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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Nov 28, 2009 0:32:15 GMT -7
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[/color][/center][/font] Cayden sat on the steps of the emptying school, his feet tapping on the linoleum and lips puckered as he whistled a thoughtless tune. His hands held up a poster for the Sadie Hawkins dance which was next week. He wasn't new to the school exactly but it wasn't like he was popular and well established, either. A few of the kids knew him, like the kids at the cafeteria, or the kids who waited with him at the bus stop. Who was he kidding, he was a loner and he knew it; and not only that but he also was bombing his grades and now he found out that he wouldn't be going to the Sadie's Hawkins.
"Not like I care." He told himself, crumbling the paper and tossing it away, around the corner and out of site, only to hit someone with it. He heard them audibly complain about his pelting them with paper and stood, cutting his diddy short. "Sorry, that's was my fault." Cayden turned the corner to see his victim.
tagged-- Anyone
lyrics-- Sway, girl thingycat Dolls
outfit-- with jeans
notes-- Not the best but I wanted to get started with him. :] P.S. that picture of him and chels makes me laugh[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Winifred Clark on Nov 29, 2009 0:13:48 GMT -7
Winifred Carter wasn't a new student to East High. She just wasn't well known, another number. Not many people read the East High news paper of which she headed up. The only time people would pay attention was if the story was about them. That would get their attention...and usually just that one person's attention. She tried to catch peoples interest with the news; cold hard facts but, people were more interested in the Inquirer than that.
She walked out of the school and sat down and leaned against a pillar. Fred; which was her nickname; had her notebook open to a blank page. She stared at it, what next? The News paper really needed a boost. Maybe an interview with the new principle? Who would want to read that? She sighed. Fred looked up at the overhang above then a piece of crumpled up paper hit her. She looked around, "Litter bug." She uncrumpled the paper to see it was a the school dance poster. She wrinkled her nose in thought.
"Sorry, that's was my fault."
Fred looked up to see someone peeking around the corner at her. "Oh. Well, I'm fine with you protesting the dance but next time better aim might by required to reach the trash can from that spot."
((lol, I don't know if I like her response but, it took awhile for me to figure out what to say))
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Nov 29, 2009 13:47:24 GMT -7
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[/color][/center][/font] Before him stood an adorable teenage girl, her face wrinkled in thought. She looked a bit tight laced, like she treated school as she would a job (ridiculous), but she was still cute. In her hands she held the crumpled poster for the dance and at once his ears burned and he felt embarrassed for having admitted that it was his. Cool guys didn't care about dances, especially stupid ones where girls asked guys, no, Cayden didn't care about the dance at all... Yeah, he purposefully threw it because he didn't want to go! That's what he could tell her.
Cayden had just straightened his posture and gotten on his 'cool guy' face when she said something that really threw him, though it definitely went with her 'all work and no play' appearance. "Protesting..?" He scoffed, looking at her as if she were crazy. Then he realized that he wanted to impress her and changed his tune. "I, uh, yes. Protesting. That's what I was doing." Came his halting reply. Ugh, she would have to be an idiot not to see past his weak acting. Cayden wasn't an actor, he appreciated actors, he thought the ones on the big screen were cool, but he would rather die than join the drama club and thus commit suicide on his social life. Though he really didn't have one right now, so maybe some acting lessons would have come in handy at this moment.
His thick eyebrows fell and he narrowed his eyes at her when her comment about his aim caught up with him. Yeah, his acting sucked, but he had great aim! "Whoa, I will have you know that if I wanted to I could have gotten it in the trash can, but I didn't." He approached, crossing his arms defensively.
tagged-- Winnifred
lyrics-- Sway
outfit-- with jeans
notes-- Yay, she's cute. She should be Chelsea, who cares. :] They're cute.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Winifred Clark on Dec 1, 2009 23:03:38 GMT -7
Winifred paid no heed to Cayden's poor acting as he lied about protesting the dance. Her attention was actually back down on the poster. The dance was coming up and it probably was something she should cover in some way. But how? Her attention was drawn back to him when he finished saying he could have gotten the poster into the trash can.
Fred laughed, "Yeah, right."
She then gestured to the trash can which was no where near where she had been residing. "Um, unless your a jock which," she looked him up and down, she hadn't really looked at him before. "I don't believe you are, I just can't see that happening. Not that I'm an advocate of labels, I'm against them all the way but, unfortunately no one else at this school is. So, the way a person dresses does seem to define who they associate themselves with." Her reply was a bit lengthy but, that was the way Fred was with things. This usually scared boys away...and everyone else. She was a bit of a loner herself although she would never label herself as such. After all, Fred didn't believe in labels.
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Dec 1, 2009 23:57:25 GMT -7
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[/color][/center][/font] She hadn't noticed his failed performance of 'cool protesting guy', which was a good thing, as her attention was brought back to the poster. Cayden watched her curiosly wondering why she was looking at it so intently. It was like she had never heard of a dance before. Then again, she may not have, she certainly didn't look like the type who enjoyed dances, or parties or fun of any kind. Which was a shame because she would probably look hot in a dress, particularly a blue one to offset her golden waves...woah! Cayden shook his head and looked away from her, glad that the poster was distracting her attention.
How dare she look him up and down and say he wasn't a jock? What did that even mean? That he wasn't muscular? That he had a brain? When she put on her arrogant air and told him that there was no possible way he could have gotten it in the trash can all of Cayden's attraction for her vanished. Well, not all, she was still a girl and thus, attractive, but she was a mean, snotty girl. "Okay, well, for a girl who doesn't like labels you're pretty good at giving them." He rolled his eyes, his pride bruised. And what was she going on about? She was just like his mom, she turned a simple burn into a monologue, sheesh. It's called, generalizing.
"And I can totally get it in, toss it here." Cayden challenged, his male ego roaring to life.
tagged-- Winnifred
lyrics-- Sway
outfit-- with jeans
notes-- So fun! =D[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Winifred Clark on Dec 2, 2009 0:33:07 GMT -7
Fred didn't even realize she what she had done, given a speech, an outright article on labels right then and there. She realized her words had wounded him and lowered her gaze. She hadn't intended to hurt him. "I'm sorry, I got carried away."
Winifred looked at the poster still in her hands. That was the story she needed. She needed a story about the dance that everyone would be at. The school paper would sell like hot cakes with that story. How could she get this story though? The dance was a Sadie Hawkins so that meant girls asked the guys. She would have to ask someone to go but, she just wanted to go for the story. The story wouldn't be worth reading though if she went alone. That settled it, she would have to ask someone to the dance...but who?
The boy with the scruffy hair then asked her for the poster. He wanted to prove to her that he could make it into the trash can. Winifred really didn't think he could but, what harm would he have in trying? She re-crumbled the poster and tossed it to him. "Ok." she sighed.
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Dec 6, 2009 19:06:53 GMT -7
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[/color][/center][/font] Wow, she was so...weird. It was satisfying to pay her back for how she had hurt his pride, but she was taking things far too seriously. Part of him had wanted her to fight back so that he could have had a grander victory. Because he would've won anyway. Despite his lack of friends he had surprisingly high self-esteem. Maybe that's what she had meant by jock, jocks were confident, after all.
"Fine." He grumbled, his feathers ruffled again by her unbelief in his overall awesomeness. Really, she was irritating. "Watch this, miss snooty pants." Cayden replied cockily, walking again to the stairwell and sitting down in his place once more. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. be the poster, be the poster he concentrated, then he tossed it around the corner and jumped to his feet to see his achievement. "Boom!" Came his victory cry, then he saw it on the floor about a foot from the trash can. His grin faded and he looked utterly confused. How did that happen? He had been so sure that he would get it in...unless... "You sabotaged me." He accusingly pointed at her and dumped the poster in the trash can with aggression.
tagged-- Winnifred
lyrics-- Sway
outfit-- with jeans
notes-- Caydafred <3[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Winifred Clark on Dec 6, 2009 23:56:02 GMT -7
Winifred boredly watched him as he prepared to make his shot into the trash can. Her mind was elsewhere...on who she would ask to the dance. The last time the school paper actually sold like hot cakes was when Troy Bolton had agreed to an interview after the whole musical/basketball thing. People actually read that article, it wasn't her best but, it still sold. She hoped this dance article would revive the paper and maybe the school board would finally see a reason why not to disband it. Then she could get an internship with the NM Reporter and then a job at a big paper, like the New York Times.
That was her dream. Getting that big article was a part of it.
She watched the ball of paper go out of sight behind the corner. Fred jumped slightly at his explanation of victory. She followed him to see if he actually made it. It hadn't, if it had that would have been a miracle worth a story.
"You sabotaged me."
She raised an eyebrow. "Sabotaged?" Fred repeated in disbelief. She shook her head and a soft smile formed on her face. Wow, he was quite the strange boy. Fred giggled a bit, "I did not! How could I?" she tilted her head, waiting for his reply. This was the longest conversation she had with someone who she didn't even know their name.
((It would be so cute if he taught her how to dance. hehe, like after her plan is set in motion and she actally starts to fall for him, which isn't part of the plan. hehe))
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Dec 13, 2009 19:11:31 GMT -7
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[/color][/center][/font] She was still smiling, happy in his confusion, it was so irritating. The way his anger brightened her smile, her dimples showing up in her peach soft cheeks. The way her soft curls bounced as she shook her head in disagreement. Uhg, he was really starting to feel something here. It was a heat that started in the pitt of his stomach and zapped through his body. He wasn't sure what it was, it wasn't altogether unpleasant, just different, but he could guess that what he was feeling was loathing.
Cayden ignored her comment about not moving the trash can and continued down the hall and to the exit. It was a nice day outside, the New Mexico skies a startling blue, as usual, and he figured his brother would want to play some sport with him, since he was visiting from college. Cayden was the youngest of four other boys: Albus, the eldest, a doctor and the quietest of them all. He had a kind spirit and was always giving, so his job suited him well, he was a lot like their mom. Next was Remington, he was the cad of the bunch, a loud, playful, joyful type of person. Whenever he visited he brought a different girl. Then there was Rafe, who was the sweetheart, he was charming and genuine, winning every girl's heart who met him, but he was just focusing on school for the moment. He was who Cayden got along with the most, and thankfully he was the one visiting because ASU was having spring break. Already he was deciding what they would do, his mood and expression softening as he forgot about Fred completely, until she called to him.
He turned and watched her walk to him sheepishly and his face contorted to show the obscene amount of confusion he now felt, and also the hint of annoyance. What did she want? Cayden's chocolate brown eyes widened in a moment of shock, his name? He hadn't been expecting that. She apologized, which did make him feel better, but Cayden wasn't the type to forget a slight, maybe that was why he didn't have friends. Friends--that's what she was trying to do, make them friends, but why, he didn't know. She hadn't disagreed with him when he had said that girls were crafty, and he still stuck by that. Cayden looked her over suspiciously, letting silence seep into their 'conversation' as he tried to figure her out.
Finally he shrugged and offered his name, all she wanted was a name, after all. "Cayden." He sounded irritated and uninterested. "And yeah, you were rude." What? he wasn't going to object when it was true. He stood with his hands in his pockets, unwilling to follow his brother's habit of 'hand shaking'. He just wanted to get home. He watched her, wondering if they were done or what was next.
tagged-- Winnifred
lyrics-- Sway
outfit-- with jeans
notes-- So rude, tsk tsk.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Winifred Clark on Dec 21, 2009 23:46:17 GMT -7
The boy's anger faded and confusion seemed to replace it. Fred noted this as he now didn't look like he knew what to do. She was amused by this and continued to smile even after his faded. When he then answered her with 'girls are crafty' she looked at him in bemused amusement. Who says stuff like that? She shook her head slightly, "I did not move the trash can."
The boy was way confused and started on his way. Fred was going to let him go, she needed to focus on who to take to the dance anyway. When would she have time to ask someone? And who could she ask that would make the article remotely interesting?... She looked at Cayden and it hit her. The waded up poster, it had come from this boy and the poster had given her the idea for the story...this was a sign, it had to be! She had to ask him.
'This is crazy...'
"Wait!" she said. After he stopped she continued, "I didn't get your name." She stepped closer, "I'm Winifred," she bit her lip as she was now the one who was awkward and confused on what to say. Fred, although unsure, continued,"I'm, sorry, about what I said earlier, saying you weren't a jock. That was rude of me to asume..." she looked away slightly. Her heart was starting to pound, was she really nervous about asking this guy? It was just for an article.
Calm down girl.
Breath.
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Dec 23, 2009 12:55:06 GMT -7
She was still smiling, happy in his confusion, it was so irritating. The way his anger brightened her smile, her dimples showing up in her peach soft cheeks. The way her soft curls bounced as she shook her head in disagreement. Uhg, he was really starting to feel something here. It was a heat that started in the pitt of his stomach and zapped through his body. He wasn't sure what it was, it wasn't altogether unpleasant, just different, but he could guess that what he was feeling was loathing.
Cayden ignored her comment about not moving the trash can and continued down the hall and to the exit. It was a nice day outside, the New Mexico skies a startling blue, as usual, and he figured his brother would want to play some sport with him, since he was visiting from college. Cayden was the youngest of four other boys: Albus, the eldest, a doctor and the quietest of them all. He had a kind spirit and was always giving, so his job suited him well, he was a lot like their mom. Next was Remington, he was the cad of the bunch, a loud, playful, joyful type of person. Whenever he visited he brought a different girl. Then there was Rafe, who was the sweetheart, he was charming and genuine, winning every girl's heart who met him, but he was just focusing on school for the moment. He was who Cayden got along with the most, and thankfully he was the one visiting because ASU was having spring break. Already he was deciding what they would do, his mood and expression softening as he forgot about Fred completely, until she called to him.
He turned and watched her walk to him sheepishly and his face contorted to show the obscene amount of confusion he now felt, and also the hint of annoyance. What did she want? Cayden's chocolate brown eyes widened in a moment of shock, his name? He hadn't been expecting that. She apologized, which did make him feel better, but Cayden wasn't the type to forget a slight, maybe that was why he didn't have friends. Friends--that's what she was trying to do, make them friends, but why, he didn't know. She hadn't disagreed with him when he had said that girls were crafty, and he still stuck by that. Cayden looked her over suspiciously, letting silence seep into their 'conversation' as he tried to figure her out.
Finally he shrugged and offered his name, all she wanted was a name, after all. "Cayden." He sounded irritated and uninterested. "And yeah, you were rude." What? he wasn't going to object when it was true. He stood with his hands in his pockets, unwilling to follow his brother's habit of 'hand shaking'. He just wanted to get home. He watched her, wondering if they were done or what was next.
(Oh crap. I just posted over my other post w/ this one...I'll have to retype it... -_- uhg) [/size] |
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Post by Winifred Clark on Dec 25, 2009 21:48:51 GMT -7
By his demeanor she could tell that he clearly was not that into her anymore. But, the sign! The poster! Her mom believed in that stuff more than she did, but who else would be more perfect?
It was in times like these that she had to ask herself, "what would Lois Lane do?"
She would do what it takes to get the story, even if that meant, flirting. As if she wasn't nervous enough already. There was no way Fred could make herself flirt. She wanted to just cut to the chase and ask him but, he wasn't going to say yes to her. Not now! She would have to do something to get him to say yes! He was not making this easy.
Fred had seen the movie "Gentlemen prefer Blondes." She hated the idea of using her looks to attract someone. She had never done it before, thought it was very shallow and, she didn't think she was 'that' attractive. Well, he had told her his name, that was something.
"Cayden," she liked it, it was unique. She looked up into his eyes, she was rather close to him now, staring up into his chocolate brown eyes. "I truly am sorry." She wanted to reach out and get some sort of connection but, his hands were in his pockets. So, how to get him to say yes...well, she could tell him how memorizing his eyes were and how she now found herself lost in them. She tore herself away from them and blushed. Ok, this was weird. So he definitely wasn't bad to look at.
Fred, pull yourself together! Ok, pick something about him that he would be proud that you pointed out.
She looked at him again and smiled. "You have really, nice...hair." That had to be the most ridiculous thing she could have said! What guy takes pride in his hair? Oh great...
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Dec 25, 2009 23:34:31 GMT -7
Cayden suddenly realized that she seemed to be sort of close to him, standing far too close to keep acquaintance status. First she seemed like she wanted nothing to do with him, now she was standing inappropriately near him, as if he wasn't confused enough. He also noticed that she smelled really good, like a faint garden of femininity or girlishness...okay, so he wasn't great with words, but whatever. The point was that for whatever reason he wasn't as opposed to her vicinity as he should have been. In fact, it was sort of flattering. His brothers Remmy and Rafe were always the ones who were the lady killers, and even if a girl happened to be into Cayden, once they saw his brothers they began to use him to get to the older and 'hotter' boys. It left him a bit jaded.
Cayden took a step away from her, swallowing thickly and tore his eyes from her warm chestnut ones. She was pretty, she had an adorable giggle, and yes her hair fell in delicious ribbons over her shoulders, but he knew better than to trust her. He wanted to accept her apology and to believe that she was sincere, he just...couldn't. Instead he nodded, looking away and wondering what she wanted.
You have really nice..."
He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows, interest piqued. Was she going to compliment him? If so, that made no sense at all. She had made fun of him minutes before, but now she was...well, it seemed like she was trying to flirt with him. Weird.
"...hair."
Really, really weird.
A moment of him just staring at her passed, his face paralyzed in his prior surprised expression. He hadn't been expecting that. "Um..." What was he supposed to say to that? She couldn't have been flirting because that would be just too pathetic. Really, had girls found him so easy that they stopped putting effort into their conquests? What was going on? More importantly, how was he supposed to respond? "Thank...you...?" He muttered, his expression finally befitting his confused mood. His gratitude had taken an unexpected but truthful inflection.
(Sorry, I hope you can work w/ that!!!)
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Post by Winifred Clark on Jan 2, 2010 22:47:33 GMT -7
"I mean uh, well it is nice, I do like it-I," Fred was flustered, she didn't know how to flirt! Man this was a stupid plan. She hoped that Cayden wouldn't flee her feeble attempts. When Fred was flirted with she would generally say something to avoid the 'jerk' or she would simply run away. This is why she couldn't often go to East High football games.The assistant coach would always try to get her number. Fred was only there for a story on the game though, not a date. How funny that now she was the one who wanted a date and it was for a story.
"Its...nice." She was blushing now in embarrassment. Flirting was not her thing at all. She just wanted to get off the subject of his hair all together. Of all the things she could have said, his hair? Wow...crazy. There was an awkward pause of silence before Fred spoke again. She felt silly now. Maybe she should just ask him. He could obviously see though her terrible flirting attempt anyway.
"I know we just met but, I was hoping that maybe you would like to go to the dance with me? We didn't start off right and I'm sorry for that. You seem like, a nice guy and I know your protesting but," She sighed and looked up at him, "I hope you'll say yes." Fred was pleading with him, she hoped she looked desperate, maybe he would take pity on her and say yes.
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Post by Cayden Driscoll on Jan 2, 2010 23:34:11 GMT -7
The difference in her was startling. She was so flustered now, she seemed like a lamb when compared to the confident lioness of before. He wasn't sure what had come over her, but she didn't want him to leave her for some reason. What was in conversing with him for her? What would she get out of her struggle? He couldn't figure it out, no matter what angle he looked at it from. Because it didn't make sense, one minute she's calm, collected, and dissing his throwing skills and then the next she's complimenting his hair. Wait-- a flash of understanding passed behind his eyes and he nodded to himself slowly. She would probably think it was in response to her calling his curly mess 'nice'. In truth Cayden was agreeing with a realization that came to him, she was trying to distract him! But...from what? He looked around himself curiously, was he being Punkd?
Cayden looked back down at her, his attention again captured as she dropped her flirty girl facade. Ok, she was back to a lioness, that was good, he liked when she was straightforward. If only more girls were like that. Except that she had to ruin his wish by being equally as confusing even when she was blunt. "Whu-..Winnifred..." He stuttered, totally blindsided by her question. She did not seem to be the dance type. He really did want to go to the dance, even if he had crumpled it up and tossed it goodbye moments before. A part of him wanted to reject her, he was really confused and had been hurt a lot before.. but something about her broke down his barriers. Mostly due to her adorable blush and hopeful-leaning toward pitiful, brown eyes staring up at him as if he were a god. What would it hurt to say yes? But, just to be safe he inquired, "Why?" That really was his one big hurdle. He didn't see why she would want to go, let alone with him, after all, she had said it herself, they hadn't started off right. |
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