out of place , daemon !

[hannah1]

tag; daemon and traxx!
Stella was not the type to be in a library. She had brains, and dictionaries at home. That was usually all she needed, but unfortunately, her noggin wasn't working so properly today, and her dictionary couldn't help her. Instead she had to find some book about homicides of the 40's or something like that. She wrinkled her nose. Murder was just so.. nasty. How could somebody intentionally kill another living person? A little shudder passed through her small frame. Some people just disgusted her. Reaching up with long thin fingers, Stella brushed her fringe from her eyes, searching through the stacks with little interest. Her assignment ( given to her for extra credit by her online college professor ) was due tomorrow, and she had no idea what to do. And she had to do the report, because her grades had been lacking lately, and she desperately needed to pull them up. She began to chew her lower lip, a bad habit she could never rid herself of. for a moment, she stared at the spine of a book, lost in a thought. Suddenly she squeaked. " That's it! It's the perfect lyrics! " She rummaged through her sling bag quickly, finding a chewed on pen, and a crumpled advertisement about warts. She flipped the piece of paper over, and began to write, her inspiration taking over for a few moments.

As she finished jotting them down, Stella suddenly felt the need to write more, but the inspiration was gone. that was how it was- it came at the most ridiculous times, and left just fast enough that she barely got the words down. that was a musician for ya. She stuck the cap of the pen in her mouth, and chewed on it - her lips were messed up enough is was. the pen could handle it. Stella sighed, and spoke to no one in particular. " If people didn't kill eachother, i wouldn't be doing this stupid assignment. Why do people have to be so... so... " She was unable to find the word, and let her sentence fall flat. She rolled her eyes at herself. " Yeah, Stella. The books care what you have to think.. oh, stop it. At least you have a voice. there are plenty of people without tongues and stuff.. though i suppose they still have voices, they just talk like dlhjgfklhjgk. " She stopped abruptly. " Oh my God. I'm talking to myself! " She reached up and smacked her forehead. Now she felt retarded. and she was sure the rest of te library felt the same about the french girl. She wondered what had happened to her - she was generally a very quiet person when she was alone. She kept to her thoughts unless somebody asked her a direct question, and even then she wasn't listening to what they had to say.

Now thinking about that, she felt herself sink into her old self, and the silly feeling was replaced with a calm sort of trance. She sighed, and dropped her pen into her bag, sliding a book from the shelf, and sitting down silently. It was a book written in french, and it made her happy to read her own language - though she was fluent in english, and could almost pass for american, french was always more beautiful to her. She began reading aloud softly, her voice silky and practiced. It showed in her voice that she was happy now, and after a moment, she read silently, devouring the words with energy. It was bittersweet for her. It reminded her so much of her mother, who had liked to read stories in french to stella when she was little. For a moment, she let herself remember her mother, but just as the sorrow engulfed her, she stood up. She was not going to feel sorry for herself when there were millions.. billions of people suffering far worse than she was. Just as she was exiting the isle, her foot caught on the carpet, and she tumbled, and she almost took a face plant, but caught herself just in time. She winced - her arms now throbbed painfully. " c'est douloureux. je devrais faire attention. " She muttered to herself - this hurts, i should be more careful.

words;

707 !

listening to;

falling down - selena gomez ,
you'll always find you way back home - hannah montana
on the line - jonas bros feat. demi lovato
( no making fun of my disney music love! XD )

outfit;

click!

muse;

crappy :/ this post is soooo short D:

notes;

baha. spunky french klutz!

[daemon]

and when we roll we roll deep

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Daemon walked into the library with a sour look on his face that screamed 'I don't want to be here'. The librarian behind the counter looked terrified as he stalked towards her. She put her little book down and looked up at him with big doe eyes as he stopped at the counter. Neither of them smiled or spoke for a few seconds. It was like a miniature staring competition. Finally, Demon leaned forward, elbows on the counter. "How does this shit work? Do I have to buy a membership to take out a book or whatever?" She immediately looked away at the first chance she got, scratching in her desk for membership papers. She began to talk him through the process, and he began to look around. There was no way in hell he was about to listen to that woman blab on about this shithole any longer than he had to. The only reason he was here was because his damned mother, who had called last night for the first time in two years, had instructed him to read a certain book. And yes you've guessed it - Demon was here to find said book. His mother was always out writing books about her stupid medical experiences. They were boring as hell to read - but when Demon's mom called it, it was all she wanted to talk about, and if he hadn't read the book, he was constantly lost in the conversation. So he had learned a few years ago already, that when his mother called him up and told him about her new book - he should read it. Though the tough thing about this time is that she had failed to provide Demon with ... well... the book! She usually sent one in the mail. But for some reason she had failed to do so this time 'round.

"-Sir?" Her annoying voice cut through his recollection of his mothers phone call, and he looked back down to her. She was holding out a form and a pen. He took both and hurriedly stared jotting down all his information. When he was done he shoved it towards the doe-girl and she typed some stuff into the computer and then handed him a flimsy plastic card. He took one look at it and pulled up his lip. He'd probably only use this thing once in his life - now. "Where are the medical books?" He grumbled. She stood up and pointed at an aisle across the room. He nodded and began sauntering over, observing the card in his hand and flipping it over a few times. However, when he looked up there was somebody in front of him. A girl. His brow creased as he listened to her soft voice. Was she speaking - french? He completely forgot about the task at hand, about finding the book, about his bitch of a mother and her hold over him, even about where he was. He just listened to her voice. It was so captivating, soft, smooth. And the words? He didn't understand a single little thing the girl was saying, but he didn't even care. For the first time in his life he actually wanted to listen to what someone else was saying.

He kind of... zoned out as he walked at snail's pace behind her. Gosh if she were to turn around now and see him she'd probably think that he was stalking her or something. Because, unconsciously of course, he kind of was. Needless to say, he wasn't expecting her to trip and almost nose dive onto the ground, so he didn't reach out and grab her, which afterward he regretted because it would have been very possible. But he did lurch forwards the moment he registered what had happened and practically plucked her up off the ground. "Shit. Are you okay?" Daemon was not a very personality conscious person, so thanks to that he never took into consideration how other people might feel about being lifted (or touched at all) like a simple object. It wasn't his fault that he acted on impulse like that - he was just made that way. He had no idea what the word 'personal bubble' meant at all. So finally, as Demon slipped back into reality he realized that he was holding her around her waist, facing her, with a rather shocked expression on his own face. He immediately took a step back, "I'm sorry." He apologized. Then double tracked. What the? That was most probably the first time in his life that he'd ever apologized to anyone. He shook his head, knelt down, and held out the book that she had been reading from. "Uh - you dropped this." After he said it he felt like hitting himself. Duh she'd dropped it! Thank you very much, Captain State-the-Obvious.

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TAGGED; STELLA BRIELLE!
LYRICS; BREATHE CAROLINA
WORDCOUNT;EIGHT HUNDRED AND TEN
NOTES; BAHA

[hannah1]

tag; daemon and traxx!
Just as she was about to get up, she felt a wiry arm constrict around her waist, and she was being pulled up. Her eyes widened, and she turned to see who had picked her up - because she was very grateful to them. Not often did people have any decency to help. He was much closer than she thought, and as she met his eyes, she gasped slightly - his face was an inch from hers, his eyes also wide. Her heart thumped, and she blushed as he pulled away. then the blush became even more noticeable - Stella never blushed. She was always very cool and collected around guys. She didn't get nervous around them. Never. Not when her first kiss came around, not when things got more personal. She just wasn't like that. So how was it that this boy made her heart skip a beat upon first glance? She didn't know, and she didn't like it.She brushed her hands on her jeans, taking a step away from him, and composed herself. " Merci. " She then realized she was speaking french again, and switched back to english. " I mean thank you. " The words came out flawlessly even in english - she barely sounded french when she spoke, but her words were still smooth and beautiful, the way she said them. When she spoke, she was known for painting a picture with one word, because often, she said things very elegantly.

Of course, she knew the effects of her voice - though she wasn't usually a manipulative person, she had used it before to get into a bar when she was sixteen, and few times to get what she wanted out of boys. But not often. She liked to save her charms. There weren't usually good opportunities to use them. uhm.. you dropped this. She couldn't help but smirk as she took the book from him, slinging her bag over her shoulder. " I couldn't tell. " The sarcasm was clear, but it was not meant to offend, just to tease. She felt a need to introduce herself, and stuck out her slender hand to him. " Mon nom est Stella. Quel est votre nom?" She had spoken french only because she had caught his eyes and become confused again. too late did she realize the language she had spoken, but it was too late, and she was curious as to how much french he knew.

She tilted her head to the side curiously, something she knew most guys found adorable, and crossed her arms, her tiny frame held in a position of interest towards him. Who was this strange boy? She felt as if she recognized him from somewhere, but she could not quite put her finger on it. That also bugged her - Stella hated not knowing things. It took her security away and made her feel infinitely vulnerable. A slight frown creased her forehead, and she pursed her lips trying to figure him out. Where... Her eyes lit up in recognition. Rachael's sister, Charlotte was dating this boy... " .. Daemon? " She was sure he wouldn't remember the IM conversation that had taken place between them. She'd only heard about daemon because of gossip and such, and she felt compelled to take her words back. She felt like she was invading his privacy. She flushed, and muttered an apology in french, running a hand through her hair, a bit flustered. She was a bit disappointed this boy was already taken - he had potential. But he was Char's and that was that.


words;

592 !

listening to;

falling down - selena gomez ,

outfit;

click!

muse;

crappy

notes;

IT'S SO SHORT |:< -smacks self-