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Post by sylent on Feb 6, 2011 10:34:05 GMT -7
 I’VE JUST SEEN A FACE I CAN’T FORGETthe time or place where we just met[/font] • • • • • • • • • • • ISKANDER AZIZI ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Compared to what she could usually be found wearing Sylent was rather underdressed. There were no bright colors and overabundance of accessories, just something more simple and to the point. A pair of faded skinny jeans covered her twig like legs, covered in her brother’s drawing like every pair of pants that she owned. Snow white and all seven dwarves were on her left leg, minus Grumpy who was half drawn. Mowgli was dancing on the other leg, along with Stitch in a sandbox and a faded Mickey Mouse. There wasn’t a single pair of pants that weren’t covered in Justice’s drawings. A moustache necklace was around her neck, the only accessory that she had, and her shirt was a grey floral top, one of those ones what only had one sleeve, and under it was a white tank top. Purple boots were on her feet and she had an old sweater her grandmother made for her mother years ago. She was cold, it was warm, deal with it. Her make up was her usual smoky eyes and gloss, her hair left down with loose waves from having braided it earlier that day. It wasn’t that she felt a need to look good for whoever she ended up being matched with, she just hadn’t been feeling the vibrant colors that she usually wore. After throwing up for most of the morning she hadn’t really felt like trying, so here she was not bothering to change out of the clothes that she had on at school.
Walking to the pizza place didn’t bother her at all. It was only about ten minutes away and it wasn’t all that cold out in her knit-with-love sweater. She usually didn’t like wearing animal by-products, her parents’ doing, but this didn’t really bother her. It was just wool and sheering sheep wasn’t harmful to them unless the person was a psycho. Her parents had really made things difficult for her when it came to diet and clothing. Being strict vegan had been drilled into her head so strongly that the thought of meat made her nauseated, let alone actually eating it. That was why she wasn’t really looking forward to the food aspect of this whole date thing. She had never been to that particular pizza place so she had no idea what to expect. She doubted that she would even be able to eat anything there, but she would have to see when she arrived. She listened to her iPod as she walked, wrapping the headphones around itself and pocketing it when she got there. First order of business was to bombard an employee with questions on their vegetarian friendly meal, asking one of the supervisors about three dozen questions before getting some food and going to the table on the little slip of paper. “1 – 5 – 4:45” So, Sylent sat down at the assigned table with her vegan friendly pizza, trying her best to ignore the smell of pepperoni and pork and ham and waited. She wasn’t too worried about who she would end up being paired with, since she tried to know at least a few basic details about everyone in the school.
words: 531
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: the beatles, i’ve just seen a face
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Post by Iskander Rafel Azizi on Feb 6, 2011 17:29:52 GMT -7
Do. Not. Want.
That was the first thing Iskander thought, when he heard the news. Though that was well before Valentines and well before incidents had left him very grumpy, moderately depressed, and hell-bent on making a model Jerusalem out of lego. He was licking his wounds, so to speak. But no one could lick their wounds forever, so Iskander would just let them scar. He'd show up, and why not? He scared more than half of the school population, was friends with a few, the rsor kids knew who he was, he didn't know many of the lowerclassmen...what was the harm?
He stepped over his massive dog to get to the door, throwing on his typical black jacket, and lacing up his rather beat-up runners. He looked the same as usual, really. Maybe a bit grumpier, but the same as usual. A sultan from a lost era, now living in a home that sat in the grey area between middle and lower class Riverdale. This normally didn't upset Saladin, but...eh. Too much crap was going on. He glanced down at his slip of paper was he walked, recalling what it meant and heading for the pizza palace. Table five. Eat pizza. Go home. Maybe he'd be lucky and it'd be someone he would know. Knowing his luck just now, he'd end up across a table from Leila, Raven or Hayden. Hayden would be funny. He'd enjoy making the kid squirm for a bit and go home to build his Jerusalem. His. He couldn't have the real thing anymore, in fact, his kingdom crumbled and the last semi-stable portion of it, Egypt, was in a well-justified revolution; that didn't make him feel much better, though. Why couldn't things have gone right for once? This life was a mess. This era was a mess, what happened to a time when his lands led people? Nevermind that, what happened to a time when Jennah cared?
And nevermind that. Really. The scents and sounds and bright lights of the pizza place took a little bit of precedence as he tried to find the imfamous table number five. It was a couple minutes before the designated time, but table five was already occupied. Well, at least it was someone he knew, and it seemed that if fate couldn't pair him with Hayden it would choose his girlfriend. "Hi." It came out as more of a terse grumble than he meant it to be. He didn't have anything against Sylent, really. He looked down at the menu as he said so. A cheese pizza seemed in order. Ham was a no-go, obviously, and it would be rude to eat some other meats with Sylent around in his opinion. On the other side, he wasn't much a fan of vegetarian pizzas, so...cheese. Classic staple. Looking back up at her, he did his best to make conversation as he leant back a little. "Anything interesting going on?"
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tagged| Sylent / Dee
notes| Nope.
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Post by sylent on Feb 12, 2011 0:46:04 GMT -7
I’VE JUST SEEN A FACE I CAN’T FORGETthe time or place where we just met [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • ISKANDER AZIZI ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] The farther into her pregnancy she got the more Sylent’s typical curiosity started to eat at her. Out of all of the time she had spent with Hayden not once had he ever talked about his family and that concerned her. What reason did he have to hide? Mind you, she had to hide the fact that she was a reincarnation of a famous journalist but that was different. That was someone that would make her sound out of hr mind if she came clean. She doubted that Hayden’s family situation was like that, so she wanted, no she needed to know the truth. If she was going to have his babies she needed to know what she was getting herself into after all, and since he wouldn’t tell her she would have to resort to desperate measures. Oh Internet, how Sylent loves you. The Internet made her love for journalism so much easier and she new a dozen and a half websites that would help her in her search for the truth. That was saved for when she got home from this date though, and until then her curiosity would have to be set aside. Assuming that that was even possible of course. Well, she supposed she could focus on the mystery of who her date would be. At least it was keeping her mind off of the food that surrounded her.
Until Iskander walked up Sylent’s big blue eyes had been watching the people around her, as was her habit. People watching was more like a life style for her and she was damn good at it too. After all, she lived and breathed for being able to get facts, and part of that meant being able to read body language and the like. So of course when Iskander approached she could see that something was wrong. It immediately started eating at her, wanting to ask what was wrong but not wanting to jump right into his personal life. Besides, she had only really talked to Iskander when in a group and while she felt like they got along it was still far too early for that. She gave him a friendly smile as he grumbled a hello, biting back her desperate need to ask what was wrong and instead greeting him as she usually would. “Evening,”
[/color] came her reply, not as chipper as usual but still rather upbeat. “Nothing too exciting, unless holding a ball of yarn as my grandmother knits counts,”[/color] she joked light heartedly. “How about you?”[/color] she inquired, this time her tone more sympathetic. [/justify][/blockquote] words: 430 outfit: clicky! lyrics: the beatles, i’ve just seen a face notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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