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Post by angie e. moscott on Jan 16, 2008 17:43:45 GMT -5
Angie paced back in forth in the open area of the lobby with her hands stuffed into her sweetshirt pockets. She was wearing her tight ripped fadded jeans and a plain white tanktop and blue zip up sweetshirt from hollister. She smiled and looked around walking in cirles pacing mostly. She was completly bored outtta of her mind. She was scared too. of course who wouldnt be in this place full of vampires. She doesnt have issues with them actually she used to love them as a young child, always wanting to met one but then her father told her stories of them year after year getting scarier and sometimes she just was plain scared of them. But still the dream as a young child meeting one was still burning inside of her like a flame ina candle.
Angie sat down on the comfy chair and sighed. nothing to do at all in this place. Teachers everywhere watching you. Its not like you could just party and have random hookups whenever you wanted with them on your case all the time. Gosh teachers these days. Angie smiled and looked around bored. Looking for anything to do or anyone to talk to for that matter of fact.
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Post by derek hart. on Jan 16, 2008 18:01:36 GMT -5
Derek leaned against the wall, his palm pressed against his cheek. He wanted a drink of alcohol, he really did, but he didn't feel like finding any. Which, for someone like Derek, was rather strange since he seemingly always had his mouth pressed against a bottle of some type of alcoholic beverage. But, alas, today he just didn't feel like it. Well, scratch that, at the current moment he didn't feel like it.
Besides, the chick he was watching looked pretty insane. It wasn't as if this scenario needed a drunken senior to make it any worse. She was just pacing in circles, and Derek figured she was drunk or just simply crazy.
When she sat down, though, Derek blinked. She suddenly seemed so, normal. He removed his palm from his pale cheek, and worked his way towards the chair she was sitting on. For a moment, he stood next to her chair, unsure of where to go. But he quickly decided to sit down on another chair near it. He didn't want to seem all weird standing up. "Who the hell are you?" He finally asked. If you haven't noticed, he is a rude ass most of the time, and he never saw this chick before, so how else was he supposed to be like?
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Post by angie e. moscott on Jan 16, 2008 18:08:06 GMT -5
Her eyes glanced up to a boy leaning against the wall. he looked kinda bored and out of it but who was she to judge someone she didnt even know? well anyways she sat there being bored out of her mind and truelly wanting to do something anything. She smiled a bit.
When her eyes looked up the boy was gone then he was sitting next to her in a chair and she heard him speak with a rude ass tone and words that she would never pick on a first meeting to anyone but that wasnt her choice it was his. She looked to him and said "Angie, thats who i am and i suppose that you think your some kinda king or something that can just say whatever he wants,whenever he wants with out thinking right?". gosh she hated those kinda of people that talk without thinking before. they get her soo annoyed.
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