the first day of the end ;; dane and open

[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

Matthew Ethan Williams dragged his feet up the stairs as he headed for his chemistry class. Yesterday had been tiresome and all he just wanted to do today was fall asleep on his feet. He resembled much of a zombie right now; and watching Supernatural the night before only added more weight to his steps. He felt lightheaded, like he'd been raised from the grave, his stomach was growling too. Yes, very much like a dead person walking. Did I mention it was 6:45 in the morning? Yeah. What kind of professor teaches students that early? Like motherchucker! Or rather, why had he been given this schedule?

It was well into the second week of the second semester when he'd moved here and lucky he'd still been admitted. The admin office had tried their best to find any unfilled slots for the semester and had fitted it into his schedule as best as they could that it had all went copperboom! Just wow. It was either that or he had to wait another half-year before he started studying again. Of course he'd chosen the first option. He needed to be continuously moving else face the inner turmoils of his everpumpedup brain. Being AWOL for one whole semester wasn't exactly going to make him avoid that.

So here he was, after abruptly leaving his home for reasons he wished to forget, he'd went straight to the admin office, got his papers ready and had gone to his dormitory full of energy... which were used up eventually. When was the last time he'd slept? Right, two days ago. It was surprising that he could still walk. It was like his body was on auto mode, he wasn't really controlling much of his actions. It was routinary and out of habit back in his old university. This new place wasn't that different, only more extravagant, not that he had anything to say about money.

Leaning his body on the wall for a bit, he took a glance at his watch and read 7:10. Ah, yes, 7:10. My class is in.. Oh shit! How long had it taken him to climb to the second floor? Even though his mind was racing, his body wasn't exactly reacting as fast. He straightened himself ever so slowly, took another look at his schedule and scanned the hallway. A few doors down would be his room, officially marking the start of his first day of freedom.

It wasn't really going well as he'd plan.

words; 416.
notes; woot. after a long hiatus. im rping again!
credit; credit to CLAIRE BEAR ?! via caution two point oh

[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

You would have thought that it was late afternoon, Dane looked wide awake as she sat perched at her lab counter, perched on the stool with her legs crossed at the ankles and hands resting on the closed textbook that she'd placed on the cold and hard wooden surface. A smile sat on her face as she watched the people around her, chatting excitedly about Lord only knows, after all they were in a chemistry lab, it wasn't the most thrilling place to be. She was surprised, though, how many faces she didn't actually recognize. Then again, most of the kids she attended high school with were of the artistic variety and probably found little to no interest whatsoever in science classes.

Reaching down, really having to stretch due to being so short, Dane tucked her tan leather backpacked underneath her stool completely, pulling at her blue sweater as she did so it wouldn't reveal anything and then looked back up, light brown hair spraying every which way as she did, and spotted her professor coming to the chalk board at the front of the class, reaching for a piece of dusty white chalk as she did.

Class was seconds away from beginning and there she was without a partner. Internally pouting, Dane wondered if she had food in her teeth or if her breakfast cheerios had an undeniably stench on her breath. She was half inspired to lean down and check under her arms if she smelt ripe, but she could remember rolling deodorant on that morning.

Hoping that before this week was up someone would take her as a lab partner, Dane shook any thoughts of insecurity from her head and uncapped the black ball point pen she had ready on the counter and flipped open to the first page of her spiral bound notebook, writing the date neatly in the corner by the top.

The whole classes attention, including her's, was brought to the door by the wall closest to her as the sound of heavy feet running could be heard on the other side. It almost sounded like somebody was being chased by a herd of wildebeests or something of the like. The noise was coming closer and closer and while everyone else looked annoyed or terrified of the interruption, Dane was hopeful that it was someone who wouldn't be able to smell the cereal on her breath and had a strange love for dissecting animal organs.

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 482. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to matthew. 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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[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

Then he ran like hell, something he would soon regret. He had no energy left for fuck's sake! Why was he running? His eyes had been drooping and were near shutting themselves down a second ago, and now, from nowhere obviously, energy filled his every muscle and bone and he ran through the hallway, his sneakers screeching on the polished floors as he came to a halt to the door to his laboratory room. His ears cringed from the sharp sound and he swallowed a curse from escaping his throat.

Slowly, he reached for the knob and took a deep breathe. A trickle of sweat was starting to form on his head and he wiped those away. He shifted his shoulder bag with his right hand, carrying it only on one shoulder and again, reached for the doorknob. He gulped but his throat was dry, from thirst. If he'd been all too excited yesterday, to undead and hungry this morning, his hand now shook nervously. How could one go through such exhausting states and still come out awake. He didn't know.

He took another deep breathe and tried relaxing himself, failing at it completely.

He could almost hear his heart beating. His ears were throbbing. Why had it suddenly grown so silent? He hadn't took notice of it before but now, there was an eerie quiet going round the hallway and in the other rooms as well. Almost as if someone or alot of someones were expecting -- or dreading -- something to happen. Matt's eyes grew bigger and paid more attention. Deep inside, his body craved a soft bed and sleep but his mind was stronger. Mind over matter. Yes, mind over matter, maybe he wouldn't be as nervous as he was if his mind too over.

Taking the last breathe, hoping it wouldn't literally be the last for him, he reached for the doorknob and turned the door open. Bright lights greeted him and he closed his eyes to protect them from the glare. The sun was starting to get brighter.

What seemed to have been a couple of minutes translated only to a few seconds.

words; 358.
notes; wow. cody is /the/ academic example. lol
credit; credit to CLAIRE BEAR ?! via caution two point oh

[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

Finally, the boy broke into her chemistry class, ceasing the wild noise from outside and bringing himself in late and interrupting the teacher's first couple comments about today's lesson. Where as the rest of the class stared back at him with fully dilated eyes, Dane tried to resist looking. It finally hit her that she didn't want a lab partner who was tardy and who made that much noise when they ran. However, it would beat being completely alone for the semester...wait, what was she saying? She needed to pass this course and she would have to rely on a partner to keep up their end of the bargain.

It was too much. Curiosity grabbed a hold of Dane's constantly churning mind and she very slowly joined the rest of her classmates in turning around to see the boy who had just entered the classroom, her chin hooking over the other side of her blue sweater clad shoulder as all of her golden brown hair brushed over her back.

The first thing she noticed about him was that he looked extremely tired. Actually, that was putting it very mildly. He appeared exhausted and, to Dane, he looked rather stressed yet he'd only been in the classroom for a few seconds and the lesson had yet to begin. Perhaps, he was an overachieving worry bird like herself who was prone to freaking out over the slightest mistake on a paper.

As she turned her head back around to face the front, she nodded at the vacant stool next to her as she locked her blue eyes into his brown ones for a brief moment. He was welcome to sit there, she would would make the most of it. In fact, Dane would make sure they both passed at the top of their class. Maybe, he was late because he was out doing something incredibly impressive and wise. For all Dane knew he had been stuck in traffic on his way back from a seminar on Achimedes' Principle of Buoyancy. Until she found out otherwise that was what Dane was choosing to believe. She scooted her stool closer to her lab table and waited for him to occupy the spot by her side, already flexing her smile over her face in preparation for introductions.

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 382. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to matthew. 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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[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

The lights in the room were brighter than those on the hallway. When his eyes had finally adjusted, he looked towards the windows and dismissed his earlier assumption, the sun was far from being bright. The sky showed a relaxing color of light blue as the sun lazily woke from its slumber. On other days, it would have been nice to just look up and stare in awe but today was not one of such days.

Realizing where he was and what he was in, his head turned slowly towards the others as they stared at him with more surprise than curiosity. He tried ignoring the looks he were getting but completely failed at it. He found himself looking into each person's eyes and hated every second. It's not like he hated attention, but the reason behind the attention Matt was getting wasn't exactly something he could be proud of.

Someone cleared their throats from the front and all eyes went darting back to the boards, like as if nothing had happened. Matt followed suit and looked at the professor, walking into the room completely and closing the door with the utmost care.

He opened his mouth to speak but the teacher beat him to it.

"I believe you to be Mr. Williams, correct me if I'm wrong, but of course I'm not," her voice was old and raspy but contained more ice than necessary. She stood ramrod straight, maybe about 5 feet 5 with an air of confidence about her; like everything she did, say, or whatever was never wrong. She was ancient. "Tardiness in this class will not be tolerated. I expect you to be here 7am sharp. Now, sit down."

Matt could only nod at her expecting glare before she turned around to proceed with the lesson. His eyes scanned the whole room and found 5 empty chairs, 2 pairs were at the back and 1 was on the second row, beside a girl who had not looked at him like the others had did. She'd taken her time before swiftly glancing at him, eyes scrutinizing, trying to make up her mind about something, before she turned her head back, nodding to the chair beside her as she did.

It was either be alone for the whole semester or sit beside an obvious straight A's student.

He would have picked alone. Really. But science classes needed lab partners for obvious reasons and he knew that all too well. Silently praying he wouldn't regret his chosen option, though there wasn't really any, he walked to the stool beside the girl and placed his bag on the table, his head dropping onto it as he sat down.

He couldn't help groaning and sighing at the same time.

words; 460.
notes; Me has blue eyes.
credit; credit to CLAIRE BEAR ?! via caution two point oh

[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

Just as Dane assumed that he would, the exhausted boy slid over towards her spot and took a seat right next to her and, as if there weren’t any muscles in his body, dropped his bag down followed by his head, to rest.
On one hand, she was thrilled to actually have a partner, but on the other, Dane disapproved. She fully understood that not everyone was like her and could prioritize how she did, but the fact that he came to class (late, at that) and was using the top of their desk as a hard and oversized pillow actually made her bones tighten to her skin and her blue eyes squint down narrowly at the back of his bed head.
Dane had an unfortunate habit of being concerned for others, all others, even if she didn’t know the first thing about them, so of course, her heart ached and she worried that he would fail this class before it even began, but she also feared that he would cause her grade to fall. She had maintained a very high score average and GPA over the years, and some boy who couldn’t manage to come to class on time was not allowed to bring it down. At least, Dane didn’t think so.
Sighing, mostly to herself, she looked away from him and flipped open her notebook to begin write it her cute and curly handwriting, looking up at the board every other second. However, her partner never left her mind. So finally, she glanced over, her elbows balancing off the edge of the counter, and whispered quietly towards his ear that was facing her, “Do you want me to photocopy notes for you?” She asked. It was his responsibility, but Dane couldn’t help herself. For lack of a better term, she was a giver through and through. “Because I can.” Her buttery accent that reeked of the South assured him.
She didn’t even know if he was listening to her. For all Dane knew he could have already been fast asleep, drooling on the table, and dreaming of topless girls running around Emerson Academy campus. Or, maybe, quite possibly, he was dead. He ran loud enough to kill himself. Dane kept that concerned thought to herself, though.

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[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

Matthew felt someone staring piercingly into the back of his neck as he momentarily forgot where he was. He'd involuntarily placed the bag onto the table and proceeded to laying his head on it, an action he'd had no control over. He was that tired.

He was near dropping into deep sleep, one which he was sure he would not wake hours up from, when someone whispered ever so quietly towards him, below the teacher's radar. He understood nothing of course, he wasn't really listening, just hearing. The words all sounded mumbled and jumbled, like in slow motion. Like it was more of an incantation. Like someone summoning something God-knows-what. Like. Like.

Like he should start working on his mind over matter resolution. Okay.

He turned his head to the side from where the mumbled whisper had come from and tried opening his heavy lidded eyes. He managed a few millimeters, enough for him to see who was talking to him. It was the girl from earlier, the one he'd taken a seat beside. Had he forgotten that much already, or was his brain shutting down, welcoming sleep with wide open arms.

He noticed that she had blue eyes, piercing at the very least, both of which were staring back into his half-opened ones. He looked at her blankly, wondering what she was looking at and studied her expression. Her lips were closed in a fine line, her hair had no piece out of place, her cheeks were a little red, and her whole face showed a little concern, over her grades, probably, and the fact that she now had a half-dead lab partner. Or was Matt wrong about the last part. Maybe she already had one, either late, or absent. He hoped for the former choice, so that he wouldn't be the last person to be engraved into the professor's head, but then he hoped for anything. He could try out working on stuff alone, with no one expecting you to have an output by tomorrow. At least he'd have his time to himself.

"You... lab partner?" He tried speaking, voice raspier than usual. He didn't even make sense to himself. He cleared his throat and lifted himself from the table with his elbows to a slouched form. He then stretched his arms a bit to the side, not upwards, in case the instructor thought he was raising his hands, and turned from side to side on his hips, before sitting in a straighter position and looked at his seatmate again. "You have a lab partner?"

His brain chanted mind-over-matter over and over.

words; 434.
notes; none as of the moment.
credit; credit to CLAIRE BEAR ?! via caution two point oh