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Post by Alice Cuthbert on Oct 21, 2007 23:36:23 GMT -8
Alice sits in class. History. It's somewhat interesting, but this sort of past-study seems somewhat irrelevant. All of it together is only a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of time and space, and in another blink it will be swept away, lost like so much snow melted away to flow back into rivers and streams, roots and glasses. Still, this does not reduce the beauty of its fragility and intricacy. It is with this attitude that alice retains some degree of interest in the subject, not as a historian but as an observer of some fleeting, uncategorizeable form of art.
Alice sighs, and twiddles a pencil between her thumb and index finger, head propped up by the other arm, whose elbow is planed on the desk in front of her. As fascinating as all this is, I'd rather be having fun right now... Alice thinks, and her fingers slip and the pencl drops towards towards the floor...
*flicker*
Color is gone Black and white Shapes, angles leap and dance like mad cactus banners in fever-stirred hurricanes Somehow there is a color despite the black and white It is red the black is red and the white is red
*flicker*
The pencil strikes the floor. A few students stare around lazily at its soft plink-plonk-rattle, half asleep from the soporific of societies past, drizzled over them by the lecturing teacher's ratatat typist mouth and winged chalk-hand. Alice breaks out in a sweat. She had forgotten to take her medicine this morning. Wait, no, she had taken it, hadn't she? It was working, wasn't it?
Alice's hand floats into the air. "Yes?" asks the teacher. Alice mumbles something about using the bathroom, and the teacher provides the necessary assent, and Alice walks from the room. She makes her way to the nearest water fountain, still in a cold sweat, and digs around in her pocket for a pair of green pills she had tucked in there that morning, like any other morning. One, two, she places them on the back of he rpink tongue and chases them down with the iron-cold water of the fountain. She slumps sideways against some lockers, regaining composure and waiting for at least the placebo of taking pills to help her regain composure.
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Kevin Collessano-Alvari
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Post by Kevin Collessano-Alvari on Oct 22, 2007 7:23:24 GMT -8
Click. Click. Click...it sounded like footsteps, almost...if someone wore metal shoes.
"Hey, you. Girlie by the lockers. You ok? You're sweating enough to refill Mono Lake, Jesus."
Kevin stopped; he was wearing black Timberland boots (with standard metal plating on the heel end of the sole), which explained the odd sound. Baggy blue jeans hanging just a bit below the waist & a tall black tee made his main outfit with a silver link bracelet on his left wrist. Two black balls attached to small metal rods made his ear piercings, & he had a silver band around his right ring finger.
Odd...he'd just registered for 259 today after a couple months of being here already. And now that he was actually legally allowed to enter the premises(sp?) (though that never stopped him beforehand), he'd found this girl...shaken out of her socks, apparently. And did he see pills? He'd assume they were some prescription, but he thought about it; no one would be that desperate about following their medical regimen unless their life depended on it, or...
He felt his heart jump at the thought. And it wasn't in joy. If she had a case like Kevin's...
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Post by Cody Travers on Oct 22, 2007 7:26:35 GMT -8
Cody was taking a stroll down the hall miding his own buisness..
Skipping class..
Nonetheless, he'd rather not be in science seeing as that teacher was a total freakazoid. His high tops squeaked down the hall as he wandered aimlessly in between the broken doors and windows, students and teachers were yelling and screaming at each other. Eventually a student flew through one of the doors to one of the classrooms, beaten a bruised heavily. Cody shook his head and continued his stride.
He made his way down the long creaking stairs past other students who seemingly were fallen. Bloodstains riddled the school halls from secret "initiation" fights...More like gang beatings..
All the sudden Cody felt thirsty.
He thought about the layout of the school for a moment..Where the nearest fountain was available, and proceeded there.
After taking a drink, Cody noticed a girl slumped against some lockers accompanied by a male bystander. A change normally. Mostly he'd seen males slumped against lockers..He approached the girl and bystander cautiously.
"Hey! You skipping too?" He asked a little quietly in his voice.
Possibly the wrong idea overcame him...He might have thought that this guy had beaten this girl.
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Post by Alice Cuthbert on Oct 22, 2007 10:08:20 GMT -8
Dust motes flutter between faded fluorescent lights strung up in the false ceiling, its tiles patchy and missing in places from damage and neglect. Alice's hand is against the lockers, and she leans on them for support. Her mind is ablaze; she tries not to think about the "flicker," as she has grown to call such attacks. This one was a small one, but it was always the same. It was not painful; on the contrary, the senses were flooded with a feeling of rightness, of pleasure, of naturalness. Yes, that was the word for it, but it was terrifying at the same time. She desperately tries to think about something else. If she allows herself to look straight into the eyes of that rightness, that pleasure, she fears that she might will for it to come again sooner, and then again sooner, until she cannot recover ever again.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Alice takes a moment to realize that the sound she is hearing is not in her head but is actually happening. Before she can react the voice comes.
"Hey, you. Girlie by the lockers. You OK? You're sweating enough to refill Mono Lake, Jesus," he says.
*flicker*
man, strong, smell him, another man coming
*flicker*
Alice shudders. Kick in, damn you, work! she screams inside her head at the pills she had swallowed. This was something new; she knew she had taken them this morning, this should not be happening.
Alice laughs a short, soft laugh and smiles sweetly, meeting the boy's eyes for a moment and then returning her gaze to the floor, focusing on staying upright. "I'm just a little under the weather, don't worry about it," she says, doing her best to sound completely sincere.
Sure enough, another person approaches, turning the scene into a veritable party.
"Hey! You skipping too?" he asks.
Alice pushes off the locker with her hand and stands upright. Her head swims, but she retains balance through sheer force of will. "Yeah, class was so boring it was making me sick to myself," she says with an amicable smile, but steel is in her eyes. She refuses to look like some fragile toddler in front of them any longer.
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Post by Kevin Collessano-Alvari on Oct 22, 2007 10:26:23 GMT -8
Kevin had to frown to try & focus through the vibes he was getting; he'd glanced at Cody for a split second & felt the hairs on his body & head stiffen a bit. To the others around him, it would seem like his shoulder-length mop would have just slightly flared at the ends. His reaction when he felt uneasy. Granted, the guy didn't look like bad news, but there was that odd instinct when one could sort of tell when they were being looked at the wrong way. His fingertips tingled just in case the guy wanted to get greasy, for whatever reason. Hopefully, him & this girl weren't going out or anything to provoke a masculinity rush.
And as for this girl:
"Smiles brighten skies. You didn't know?" He'd grin in response, though his mind was still on those pills, if that was what he saw. He remembered how he actually used to obey his medicine regimen; he was in a panic whenever he was late by even a few minutes. Hell, wouldn't you when you knew you went apeshit without it & cared if you snapped on an innocent person or even a friend?
Ironically, he didn't give two shits about the continuous shots...hence, why he stopped. No sense in pricking himself with syringes if he eventually built up an immunity, right? Now, Kevin was still at risk, but knew how to play his cards. That was what set him apart from most people with similar circumstances...all he needed was himself to manage the case, & he was proud of it.
"Yo, I just registered to this school today. I don't have a schedule, but I usually don't ditch. Consider this the one time you see me other than for water & bathroom breaks."
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Post by regieboi on Oct 22, 2007 13:01:23 GMT -8
Dante looked lost as he walked down the hall trying to read a stupid campus diamgram given to him, he then walked past a kid on the floor who was all beat up and noticed the door was broken through with quite some force he then took a couple seconds puzzling at it and wondered if that happens alot around here and then looked over to the three suspicious people standing at the lockers.
"I wonder if they did it to him?"
Dante thinks as he walks on the other side of the corridor just in case, only to find out his locker was designated beside them.
"Dam you receptionist!"
Dante muttered as he walked up to the locker and tried putting the combination in while smiling at the others next to him, he must have tried the combination about 10 times to no prevale so he headbutts the locker in frustration, by this time he had forgotten about the others next to him.
(OOC: Ok that post sucked!)
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