((open)) High Hopes in Velvet Ropes

[judas savage leivra]

Judas was already sick of school. The year had been all of one day and already, he was ready to leave-- for good. For all he cared, Judas could go to Vegas. Just, not here. Here was too depressing. But he was stuck here, right? So he may as well make the best of this place.

It didn't take long for Judas to realize how incredibly hungry he was (actually, had been all morning). As was usually instinct among hungry students, he ventured towards the cafeteria to find something to fill his stomach. Of course, he knew nothing they offered here would be any good, because it was school food, but he was near starving. Anything to get his mind of being hungry. Or better yet, to get his mind off Alice. Alice, who had never done anything wrong, poor girl. She didn't deserve to die the way she did. Or so young...

The next thing Judas knew, he was already in the lunchroom, holding a tray of something. He grabbed a bottle of water and a bag of chips before heading out into the main part of the cafeteria. There were lots of empty seats; it was last lunch and no one ever seemed to come eat this late. Of course, it was also 1:45 in the afternoon. Judas chose a table towards the back.

He sat down alone, not really expecting for anyone to come over and sit with him. After all, he was pretty new to this school, and it was such a depressing place at times that he felt like everybody sat alone. Of course no one wanted to talk. Of course no one here was social. This was a school for the people who had firsthand accounts of death. People with paranoia. And right then, Judas was pretty sure he didn't fit in quite like everyone else at Barrington. He didn't really have any aftershock of Alice's death. It was kind of just... the past.

But soon enough someone did come to join him at his table, thought he didn't recognize the face at all.

[becky]

Demi's bag was put on the table with a quiet thud. She sat, looking at Judas intently. No one really knew her. She didn't want to sit with anyone else in this school. And Judas' face wasn't familiar. Maybe he'd put up with her. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'd take an imidiate disliking to her. Think she was the Big, Bad Bitch of the West like the rest of them. But it was worth a try. "Hey."

[/b] Was all her uttered. Demi looked down, closing her eyes for a moment. Another nightmare. Another sleepless night. Another night of waking in a cold sweat, tears streaming down her face.

The blonde's appearance would startle some. Her blonde hair falling into her face, a black t-shirt hanging over her tiny torso, while a pair of skinny jeans clung to her hips. "I'm Demi."[/b] He hadn't asked, but she was trying to be friendly. Ish. She didn't need another person to think she was a complete bitch. She did have a good side....if people could see it. She bit down on her lip, cracking open the snapple bottle, gripping the apple in her hand so tight her nails almost dung into it. She had to grab the wrong snapple. The kiwi strawberry or whatever. Em's favorite. Demi let go of the apple, letting it roll on the table.

Her eyes darted back up to Judas, waiting on his next move. She'd said hello, introduced herself, not to the best extent, but, to a point. Now it was his turn. The ball was in his court, if that made any possible sense. [/blockquote][/size]

[judas savage leivra]

Judas looked up at the figure who had approached the table. Demi, she said her name was. She looked like him in a way, a punk. She had very blonde hair and wore the things Judas figured he would wear if he were a girl. Wouldn't that be odd...? His mind drifted a little before he brought himself back to the lunchroom. As his way of introduction, he said, "Judas. Leivra." And as much as he kind of, sort of wanted to add his middle name in there too (since it sounded so... wicked), he left it out. Judas didn't know why.

Taking a quick drink from his bottled water, he looked over at Demi. Suddenly, he remembered something from the boarding information he'd gotten this morning. A Demi Valentine was his roommate. His gaze became startlingly hard, and he caught it soon enough. "Uhm, sorry. Hey, did you get your boarding assignments? I think you're my roommate," he said, reaching back a hand to smooth out the back of his hair. Now he was rather curious to know if this was the person he'd be living with for all the time he spent at Barrington.

Judas recalled something he'd heard someone saying earlier. Not that he was one to gossip or really give a damn whatsoever, but he'd heard someone talking about Demi. And it hadn't sounded all that great, but all the same, they were preps. What did they know? Pretty soon, a memory had woven its way back into Judas's mind. A cold body laying on the bed, lifeless and resting in a pool of blood. But the worst part of it-- it was his bed. He'd been blackmailed.

[becky]

They were adding last names too? She raised her brows. Judas. Like the disciple who betrayed Jesus. Demi was not religious. Her mother was. The blonde had taken up Buddhism a long time ago. Because all in all, her life kinda sucked. So she blamed God and took up a new religion. "Demi Valentine."

[/b] She added, looking at the snapple fact and taking a sip. She imagined Emily coming behind them, asking who the new friend was while taking one "sip", sip being drinking half the bottle, and starting the conversation. Em had been the social butterfly. That's why her and Demi were perfect. One was the social one, the other wasn't as social. They clicked perfectly. Like gears in a machine. Opposites attracted. Demi's eyes rested on the apple as she picked it up, rubbing it on her shirt and taking a bite.

She saw him looking at her, and she raised a brow. Then his gaze changed and both of Demi's brows went up, in a kind of creeped out way. "Why're you---"[/b] "Uhm, sorry. Hey, did you get your boarding assignments? I think you're my roommate," She thought for a moment. "Don't apologize. I did, and I'll check."[/b] The only thing Demi really remembered was that she was at Vegas Skies Circle. It made her think of home. The Vegas sky was actually really pretty at night. She put the apple down, bitten side up, and dug through the gray bag on the table, putting out a piece of paper. She uncrinkled it and read it carefully. Under roommate, it said Judas Leivra. Who knew she'd be sitting with her roommate? "It's nice to meet you, roomie."[/b] She said, looking at Judas with a casual smirk. It was nice that her roommate was someone she didn't know. Then there wouldn't be fighting.

A few snickers could be overheard, and Demi turned, looking towards the different tables. People gossiped constantly. They needed to get lives. The snickers came from a nearby prep table, and Demi did what she did best. Flipped them the bird quickly, before a teacher would notice, and turned her attention to Judas. "They really asked for it."[/b] She muttered, shaking her head and picking up the apple, taking another bite. If Em had been here, she would've kicked their asses here and back. She had to stop thinking about it. It was stupid. Emily wasn't coming back. Never. Never ever. So there wasn't a point. She couldn't change the past.[/blockquote][/size]

[judas savage leivra]

Judas used to be a very devout Christian. Well, before Alice had been murdered. Now he didn't really worship anything. Actually, upon choosing his name, his mother had told him that the disciple Judas was unfortunate to be tempted by greed, and that everyone just used him as someone to blame when only part of it was his fault. So Judas was content with his name.

Upon her comment about being roomies, Judas smiled. "I guess we'll be getting to know eachother pretty well now." He had actually passed the house this morning, but hadn't gone in. After all, he didn't have a key yet. But it was a two-story brick house on Vegas Skies Circle. A nice street, too, and as far as he could tell, there were no preps within a ten-mile radius of the house. Or at least, no obnoxious and annoying preps. He despied them, because they alwyas thought they were better than everyone. They really weren't.

He watched as she flipped off some of the preps at another table. After a second, he replied, "I thought they were too skinny to eat." It was mostly to himself, but he knew Demi could hear him. Quickly, he diverted the topic. "So I'm gonna take it you roll with the punks. Just an assumption." If she did, they'd probably get along alright in the house.

But what was really bothering him now was the ever-present feeling of dread he had in his stomach. The one that said, "If you would've stayed with her, you could've saved two lives." It was true. But yet, there was nothing he could do about it.