JUST A MOMENT IN TIME .:OPEN:.

[RORY ANGEL MORGAN]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

It was every other normal morning for Rory. She woke up, at 5:30 AM, got in the shower, perfected her look by doing her hair, picking out the right clothes for the day and possibly cleaning the house if she had the time. By 6:45, she left the house. She took her mom's car. She was too busy paying off all the bills her parents so thoughtfully did not pay, thanks to their gambling problem, that she couldn't afford her own car yet. She had a bicycle, but she only rode that around for excersise. She also lived off the city, and drove thirty minutes each day to here. Her mom got a ride with her dad daily to work, when he went to his offices.

At 7:15, she reached the city and pulled the car over, and grabbed something to eat. Rory bought an english muffin, buttered with a black berry lemonade. She got a discount since her mom work there, though her mom was not here yet. She worked night shifts most of the time. Though that started at noon until seven PM. She kindly thanked the cashier, and got in the car again, arriving at her church. She went for a bible study every morning, which lasted until around 8:45 AM. She had confession, and sat through the lectures, taking notes. Rory's first class started at 9:00, to which Rory walked to school quickly, joining the students in her class.

Rory was in Psych this morning, joined her literature class around 10:30, then her math class at 1:00. She finally made her way to Mcnairs Bookstore at three PM. She sat down at a table, and began to open up her books, studying silently by herself, until someone tapped her shoulder.

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notes;; Befriend this lovely lady
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lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
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[ZAEVIER RENZO XANTHILEO]

Lecturers these days. Aren’t they the fussy ones. Zaevier sighed as he looked at the list of books his lecturer told him to read. They were four of them. FOUR. Four books about accounting. Just accounting. Zaevier never knew why he must read all these books since they were about the same. The problem was, these books could not be found in the library. The only way was just to purchase them in a bookstore or buy them online. Mr. Kingsley really loves to give his students a hard time, especially Zaevier because of this feud he and Zaevier’s father had. It was a stressful day at college since he just started attending classes a few days back. Lecturers in England were too uptight and it was driving Zaevier crazy. He frowned at the thought of it, having to spend another year in this college with no more California sunshine and girls. Now, he had no choice but to drive to McNair’s bookstore to find the four ancient bibles of accounting.

He walked in the bookstore and it was eerily quiet. He never went into the bookstore before, this was his first time. The place looked like a thousand year old archive with haunting looking paintings and its old architecture. Zaev made his way to the accounting section where he strained his eyes looking for the books he needed. Looking back at the list, there was no such books at all on these bookshelves. He surveyed the entire building, trying to find someone who he could ask for help. He spotted a girl seated at a table at the far end of a corner. He smiled to himself; knowing that today he was going to get lucky. He walked towards the blonde and tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. “Hey, never seen you around before.

[/color]” Zaevier spoke with poise as he gave the girl a warm smile. She returned a nervous smile at him and asked politely if he needed any help. “Oh yeah, I’m just asking if you know any of these books. I can’t find them anywhere so I’m hoping you could help me[/color],” Zaevier said as he handed her the list Mr. Kingsley gave him.
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TEMPLATE ME
SONG LYRICS HEY, SOUL SISTER BY THE TRAIN
TAGGED RHIA AS RORY MORGAN
WORD COUNT THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY
NOTES Here you go. ;D

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[RORY ANGEL MORGAN]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Rory smiled at him nervously as she turned around for him. He was tall, quiet, kind of broody looking. He was cute, which usually meant Rory should avoid him at all costs. She didn't need to get hit on today, she had way too much to do. If he hadn't seen her much, it meant he didn't spend much time in classes, or around here. "Can I help you?" was all she could think of to say. Nonetheless, when he asked for help, she took the list from him and looked at it. Accounting. "Your good with numbers?" Rory asked in disbelief. She had to study ruthlessly for any math tests she had. She looked around, and didn't see anyone else around that could help him at the moment. She sat got out of her chair slowly, smoothing her dress over and tucked in a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Come on, I'll show you around the place." She said politely, and began to walk through the endless amount of books.

She looked on the paper and saw a number. She found her way to the accounting center, and stopped, looking at the top of the bookshelves. "If I worked here, this would be much easier. I'm Rory." Rory laughed, pulling the ladder over to reach the top of the books. She looked at him suspiciously then the ladder. "You should look at the top books. I'm wearing a dress today." Rory laughed, but said firmly. She wasn't about to go up some ladder so he could see everything. Rory handed the piece of paper back to him, she had little use for it anymore. She was abnormally good with photographic memory. While bending over cautiously, she let her fingers trail over the book binds carefully, to be sure not to rip a cover. Recognizing a title, she pulled the first book out, and handed it carefully to him. "Whee are you from? You're definitely not from England." Rory asked quietly, looking more at the books.

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tag;; Zaev
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notes;; She's trying not to be so uncomfortable lol. But she is!
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lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

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[ZAEVIER RENZO XANTHILEO]

Dec 14, 2010 21:08:35 GMT 8 ZAEVIER RENZO XANTHILEO said:

“ You’re good with numbers?” She asked.

There was a tone of disbelief in her voice that made Zaevier took notice of her. He gave her a half-smile reassuring her that he is not just a good looking guy with no brain. She, in the other hand, was looking around her restlessly as if she wanted to get away from him. Zaevier stared at her, confused. No one. Had ever not wanted to help him, or at least talk to him. Finally, she got up from her seat and agreed to help him find the books he needed. She was searching through the books at the top shelf. The top shelf. Why didn’t I thought of that. Zaevier cursed himself for his absent-mindedness. He just continued to study her; or in a guy’s term, check her out. She was an attractive girl; reminded him of the girls in California. Blonde, hazel eyes with a perfect smile. A body sculptured like a goddess; he could see himself banging her someday. His thoughts were disrupted when the blonde suddenly spoke. Zaevier could feel his guts twisting into knots as he heard her told him that she doesn’t work here but he kept his cool; trying not to make it obvious. Then she told him her name, Rory. She laughed after telling her name and Zaevier found her laugh amusing and somehow adorable. “I’m Zaevier. But you can call me, Zaev.” He said with a smile. Rory reached out and pulled a ladder close to them. Zaevier involuntarily smirked at the thought of Rory climbing up on a ladder while displaying her perfectly toned legs and.. Rory’s laugh caught his attention as she told him to look at the top books and gave him back his list. Zaevier was a little disappointed but he hasn’t given up yet. She handed a book to him and then asked him where he was from.

“I’m from sunny California. Born here though.” He said while he examined the book. She’s one keen eye. He said to himself. Rory was already back at her seat; reading her book and taking notes. Zaevier raised an eyebrow and walked towards her. He noticed that she was reading a text book which Harlan had been reading too. Then he realized that she was a student in Brythewood College. It dazzled him that he never seen a beauty like her in college. “So I see you’re from Brythewood College. Arts, huh?” He asked trying to make conversation with her. She answered him politely but he felt as if he was annoying her. “Hey, I really don’t want to disturb you but I was thinking.. Can I at least buy you drink after your study session?” He asked timidly; hoping she would say yes.

TEMPLATE ME
SONG LYRICS HEY, SOUL SISTER BY THE TRAIN
TAGGED RHIA AS RORY MORGAN
WORD COUNT THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY
NOTES I'M SO SORRY THAT IT'S CRAPPY. I'LL WRITE BETTER NEXT TIME. I PROMISE. ==

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[RORY ANGEL MORGAN]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

She felt his gaze as he was staring at her, and turned red, making sure to have her back toward him. She really didn't need anyone checking her out, let alone a guy who wouldn't be her boyfriend and wanted one thing. Her youth pastor's wife and her were still very close, though her days in the teen program was over. This was what they always seemed to talk about, especially because Zaevier wasn't the only guy that hits on her. She sighed deeply, trying to shake the feeling. While she was flattered, she couldn't return the feeling to have absent minded sex with a boy she didn't know, or could care less about.

She raised her eyebrow at him, turning toward him. "Zaev? I think I prefer Zaevier." Rory said. For the most part, Rory believed in calling people their god given name, rather than stupid nick names like bitch, slut, or her all time favorite, whore. And nick names seemed disrespectful to her as well. She never bothered to explain this to anyone, because when she explained it to her own mom, she looked at Rory funny, but Rory was firm on this ideal. Regardless, if she ever did see Zaev again, she would be calling him Zaevier.

She listened as he told her he was from California. She nodded her head slowly. "The states must be nice. Don't know why you'd transfer here.

[/i] Rory said politely. She finished finding the books, placing them in his arms as politely as she could. She smiled at him. "Nice meeting you Zaevier." She said in a haste, walking around him. She quickly made it to her table, and checked that everything was still there, before beginning to do homework again. He must have seen the book she lifted out of her back pack, because he was pestering her again. He stood next to her table, and she put it on the table calmly. She wouldn't be rude towards him, even Zaevier must have feelings. "Yes. I study writing. Creative writing though, not the boring kind." Rory said patiently. She bit her lip and tapped her pencil absent mindedly until his next question, which threw her completely off guard. "A drink? I don't know. I'm awfully busy, and you're going to just be disappointed if I can be honest with you." Rory said, putting everything down and leaning back into the chair.
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tag;; Open
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notes;; Sorry I've been MIA. Here's a crappy one to your not crappy one
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lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
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[ZAEVIER RENZO XANTHILEO]

Dec 14, 2010 21:08:35 GMT 8 ZAEVIER RENZO XANTHILEO said:

Zaevier frowned as he heard the words that Rory had spoken to him. Was she rejecting his offer? For real? No one ever said no to him. Come on, he is Zaevier Renzo Xanthileo. Why would anyone do that? “ Come on.. I don’t think you’re disappointing at all. I mean, for all you did for me. Helping me and all. I need to repay you somehow.” He said, hoping it was enough to persuade her. She stayed quiet though. He bet that she was thinking. She was one cautious girl; uptight a little but at least she helped him before. Zaevier sighed and gave her a half smile. “ Think about it, alright?” He made his way to the other aisles of books; hoping to spot anything that caught his eye. Zaevier always believed in courtesy. Why wouldn’t he treat someone who helped him? But with his reputation around the town; he wasn’t surprised that people would think twice before going out with him.

Honestly, he was surprised at himself. Asking someone to go out with him who was very reluctant; yet he didn’t give up. Somehow, there was something about her that made him want to know more. She puzzled him. The fact that she rather study than having a leisurely drink with him was a little bizarre. Who in the world would choose boring books over something fun? He jerked his head and peered out from the bookshelves to see what she was doing. But to his surprise; she wasn’t there anymore. Where did she go? He inhaled deeply and all of the sudden, he felt guilty. Guilty for disturbing her during her unspoken tranquility; just for his selfish and unimportant task which he could do by himself but he was just too lazy. He shrugged and took his books and paid them at the counter. He made his way out but he heard someone called out his name.

TEMPLATE ME
SONG LYRICS HEY, SOUL SISTER BY THE TRAIN
TAGGED RHIA AS RORY MORGAN
WORD COUNT THREE TWO THREE
NOTES T.T ANOTHER CRAPPY ONE. SORRY AGAIN.

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