Finn O'Neill
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I was roaming around. I was looking down and all I see.
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Post by Finn O'Neill on Nov 4, 2012 13:22:00 GMT -5
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Pardon? He said to her, his Irish accent hoarse with lack of sleep as he pulled off his head phones.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The librarian paused as she peered down at his History homework, where only questions answered were his name and period. "Some of the students have come to me with complaints of excess noise coming from you."
Finn knew better than to argue with her; rumor was that she could go from grumpy librarian to crazy monkey in two minutes. Nodding, he said Yes ma'am, and he began to pack up his school work that was scattered around the table that Finn had occupied. The librarian looked as though she wanted to say anything else but she nodded back curtly to him before spinning around and walking to her desk. He sighed before pocketing his I-Pod, shouldering his bag, and grabbing the handle of his guitar case which had been under the table. He pretty much carried his guitar around anywhere, using any free time to practice. Finn supposed he could just go work in his dorm or something. He had meant to get all of his school work done but naturally, he now realized that music outweighed the exportation of middle aged Europe any day.
Finn headed out of the library, seeing some empty benches up head. He got to an unclaimed one and dumped his stuff on one side. He unlatched his case, done with homework for a while. Finn pulled out on of his most prized possessions, his guitar that he had found in an Indian Antique shop out in Arizona when he was living with his Aunt. He fitted the strap around his neck before kicking the case open. Don't call him a beggar but Finn could use the money that some students would toss him. He began to strum quietly before getting his rhythm and starting to bring out the melody. Today he was going pure acoustic, as in no singing. Finn had gone to bed late last night, on account of cramming for a English test this morning. The result was a rough throat that closely sounded like a dying frog.
Some quarters were thrown into his case and Finn looked up at the thrower. It was a very pretty girl; she smiled at him before rejoining her group of high labeled bag carrying friends who were a few steps away from her. Finn dropped his gaze quickly and just focused on his playing. Yeah this school had a bunch of pretty girls but no one had exactly caught his eye. They all seemed too obnoxious for his taste, too rich and too self-centered. A dollar bill floated down into his case and Finn looked up to see the giver. |
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Post by Freya Cullen on Nov 4, 2012 13:51:57 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 222 ( TAGGED ) finn ( STATUS ) ICOMPLETE Looks like you need some money. What for? Freya asked, adverting her gaze from the dollar bill she had dropped into his guitar case to the blonde boy in front of her. She stayed behind the edge of the bench, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, having noticed when Nicole had dropped a mere couple of quarters in to the guitar case. Of course, a dollar wasn't much better, but honestly, it was the only thing she had and could afford. Most of her money was spent when she visited her brother back in Essex and she got mugged by some random guy in a ski mask when she and Rowen were out in the dodgy area of Harlow. But it was a fun moment, which was what really mattered.
She turned to smile at the boy again, giving him a little grin to boost his confidence. I'm Freya. She said, holding her hand out for him to take. And you? Freya asked, propping herself up on elbows and playing a bit with her brown curly hair. She was curious to see this boy, he was definitely attractive enough, and didn't seem to be fazed by the insane amounts of girls with too much makeup and fancy clothes that didn't matter. A change from the usual. any and all notes can go here [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Finn O'Neill
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I was roaming around. I was looking down and all I see.
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Post by Finn O'Neill on Nov 4, 2012 14:03:18 GMT -5
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He shook her head back. Finn. He replied back simply to her. Finn detected a British accent and decided to ask Freya about it. You from out of country also? He grinned again. It was nice to meet another 'foreigner' at this school. There wasn't much, too be honest. Most of the students here were from the general New England area, with a few from other states in America. |
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Post by Freya Cullen on Nov 10, 2012 18:36:11 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 161 ( TAGGED ) finn ( STATUS ) complete Freya nodded, sympathizing with blonde boy. Good choice. I have a feeling we all hate it here. She paused slightly, glancing over to gauge his reaction. He seemed like an awfully sweet boy, and she could probably get along with him. For one, he was a male, so he wasn't prone to excessive mood swings, which was always good. That was one of the key reasons Freya didn't get along with some people more than others. It wasn't really her fault, she just wasn't the type to play well with others.
She had to smile a little when she heard his accent, a small hint of an Irish accent in his voice. Yeah, I'm hailing from Essex. It's nice to meet you Finn. Where are you from? Freya asked, taking this oppurtunity to move from her spot from behind the bench to next to him, taking her hair and letting it rest over her shoulder, and turned to look at Finn again. i'm sorry this is so short i couldn't think of anything [/td][/tr][/table] [/center][/quote] |
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Finn O'Neill
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I was roaming around. I was looking down and all I see.
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Post by Finn O'Neill on Nov 12, 2012 0:12:55 GMT -5
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"Yeah, I'm hailing from Essex. It's nice to meet you Finn. Where are you from?" Ah he had heard of there. Finn couldn't quite put his finger on it but he guessed to himself that one of his cousins might had been there. Finn couldn't be sure, as he pretty much had cousins coming out of his ears. I'm from Ireland. Finn said bluntly, as if his accent said otherwise. But Carlingford, County Louth, if you wanted to be more specific. |
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Post by Freya Cullen on Nov 20, 2012 21:44:54 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 221 ( TAGGED ) finn ( STATUS ) complete she shrugged at him, laughing at his words. "i see, good choice in words." she couldn't help but giggle at him, freya's simple giggle starting to turn into a loud mouth snort. she tried her best to avoid using the loud snort, but sometimes it just came out when she thought something was funny. freya finally managed to cover her hand over her mouth, blue and white polka dotted nails covering her pink lips. "i'm sorry, love. sometimes i laugh oddly." she couldn't help but say, not even knowing why she was laughing.
ireland, you say? i have a pen pal over in ireland," freya said, thinking of an old friend she had when she was younger. her brother was thinking of going to college over there, but the family limited him to the united kingdom. freya and rowen's family was always very over protective of them, but in both freya and rowen's minds it was more of a belt buckling strap in family. freya rid her mind of those thoughts, briefly shaking her head and smiling back towards finn. she said it always looked so pretty, all the time. i've never been there though. it's a dream of mine to go travel the world, though, when i'm older so i really hope i get there sometime in the future. freya said dreamily, drifting into a haze of a dream that lingered only slightly. i'm sorry this is so short i couldn't think of anything [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Finn O'Neill
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Post by Finn O'Neill on Dec 6, 2012 21:52:15 GMT -5
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"She said it always looked so pretty, all the time. I've never been there though. It's a dream of mine to go travel the world, though, when i'm older so i really hope i get there sometime in the future." Freya said to Finn, regarding her penpal in Ireland. It's beautiful over there. Finn spoke, thinking about his hometown. Absolutely breathtaking. He added on, a little softer in his tone. Truth be told, Finn missed Ireland dearly. He didn't quite fit in with these Americans, yet he wasn't much better off in Ireland, where the blonde boy was all but banished from his house.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Dec 13, 2012 19:21:52 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 276 ( TAGGED ) finn ( STATUS ) complete freya smiled at him, blushing slightly at his use of words. whenever she was called babe it was either by her drunken college aged cousins or by random guys on the street. never had she really been called babe in a sentimental way. it was a simple word, but it had so many meanings to so many different people. this boy was adorable, absolutely adorable, but freya couldn't help but feel like there was something else to dig up from underneath his skin. whether it was like a smudge of lipstick that could be wiped away easily or as dangerous as a nuclear weapon, freya didn't mind, she would find it out. she was a bit determined like that.
when they found themselves on the topic of ireland, she couldn't help but look down a bit, thinking of the only contact she had out of her family. darn the cullens. in britain, when they were known, they were known for their strong wills and determination. that was probably the only good trait she got from her family, otherwise everything about them, freya could really live without. too annoying. she hated her family. as long as she had her rowen, she was good. "Breathtaking, huh?" she said quietly, grinning with her usual little smugness bratty self. "What I wouldn't give to get out of here and go to Ireland." she sighed softly, glancing down to the empty guitar case. "When we're both out of here, we should ditch the land of the free and go to ireland." freya said, not noticing finn's reaction anymore. too caught up in her own thoughts. very happy i have a reply [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Finn O'Neill
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I was roaming around. I was looking down and all I see.
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Post by Finn O'Neill on Dec 19, 2012 20:50:34 GMT -5
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