I'm gonna live forever (Lelaina,open)

[Sophia Eve Riley]

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[/i] someone, she was starting to care about someone…and not just someone, but a guy. One thing about Sophia was that she didn’t get attached to people, she didn’t care about them, and she definitely didn’t develop crushes on them.

But, something about Eli just made her heart pump slightly faster, made her want to care, made her want to have a relationship with him and not just flirt and mess around. She looked into her latté, no longer thirsty, no longer wanting to be around people, and no longer wanting to mess with someone. She just wanted to rewind to that moment when she was swinging in the tire swing, laughing, smiling, enjoying herself; she wanted to rewind and never meet Eli, she didn’t want to feel like this, she didn’t want to feel at all. Sophia tried to stop thinking about him…but she couldn’t.

She could picture his beautiful, emerald eyes and his clean smile. She couldn’t quite understand what made her like him so much; she didn’t understand at all why she couldn’t just ignore the feeling like she ignored any other kind feeling she had. She couldn’t remember the last time she had feeling for a guy…well, REAL feelings for a guy. Sure, she had pretended to like guys, but she hadn’t really ever felt that way about a guy. But, she felt that way about Eli, and she hardly knew him.

Sophia knew what she was feeling, and her brain told her to run away from that feeling, it told her to saddle up Little Bit (the horse she helped take care of) and ride until she didn’t feel that way anymore. She knew….that she was in love. Love, Sophia thought, love doesn’t exist, she angrily got up and threw her latté in the trash. She wanted to leave the café, she wanted to get away from the entire world…but, Sophia sat back down in the chair she had been in, and waited.

She waited for just the right person to walk through the door or to catch her eye; she was ready to pick on someone. She was mad at herself for starting to feel about someone, she learned her lesson when she was young. Love didn’t exist; her mom had taught her that, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about Eli. She folded her arms on the table, and rested her head on her arms. She was confused, and wanted to make someone else hurt because of it.

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Word Count: 548
Tag: Lelaina, open
Notations: ^.^
Credit: To Shaggy!
Muse Music: None :’(
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[Lelaina Bellamour]

Oh God how long had it been? Too long, too fucking long -- the world had become too narrow for the grand scope of her thoughts. Too little, too cramped; she needed room to stretch her legs, to run, to laugh, to tease. She needed room to fucking fly, but she was just cooped up on this island, forced to be afraid of a storm she was unafraid of. It was hard to be as scared as everyone else, to act like everyone else; Lelaina's sarcastic mouth turned ever so slightly as she stretched, her fingers lacing over her head, popping the tangled knots in her back into alignment. With a peppered sigh she rotated her neck and jolted off; it was warm, finally. Sunny, finally.

Best of all? She was without restraint. It took them long enough to let the students out, but it wasn't until she could actually get on rocking floors of the boat and feel herself drifting farther and farther away that she began to feel even remotely like herself. Another sarcastic twitch astonished her -- she was rarely out of character, but the mask was loose today, knocked off kilter by the sheer exuberance of her sudden release. For sure, she could have stripped down to nothing and dove into the heaving, thrashing waters to safety -- but Lelaina wasn't in the habit of shedding skin as easily as breathing. There was something completely unnatural about it, something so completely other that she had never found pleasure in the act. It was a sin, differentiating her from others when she wanted nothing more than to be exactly like them. Or, at the very least (god, another little twitch as her mouth struggled to remain calm and unmoving!) perceived to be like everyone else.

Like everything, it was all just a play she felt she must put on -- but the mask was almost flawless and fit every vivid contour of her strong features with such a strong sense of rightness there was almost no difference between the self that lied with every breath, and the self that lingered beneath the skin. Leaning against the railing, tilting her head back against the wind that slipped it's fingers through her unruly, chopped hair, Lela felt the smile stretch across her face: a cat's smile, full of satisfaction. Perhaps it was the same wind she would have felt had she been on the school's island, but it did not feel it. It felt fresher, different -- if only for this one moment, in this one span of her heartbeat.

Lela was dressed to blend in, but it was hard to do, standing as she did with tightly knotted muscles coiled for action, with such strong chiseled cheekbones and flashy hair; still, those dark eyes held a world of amusement, rippling, as if one drop would created more.

What thoughts slipped behind those eyes? What sentience, what normality or even, dare we even suggest it? What abnormality, what sickness? What hunger? There was a dark entity squirming in her gut, fueling her need for food, for something, anything to fill the voracious, quickly widening hole inside of her -- she would stuff it with whatever came to hand, whether it was food, or objects, hoarding and hoarding; if it would stop the ache deep inside, Lelaina would do it. Yet it was never enough, and to have it pulse and ache, to feel that restless gnawing inside of her, ruining her day only infuriated her. She pushed that energy down with a firm, unrelenting hand, relishing the pain she dealt to that self, a sadist hidden in sheep's clothing.

With another unhindered smile, she shrugged off all of that nastiness, and ducking into a cafe behind a crowd of people. Though Lelaina would never succumb to drinking coffee, she still had a certain affection for the smell of it, and found herself briskly moving through the quickly dispersing crowd, searching for a seat, or a person, to molest. Lela needed to be with people; she was no loner to enjoy long silences and depressing existentialism: so when she laid eyes on the girl staring so defiantly at the door, almost begging to be tease, could you really blame Lelaina for taking the bait? She didn't know what trouble she would get into, but it rarely mattered in any case.

Almost laughing, she scraped one of the chairs against the floor as she twirled it around and sat down on it backward, leaning forward as she pillowed her chin on her crossed forearms. "You're looking so constipated. You okay there, girlie?" Head rolling slightly to the side, her eyebrow quirked upward, but there was nothing malevolent about her gaze; no echo of cruelty, only the open, honest friendliness that usually sat on a dog's face. So simple-minded this mask she had decided to place on her face, so impossible to extricate without work.

But then, why work at it? Either way, she would enjoy herself, no? She starts to smile in her secretly sarcastic way before catching herself again: only the barest twitch at the corner of her mouth gives it away.

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word count;; 864
tags;; sophia // open ;3
OOc;; she's a pill -.- this is going to be interesting xD

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[Sophia Eve Riley]

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Sophia lifted her head, so she was looking Man-girl right in those dark, dull eyes. She could feel her eyes change to a dark, emerald green as she contemplated what to say to Man-girl.

Man-girl didn’t seem exactly mean, and Sophia was more or less pleased with that. It wasn’t until Man-girl’s lip slightly twitched that Sophia thought she was holding something back. She had been in Man-girl’s situation, in a way, she usually attacked people first, and she usually tried to remain looking sweet and wide-eyed, to throw the other person off when she started being mean. And with those many offense attacks, Sophia had also tried her best not to laugh at the cruel jokes she was lining up in her head, and often she slipped and accidently let her mouth twitch, but no one ever caught onto it. No one ever expected that she was really lining up insults, and trying her best to find something personal about them, something that made the person she was attacking want to break down and cry, something that would make them run away and never talk to her again (or, if she was lucky, they were stupid and tried to talk to her again).

She put on a sweet, innocent smile, the one she usually used when she was first starting out with someone, and looked somewhat coldly and somewhat innocently into Man-girl’s eyes.[/color] “I’m fine, that’s so sweet of you to ask. But, are you alright? It looks like you were attacked by some wild animal; I hope it wasn’t too hard of a fight…but, it looks like you lost,” Sophia made sure to maintain her innocent wide-eyed look.

She wanted Man-girl to talk, she wanted her to reveal something, even if it was a small something, that would open up Man-girl just enough so that Sophia could keep picking and picking until Man-girl had to collapse. She had made several girls cry, and even some boys, all calculated specifically to make that person break down in tears. She had never once cried because of someone making fun of her, in fact, Sophia couldn’t remember the last time she had cried. And that was a good thing.

Another good thing was that Man-girl had taken her mind off of Eli, and would hopefully keep her mind off of him for a while. Being mean to someone, was always a way to get rid of thoughts, whether they were good or bad.

And so, Sophia leaned slightly back in her chair, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and crossed her legs. An offensive body language stance she had learned how to use effectively years ago. She kept her eyes digging deep into Man-girl’s as she did this, she made sure to never break eye-contact first, and this time was no exception.

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Word Count: 646
Tag: Lelaina, open
Notations: I agree, this is going to be interesting, haha, I’ve never had Sophia RP with someone else mean before
Credit: To Shaggy!
Muse Music: None :’(
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