EVERYTHING IS A-OK! [OPEN]

[corbin aidan allyx]

i'm just a boy with a dream


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Well, the year was almost over – again. That meant only one thing to Corbin; it was time to have a huge celebration and, perhaps not so innocently, hopefully get absolutely wasted. It was probably about seven P.M, so the celebrations at the pier would be in full swing by now.
At the moment, however, the junior was still getting ready. The only part of his outfit he’d decided on so far was a pair of dark skinny jeans – and now he was stood chewing his lip in the middle of his room, staring intently into his closet, in a dilemma of what to wear. The seventeen year old had probably gone through his closet in detail a dozen times in the last fifteen minutes. He just didn’t know what to put on.

Obviously, in his [slightly vain] view, he looked good in anything, but tonight was special; he wanted to look even more attractive than usual. But it looked like soon he’d just have to throw on the next thing he found, because he was running late. Not that he actually had any deadline, but he was planning to get to the pier around seven thirty or so.
Finally, Corbin decided on an outfit. He grabbed a fairly plain t-shirt and quickly threw it on, followed by one of his favourite jackets. The junior then disappeared into his bathroom, emerging a while later with hair straightened and styled.

The seventeen year old boy’s brown eyes were wide and sparkling as he walked down to the pier, where he knew that the New Year festivities would have already begun. The night wasn’t terribly cold, or maybe the biting frosts just couldn’t pierce Corbin’s happiness; he loved the New Year celebrations, and just generally the excitement of a New Year itself. There was no particular reason why, it was just one of his favourite times of the year. Perhaps it was the thought of starting a new year, and having a clean sheet, or perhaps the junior just loved the fireworks and fair rides that accompanied December the 31st.

Arriving at the pier, the boy brushed his newly dyed bangs away from his eyes, gazing in awe at all the lights and fair games. It was pretty stunning, to say the least. The atmosphere was nice and balanced; perhaps slightly darker things were happening elsewhere, but since they were not in view to Corbin the scene seemed perfect.
He slowly started to wander down the pier, Converse shoes hitting the ground evenly. His light humming couldn’t even be heard by himself due to the loud music, whirring machines and tacky fairground music. But that was what great about New Years; you just partied and had a good time. Being unable to hear yourself think was just all part of the fun.

After about a minute’s slow walk down the fairly long pier, Corbin paused again. He leaned against the side of a stall, fiddling with the drawstrings on his jacket and taking a few minutes to absorb his surroundings. He hadn’t arranged to meet anyone here. He didn’t even have a date to ask to go here, which sort of sucked. But, oh well. Something so simple couldn’t dampen his great mood. It didn’t really matter anyway; he figured people from school would be wandering around just like him. And, even if it was somebody he barely knew, he was not going to leave until he got a New Year’s kiss... or more than one, even. The blond junior grinned to himself. His gaze scanned the area, looking for any familiar faces or people that looked interesting.

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words » 605
tags » corbin&ANYONE!
other » outfit
comments » idk if this is any good or not.
anyone can jump into this, though, or more than one person!
lyrics » poppin' champagne [all time low]
listening to » was it something i said?

[favienne gael st. john]

And when I was drowning in that holy water,
All I could think of was you!
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This wasn't Favienne's favourite time of year. It was the time when everyone got drunk and no one knew what was going on. She hated drinking. Absolutely detested it. And she wasn't going to be a part of it. When she'd picked out her outfit for tonight's event (which she was going to so that she could see the fireworks-- it was a childhood obsession), she had been careful to pick a more modest dress, a black one-shoulder, with a gray over-sweater and blue jewelry. It was party-appropriate, but acceptable in her strict moral code as well. In her hand, she carried a Jones vanilla cream soda. It was her favorite thing to drink, and it made her feel better in this place where everyone would be consuming ungodly amounts of alcohol.

Though she had a moral code taught from years of church raising, Favi liked to have fun. She enjoyed going out to the movies and shopping- all those things that girls did together on the weekends. She loved fireworks and the way the night breeze felt. And tonight should be magical. But she had to share the night with herself, because all her college girls had gone to other cities to ring in the new year. She felt alone, but yet independent. She could take this.

This new year would be a good one for her, finishing up her first year of college and (hopefully) going back home to see her family. She would resolve to spend more time with her roomies, and to have a little more fun. She would hope that this year would erase any sins of last year, and start anew. That was what the new year meant, right?

When she reached her final destination, the pier, after an hour of walking, Favi grinned. There were games here and lots of places to go. There were lots of places selling New Year's gear, and she promised herself she'd get some of it before the night was over. It would be fun, right? To sit on the waterside and count the blessings of this year, while watching colourful fireworks explode in joy overhead. What a time that would be. It was then that she saw the rides. With an internal squeal of excitement, Favienne hoped that she had enough money in her little bag for this. This was making her feel like a little girl again, going to the fair to see everything and ride all of the rides they could offer. Those were good days. And she missed her family dearly.

With a fast pace and an unbeatable air of independence radiating from her smile, Favienne made her way down the pier, seeing what there was, and deciding to come back to the rides later. As she walked, she observed all the people here, most of them in groups or couples, and laughed to herself. Despite the alcohol, they were happy. It was the end of December and a year some of them were happy to end. But Favienne was ravishing in her joy. This was incredible. The dark sky was lit by all the fair lights and she looked around again. There was a lone boy there, looking like he didn't have anyone there with him. And she recalled seeing him last year at the school. Maybe she knew him. Walking over, she wondered if this was a bad idea.

"Hello. I think I've seen you around before. You here by yourself?"

Because love is the end.

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STATUS- finished!
TAG- corbin
NOTES- none
LYRICS- Love Is the End - Keane
OUTFIT- here!
JUKEBOX- Round the Bend - Beck

[corbin aidan allyx]

i'm just a boy with a dream


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The first great buzz of the night was wearing off now, and Corbin knew he’d have to find a way to get another wave of happiness again soon. Because, despite the fact that just the mention of the New Year’s Party made him ecstatic, if you were here alone it could quickly become a little dull. There was only so much fun in doing everything by yourself, after all, and the junior was pretty much a people person. He wasn’t planning on spending time by himself tonight, but it looked like things could turn out that way if he doesn’t find somebody soon.

The blond seventeen year old was just about to wander off to find somebody interesting to talk to when he saw somebody approaching him. A girl – quite a pretty one, and probably a couple years older than him. However, she looked pretty sensible and no-nonsense, judging from her clothes which weren’t really wild... perhaps she could be a good friend. Although, there would be no harm in a little teasing flirting, would there? He offered her a smile as she walked over to him, friendliness radiating from his whole stance and expression. Really, Corb loved to talk to people, no matter who they were; if you could hold an interesting conversation, he considered you a good friend.


As she drew nearer, he thought that maybe he vaguely recognised her. Perhaps she was in a different year to him at the school? Or she’d attended at the school? That would coincide with the hunch he had that she was older than him. With an internal shrug, he figured that he could ask her in a minute. She didn’t seem mean in any way though, which was a good sign. He reckoned that she would probably have a pleasant conversation with him, which was exactly what he wanted right now. Although he’d probably have to go his own way after a little while; he intended to party tonight and she didn’t really seem like a party animal.

‘ Hello. I think I've seen you around before. You here by yourself?’
Corbin nodded in response to her question. “Yup. Poor ol’ me, huh?” He grinned, holding out a hand for her to shake. “I’m Corbin. You seem kinda familiar too... Nice to meet you, though. Are you here by yourself?” He flicked his bangs from his chocolate eyes, still smiling, waiting for her to respond to his question. Tonight was going well.

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words » 412
tags » corbin&favi
other » outfit
comments » ughh this is so short and icky! D:
lyrics » poppin' champagne [all time low]
listening to » forever

[favienne gael st. john]

And when I was drowning in that holy water,
All I could think of was you!
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One time, someone had told Favienne a story about what happened at these kinds of events. For some reason, the whole thing evaded Favienne, and she couldn't recall but a few words, something about boys and vodka. But that was that. And Vodka wasn't what Favi was worried about. Actually, that was a lie. It was. She'd been drunk once, when her college buddies made her drunk at a bar party. She woke up the next morning, thank God, in her own bed alone. Her friends had felt bad and brought her back. But alcohol affected her more than it did most people- and her good sense was the first thing to go.

And although she'd said she woudn't have any of it, she might just get a little daiquiri or such. Couldn't be that bad, and she would walk home, just like she'd come. Daiquiris didn't have that much alcohol, right? She'd be okay.

What was she thinking?! This wasn't Favi. This was the party animal trying to break out of a taut, strict life. Oh yes. Under there somewhere was a rebel. But she was buried under years of her parents' strict moral codes. She shared them for the most part, but it was simply her way of trying to live a respectable life. She wanted to be loved for doing the right thing. She wanted to be everyone's friend, and help them live good lives too. But there was simply that part of her that wanted to break the rules and live on the edge- it was what everyone else did. But she just couldn't let it out. Ever.

It was her caged dog.

She cleared her head when the boy spoke. She took his hand and shook it, like she ought to. He offered his name, Corbin, and she smiled cheerfully. "That's a nice name. I swear I've seen you around. I'm Favienne St. John. Favi, if you would. It's what everyone calls me." She heard him out on his return-fire question and shook her head sadly. "Yes, I am. All my friends went out of town for the holidays. It's a real shame, 'cause I was looking forward to having fun here at the festival." She smiled innocently (it was very, very convincing, as she was -more or less- totally innocent) and mindlessly drummed her fingers to the rhythm of the music playing.

"I go to the college here, what about you? I just know I've seen you, and it seems like it wasn't too long ago." She tried to spark conversation, which wasn't her best talent, but she did alright. At times, when talking about something she loved, Favi could rant for hours, but she usually stayed generally quiet and self-kept.

Because love is the end.

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STATUS- finished!
TAG- corbin
NOTES- it's fine ;]
LYRICS- Love Is the End - Keane
OUTFIT- here!
JUKEBOX- 100 Years - Five for Fighting