jesus, take the wheel. (dash/thorne)

[THORNE ISABEL LOHRASBE]

Thorne Lohrasbe wasn't really a library type of girl. Probably because her major at St. Thomas Academy had absolutely nothing to do with books in any way, shape or form -- no, music all the way, for her. A girl majoring in music had no need for a library. Especially since she didn't even particularly like books. But she had been bored -- beyond bored. So here she was.

And besides, the quiet bugged her. Unless, of course, she wanted it to be completely quiet, aside from the rustling of pages and hushed whispers. Which was rare, to be honest. One finger on her left hand trailed along, picking up a little bit of dust that hadn't been cleaned away in God only knew how long.

Some hearts, they just get all the right breaks... God, she wished that the librarian wasn't in the next aisle at that particular moment, because she could have gotten away with humming her own songs to herself. But for now, at least, Thorne was stuck with the words running through her mind like some kind of never-ending slideshow. Some hearts have the stars on their side, some hearts, they just have it so easy, some hearts just get lucky sometimes...

She scanned the titles before her, head tilted sideways so as to read them better. Would any of them interest her today? No, probably not. She was only killing time before she had to go to her next class. She glanced at the clock at the end of the aisle. God, she had an hour and a bit to go. Joy to the world... Wandering along the aisles of books, she turned around the corner of a shelving unit and smack! Ran into somebody. Great. Just great.

Smiling apologetically, albeit uncharacteristically for her -- she was more than a little guarded -- she said, "Sorry about that... I should have been watching where I was going."

tagged; anybody!
word count; three thirty five
wearing; this little outfit here
muse; jesus, take the wheel (carrie underwood)
notes; the song she's sing-thinking is "some hearts" by carrie underwood -- but it's like an original because she is carrie underwood. :P

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[DASH NICHOLAS JOHNSON]

Dashiel Johnson was not a library type of guy. In fact, he stayed away from the dusty place as much as humanly possible for the most part. He loathed reading when he didn’t have to for some obscure class. Being in acting meant that it happened occasionally. He didn’t realize that acting wasn’t just training for TV and movie acting, it was stage acting too, which meant reading up Shakespeare and other random ass plays he couldn’t be bothered with. But if he wanted an inheritance from his dad he had to keep his grades up and get somewhere with his life. Whatever that meant… He tossed a book over his shoulder, letting it thump at an odd angle on the table behind him.

He had some lame assignment on a skit that he had to do himself. Monologue, that’s what he was told time in and time out what it was called. So he was looking for a decent one, preferably something easy to relate to, therefore easy to memorise and maybe a little enjoyable. He wasn’t holding his breathe however. After a moment more of searching he grunted, turning away from the shelf, leaving the mess of books behind him. He’d find something on the internet, it had to be easier then looking through lame ass library. Besides, his acting coach never said anything against using movies… He was already going through war speeches and shit that he knew from movies. There were way more in that area of his brain then books and plays.

He shifted his gaze around before pulling a cigarette from behind his ear. He said he was quitting. Bloody lie that was, he was trying… Some days. He definitely wasn’t allowed to smoke in the library but like that vulture of a librarian scared him, hell he intimidated her just by walking in with his ‘kid that has never read a book in his life’ vibe. However, for his own sanity of not getting his ear ranted off he didn’t light it, just let it hang from his lips. He turned around a shelf only to grab his stomach as someone collided with him. He grunted a little, stepping back to glower at the girl. “Yeah, you should have.” was all he retorted to her apology. He rubbed the spot where she hit him, furrowing his brows. “Watch where you’re going next time, would you?” He stated then blinked. The jolt had caused him to drop his cigarette. Which now lie broken under on converse-clad foot. “Fanatastic…” He growled, leaning over to pick it up.

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CREDITS: moi.
TAG: Thorne.
SONG: Young, 3OH!3.
WORDS: 435.
NOTES: n/a

[THORNE ISABEL LOHRASBE]

A grunt. A grunt? Yes. From the sounds of it, she'd run into a guy. As she got her balance back, Thorne heard said guy mumbling angrily, "Yeah, you should have." Looking up, she saw a rather cute guy -- there were too many of these here. Only he was glaring at her with his pretty brown eyes. "Watch where you're going next time, would you?"

She opened her mouth to reply in some unkind fashion that she usually had a tendency to speak in, but he was going on, still angrily. She couldn't see his eyes anymore; they were cast down at his Converse and he was leaning down, mumbling something sarcastic as he picked up an unlit cigarette from the ugly grey carpeted floor. So he was a smoker. Ugh.

Thorne ran her fingers through her currently wavy blonde hair, raising one eyebrow at him; he was taller than her, as were most guys she met. Definitely cute, she decided in that split second as he straightened up again -- but it wasn't like she was going to get into anything here. Friendship was useless. They were all going to leave, somehow, and it would be her fault, as usual.

"You know, usually when someone apologizes to you, you say something like, 'Oh, don't worry about it' or 'Oh, no, I'm sorry,'" she snapped, returning his icy cold gaze. "Oh, and by the way -- how stupid can you get? Smoking in a library? Surrounded by all this very flammable paper?" It didn't matter at that particular moment that the cigarette in his hand wasn't even lit. For all she knew, he could have been about to light it. "That's smart, I'm sure." She rolled her eyes.

This was how Thorne Isabel Lohrasbe worked. She put up walls and nobody could break them down.

tagged; dashiel, aka the guy with the coolest name ever
word count; three oh seven
wearing; this little outfit here
muse; dog days are over, florence + the machine
notes; hooray for threading!

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[DASH NICHOLAS JOHNSON]

Dash’s eyebrows shot up instantly at the response that was snapped at him. After her looks and apology he’d had the chick pegged as a quiet, shy, nice girl. Definitely wasn’t expecting some attitude right back at his face. Short. But then again, compared to him almost everyone was short… Even the guys. He was some sort of giant teen of doom. He glanced her over and shrugged mentally. She was pretty, sure but not his type, not in the least. Blondes were something he was not interested in. Brunettes were cute, redheads too, but blondes? Definitely didn’t raise his flag… Figuratively and literally. Still he blinked slowy in surprise, even after she snapped at him he somehow expected her to morph into that perfect little sweetheart he’d thought she was. Nope, didn’t happen.

“Yeah, well you also walked into me. And that’s not okay because that’s a smoke down the drain thanks to you. They ain’t cheap you know.” He informed her with a scoff, rolling his eyes. He met her icy glare with his own stony one, looking down without even the slightest self concern. Nope, he was fully letting a more hostile look flood his eyes. Sure, he wasn’t going to do anything, but hell, he was ticked at her. She ran into him, caused the death of the only cig he had on his person at the moment and now was giving him lip? Hell no. Dashiel Johnson didn’t take bullshit from anyone, little catty blondes included.

“Look sister, this might be a new idea to you and all. But to actually burn down a library or have a smoke it needs to be lit. Clearly, this one wasn’t lit. So don’t you call me stupid.” He growled at her, lifting the cig to her eye level. “See? Perfectly not on fire. Who’s smart in this situation?” Sure, that wasn’t the most mature response. But who ever said that Dash was mature? He never claimed it.

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CREDITS: moi.
TAG: Thorne.
SONG: Young, 3OH!3.
WORDS: 333.
NOTES: n/a

[THORNE ISABEL LOHRASBE]

The guy's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hair as he stared back at her. Right. She'd bet anything that he hadn't been expecting Thorne to say anything bitchy to him. His eyes swept over her from head to toe while he searched for something to say. She kept the icy look on her face as she waited.

"Yeah, well, you also walked into me," he said finally. "And that's not okay, because that's a smoke down the drain, thanks to you. They ain't cheap, you know." He rolled his eyes, and Thorne had to refrain from doing the same.

"Maybe you should quit," she suggested coldly. "Smoking is bad for you." What smoker was so stupid that they didn't know that? All through elementary school and then even into middle school -- don't smoke, kids. It kills you, in the long run. A million assemblies and guest speakers telling all these children how just one smoke could take off however many days, she couldn't remember, of life. And how anyone who wanted to start smoking must have some kind of death wish. Oh, Thorne was sure that it wasn't as horrible as everybody made it out to be; but there had to be some truth in all that, right?

"Look, sister," he snapped, mirroring the expression on her face. He was pissed now, too. What did she care? "This might be a new idea to you and all... but to actually burn down a library or have a smoke, it needs to be lit. Clearly, this one wasn't lit. So don't you call me stupid." He moved so fast here that she thought he was going to hit her; but he was only holding his precious cigarette in front of her eyes, much too close for comfort. Still, Thorne didn't step back. "See? Perfectly not on fire. Who's smart in this situation?"

She raised one eyebrow slightly as she stared back at him, trying to ignore the stupid cigarette because if she looked at it, she'd go cross eyed, and that had always hurt her eyes. She wasn't even going to attempt to comment on the smart/stupid issue. It wasn't as if she actually cared. "So you just go around carrying an unlit cigarette, just for the hell of it?" If he wasn't going to actually smoke the thing, what was the point in spending so much money on it?

tagged; dashiel, aka the guy with the coolest name ever
word count; four oh one
wearing; this little outfit here
muse; cold as you, taylor swift
notes; sorry for the delay... :P

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