Forever Peace ~Mr.Heartbreaker~

[helenahorror]

When I hear my favorite Song
I knwo that we belong
Oh you are the Music in me
Yeah its liveing in all of us
And its brought us here becuase
You are the music in me

Helena grabbed her guitar off her bed. She grabbed the note book on her pillow along with her "special" pen. She almost stepped on her cats tail. "Opps sorry Lani." she said to her. she picked her cat up and put her on her bed and kissed her on her head. She walked out of the common room. her guitar swung over her shoulder and her notebook and "special" pen in her hand.

Not knowing were she was going she made her way down towards the Entrance Hall. She knew there were alot of choices to make when she got down there but she still continued to walk down there. She finally got through the small crowd on the stairs. She walked over to a small tunnel that lead to the Enchanted Garden.


She finally got through the tunnel and walked over to the reflecting pool. She sat down on the side and began to write her next song.


(Occ-Sorry if its to short....I'll make it long if you want me to....)

[heartbreaker]

Thats not too bad, but could you please try elaborate your movements more? It makes me have more insparation & muse =] ]

Alex Heartbreaker.
The talk of certain peoples mouths. Some in good ways, some in negative ways. For some human beings Alex was too strange, his voice is too velet-y his smile was too gentle, his eyes were too cold, he was too good looking to be genuine, yet at the same time too amazing. His thoughts were too grousome, and sometimes paranoid. And Alex, was well aware of all this negative and positive public view. It made him smirk, and made his eyes dance with amusement and interest while people spoke of these events to him. Have people really got nothing better to do ?

But he did, to himself, admit he was troubled. He had felt he wasn't alone half of the time, he was being watched by something, and he knew exactly what. His eyes watched every move, his ears fully aware of every movement that had taken place around him. His movements jumpy to those who did any wrong, or caused suspicious acts against him. Sometimes when he thought he heard a shuffle behind him he would turn around fully and walk backwards for a few seconds, to make sure.

Yet why had these creatures not attacked yet if they wanted him tortured? Bitten? Were they teasing him? Or simply waiting for the right moment. Alex tried to stay in public places, too much to his irritation and avoided sneaking out at nighttimes, his plan he was going to do when he arrived here. This made him feel sufficated, enclosed, angry. But maybe it would save him.

He sat outside by the Enchanted Gardens, his surroundings full of blood red roses, his pale skin was pricked by them as he tipped their stems in attempt to pick one off. The blood from his fingers dripping onto the cold dry grass, almost as an attempt to tease them, if they were watching.

Suddenly, he turned his head, to soft guitar playing. Everyone seemed to know guitar around here. A small light smile graced his lips as he watched the dark haired girl play, forgetting his fingertip had been dripping with light dark red blood.

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