I dozed off and.... (Jayr Byrne)

[Petar Nebosja]

Realized that I was supposed to be watching this misanthrope sit through a history class. He sat there scratching away notes with his pencil. Writing them neatly and in proper form, the kid was meticulous with the note taking. He wanted good grades, not because he was seeking approval from the teachers or society. It was just another way he liked to prove himself. Certain people in his life influenced him a great deal, they made him what he is.

A member of the national society of jackasses, and people with senses of humor that need considerable readjustment.

So he sat at the desk, scribbling the notes in a nearly illegible script, as the teacher droned on, and on, and on, about shit that no one gives two flying fucks with bananas strapped to their hands and rocket rollerskates on their feet.

The clock ticked on and finally, as Petar was nearing that critical point between falling asleep and staying awake through the dull and boring tone of a teacher who doesn't give a fuck because he's reading from the goddamn book, the bell rang for lunch. Petar sobered up and wiped his face with his hand. As he stood up, he got a text message from his relative, the woman, he shut the phone after looking at it and gathered up his crap, shoving in the bag while he sauntered out the door.

He walked down the hall, passing some other basketball players, they did the friendly nod gesture, he just looked at them. His excuse was that he was a foreigner, they seemed to be more than ready to accept that excuse. Prejudice, it was such a well crafted thought process to turn back on those that use it to victimize others. But his intentions for that were no where near justified or righteous.

He didn't care if they were wrong to fall for their own prejudice, he just used it against them.

So the young lad was moving down the hall to go to lunch, to eat the ethnic food that was in his bag and then buy some french fries and eat alone. He had gone about his daily routine for a year, and no one had noticed him before. Sure he had been involved in a couple fights, but only as that fucking bystander that got hit by some brawling lunatic. Knocked out cold by the first blow, then he'd wake up in the infirmary, and make a mental note to dodge next time.

Never happens that way.

The Serb sat alone at lunch this day, enjoying a healthy helping of Czech food, which he finished before anyone even had the slight inkling to approach him. Or maybe not, I'm not omniscient, so I don't fucking know if that lunch lady felt like approaching him since he walked in the door. Or if those jackasses in the corner wanted to come over and beat the shit out of the foreigner.

He kept to himself during school.

Course, that was always getting interrupted by various persons trying to make friends with him. Either because they felt sorry for him, or for other reasons.

[Jayr Byrne]

The witty adventures of J&J

For Jess yet another day of class was a simple distraction from her real life, and by that she simply meant the world of competitive gaming. Having drawn a dark curtain to the world to duck within her reclusive shade of damp darkness defending the planet of Reach from alien invaders en-cloaked in plasma shields she valiantly fought them to the last man. Sadly in the efforts she was also loosing tone to her skin, something by which Jayr did not approve.

Her pale featured self moped through the halls of #259 with a certain black whole-esque way about her consuming all showings of light. Then again it was hard to compete when hanging out with the school's bustling image of sunshine Jayr Byrne who just so happened to be sporting a fashion which countered her all black attire. Peach blouse with a light shaded tan jeans made her tanned image only stand out more so, matching of course with shimmering teal earing which brought focus to sparkling cerulean eyes. Call her a show-off, because thats simply what Jess did feeling as though she lived in the shadow of the girl when quite honestly it was a shimmering spotlight on her.

"Can I ever go out without you drawing all this attention?"

Jayr would turn her attention downward to settle her eyes on Jess concerned for the girl. Her posture straight whilst nestled over her books straddled behind tightly niched arms guarding their position against her chest.

"What attention?" Her soothing tone playing out melodically as she looked about the hallway, the many faces which Jess proclaimed to be ogling Jayr would fasten up more so, burning holes with their eyes. "Never mind."

Jess would have to suffice with the realization that Jayr wasn't going to realize how much of a show stopper she was, and in a sense that sort of innocence was to be marveled over more than a great many things.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Never mind."

Jayr took a very similar look to the same so called crowd of envious sorts but saw nothing, not even a single face looking up at her. Certainly a strange thing to say, yet somehow didn't phase Jayr the way it should. Most likely due to the fact that Jess was prone to these sorts of things and it got considerably worse the longer she was left unexposed to human interaction. A small giggle and Jayr would move on from the thought making her way into the cafeteria scoping the place out for a spot.

Unluckily enough the places were full for the most part, as most often were when you decided to drop by to lunch late. That didn't concern Jayr in the slightest, it wasn't but last week when she met a few people choosing to fore go the lone seat and take it upon herself to be a good diplomat. A few additional friends down the road and she had new lunch buddies, perhaps today would be much of the same.

"Set your scanners to find us an open seat space defender."

"I prefer the term, Sparten 285."

"Sure thing Galaga." Jayr would smile with a reply back spotting a near empty seat only accompanied by one other. That was easy enough she didn't even require Miss Troy to go on recon for them.

With a merry skip Jayr would hurry off quickly pursued by Jess in a much slower and more dismal pace managing to plop themselves down right across from the boy whom Jayr would most likely consider to be a slacker, he at the very least had that sort of daze in his eyes like he'd just survived a very boring lecture.

"Hi there, mind if we sit?" Jayr would express in a kindly way giving full eye contact before tilting her head to Jess who was just appearing over Jayr's left shoulder.

[Petar Nebosja]

Petar almost vomited. That's right, vomited. Someone nearby had suggested to sit near him. Did he mind? Of course he minded, he was fucking alone for a reason. The guy wanted to be left alone because he didn't like ANYONE. So there was most definitely a reason why he was alone all the time. It wasn't loneliness exactly, it was solitude that he enjoyed constantly.

Now that was broken like a baseball flying through a window and then hitting an old man in the face. The results: A broken window, nose, and face.

"Um..." Since that was all he could come up with, or at least that was all he could get out of his mouth at the moment, his mind went into panic mode. It wasn't because they were pretty, he thought they were rather disgusting looking. In fact, he could tell they were going to annoy the fuck out of him already, but the little men in his brain hit the panic button because he didn't know what the fuck to do. If he knew what the fuck to do, then he'd be skipping along through the glorious fields of inter peer relationships already. Or perhaps it wasn't because he didn't know what to do, but because he didn't give a flying shit on a rocket.

If it were up to him he'd chew faster and leave faster. But alas, his meal wasn't done. That pissed him off. In fact, you could tell he was kind of pissed off because a little vein on his forehead bulged a little bit. Go ahead, look, you know you want to. He was hit with the slightly controllable urge to vomit. It was like a rabies afflicted bear in a tiny cage with people dancing around it, taunting it. Had he a shovel he'd have beaten himself in the face to get unconscious as fast as possible. On the other hand, he wanted to be awake for practice later.

That pissed him off even more. Nausea grew rapidly.

There were two girls, that's twice the annoyance. One was a brunette, the other was a redhead. Fuck if he'd give a shit about their hair color, but we'll be calling the brunette B, and the redhead R. Partially because he doesn't know their names (not that he wants to know their names, that would suck because then they're not nameless sacks of flesh anymore), and partially because I'm too lazy to keep typing out Redhead, and Brunette.

I'd go by their names, but I figure it's a little too much work to type those out as well when I have perfectly good abbreviations on hand, B, and R. Fancy that.

So our Serbian friend is sitting there, wanting to throw up, he looks a little dark around the eyes, he's starting to hunch over, but he wants to keep his lunch so he's fighting back. Fighting back only so that he may indeed participate in practice later. What he sacrifices to continue to do the things he likes to do. Oh the horror of it all.

People make him sick. Blech.

[Jayr Byrne]

Pity

So there was a defining difference that Jayr was beginning to learn, she hadn't been here all too long to realize just enough that this wasn't 774 any longer and she wasn't home with parents that could protect her at any turn, this was the real world and everything began to open her eyes.

"Um..."

She'd greet the pre-vomit face with a smile regardless of the nervous chill she got from it, her body angled precisely in a standard height awaiting his motions but only getting the mono-syllabic response which spoke enough to her. She'd never really felt such a bad vibe off of anyone, it was no wonder he was alone. She truly would have felt empathy towards him but his gestures incurred a simple self-pity something that just earned whatever came his way.

She suddenly flashed back to the realization that a few days ago not all people were humans in their own minds. Men like the one at the mall who killed multitudes of people without so much as guilt, just walking away as though they were justified to do such perilous things without repercussion. While Jayr knelt in blood, her jeans stained with them digging premature burials for so many finding torn disfigured bodies from the collapsing stage.

This was a new world she wasn't accustomed to, but the fact was she was better than being drawn down into the hell which engulfed so many. A friendly smile as she understood his self-seclusion and turning to Jess easily.

"Lets find someplace else." She'd not even acknowledge the boy other than with the same smile she'd always sported. No spite towards him just weighing the options and finding it better to leave him to his sorrows rather than weigh others down by it.

"Amen!"

*End Participation.*