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Post by quinnfabray on Jul 13, 2010 14:41:29 GMT -5
 
These damn butterflies were going to be the death of me tonight. They really were. I could barely breath, the way Puck was looking at me just had a certain effect that I’m surprised rendered me able to speak and function normally at all. There was just so much left to say and so many questions that needed to be answered. But not was not the time or place. We were here on a mission; those Vocal Adrenaline jerks had screwed with McKinley one too many times over the last year and if they thought that we were going to stand for it they were even stupider than we originally thought.
The girl now confirmed to be Lorelai nodded to me, seemingly terrified of the prospect of Puck and I talking to her. Good grief, it had been a year. We’ve both changed. But she seemed far more interested in Rachel’s arrival than talking to me and Puck, so I brushed it off, waving to back at Rachel who was with some guy I’d never seen before. Weird, I thought she was dating Finn. Whatever. Her life, not mine. I had enough shit to deal with of my own.
“Quinn. Thanks. Looking pretty good yourself."
Fuck I thought to myself. Yes, I swore now. After all the crap I’d been through the past year Puck had begun to rub off on me. I noticed him glance pointedly at my stomach for a moment and felt my face go red.
“Thanks.” I said awkwardly and glanced down at my shoes. Yeah, my belly was gone. I’d been exercising with Kurt and Mercedes all summer to get the weight off, but it was still weird to be near my old size again. It felt like a part of me was missing. Well, other than my daughter of course.
“We're gonna take this party by storm, Quinny.”
[/b] I laughed. “You just had to bring up that nickname, didn’t you? But yeah, we are.” Sucking up all of my courage, I brushed my fingers over his hand, waiting to see if he would accept my tentative, unspoken offer. "A little far from your burrows, aren't we? Or the sty as Rachel Berry would call it. Your poorness is stinking up my porch." [/b] I rolled my eyes at the girl who’d just exited the house. “Yeah, well your ugly is ruining my ability to see clearly.” That’s right bitches. I may have gone soft but I could still be the HBIC any damn time I wanted to. [/blockquote][/blockquote] TAG. PARTY PEOPLE
OUTFIT. CLICK.
NOTES. I'm sick of this waiting for season 2 thing. I'm ready NOW.
CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/size][/color] |
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Post by rachel berry on Jul 13, 2010 15:14:54 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I smiled at Cameron when he spoke, taking his arm as I walked up the path. It wasn't because I saw him as more than a friend, or that I was possessive, I was just a very hands-on person, I guess. And if Cameron wanted to know me, there was no point showing a condensed and tame version of myself. The real Rachel Berry was high maintenance, confident and over the top. "I can't wait to introduce them to you. They're great, after all, I'm not friends with just anyone." I grinned as we walked up the path to the porch. It was true, sort of. Sure, people might think I looked desperate for friends from the outside, being a complete loser in most people's eyes. But I could cope perfectly well on my own. Stars didn't orbit around planets, planets orbited around stars. And I was not going to adjust who I was so that I revolved around another person. I bounced up the steps to the porch so I was with the rest of the McKinley kids, and looked around with an enthusiastic impression. We were going to own this party.
When Lorelai greeted me, I smiled even wider, sliding my arm out from the warm comfort of Cameron's and hugged her cautiously. I knew she was much more reserved and quiet than I was (that might have been an understatement), but I wanted her to know I was still the same friendly person I always was. "Hello! It really is. How have you been? Still singing hope." I smiled and then looked at Puck, nodding again silently and subtly before looking back up at Cameron. I didn't like being small, I had such a big personality but it was hard for people who didn't know me (such as the Vocal Adrenaline snobs) to be intimidated me. Of course, when I got on the stage and opened my mouth, that stopped them in the tracks. Another downside of being small however, was having to look up at every guy you wanted to speak to. "Guys, this is Cameron. Cameron this is Puck, Quinn, Kurt and Lorelai." I said, gesturing to each in turn. I would have added 'my friends' on the end, but I wasn't sure if they considered our relationship to be friendly. I had a sense some of them were letting jealousy get in the way of a possible friendship.
Before I could open my mouth to talk again, the door opened and out stepped one of the people from Vocal Adrenaline. She was a pretty brunette, but her name didn't spring to mind. That may have something to do with the fact that when I thought Vocal Adrenaline I thought Jesse and my mom, but if she had been one of the influential lead singers, I would probably know her name. I frowned when she said I would call it a sty. "Excuse me, but I think they call what you're suffering with envy, and envy is a sin. You may not have been blessed with impeccable and flawless talent, but that does not give you a right to treat us so pretentiously." I said, trying my best to look down my nose at her, even though she was taller than me. I didn't like bringing up the subject of my nose either, people enjoyed laughing at that. But I found sanctuary in the fact that in a matter of years I would be laughing at them. All the stars out there have had to face adversity, and overcoming it is what separates the wheat from the chaff. Where do you think Lady Gaga would be if she just went 'people think I'm weird, I should stop'? I laughed lightly at what Quinn said, raising my eyebrows at Emily before walking past her into the house and the party. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; dance in the dark by lady gaga
word count; 641 w/out code (yay!)
outfit; white/black dress, purple shoes and purple purse!
credit; to brooke (template) and sarabi! (picture) from caution |
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Post by lorelai anchors on Jul 13, 2010 16:12:00 GMT -5
 if i don't say this now i will surely break[/SIZE][/color][/font] AS I'M LEAVING THE ONE I WANT TO TAKE. FORGIVE THE URGENCY BUT HURRY UP AND WAIT.my heart has started to separate[/SIZE][/color][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color][/center] [/color][/b] I spoke firmly, “Lorelai Anchors. It’s, uh, nice to meet you.”[/b] I inwardly winced and sank back. Really, my social skills sucked. Instead, I focused on the hug I was pulled into. Now hugs, those I just happened to be spectacular at. I was a very affectionate person to those I was close to, and I felt much more at ease that way. I hugged her back tightly (which probably didn’t feel strong at all -- I was pretty weak) and when she pulled away, I smiled brightly. “Not so much,”[/b] I responded with a slight shrug, “I’m just not as good as I hoped I would be. I’ve kept up with my instruments, though. But you! I walk past the choir room a lot and hear you. You’re spectacular. You need to let me know when you guys have performances, so I can come and watch.”[/b] I offered the male she introduced as ‘Cameron’ a wave. “Hi.”[/b] Before I knew it, there was one of the Carmel High School kids addressing the bunch of us. I hated confrontation, so I took a few steps back behind Rachel. I sighed softly and watched the confrontation, daring to smile ever so slightly at Rachel’s comeback. She always had been bold. I blinked upon realizing that she had proceeded into the house and sped up to catch her, instinctively hooking my arm through hers to make sure we didn’t get separated. Nothing worse than me being alone at a party with alcohol. [/SIZE][/ul] oh, oh, be my baby [/SIZE][/color][/font] WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO LEAVE OR TAKE.
WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO MAKE YOUR OWN.i'll look after you[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
words. 433.
music. Look After You//The Fray
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Post by seth hall on Jul 13, 2010 17:04:09 GMT -5
 [ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your( favorite poison )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was never big on parties, but I liked people and I was sure that I’d find a friend or two there. So when I heard that this huge party was being thrown, I immediately decided to go check it out. I didn’t give a shit how I looked. I wasn’t going with the intentions to impress anyone, and probably wouldn’t end up staying too long. If I found a friend, I decided that it may be worth a shot, trying to persuade them to skip the party with me and hang out elsewhere, but really, I was just curious.
Dressed in my usual jeans and a t-shirt, I stepped out of the house and drove to Emily Jordan’s house. It was big, that much I knew. I was one of the poorer kids at school, despite the fact that we didn’t have a stunning amount of financial issues. Most of our funds went towards my sister’s treatment, anyways. She hadn’t been in that hospital for five months, now, and I was really excited about that. After all, the most important person in my life was my sister. She’s really precious, and didn’t deserve to have all these medical issues.
But, you know, at least she’s strong.
When I parked and stepped out of the car, I noticed that there already seemed to be some drama out on the front lawn. Typical Carmel High -- though, as I advanced closer, I noticed that not everyone was from Akron. A closer look told me that most of them were from McKinley, and I cocked an eyebrow. What were they doing there? I’d heard horror stories of the vicious nature between schools, but it seemed like most of the malicious behavior came from those from my own school (aside from a single action dealing with the slashing of tires, but I found that one funny).
The owner of the house, Emily, was the one initiating most of the rude comments. Of course, she was from Vocal Adrenaline. She seemed to point out one girl in particular and I trailed my gaze from her, to a blonde who retaliated, then to a rather short brunette. That, from what I had gathered, was Rachel Berry. Having a few friends in the Carmel High Glee Club, I’d been forced to listen countless times while this girl was the butt of the jokes. As far as I could see, she’d never done anyone harm, and yet she seemed to be the main focus of the jeers. I didn’t understand it. Hadn’t this been the girl that they ganged up on last year, too? With the eggs, yeah. I’d heard all about that one as well. Screwed over by Jesse St. James and then egged, for doing nothing at all.
Well, I wasn’t going to let them just piss around like that.
Stepping up, I rested a hand on Rachel’s shoulder and grinned up at Emily. I sucked at standing up for myself, but I wasn’t so bad when it came to others. “Jordan,” I piped up, nodding slightly in her direction, “you know I’m not one for confrontation, but you’re being a bit harsh, don’t you think? You don’t even know why they’re here. Hell, for all you know, they came here to congratulate you guys at winning Nationals! I mean, they are better sports than you guys ever will be.” I gathered up a bit more guts and continued. “Plus, haven’t you done enough? I mean, you guys won. Congrats. That’s nothing new, and yet you guys are still world class bitches. Yeah, even the guys, they’re bitches too. Really? You had to go and throw eggs at her?” I gave Rachel a bit of a shake to display who I was talking about. “Completely unnecessary! All you guys do is go around thinking you’re the shit, but when you shit around thinking you’re the shit for too long then you just spout off bull shit and I could go on and on about how full of shit you all are but that’d just be redundant, wouldn’t it?”
I dropped my hand from Rachel’s shoulder, smiling wider and pocketing my hands. “And, technically, they’re allowed to be here. I mean, I got the Facebook message myself, and nowhere did it read ‘no McKinley High students allowed‘. So they’re really not forbidden from being here. Now, go ahead inside and get drunk and find some guy to sleep with, just like all of you seem to do every time you have a party. Don’t forget the condom.”
Being mean, particularly to a girl, was completely out of character of me but I’d seen how these Vocal Adrenaline kids treated everyone else and figured that they needed a bit of sense slapped into them. If they beat me up later, well, at least I tried. I offered all of the McKinley students a nod and shrug, still smiling as I slipped a hand through my hair. Looking past them, I spotted my friend Renee (who was probably pissed at me for insulting Vocal Adrenaline as a whole, but as far as I could tell she was no exception, she just happened to be nicer to me) and nodded her way for a greeting.
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the smiths | music |
party kids, yo. | tagged |
seth grew a pair today. | notes |
t-shirt and jeans, nbd | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
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Post by emily jordan on Jul 14, 2010 2:14:22 GMT -5
 ----------------------------------------------------------- restless hearts sleep alone tonight.
I raised my eyebrows at the blonde girl, Quinn Fabray, who had just decided to give a 'comeback'. I just laughed lightly. "Clearly, darling, you must already be blind." Yeah, I didn't think I was stunning. But I'd had a few guys in my time, meaning I wasn't terrible. I rolled my eyes, looking at Puck who was stood beside her. "Then again, even if I am ugly, at least I know when to stop." I looked at Quinn's stomach. I knew she'd been pregnant and that it was Noah Puckerman's. I simply smiled at her. "Wouldn't want to get pregnant again now, would we?" I looked back at Puck and then at Rachel. So she'd now given a comeback. Her words had bored me, if anything. I rolled my eyes, pretending to yawn and then looking at the guy she'd come with. "Gee, what happened to Hudson?" I asked, staring at the boy for a second and then looking away.
I turned my head when Rachel walked into my house, glaring when her friend followed. I shook my head, looking towards where more people were showing up. I glared more at the car that had just parked, shaking my head when Seth walked out. No doubt he'd probably just whimper on back to his car when I glared at him. He better do. He annoyed me sometimes. I rolled my eyes and then listened to him say my last name. "Hall." I replied simply, not looking at him. I blinked when he said I was harsh, turning my head to look at him. "Oh, Hall, you do make me laugh on the inside. Clearly, what I said wasn't at all harsh. Just a little mean. You don't know anything of it, you've only just arrived." I stated, shaking my head. "As if I care about sports, Hall." I said simply. I didn't. I could care less if Carmel High came first or last in sports. As long as Vocal Adrenaline were better than McKinley High's glee club, I was happy. "If they had come to congratulate, why would they have been loitering on my porch, scaring away everyone else? Answer me that, Hall." I glared at him. He'd get a slap if he wasn't careful. I wouldn't be afraid to do it.
Hadn't we done enough? I was throwing a party for that. They'd just decided to come and mess it all up for me. Not to mention mess up my father's house. I smiled when he called us world class bitches. "Thanks for the compliment, Hall." I grinned and then rolled my eyes. "Actually, Hall, that's where you're wrong. I wasn't there at the time eggs were thrown. They make me feel sick." I said simply. "I wouldn't even risk throwing up for a chance to humiliate them." I nodded my head to the group that were still stood outside.
I laughed at him again, shaking my head. "Hall, sad little Hall. It's my father's house. Therefore I say who can and cannot come into it, got it?" I hissed. "And I didn't even sent McKinley High kids the invitation. They should simply get the message that they weren't welcome." I shrugged and then glared more than I'd ever glared before. He'd just called me a whore. I didn't sleep with a guy every party. I hardly even got drunk at parties anymore. Not my own, anyway. I stopped glaring, took a step closer to him and then sighed. "You know, Seth. I may not have an overprotective brother to beat you up, anymore, but I still have my friends. You really ought to watch what you say about me. My father doesn't take to kindly to people who call their daughter whores." I shrugged and then stepped away from him, bringing up my hand and slapping him across the face as hard as I could. I turned to Puck and Quinn. "Yeah, don't forget to use a condom. Again." I smiled.
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Post by rachel berry on Jul 16, 2010 11:34:15 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I smiled as Lorelai hugged me. Sometimes all you needed in life was a hug and a few encouraging words. I was sorry to hear that her singing career hadn't been going so well, when she was younger she had seemed like she had such raw and unleashed potential. But energy couldn't be created or destroyed, only transferred, and she had transferred this to instruments. It was great to hear she was still following a musical path, her ear for pitch and sound nearly paralleled mine. She would be a great addition for New Directions. And then she complemented me. I cast my line of eyesight down at the floor as she did. It was always great to hear someone thought you were spectacular. "You really think so? Thank you. I mean, I know I'm good but sometimes I'm the only person willing to admit it." I blushed slightly and was about to walk into the party I had come here for when someone started fighting with the Vocal Adrenaline girl. I turned round, trying not to yank Lorelai with me, and my jaw dropped a little when I saw who it was. A Carmel High student. And not just that, a male Carmel student. Guys almost never liked me. Come to think of it I was pretty sure I'd had more male attention in New Directions than I had ever had.
When he begun defending me, fighting my corner (especially about the incident that I refuse to refer to) my smile returned to my face. The more he went on, the wider it grew until I was positively beaming. I felt like saying 'Yeahhhh!' like I was in junior high still, but such an immature response wouldn't aid me in anyway. But hen he insulted her, I couldn't help myself. I laughed quietly and then bit my lip to stop myself from carrying on. When he nodded at me I waved my hand in a gesture similar to a wave and tamed my smile to a smaller, more innocent one. It was pretty show-stopping, even if I said so myself. I mouthed the words 'thank you' at him, hoping to be able to thank him properly later in the party, before turning once more to walk inside. I once again stopped when Emily replied, and I experienced a weird sensation of deja vu. But I wasn't one to not get wrapped up with drama, I was extremely dramatic myself.
I frowned when she spoke to me, lifting my chin high and giving off the impression I wasn't phased by anything she said (which I really wasn't). "Nothing happened to him. Unlike yourself and the majority of Carmel High School, I can actually be around a guy who is just my friend." I said smugly, about to say something to stick up for Quinn seeing as she had been there for me a lot over the summer, until she carried on speaking. I stayed quiet, intrigued as to what she had to say to this weird abnormality - a nice person from Akron. Scaring away everyone else? I was pretty sure everyone who was brave enough to come to such a nasty and mean-hearted person's house wouldn't be scared off by a few members of the opposing show choir, all of whom look as innocent as lambs (with the exception of Noah, I guess). I rolled my eyes when she said we couldn't come into the party. "I don't listen to people like you. Guys, I would strongly advise you follow me into this party." I said to them, nodding and then walking into the house with Lorelai on my arm, this time not stopping for anything or anyone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; nothing by no one!
word count; 616 w/out code (yay!)
outfit; white/black dress, purple shoes and purple purse!
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Post by cameron beckett on Jul 17, 2010 2:18:13 GMT -5
hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister
ON THE RADIO, STEREO, THE WAY YOU
move ain't fair, you know
Rachel took my arm as we walked up the path, which was a bit surprising, but I shrugged it off. From what I knew of her, she was a warm person so it made sense.
"I can't wait to introduce them to you. They're great, after all, I'm not friends with just anyone," she said.
I nodded. I was a little nervous, but overall excited. I needed to meet more people and I trusted Rachel’s judgement. She was definitely not the kind of person who would befriend the bitchy girl just for the sake of being part of the popular group, so I expected the same of her friends.
As soon as we reached the porch, Rachel was greeted by another girl. She released my arm and wrapped her arms around her in a friendly hug. I stood by and smiled, staring at the girl myself. Rachel gave a nod to another guy, then introduced me.
"Guys, this is Cameron. Cameron this is Puck, Quinn, Kurt and Lorelai.”
”Hi,” Lorelai replied.
"Hey. Nice to meet you all," I said with a smile, scanning over each of them.
Before another word could be said, a girl walked out onto the porch and I immediately sensed there was going to be trouble. She must have been a Carmel kid, obviously. I hoped things wouldn’t get out of hand. At least if they did I would have some back up; Kurt didn’t look like he would be very useful in a fight, but Puck could probably hold his own.
"A little far from your burrows, aren't we? Or the sty as Rachel Berry would call it. "You're poorness is stinking up my porch,” she said.
I wasn’t sure what I should do. My first instinct was to throw my own insult right back at her, but would that have been a good decision. I mean, she was a girl and disrespecting a girl, no matter how bitchy she was, really wasn’t my style.
“Yeah, well your ugly is ruining my ability to see clearly.” said Quinn.
I couldn’t contain my smirk. Catty-ness usually didn’t impress me, but there was something about the entire situation and the blonde that I found to be funny. It was clear that Quinn wasn’t going to let this other girl walk all over her.
"Excuse me, but I think they call what you're suffering with envy, and envy is a sin. You may not have been blessed with impeccable and flawless talent, but that does not give you a right to treat us so pretentiously,” Rachel added.
My smirk grew larger. Not catty in the typical sense, but then, I would expect nothing less from Rachel. The brunette began tearing into Quinn, criticizing her about her pregnancy. I’d heard rumors about it and I couldn’t help but feel bad for the blonde; being sixteen and pregnant couldn’t have been an easy thing and this brunette was taking a low blow.
"Gee, what happened to Hudson?" she asked Rachel, staring right at me.
I figured Hudson must have been the boyfriend Rachel spoke about. I hadn’t met him, Rachel hadn’t said too much about him, but things were getting even worse here. Why were girls so vicious to each other? Us guys? We usually just beat the crap out of each other and let that be the end of it.
"I don’t know what your damage is," I started. "Maybe you missed a few hugs when you were a kid. Maybe you have daddy issues. Either way, I doesn’t matter. One thing I do know is that girls like you are usually scared, that’s why you lash out at other people. So, whatever it is you’re afraid of, I suggest you get over it quickly, because it’s becoming old really fast.”
I didn’t want to say anything too harsh or resort to cursing at her since she was a girl and I was always taught to be the bigger man, but I felt that something needed to be said. That was when another boy appeared, one I didn’t know or at least one that Rachel hadn’t introduced me to. I figured he must have been a Carmel kid, too, but instead of backing up the brunette, he did what I least expected him to do and started to defend Rachel. When he was done with his spiel, he approached Rachel and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“And, technically, they’re allowed to be here. I mean, I got the Facebook message myself, and nowhere did it read ‘no McKinley High students allowed‘. So they’re really not forbidden from being here. Now, go ahead inside and get drunk and find some guy to sleep with, just like all of you seem to do every time you have a party. Don’t forget the condom.”
Yep, it seemed that parties in Lima weren’t all that different from parties everywhere else. I had a feeling that Rachel or Lorelai wouldn’t take him up on that offer, though. They didn’t seem the type to get drunk and sleep with some random guy at some random party.
"I don't listen to people like you. Guys, I would strongly advise you follow me into this party,” Rachel said.
It sounded like a plan to me. My instinct was to follow her anyway, since I didn’t know anybody else and I had come to the party with her. Lorelai wrapped an arm around Rachel’s and entered with her, and I followed closely behind, giving the other McKinley kids and rude brunette once last glance.
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