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Post by matthewwright on Jul 23, 2010 22:34:53 GMT
It's time to live your life [/color] (go ahead, i know i'm right)[/font]  [/center] It was a nice day out, the sun was shining anyway, and it was enough to warm the skin of Matthew. He took that to mean that it was a nice day, and so using a spell to make sure he didn’t walk into anything, Matt made his way slowly but surely out of the castle and onto the grounds. What was the rush anyway? It wasn’t like he had anywhere to be, as it was a Saturday, and he'd decided not to go down to the village with his friends, as there were four of them, and they were both couples with each other, so he felt like a total fifth wheel around them lately. You see, Matt had come out as bisexual to them and they were fine with it, but he'd not been able to find anyone who wanted to date someone like him. He was a bit of an odd boy, not on personality, because his personality was generally quite appealing. He was nice, tried to get on well with everyone, was patient, liked a joke and a laugh, was a bit mature for his age, but he had to be sometimes. He was also protective over his sister, but that was a given. The odd thing about this boy was that he was a muggle born, bisexual, stygian votary, and more importantly, he couldn't see. So when I said earlier that it was a nice day out, it could have been crappy, but the sun was warm enough that he could feel it on his skin, so he assumed that the day was a good one.
He’d dressed accordingly, pulling a grey and white striped top, which was kind of also a hoody over his head, and tugging on some jeans. He put on what felt like his shutter glasses, covering his eyes, and last was his father’s ring, slipped onto his second finger in on his left hand. He smiled, knowing he looked good, and his hair was kind of ruffled. You know that feeling you had when you know you looked good and that made you feel good too? Matty had that today, and he felt a bit more confident. He lay back on the cool grass, his head turning toward where the castle was, or at least he assumed so as it was the direction he’d came from. No one would think looking at him, that he was in his fifth year at the school, because he was tall, and looked a whole lot older than his age. He was more emotionally mature too, as he had to be, and he also found it easy to stay calm and deal with situations, which wasn’t something the average guy his age could do. It took a whole lot to get Matt mad though, because he was used to things that would usually infuriate someone, and he taught himself to go about it with a calm head, working out a good, normal solution. Bless him, it had taken him a while to keep his temper in check though, but it did help that he was a naturally more patient person, and he liked to work on things, and he especially liked to prove people wrong.
Matt hated people treating him differently because of his eyesight, and so he even taught himself to ‘look’ at someone when he was speaking to them, but this was a lot harder the more people that were around. If it was one person it was a doddle, but when there were around five people, all making noise, that was when things got complicated. He recognised voices easier though, as he had to as a form of identification, and whenever he wanted to see what someone looked like, he had to practically assault their face, so that he could get a mental image, if you like. And all this was due to some illness that he’d been born with, that had assaulted his eyes and stopped them from developing properly. Or at least, that was the way he understood it. It was also probably something to do with him being born prematurely, as his defences were a lot weaker too. He didn’t blame his mother anymore though, but he used to. He’d told his parents that he hated them once, but he didn’t mean it, and was even ashamed of the fact that he had. He heard footsteps approaching, and he turned his head more toward the noise. ”hello?”
[/color] he asked, wondering who was there.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] T A G G I N G zakari cross!?
W O R D S seven five five!?
L Y R I C S B Y papa roach!?
F R O M stop looking, start seeing!?
S T A T U S complete!?
O U T F I T right hurrr!?
C R E D I T emma!? [/size][/font] |
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Post by zakaricross on Jul 29, 2010 16:35:18 GMT
 
The day was warm and the sun was shining brightly outside Zak’s window. She knew that it was going to be a perfect day. She threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, as well as a pair of her usual, ridiculous heels and was headed out the door, well before her usually awake and arguing roommates. She stopped by the Great Hall and grabbed two rolls and some of this Muggle spread called Nutella, which she was a bit ashamed to admit she seemed to be addicted to. She made the rolls float in front of her, cutting themselves in half and coating themselves with the delicious, chocolaty goodness that was called Nutella. She caught one half and took a bite, still walking towards the main doors. The bread was still warm.
She pushed the doors open and followed the pathway for a bit. Suddenly she stepped off and promptly sunk into the soft dirt. “Damn,” she muttered through a mouthful of bread. She pulled her heel out of the ground and quickly muttered the charm that would keep her above ground. It was sad that she had been so distracted by a piece of bread and some spread that she had forgotten her favorite charm. You see, she always wore heels and if she wanted to walk anywhere other than on a pathway, they sunk into the ground quickly. She rarely wore flats and therefore used this charm nearly every day. It was simple and it kept her from sinking in.
Zak sighed happily. So far, nothing had gone wrong. Granted, it was still morning. But this morning she had awoken naturally, and not to the dreadful shrieking of two of her dorm mates who were normally the first two up in the entire school – and the first two fighting. At least, it certainly seemed that way. They were always screeching obscenities at each other over some ridiculous topic, such as why Grace was failing Herbology, or why Jill’s cat no longer slept on her bed with her. No joking. Neither seemed to grasp that these topics tended not to be the other’s fault and had been arguing like this for six years. It was more than ridiculous.
Her feet took her towards the Black Lake as she started onto the second half of a roll. She took a bite and closed her eyes, clearly pleased with the way the day was going thus far. There were a few figures along the shoreline, two or three vaguely familiar. She headed towards a boy in a striped shirt who was one of the familiar ones. He was sitting alone and, well, frankly, he was hot.
She wandered over as he turned towards her. “Hello?” He said questioningly. Then she recognized him more. He was a Stygian Votary with her, and she remembered that he was blind. She couldn’t quite remember his name though. “Hey! How are you?” she asked, sitting down next to him on the bank. She leaned back on her hands and closed her eyes once more and simply basked in the sun for a bit.
matthew wright : tagged five-one-eight : words here : outfit yay! : notes meself : credit |
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Post by matthewwright on Aug 1, 2010 15:24:09 GMT
It's time to live your life [/color] (go ahead, i know i'm right)[/font] [/center] Matt wished so bad that he had some sort of ipod that could work in the castle, because music was one of his favourite things to listen to, right along side someone reading his favourite poem out loud, and jokes. Jokes were also fantastic to listen to. Matt loved jokes and listening to new ones was always fun, because he loved a good old laugh. If there was something guaranteed to make the day a good one, it was a good joke that really got him giggling. He would laugh randomly all day about it, and no one would know what he was laughing at, until he told them it was a joke. He was okay at telling jokes, but he knew that it was better to have someone who was fantastic at reading them out, because they were less likely to mess them up. He liked good random jokes that sounded like something serious but then had a great punch line too. Like, 'did you hear about the big hole in London? the police say that they're looking into it.' that had him laughing when a friend of his told him that. There were many things in the world that made Matt smile.
Jokes were just one. He loved the taste of nutella, and that made him smile, it was like pure chocolate, but nutty. He'd have it in sandwiches and on toast, and even on it's own. He remembered that the store that was close to his primary school used to sell these little container things of nutella. Just like, little things that fit in your hand, and they were like the shape of a jar, and you'd get a little wooden spoon thing and you'd just eat the nutella. He also remembered when it used to come in glasses with a white plastic lid and you'd always wash the glass out afterward and use it. The lid came in handy in the summer too when you wanted to make sure nothing went in your drink if you were sat outside. it was a great thing. He missed that, maybe the Hogwarts express cart should start selling those little nutella things. He would love that, he'd buy loads and stash them in his trunk so he could have them as some sort of midnight snack. He loved being a wizard, it meant that you could summon an object to you, meaning you didn't have to go looking for it.
Matt smiled as he heard a familiar enough voice greet him. She'd never spoken to him before really, just a few odd words he thought, but she'd heard her speaking. She was a Stygian, he knew, just like he was, and so he was happy to be in her company, he knew she was trustworthy enough. "Hey there!"
[/color] he said with his warm tones, his friendly smile on his lips. Darn, what was her name? He couldn't remember it. He could hear it, it was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it. He shook his head slightly to shift his hair around, so it kind of fell a little in front of his eyes. A habit he’d picked up, but there we go. That would bug him, he'd ask her name soon. "I'm very well thank you for asking, and how are you?"[/color] he asked, trying to keep his head turned in her direction. He felt rude if he wasn't looking in the direction of the person he was speaking to. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we've been properly introduced? I'm Matthew, please, call me Matt, or Matty, either one is good."[/color] he said with a smile, attempting to hold his hand out in her direction so she could shake it. [/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] T A G G I N G zakari cross!?
W O R D S six two four ish.!?
L Y R I C S B Y papa roach!?
F R O M stop looking, start seeing!?
S T A T U S complete!?
O U T F I T right hurrr!?
C R E D I T emma!? [/size][/font] |
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Post by zakaricross on Aug 23, 2010 16:30:45 GMT
“I'm very well thank you for asking, and how are you? I'm sorry, but I don't think we've been properly introduced? I'm Matthew, please, call me Matt, or Matty, either one is good.” he said. Zak opened her eyes again and took a large bite of Nutella bread before grasping his hand. “Nice to meet you, Matty,” she said through a mouthful of goodness. She paused a moment to swallow. “Sorry, that was disgusting, wasn't it? I'm Zak, Zakari Cross.” She braced herself for jokes. That was the most common reaction to her introducing herself. Floods of Isn't Zak a boy's name? swarmed her brain. It seemed like every single person she had ever met had asked her those five words.
And it was a boy's name. Her parents had been expecting another son. They never considered for a second that someone might be wrong. After all, these were no Muggle doctors with their "technological advances" that still left them wrong on occasion. No, these doctors were from St. Mungo's and had magic to aid them. There was no chance they would possibly be wrong.
Well, they were.
That was the short story. They have been planning on naming their new son Zachary Michael Cross. Instead of coming up with a whole new name, they simply changed the spelling of Zachary to Zakari and her middle name from Michael to Mindy. She was always amazed by the fact that her parents had been so heartless with that factor. “It wasn’t really heartless,” she thought. “It taught me a lot, even when I didn’t want to learn.” It had in fact taught her a lot. She was more patient and calm than she probably would have been without such an “outrageous” name, as some delicately put it. Granted, sometimes she was pissy and a total bitch, but she really was much better about things than some of the people with “regular” names that she knew. Maybe her personality overall was just more chill, but she seriously doubted it.
She took another bite of the Nutella bread while these thoughts were running through her mind. She squirmed closer to Matt. What? She was a person of few personal bounds. She just liked being close to other people. Zak leaned her head on the boy’s shoulder, still chewing on her bite of bread and chocolately, nutty, gooey, amazing, wonderful, awesome, delicious (oh, the list could go on for days!) Nutella. It was pure bliss.
matthew wright : tagged four-one-one : words here : outfit yay! : notes meself : credit [/quote] |
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Post by matthewwright on Sept 7, 2010 12:22:06 GMT
Matt laughed as he heard the muffled voice. He could smell chocolate, practically, and bread, so he put two and two together and came up with one of his favourite snacks. It was chocolate spread that was also commonly known as nutella. He loved that stuff, and would always bring Jars in his trunk, and just head down to the kitchens for bread, so he could have some as a snack. It was great, tasted amazing, and released energy slowly so it kept you going for ages. And it was practically chocolate on bread, who wouldn't like that? Chocolate spread sandwiches had to be the best, they were a great filler before the feast in the night and after lunch. He could have lived off that stuff if you'd asked him to. "Just a little hard to make out, but not disgusting. Oh, wow, well Zakari, that's a beautiful name!"
[/color] Matt replied honestly with a grin. He honestly liked that name, it was very pretty, very interesting, not common. He loved names like that. Unfortunately, Matthew was quite a common name, but then he wasn't so held up on that because he liked his own name anyway. Matt hesitated for a moment as he felt her move closer, and when her head was on his shoulder, it took a moment but then he relaxed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leaning his head lightly on top of hers. Matt was a very affectionate person and he loved people. He loved making sure that they were happy and comfortable around him. Being blind made things awkward sometimes because he knew that a lot of people felt that they had to watch the words they used around him in case he got offended. He wasn't like that. Some also thought that they shouldn't ask him questions, but he hated that. If there was a question they wanted to ask, then they should have asked it because he would rather answer and have them know a little more about him and also about being blind, because it would have made them a little less ignorant. Did that make sense? Probably not but there we go. He didn't mind answering questions, he was good like that. He got a lot of 'how do you manage to do your work' but many people forgot that they were magical, and there was spells for almost everything, including reading books aloud, although sometimes the voice could get repetitive and boring, making working tedious but there we go, he had to learn. "Zakari?"[/color] he asked, pausing for a moment before continuing. "You don't happen to have a strong, muscular boyfriend, do you? I mean, I just want to check"[/color] he joked, wanting to make sure that he wouldn't get beaten up or something for just holding onto Zak like this. That would get awkward if she did. But what if she didn't? He wanted to get to know this girl, she seemed like someone that he could get on with, and he had a good feeling about her. And if all that failed, they could be breakfast buddies because they were both nutella fans it seemed. That would be interesting, maybe some sort of nutella picnic thing would be perfect to let them talk some more. That was a silly idea. You couldn't just have a picnic of that. Although he had said he could live off it so why not, right? He'd have to consider that idea. He needed to know about the boyfriend that may or may not exist before thinking about that.[/size][/font][/blockquote][/justify] |
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