sitting on a clifftop overlooking the carnival- with it's extravagant moving lights, so many colors, the moon as a spotlight. so much, all wrapped up into so little. and so insanely crazy that it was beautiful. so beautiful. although it was almost midnight, sammie had no aspect of time right now. it seemed that everyone was caught up in the thrill, the brightness, the beauty. when the person sat beside her, not looking at her but at the sights below, she inched her head slightly to see who it was, her face a picture of calmness. |
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Spencer Branston
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You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery.
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Post by Spencer Branston on Mar 24, 2013 12:16:30 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=algin,center] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #4c4143; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; color: #000000;margin-left: -225px; margin-top: -20px; overflow:auto; height: 300px;]In the weeks since she had gotten to Appleberry, Spencer had taken over. Editor-in-chief of the newspaper, captain of the volleyball squad, already making honor roll. She really didn't care about those things, though. She cared about her cousin, who had gone missing 3 weeks earlier. Since then, she had gone almost crazy trying to find her. She locked herself in her dorm every night, paging through facebook updates of violet from years ago. The only clue she got was of a picture of Violet and a blond girl, facing toward the sun. She wrote down on a scrap of paper, WHO IS BLONDE? Violet had deleted most of her other posts.
The gun had arrived in a package 2 days after Violet dissapered. It was a small gun, with 7 bullets, and a note that said "You'll need it. -V" V as in Violet? Spencer assumed so. She kept the gun under her bed, hoping the faculty owuld never do a room check.
Other then that, Spencer had no clue where Violet was. Rubbing her temples in frustration, she grabbed the gun out from under her bed and put in her bag. Slipping out of the dorm room, Spencer walked a long way, until she came across a clifftop overlooking the carnival. Sammie was there. Sitting down next to her, Spencer looked at the carnival. "Sure makes you look small, doesn't it." she said coldly. Only spencer could turn philosophical rhetorical questions into insults. |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 24, 2013 16:48:42 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px; background: #ffffff;,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] She wears the cutest clothes, she has the latest phone, and all the right accessories, her skin's like porcelain, her hair is perfect and sometimes she really gets to me, she's gorgeous and you know she knows it, she's a size zero and she loves to show it, Yeah. | | [atrb=width,300][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] | | [cs=2][atrb=width,500] spencer branston, of course. the brunette sat down next to me and muttered something that sounded like 'makes you feel small, huh?' i just nodded, my eyes overlooking the tents and lights and rides, laughing children and couples holding hands. i felt a stab of pain at the thought of parker, but i collected myself. i was stronger than anyone i'd ever met. thoughts crammed my brain, but i managed to keep my face in a faint smirk. pictures of violet's face, pictures of trail rides and laughing and crying and talking for hours on end. and then i looked at spencer, and she looked just like violet. she really did. i'd never seen anyone who looked more like my best friend, ever. i could admit to myself that i knew too much. way too much. i knew too much about people i knew, people i didn't know, people i'd come to know. and the fact was, it would in fact make me a simple character, killed off of a movie. and I was a movie. i turned back to spencer, a strand of golden hair falling across my face. 'what was violet like?' i asked, my voice was harsh but soft. |
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Spencer Branston
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You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery.
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Post by Spencer Branston on Mar 30, 2013 16:46:34 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=algin,center] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #4c4143; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; color: #000000;margin-left: -225px; margin-top: -20px; overflow:auto; height: 300px;] Taken by surprise, Spencer sat back, her eyes glazing over, lost in memories. Memories of beautiful brown curls and bright green eyes. Memories of horse shows and sleepovers, laughter and nail polish. She opened her mouth to say how great Violet was, but she knew better. Memories of the later yeasrs, the darker years, came flooding back to her. Memories of blonde hair and ciggarette smoke, of clumsy knocks on the door and alcohol on her breath. Memories of a crying skeleton. "Violet... Imagine a flame. Beautiful, but deadly. Burning up everything in it's path, quickly. Until there's nothing left for it to burn. What happens to the flame? It dies." She said, pulling the gun out of her purse and setting it on the bench. "Violet was my best friend. Then she changed. I started to cover for her more and more, but i couldn't do it forever. Turns out, neither could she." |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 30, 2013 17:54:46 GMT -6
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] a part of sammie listened. a part was back in a land where horses ran free and two best friends giggled and gossiped and flirted and tried on clothes. a world where everything was innocence and where secrets were a big no, and no one kept them. she sighed, her eyes pained for a moment, her heart aching. she looked up at spencer, and she could see that in different ways, they were both hurting. hurting in similar ways, and in completely different ways. breathing in the sweet, early summer's air, sammie played with a blade of grass. she stared at it, every fraction of the green twine, pushing her concentration to something much more simple than all this. she brought herself to stare deeply into spencer's eyes. she tried to find any sign of hope, but she found only misery. sammie wanted to tell spencer, she really did. she wanted to tell spencer that violet wasn't dead. that violet was happier than she'd ever been. but like always, sammie lied. sammie lied more than she breathed. 'sorry.' was all she could manage, her voice a soft whisper, almost inaudible under the old-fashioned circus music. and right there, under the blaring moon, sammie leger showed a little sign of weakness. [/style] |
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Spencer Branston
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You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery.
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Post by Spencer Branston on Apr 2, 2013 7:56:45 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=algin,center] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #4c4143; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; color: #000000;margin-left: -225px; margin-top: -20px; overflow:auto; height: 300px;] Spencer looked over at Sammie, her brown eyes vacant. Sammie looked like she was going to cry. Spencer took the gun between her hands and looked over the picturesque landscape. "I think Violet might be alive." She said, cursing herself. Spencer didn't believe in hope. It only bred eternal misery. Some part of herself wanted so badly to hope. Spencer turned to Sammie, a question in her mind. "Why are you so open to me, and not.. anybody else?" She asked, hoping she didn't step on a nerve. |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Apr 5, 2013 15:27:19 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGEDit's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] sammie pressed her lips together, staring at her lap and clasping her hands together. she was sammie leger, and she had no problem lying. and she wouldn't betray violet, she wouldn't. she loved keeping secrets, but this one was proving to be pretty damn hard. she looked up at spencer, her heart aching at every word. she forced her head to shake and spoke. 'you're setting yourself up for major breakdown, spencer. your cousin probably isn't alive.' she managed, her voice cracking at the last few words. [/style] |
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