Literary Beauty

You know how well-written stories can seem to come to life? Well.... I can actually bring them to life. Sort of. (RP Blog for Brave New World)

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] There is a fantasticly messed up and time consuming reason for that. [TEXT] Besides, my tutor's been MIA, so it's not my fault :P

[Text] Good to know that you simply can't survive without me [Text] I suppose I can't help being this amazing :)))

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] Oh I've missed you horribly. [TEXT] You okay?

[Text] I'm good :) Just been busy with the study group [Text] SPEAKING OF! [Text] I know your marks have been slipping [Text] Rumour has it, you're never in class :P

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] Hi Ille :) [TEXT] You up to much?

[Text] Not really... [Text] Missed me, have you? :D

[soldierofsteel-blog]

Brazen Return // Lucas & Illyeana // V7 W3 Saturday Afternoon

[literaryillyeana]

“You don’t– You can’t–” she sputtered, looking up at the man in utter disbelief. “Why?” she asked finally, vehemently throwing her arms up into the air. “Why?” It wasn’t enough that he had just magically appeared with what seemed like absolutely no warning or anything, but to look at her as if nothing had changed, at all? To act as if they were the same Lucas and Illyeana who had started school and had been through so much together was unreal. She couldn’t believe it. 

“How dare you?” Ille breathed, narrowing her eyes at him. “How COULD you, Lucas, KNOWING that I needed you here? I may have not remembered what I needed to, but it all worked out in the end and you WEREN’T here for me! You left.” Folding her arms across her chest, she shook her head slowly and tapped her foot impatiently against the ground. “Do you even have an excuse?” 

[let-the-flames-rise-blog]

Chemistry Time// Illyeana and Ella// V7 W3//Late Wednesday Morning

[let-the-flames-rise-blog]

“My rationale, Illyeana, is that this is my classroom. And by that I mean that I am a pyro with a temper, so I have made sure. from day one. that this room have special water systems that have been set up to quickly, and efficiently, put out any flames larger than 2 feet. That and well since I am a pyro, I have the abilities to manipulate the flames, to prevent any huge explosions. I have made this experience so nothing with actually explode, but the chemicals that can be used with fire to explode will ignite, but not explode.” Ella said very matter of factly “ and thanks. Most students would keel at the idea of talking to me that way, but in reality I am not all that much older than you guys. It’s nice not to be treated like I’m some high, stuffy adult.”

[literaryillyeana]

“Alright, alright, alright, damn,” Illyeana acquiesced, rolling her eyes. “I get that this is the ‘Professor Johnson show,’ chill. You just wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve seen, seriously. “ Observing the woman in a new light, Ille smiled wryly. “You might come in handy, so I’m not going to fuck with you, but don’t push me too far. My talents may not lie with fire, but that doesn’t make me less of a threat,” she warned, quirking an eyebrow again. “And right, you’re not a high, stuffy adult, but you’re still an adult. I wouldn’t trust most of you as far as I could throw you.” And with that, she slipped her goggles back on and turned back to her lab parter, effectively dismissing the professor in front of her.” 

[broken-but-optimistic]

Have a Happy Ending || Ink || V7 W3 Thursday Evening

[broken-but-optimistic]

“Oh, I see how it is-” Hank couldn’t help but grin as he followed behind Illyeana into her room. “I’ll never mean as much to you as food. It’s fine, I understand.” Pouting, Hank wandered into the room and dropped down to sit on her bed, noting the extra stuff on the other side of the dorm. 

“Hey, you got a roommate again? What’s that, number 6?”

[literaryillyeana]

“You know exactly what you mean to me,” Ille retorted, rolling her eyes at Hank’s words. “But it isn’t often I get to spend a night relaxing with junk food. Oh, and I guess with my wonderful boyfriend who will do anything to make me happy,” she laughed, bounding over to him and smacking a kiss on his cheek. “But if you want to be a baby, at least let me enjoy the food before you bring me down.” Sticking her tongue out at him, she dug through the bag and pulled out the movies, gesturing with them to the other side of the room. “Eh, number four or five, I think. She’s sweet, we played fashion show yesterday,” Ille answered, waggling her eyebrows playfully at him. “What’re we watching tonight?” 

[let-the-flames-rise-blog]

Chemistry Time// Illyeana and Ella// V7 W3//Late Wednesday Morning

[let-the-flames-rise-blog]

Ella’s demeanor quickly changed in that moment. “Oh that’s right, because you already know what chemicals do explode right, because you’re the expert here, correct? I mean, explosions are only destructive, right? They can’t potentially save your damn life or anything. Because you always have your weapon, right? You’ll never drop it, it will never get broken in a fight, correct? You always have it by your side. I forgot that you’re the one who went through school to actually become a chemist and learn how they can help you. I forgot that you’ve already passed your training and have been able to survive on you’re own. I forgot that you’re the one who will know how fiery explosions can save your life more than anyone else. Oh wait! That’s not you, that’s me. I don’t know what your issue is, Illyeana, but I suggest that you get yourself in check before we see a real explosion!”

[literaryillyeana]

“Hmmm,” Ille sniffed, narrowing her eyes at the professor. “Not bad, Professor.” Raising her eyebrows, she suddenly grinned up at the woman. “Most people wouldn’t know how to deal with that reaction, but I’m impressed.” Sobering quickly, she shook her head again and made a face, wrinkling her nose delicately. “Yes, I can acknowledge that I don’t know chemical science to the extent that you do, but you can’t deny the very real dangers that could arise, especially in this school. We, the students, are a bit unpredictable, much like these chemicals. So what is your rationale for putting already dangerous students in even more danger?” 

[broken-but-optimistic]

Have a Happy Ending || Ink || V7 W3 Thursday Evening

DVDs, popcorn and drinks in his bag, Hank made his way through the halls towards his girlfriend’s dorm. With the sudden departure of Rhys, he didn’t really know what he was gonna do with himself- though it was less awful than when Nathan had left. 

Knocking quickly on the door, Hank stood outside Ille’s room and waited for to answer.

[literaryillyeana]

“Coming,” Ille called from across the room, closing her journal and slipping from the window seat to replace it in her bookshelf. Smoothing down her skirt, she moved over to the door and flung it open, grinning at her boyfriend. “Hellooo,” she sang, moving forward and hugging him tightly in greeting. “Ooooh, food,” Ille giggled, releasing him and reaching for his bag, completely ignoring him in favour of the snacks he had brought. 

[kata-x]

Not Stealing || Kata & Illyeana || V7 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

[kata-x]

Stepping backwards, Kata blinked a couple times in confusion. Her roommate didn’t even seem angry, but that didn’t make any sense. Surely an attempt to take something that wasn’t hers should create some animosity. But apparently not… 

“I, um, I’m not really very sure.” She admitted, curling a strand of hair around her finger whilst she surveyed the clothes in front of her. It wasn’t as though she’d ever had an option before, the only clothes she owned had been picked by her mother. “I don’t want to impose…” She also really didn’t want to strip in front of who was essentially a stranger- her talk with the doctor that morning making her fairly self-conscious of her emaciated body. 

[literaryillyeana]

“If it were an imposition,” Ille retorted, moving to the pile and picking up a topmost dress, “I’d have said.” Humming quietly, she held the dress up against herself and fluffed out the hem before bouncing over to Kata and grinning brightly. “Try this. I won’t take no for an answer,” she continued, waving the dress wildly and pressing it into her roommate’s hand. “And hurry! We’ve a lot to get through and not a lot of time to do it in.” 

Dancing over to Kata’s wardrobe, she flung the doors open and quickly spun back around to face the other girl. “How attached are you to what you’ve got already, exactly?” Ille asked, making a face. “I mean, we can keep them, if you’d like, but I think we need to make some major changes. And soon.” Nibbling on her bottom lip, she observed Kata for a moment. “I can’t really tell very much about you just from what you’re wearing... but that’ll soon be fixed.” Turning back around to face Kata’s clothing, she said, “Stop wasting time, put the clothes on!” 

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] Not sure where you think I'll get the money for all that [TEXT} But of course I'll provide :P [TEXT] See you soon!

*Read*

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] Happy ending, got it :)

[Text] And popcorn. 

[Text] And candy.

[Text] And drinks lol

[let-the-flames-rise-blog]

Chemistry Time// Illyeana and Ella// V7 W3//Late Wednesday Morning

Ella cleared her throat to get her class’s attention “Okay guys so today we are going to do a lab about how chemicals react to flames.” She went on to explain the steps of the lab. “Now I want you all to break into groups and start.” As the class started working Ella began to walk around when she saw someone with their hand raised “Can I help you?” she said as she walked over"

[literaryillyeana]

“Yes,” Ille answered, sneering up at the woman. “Could you explain, please, who allowed you to instruct us on such volatile methods when most of us are armed with weapons of our own?” To be fair, it wasn’t the teacher’s fault that she was in such a bad mood. No, it was Henry’s. That blasted, buggering, imbecile of a man, who had completely ruined her morning by making a scene in the library, was obviously responsible for her current demeanour. Not even being around Hank made her feel any better, though he had most certainly tried. 

“Really,” she continued, her tone growing sharper, “we should be learning how to protect ourselves from danger, not learning how to create it! It’s perfectly fine if a chemical doesn’t have an explosive reaction, but what about the ones that do?” She shook her head and reached up to remove the protective goggles before folding her arms across her chest defiantly. “No, thank you, Professor.” 

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] Any preference of movies? Or do I get to pick?

[Text]... Surprise me 

[Text] But there has to be a happy ending !

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] But I'm really lazy tooooooo [TEXT] Fine. [TEXT] See you soon :P

[Text] :)))) [Text] Bring a movie or two :D

[literaryillyeana]

[TEXT] Hey! Rhys just left and now I'm lonely. [TEXT] Come keep me company?? :)

[Text] Why don't you come here?[Text] I'm too lazy ;)

[literaryillyeana]

[kata-x]

Not Stealing || Kata & Illyeana || V7 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

[kata-x]

Biting her lip, Kata looked over at her roommate guiltily whilst shuffling awkwardly on her feet. Illyeana didn’t seem mad, but with things like this, Kata was still expecting some kind of punishment. Why did she even think she could get away with it? 

“I’m really very sorry.” She mumbled, watching Illyeana carefully, waiting for the blow to hit. The fact that Ille seemed to be offering to help was inconsequential to the worry of the penance.

[literaryillyeana]

“Yes, yes, I know you are,” Ille answered, waving a hand impatiently. “Luckily for you, I’m in a good mood today.” Reaching forward and grabbing her roommate’s wrist, she pulled the other girl toward her and gestured towards the pile of clothing stacked on her bed. “Now, tell me,” Illyeana began brightly, eyeing Kata and tapping a finger against her chin, “what styles are you looking for? What exactly are you trying to find that you don’t own?”

Backing away and walking speculatively around her roommate, Ille hummed quietly to herself. “You’re very pretty, y’know,” she said suddenly, grinning over at Kata. “But you do need some new clothes, it’s true. Now, I may be a bit shorter, but I’ve some things that will probably look better on you, just because you’ve the legs to pull them off.” Facing Kata again, Ille planted her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow expectedly at the girl. “Well, come on then. Strip! We’ve got clothes to try on!”