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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 8:45:55 GMT
It was too much like a school, and none of them ever went outside anywhere. They had classes, social activities, and the like, but always here.
Lillith sat alone. She preferred this arrangement to the large and noisy social groups. They made fun of her hair, egged her for her temper, and she was usually left alone without her insistance.
She'd never retaliated.. but this resolve was starting to get difficult. Over the last weeks everyone had become.. a bit more severe with her. She was nervous, jumpy. It was hard to hide her powers, but her instructors insisted on it.
She lowered her eyes as a group of girls walked past her. She shivered. So nervous. Why did she always feel this way?
Her fingers pulled on her uniform, and she looked down at her plate. She really wasn't hungry now.. she hated this place. It was so beautiful outside...
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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 9:06:19 GMT
Clyde threw his... whatever you would call this poor excuse for food at the little bastard. Who the hell wanted to study?! What the hell was it even for?! He missed and hit some girl. Oops. Only one other option then. He slugged him right in the side as he watched the 'food' hit the girl. Ha! That shows all these morons that school is important! It does not matter, not really, not if you have street-smarts. That was all that mattered in true honesty.
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 9:09:38 GMT
Lillith shivered. She yelled when mashed potatoes slammed her in the side of the head.
It stuck in her hair like a paste, and she brought up her fingers, trying to thread it out.
She sunk into her seat. Why? They were throwing food now?
She shivered, bit her lip and stood up. Tears were starting in her eyes. Why wouldn't they just leave her alone?
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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 9:14:37 GMT
Someone was throwing food at him now, it was not the one he had meant to. No, he was probably knocked out. Served him right. He started grinning and ducked, dodging the food-gone-ammo and picking up more weapons. Someone had already cried out food fight, so all hell would break loose. Of course the teachers would stop them, he was already targetting any teacher he could find, or teacher's pets. He hated both of those breeds. Then wham! On his favorite shirt! Someone was dead.
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 9:21:57 GMT
"What exactly do you think you're doing, Clyde?" a stern voice asked. Standing behind him, Mr Tortle watched, eyes like a hawk. He seemed to be following Clyde's movements to a fault lately. It was getting frusterating.
Tortle was easily in his late fifties. He pale, but his facial features were always dark and weathered; weight hadn't been kind to him over the years, and the other orphans all knew to avoid making the man angry.
When he stepped into the room, the chaos stopped. Nobody would be caught dead throwing food while Mr Tortle was there.
"I suppose you are to blame for starting this?" he questioned.
"No." a quieter voice responded. "I started it."
Lillith, still with potato in her hair, met him at his side. She looked tired, and she was aggravated. "..they were teasing me, so I threw my potatos at them. Then they threw back. It got carried away."
His eyes pierced the girl's like a hawk. Was she lying? She was their star student.
Lily wouldn't back down; if Clyde got in trouble again, something bad might happen...
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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 9:26:59 GMT
What was this? No, she would not take his act; let them do their worst. He would regret this later, but it was a sure-thing in the matters of getting a few girls. Had to be, right? Clyde scraped up something, he refused to call this food, and weighed it in his hand. "So quick to take up what is mine? I threw it, and it hit you. Someone else started throwing food. I started it," with a grin on his face he threw it right at the old bastard's face, "and I apparently have ended it at this point." He walked up to the girl, "Don't get your self in trouble, starry. Fellas like me are here to do that for you." Defying Mr. Tortle, he took up a mock pose. "Well, Mr. Turtle," Calling him that on purpose as he had for years it seemed, "what will you do now?"
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 9:29:39 GMT
His eyes were stiff, hard.
"You will both meet me in my office in ten minutes. If you aren't there, you will be collected." he answered.
'Being collected' was horrible.. Lillith had once been gagged and knocked out for that..
He turned, left the cafeteria. Lillith shivered again. Her eyes lowered, and she turned to leave. She didn't want anyone to see her crying again.
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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 9:31:47 GMT
Crying over this? Being collected had became something he was used to, though of late it had been a real pain in the ass. Clyde walked behind her out into the hallway where he asked her in a soft tone, "Why are you so upset? You'll get out of this scotch free, I'll take all of the blame. Don't bother yourself about it; just say I bullied you until saying that crap."
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 9:32:55 GMT
She shook her head, and stopped. "..why do you hate me?" she answered instead. "...why did you do that?"
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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 9:35:40 GMT
Blinking in a mist of confusion, he did not know her name, he forgot it a while ago actually, so why, how, could he hate her? "I did it on accident, I was trying to hit this little bastard, he was all 'I'm so much smarter than you, I can actually read! What can you do? Get your ass kicked by the teachers?'! So I threw food at him, he dodged it--he's a quick asshole--and it hit you. I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you think I hate you, Starry."
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 9:40:14 GMT
She was blushing. This was the most she'd talked to anyone in months. The others were always making fun of her. Mostly because of her grades.
She looked at the floor again, a bit nervous. "..it.. it's fine." she answered quietly. "..my name is Lillith though, not Starry."
She couldn't understand nicknames. She'd never had one. Nobody had ever been close to her.
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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 9:44:34 GMT
"Fine? No it isn't." It was straight to the point. Did she just say her name, maybe he should have paid more attention. "You are not taking blame for what I started. Especially when it was something that fun." Had to have an excuse after all. "You know the kids would probably accept you more if you talked, especially with the cool hair." Clyde pointed out her blue hair. It was nifty, that was for sure. Kind of sexy too if she would just walk right and have some more confidence.
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 9:50:06 GMT
"..I don't.." she muttered, nervous. She didn't know him, and this was a very personal line. "..we need to get to his office.. he'll get us if we don't..."
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Post by Emu on May 26, 2005 9:53:30 GMT
He put himself between her. Let the old bastard come! "Finish it. What do you not do?" Clyde leaned on a wall that was not there in a way he always did, refusing to move until she answered. He kept his tone friendly when he said it, but made it clear she had to finish it first. She needed to loosen up, maybe a massage would help. He would take that offer up. Besides, she said she was tired of being picked on, if she never stood up for herself or finished her own thoughts she would always be picked on. He had to do this, it was for her own good.
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 9:56:05 GMT
He was scaring her. She didn't like confrontations..
"..I don't.. want to change to make people like me." she answered. She frowned. "..I like.. who I am.."
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