it's all for the stars,

[eric jayden spitzer]

perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine,
there was never a wrench thrown into the gears.

One might ask: just what is Eric Spitzer doing? The correct answer would be lounging, half-asleep, on the Eisley field. He was well-aware that it was definitely past curfew but didn’t move. Doing exactly this had been his purpose when he stalked out here, a can of root beer in his left hand. What he really wanted was some carrot cake but somehow he doubted it would just pop up out of nowhere and present itself for his eating pleasure.

As a result of such circumstances, staring at the stars seemed to be a good idea. His soda had only been half drained but he didn’t particularly want to drink the rest of it, for the moment. This brought about the thought that he should drink less of the thing. If he kept on as he was now, he would definitely end up sick of it and that just didn’t sound fun in the least.

He partially wanted to create his own sort of spy game in the dark. It would be entertaining, if not the slightest bit interesting. He would just have to hash out the ‘rules’ and such. As soon as that thought occurred to him, a shiver wracked his body. Really, that was entirely his fault. No one told him to prance outside in the middle of the night wearing a thin t-shirt and some shorts—shoes were no where to be found.

One would think he was a bit smarter than this but he loved the cold weather. Besides, as far as he was concerned, he was perfectly fine as long as he had a scarf. And he did, so that problem was solved, without question. Though, technically, that didn’t make much sense either. Said scarf was only loosely wrapped around his neck and it wasn’t exactly protecting much more than that. It was almost enough for him to get up and find a proper jacket.

Alas, that action did not come into being. Instead, he rolled over onto his stomach and started to ‘stealthily’ crawl across the ground. His slight boredom abated for a few minutes but didn’t stay away long. There wasn’t exactly much interest to be held in crawling around by himself. And so, the idea of a ‘playmate’ came into being. Not that he entertained it too thoroughly.

Eric tended to be painfully shy in the beginning of a lot of social situations. But when he loosened up, so did his tongue, but not in a way that he spilled secrets. It was more like nonsensical rambling that tended to be cut off abruptly mid-sentence, as though he had quite suddenly lost his train of thought. The trait annoyed the best of them, he knew. But he couldn’t exactly remedy it.

This promoted a rolling of the eyes and slight, self-deprecating smile. By now he had collapsed back onto his stomach, quite done with his crawling for the moment. It took him a few more minutes to realize he had abandoned his root beer back at his previous resting spot, yet he didn’t bother with moving. Drowsiness was seeping further into his bones and he yawned, eyes squeezing shut as he did so.

Yawn finished, he blinked his eyes slowly. And then, he quite suddenly wanted his root beer and some carrot cake all over again. The return journey to his soda was initiated and he made it there in less time than it took for him to crawl away. The remaining half was quickly drained away. That only left a craving for carrot cake. Carrot cake that he doubted he was going to get his hands on.

That only meant one thing: more stargazing.

tagged -- yer mum.
status -- completed.
word count -- six one three.
outfit -- it's all here.
lyrics -- neatfreak47 , 3oh!3
notes -- stargazing ftw.

[alaska simone malloy]

does your mother
KNOW THAT YOU'RE OUT ?
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It was late--dark out--and definitely past curfew. No student, especially not Miss Alaska Malloy, was supposed to be out and about and not safely in their dorms by now. In fact, it was probably past midnight at this point which meant not only was it past curfew, but Alaska should've been sleeping. Of course, our picture perfect princess was neither sleeping nor in her dorm. Tsk, tsk, rule-breaker.

Alaska wasn't rebelling; the very idea of her acting out was incredibly humorous; absolutely unbelievable. She was the epitome of a goody-two-shoes. She kept up excellent grades and still didn't think it was enough; she'd never participated in any illegal activity and none of her (three) boyfriends had ever gone below the belt for her. Nor she for them, for that matter.

No, Miss Malloy was pure and innocent, untouched in what some might consider the best ways and what others might consider simply tragic. But that still didn't explain what she was doing out so late and so far away from her dorm. Now Alaska wasn't like a good percentage of the student body who about this time at night would be sneaking back to their dorms from a night of hard partying, stumbling drunkenly and trying their best not to giggle too loudly or at all. The very idea of alcohol repulsed Alaska and she was frightened of going out in the city; who knows what kind of crazy people might be out there? So yeah; coming back from a good night was out of the question.

As it was, Alaska had been studying late into the night because she'd been unable to get to sleep, something that was unusual for her. She'd played around with her white noise machine, something her roommates sometimes made fun of her for, but even that hadn't helped. Nothing could calm her mind or prevent these strange nightmares from coming. She couldn't even explain the dreams she was having. They weren't scary or traumatizing, but every ten minutes or so after going to sleep, she'd wake up in a thin film of sweat feeling hectic and trapped and overall very claustrophobic. Alaska had tried many times just to play soothing sounds and go back to sleep or even study but nothing helped.

So she decided to take drastic action. Yes, drastic action was going outside of her dorm past curfew--to her, at least. Her mother, the Headmistress of the school, would reprimand her if she knew her own daughter was breaking a very important Eisley rule. While other girls might be able to shrug it off and think that their own mothers had probably broken the same rules, if not more, Alaska was not other girls. The very thought of her getting caught was frightening, but she needed to get out and away from her dorm. Something was haunting her in her room.

Alaska had stumbled around the Eisley campus with nothing more than a short-sleeved shirt, jeans, a white beret and her winter jacket on to keep her warm. It was a pretty cold night, but she kept her jacket open anyway; the cool breeze felt nice against her skin. She'd been walking for a while pretty aimlessly, looking around as if she were lost before she found herself on the Eisley field, her surroundings only slightly familiar to her. She'd never seen Eisley in the dark and the dark during wintertime was intense.

Alaska was shaken out of her thoughts when she heard a yawn. She was suddenly aware, hoping it wasn't a staff member and that she wasn't in trouble. She couldn't bear the thought of getting in trouble for something as stupid as this! Alaska stopped walking and froze, making her breathing shallow and light so you could barely hear it. After a few moments though, no one came in her direction, so she headed toward where she heard the yawn come from.

And that's when she stumbled upon another student. Alaska didn't recognize who it was, but she could tell it was a boy and he was holding some kind of beverage in his hand. Alaska was immediately suspicious, being who she was and she silently approached him until she was standing above him. It looked as if he were staring up at the stars.

"Excuse me," she started in a whisper, just in case some staff members were hiding about, "what do you think you're doing out here so late?" It was slightly hypocritical of Alaska to ask, but she didn't think about that. "It's against the rules to be out after curfew, don't you know? And I hope whatever you're holding there isn't alcohol--that'd be a double offense. And a serious one."

Alaska stuck her cold hands in her pockets and frowned down at the boy, taking up her entire height. Her usual stammer was a lot less noticeable as she was talking with some sense of authority. Alaska had no problem reinforcing rules.


tagged » eric jayden spitzer !
outfit » here
words » 827.
lyrics » does your mother know -- abba.
music » island in the sun -- weezer.
notes » haha, she needs to loosen up.

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[eric jayden spitzer]

perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine,
there was never a wrench thrown into the gears.

Yawing a second time and with an even slower blink, he started to trace the stars with his tongue. Well, not too literally. He merely stuck his tongue out and attempted to trace the shapes and such the stars were making. This ended with crossed eyes and a dry mouth. Huffing quietly, he attempted to remedy the dryness with some more root beer but was promptly thwarted when nothing was released from the can. It was a rather disappointing discovery.

And so, he simply continued to stare at the stars. Every few seconds he would notice a cold wind drag across his body but was otherwise unbothered and alone. At least, he thought he was alone, seeing as how he didn’t hear anything outside of his steady heartbeat and, every once in a while, the ‘click’ of his nails against the soda can.

That soon changed.

Startled, Eric blinked rapidly when a person blocked his unrestrained view of the stars. He nearly threw his, still empty, can of root beer at said blockade. However, that thought was swept away with ideas of ninjas and creeping up on innocent bystanders in the night. That isn’t to say he still wasn’t horribly shocked and perhaps a bit jumpy at this new arrival. He had firmly believed he was alone on the field.

For a few minutes, he remained prone, there on the ground, blinking in bewilderment at this interrupting person. He did entertain the thought that it might be a teacher of some sort, especially when she started going off about the rules, but the whispering didn’t make much sense. Unless she was trying not to get caught by an actual teacher. As a result of this, he was forced to draw the conclusion that she had no more right to be outside after curfew then he did, and certainly not ‘threaten’ him.

This did, however, call for a bit of fun.

“Alcohol? Why in the world would I ha- Well, what are you doing out here?” It’s fairly safe to say that our Mister Spitzer was almost entirely unaware of his subject change. He wasn’t expecting it to kick in quite so soon but it didn’t deter him. There were more interesting things to talk about than the possible can of alcohol. Nobody cared about that to begin with.

From what he could gather from this very slow-going meeting, she seemed to be something of a good girl. Why else would she make it her business to point out the rules about curfew and alcohol? Somehow most teenagers didn’t strike him as ones who would go out of their way to do that. Unless they were doing so jokingly; in that case he could understand. However, she seemed horribly serious about what she was saying. It was nearly enough to make him snicker.

But, politely enough, he kept his amusement to himself. There was no need to irritate her after all. If he did that, how could he possibly extract information? Nobody particularly liked to talk to someone that rubbed them the wrong way. And yet, even with all this thought, he couldn’t help but pretend to take a long drink from his can. He hadn’t forgotten about that accusation of alcohol.

Besides, just because he was a teenaged boy didn’t mean it was alcohol right off the bat. He almost told her to chill and loosen up a bit. It couldn’t be healthy to walk around with a stick lodged up ones ass. Not that he meant that in a too bad way! She was just coming off as rather uptight, in his mind. And what was a better way to loosen up then, well, let some things go?

Of course that only gave him the idea that he should make her play ninja with him. Or, perhaps, instead he could scrounge up some light sabers and they could ‘fight to the death’. That thought alone made him feel like he was ten years old again and ready to take the world by storm, which probably meant it was a no-go idea and he needed to come up with something a bit more mature. For the time being, that is.

Already plans were circulating through his head as to how he could get her to fall into his world of light sabers, carrot cakes, and ninjas. For a moment that did cause him to wonder about the state of his mental health. Not that it changed his mind or anything. If anything, he now really wanted to have a fight with light sabers, and he wanted a green light saber. His ‘opponent’ could have an orange or red one, if so wished.

At this point, Eric did snicker. Briefly it occurred to him that she might think he was laughing at her but he also figured that it didn’t much matter. That issue could be addressed if it was so worrisome. He didn’t particularly think it was necessary though.

It would probably be a lot more polite if he would get off the ground though.

tagged -- alaska tempest malloy.
status -- completed.
word count -- eight four five.
outfit -- it's all here.
lyrics -- neatfreak47 , 3oh!3
music -- pretty rave girl , i am x-ray.
notes -- sorry this is late. D: ,, eric totally wants to loosen her up. c;

[alaska simone malloy]

whatever happened to
OLD VALUES AND FINE MORALS ?
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Looking down at the boy before her, Alaska briefly wondered if this was a recurring thing for him. Maybe he made a habit of lying out on the Eisley field late at night...drinking whatever. Alaska didn't really know what was considered normal of the people at her school. She had heard about some things the kids did, but not everyone was the same, right? Still, it was no secret that Eisley had its handful of delinquents. Students here did all kinds of things they weren't supposed to and as hard as Alaska's mother worked to prevent that, she was only one woman. There was only so much she could do.

So Alaska, being the perfect child that she was, decided to help her mother and took it as her duty to enforce any rules she'd seen broken. She was also the next Headmistress (in training), so this was good practice, wasn't it? Weirdly enough, lately she'd been kind of lax with her enforcement. The girl who used to chide couples for public displays of affection had become the girl who meekly suggested that it was a "bad idea" to have alcohol in your dorm room after finding out that a few students were in fact hiding large supplies of alcohol in their own rooms. Now Alaska knew all she had to do was report to her mom what was going on in the school and frequent dorm searches would be put into place or there would be something to come down harder on the students who disobeyed the rules, but she hadn't said a word to her mother about what she knew. She wasn't exactly a tattletale, but Alaska had squealed before when she thought it was for the better.

Of course, for the better went on her judgment. But, Alaska had been changing. So slightly that it was almost unnoticeable, but yes, she had still been changing. She blamed it on her last boyfriend, the one who cheated on her and made her rethink things and her moral compass. That's not to say Alaska thinks it's morally okay to cheat on someone--not by far! Being the victim of that herself, she is totally disgusted by the very thought and was so heartbroken when she found out her own guy had turned his back on her. On top of all he'd done to her, he ended up being the one to end things. It was like the freaking icing on the cake.

So the effect this had on Alaska was very negative. But it made her wonder why it had happened to her. Her boyfriend had called her dull and boring and unfit for him. She came to the conclusion that she seemed to be the perfect girl to cheat on--crazily innocent, somewhat oblivious and a total pushover. But Alaska knew she wasn't all those things and that she didn't have to stand for it. So she wasn't going to anymore. It was just hard to change, that was all. And the aftershock of that messy breakup left her a lot quieter and meeker than she'd ever been before.

But back to the present, where the old Alaska was kind of coming through. “Alcohol? Why in the world would I ha- Well, what are you doing out here?” the boy--she had no idea who he was--asked her. Alaska narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the beginning of his sentence and then huffed at his question.

"I have my reasons," she answered slowly, pursing her lips. Yeah, it was a stupid reason and it wasn't a very good excuse, but hopefully the kid wouldn't ask anymore questions. "Let's just say I'm on the lookout for people like you."

Alaska took her hands out of her pockets so she could cross her arms over her chest and she shivered a little as another gust of wind went under her jacket and raised goosebumps on her skin. "You never answered my question anyway," Alaska informed the boy, looking down her nose at him. What could he possibly be doing out here? He didn't look like he was having any life troubles, so going out for some fresh air was probably out of the question. Besides, it was so late. He didn't sound drunk either (although Alaska was still suspicious about what was in that can).

There were a couple of moments of silence and then the boy snickered. Alaska frowned at him but tried not to show how offended she was. If there was one thing Alaska knew about kids her age, it was that they all thought it was so funny when someone got insulted. Just another thing Alaska didn't understand about her generation. "Do you think something's funny? Because there is nothing humorous about this situation. You shouldn't be here and that's that. You're lucky I'm not rushing to report you to a higher authority right now!" Alaska exclaimed, momentarily forgetting about her need to be quiet.

When she heard the way her voice echoed around the field though, Alaska gasped and unfolded her arms, looking around the field like a scared mouse. If she got caught, she'd have a hard time explaining this to whatever staff member found her--especially without sounding like a baby. And now there was this boy here, so they'd probably assume she was out there with him, which was certainly not the case.

In order to not be seen in case there were any staff members around, Alaska started to crouch a little until she could press her fingers against the grass. She was still looking around frantically and had almost completely forgotten about the other person that was there with her. Until she turned her head in his direction again. Alaska froze in place; she looked like an utter fool, squatting like a frog and turning her head in every direction. And she most certainly didn't look like she was supposed to be outside anymore.

"Uh..." she started, kicking out her legs from under her until she was sitting down on the grass. "...So maybe I'm not supposed to be out here either," she admitted, bowing her head as she moved to hug her knees.


tagged » eric jayden spitzer !
outfit » here
words » 1,030.
lyrics » class -- from chicago.
music » make it mine -- jason mraz.
notes » haha, she gets nervous.

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[eric jayden spitzer]

perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine,
there was never a wrench thrown into the gears.

There was the slightest smile curling Eric’s lips as he watched his ‘intruder’. During this continuous watching, it briefly occurred to him that he wasn’t behaving shyly, as he usually would. This was cause for some small form of concern but he pushed it away quite firmly. It wasn’t causing anyone, let alone himself, any harm. Perhaps it meant he was getting more used to being randomly approached by people and dragged into previously unwanted conversations.

Besides, he could use some more friends to keep him company. Why not get started with this chica? The only problem that idea seemed to hold was her uptight attitude. It made him wonder just how often she got out—truly got out. Wandering on the field probably didn’t quite count as a ‘getting out’ phase in life. And, if it did, then it was a rather pathetic attempt at it.

He understood though. As it was, he didn’t particularly like large crowds. Well, that is to say, large crowds that focused on his presence. Being the center of attention never did make him too happy. However, he certainly enjoyed a good party, especially one that was only lit up by colorful, flashing lights that could cause seizures. Sort of like when that one episode of Pokemon was aired.

Almost immediately different Pokemon started flashing through his head, like some sort of slideshow. It didn’t last very long as a voice broke through to him; same girl of course His response was to blink stupidly for a few, long minutes. A slither of paranoia crept into his bones with her words but he silently calmed himself. She didn’t know anything so there was no need to get all wound up about.

“People like me…?” He nearly snickered again after repeating her statement, minus some minor tweaking with the last word. He nearly got up to pat her carefully on the head, just to be able to say he did it and provide some sort of response to her words, something besides amusement. He couldn’t quite help it though. It wasn’t as though people were just milling about the field at this time of night. If that was happening, he’d probably be wondering what sort of event was happening for it to occur.

The next time she spoke, this time mentioning a question, he quirked a brow for a second. It took him a few more moments to remember that she had asked about his being out so late. He snorted quietly and moved his free hand to his empty can, playing with the only movable part of it until it snapped off and fell with a ‘clang’ into the can. Just hearing that sound made him wonder if she had heard it and, if so, did she realize that there was nothing in the can. If he was lucky, there were possibly a few meager drops on bottom. He highly doubted it.

Eric could quite safely say that he was feeling rather fine and amusement free, sort of, up until the girl who had yet to be named started in on him about snickering. His earlier thought that she might think he was laughing at her came back full force and he had to consciously withhold any signs of humor this time. She certainly didn’t sound like she was playing around, what with all the loud noises and such. And just minutes before she had been preaching about the rules. Now she was about to get caught breaking one. The irony, too, was laughable.

And it was only made more laughable by the gasp he heard above his head. He suspected she had caught on to just how loud her voice was and was now regretting it. It was almost enough to make him burst out into giggles. Truly, if asked, he couldn’t quite tell you why this whole encounter was so damn amusing. At least, not outside of the obvious things; he didn’t quite know what was so funny himself—and that just made him feel like he was laughing at the girl.

That didn’t stop the smile from curling his lips when he noticed her crouch down, presumably to further hide herself from any possible staff members. He couldn’t blame her. She had been rather loud, unnecessarily so. That only strengthened his idea that she was no more allowed out here then he was at this time. It sort of made him want to teach her the ways of the ninja, or something to that extent. The first thing that needed working on: her level of tone.

The junior was only vaguely surprised when she finally admitted to not being allowed out either. He figured she had to have realized that he had figured that out by now. She wasn’t exactly making it hard on him, what with the yelling and then the hiding. The only thing that continued to bother him, even minutely, was her previous show of superiority—enforcing the rules as she had been. And even then, it had been a rather poorly done job of it. But he granted her an easy smile all the same, though she wasn’t looking his way, neither was he looking hers.

His eyes were once again on the stars.

“I didn’t think so. You should watch the stars.” Those two sentences were his attempt at keeping it as short as possible, for he knew he would change subjects unexpectedly if he continued on. Just as he knew that if she stuck around to talk to him, he would eventually ramble, which would lead to abrupt topic changes and the like. He decided he should at least try to remain fairly unchanging in topic for now. There was no guarantee, of course.

Shifting slightly, he once again stuck his tongue out in an attempt to trace star-made shapes. He failed rather spectacularly at it but continued on anyway. It was something of a comfort to have a person nearby. It meant he had someone to talk to, if needed or wanted. But then a yawn snuck up on him, disrupting his thoughts and causing his eyes to slide shut for about a minute.

Eric just hoped he didn’t fall asleep before anything interesting happened.

tagged -- alaska tempest malloy.
status -- completed.
word count -- one oh four one.
outfit -- it's all here.
lyrics -- neatfreak47 , 3oh!3
music -- like a boss , the lonely island.
notes -- yawns of miiight.

[alaska simone malloy]

surprise
I'M NOT WHO YOU THOUGHT I WAS
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"People like me...?" the boy repeated her statement as if he didn't know. As if he didn't understand just what she was saying. Explaining it would make Alaska seem like a huge prude or a snot or whatever, but she wasn't sure if she cared about what this kid thought of her at this point. It was pretty uncharacteristic of her. Alaska was a very nervous, jittery person, always afraid of being judged for one thing or another. It was part of the reason she was such a recluse; she couldn't handle thinking about what people thought about her.

Here she was, little Miss Innocent, the Headmistress' perfect daughter, the apple of every teacher's eye--and yet, her peers sneered at her and made jokes about her behind her back and probably called her names. It was so beyond elementary school, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Not that she helped by being the way she was. But she couldn't help that--it was all she'd ever known and all she'd ever been. If she changed to suit her peers, she'd be changing herself for the wrong reasons anyway, wouldn't she? And that change would probably end up disappointing her parents and teachers, the people she admired the most. She didn't want to lose their respect in order to gain the respect of a bunch of beer-guzzling, cheap and whoring teenagers who would be more likely to stab her in the back over trivial matters. No, Alaska Malloy was not going down that road. Never.

So, in response to this stranger, she scrunched up her nose and narrowed her almost golden eyes a little bit. "Yes, people like you. You know, kids who think it's okay to do whatever they want because they're spoiled or they have it like that...or what have you," Alaska said scathingly, remembering to whisper this time. "Basically, a good percentage of the students at this school. You all think you're above the law or whatever, but you're still citizens--or going to be--and one day, you'll get a really rude awakening and then you'll have to take a crash course on growing up and adhering to rules!"

Alaska wasn't sure if she was still talking about the boy in question or her general experience in private schools so far. Obviously Eisley wasn't the first private school Alaska had been enrolled in; her parents were rich, had pull and wanted the best for their academically driven daughter. It was only natural that she would go to elite schools that all claimed to be the "best". They all seemed alike to Alaska; Eisley was only different so far because of her close relation to the staff and administration.

But this boy wasn't taking her seriously (which admittedly got under her skin a little) as he seemed to be lazily paying half-attention to her words and playing with that can of whatever. Alaska heard the pull tab drop into the can; so it was empty. That didn't mean much to her. She just wondered if this entertained the boy at all. He seemed like a bit of an odd fellow to her. Out here all alone with just an empty can and the field below him. It didn't seem as if he was really up to any shenanigans, but appearances can be deceiving; Alaska knew.

And when Alaska had caught herself and crouched down, thinking she'd get in trouble, the boy seemed to be amused by this. “I didn’t think so. You should watch the stars,” he told her, his voice calm and steady--almost nonchalantly so. Alaska frowned and hugged her knees closer to her.

"Is that what you've been doing out here?" Alaska asked him, unable to hide the suspicion from her voice. Who would be up this late just to look at what few stars there were in the sky. Their school, situated in the middle of Brooklyn, NY, wasn't the best place to go stargazing. Sure, there were some scattered here and there, but soon you came to realize that a good seventy-five percent of those "stars" were just slow moving airplanes. Disappointing, much?

"Stargazing?" Alaska didn't really believe it, but what else could she say? She'd called him out on breaking rules (the same ones she too was breaking), she'd accused him of drinking... There wasn't much left at this point, so she just uncurled her legs and laid down on the grass like a plank. She stared up at the night sky through her thick lashes and was amazed to see that there were actually more stars out than she'd thought there'd be.

Now stargazing wasn't something Alaska got to do all that often. She loved nature and hanging around just as much as the next person, but she didn't have time for this kind of stuff anymore. It was getting close to the end of her sophomore year which meant the beginning of junior year was coming close. Which meant she had to start thinking about what APs she was going to take (and would probably end up taking this year) and SATs and SAT IIs and all that jazz--

Alaska heard the boy yawn, a noise that both startled her a little and interrupted her thoughts. She wondered if it was because she was being bad company. Not that she was really much company at all; they weren't really talking. But she figured if she was going to be lying down on the field stargazing with him, she might as well try, right?

"So. Um. Since you and I, uh, seem to be in the same boat...do I get a name?" Alaska asked, placing her arms to her side. Some of her timidness was returning now that she wasn't admonishing this stranger. She wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing right now.


tagged » eric jayden spitzer !
outfit » here
words » 976.
lyrics » artist and repertoire -- envy on the coast.
music » we change, we wait -- the maine.
notes » cloudless winter sky ftw!

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[eric jayden spitzer]

perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine,
there was never a wrench thrown into the gears.

Eric wasn’t quite sure what he was doing could be exactly considered ignoring her. Did it count when someone was basically insulting and lecturing you like it was their right? He didn’t really think so. Whatever she had shoved up her arse, he hoped it would evaporate or something along those lines. Her uptightness was going to make him fidgety and even more prone to topic changes and those were never properly appreciated. Actually, they weren’t much appreciated no matter what was happening.

All the same, he figured he should let those comments go. She might have some sort of strange complex or another. But he also decided that was probably a way of making an excuse for her, which was unnecessary. Technically she could make her own excuses; therefore he didn’t have to do it for her. At least, he supposed that was the way it all ‘went down’. It wasn’t as though she was a child. But children did make their own excuses, didn’t they? Everyone could make excuses.

It was something remarkably like play-dough. He thought so anyway. Everyone could mess around with play-dough. It was at least somewhat on the same page as excuses; there were similarities. But everyone could do just about anything, couldn’t they? To him, it was starting to get a bit more complex as he added things on, such as drawing and writing and dancing. Yet he still saw it as proving his point, though only to himself. The mental rambles could be rather entertaining, if not horribly distracting. It was a wonder he got any work done sometimes, the way he acted.

While one couldn’t necessarily call the junior an air-head—or maybe they could—but he could admit that his thoughts tend to turn to rather unorthodox topics. Such as the similarities in play-dough and excuses. It did serve to make him wonder if that was even the least bit problematic though. Those thoughts were rarely mentioned aloud though, and only vaguely if at all. Unless he was drunk—that tended to unhinge him.

His nose wrinkled up in thought as it drifted onto the subject of alcohol instead. Any possible exploration in that area was completely interrupted though by question—two, in fact. There was, first and foremost, the question of if what he doing had been the only thing he had been doing outside. And that was promptly followed up by the question of stargazing. He nearly applauded her for such words. Yet she hadn’t mentioned the possible alcohol again. It made him curious.

Hadn’t she, just minutes before, been talking of breaking the rules and all that nonsense? He knew he was breaking the rules, but only in a way that he was ignoring curfew. Not that she knew that, which was all the more reason for her to be pestering him about it. It made him want to fidget a bit but he reeled that urge in. Instead he settled for shaking his can slightly and listening to the unattached part of it rattle around on the inside.

Yes, it was making noise, but he wasn’t too worried. He was pretty sure he’d notice if someone ended up the field. He hadn’t noticed the ‘uptight girl’ at first, true, but that was due to his thoughts and the stargazing, which meant it was likely to happen again. However he was willing to bet that she would keep a proper eye out for any potentially dangerous situations. Somehow he doubted she wanted to get in any sort of trouble.

He didn’t really want to get into trouble either but he was less worried about it then he figured she was. That probably had something to do with all the lecturing about rules and what-not. Therefore he was surprised, and with good reason, when she actually laid down next to him for some healthy stargazing. She did seem pretty stiff though—tense.

It was almost enough for him to tease her, attempt to make her loosen up a bit. Eric also thought that she should loosen up on her on though, without any real help from him. That, and he thought his ‘help’ might actually end up making her more tense, though how that could be possible he wasn’t entirely sure on. She’d probably loosen up if there was play dough around, maybe—or she might have just called him immature. ‘Course, then he would have had to point out that ‘immature’ spells ‘I’m mature’ and that could end badly.

He was pretty pleased with the silence though. It meant he could get back to properly stargazing without interruption. But, as usual, as soon as that thought popped into existence, silence was destroyed. Well, not entirely destroyed. It wasn’t as though she could start yelling or anything considering that could end pretty badly for both of them. Again.

Even with that, he hadn’t exactly been expecting the question of his name. It wasn’t as though she had deemed him worthy to know her name. But he figured that was a pretty childish way to view it. This could be the start of a wondrous friendship for all he knew. Or, maybe, just a half friendship—love-hate? He smiled a bit at that, letting loose little hums as an afterthought.

At least she wasn’t a man-eating bitch. That meant something, didn’t it? And so, he rolled on his side and propped his head up with his free hand. For a few seconds he just smiled and stared, wondering if he should draw it out or just outright say it. Either way she would get the name, one was just far more interesting than the other. He shifted a bit more.

“But, milady, shouldn’t I get a name first? It would only be polite.” The smile remained, turning his lips pleasantly. He felt as though he should be bowing and kissing her knuckles, just to complete the image. It would probably be fun too.

tagged -- alaska tempest malloy.
status -- completed.
word count -- nine nine four.
outfit -- it's all here.
lyrics -- neatfreak47 , 3oh!3
notes -- i can imagine him acting out that little 'scene' at the end. c:

[alaska simone malloy]

there was no desire; i think
IT WAS MORE THE DARK NIGHT OR SOME LONELY FEELING
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The silence, something Alaska usually enjoyed, was slightly unnerving to her now. What was she doing? Breaking rules to be out here on a cold night on the Eisley field with a strange boy who was quite possibly under the influence--maybe of more than just alcohol? Alaska scrunched up her nose at the thought; how people could tolerate to poison their bodies with such substances at all (never mind when they were still underage) was a concept that was simply beyond her. A shiver ran through Alaska's body, but it wasn't from the weather.

She couldn't help but be paranoid. She'd never done something like this before in her life; it was nerve-wracking. It was almost as if Alaska didn't have a bad bone in her body. Amazing, wasn't it? It was as if she were the perfect daughter, programmed to do all she was told and never to question. Alaska couldn't remember a time when her parents had ever had to raise their voices at her or when she'd ever gotten in trouble. It was always the looming threat of getting in trouble that kept her from doing wild things. Her parents had never actually threatened her or anything. She just figured she was expected to be one way and she tried her hardest to live up to those expectations. What she didn't realize was that she surpassed those expectations greatly. Her parents couldn't have been prouder of her.

Still, her heart beat wildly from inside her chest. She was tense. The boy she was with probably didn't understand her or why she was so...worked up. Not many people understood Alaska's weird perfection complex. As far as she was concerned, it wasn't something worth explaining. You either got it or you didn't. Alaska wasn't sure how the boy next to her wasn't tearing his hair out with anxiety already. She was near biting her nails--a nervous habit she'd dropped a while ago, thanks to her second boyfriend who hated finding clippings of nails on her tongue when they were kissing. To be honest, it was really gross; Alaska didn't know why she did that in the first place.

Was this the kind of rush kids looked for? Was this really the reason so many kids her age acted out so much? Then Alaska would definitely pass. The feeling sucked and she wasn't even doing anything that dangerous or wild. Imagine if she were doing something truly illegal; she'd probably give herself a heart attack just thinking about it or thinking about the consequences. She felt like simultaneously slapping herself and throwing up. She'd stick to rushes from more innocent things like new crushes and roller-coasters, thank you.

Alaska dug her nails into the grass on the field to try to relieve some of her nervousness. It didn't really work, but the blades of grass felt cool and weirdly wet between her fingers. She tried relaxing. Honest, she did. She tried every way she knew how. She did deep breathing exercises. She tried closing her eyes. She tried mentally counting. She tried staring at the stars and thinking of nothing else, totally cleansing her mind of all thoughts. She even tried just focusing on one star, which was near impossible. Not only did it not work, but it made her dizzy too. She glanced at her companion from her place on the grass out of the corner of her eye. How did he do it so easily? He looked so nonchalant, so cool as a cucumber. Alaska only wished she felt the same way.

In a way, Alaska was glad it didn't come easily to her. That would make her a troublemaker. Her anxiety meant she had a conscience and that she didn't break the rules often, if at all. It might not score her points with other students, but if it kept her on the good side of the system, then she could live with that. Alaska was about to shift to get up and leave--she wasn't sure this coming out after curfew business was really for her. Sure it would be admitting defeat or whatever, but she couldn't stay. She felt too nervous. What if someone really were around and they spotted her? She couldn't live with those thoughts. So what if she had a stick up her ass? At least she played it safe.

Anyway, she was about to get up to go when the strange boy turned and smiled at her and began to speak. Alaska had almost forgotten she'd asked for his name. She decided that he had a nice smile. It bordered on creepy, but it was kind of charming and alluring at the same time. Almost inviting and a little disarming. Alaska wasn't sure if she could trust this boy just yet.

“But, milady, shouldn’t I get a name first? It would only be polite.” Alaska frowned. She felt like retorting with, "But I asked you first!" but she held her tongue. Besides...milady? Did people still say that? The use of the word both perplexed and amused Alaska, two expressions she couldn't keep off her face.

"I suppose I owe you for interrupting your...stargazing. If that was what you were doing." Alaska suspiciously eyed the can in the boy's hand as she sat up straight again. Sitting with a rigid back strangely seemed more natural to her. "My name's Alaska. Alaska Malloy." Alaska held herself back from adding that she was the Headmistress' daughter. It was a line she used often when introducing herself. It was kind of like her title. But she'd already embarrassed herself enough for one night. What would this boy think of her if he were to know she was the daughter of the current owner of the school?

"Well, now that I've introduced myself, who are you?"


tagged » eric jayden spitzer !
outfit » here.
words » 973.
lyrics » counting stars on the ceiling -- stars.
music » the great disappointment -- afi.
notes » i am a slug when it comes to posting~

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