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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 16:15:24 GMT -5
i am unbreakable b u t i t l o o k s l i k e i c o u l d s o m e t i m e s o o n
ryan green sat alone at a circular table in the center of the room. laid out in front of her where multiple papers and brochures she had received from the academy officials. she was leaning forward on the edge of her wooden chair, a foam laden latte clutched in on hand, the edge of a cluttered paper in the other. her blond hair, she wore straight today. her bangs curved inward at the ends just the slightest, along with the rest of her hair, but otherwise, it was very straight. her arms where covered in the black sleeves of her tee shirt, which, on the front, had a faded picture of the beatles on it. her legs where exposed, and the denim skirt she wore fell just above the middle of her muscular thighs, and it was tight, but not trashy. with a sigh, ryan set down her styrofoam cup and flipped to the next page of the stapled packet.
although her mind was elsewhere today, because it was not just an ordinary day. it was the day after the anniversary of her older brother's death. inside, she was craving to pour her emotions out; and she had been on the verge of finding her younger brother cole and talking to him before she came here, but decided against it. they had spent yesterday together, remembering the monumental, important, and most importantly of all, happy moments in james' life. ryan, now not even able to concentrate on what she was reading, set the packet down on the table with a defeated sigh. standing up quickly, she took her empty cup off of the table and headed towards the counter to get another. hell, binging would feel great right now. as she passed the trash can, she disposed of her first cup, then stood behind the last person in line at the counter.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 16:28:03 GMT -5
Shoulders moved beneath his tee. he sighed as he felt his internal organ shrivel up and give a burst of speech to him. He rolled his eyes as he spyed the cafe. Shrugging body entered and walked up to the line that was forming rather quickly at the counter. He looked over the people, none that he knew formally, before he began to scan the menu. Nothing fancy, the normal cafe stature type items as he decided upon a quick snack of maybe a sandwich or something to drink. He fumbled for a moment taking out his leather wallet before he counted his money. Of course he had enough but he wanted to see the damage report from the trip here and all that good stuff.
Finally getting up to the counter in line 2 he ordered a simple ham sandwich with a bit of lettuce and tomato on it. He also got his drink as he waited leaning one elbow on the counter. His black shirt contained the phrase hustler upon it, which he wore on occasion when he felt a bit silly. He sighed and looked at the stonewashed jeans that covered his legs. He had his work boots on, his formal shoe that was worn daily. Finally receiving his meal he chucked over the five dollars owed and looked for a seat. A Circular table caught his attention as he sat at it before he noticed papers sprawled upon the topping of it. Feeling a bit awkward he looked over his shoulder then began to unwrap the meal. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 16:41:15 GMT -5
ryan smiled at the girl behind the counter whom had promised to keep watch over her newly purchased latte while she ran to the bathroom. the girl returned a small smile and then returned her attention to the humming machine before her. ryan took the cup off of the counter and headed back towards her table.
as she walked, her eyes where automatically drawn to the person sitting in the seat across from where her papers lay, and she slowed down her pace for a second. ryan sighed, "how stupid are people?" she thought coldly to herself, returning to normal speed, after recovering from the shock of someone at her table. it was a relatively small table, and ryan had been sure that no one would be dumb enough to sit down when her papers clearly stated that she was working there.
ryan approached the guy at her table from the side and cleared her throat. excuse me, her voice left her lungs with a slightly accusing tone, but trying to remain as polite as possible, but that's my table. ryan gestured to her scattered papers, which he was practically eating on top of, as she spoke. her thin eyebrows where raised slightly, and her naturally pink lips where drawn into a small line. ryan's green eyes where squinted slightly as she watched the boy, eyelashes painted with black, but in a not-whore-like way. way too many girls abused the privilege of mascara and eyeliner, and they looked rediculous doing it.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 16:53:43 GMT -5
His voids shifted as he heard the stark comment. He felt the wondrous feeling of the day vanish before he spat back out toward her. sorry didn’t see your name written on the table now did I his comment was a bit lusted with rudeness as he felt her actions were as well. He looked toward her as she had him. Even though he was merely scarfing down his breakfast and lunch in sandwich form, he still felt it was a bit stark of her to confine her actions as so.
Visionaries shifted over her form before he scooted the chair back rather hastily and took his items. There princess have your way. Spoiled children didn’t sit well upon his cheat as he looked back to her in a bit of disgust before he walked away. He chose a new table, one not so appealing to himself, but it was better than being ridiculed about nothing. He shoved the mountain dew over the tables top before he sat down and began to decipher his own meal. He let his eyes wonder back to the vixen once more before he shook his head to the side in a wow type manner. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 17:15:25 GMT -5
ryan raised her eyebrows, her head cocked, and mouth open a bit as the boy dismissed himself rudely from her table. shaking her head, ryan turned to watch him off, very much aware of the eyes of a few onlookers who had noticed the small quarrel and had decided to entertain themselves by watching. ryan, unable to take crap like that from anyone, felt a sudden surge of confidence run into her mind, and she suddenly found herself walking towards the teen's new table.
ryan pressed her palms down against the hard table surface, bending over so that her head was level with his own. her hushed words now held no politeness, and she didn't felt like she could snap at any moment,
ok, so i don't know what your issue is, and i don't really care, but you don't need to be so god-damn rude to people that you don't even know. got it, hustler? she emphasized the writing that she had read off of his shirt, i don't feel like being treated like a piece of shit right now, and i just asked you to move because you where sitting at my table. and yes, it is my table, she emphasized the word 'my' as she spoke. ryan was becoming more and more upset, and as the anger clashed with the remorse for her brother, she found herself fighting really hard to not cry, because my crap is on it, i only got up for a few minutes. learn some manners, do people a favor.
not even a second passed after she finished speaking, when all ryan did was stare at the boy, before she turned and headed back to her own table. a few sets of eyes followed her once more, and she felt sort of self-conscious. with a sigh, she picked up her abandoned coffee cup and then sat down, resting her head in the palm of her hand and trying to focus in on the words written on the packet in front of her, but without much success.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 18:45:41 GMT -5
Shoulders shifted as he looked onward to the girl. His brows furrowed more so as she had now pissed him off. She spoke her words as he ignored half of it not wanting to make a scene across the room if he got so entirely mad he had to do something. He looked to her in an angry manner as she walked away he plainly stated toward her backside Talk about a bitch. Sorry your world revolves around a self conceded hierarchy of preps who think they are something special when in reality there lower than the damn dirt. He had to admit he had a bad mouth, though it hadn’t shown itself to him just yet.
He shook his head he wouldn’t engage any farther than that for now unless the spoiled child wished to return to his table and speak more. He had lost his appetite and shifted the food across the table as he felt his insides burn with the fire of hell. He clinched his fists and began to think to himself. oh yea, you had expected a change, yea some change. Now instead of everything else your going through lets add preppy bitches on top of it and mix it all together He glared at the soda as he took a quick drink. Shaking his head he knew he was done for with the eating epidemic he wanted so he gave in. Reaching in his left rear pocket he pulled out the can of red seal fine cut. Wintergreen surge spilt over through the small booth like table as he got his dip to calm his nerves a bit. It was a bad habit he couldn’t shake. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 19:01:18 GMT -5
ryan was on the verge of tears once more: caused by the combination of her brother's death just one year ago, and the stupid fuck across the room who had just called her a piece of dirt. "he doesn't know me," she kept telling herself, trying to convince the hateful words that had come from the boy's mouth out of her mind. in any other situation, she could have pushed them aside and laughed it out. but not now. now, she felt like a piece of dirt. the girl lifted her head up, wiping her thumbs beneath her eyes and catching the liquid that had leaked from her eyes, despite her best efforts to control it.
ryan pushed away her latte, beginning then to gather up her papers. without much concern to them, she pushed them into a rough pile. reaching down to pick up her messenger bag, which lay by her feet, ryan put the papers away into her binder before standing up and slipping the strap over her shoulder. glancing over at the table that housed the boy whom she currently loathed, ryan decided to confront him again. "so much for the high road," she thought with a small sigh, making her away towards his table once more. this time, she sat down in the chair opposite from him, her hands in her lap, legs crossed at her ankles nervously. ryan's cheeks where rosy, and she assumed that it was pretty obvious that she had become emotional.
just to let you know, ryan said in a hushed tone, ridding on the cold tone and simply speaking to him normally, i never thought i was better than you. not even for a second. so don't go trying to categorize me into some ditzy group of inconsiderate, fake, bitches when you don't even know me, ryan paused for a second, because i'm not like that. she paused once more, but obviously, you are.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 19:16:58 GMT -5
He looked over his own shoulder toward the vixen moments more. He sighed and began to play with the pop bottle that was now empty and being recycled for his retained spit. He took out a pen and a napkin and began to draw. What was he drawing? Something he had never drawn before. His pen scratched over the napkin as he fine tuned a outline. The figure was that of a female type stature. Memory had retained what he had saw before as he drew the image of the girl who had been so rude toward him for sitting at some random table with papers on it.
He swiped the napkin over and turned the drawing beneath its depths as she sat in front of him. Oh great he said to himself as he looked to her emotions over ruled her figure as he sighed. He listened and as he did he felt kind of bad for her, well for everything. Look, I’m not categorizing you for anything and really you have no rights to accuse me of being someone I’m not. Look girl, well... he didn’t know her name so he had no earthly idea what to call her other than what she was, a girl. He picked up once more I’m sorry I sat at your table let the world break loose in hell and it rain fire upon me if I had known you would have thrown a tantrum over someone drinking a quick pop on the other side of it when no others were available. Apparently you’re not on your best day and I’m not on mine. So to be the more mature person, I’m sorry. he spat it out quickly and mumbled the last part for he was never one to say something of that sort.
He paused and looked to her. He wanted to see her reaction to this and that was it. He spat into the bottle for a moment and placed the lid back on it. It sat behind the napkin holster so no one had to see its contents. He began to fold the corners of the compressed paper absorber near him as he sighed lightly. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 19:32:16 GMT -5
ryan's eyebrows rose little by little as the boy spoke. she hadn't really been expecting him to say anything of the sort. but, low and behold, he had just apologize. and spit. she hadn't missed that part. she hadn't been kidding when she said she wasn't a stupid ditz.
well, ryan didn't really know what she was supposed to say to that. she was ready to hate this kid forever, but now, he wasn't really letting her have her way. thanks? i guess. ryan lifted her hands onto the table, thinking for a moment before she went on. but, not acting on what she was thinking, ryan moved on and decided to introduce herself, anyway, i'm ryan. oh, and.. i'm sorry, too. i was kind of being a bitch, but, like you said... not my best day, right? she now shut up, waiting for him to say something in return.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 19:56:51 GMT -5
She sighed as she parted lips and began to speak. He was ready for backlash once more from her part but the well just came out. His blue ops looked over her for moment on end before she finally spoke again. Drake. Yea, apparently we are both in bitchy moods so to speak today he gave a bit of a smile, not one you would see often. As he nodded his head toward her for a moment in greeting.
He played with the napkin once more as he shifted his form left due to the uncomfortable position he was placed in. Shoulders moved forward as he leaned upon the table's surface. Amused at her sudden change he decided to amuse himself as well Well I can’t say it’s been my pleasure, but nice to meet you Ryan He spoke toward her in a general tone. His vocals were a bit deep and tainted with the boyish sound every guy had within them. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 20:26:48 GMT -5
oh, is it? ryan let out a small laugh, which was out of her personality towards people she didn't know. especially people whom she had disliked just minutes before hand. nice to meet me, that is. ryan matched his posture, leaning forward a bit towards the table. first i kicked you out of a table, and then i bother you. how nice is it to meet me, honestly? the girl smirked in a playful, sarcastic manner.
her elbows rised up onto the table, and a few of her fingers began to toy with the end of her hair just above her shoulder. she twisted it absentmindedly, looking into the deep blue eyes of the guy in front of her. he was attractive, she couldn't deny that, but he was a jerk. maybe, just maybe, he really was having a bad day, and this wasn't his normal behavior. but if it was, she defiantly didn't feel like getting mixed up in someone with a temper.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 20:33:53 GMT -5
He listened to her intently. He gave a bit of a smiled as she explained her antics. He chuckled a bit as she posed her option toward him as he nodded. True, very true. But, I guess it really didn’t matter. I understand how it can feel to have a bad day..and well I didnt want to make your day even more so. He spoke the truth for he had generally been a prick toward her in the first seconds of their meet.
Seemingly he couldn’t take gaze from her frame. It was very rare he did this and especially that they had bickered beforehand. If it hadn’t been for her sitting down he would have never spoken to her again. It was his nature; he didn’t want to be overloaded with anger like he used to be. Fights, drugs, drinking, etc filled his past life and he didn’t want to have that again. He sighed lightly as he gave a smile toward her as he caught her gaze. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 20:49:07 GMT -5
ryan looked down, her hands out in front of her, fingers interlocked casually. her nails where a few centimeters longer than the tip of her fingers, and they where coating in a layer of black nail polish. she had just done them a day ago, so polish was still in great condition. she looked back up at him with a small sigh, yeah, well, that was very generous of you. she didn't really go into much more of the topic, because she knew that she probably couldn't talk about why exactly her day was so bad, her year, actually, without starting to cry. she forced a small smile to tug at the corners of her mouth.
she scooted her chair in a bit, bringing her body closer to the table. once again, she found herself looking at him. just simply admiring him and trying to keep it a secret. getting her mind off of her brother, and not for the first time today, she thought of some conversation starters that she could ask the boy before her. finally, after a few seconds of silence dripped by, she spoke: so, tell me about yourself, drake. where do you live? how old are you? i'm sure you know the drill. ryan was looking up at him through her eye lashes, her lips drawn into a faint smile.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 20:59:02 GMT -5
He gave a look toward her as he himself had been admiring her from a distance. Smile crossed his kissers before it faded away with her asking him that question. He looked at her...He didn’t really want her to know his full past. It was so full of things he was not proud of these days. So, he would give the basics only and then wait to see what happened before anything else was said.
Smile given to her once more as he began. Well, you already know my name so I’m 18 I live in Colorado. Well until I came here that is. I have a complicated past, lots of things I’m not proud of, and i guess that’s it. Oh my birthday is April 17th.....what about you Miss Ryan...tell me of yourself He gave a bit larger smile as he finished his last statement. He was beginning to grow fond of the fireball wrapped in her skin. |
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Post by Ryan Green. on Mar 8, 2008 21:15:12 GMT -5
the teen listened quietly, and then thought about her own past. if he was allowed to cut things out, then so was she. ryan suppressed a small sigh, uncrossing her ankles and then crossing her legs at the knees. she hated wearing skirts just for the uncomfortable sitting positions you where forced into all of the time. she began to reply, finding the words to fit her own past. or at least the parts of her past that she wanted him to know for now.
well, i was born and raised in montreal, canada, and we moved to the states three and a half years ago. my past, too, has it's rough patches, so we won't go there. but, i'm also eighteen, ryan smiled, sitting up a bit and lifting her hands up a bit as if to say 'what do you know?!'. a broad smile was now exposed across her expression, and she leaned forward just the slightest bit again. i was also born on october 29th, just in case you wanted to know.
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