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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 30, 2009 4:57:23 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] Her cell was boring, the cafeteria was boring, the halls were definetely boring. So, where was Lucy supposed to go to escape from her boredom ? She wanted to be somewhere with other people, and not anti-social people that wanted nothing to do with her and her two conversation contributors that lived in her head. So, she wanted to be somewhere that people hung out to socialize.... Aha ! The social area ! Lucy made her way down the hall, skipping instead of walking, and ignored the looks she got. Especially when she and Denise got into an argument about lunch. She was used to getting strange looks and honestly, she kind of liked them. No attention was bad attention in Lucy's mind, and it all just helped build up her ego.
It wasn't long until she finally made it to her destination. Ugh, she hated the smell of the social room, it had a musty odor that probably originated from the fact that the staff rarely came in there to clean. Apparently they were afraid of the kids that stayed in there. She couldn't really blame them, if she wasn't her, she'd be afraid of Lucy too. C'mon, she heard voices and she thought she was a freaking princess. That was pretty messed up and even she knew it. Lucy would be the first one to admit how screwed up she was, but if someone else called her out on that, their ass was hers. She was a little hypocritical that way, as she'd call anyone crazy.
Lucy skipped into the room and paused in the center, hands on her hips as she scoped it out and decided which seat would give her the most social oppertunities. Ooh, that couch looked good. It was the biggest in the room and appeared the most comfortable. If she sat there, someone was sure to sit next to her at some point.
Man, that's a really complicated plan. Sure you can remember it, or should I write it down for you ? [/i][/s] "Do you just have two modes, Denise ? Cause all I ever get from you is bitch or idiot."Haha....[/s][/i] Shut up, Cathy. The only reason she doesn't talk to you like that is because you kiss her ass.[/i][/s] I do not.[/i][/s] "Actually, you kind of do, babe. But I love you for it."Aw, Lucy, I love you too.... HEY ! Wait a minute ![/s][/i] Now she gets it...[/s][/i][/blockquote] |
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Post by Greg Zweiner on Jun 30, 2009 5:59:14 GMT
He'd put in a pair of contacts in order to see. Why was there always those awful glasses sitting by his bed? Were they really his? When did he buy them? He couldn't remember that, and it wasn't like he wore them anyways. He should really get rid of them, but he was just too lazy. Besides, he figured that should be someone else's job and not his.
He had had to dig a little before he found clothes that suited his liking. Coming up with a pair of jeans in a darkish color. They weren't quite blue, but they weren't black. They were sort of an inbetween grey or silverish color. A dark blue shirt went underneath a long sleeve collared white one, and a skinny black tie had been tied loosely around his neck. Top it off with the jean jacket he remembered swiping from that store downtown, the studded belt, and a pair of black high top converse. His fingers ruffled through his hair, messing it up some, his bangs falling over his forehead. Damn did he look good.
Now what to do in this place? He didn't know what there was to do in this place. He'd been by the kitchen and the smell really didn't appeal to him. What were they serving in there anyways? Roadkill? Cause that's the way it smelled. Spencer had soon come to the area that had a couch and what not in it. This must be what was supposed to be like a living room or something like that in this place. As he walked in he noticed a girl standing in the middle of the room. From the way her head was he could only guess she was looking at the couch, and she was talking to someone, though no one else was in the room.
Whatever. That didn't concern him really, and he passed her moving and plopping down on the couch she had been eying so intently |
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jul 1, 2009 3:51:22 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] Well, now that there was a guy on the couch she had been staring at rather intently, she had to sit there, just to show it wasn't entirely his. So Lucy bounced over there and sat down next to him, making sure she took up a little more room than he was. And that was extremely difficult for her to do, as she didn't have that much to stretch out over the couch. He was lucky she was letting him sit on her couch at all. But she was in a generous mood and he was another person, which was exactly what she had come here in search of. Now she was looking him over rather intently, deciding whether or not he was worth talking too or if she should move on in search of someone more interesting.
"Hello." She said rather abruptly. "And just who are you ?"
Don't interrregate him. He'll leave... [/s][/i] "If he leaves, he obviously wasn't worth talking to to begin with. " That logic was perfectly sound in her mind so she went back to her self appointed task of inspecting him. Lucy was completely aware that her behaviour was less than normal, but she couldn't really bring herself to care. She was way better than normal on her worst day and since she was so fantastic, she couldn't be bothered to fool with all of those stupid formalities that everyday people stuck to. She finally decided that he wasn't horrible enough to deserve being ordered off of her couch, so she relaxed back against the sofa and just looked at him normally instead of her inspecting stare. He was lucky to make it past her rigerous screening process. A lot of people didn't. He looks funny to me.[/s][/i] "Everyone looks funny to you which makes me think that if you had a face you'd be awfully funny looking yourself."[/blockquote] |
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Post by Greg Zweiner on Jul 1, 2009 21:55:22 GMT
As he felt the couch sink down just a little from the girl plopping down, he turned his head to look at her. Spencer chuckled silently to himself as he saw her trying to take up more room on the couch. Honestly it wasn't really working, and if he pleased he could stretch himself out as well. The way she looked at him, reminded him of the way she had been looking at the couch just moments earlier. That rather intent stare. A brief second and then she gave a creating followed by asking him who he was.
"Spencer"
he said giving her his name, and answering the question almost as abruptly as she had asked it. What had given her the right to ask him in such a manner anyways? Who did this little stick think she was? She added something on about him leaving, but it wasn't as if she was talking to him. Who was she talking to anyways? No need to ask, really. Spencer didn't care enough to want to know. If she wanted to talk to herself or her imaginary friends, whatever, that was all on her.
The way she looked at him had changed, and he felt as she relaxed a little. Why had she been so stiff to begin with? Spencer didn't understand people like that.
"and you are?"
he asked as he stretched back some, turning his head to look at her. His legs moved, sprawling a little, starting to move hers over just a little. He'd decided he'd needed a bit more room, and if that meant having to push her over just a little, then that's what was going to have to happen."
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jul 4, 2009 5:14:46 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] Lucy frowned. She certainly didn't approve of his tone. Well, in his defense, he still had no idea who he was talking to, so it technically wasn't completely his fault.
I still think he's being rude. [/s][/i] I know he is. Kick him off your couch.[/s][/i] "No, let's play nice. Maybe he doesn't realize he's being an ass." Lucy was completely aware that she was speaking out loud and he could hear her, but she wasn't really trying to make a point or anything. If he overheard her saying something unfavorable about him and had a problem with it he shouldn't have been eavedropping. "I'm Princess Lucy." And yes, she had just introduced herself as a princess. Once again, she was completely aware of how unusual that was, she just considered herself the exception to most rules. When his leg began to push hers over, Lucy actually gritted her teeth. Here she was being nice and completely friendly and even allowing him to sit on her couch, and he had the nerve to move her leg. That just wasn't going to fly. He wanted to stretch out and take her leg's spot ? Fine, he was going to become her leg's spot. Lucy moved her leg back to where it had been, but instead of pushing his leg over, she just laid her leg ontop of his. If he didn't like it, he could move and frankly she might find that more pleasant if he was going to be that rude and demanding. Lucy was a gracious hostess (not really), but she did have lines that shouldn't be crossed. "Why are you here, Spencer ?" she asked, deciding as soon as she said his name that she didn't like it. Her mind went to work thinking off another name that would suit him better, because she hated to see people with names that didn't match them. Huh... Richard ? Maybe... the nickname 'thingy' would probably suit him very well.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Greg Zweiner on Jul 7, 2009 6:56:49 GMT
Play nice? He was being an ass? She was the one who had decided to try and take over the entire couch in the first place. How dare she call him an ass? If he was being an ass, then she was being a little bitch. His brow raised and he stifled a laugh when she introduced herself as Princess Lucy.
"Did - did you just say Princess Lucy?"
he asked as he turned his head to look at her. He really couldn't believe that she had just told him that was her name. Obviously this girl was delusional.
His leg had barely nudged hers to move it over, and now here she was putting her leg on top of his. Did she think that was going to be alright with him? No. His hand moved to her leg and he pushed it off of his. There was plenty more couch for her to stretch out on. His legs were longer than hers, much longer, therefore he needed more room than she did. Besides he was older and older meant he was in a place of authority. You were supposed to respect your authority, even if you did believe you were a princess.
"I suppose it's because of all the parties"
he shrugged a little bit
"drinking, drugs, sex...all that"
he added. Spencer, of course, didn't know the real reason that he was here, but he figured that the drinking and such must have been it for him. It was a regular basis that he found himself taking part in one of those.
He ran his hand up to the side of his head, scratching at it, before his hand moved through his hair. The young man took in a breath before proceeding to ask her why she was in there.
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