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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 0:32:11 GMT
It's true that Harper doesn't have a lot of friends, well, he has maybe one or two friends. What can he say, he's not a very popular guy. Heckie, Harper could say that most of his grade strongly dislikes him, without outright hating him. Maybe because they all strongly dislike him, the guys feel the need to bully him, which is probably why he walks with his head down. Harper walks down the hall, caught up a little too much in his thoughts, which is probably why the guy's in his class hop on pushing him around the moment he comes into their sights. They shove him around in the hall, one of them stands at one wall, while the other stands at the other wall. They shove him back and forth, until one of their friends thinks it'd be funny to push him forward and into a person. Harper - whose face met the floor after he bumped into the person - scrambles to his feet as quickly as he can, the boy who were shoving him were down the hall faster than he could blink. Now he's left to apologize to this person. His cheeks go a little red as he slowly meets this person's gaze. He opens his mouth to apologise, but all that comes out is: "Your bone structure is giving my bone structure."Harper wants to rip out his vocal chords and throw them out the window. He wants to bash his head against the floor. He wants to do a lot of things to his body, but he doesn't. Instead he stands as still as a statue with his cheeks bright red. NESSA MARTINELLI |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 2:44:08 GMT
| Nessa didn't like applying the word bully to herself. It was too simple. She wasn't some kindergarten delinquent; when she cornered someone, it was much different than doing it because of self-esteem issues or, god forbid, having a crush. Nonetheless, she was perfectly content being on a different side of the spectrum: as a spectator.
Sometimes, to be precise. She stands behind a few other people, disapproval etched in her features. How...cliché. Between the pushing of the victim back and forth, she caught his face and slowly put a name to it in her mind. Harper, otherwise known as Mr.Pickup-Line. She'd never talked to him directly, but from what she'd heard around school, his hellos were certainly something.
And it seemed that it was Nessa's turn to get the experience; he's pushed a different direction, and the bystanders in front of Nessa move out of the way quickly. Too late, Nessa tries to move and instead stumbles backwards and has her books knocked out of her arms.
One by one, she picks them up and brushes the dust off her skirt. She's about to make a retort to Harper, face set into a glare, when a pickup line falls out of his mouth. Immediately following, his cheeks turn bright red.
There's a moment where she tries to decide what to make of the situation. Then she laughs a few times, glare turning to a pitying smile. "Nice apology. Got anything a little more appropriate?" Slowly, she figures what she might do with him.
She has been a little bored lately, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 0:18:49 GMT
"U-Um.." Harper leads off. "I-I'm really sorry.. for bumping into you.. a-and-! For, spouting off a pick-up line..."Please don't hurt me, sits on the tip of his tongue, but he keeps that part of his sentence silent. She doesn't look familiar, but she's pretty. Harper gulps, pretty girls are his biggest weakness, he doesn't know if he'll be able to play it safe next time he opens his mouth. Gosh, oh, gosh, he prays to Creation that he doesn't make a fool of himself. He can feel a few eyes on him, but he doesn't move to see if anyone is really staring at him. He keeps staring at his feet, hoping, praying, everything goes all right today. He doesn't want to go home beaten up more than he needs to be. NESSA MARTINELLI |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 2:41:49 GMT
| Quickly, she gives him a once-over; takes the temperature of the room, so to speak. If what she’d heard was right, any other girl would have slapped him by now. Certainly, other eyes would be turned to watch it happen again, only to laugh and keep on their merry way. He must be expecting it. She wondered when was the last time somebody treated it like it was nothing - took the time to forgive him.
She wondered for her own conniving reasons.
With a smile that rivaled a saint’s, her hand raised as if to flick the problem away. Poof. Gone. ”It’s fine. Accidents happen. Or, pick-up lines, in your case.” The lie slipped off her tongue like molasses; easy, slow. Still, her expression, even her posture, felt fake. This wasn’t what she would have said if she didn’t have a goal in mind, however vague it might have been right then.
”Hey, you’re Harper, right? Harper...” Truthfully, his surname didn’t come to mind. She waited, eyes patient, expecting an answer.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 22:56:04 GMT
[attr="class","joinnow"] [attr="class","cultofcoelho"]  LET'S BE ALONE TOGETHER, WE'LL STAY YOUNG Harper feels relieved when he hears that this girl is okay with what he said. That she's okay with accidents happening, with his pick-up lines happening.
He feels a million times better and he feels as if he's going to get a new friend. He hopes he's going to get a new friend. He prays to creation that he gets a new friend.
Jamie is great, but more friends!! Wow, Harper never would've thought of that!!
Harper nods, rather rapidly to add, "Harper Phoenix, what's your name?"
Perhaps his words come out a little too fast, perhaps a little too energetic, perhaps a little to excited. He hopes he doesn't scare her away. [newclass=.joinnow]height: 140px;width: 350px; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.joinnow .cultofcoelho]margin-left: 100px; margin-bottom: -90px;position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 20px solid; opacity: 0; -moz-opacity: 0; -webkit-opacity: 0; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.joinnow:hover .cultofcoelho]opacity: 1; -moz-opacity: 1; -webkit-opacity: 1; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 0:35:50 GMT
| She notes his eager response, how his words come out as quick as he nods. How... pathetic. She almost cringed. Almost.
"Nessa Cohn." The blonde hopes that Harper hasn't heard anything bad about her - otherwise her fun would be ruined.
Nessa looks behind him, back down the way that the bullies went. Her expression falls to one of concern, and she looks back to him before doing a once over. "Are you okay? I mean, those guys were being pretty rough with you." She commended herself for her acting. Hell, she should have been on TV.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 23:15:24 GMT
"i-it's very nice to meet you, nessa!" he says with a grin.
his eyes go a little wide, before his smile goes from a happy grin to a sheepish grin. he scratches the back of his neck, feeling somewhat embarrassed. not every day a pretty girl is concerned for a loser like him, y'know?
"a-and yeah... i'm fine, i'm pretty used to it by now..." he says. "i-it's a pretty common occurance for me."
he finished with an awkwardly forced laugh, as if he's trying to laugh off the whole thing.
ooc: ... shitty post is... super shitty im cryin im gomen
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