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Post by christianwiess on Aug 8, 2011 16:04:52 GMT -6
Christian sat on the steps of the school, his long sleeved hoodie zipped tight, despite the heat in the late afternoon. He'd left his dorm room with no real plan in mind, only that he wasn't feeling sitting around indoors. Now that he was sitting outside though, he was having second thoughts, it seemed there was as little to do out here as there was inside the dorms.
He leaned back, bracing his weight on his hands on the step behind him, watching some fellow students pass a baseball around. He knew he was bored, when for a brief second he considered getting up and joining them. His nose scrunched up, no, he wasn't so desperate that he would sink to the level of organized sport type activities. He was wishing he'd thought to bring his guitar out, then he could at least do some work on the new song that was stuck in his head. But as it was, he was in an odd state of limbo, not really sure what he wanted to be doing, only that he wasn't doing what he wanted.[/size]
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Post by cat on Aug 14, 2011 22:02:32 GMT -6
It was shocking how bored one could become in this place. Take today for example. Cat, not a huge fan of running had found herself doing laps. 10 of them to be exact. What? She had to stay in top form for field hockey. Even if this school didn't offer the sport (something about it being a bad idea to give teenage delinquents sticks and letting them run around being a bad idea) she was not about to let herself go. Looking like a scrawny teenaged boy was Cat's prefered look. Not something she'd give up.
But now, she was rather bored. And a little sweaty. Ah well, it wasn't that bad. Now time for some entertainment. She scanned the area for someone that could prove amusing. Hmm. Spotting some, she made her way over.
"Hey," Cat smirked as she plopped down next to the blue-haired boy.
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Post by christianwiess on Aug 14, 2011 22:43:22 GMT -6
Christian turned his eyes away from the impromptu soccer game when he heard someone speaking, presumably to him. He found himself faced with a lean girl with shortly cropped hair. He was sure he'd seen her before, not that it was so shocking, they were more than a little isolated in the school, there were very few new faces. That being said, he was sure that despite recognizing her from around the grounds, he'd never spoken to her before. Fantastic, awkward social interaction. Not exactly his first choice for an afternoon activity, but better than sitting alone and bored out of his mind.
He nodded and smiled slightly “Hey yourself. His dark blue eyes gave her a quick once over. She looked a little damp. And was dressed for physical type activities. Gross. He never could quite understand the drive some people had to toss balls around or pointlessly run about a track. “ You face appears to have sprung some kind of leak.” he said in regards to her general sweatiness “ I'm no doctor, but I don't think that's a good sign.”[/size]
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Post by cat on Aug 18, 2011 0:28:17 GMT -6
Cat swiped a bit of mousy hair out of her eyes. She could work with this guy. He at least was amusing. Didn't seem like a psycho either.
"Oh shit! Not again." She gave him a big half metal smile. "I'll talk to the doc later. It happens whenever I run" She wiggled her bony butt to get more comfortable. Bone on stone did not equal pleasant. "You might wanna get that sarcasm thing checked out." She ran her tongue over her braces, enjoying his company for some reason.
"Name's Cat by the way."
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Post by christianwiess on Aug 18, 2011 15:28:26 GMT -6
Christian smiled a little, he could always appreciate someone who would roll the sarcasm back to him. He tended to enjoy it when he was single handedly flinging it about as well granted, but it was still nice. Despite her obvious compulsion to aimlessly run around in circles, something Christian was sure was a sign of a deteriorating mental state, he wasn’t nearly as pessimistic about chatting with her for a bit. His afternoon just went from ‘most definitely boring’ to “Still potential for boredom but far less likely to gouge eyes out with spoon simply for entertainment value.’ Which of course is a big improvement.
“You know, my parents used to send me to specialists all over North America to have that cured. So far, the doctors all say it’s too ingrained, and any attempt at removing it would likely result in a permanent state of ennui. So, until modern medicine catches up, I’m stuck with it.” he said with a pained expression and a pitying sigh.
He nodded when she said her name, “ Cool. I’m Christian”[/size]
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