* solitary in the library , {angelique, open}

[lawrence blake valentine]

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{ IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, I HAVE ONLY ONE WISH }
“let there be shining light in the starless sky.”

Lawrence hated being at home. The house was usually empty, which he liked, but even then there were the perpetual reminders of his parents’ repulsive existence. He couldn’t stand so much as thinking about the two of them, and in the presence of so many of their belongings, keeping thoughts of his mother and father from forcing themselves into his head was difficult. Worse yet, his mother had decided to come crawling home for once. Marie Antoinette Valentine had not, of course, come home to check on her two sons; no, she was only home for a shower, a change of clothes, and to pretty herself up for her next date. As a florist, even owning her own shop, she was not often working. Most of the time she spent away from home was out with an assortment of other men. Lawrence’s father was always working at the hospital, so he never noticed his wife was cheating on him dozens upon dozens of times. Both of them were despicable. Lawrence wanted absolutely nothing to do with either of them. And so, he chose to spend as much time as possible away from the house and those two vile creatures.

With his black messenger bag slung over his shoulder, Lawrence made his way towards the front set of doors of the library. As a college student, he had plenty of school work he could have been doing, and several books he wanted to finish reading. The library seemed like an ideal place for this. It was also fairly warm outside, which Lawrence absolutely hated, and it was becoming nearly unbearable in his current attire. It was not very smart, being out while dressed in black slacks, a lacey button down shirt, and a blue tuxedo jacket while it was so hot. He hated living in Florida precisely for this reason. It was hard to dress in the clothes he loved to wear so much. Of course, he wore them anyway. Heels clicking softly on the concrete, Lawrence pulled open the door and made his way into the building.

The blonde was immediately greeted by the welcoming, musty smell of old books. It was much better than the nasty stench of his mother’s perfume that perpetually permeated throughout the house. He breathed in a deep breath, immediately becoming relaxed. Remaining home in the presence of his mother had begun to trigger his difficult to manage anger. But now, it quickly dissipated. He ambled slowly towards the back of the library, searching for an empty table where he could sit and attempt to get some work done. To his slight irritation, the library was actually quite crowded. Most of the tables already sat two or three people each. Lawrence wanted to avoid people, if possible. Of course, if he was forced to sit which people, toying with them was always a delightful option.

To his relief, there was an open table in the back. He briskly walked over to the empty table, set his bag down on top, and took a seat. The air conditioning in the library felt nice. He leaned back for a moment and ran a hand through his dark blonde hair, being careful not to hit the rose clipped into the longish locks. One of his dangling earrings jingled softly with the motion. Then he opened up the bag and began sifting through for his notebook and a pen.

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TAGGED: open, angelique lee
WORDS: five-seven-zero
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: rokutousei no yoru - aimer
NOTES: merp

[angelique lee]

Angelique dove into the library, desperate to find refuge from the blistering sun that blazed above. To be quite honest, she had not intended to go to the library at all; in fact, she had been purposefully walking to the cafe, where an ice-cold frappe and free Wi-Fi awaited her. However, her intentions were clearly not well-thought out. Despite having lived in Miami for half her life, Angelique had not been prepared for the scalding heat. It was unusually hot, even for Miami.

She paused in the doorway, enjoying the blast of air conditioning that hit her, until another visitor to the library muttered irritably for her to get out of the way. Apologizing, Angelique moved to the side, allowing the person to pass. Angelique paused, then she began to walk off towards the back of the library. At least I can use the internet here, she thought ruefully. I'll just have to forgo the cold drink.

As Angelique approached the back, she realized that many of the tables were full. Remembering that it was a weekday, when many students filled the library to study, she stopped and surveyed the area with distaste. She preferred sitting at a table alone; after all, she would feel less self-conscious and more likely to work on her paper. Fiddling with the golden handbag and matching laptop case in her hand, Angelique spotted a table that contained only a boy roughly her age. Across from him was a vacant chair.

Sighing inwardly, and wondering briefly if her venture out in the Miami sun had melted her heavy eye-makeup, Angelique walked purposefully toward the boy's table. She eyed the rose in the boy's hair, then cleared her throat.

"Pardon me, but is that seat taken?" Angelique asked, then abashedly added, "There seems to be a shortage of unoccupied seats here."

N O T E S * Much shorter than your post... Sorry haha.;;
W O R D S * 317;;
W E A R I N G * Right here ;;
M U S I C * ずるいよ・・・ (No Shape of Love) by Milky Bunny;;
T A G G E D * Lawrence Valentine, open;;
L Y R I C S * Sober by Loreen;;

[lawrence blake valentine]

★

{ IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, I HAVE ONLY ONE WISH }
“let there be shining light in the starless sky.”

While rummaging through his bag for a pen and his notebook, Lawrence had failed to notice the person approach the table at which he sat. He was usually fairly observant. He blamed it on the heat. It wasn’t until the girl spoke that he noticed her. “Pardon me, but is that seat taken? There seems to be a shortage of unoccupied seats here.” Jumping slightly at the sudden intrusion on his solitude, Lawrence paused in his rummaging and peered up, locks of dark blonde hair falling over his right eye. The other silvery gray orb gave her a once-over. Taking in her dark eye makeup (which she wore way too much of, even in Lawrence’s opinion) and black and leopard printed clothing, he decided on her personality in a mere few seconds. Probably a flashy person. Most likely stuck up and snobbish. Before he even talked to her, he decided he didn’t like her. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t toy with her, now did it? All the more reason to do so, in fact.

Flashing a polite smile, which still managed to possess a darker edge to it, he replied, “Oh, it isn’t taken. By all means, please take a seat.” The tone of his voice sounded so sincere Lawrence wanted to laugh. Years of drama club had really paid off. Lawrence had always been good and acting (and using that art in order to deceive plenty of people) but when his brother made him join drama club, he learned so much more and sharpened his abilities. His skills of deception had reached an expert level. It was almost frightening how well he could lie, fake his personality, and trick people into doing what he wanted.

Lawrence had originally been planning to work on a paper, but that would have to wait. He couldn’t mess with the girl if he was busy working, now could he? So he began rambling on, making small talk, hoping she would play along. “It is fairly crowded in here today. It’s the beginning of the school year, after all—students doing their papers and trying to escape the heat.” He momentarily returned to rummaging around in his black messenger bag, and finally located the notebook he had been searching for. He unzipped one of the inside pockets and retrieved a pen. After he set them both on the table, he put the bag down gently on the floor beside his chair. He flipped open the notebook, skimming through it, but made no move to actually read or write anything.

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TAGGED: open, angelique lee
WORDS: four-two-six
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: rokutousei no yoru - aimer
NOTES: i think i write too much

[angelique lee]

"Oh, it isn't taken. By all means, please take a seat." At the boy's words, Angelique hesitated briefly, noting his seemingly genuine sincerity, before taking a seat. Casually smoothing her leopard-print skirt, she crossed her legs and placed her laptop case carefully on the worn table. Angelique took in the other table occupant's attire with a glance, noting the the azure tuxedo jacket (How the hell, she mused, does he walk around in this weather like that?) and polite, yet edged smile that adorned his face. This once-over took but a split second, after which she said quickly: "Thank you."

Assuming that the conversation was over, Angelique slid her laptop out from the reptile skin case onto the table. She flicked it open and tapped the power button lightly. However, it seemed that the boy had only paused before proceeding to attempt to engage Angelique in an extended conversation. "It is fairly crowded in here today. It’s the beginning of the school year, after all—students doing their papers and trying to escape the heat." Starting a little inwardly, Angelique's gaze flicked towards the boy. He was flipping through a notebook, but didn't appear to be quite so engaged.

Without acknowledging the boy's comment, Angelique's eyes returned to her laptop, observing the load-up screen. Through her face remained neutral, her rapidly tapping fingers gave away her impatience. Her long, rhinestone and cabochon-covered nails made a distinct clicking noise on the oak wood, which would have been otherwise irritating to her coming from anyone else. Angelique wondered if it would be rude to end the conversation right then and there without answering the boy. Deciding it most definitely was, she gave a small smile. "Yes, that's true," Angelique replied, looking up again. "The weather is pretty awful, isn't it?" She paused to enter her password onto her laptop. As the tediously slow laptop accepted her password, Angelique added, "Actually, I was going to work on my paper at the cafe... But walking that far in this heat is practically suicide." Angelique lowered her eyes to the computer screen again. The laptop had frozen just as the icons on the desktop had begun to appear. The speed at which Angelique's fingernails clicked against the table increased.

N O T E S * Meow.;;
W O R D S * 385;;
W E A R I N G * Click this ;;
M U S I C * Believe by U-Kiss;;
T A G G E D * Lawrence Valentine, open;;
L Y R I C S * Sober by Loreen;;

[lawrence blake valentine]

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{ IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, I HAVE ONLY ONE WISH }
“let there be shining light in the starless sky.”

The girl’s quick, discreet glance did not get by him. Lawrence felt her eyes giving him the quick once-over, taking in his appearance, most likely making her assumptions about his overall character. Why, he had just done the same to her, after all. Given his own negative judgment about the girl before him, Lawrence briefly wondered what she thought of him. Did she view him as being some kind of a freak? The thought was somewhat amusing, and his smile widened for just a moment. He didn’t dwell on it for long, however. In actuality, he didn’t care even one bit what this stupid, lowly human girl thought of him. Either way, he was not affected. She then, finally, replied with a quick “thank you,” like manners had been a quick afterthought. She had already taken a seat and made herself comfortable before bothering with that.

While skimming lazily through the notebook in front of him, he glanced up at her discreetly through the curtain of his dark blonde bangs. He watched as she pulled her laptop out of its case. And guess what? The case was reptile skin. Whether faux or real, Lawrence wasn’t interested. But it sure seemed like this girl was into wearing dead things. Like killing animals and wearing their pelts was cool or something. Leopard skirt, reptile skin laptop case. Those poor, poor animals. Not that Lawrence even liked animals. They were better than humans, at least. And even better dead. Lawrence also excelled at being a hypocrite.

When Lawrence had spoken, attempting to keep the conversation going, the girl appeared a bit startled. As if she didn’t want to talk to him, it seemed. But that was just too bad for her. Lawrence already did not like her from his own presumptions alone, so he was going to have some fun messing with her. She didn’t acknowledge his comment at first, much to Lawrence’s irritation, but he kept up the calm, polite mask. Her eyes were turned back to the laptop’s screen, a neutral expression across her face.

And the goddamned tapping. Her fingers were drumming rapidly away on the tabletop, making quite a racket. It was downright irritating. He oh-so tempted to grab her dainty little hand and rip out those gaudily decorated nails that kept up the incessant noise. But he took a deep breath and refrained from doing so. He couldn’t let his anger get out of control, not again. His anger management issues would not interrupt his game with this new toy.

Finally, she decided to quit being rude and actually grant him a proper answer. Took her long enough, Lawrence thought irritably. The girl replied, “Yes, that’s true. The weather is pretty awful, isn’t it?” She turned back to the laptop for a moment, and Lawrence really thought, much to his disappointment, that she was about to end the conversation right there. But she didn’t. She added, “Actually, I was going to work on my paper at the café… but walking that far in this heat is practically suicide.”

“Indeed, it would be,” he agreed. What a tedious conversation. Talking about the weather, for God’s sake! It was so mundane and boring that Lawrence wanted to laugh. But he didn’t. Any trace of human vanished as she began impatiently drumming her fingers against the table able, even faster this time. And he lost it. His hand darted across the table, abandoning his previous task of skimming his notebook. He tightly grasped the girl’s wrist. “Stop with that fucking tapping,” he hissed, face contorting in anger. Ah, so he couldn’t quite control it this time. Looks like the poor girl would discover Lawrence’s true nature, after all.

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TAGGED: open, angelique lee
WORDS: six-one-seven
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: rokutousei no yoru - aimer
NOTES: sorry i didn't post sooner. i got kind of lazy. e.e oh, and excuse my rambling.

[angelique lee]

Jun 24, 2012 21:38:09 GMT -5 angelique lee said:

The tempo at which Angelique's nails tapped the wood increased to a rapid-fire pace as, infuriatingly, her laptop remained frozen. She resisted the urge to throw the archaic device onto the ground and set it alight. No, no, that would be completely uncivilized. Somewhat arrogantly (and rather naively), Angelique prided herself on her firm sense of decorum. In a way unknown to her, Angelique depended on the appearance of civility. Sometimes, she suspected that keeping up the appearance was how she coped with pressure.

It was a mere suspicion, but she wasn't wrong.

As the frustrated girl contemplated her options concerning the defiant computer, the other table's occupant replied: "Indeed it would be." Giving no regard to the response other than a quick glance, Angelique pondered her situation. Maybe she could go to the beach and throw the laptop in the ocean. It seemed appealing. At least, then she could justify to herself for getting a new one.

Suddenly, the boy grabbed her wrist, ceasing all tapping. As his grip tightened, humanity gone, the boy's face seemed to twist before her. "Stop with that fucking tapping," he snarled. Angelique's eyes widened in fear. With a flick of a switch, the boy had seemed to abruptly change from cordial to... A madman, she thought fearfully. It wasn't just that the sudden character change had frightened her (which it most certainly had, in the most terrifying manner). In Angelique's mind, the physical contact seems to sear into her skin.

Angelique forced her expression to return to the mask of haughty disinterest, despite the edges of her vision seeming to blur as she experienced a paralyzingly vehement desire to flee. Simple alarm turned to full-blown terror from the physical contact. Though only a few seconds passed while Angelique sat frozen, it seemed to her that the burning pain and panic that she experienced occurred for a span of several minutes.

With a massive effort, Angelique tore her hand away from the boy's grasp; at the same time, ripping herself from the world of panic and fear that only an haphophobiac knows. Moving her hand out of his reach, she glared at the boy in what she hoped was a scathing manner. It ended up looking rather weak. "All. You had to do. Was ask." Unlike her unsuccessful glower, her voice came out more controlled, if rather sharp.

The feeling in her wrist had reduced to a mere uncomfortable tingling by now. Breathing slowly now in an attempt to quell her accelerated heart-rate, Angelique regained her composure. The tingling stopped, though her wrist bore a red mark from the boy's vise-like grip. Tensely, Angelique watched the boy opposite her, unsure of his next move.

N O T E S * Back in the rp-ing zone, eh? (All that I have said makes no sense.);;
W O R D S * 463;;
W E A R I N G * Clicky click click ;;
M U S I C * I Love you by 2NE1;;
T A G G E D * Lawrence Valentine, open;;
L Y R I C S * Sober by Loreen;;

[lawrence blake valentine]

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{ IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, I HAVE ONLY ONE WISH }
“let there be shining light in the starless sky.”

Oh crap, was Lawrence’s first thought as he completely lost his temper. He hadn’t been able to control his anger this time. He couldn’t quite force himself to release his death grip on her wrist, or to wipe off the angry expression that twisted his face. But it was too late anyway. The poor girl had already watched his mood turn from kind and polite to extremely pissed off in a matter of seconds. There was no use trying to go back and reshape his deceptive mask. It had already crumbled away and allowed her to see his true nature. Lawrence may as well just keep it off. There was still an opportunity for a bit of fun with this girl without deceit, after all.

As he held tightly onto her wrist, he watched the girl’s eyes widen in fear. It was actually fairly amusing. The poor little thing was scared. Lawrence nearly laughed. Maybe losing his cool had been a good thing—it seemed he wouldn’t be ignored now. Her reaction was so entertaining. She tried to force herself to return to wearing her former expression, but Lawrence could detect a slight edge to it—she was still uneasy, frightened. She finally tore her wrist from his viselike grip, and gave him a very weak glare. It didn’t quite give off the affect she had probably intended. “All. You had to do. Was ask.” Lawrence had to give her some credit—she managed to keep her voice level and void of the strange fear she had been feeling.

Lawrence began to relax, the irrational anger subsiding. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He was frowning now. “You’ll never intimidate anyone with such a weak glare as that,” he commented, a mocking tone to his voice. He didn’t even bother apologizing for snapping at her, or ask if her wrist was okay. In all honesty, he didn’t care. Her wellbeing or whether her goddamned feelings were hurt were none of his concern. He went on conversationally, “But oh my, I never expected to snap like that. I hoped to keep up the act for a little longer and have a bit of fun, you know? But really, you are exceptionally annoying. It’s all your fault this happened.” He nodded matter-of-factly.

“I really hate people like you,” he went on. Lawrence paused, running a hand through his blonde bangs, watching her with silvery gray eyes. The girl seemed to have regained her composure. He wondered what it was that had her so shaken, though. Was it his sudden personality change, or something else? He didn’t think losing his temper could have been enough to freak her out. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Did I really scare you that much, hmm?”

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TAGGED: open, angelique lee
WORDS: four-seven-zero
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: rokutousei no yoru - aimer
NOTES: ...i didn't know what to write.

[angelique lee]

Jun 24, 2012 10:18:25 GMT -5 angelique lee said:

Quite honestly, by the way things were going, there was no way that Angelique would get any work done. Though the last of her panic attack ebbed away, the girl still struggled to remain calm. She couldn't force away the uncertainty that had wriggled into her mind. What had just happened? Better yet: what would the boy do next?

The latter question was quickly answered. Losing all interest in her laptop (which, ironically, was now working), Angelique's gaze hardened as the boy said, “You’ll never intimidate anyone with such a weak glare as that." She bristled at the boy's comment, feeling the forced calm morph into a something beyond irritation. Angelique wasn't one to take this sort of thing lightly. The way the boy spoke was almost like a taunt. And the taunting had bruised her pride, more than anything.

But before she could even begin to gather her thoughts to sling back a retort, the boy continued on to add, “But oh my, I never expected to snap like that. I hoped to keep up the act for a little longer and have a bit of fun, you know? But really, you are exceptionally annoying. It’s all your fault this happened.” An infuriating little nod. Angelique was tempted to wring his neck.

“I really hate people like you.” A jeering little smirk. “Did I really scare you that much, hmm?”

Caught off guard, Angelique found herself really not liking the guy. Admittedly, she was angry by his sudden, open judgment of her. But she knew that any show of her emotions would be a weak point for the boy to pry and probe into. Once more, her mask of cold calm quivered slightly. Intense willpower held it in place. Angelique refused to be cowed.

He was watching her now, with his silver eyes that reminded her of a wolf's. "No, of course not," she answered with a steady voice, reinforcing her bluff by meeting the boy's eyes unflinchingly. She hoped that he wouldn't see her facade. Chances are that he would, seeing as how openly panicked she had become just moments before.
I need to work on that, she thought fiercely. Even though her intense fear of being touched was not a recent development, Angelique didn't know how to handle it. Hell, she didn't even know what it was called.

Almost like an after-thought, Angelique said in a low voice,
"Who are you to just automatically hate me?" Her voice raising a little, she added coldly, "You don't even know me. Why would hate me? Better yet, what's your problem?" The last statement was spat with venom as Angelique let her anger get the better of her.

N O T E S * Idk what's happening here.;;
W O R D S * 476.;;
W E A R I N G * Right here ;;
M U S I C * Drive It Like You Stole It by The Glitch Mob;;
T A G G E D * Lawrence Valentine, open;;
L Y R I C S * Sober by Loreen;;

[lawrence blake valentine]

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{ IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, I HAVE ONLY ONE WISH }
“let there be shining light in the starless sky.”

Lawrence watched the girl from across the table, that mischievous smirk glued to his face. He was finding her reactions increasingly amusing. Indeed, he had chosen a good target for his bit of fun. With each word he spoke, he could see her irritation become more and more tangible; an angered aura seemed to emanate from her. Really, what was the big deal? She seemed pretty touchy. There was no need to get quite so mad. He was simply stating the facts, after all. The truth hurt sometimes, but people had no choice but to deal with it. As he continued on his conversation with her, she seemed to grow more and more irate. Lawrence found it pretty funny to watch, actually. The poor thing was trying so hard to keep her emotions hidden, but it was painfully obvious just how angry she was. He could see her facial expression wavering. She had some willpower there, this girl.

“No, of course not.” Clearly a lie, Lawrence knew. She unwaveringly met his gaze, and he stared her right down. He could see right through her façade. This girl could try to hide it all she wanted to, but she would not be successful. He had already seen her panic when he grabbed her wrist. She would not be able to talk her way out of it. “Oh, I’m sorry. Of course I didn’t scare you. I guess I just assumed, what with how you panicked and all,” Lawrence apologized flatly, clearly not meaning a word of it. He idly played with one of his dangling earrings.

The girl spoke again, an addition to her first comment. “Who are you to just automatically hate me? You don’t even know me. Why would you hate me? Better yet, what’s your problem?” Here came the anger she had been trying so hard to hide, spat out with the last of her questions. Lawrence grinned at her, knowing that would probably piss her off even more. “I hate all humans, so don’t think you’re special or anything,” he went on conversationally. “Though there are some humans I find to be more irritating than others. I’d say you fit into that category.” He examined his nails, blackened with nail polish. “Hmm, I don’t have any problems. I think it’s you humans who have the problems. There is so much wrong with all of you I can’t even begin to address them all.” He let out a sigh, as if the entire human race was a lost cause.

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TAGGED: open, angelique lee
WORDS: four-two-one
OUTFIT: click
LYRICS: rokutousei no yoru - aimer
NOTES: sorry for the late reply~

[angelique lee]

That snarky little smile of his, Angelique decided, really needed to be smacked off his face. A loud smack. A smack with extra force behind it. A smack with a fist.

Wait. That was a punch.

Regrettably, Angelique did not act upon her savage impulses and instead found herself being stared down. “Oh, I’m sorry. Of course I didn’t scare you. I guess I just assumed, what with how you panicked and all," said the boy dryly. He didn't appear to be concerned at all that the conversation was going south. Or maybe he enjoyed pissing her off. Angelique suspected the latter.

Eying the boy's earrings as he played with them, Angelique crossed her legs without an answer. Her tight, leopard-print skirt did not ride up; her expression remained stoic in response to the boy's Cheshire Cat-style grin.

“I hate all humans, so don’t think you’re special or anything,” he continued. “Though there are some humans I find to be more irritating than others. I’d say you fit into that category.”

Angelique narrowed her eyes as he inspected his black-lacquered nails contentedly. He appeared to be more interested in his nails than the conversation. Oddly enough, Angelique couldn't help thinking that her own nails were much nicer. “Hmm, I don’t have any problems. I think it’s you humans who have the problems. There is so much wrong with all of you I can’t even begin to address them all.”

The fact that the boy had clearly insulted her did not quite register as much as his tone. He said 'humans' in a sneering sort of way, as if he clearly was not one. That's it, Angelique thought with a little relief. He's clearly insane. He must think that he's from Mars or something. Though she smiled patronizingly, she tensed a fraction more. Crazy was an explanation, but crazy also meant unpredictability. He might pull out a gun, or a switchblade, or anything at any second...

"You say human as if you're not one. What do you think you are then?"

At least Angelique could humor him. She placed her hands on the table, folding them neatly as she inspected the boy.

N O T E S * I replied! :D Sorry if there is little for you to go off of. ^^';;
W O R D S * 394.;;
W E A R I N G * Click click click. ;;
M U S I C * Alone by Sistar.;;
T A G G E D * open, Lawrence Blake Valentine.;;
L Y R I C S * Sober by Loreen;;