hearing what you say[Melissa - Harding]

[Ilandra Petrelli]

What seems so strong



Has been and gone

The grey skies hanging over London didn't really look as if they were going to blow over in a hurry. The wind had dropped right down, leaving the clouds above, releasing the chilled rain. Great British Weather. The only thing you could expect from London town, rain, and noise. Clubbing too. Of course. The rain wasn't going easy on the damp city today: puddles had developed along the pavements and the streetlamps dripped, flickering dully in the gloom. Twilight, not exactly an interesting time of day. Cold, rain and, if you were really lucky, sleet. Ilandra glanced darkly up at the sky, her pale eyes rolling as she looked back down at the street. The orange light from a streetlight didn't do a great deal to lighten the situation, the oppersite, it was flickering. Ready to fail.

The seventeen year old harpist pulled her coat around her and trudged up the street, not bothering to pull up the hood. She'd always hated her blond hair, and had tried more than once to dye it. She'd succeeded in making it brown for a while, but that had faded into a particually nasty orange, so she'd taken it back to blond. She didn't have anything in general against blond hair, but in her life, it just made things worse. She was seen as a walking cliche. Not exactly tall, but more average height, blue eyes and blond hair. Oh and what was the other thing. Yes, she played the harp. Blond, blue eyes and playing the harp. Everyone would think her to be sweet and respectful, always following orders. Yeah, until they let her into thier house and she burnt it down. Arsonist in the making. A bit of attitude never hurt, either.

The driving rain wet her hair back, as if she'd just come out of the shower. Well, in a way, she was in one. Ilandra brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face and bent her head against the sudden wind, pale eyes flickering over the dark pavement. She didn't particually mind the rain, or being wet. It was just being damp, no-one likes being damp. Its colder than being wet. And Ilandra was wet. She'd been out in London, shopping, but hadn't found anything yet. It wasn't exactly late, about 7:30, but shops were either closed or closing and she didn't feel like staying out in this weather much longer. She ducked under the drip of a tree and broke into a run, letting her dripping hair fly out behind her. She was a runner by figure, as well as enjoyment. Nothing wrong with that.

She took refuge under the overhang of the doorway to the Theatre. She didn't spend much, if any, time in there. She only played an instument and had no need to visit the theatre. She leant against the door, looking out across the courtyard at the slanting rain. The puddles were rising up, flooding over the concrete. She crossed her arms across her chest, taking a deep breath. It was extremely dull with nothing to do, but she couldn't be asked to go back out in that weather.

occ:sorry, i had no muse.

I would call you up every Sunday Night



And we'd stay up 'till the morning light

[Melissa Harding]

"Its got me caught up in a web and my hearts the prey..."

Melissa harding had heard the word heartbreak many times, and she always thought she had known the meaning. But the amount of times the word had been used made her question her meaning for it. Surely a mental pain so bad that you didn't want to live anymore, everything that you ever thought was good didn't matter anymore and there was an empty hollowness within you wouldn't be that common, i mean, its not like these are light feelings. And if people did get such pain from love, why would they bother with it at all? Wouldn't it be easier to just go on by themselves, and never worrying about any one other then yourself and never even thinking about another soul? Which one would be more painless, being utterly alone or having your heart crushed?

Melissa was sitting a bench near the theater, soaked in the rain which was coming down so hard she had begun to think that it would flood soon. She sat, looked into the dark clouded sky with her sun glasses on so that she could see without getting water into her eyes. Just this morning t had almost been sunny when she decided to put on her singlet and shorts, she had thought it would have warmed up, but obviously it hadn't. She was sitting in the rain, in summer clothes, drenched and cold, but she refrained from flinching or shivering. Melissa loved the rain, she loved the feel of it on her skin and the way i drenched her hair, making more moisture roll down onto her skin. She loved the feeling of the wind, making her even colder, it was like a realization that she could feel things. In her opinion, heart broken people should do this too, to show that they can feel things other then pain. Melissa only did it so that she could feel different, this sort of feeling in unique.

Melissa was thin, she had had many people concerned with her weight, some thinking thats she had an eating disorder. Mel was the opposite, she ate so much that it would be impossible for her to even think of the word anorexic when she described herself. She didn't have much of a stomach, so she could see where the people are coming from, but they never believed her when she said she was like that naturally. Melissa does do the routine run ot keep herself fit and healthy, it also helped her legs stay thin and un-flabby. It was safe to say that Melissa was obsessed with her appearance, but not in a obvious way, i mean, that would just make her plastic, and why would she want to become one of the people she hated. She loved eye make-up, but she enerv wore anything that was to emo/gothic, that sort of make-up scared her, but her make-up was waterproof, so alsong as she didn't touch her eyes or her mouth while they were wet, she was safe from smudging, and on days like this, it was ideal.

She watched some of the people who walked past, scurrying along quickly, avoiding the puddles and trying desperatly to find shelter. Melissa laughed at them, they were going to get wet whether they liked it or not, so they should really just chill a nit and enjoy it. It is a lot better then being stressed all the time. Melissa rose from her seat, the back of her not completely wet but quickly getting as soaked as the rest of her body. She walked onto the foot path and jumped in a puddle, making it splash muddy water onto her legs but it was soon washed away by the heavy rain. She saw Ilandra walk by, her little project. Ilandra and melissa weren't the bestest of friends, i think it's safe to say the Ilandra hated Melissa. Melissa didn't mean to offend her when she made the joke, only make her toughen up. It was going ot be hard for her to survive in Hoffman while she was so cliche, so if she added a bit of attitude and a temper to the mix, even melissa would have to admit she'd be utterly awesome. Melissa chose to ignore her, she wasn't in the mood for an insulting match today, she was just enjoying feeling her body wet and watching the rain fall infront of her.

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[Ilandra Petrelli]

What seems so strong



Has been and gone

Cold and wet, Ilandra watched the rain. Futile attempts to escape the downpour were being made by students was enjoyable to watch. The faster they tried to run in the rain, the more likely they were to fall over, and then they'd just get even wetter than they were. Which, of course, was what they were trying to avoid. She gave a sligh half-smile, her pale eyes glittering. They would be much more sensible to take a bit of cover and use it as an excuse. Whatever they were hurrying to could wait until the rain stopped, couldn't it. What would be so important? She couldn't think of anything, at least anything that was remotely important enough. Commitments just cast you down. Hold you until you can't think of anything else. That's why she really kept none. She had her family. Her sister, Sophie, and her brother, Jackel. However Sophie was happily married with two children of her own, whilst Jackel was getting married. Married to someone of which Ilandra heartily dissaproved. She was more of a controler than a fionce. Jackel had given in too easily to her, Ilandra thougth she was the only one who had spotted this. Just something about her unnerved the young harpist.

Ilandra looked over the now almost empty courtyard. It wasn't oftern that you saw the courtyard empty, but it was now. Well it was until her gaze fell upon a solitary figure on a footpath. From the back of her head, Ilandra could recognise her. She had a talent for recognising the back of people's head. Hairstyles changed but somehow people still looked the same. She contemplated walking over, but looking at the weather, it was a hard choice. Still, she couldn't really get any wetter than she already was. The harpist shrugged her shoulders, pulling up the collar of the coat. She had a great many of the long coats. A blue one, a very expensive white one, and a light blue one. She had a few more back at the family home, but she wasn't still sure if they fitted her as well as the others did. Her blonde hair dripped down her back as she walked out into the downpour.

She let her slender leds carry her over to the bench, taking the shortcut across the grass. Her shoes were already wet, so it didn't really matter to her much any more. The seventeen year old harpist stopped infront on the footpath behind Melissa.
"Trying to catch pneumonia?" She asked, shoving her hands into her pockets. She could feel her keys somewhere in the depths of the pockets, but she wouldn't need the keys on there for a while. Her house keys, her bike lock, the local swimming pool/gym and her harp lock. Yes, she had a harp lock, but rarely used it. She didn't see the point in it really. She looked at Melissa, an actress. Not a musician, so Ilandra didn't have a great deal to do with her, unless she was playing for one of the plays. But that wasn't very usual and hadn't happened in her experience of the Hoff, yet.

occ:sorry, i had no muse.

I would call you up every Sunday Night



And we'd stay up 'till the morning light