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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jun 24, 2008 18:10:38 GMT -8
Jade sighed softly as she walked down the third corridor halls, that could lead to many of the rooms, or the Griffindor Common Room. Those where not her destination though. No, she needed a place to work, and a hidden corner of the Third Corridor was her destination. When she found her lovely corner, she slipped down the wall and sat down. She pulled out her journal and began to write once more. The day seemed cold for the lonely girl. A girl that had no family, no life to love. She saw no self to live, but someone was always trying to stop her. Even if they don't mean it, they seem to save her from her suffering, at least for a moment, until she is done again.
This girl was once very beautiful. You would have thought so, but now she is ragged, slow, and very wary. Nothing like the old self that she had, which was still in her memory. Maybe thats the reason why she couldn't give up on life when someone also gave her a chance. Jade stopped writing and sighed. She read through what she wrote, before she put her pencil down and tried to think of a name for this girl. Where was this story going to go. She didn't know yet. Soon she came up with a name, and began to write again. This girl was nothing like any other girl. She had a gift. Had. This girl now does not have it. She lost it, when she tried to get rid of her life. Now you are probably wondering what this girls name is. Her name...Jade. She has no last name, or so she doesn't remember her last name.
This story is of this girl, and her journey to finally find who she is, and finally find a family. A family that will care for her, no matter who she is. Jade will always be Jade...Jade will always be Jade... Jade placed her pencil down and read. She couldn't believe she used her own name. After thinking about it, she decided it would be for the best and she smiled. She rested her head on the wall behind her, and closed her eyes.
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Post by Matt Forrester on Jun 25, 2008 17:56:09 GMT -8
Matthew sat at his desk in the huge publishing office.He could see everything from where he sat.The small cubicles, the messy desks, and even the main desk the recipient sat at.He was the the head editor at a publishing company.He had the privilege of sitting right next to the publishers office.If she needed a good story, or felt that she wanted a really good review she went to him.All though there were others she gave jobs to as well, and they weren't half bad.She however had loved the results that she always seemed to get with Matthews work.In fact that is what the publisher wanted today.Something great, new and out reaching.
"Hey Matt, I need you to do a story.I want you to go find aspiring writers, and with whatever find write me a story, hard hitting, and showing the world what a good editor sees.I don't care how you do it, as long as they are aspiring and new.Even if they are not that good that will make a great story I think.Something like 'Are these the future writers of the world.'kinda thing.Also if you could edit this."She smiled at his silence.She knew he would mind doing this for her.
Matt looked at the time as soon as she had left.He needed to get to school, or he would be late for his classes.He got up and gathered his things in his book bag and left.He felt a bit rushed but that was ok, he apperated to hogsmead, as that was the fastest way he had found to get to Hogwarts in a hurry.He started to run, and ran all the way to the castle in good time.As he started to go up the stairs, hoping to make it in time.He went up the different levels of the castle, making his way to the seventh floor, when he practically ran over a girl with her eyes closed.
He had stopped though just in time, as he was used to looking at everything rather then listening like most did.He looked at her for a few moments.Then took out a pad of paper from his bag.He quickly wrote a small, well diverse note.
Miss, If I waits in the middle of the corridors, it is hard for another get get passed when they are in a hurry to get to their classes.It would be much obliged if you could simply move to somewhere to which one could pass with more ease.I don't mean to sound mean, but I am in a hurry, so I will make this quick.Please next time don't block the way for someone who is simply running around the corner,I nearly fell over you.
Thanks, Matthew
He decided to leave only his first name,As that didn't take as long to write, and after all he was still in a hurry.He set it on her book, and tapped her shoulder.He waited for a few minutes for her to open her eyes, then pointed to the note.He then took off once more.Hoping to get to his classes in time.
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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jun 25, 2008 18:18:29 GMT -8
Jade began to fall faster asleep not realizing that she would be late to class. She also didn't realize that she would be late for class. Jade just ignored the world and kept her mind closed so she could think clearly. She would try to figure out what to put on her story. A sigh escaped her lips as she slept.
A tap happened to wake her up. It took her a little bit to wake up, before she opened her eyes. She saw that there was a boy there, and when he pointed she looked down at the note. Jade stared at it, before she looked up but the boy had already run off. She picked the note up and read it.
"Thank you..." she whispered softly, before she put the note in her pocket and got up. She stared down at her watch and her eyes widened. Jade realized she was late for class. She was in such a hurry, that her journal slipped out of her grasp and fell on the floor. She didn't notice it was gone, until she got into the classroom, but it was already to late to go get it.
When she got into the classroom she pulled out her favorite magazine and quickly went to the article she had been reading earlier. It was from her favorite editor/writer ever. She loved everything that he edited and wrote. She one day wished that she could meet him. She doubted that day would come though. But every day that she got the magazine, she was very happy. She couldn't wait till the next one came out.
Jade began to read her favorite article ignoring the voices around her. Sometimes she almost wished she wouldn't have to hear them, but then again, she didn't want anything to happen. Jade just kept in her area that she usually placed as her own area and continued to read, getting more and more into the article.
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Post by Matt Forrester on Jul 2, 2008 8:46:14 GMT -8
Matthew was glad that he was not late, as he walked in a took a seat.He took out his notebook and quill and started to write everything the teacher said.He sighed however when the teacher turned away.He didn't like it when people turned away form him,so he couldn't tell what they were saying.He knew though that he could always talk to the teacher later, or read what was in the book.That was how he had gotten by so far.
As class finished up, he gathered his things and waited for the teacher to dismiss them.He wasn't quite sure as to what to do.He figured though he would figure it out as later though.He walked down the hall sighing as he went.He was headed down the same hall, to which he had almost tripped over a girl, when he saw her notebook.He remember it to be hers as she had been writing in it when they had met.
He picked it up, and flipped through it, in hopes to find her name.If he couldn't find her again he would give it to a teacher.he stopped walking though for a few minutes as he read a few of the pages.He shook his head, he couldn't believe she was attempting to write.He found many things wrong.Most of which her words were not at all descriptive.He decided to go to the publishing office, so he could read some more and take a few notes.He closed the book and headed to Hogsmead, where he apperated to the office.
When he got there he sat down, and poured over it more.He thought as to how he could use this, and how he write this article right.As he sat there though it came to him.He could choose someone who was well versed and a great writer, then someone who wasn't as well versed or the best writer.He could get an inside look to their lives, and who they are.He liked this idea, though he hoped he could find the right words and way of doing it.
Before he closed the book he wrote on one of the pages,Matthew Forrester Text me 555-3323.He made his way out and back to the school.He headed straight for the great hall to get something to eat, and edit the manuscript he had been given.He sat down and took it out, and started to read, unaware of anything else around him.
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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jul 2, 2008 9:23:25 GMT -8
Jade read through the magazine as the teacher talked. The teacher droned and droned and she soon got bored on what he was saying. Jade closed the teacher out of her mind, already knowing what he was saying and continued with the magazine. She was amazed on how well this guy wrote. She liked to learn how to write as well as he could, but she didn't know who he was.
When class got over and gathered all her things and put them all in her bag as she waited. Jade got up, and she felt a different weight than what she usually had. Her eyes widened and she sat down, before she searched her bag. The journal wasn't there. "Oh shoo" she whispered before she got up and raced out of the now empty classroom and tow here she had been sitting before.
The journal was not here. "What will I do?" she asked herself as she leaned against the wall trying to remember where she last had the journal. She knew the last was here, or so she thought, but she didn't have it in the classroom so it had to be here. She just couldn't find it. Jade got off the wall and paced, before she sighed.
She pushed her hair back, before she went to lunch, where she could think of where she could look. She couldn't think on an empty stomach. Jade made it to the Griffindor table and sat down before she got some lunch. When she ate a little, Jade thought of the many places where her journal could be.
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Post by Matt Forrester on Jul 2, 2008 14:02:05 GMT -8
Matthew finished eating, and all though he wasn't done with editing the manuscript he put it away.He wasn't sure what he would do with the rest of his lunch break, but those thoughts left him as he saw the girl who lost the journal.He walked over to her and took it out.He layed it down next to her.He pulled out a notebook and started to write, then placed it on top the journal so she could read it.
Hello again, I believe you lost this.I'm Matthew Forrester by the way. It's nice to meet you without tripping over ones self.
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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jul 2, 2008 14:36:47 GMT -8
Jade looked around at everyone who was eating lunch which wasn't many. So while she ate lunch, she pulled out the magazine she was reading and read the article for her...well fifth time...or so she recalled. She was so into the article that she didn't notice a guy coming up to her. When she finally snapped out of her reading, she saw her journal and a note.
Jade picked up the note and read it, before pouting. She looked up at the guy and smiled. "Did you find my journal?" she asked.
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Post by Matt Forrester on Jul 4, 2008 17:07:53 GMT -8
Matt looked at her waiting for her to read the note.As soon as she did and answered him he laughed.Again he took out a quill and started to Write."Nope it was my Identical Twin Brother Micheal.So what are you reading there? You look really engrossed in it."He stuck the quill in his book bag and turned the notebook back so she could read.He watched her again, though this time he sat down next to her.
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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jul 4, 2008 18:48:19 GMT -8
Jade waited for him to answer her, but instead she saw him write again. She giggled softly at what he wrote. This gave her an idea. Jade pulled out some paper and her own quill before she began to write to his question. "I'm reading an article in The Journal. Its by this author..." she stopped writing and showed him the name and then began to write about. "I think its my fifth or sixth time reading it, and i can't get enough of it." she finished writing and showed him the note.
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Post by Matt Forrester on Jul 15, 2008 0:35:50 GMT -8
Matthew nodded when she showed him the name he went he went by when he wrote in the Journal.Then taking out his quill once more wrote again.'Wow you've read it that much, Why? You know all that is, is a bunch of well fabricated words to make people like you read it.It's nonsense if you ask me.I mean really you think that the authors at the Journal or anywhere for that matter, really even care what they write? They write it, and write it well.Though if you ask me it's just a bunch of well addressed words,and thats it.' he pushed the paper back to her so she could read it.While he sat there still silent, and looking at her.
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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jul 15, 2008 6:16:37 GMT -8
Jade watched as he wrote on the paper. When he had finished and given her the paper, she read it carefully. Something boiled inside of her. Here was this guy who had found her journal, but was saying this stuff about writers. She took out her own quill and began to write. "I love to read what they write. Well mostly what he writes. Just how he words things, and writes, its amazing. I love it very much. Every time i read it, i find a new meaning somehow. I'm sorry if you don't like those kinds of things" she finished and handed the paper back to him, and stared down at the table.
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Post by Matt Forrester on Jul 15, 2008 7:47:12 GMT -8
Matt laughed and shook his head.then wrote once more.'I'm glad you like reading it, and that you find something new every time.I just still don't like it.I can't even read Hearing the sound of silence? Yes all though the words are well written, and diverse, it seems so odd to me.I mean Words can only carry a story so far, and sometimes doesn't even touch upon the main projective of what the author was meaning to say.You know what I mean?the words all though colorful to someone who can hear, look as though it's black and white to someone that is deaf.'
'Plus don't you ever wonder where authors get all these conglomerative words to support such great story's?half of them are used over and over and I tire of it.'He looked at her after he wrote once more.Though as he did he thought of more to add.'I also think that of course one like what you read.When someone writes since the age of nine they get good at it.Though if you ask me, I still hate it.I want it to be batter and am very critical of it.'
He finally moved the paper so she could read.This time though he didn't look at her.He was thinking of the writing.He had bee writing since he was nine and it just seemed like the same thing over and over.He would love to learn how to write new words and in a new way. One in which he could express more and make it seem more true to even himself.
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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jul 15, 2008 7:54:07 GMT -8
As Jade read what he wrote, curiously pulled better of her. She looked over at Matthew and poked his shoulder, before she did the signs for asking the question. "Are you deaf."
Jade looked down at the paper again. She pulled her quill out and began to write. 'Well I guess I see your point. What if the person decided to write about something else. Something that took his interest so much that it took the person to the next level in thinking and writing. Would that be an option?'
'And besides you can express so much in writing, that you almost can't do in speaking, or hearing. Sometimes you have to read it a few times to get the full meaning, or a hidden meaning that you didn't know you wrote about. That happens too.' she wrote, before she passed the paper to him.
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Post by Matt Forrester on Jul 15, 2008 8:44:17 GMT -8
Matthew looked up at her when she poked him.He saw her question and nodded.As he read what she wrote after he shook his head.Though instead of writing once more he looked at her and spoke.Though what came out he was sure sounded funny and muffled,or as though he had a retainer in his mouth."No, I don't think that would happen.I mean I am really interested in the violin.Though if I were to write about that rather then being deaf I would be stuck, or it would be much like me writing about being deaf.Describing that passion and the dream what you hear and what flows though you."
"Also this is one reason I don't like talking, because I can say more when I write.Also if you can tell my written word is better and the words are more...I can't actually say half the words I write.As they are very hard for me to say.I learned to speak without hearing and so I know the feel of the words in my throat.They never taught me half of what I write."
He took his quill back in his hand and wrote out once more.'conglomerative, and diverse are two words I can not say. I know well what they mean, so when I see someone else say it I will understand. I know the lip movement of the word, though I can not feel the right vibration in my throat.I have tried to say it several times, but the completion of the sounds are quite hard to say together.'
He looked back at her and spoke once more."Also yes you can express yourself...."He wrote down the next words. 'More profoundly.' "when you write.Though it is much like talking and hearing.Sometimes you want to change that sound you hear or say something in a different way.This goes with writing as well.All my words are the same, and I want to express them differently.I have been told I am good at writing, though to me it's like saying something over and over again.Like a broken record.It gets boring I guess to see all the same words used in all the time, and in different ummmm.He wrote down the next word as well.'Scenario'.He looked at her hoping she understood what he meant.
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Post by Val Jade Blue on Jul 15, 2008 8:58:48 GMT -8
Jade listened carefully, and read. She could understand him, even though he was slightly muffled. She was a good listener. As she listened, she could understand everything that he was saying and writing. She understood.
'Alright, so I see what you mean. I really do. I mean most people would probably say that, but I do understand you.' she wrote and then looked down at the table. She was thinking on what else she could say. She was almost lost in though, when she remembered something.
'Wait you write?' she wrote and looked up at him. She blinked a few times, before she sighed. He couldn't possibly be the guy who writes for the magazine that she gets. It would be silly. She shook the thought out of her head and sighed softly.
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