hayley- revolving door

[William Andre Dupont]

As usual, William was on his own. It had been a while since he had gotten any alone time, even if it was fleeting. Eula had convinced him to attend a social gathering of some sort. She said there was some “big surprise” that she need to tell him about. Arturo was in on it too, or so he assumed because the first year had been avoiding him like the plague lately. He flipped open his sketchbook and lifted his pencil, he pressed the led against the paper and took one last glance at his subject. An unsuspecting man, probably a Bouscher student, focusing intently on a book; he didn’t even appear to be blinking. He barely got a chance to outline the book before a large mug was placed on the table in front of him.

He looked up and saw Kennis, she winked at him and put a pen behind her ear, it tilted under the weight of her curly, fire toned hair. “Refills are on the house,”

[/b] she added with a smile, it faltered for a second and she looked away. “Call me if you need anything,”[/b] she tossed over her shoulder as she retreated behind the counter. It seemed like everyone on the island was acting weird today.
He shook his head and focused, once again, on the pad in front of him. He immersed himself in his favorite of all hobbies. Though, over the years he had stopped gifting the portraits to his subjects, sometimes it didn’t go over all too well.

He supposed it had something to do with his subject choices, as girls were all too willing to accept his drawings. Men took it as an attack on their masculinity, or so he supposed. He left those thoughts for another day, right now he just wanted to draw.
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[hayley maria miklic]

hayley maria miklic !

Hayley would flick a brown curl away from her eyes, frown larger than usual. Hell, she'd even pull her brows together to make people give her a nasty glance, anything for the audience. A mother pulled her a son away when she saw Hayley walking in her direction, and the girl could only laugh in amusement. '' Oh, you want an encore? Please, you're too nice. ''

[/b]Rolling her eyes at the mother's disgusted look, Hayley turned her attention back to the book she held in her wrists.

~* turn up the lights in here, baby *~

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the story brought her away from reality, something she was dreadfully needing. if her life continues on the way it has for the past few years, she would be debating suicide in a few more. and then someone would call her name, shocked the oh-so sexy hayley miklic was reading a chapter book. that was on of her biggest pet-peeves- people believing movies too much. the popular and pretty weren't always dumb, hayley in fact, was a straight A student, and she certainly took offense when people thought dancers couldn't be perfect in literature.

~* extra bright, i want y'all to see this. *~

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then she'd take a seat in a nearby booth, waiters and waitresses becoming hesitant when looking towards her. what fantastic stunt would she pull this time? how would she prove how much she disliked everyone in here this time? there was nothing she loved more than filling the air with negativity, making others pay for her severe loss. she hadn't always been this way, all frowns and no play. she used to be the brightest girl one could know. but after that accident, well, nobody had really been the same.

~* want you to see all of the lights *~

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william, william dupont? yeah that was his name. he sat across from her, looking as sexy as he did in her spanish class. she'd never really cared to get to know him, but she liked looking at him. that wasn't saying much, considering she observed everyone. but he was different- unique, even. he hadn't ever shown much interest in her, only few glances were given her way when they were forced to be partners in class. it wasn't a crush, hayley maria miklic didn't have CRUSHES, he was attractive, and she wanted to know him. '' william, right? you're the artist, and that'd be the.. handy dandy notebook. ''[/b] she gave a miserable laugh, not finding much humor in her pun. if he didn't already think she was lame, this about did the trick.

~* Cop lights, flash lights, spot lights, strobe lights, street lights
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&& hello, this is hayley miklic ,
&& broken sics-fif-tain times ,
&& muse is a total ten !
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[William Andre Dupont]

”william, right? you're the artist, and that'd be the.. handy dandy notebook.”

[/b] he looked up at this and saw a familiar looking girl. They had Spanish together, or at least he thought they did. He remembered a girl that looked pretty similar, but tan seemed to be part of the dress code on the island. He looked her over briefly, trying not to appear as if he was checking her out. He grinned slightly at her statement that he hadn’t quite been paying attention to and set down his pencil.
“Now if I could only find blue,” he flipped his notebook shut as he spoke and pushed the materials to the side.

He was quiet for a moment, waiting for her to sit before remembering polite society usually required an invitation.
“Oh, please, have a seat, er, Hayley,” he furrowed his brow for a second, hoping that was her name, before mentally shaking the concern away. She’d get over it, if not, he would for the both of them. “Uh, what are you reading?” he asked and nodded toward the book in her grasp, his best attempt at not appearing unapproachable. He leaned back in his chair and waited expectantly for a response.

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[hayley maria miklic]

hayley maria miklic !

She took the seat across from him, her hands fidgeting in her lap. '' Eh, nothing too fancy. 'The Biography of Gregor Mendel'. It.. passes time. '' Her cheeks took on a dark tint of red, her eyes straying away from his gaze. Guys had always found her blushing extremely attractive, but she thought of it as one of her many flaws.

~* turn up the lights in here, baby *~

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~* extra bright, i want y'all to see this. *~

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Hayley twirled a strand of thick, brown curls. She softly hummed a tune, trying not to think of how awkward the silence was. Of course, the silence didn't bother her all too much- it gave her more time to secretly check him out from the corner of her eye. She never knew what to say, and even when she did- what she said was always the wrong thing. Over the years, in fact, she'd given up on starting light conversation with others. She'd just give them one of those pretty smiles, and nod.

~* want you to see all of the lights *~

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Thankfully, a waiter had come. He took away some of the awkwardness, handing her a cup of dull, black coffee. Any other time she would've declined the offer furiously, but straight coffee seemed about as good as gold right now. Hayley sipped on the side of the cup, any little touch of liquid making her lips burn, and she'd yelp. After a few attempts she'd give up, setting it to the side. Her right palm touched her chin, holding her head up. Her left fingers would tap against the wooden table, creating a rhythmic tune. Pushing her chest out more than normal, she gave one of her most seductive looks, a small, flirtatious giggle coming out to go along with it. '' So. '' [/b]

~* Cop lights, flash lights, spot lights, strobe lights, street lights
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&& hello, this is hayley miklic ,
&& broken - times ,
&& muse is a total six !
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