to suffer or not to suffer [alistair]

[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

It was a requirement, that's why Dane was doing it. She had to continue to remind herself of that simple fact with every time she went to the first line again and began to re-read a sonnet that she'd just fought her way through.

By no means was she awful at English, but it wasn't like math. It didn't fascinate her, she couldn't grasp it, and Dane was able to take away any joy from analyzing Sir Philip Sidney's sonnets and looking for the use of alliteration and personification like she would if she was tackling a sheet full of equations just waiting to be transposed and rounded. Usually, her complexion would be lit up in the library as she studied, but there was no smile on her face at the moment and her usually stunning deep blue eyes had fallen down a shade to more of an azure.

Wiggling a finger mindlessly through one of her kinkier hairs, Dane sighed with her back straight up against the chair, years of etiquette class to blame for her impeccable posture. She crossed her legs at her ankles beneath the table while tapping the end of her chewed pencil against the dusty page of the huge English anthology at metronome.

Alas, have I not pain enough; my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire
Than did on him who first stole down the fire,
While Love on me doth all his quiver spend,

What was Sir Sidney trying to say? Dane groaned, more audibly than she meant to in front of the book, her thin eyebrows frowning over her face. If she was alive back when Sidney roamed the Earth, which she imagined was the same time as the dinosaurs, she would not help him fill out his taxes. Dane had a bad habit of treating everyone like they were made of sugar, spice, and everything nice, but she would make an exception with Sir Philip Sidney. He was a brutal, angry, bored, and terrible man in her frustrated mind.

"talking looks like this. k ??"

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 342. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Alistair. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[ALISTAIR JAMES WALKER]

The computer labs were always where Alistair felt the most at home. Besides his dorm of course, where he usually had his laptop permanently attached to his hands. When he had to venture out of the dorm for longer than an hour, when not for class, Alistair preferred it to be near a computer. It was like a security blanket for the awkward kid. One he felt anxious and naked without. Alistair didn’t try to explain his obsession with the computer to many people. They wouldn’t understand the whole online friend thing, or that he liked escaping in the fake worlds of gaming and RPG. The amount of times Al had heard ‘why don’t you just live in the real world, instead of playing it out in a pretend one’ he almost had the speech word for word. It was always the same, so he just stopped telling most people about his hobbies, unless he got close enough to know they wouldn’t judge him.

Alistair frowned slightly. He had spend most of his afternoon in a group meeting about the English-Lit assignment. The blonde hated it when they studied plays in English. It meant they had to do horrid things like act out scenes. The idea gave him shivers. While the boy had to admit he liked the play, Noel Coward was actually pretty witty, he did not want to act out any of the scenes. Especially considering his assigned group was full of kids that Alistair would never really associate with. A blonde girl in particular who kept saying stupid things like ‘I don’t get it..’ and ‘But.. why?’ It was as though she felt personally felt responsible for matching up to the blonde stereotype. The rest just didn’t show much of an interest at all in doing the assignment. Grades were important to the bo, it frustrated and upset him when his marks were reliant on other people who weren’t as committed.

At the end of the meeting, Al had offered to type up the notes they had made (because let’s face it, who else would?) and left rather quickly. He needed to get away as fast as possible to ease his mind. If he spent to long with those people, surely his brain would melt out his ears. The boy wanted to get the notes typed up as quickly as possible, so he could spend the rest of the day doing things he liked. However he knew that in his dorm there were far too many distractions. Since he was already in the library, it seemed logical that he head up to the labs to type up the notes. Balancing all his papers and books in his arms, Alistair made his way carefully up to the labs. Frowning, he pressed against the door with his elbow to get inside. All was going to plan, until his shirt got caught on the door knob, causing him to trip. His belongings flying everywhere.

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[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

Patience was wearing thin with Dane. She felt her blood boiling for the English assignment and she felt as if she was literally moments away from just throwing her book across the computer lab and resorting to using Spark Notes, which always felt like an easy way out to the the study bug.

As Dane mentally argued with her Lit Professor and stared down at the words on the page, all the small black type blending together into one blurry bumble, an obvious 'crash' filled the air around her followed by a sharp pang of chaos, causing everyone near her to look up as well as herself. Her blue eyes pierced through the room and stared straight at her friend, a study partner in crime, Alistair.

She was up and rushing for him within nanoseconds, leaving behind her open English anthology, papers, and mechanical pencils. Dane had a desperate desire to flee for work anyway, but she also was overwhelmed with the need to lend her friend a hand. Ever since pre-school Dane was borderline nosy with the way she liked to help others.

Tucking her gold coloured tresses behind her pierced ears as if it would be a hazard otherwise, Dane dropped to her knees, shifting the skirt of her dress around her like a discreet cake topper and started to organize some of his fallen belongings into a pile by her bare knees.

"Are you alright, Alistair?" She asked, her voice rich with sincerity as if she was The Blue Fairy from storybooks or someone's conscience. Dane's eyes fluttered as they looked up to study Alistair's disposition, making sure he wasn't terribly embarrassed like she knew she would be if the roles were reversed. "You should have told me you were carrying so much, I'd have helped you." Pressing one palm onto the most likely very dirty floor, Dane explained, and then gathered his things into her hand to hug them into her chest, waiting for Alistair. “I have a little spot in the back corner, do you want to study with me?” She asked, hoping he would say 'yes'. With Alistair, she could focus on her first love, 'math', and just tuck English away for the rest of the afternoon. Not to mention, he was a good friend and she very simply enjoyed him as company.

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[ALISTAIR JAMES WALKER]

Alistair felt his cheeks heat up as he fell. How completely embarrassing. He wasn’t usually a clumsy person. However that could be in part to the fact he barely ever put himself in situations that led to falling. Al wasn’t exactly one to be overly physical. Unless it came to the exertion needed to play a video game. Then he was cool with it. Anything else, you’d be lucky if you got him out of the house, let alone do something like go for a walk or play sports. It was just the way he was, and frankly he didn’t care for those who thought differently of him for his lack of physical prowess. Of course, it was annoying when people teased him. He knew that some of the bulkier, more popular guys thought he was a ‘faggy little dweeb’ or whatever, and that got to him. But he tried to brush any insults off.

Swearing softly under his breath, Alistair stayed in place for a moment. Assessing the damage. Nothing seemed damaged. Externally at least. No broken bones, he didn’t feel any bruises. The boy wasn’t sure about his shirt though. When he had tripped, he has thought he heard a rip. Slowly sitting up, so as to not cause any extra dizziness, Alistair glanced down at his clothes. The blonde was inspecting his shirt when he heard the voice of his friend. Jumping slightly, he looked up. Look of shock on his features. He was completely shocked to see her. Or well, he looked shocked- which wasn’t unusual for Alistair. He often looked rather shocked even when he wasn’t. “Yeah yeah..” He shook his head slowly, brushing the stunned look on his features. “I’m fine. My ego may not be, but I am.” He added a little bitter.

Going to collect his thing, Al noticed that she had already done it for him. Smiling at her, he felt himself blush. This time not out of embarrassment, but at her kindness. “T-thanks..” he stammered a little. Though they were friends, the boy always felt so awkward around her. She was a pretty girl.. and he was kind of a dork. So of course awkwardness happened. Getting to his feet, he moved to take his things from her. She shouldn’t have to hold his stuff for him. “Study with you?” he repeated the question, sheepish smile on his features. He paused for a moment, muscle twitching in his fingers. Part of him wanted to get his English done as much as possible, and go back to his dorm. But he should be spending his time with real people.. Or at least that’s what he was always told. “Uhm, Sure... I’d love to..”

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[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

“Please,” Dane giggled like a child closer to the age of six than her actual eighteen. “How could your ego be damaged?” First off, Dane didn’t think Alistair had much of an ego, even though he did have many things that she thought he should be boastful over or more proud of. “You’re smarter than everyone in the library.” She thought it was the truth, but she also hoped it would cheer him up. Anyone human would be embarrassed after bringing so much attention to themselves due to an accident like the one Alistair had just displayed.
Studying Alistair as he sat up, the color in his cheeks, Dane wondered how cold it was outside and hoped that she’d be able to keep warm. Her terrible affinity for small dresses and little sweaters wasn’t helpful when it came to the vicious winds that Philadelphia could produce. She had never been to Chicago before, but she imagined that it was nowhere near as windy as Philadelphia could get. It’s nickname should really undergo a change, or so she figured.
“Oh, Good!” Joyfully, as if Alistair just promised to buy her a pet bunny rabbit, Dane’s smile brightened and she clasped both hands together before spinning around, her white dress fanning out at the moment as she did. “Just follow me. I grabbed one of the quieter areas.” Which was how Dane liked it because her mind could scream loud enough at her that she didn’t need the hustle and bustle from everyone else and the noise they could make to distract her anymore. Alistair was a welcomed distraction for her, though. He was one of her few younger friends, but she found him to be awfully mature for his age. There were plenty of guys older than them both that lacked the wisdom and maturity that Alistair had in spades. Mostly, though, Dane just enjoyed his company.
“So, pre fall, how was your day going?” Glancing behind her, her hair sashaying against her neck, she asked him with her eyes popped wide as she weaved them through a couple of tables and then sat down in front of all her books that had been left splayed out on its surface. “Anything exciting happen?” Patting down her dress under her bum, Dane returned to her seat.

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 384. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Alistair. this picture of perfection is totally complete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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