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Post by tyson alonso on May 21, 2009 17:38:26 GMT -5
Tyson glanced out into the hall one more time just to make sure he was really alone. When he was satisfied that no one else was watching him, he shut the door quietly behind him and looked around the small room. It looked just big enough to be a small classroom, but it was much too crowded for that now. Tyson sighed and slumped against the wall opposite the door. He was already regretting that he didn't have his acoustic with him; he really ought to have brought it this morning when he was thinking about it. Again, he sighed, trying to let out all the things that had already happened today- and it was only midmorning.
Tyson recalled the events of the past hour vividly. Sitting quietly at his desk, Tyson remembered that he'd forgotten his syllabus for this semester's Theater class. He stood up and made his way down the hall from the auditorium to his locker. But he never actually made it that far, because he was stopped by one of the preps who gave him no choice but to do as she said. (After all, she had this awful bloodthirsty look in her eyes and what looked like a knife in her pocket.) She told him he had to come up to the roof after school for a little 'fun' or he'd be dead this time tomorrow. After reluctantly agreeing, Tyson tried to make it back to the auditorium, with no luck. Everyone he passed would look at him like he was a freak, like he was gay. They said that all the time... And so now here he was, cooped up in a closet with the whole school falsely believing he was gay and a death threat on his shoulders. What else could go wrong?
Tyson just couldn't figure it out. He wasn't gay. Not by a landslide. But he could never convince anyone that he was a normal guy. And he'd probably be tormented later today. Sighing, Tyson wished he could stay in here all day, with the door shut (which he suddenly realized wasn't actually locked...) and all of this... this... chaos being just a bad dream. He thought, with a downward gaze, I'll be damned if there's one person in this school that cares. Suddenly, Tyson heard footsteps outside the door. He felt the familiar dread creeping into his gut as they stopped right outside. With deep regret at not locking the door, Tyson held his breath as it opened. |
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Post by marianna on May 21, 2009 18:06:01 GMT -5
  ------------------------------------------------------- silvia is a girl that you barely ever hear talking unless she's completely wasted, which is a side that most people are shocked to see even though it happens more frequently then expected. anyways, anyways; during lunch, silvia didn't have all that many friends. instead of trying to hang out with people that obviously didn't care for her, she normally just hung out in the storage room. it was her little getaway she would like to call it.
so of course, just like almost every other day, silvia walked to her "getaway". humming lucky by jason mraz and colbie caillat, her favorite song at the moment, the girl didn't even noticed that she had already reached the normally empty storage room.
opening the door, she didn't even notice that there was another person inside. while turning around, still humming, she finally noticed him. "oh!" she said, startled by the sight of another human being. "uhm," she began, feeling awkward. "sorry about that, didn't know anyone was in here." she turned around to face the door again, "i'll just leave."
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Post by tyson alonso on May 21, 2009 18:28:12 GMT -5
When he was sure that this person wasn't going to either kill him or call him gay, Tyson shook his head. "No, no..." He was toungue-tied. He was shaken and unsure of what to say next. Actually, Tyson wasn't sure if he'd ever even seen anyone else notice this room, much less use it for anything. Suddenly, he got a mind to speak up, finally. "Uhm, do you need the room. I mean, it's fine if you do, I'll just leave, but... you know..." He wasn't very good at talking to people. Not since his family's deaths.
He looked up at the girl. She was quite pretty, he had to admit. But there was no reason to think of that now, because he really needed to think up a strategic escape plan for this afternoon. After a few moments of dead siilence, Tyson gave up. "Well, uhm, come in, I guess. Unless you, like, are gonna call me gay or whatever." The last part of what he said, he said quietly. He really didn't like people to think of him that way.
Tyson sat there, frozen, hoping to God that if she did come in, she'd close the door. Or if she left, that she wouldn't tell anyone he was here. Either one worked out just fine. Either way. Nervously, Tyson began fidgeting. He just wasn't the same since he'd come here. Here was an atmosphere filled with death, and that was the one thing he'd been trying to avoid contact with if he possibly could. |
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Post by marianna on May 23, 2009 13:14:24 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------- hearing the boy speak again, silvia waited to leave. not knowing what to say, she turned around to face him once again, a lock of hair falling in front of her face as she was doing so. using her right hand to bring it behind her ear, she spoke again. "oh, uh." she began. "no, i don't really need it." she said softly, but loud enough for him to hear while looking around the room. "i just come here during lunch, i guess. you don't need to leave." she added to the end of her sentence.
looking down at the ground, she listened to him speak. a confused look grazed over her face, looking back towards him. "i wouldn't call you gay." she said bluntly, "unless you really were?" she added almost mute. "but," she started to say as a save, "i don't think you are, i guess." oh yes, she was awkward. she knew it to, but she couldn't help it.
the girl looked back around, seeing the door. deciding whether or not she should leave, she decided to just stay. she had no where else to go, so why not? she pushed her right hand against the door, closing it completely.
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Post by tyson alonso on May 23, 2009 15:21:47 GMT -5
Tyson could see this was going to be awkward. He didn't talk to people alot, and when he did, he usually let the other person do the talking. Which made him wonder why he'd been labeled as a rockstar. He thought rockstars were supposed to be crazy, outgoing and fame-obsessed and all that-- the way he'd been just last year. Before he'd lost everything.
He looked up, a wave of relief sweeping over his face when she did close the door. He didn't want anyone else to know he was here. To her comment, he replied quietly, "No, I'm not. But that's what everyone says." Mentally, he added, And I don't have half the mind to speak up for myself... He was living in a very awkward sort of position where he would give in to pressure daily and never stand up for himself. Of course, it is rather difficult to stand up for yourself when you've lost everything in the world that meant something to you.
Tyson looked up with a knowing glance. He was the only one here who knew what he'd had to go through to be here in the first place. And he never talked about it. "Well, sit down, I guess." After a second or two, he introduced himself. "Tyson. Alonso." He sighed nervously, not knowing if she'd heard rumors or not. Rumors were a killer. |
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