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Post by Tamara George on Jul 1, 2011 12:16:29 GMT -5
Outfit!
Tam strode into the lunch room, heels clacking against the hard floor as she plucked a tray off the side, tapping her nails against it as she waited in line, her iPod filling the space around her with a gentle twisting melody before it broke into the chorus.
She'd in a HUGELY improved mood since the other day, sure the occasional whisper of doubt crept in but from the deafening cacophony it had decreased to a manageable background hum, leaving her mind to wander back to their usual 'subjects of interest' such as 'that bloke over there has a nice arse' and 'my god I'm gorgeous' followed by a large dose of 'hmmm...I rather fancy a shag'.
Yup, she was back.
At least for the moment.
She helped herself to several things, her appetite rearing it's head from it's months of dormant activity, picking up the bottle of coke and then another of water, as she always did, before unscrewing the coke and helping herself. She finished, easily making her way over to one of the circular tables, sliding her tray against the surface before sitting herself down, pulling out her earphones and setting it down beside her, slipping out one of the brochures out of her bag she'd got from the carers office. They were leaving after all and she still had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do. She'd comtemplated psychology...then decided that she honestly did not have the patience and would end up slapping a load of clients. Most of which would probably need it but apparently these things weren't 'allowed'. She didn't want anything difficult, she had plenty of money already but she knew she'd probably end up totally bored if she didn't do something. She had contemplated designing, she'd always loved it...but she liked it just as a hoobie. She gave a strangled groan before snapping the thing closed.
"Bloody thing," She grumbled before taking a drink.
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jul 2, 2011 0:14:01 GMT -5
Fagan walked into the lunch room, horribly in step with the music thumping in her ears. Prince was serenading her, belting out his heart to her. He never meant to cause her any pain, he only wanted to be some kind of friend. Prince only wanted to see her underneath the purple rain. It's okay Prince, it's okay.
The guitar solo started, and Fagan ran through the chords in her head as she looked over the food. Nothing really that amazing: pizza, hamburgers, some fries, some veggies, some kind of chicken, school food. You know. She opted for the pepperoni pizza, some fries, carrots, and a Coke. She added salt and Bar-B-Q sauce to her fries, and turned to the room.
There weren't many people. It was summer after all, and there were a lot better places to eat then the school lunch room. She spotted another girl, a senior, but she knew the girl was a demi-god like her.
Fagan moved toward the table, pulling her earbuds out and draping them around her neck. As she drew closer she was struck by the girl's beauty. I mean sure, there were a lot of hot girls at the school; but this girl was past them. Fagan took a wild guess at the girl's mother. Only one goddess could pass on that kind of beauty.
Hi,
[/color] Fagan said with a bright, happy smile. Mind if I sit with you?[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Tamara George on Jul 6, 2011 16:43:49 GMT -5
Tam looked out before shoving a few of the brochures etc out the way as she cleared a space.
"Sure, knock yourself out," She said pleasantly, absently tapping the table with her nails as she helped herself to a drink.
"You're a south sider, aren't you? I think I've seen you around before," She said curiously, tilting her head to the side slightly before she paused, her mouth flopping open.
"Oh my god. YOU'RE GINGER!" She cried. Now if there was one thing Tam loved almost as much as shoes, clothes, shopping, nagging, music, herself, the sound of her own voice and...well...herself, it was gingers. In fact, they were on a par with fish and chips and curling up on the sofa on a cold rainy night back home with a hot chocolate, moaning about 'what a bitch' the woman who was currently prancing around on the tv was...the best boyfriend she'd ever had had been ginger...before she'd dumped him for a druggie...
OOC: I'm sorry it's such a crap post, I'm really not in the mood but I thought I'd get it out before I completely gave up xD x.x
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jul 6, 2011 22:00:29 GMT -5
Fagan was about to answer the girl's first question, but she was cut off by the girl's sudden epiphany. She'd never quite had a reaction like that. She'd been teased: a lot. The worst was Fire Crotch; back in seventh grade when all the boys watched the soft-core porn they called "education" in the Health class. Yeaa. Greatt year; syke. It was also said that she didn't have a soul. Who knew?
Fagan, cocked her head, staring at the girl with a grin. Yep, going on, eighteen years,
[/color] she laughed. I'm guessing your a fan?[/color] Fagan grabbed a napkin, and pressed it again the pizza. It was so greasy; way too greasy. The napkin quickly turned orange with grease, and Fagan wrapped it in a clean one and set it on the side. She picked up her pizza, and bit off the point and a piece of pepperoni. I'm Fagan Lay,[/color] she said, setting the pizza down. She opened her Coke and took a long drink. You're a senior right? Or, well graduating I guess now, huh?[/color] She grabbed a carrot and munched on it. The girl seemed a bit off her rocker. First she'd seemed indifferent, then when she spotted Fagan's flaming hair she exploded. Weird bro. Who could blame her though; ginger's were awesome. So what's your name?[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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