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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 3:31:28 GMT
Lillith had her arm in a sling. Apparantly it had been broken from the day previous.
She was exempt from classes, but it was Saturday anyway. She had a hard time walking through the halls and avoiding the glares from the other students. And she still didn't know why they'd attacked her.
Her eyes were kept low. She was quiet as she moved. They were talking about her and Clyde, all around. She was a witch; he might be too. They'd seen her water powers, and his electrical storm. This was bad..
Turning sharply to go into the library, her toe caught against the doorjam, and she fell. Her left arm, being broken, couldn't catch her fall, and she dropped her book, hitting the floor hard.
... ironic.. this was where they'd hurt her before..
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Post by Paul on May 27, 2005 3:38:54 GMT
He walked through the hall, it was a Saturday, nothing to do today. Read a book, a new book, something about history today. Max thought to himself, he walked down the hall slowly, passing the front doors, they had already cleaned up the blood on the floor, he noticed. He turned the corner of the hall, heading towards the library door, and there was the girl... She had her arm in a sling, did they.... Did.. We, do that to her? Students around her were staring, how could they? We didnt deserve to look at her after what we did, to her, to him... Max approached the door, the girl turned to step inside, she must have caught her foot, she fell face forward, not being able to catch herself because of the sling, she hit hard. He ran forwards, leaning over to help her up, he felt wrong even touching her. He reached for her arm to pull her up, "Are you alright?" He enquired, reaching for her side to support her weight.
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Post by Emu on May 27, 2005 3:39:37 GMT
Clyde was lying on his bed. Damn, but his entire body felt broken, he was out of energy completely and could not even lift a finger. He heard his roommates talk about him. The jerks. They were saying shit about Lillith, too. He figured out it after the 'water' part of their stories. He had vomitted in his sleep, the smell would be in the room forever. He would not be. Once he got better he was running away. He would do it and not be caught, he would leave the country and pick up a new name. He already had one picked out. He kept staring at the ceiling, he was never going to be accepted again, no matter what. Scoring with a girl would be impossible now, besides Lillith maybe. His hands itch like fire, his eyes felt the same too. He should have been smarter, doing all of that stupid shit? What the hell was going threw his mind? Clyde grunted. He needed food. Upon turning his head he remembered that he needed new clothes too. His were totally trashed.
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 3:48:58 GMT
Lillith's eyes lifted to meet him. She didn't like.. being touched.
Oh.. it was him..
She frowned a little, eyes going down. There was a touch of fear. He'd hurt Clyde yesterday too.
"..it's fine." she said. "..they'll hate you if you're nice to me.."
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Post by Paul on May 27, 2005 3:51:49 GMT
"Look, im sorry about yesterday, for all I knew he was trying to take you against your will.." This was a lie, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didnt care, memories of a book he once read flashed into his head, about mob mentality. "Listen, nobody hates you, they wont hate me, look, here just lemme help you up" he said suggestively, reaching again to try and lift her.
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 3:54:46 GMT
She stood, with his help. Over the last few days, she'd had a lot more attention than she was used to.
She smiled a bit, nervous. Maybe he'd leave her alone. She didn't want anyone to get into trouble, but.. they'd tried to kill her and Clyde yesterday.
"Do you know why it happened?" she asked. as if she understood what he was thinking. "Why they went after us?"
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Post by Paul on May 27, 2005 3:57:54 GMT
"No.." This was the truth, all he had been told was to not let them leave the orphanage, and to guard the front door. "They told me that, if we let you get out, there would be problems, for all of us here. Certain... Punishments." He sighed, looked up at her, she was prettier than she seemed before, her eyes, something about her... "Listen, lets, go inside" He gestured at the door, "Now they are starting to stare".
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on May 27, 2005 4:00:37 GMT
Another boy leaned against the opposite wall the children were at, Drake to be exact. He glared at the boy trying to help Lily up. How did he have the stomach to beat the two along with the others, when they were trying to escape this place? And he was trying to be friendly now!? He sighed, he knew he was lieing, but then there was truth. For some odd reason, he just knew. It was probably his telepathy, but maybe not. He was told bot to use it, not like he knew how anyways.
Drake shifted his weight slightly. He knew the girl was going to the library, as always. He decided to meet her there, maybe discuss some...things.
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 4:02:03 GMT
Caitlin was a mildly attractive girl. She was younger than the others, if only by a year, but her papers had promised she would be adopted soon. Her eyes were a deep brown, and her hair came just above her ears, short and auburn coloured.
She was very thin, and small, underdeveloped and often overlooked, but a very outgoing girl with very bold views and ideas.
This school wasn't where she wanted to be, obviously, and she was flustered that they wouldn't let her go outside on the group walks.
She pushed open the dorm room to Clyde's room; they'd dated, briefly, a few months before.
"Hey kid." she teased. He was two years older than her. "Got yourself in trouble, hunh?"
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Lillith nodded, moving past to go inside. She found a place near the windows, putting down her book.
Her legs crossed; she had a lot more of a delicate nature than most of the other girls at this school. She frowned a bit.
"Clyde started a food fight." she said. "..he made a teacher mad, and I said that I started it.. next thing we knew.. they were shooting at us. We thought we would die, so we ran.. we went to find someone to help us, and.. we found your group."
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Post by Emu on May 27, 2005 4:07:28 GMT
Clyde looked up, who was this one again? Caitlin? Where was his other exes? His much more fun and developed, older and sexier exes? Had to deal with what you had. "This? Naw, this isn't trouble. I didn't even get a day in isolation." He smiled, why was she here anyway? He would find out soon enough, he would ask. "Why are you here?"
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on May 27, 2005 4:07:50 GMT
Drake followed them. He tried to be as discrete as possible. He grabbed a random book from a shelf and sat at the table next to Lillith. He looked down at the book's cover, Ah, crap! Some chick book! He sighed, and began to listen in on their conversation. He was interested in finding out what happened. He wasn't among the crowd that day. he was- well never mind that.
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 4:13:50 GMT
Caitlyn frowned at him. "Making sure you're not dead, stupid." she answered. "..everyone's talking about you and that loser from homeroom. I can't believe they didn't kill you."
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Post by Paul on May 27, 2005 4:14:55 GMT
"Clyde? That was the Clyde? Oh, anyways, why did you try to stand up for him? Hes nothing but trouble, always bullying anybody with an IQ above -10." He processed this information, that couldnt be it, they wouldnt just start shooting without a reason... "Who shot you? I mean, I didnt see any police... The teachers dont carry guns." Do they? He thought to himself, and if so, why? He looked up at her, her hair, "So, when did you make the decision to dye your hair? You look like you want to sink into the ground whenever I see you, its not as discrete as one would imagine you being." He smiled, trying to get her to smile, his fist still hurt from the other day, damnit. What did we do? He thought to himself... He continued to smile, but couldnt take his mind of the moment his fist connected with Clyde's nose. The spurt of blood, why had they done it? Everyone was a captive here, they were no different, they just had the guts to stand up for themselves, and Clyde was nearly beaten to death for it...
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 4:18:29 GMT
"..it's been blue for four years." she said quietly. "..I can't change it."
She hadn't wanted attention.. this made her nervous.. "I think it was Mr Tortle who shot me. There was a lot of stuff happening at once.. I didn't see who it was."
She frowned. "... they're angry because I did something I shouldn't have.. but.. I don't know what I did wrong.."
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Post by Emu on May 27, 2005 4:21:06 GMT
“Wouldn't have been able to. I would have kicked their ass like all hell broke loose. You know that.” Maybe she would get him food. He certainly hoped so. He was starving. And maybe hand-feed him? His hands were in such horrible shape, his entire body was. He needed a good massage. “Hey, could you go get me some food? I'm dyin' over here~!” He made sounds to mock someone being shot, at least how they sounded on shows and plays.
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