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lauren mila johannesberg
April 22nd 2009, 11:02 pm
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silas ulric abendroth
March 11th 2009, 5:37 pm
It was impossible to fathom how much Silas hated feeling constrained. This world gave him nothing but giant barbed wire fences around every corner - he was either forced to be a part of some foolishly inclined academy in the middle of nowhere, completely removed from society in every possible way and so hard to reach that it probably wasn't even under satellite surveillance - or he was somewhere with thousands of government implemented rules and regulations. He was tired of being held back by the bars of society. He wanted to be ahead and he was tired of setting his potential aside because someone didn't want him to stand out. He was going mad and was to the point where he hated pretty much anyone and anything that didn't in his mind, he was one of few people alive determined to actually do something with their lives, and as such, he placed himself on a podium that most would reserve for deities. This existence was pitiful, people were mere shadows of what they could have been - or would be if they cared - and he was tired of wasting his time. He was in this academy because it was better than public schools and the last academy had suggested he relocate. His mother knew that he was not in favor with the local government representatives so she had him sent to a private academy far away from where he may still be monitered. And so he ended up here, by some twisted roll of the dice. He was determined to find a way to make his name here one that would be recognized. He was going to make an impression.
He straightened his shirt cuffs and rounded a corner. He looked up in time to shout out before a girl smashed right into his chest. He hoped she didn't break her face. He reached out a hand instinctively to grab her, though she wasn't falling. He lifted her face with his other hand. After discerning that she was fine, though she'd probably have a few bruises pretty soon, he asked in a voice that was already fairly low - though he was only twenty-five - and authoritative voice, "Who are you?" His German accent was stronger than he thought, he realized. He didn't speak English often, but he spoke it fine. Perhaps if anyone upset him here he would just rant to himself in a language they probably wouldn't understand. From what he had seen, most of the students weren't German - though it seemed the Headmaster and Headmistress were. He did not have one of those German voices that frighten people, though his poise did intimidate many. Instead, it was simply proper and commanding. He softened his face and kept his hand on the girl's chin. "I hope you are alright." He gave her a smile that was somehow charming, despite how little time he spent thinking about charming other people - or anything about impressions, really.
The only thing about his appearance he thought twice about was looking sharp and his best at all times.
If you want to be a King, you should dress like a King.
That was what he would say if anyone asked why he seemed to overdo his wardrobe just to go to class for a day.
And if you want to be respected, make them respect you. A King should never forget his servants, even if they are below him.
This girl would be the first person he really met here. Maybe their collision was not coincidence, if anything ever was.
lauren mila johannesberg
March 11th 2009, 5:35 pm
Topic: Reflections. [ lauren + silas | open ]
So basically, this place was totally ridiculous. It was nothing like her university back home, none of the guys she'd seen so far were cute (that were straight), the professors were way too serious and the manor was in the middle of freaking nowhere. What the hell was she supposed to do at night? Sleep? As if.
Back home there were pups and places to dance and people she actually knew and could hang out with. Her family was one of the few that were fortunate enough to have spare change - in fact, they had wuite a lot of it. Lauren was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and even though she complained about her parents all the time, she loved what they did for her. They gave her money. Lots of it. And they got her into private universities where she could party with the other students and pass her classes by paying off the government inserted teaching staff.
Her home wasn't good enough for her by any means, but it was where she belonged. If only she could go back now and see her friends and have a drink of something illegal, she wouldn't complain about the place for a whole month. Maybe. Home wasn't really that great, in retrospect. She'd have to put up with Sarah's bitching and Peter hitting on her all the time and Josh's gross drunk groping. Not to mention Amanda. Oh my God. No. No amount of alcohol was worth having her ears bleed having to listen to Amanda talk on and on and freaking ON about how much she loved Peter. What was so great about Peter anyways? He was gross. Actually, maybe that was the point. They'd be the perfect couple.
She sighed heavily. "Oh my God I am SO glad I don't have anymore classes today." Lauren talked to herself a lot. In fact, she talked a lot in general, and wasn't about to stop just because no one was around to listen. Sometimes it was nice when you were by yourself, because then you could say things that other people wouldn't necessarily approve of. She smiled to herself and turned the corner towards to continue the long stretch of hallway to the Girl's dormitories. Upon turning, the smile was immediately replaced with a loud gasp of surprise as she slammed head first into something not quite hard enough to be the wall, but defintely hard enough that she was going to have a few bruises in the morning.
The though of a mutilated face made her groan as she rubbed her head and tried to refocus her vision.
