BRIGHT EYES [nyxilynne]

[TOULOUSE CATZ]

we can dance until we die

YOU AND I — WE'LL BE YOUNG FOREVER

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM LIVING THE TEENAGE DREAM THE WAY YOU TURN ME ON I CANT SLEEP

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=dfdfdf] EVERYONE HAS THOSE DAYS WHEN NO MATTER HOW HARD THEY TRY, nothing ever goes the way they originally planned. Today was one of those days... At least, for Toulouse Catz, it was. He'd been situated in Forestille Academy's art room for the entire morning, staring at a blank canvas with a paintbrush tight in his grip. He was completely at a lost for what to paint, and it had been driving him crazy all morning! Why couldn't he just whip his brush across the large white surface as he normally did? Or childishly indulge in finger-painting (his not-so-secret secret obsession)? Toulouse was the type of person who was always creatively coming up with new ideas for paintings, and if not, sitting in front of a blank surface would usually draw something from his head. But, apparently, today was different. Toulouse sighed and slammed the paint brush down on the small table beside the canvas, frustrated with his lack of progress. He stood up and walked over to the studio sink and washed his hands with the coldest water he could get out of the spicket. He growled furiously and ran a wet, paint-covered hand through his hair, leaving streaks of blue and purple paint in his blonde bangs. He finished cleaning his hands off and grabbed his jacket by the door, causing the other art students to stare up at him. His teacher gave him a questioning glance as he opened the door, "I, uhh, need to take a break,"

[/color] Toulouse admitted. As if right on cue, his stomach growled loudly, causing a slight pink blush to rise to his face. To his surprise - and immense relief - the teacher nodded, giving the blonde teen permission to skip the rest of class. As long as he cleaned up his work area first. "There's always a catch,"[/color] he muttered quietly to himself before he stomped back over to his canvas and covered it up to keep the dust away. He carefully put his paint back in it's drawer in his small table, and carefully cleaned off his brushes before he left the room, slamming the door dramatically behind him.

Toulouse yawned and trotted loudly down the stairs. He grabbed his backpack which he spotted on top of a group of other bags which had been left in a pile while their owners went off to class. The blonde teen left the building and stretched his arms and arched his back before slinging his backpack over his shoulder. Walking two steps away from the Academy's front entrance, Toulouse found himself in the bustling business of the Western City, a place he knew and loved. His stomach reminded his head of his hunger, and Toulouse decided it was best to go off and find some food. His first choice of food in the city was a coffee shop just down the street from the Academy, but the street that took him there was under construction for faulty pipes under the ground, and was currently being re-done. As a lazy art student, the blonde shapeshifter decided against crossing the street and taking the five-second longer detour that would take him straight to the coffee shop's door. Instead, he walked in the opposite direction into the center of the city where he easily found his food option number two: a small japanese restaurant that served not only the best sushi the boy could or would ever taste, but the best ramen as well. He was a sucker for food he could make without the knowledge of how to cook, and even though it was restaurant-quality, the ramen wasn't any less amazing.

The door jingled as the blonde teen opened it, and the familiar face of the waiter smiled at him from the counter, "I take it you want your usual, eh, Foxy?" the man asked cheerfully. Toulouse nodded and laughed at the nickname. He had been donned as "Foxy" from the moment he walked into the restaurant for the first time during his first year at the Academy. The whiskers on his face had reminded the waiter of a fox, and as the older man was loosing his ability to remember the names of all his regulars, Toulouse was known simply as "Foxie", which didn't seem to bother the shapeshifter at all. He thanked the waiter kindly as his ramen was delivered to his place and smiled. He began slurping the noodles loudly, glad to finally have something in his stomach. But the loud chatter around him reminded the teen that most of his friends were in class, and he was alone. Feeling rather blue to be alone while he ate, Toulouse sighed and leaned his chin on his palm as he slurped noodle after noodle, hoping someone he knew would come along and cheer him up.
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lets run away and don't ever look back

----------DON'T EVER LOOK BACK

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