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[pavel anzhelo of bulgaria]

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
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Pavel knawed on his bottom lip, cyan eyes staring intently at the page of the book he was assigned to be reading. Quiet little mutterings and noises of books slamming into their respective shelves surrounded him in the nearly silent library. Ever since he first came to Vineheart, he ignored his brother and sister's attempt at trying to get Pavel more social, and basically enclosed himself into the library. He didn't know why the library felt so comfortable, or perfect to him, but he knew that it had something to do with the eternal quietness of it. Usually, he'd never be able to find a place that would be so eerily quiet, and where he could get his work done without any disturbances. Usually he'd have to move every ten minutes in fear for being attacked by one of his siblings. But here, everything just seemed to be more...was perfect the word? Pavel didn't know, exactly. He just knew that he liked it here.

But he did like it at home too. The Bulgarian palace, well, he grew up there so of course he would have a special connection to it. It was home. It was family. It was everything that he remembered and loved. You could even consider it his whole world, since he barely traveled out of the stone walls when he was younger. Come to think of it, he really didn't ever go out into the world, excluding press meetings, and interviews. Vineheart was truly the only other place he had really been. Pavel chuckled, his slightly high pitched voice echoing through the library, muffled with the sounds of book pages flipping, pencils scratching against parchment. It was so peaceful, and perfect, to Pavel. If he could spend his whole life in one room, it'd be the library at Vineheart.


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_{STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: Open
WORDS: 306
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: crappy post, but since it was so long since I last logged in I whipped up a quick post
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[anastasie aurore of france]

Aurore filed into the library, the smell of old books hitting her nose and letting a small smile linger on her face. She silently glanced around the large library. For the most part, everyone was being quiet, aside from the few quiet whispers coming from the people studying together in the corner. She sighed wistfully to herself, her gaze drifting across the rows and rows of books. The little fiction section was tempting as ever, but she averted the direction of her olive eyes away, as she had come here for schoolwork rather than pleasure reading.

The French princess walked down the row where they kept the biographies, running her finger along the book titles until she found the one she was looking for. She plucked the fairly large document off the shelf, then flipped it open to make sure it was what she wanted. Closing it again, she started towards one of the many tables that were scattered around the library. She was about to set her book down when she noticed that she wasn't alone. Aurore brought her eyes up to the boy sitting at the table in front of her, and she tilted her head to the side. "Oh, sorry. You don't mind me sitting here, do you?" She asked, small smile forming on her face as she asked the question.

As she waited for an answer, Aurore scanned the boy's face, wondering if she had ever seen him before. True, he didn't look very familiar, but she just assumed that was either because she was new, or because she hadn't really been out of the dorm much recently. Or, maybe both.
The boy looked about her age, and looked very intent on his reading. She felt a little bad for interrupting, but she figured it may have been worse if she would've just sat down in front of him. She knew lots of people were very concerned about their personal space, and didn't like anyone they didn't know being near them. She wasn't one of those people, but this boy could be.

ATTIRE

[/color] this CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES I hope you don't mind me joining in here:) WORD COUNT three hundred forty eight [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[pavel anzhelo of bulgaria]

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
_{NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW}
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As he glanced up, Pavel saw a blonde girl sitting across from him at the library table he was sitting at. The quiet murmur of the library made quite good background noise, as if they were playing characters in a movie. The clumsy boy Pavel was, he stood up, and almost knocked down the pile of books that he had surrounded himself in. "Ah, no, it's completely fine." He replied to the blonde girl, who seemed slightly familiar to him. Awkward awkward Pavel. He could just smack himself in the face right now for being so weird. She must think that he was completely antisocial and weird.

Well, actually that was true. He had always been the awkward kid in the back of the classroom, with the top grades but never got singled out. He would rather be the kid that everyone ignored than the one that people actually paid attention to. That was his brother and sister's job, the popular boy and girl of the family who always got the attention. Pavel was the in the background, and he liked it that way. He would never want to be the person who was always in the spotlight. That was just too much for him.

Realizing that now she had sat down and he was still standing, Pavel stubbled back towards his seat, running his hands through his curly brown hair and flipped back to the page he was reading. He sped through the next couple of pages, back hunched and nose stuck in the book. Pavel glanced back up at the girl, trying to remember where he saw her from. Your name is Anastasie, right? He asked, finally pipping up to say something. He remembered her distinctively, she was in one of his classes, along with a girl named Constance. Pavel knew that Constance was known for her prankings, so just the fact that if this girl was the youngest French princess and friends with Constance, put him off slightly. Pavel blinked a couple of times, trying to reset his mindset. He really needed to let go a bit and be more accepting of people.


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_{STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: Open
WORDS: 360
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: yayyyy
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[anastasie aurore of france]

Giving him a small smile, Aurore pulled open her book. Inside, she was laughing, not so much at him but rather at how he must be thinking "she thinks I'm clumsy", where as she was really thinking "wow, he's just like me". She began reading her biography, already getting bored with the dry material inside it. She heard her first name, and her head snapped up quickly. "Well, yeah, that's technically my name," She let out a light laugh. "I prefer Aurore. It's my middle name." While she spoke, she was trying to decide what kind of accent he had, and where it suggested he was from.

Upon closer look, she realized she did know him from somewhere. Probably a class they were both in, one she didn't pay much attention to, she supposed. Though his face was familiar, his name was another matter completely. She had a hard enough time placing names and faces, and being fairly new to the school had made it even worse. "Pardon me if this is rude, but I'm terrible with names," She said apologetically. "Remind me again who you are?"

She felt terrible asking him this while he seemed to know lots about her, including her first name, which only her teachers knew so far. To be honest, she always got a bit embarrassed when she had to ask someone their name, because most of the time it happened when she had already met and known the person for at least a week. She always felt bad, because she figured it made the person feel unimportant. As if they weren't important enough to be remembered. This was rarely if ever the reason, and it always made her afraid that other people found her self-obsessed. And, of course, this is practically the opposite of what Aurore really was. A bit obnoxious and forgetful, yes. She was also clumsy and too boyish for her own good. But, never self-obsessed. Those were the kind of people she didn't like, and if she was one of them, she would probably not forgive herself.

ATTIRE

[/color] this CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES xxxx WORD COUNT three hundred fifty six [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[pavel anzhelo of bulgaria]

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Pavel awkwardly chuckled, just being his usual awkward self, and allowed Anastasie/Aurore a small smile, a little vulnerability on his part. He wet his lips self consciously, just an odd thing he did, and gave out another awkward chuckle as she asked him about his name. He didn't blame her, Pavel was just the kind of kid that no one really remembered. Quiet like a mouse, and just snuck around undetected.
Wait, scratch that.
Technically he didn't sneak around. He let other people do that, he wasn't one for pranks, or anything. Most people were surprised, due to the fact of all the pranks he had been exposed to. Pavel didn't mind, he kind of just found them boring.
"Aurore." Pavel said, testing the foreign name on his tongue. "It sounds cool." He paused for a moment, struggling for words to say. He wasn't a good person with words. Let everybody else do the talking, he'd say.

"It's no problem, that you forgot my name. A lot of people forget about my name." Pavel started to blab, words getting out of hand. "My name's Pavel, and it's my first name." He said, trying to relieve the tension that he felt, but probably she didn't feel because Pavel was just over sensitive about everything and didn't make sense of it much. He really ought to actually try and make friends, instead of just pushing everyone away because he thought they would never understand him. It was one of his many goals that he set for himself, but never really managed to achieve. Didn't that happen to everyone? He wanted to think that it did, so he wouldn't feel so underdeveloped and alone, but he was just denying the fact that it was probably just him that didn't achieve a single one of his goals.

He quickly shook his head, ridding himself of his thoughts and smiled back towards Aurore, flipping through his book once more. "Anzhelo Blazhe is my middle name and it wouldn't really work for a first name." He continued, becoming that weird person who just talked on and on and could manage to find a way to connect people not knowing him to how middle names sometimes didn't work to be first names. Good going Pav, good going.


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_{STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: Aurore
WORDS: 391
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Happiness that I actually managed to spit out a somewhat decent post.
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[anastasie aurore of france]

The young French girl gave a chuckle at his blabbering, not really minding it at all. She, herself, often found herself blabbering, usually only when she was talking to someone she was quite comfortable being around. She was also very much used to others blabbering, as they often did it to her, especially when she just met them. Even though it was opposite to what she did, it made sense to her. People blabbed either because they didn't normally talk, or because they didn't have people who would listen. At least, that's what Aurore inferred about people. For all she knew, that was the opposite of what was going on, but that's just what she believed. Lucky for her, she talked a fine amount, and people seemed to listen to what she had to say, so she didn't really need to blab to others. She still liked it when other people blabbed to her, though.

Shaking her thoughts away, Aurore listened to him explain about his name and about how nobody really remembered him, which made her feel a bit guilty. "It's nice to meet you, Pavel." She gave him a short nod and a kind smile. "Hm.. Do you have a nickname?" She asked this with a tilt of the head and a thoughtful look on her face. She liked giving people nicknames, so long as they didn't already have one. It was something about giving them a sense of belonging, because she had always wanted one, but never really had one. As a child, going by Anastasie was a bit tedious, but she always waited patiently for someone to start calling her by a nickname. Something clever, something involving her name, and something personal. But she had never gotten one, so she had finally decided to give herself one. Now, 'Aurore' wasn't exactly "clever" or "personal", but it did involve her name a bit. Her middle name, but that was besides the point. And Aurore would never admit this story to anyone. If confronted with it, she would most likely deny it. Even so, there was always a bit of her that felt obligated to give everyone and anyone a nickname. Call her crazy, but that was just how she operated...

While she waited for Pavel's answer, Aurore flipped the page to her book, skimming through the next paragraph to find something- anything- to put in her upcoming research paper. So far, she hadn't really found anything interesting (not that anything in a research paper was remotely interesting, but you get the point), so she had yet to actually start the paper. That was the main point of this library visit, but so far she was off to a rocky start, deciding to befriend random lurkers that were sitting in there with her. Aurore honestly thought she had ADHD, the way she distracted herself from reading and writing, or doing any type of work really. She sighed to herself, silently wondering if she'd ever get anything done.

ATTIRE

[/color] this CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES xxxx WORD COUNT five hundred five[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[pavel anzhelo of bulgaria]

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The curly browned haired boy looked down at his feet for a little bit, before daring to glance back up at Aurore's face. He remembered all too well the moments where Mira or his mother would blabber on an on about how he should be more confident towards members of the opposite sex, or eventually he'd probably never be able to find someone that would take him for his awkward self. He didn't think that anything would be bad if he never met anyone that really meant anything to him, so he never really gave a second thought about it.

Pavel sighed softly, letting his eyes meet hers and then down at his book again. When she asked him about a nickname, he shuddered a bit in the cold library, remembering the Russian nickname that he had gotten from his siblings. Pasha. It was Russian for cute and adorable, and Pavel would do anything to be called anything else. Preferably in his own language. "Um, I guess," He paused for a moment, wondering whether or not to trust her with the nickname. "I guess you can call me Pav." He said softly, resting his head on his hand, glancing towards her. The nick name of Pav was something quick and easy for his friends to use, and usually could be heard when someone was chasing him and someone called out his nick name to help him find cover.

Pavel glanced back towards his book, letting his hand rest against on the yellowed papers of the book, and started reading the book he was supposed to be reading for one of his classes. Pavel found that he wasn't really interested in the book, so he sighed softly, looking around the library. He loved the library. It was always quiet, and with the soft murmuring of partners working in the library, it was almost like you could take a nap in Vineheart's library. Pavel couldn't help but let a small smile grace his lips, and breathed in deeply, just wanting to absorb everything before he would be leaving the school. He was sure that when he left the school in three, two years, he would always miss this room. Maybe he should be a teacher, and then he'd never have to leave the room. Maybe Pavel should just get a freakishly large collection of books and call it good with his book fetish.


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_{STATUS: Complete
TAGGED: Open
WORDS: 401
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: crappy post, but since it was so long since I last logged in I whipped up a quick post
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}