Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 1, 2011 15:53:21 GMT -7
[/color] September glanced at her, all dressed up. Not like an Aphrodite girl, hell no. Like a bit like a Huntress with more flare. She seemed like a huntress, with pearly skin that shined with youthfulness. September just eyed her, not saying a word. She twiddled with her thumbs for a bit, before a song she heard before popped in her head:It takes two to make a lie
September meandered aimlessly around the dining pavilion. She wasn’t in the mood to chat idly nor to munch on the greasy food the staff gave to the greedy students here. She looked around for a table that had barely nobody there, no one that will talk to her in one of those chipmunk voices squealing all day and all night. Plodding slowly on the concrete floor, September spotted a table that had only three beings occupying the space: a boy, a girl, and a bird. Silently thanking herself for the successful find, she changed her pace and began to half-walked and half-ran to get to the table, aware that if she stayed in the open too long, someone will bound to have taken her to their table and again start a never-ending conversation. Once reaching the table, she flumped into the bench, next to the boy she had saw moments ago. He was exceedingly handsome, with an aura that seem to wash on to others. September groaned inwardly. She had this one big soft spot and it was the Aphrodite guys. They just seemed to radiate their beauty on to her, pulling her in like a reel. That’s the biggest weakness that anyone could have; well in her mind it was.
Now, the bird was a proud one, full of contempt. It had a hard glare in it’s eyes, as if it was observing every single person in this dining pavilion. September cast a side-long glance, a bit nerved about the bird standing there. She guessed it was a falcon, taking notice of the glossy brown feather, along with the hardcore eyes that burn through you.
“I’m very sorry for this interruption. Just let me get Julia and I’ll be on my way.”
“Can anybody help me, I’m outta plans. Guess I left my world in somebody’s hands. I don’t like to hurt, but everyone gets weak. Someone to rely on. That’s what I really need…” September didn’t even realize she was singing out loud, until that verse was done. Everyone look at her for a moment, before a trickle of applause sounded. Glaring at them all testily, September tried to shoo them away, hiding that fact that she was blushing furiously.
“I’m sorry for that event…” she said sheepishly to the people at the table. Her eyes blink rapidly, nervous and a bit embarrassed. Her heart beat rapidly, unsure of the reactions she might get.
One to tell it and the other to believe it
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