Innocent Daydream~Alexandrea~

[Railey"Kai" Peltier]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;] Railey yawned rubbing his eyes he just wanted to get out of school. Okay maybe escape from studying for awhile he had more important things to do. Music related things and some of the drawings he wanted to do which no one would probably let him. Just sneaking in to grab something for lunch before he was forced to go back to studying. Or someone else caught him and was like you need to do this, his family really wanted him to be the best he could be. Even if it wasn't really what he wanted to be studying and school was not his thing. What he did was more of music and drawing, he didn't get why that was not a good career choice. It was at least something that had to be done and he would work with it. People just had to give him a chance before he did something that he would regret later. Let them make mistakes and learn from them rather then hold them back and make them do what someone else wanted. "Ugh I hate learning! Okay not learning but studying!" Dropping his book into his bag before he picked up the lunch box and split its contents up on the table. The only good thing about his family randomly showing up and visiting was they brought him one of his mother's lunch boxes. He had always loved her food but the choice between a good school and good food. Well most would know what he would pick if he had the choice in the matter and was allowed to do so. At least so far things were going alright he hadn't tripped or managed to hurt himself. Make some sort of mess out of everything opening the book again and reading over the pages. This was just going to be another test he didn't wish to take but his parents would be happy if he did. They always wanted to have the children in that family do the best they could. Or well even better then they could do since he was supposed to be the smart one. Just shoving the food in his mouth he flipped to another page in that book. At this point he was giving up and he just put the book down just to focus on the food. This was getting way too hard to deal with and he did not wish to deal with it. He would not study for now he had been doing it for most of the day. All this for just one little test that he was probably going to fail. Or pass it with flying colors one of the two. Hearing someone walking he thought maybe he should shove his face back into the book but he just looked up and waved. A kind wave nothing harsh or anything he didn't know many people in this school anyway.[/style]

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[Alexandrea Inkheart]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox]The female wasn't all that used to the school just yet. She hadn't been sent her all that long ago, and sadly this was her first encounter with a school like this. She wasn't sure what to expect from the classes or people. Well, she was good with work and things of that nature. She was pretty sure she should of been placed in a advanced class since she had been taught advance in her own home. She wished more than anything that she could go back to that place. She had never been around people her age, let alone people not from a high class. She didn't know how to interact with anyone else. She didn't even really experience rain till a few days earlier. What was someone like her supposed to do at a place like this anyway? Her body felt cold and she felt awkward. Even though she was surrounded by people, it felt like she was in a cut off world and people wouldn't come near her. She found herself in the small place for eating they called a "cafeteria." She knew what it was after all, but once again felt out of place in one. She slowly moved within the small area of space and out of the way of others as they quickly made there way from behind her and into a line. She knew she should of probably followed them but something led her closer to the tables. She wished her parents hadn't of sent her here now. Her eyes drifted up at the movement out of the corner of them. Her blue hues instantly found a young male, most likely her age with blonde locks that fell around his face. He was waving at her, though she wasn't sure why. At first she actually did look behind her to see if he was doing it to someone else before she she realized it was indeed her. She slowly walked forward and gave a slight bow without bending completely over. It was how she had greeted people before after all. "H-Hello." she said softly. She pulled her body back up straight to look at him once more. "Was.. there something you needed sir? " she asked softly. She kept her tone quiet and serine, though loud enough for him to hear. She hoped she wasn't in trouble. She didn't know what she would do if that was the case. [/classy][/classy]

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[Railey"Kai" Peltier]

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[Alexandrea Inkheart]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox]There was a seemingly silence that passed over her. Something that she understood perfectly well, but at the same time didn't at all. She couldn't take things like this. She wasn't good with people, she was awkward and clumsy and really she shouldn't of been here. She didn't know what to do really. Just bow and act like she did before? She frowned as she looked at the male. Her eyes shook a bit though at his words. She watched him silently for a moment. He wanted her to sit down with him? No one had been that nice to her. She couldn't help but relax a bit like he had wanted. It was hard after all to understand this place and the boy before her really did seem to make it just a bit easier. "T-Thank you... and All right." she replied calmly. The last thing she wanted to do was mess this up so he would want her to go away. She smiled at the male and only blinked a small bit when he started to speak again. She listened to him silently and then nodded. A smile stayed on her face as she tilted her head a bit and closed her eyes. "Its nice to meet you then, Railey. I am sorry, I am not really used to people, so I apologize for my behavior." she replied once more. She had obviously calmed down from how she had been before. She finally came over to where he had stood. Though, she was rather surprised when he pulled out the chair for her. She smiled and probably even blushed a little at his kindness. "You didn't have to.. but.. thank you." she said softly as she sat down where he had motioned her two. She however, had noticed him cover up a book and was a little bit curious. "Was that a sketchbook?" she asked. She wondered if she could see it. One of the females favorite things was the arts and .. she loved artwork.[/classy][/classy]

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[Railey"Kai" Peltier]

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[Alexandrea Inkheart]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox]The more andrea was around this boy, the more she knew he was different. Sure, he still had some of the nice things that the higher class people had. But, he was nicer than them in general. He seemed to care about other things than just having your nose stuck up all the time and bossing people around. It was what the girl had lived with most of her life, being told she was wrong, so.. she really had to get used to the idea of it all. She couldn't help but smile a true smile around him. It just seemed that he could bring out the best in her without really even trying hard. She smiled a bit again as she noticed he too was a bit nervous. That was normal though, right? People were always nervous when they met someone else for the first time. Or maybe, was he a bit like her? Did he get afraid at some points in time, because of what could possibly happen because of the encounter? She could only hope that somewhere in his frame he was like that. That she could even, find a friend in him. No, what she really wanted.. she wanted a hero. Not someone who saved the day, but someone that saved her day. She absolutely adored anyone that simply talked to her, but all ready this boy had been so nice had been so open. She couldn't help but feel easy around him. She didn't think it would be hard at all to feel this around him all the time. She could tell however, when he got a little bit defensive about his book. She really did love art, but he had all ready done so much for her. Did she really want to force him to do something he clearly didn't want to do? Her eyes watched him as he sat back down after helping her into her own seat. She wondered if this book was always with him. If it was perhaps the most precious thing in this world to him. It felt just like what andrea felt, except that special thing to her she didn't have to carry around. It was always with her. She gently moved a hand to him and put a hand on his that he held the book in. She didn't touch his book, telling how precious it was to him. The feel of his hand though, shocked her a bit. It had been a long time since she had touched someone like this, even if it was just on his hand. "You know.. you've all ready been so kind to me. You don't have to show me something that is this precious to me if you don't want to. I really would like to see it. But.. only when your ready to show me .. okay?" she said gently. She gave him a bright smile and slowly started to pull her hand away before she made a huge mess of things. [/classy][/classy]

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[Railey"Kai" Peltier]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]He didn't feel threatened by her, no there was just something he wasn't used to. He had seen a few shy and not so social girls. But with her it was something else completely he just couldn't put his finger on it. Railey put that thought in the back of his mind if she was at least being a bit social that was all that mattered. The boy just wanted to get her to calm down and help her. At least have some sort of conversation with her. "Well um..." He tried to calm down the whole nervous feeling. His leg twitched a bit and he kinda tried to get it to stop moving. The fact that he was here meant he had to keep calm. While she was talking or even just looking at him he didn't mind. But he wanted to see if he could get her to talk to him more. That smile on her face turned him bright red and he smiled back at her. This was just another way he was working a good conversation. One that might actually work out for the better so far it did anyway. "Oh no its fine I just don't have people ask to look very often." The boy let her look at the book it had a lot of his animal drawings in it, and anything else really. He was pretty good at it even if he didn't like to hear that. He just wanted to do something that was fun not something that had to just be work or for money. "Though you like art? Have you ever tried to draw? or anything." He figured they could talk about art. It would at least be something good to talk about, wondering how much she knew about art. The lunch he had been given by his mother when she came to visit was still pretty good. He didn't eat it the night before and had wanted to save it for lunch today. Looking at her he wondered why he had never seen her before. "hm..." He was thinking maybe if she had thought about him, or if he had seen her before. He was really letting his thought get away from him. Railey was just another person one that was a little more understanding then most of them would be. Maybe she was really just going to need some work, he would be her friend. The best that he could because he actually wanted to be her friend. Even if he was just a person she happened to run into during lunch. The boy would plot to bring her something tomorrow, maybe a new drawing if she liked the ones he had. He held the book out and let her look, taking his hand away even if he was so not sure. He wanted to take it back bu the wouldn't this time.[/style]

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