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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 16:54:55 GMT -5
Duke quietly slipped into the Eating Hall. 3 crumpled dollars in his hand as he stepped up to the man. He handed him the money and nodded to him. He was handed what was suppose to be pasta. Duke gently took the plate and walked over to the furthest table away from everyone. He sat down and leaned against the wall just staring at the pasta. It didn’t look eatable or appetizing. He poked it with his fork once then sighed. Duke set the fork on the plate and rested his head against the wall. He looked down at his scared wrist were he had attempted to kill himself a year ago. Pulling the jacket he had over it and pulling the hood over his head. Still leaning against the wall and looking down at the pasta. He stared at it, and watched for anyone, mainly a worker. His green dull eyes kept going back and forth between the pasta and the room.
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 17:06:57 GMT -5
Ophelia stumbled into the Eating Hall. The workers were forcing her to eat since she hasn't in a week. She glared at everyone as she threw her money at the people grabbing the disgusting pasta. She stared down at the food saying to them. "This is why I don't eat your digusting food!" she spat at them rolling her eyes.
Her long black hair were twisted into many braids and she had on red eyeshadow and dark lipstick. She stood in her combat boots and a long white torn skirt. Her shirt was a torn black shirt with a pink corset over it. She basically wore the clothes people would considered as second hand or whatever. But she didn't care at all.
She stood in the dark and dirty hall looking for a place to seat. She rolled her eyes at the preppy little orphans that think they were going to get adopted soon. "Clueless." she muttered referring to them. She sighed and finally took a seat at the same table as Duke. She didn't look at him but just poked the pasta with her fork with annoyance.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 17:15:38 GMT -5
Duke jumped slightly as he saw a girl sit at his table. Pushing himself closer to the wall as he stared at his pasta. He didn’t want to look up so he just locked his eyes on the pasta. He had tucked his hands in his jacket’s pocket and stared down at the jacket now. His face showing no expression what so ever, his stomach rumbled and his whole body seemed motionless. In his jacket his hands were closed tight around each other and were stiff. It was cold, dark and uncomfortable in here. Seeing a worker walk over he froze not moving his hands at all. Starring at him as he looked over at the two then walked away. Duke hated when he was against a wall and someone came over. It flashed him back to his father who had always cornered him so he wouldn’t move. He starred down at the floor now his eyes darting between the pasta, to his jacket then at the floor. He seemed crazy to some yes but, he is just emotionally unstable and lost in his own world.
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 17:28:00 GMT -5
She looked up at the boy and laughed at him rolling her eyes as he pushed himself against the wall. She looked back down at the inedible food. Poking it again with her fork again and sighed shoving the plate away from her. When one of the workers came and looked at her she glared up at him. He pointed to her food. She took her index finger shoving it down her throat indicating she would puke. Giving up he walked off.
She looked back at the other boy recognizing him as the one that tried to kill himself. She figured in her head he was about as crazy as she was. But the thing is she doesn't think she is crazy. Nope, she thinks she is perfectly sane. But in actuality she is a sociopath. Well that is what it says on her file. Some people consider her as the craziest of all the orphans. She just simply thinks she is as sane as the next person. But then again, she is being compared to a bunch of neglected orphans. So it wasn't a fair comparison.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 17:36:08 GMT -5
Hearing her laugh made him push harder. He hated being by people and she seem to have no interest in hurting him but still she was by him and it made him uncomfortable. Watching as the worker came over and pointed to her food. She put her finger down her throat showing him she would puke. Watching with no emotion, just a dull look. Feeling her eyes fall on him a few times made him push harder. Finally giving up he relaxed and stared at the floor again. Looking at his own pasta again, he reached for his fork. Grabbing it gently and poking the pasta softly. Pushing it away from him as he looked down at the fork in his hands. Running his right index finger over the points, while holding it in his left hand. The points were dull, to dull to be used as a weapon unless you were out to kill someone. He sighed quietly as he threw the fork on the table. Not wanting to move to much and become a target for the preps. Feeling more eyes on him made him push himself against the wall again. Looking over at a prep who was staring at him. The prep stared at him but, Duke’s cold look made him look away. Duke quickly looked down at his feet again. He took one quick glance over at the girl then, quickly at his feet again.
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 17:54:50 GMT -5
She looked over at the prep who was staring at the boy. With a smirk planted on her lips. She took her fork and walked over to the prep. Her combat boots pounding the ground as she walked. She sat down at the table looking at the prep. "What are you doing here Ophelia?" he demanded from her. She leaned back and said "Well you see, my friend there." she points to the boy she didn't even know "Doesn't like being stared at. And neither do I. So you stop now, or this little fork." she lifted the fork and admired it with a pyscho look in her eyes "Will be the last thing you ever stare at." she spat at him. The prep and his friends quickly hushed up and stared down at their food and not at her.
She laughed and got up from the table and went back to the other table where she was sitting earlier with the boy. She sat the fork back on the table and gave the pasta a look of disgust. She seemed to not notice the boy. But she did. She looked up at him and said "I hate people like him." she told him quietly. Then looked around the hall shivered from the cold air. She glanced and saw a jacket in an empty seat in the table next to her. She leaned over and took the jacket. She slipped it on not caring she just totally stole someones jacket. She stoled worsed and never cares.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 18:06:37 GMT -5
Duke watched as she walked over to the preps. “ Well you see, my friend there.” The words the girl said rang in his head. The only word that stuck after a few moments was “ Friend.” Hearing her talk to him made him look at her. Nodding slowly to her as he watched her take a jacket. Not saying anything just watching her. Duke rarely talks and only does if he trusts the person a lot, but Duke’s trust was very hard to earn. She had earned a bit by standing up to him but, he still didn’t trust her. Squeezing his hands again in his jacket as he stared down at the floor again. His feet planted on the floor and his hood still over his face. Feeling no need to hide his face he pulled it off his head and leaned against the wall. Duke pulled his right hand out of his pocket and picked up his fork. Bringing his hand to his side with the fork in it to. Pushing down on the points with his thumb until he felt the skin break, quickly dropping the fork as he brought his hand to his eye level. Watching as blood began to reach the surface and formed a circle. He wiped the blood on his jeans then picked up his fork. Setting it gently on the table then staring at the preps. Watching every move they made as if he was going to kill them.
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 18:25:20 GMT -5
She looked up and saw a girl go to the empty chair from wear she swiped the jacket. The girl glanced around frantically looking for it not even noticing Ophelia sitting there in her jacket. The girl sighed and walked off. Ophelia laughed to herself rolling her eyes. She tighten the fit of the jacket around her since of the lack of heat. She finally toss the plate of pasta in front of her onto the floor. The plate was facing down with the pasta under it. She sighed and leaned against her chair.
She looked up and saw the bit of red on the boy's fork. She knew what it was right there and then. Blood. She shooked her head softly as she saw him giving a death look at the preps. "Ignore them." she advised him. "They will never accept anyone like either of us." she then glanced over at them. Then rolled her eyes. She took her fork and started stabbing the table with it. The sound of her fork stabbing into the table the preps looked at her then quickly looked down at the ground trying to become invisible.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 18:34:18 GMT -5
“ Ignore them.” he heard her say. Looking over at her then back at the preps. They seemed to want to avoid her. He looked down at his hand which a drop of blood had dripped off his finger and onto the floor. Looking over at the worker near by and giving him his cold glare. The man turned around and ignored Duke. Duke nodded slightly in approval then looked at the girl. She had said something else but Duke wasn’t really listening. Jumping slightly at the sound of the fork hit the table. Sitting there frozen remembering his dad. The gun, his father’s gun. He would make that click with it and point it at Duke. Of course it wasn’t loaded but still it scared Duke. Duke reached out and grabbed the fork and tried to pull it from her grasp. The click rang in his head and he shook his head slightly and held onto the fork pulling, still trying to get it from her hand. [/sup]
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 18:54:01 GMT -5
Ophelia wasn't paying much attention to Duke untill he started flipping out. She let go of her fork and backed away from him slightly. She should have known better then making loud noises. Most people in the orphanage would freak out. But then again she does not think much about her actions. Never have. That was probably why she spent most of her time in the isolation room. It was pratically her dorm.
She glanced around the hall again wanting to leave. But there were people gaurding the doors not letting anyone leave till it was over. She sighed picked up the plate that she thrown to the ground earlier. She sat it on the table leaving the pasta on the ground not caring that the food would only attract more pest. She looked over at the others in the Hall. They all would have to get used to rats and other rodents. She sighed again.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 19:04:29 GMT -5
Duke set the fork down on the table where she had her hand. Feeling something now sit in his spot he jumped up and saw a prep. Surprised he stood there frozen not liked his back being touched. The boy said “ Chill dude.” Duke looked at him then back at the girl. He grabbed his plate and threw it into the garbage before returning to another table. He sat down and leaned against the wall again. The prep began talking to the girl trying to get her to like him. This Duke didn’t get one bit. If you like a girl why not just tell her? Plus this place wouldn’t really allow relationships anyways. Duke dug his hands in his pockets again and slammed his head on the table top. Ignoring the looks and the pain Duke stared at his feet. [/sup]
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 19:45:59 GMT -5
Ophelia looked at the prep with an raised eyebrow. She shook her head and laughed straight in his face. She wasn't interested one bit. The prep, disappointed, left her at the table alone. Ophelia looked over at the boy since he left the table. Her eyes widen as he slammed his head on the table. "Hey, hey you okay?" she asked him with slight surprise in her voice for actually asking if someone was okay. She glanced over at the prep again and rolled her eyes. Wondering why he would ever think she would be interested in him. She threaten him and his friends. She never shown any interest in him nor his friends. She was cruel. Why the hell would he ever like her?
((I hope I read your post right. If I didn't sorry lol)))
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 20:03:41 GMT -5
Duke heard her ask him if he was ok. Raising his head and nodding slightly then setting his head down without making any noise. His head throbbed now but he ignored it, pain to him was something he could handle. Gritting his teeth as the preps made comments. Grabbing his fork and pulling it into his jacket pocket. He dug the points deep into his hand as he buried his head deeper into the hood and the table. His teeth still grinding as he dug the fork deeper into his hand as they kept commenting. Not wanting to look up and see their faces. He hadn’t really felt angered he just hated preps. His knuckles were white around the fork as he felt blood come. He pulled his hand out of his jacket and held it on the table. Watching as the blood began forming a puddle quickly. He pulled the fork from his other hand and looked at them both. Letting the fork go on the table which had some blood on it. Looking back at his hand that had now a good size puddle of blood forming. He just stared at it, not in pain or shocked.
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 20:12:45 GMT -5
Ophelia looked at the blood that was on the table. She doesn't know why she was worried about him but he was. She took her fork and stabbed it into the the table of the preps. "Insufferable jerks! We all are f*cking losers. But you guys just haven't got over yourselves enough to realize that. Now have you? Go f*ck yourselves and leave him alone." she snapped at them with hatred in her eyes as she glared at them.
She then walked over to the boy and ripped off a piece of her long white already torn and tattered skirt. She looked at the boy and said "Let me help you." she asked the boy holding the piece of fabric in her head. She was going to wrap it around his hand and take him to get it stitched up. She knew plenty of ways to get out of the place. She had ran away from it enough. But is always brought back. Which brought emphasis to the fact that the orphans would never be able to leave this horrid place.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 20:28:25 GMT -5
Duke watched as she went over to the preps. He then saw her come back and rip her skirt. It looked like it had been torn before. He listened to her as she said “ let me help you.” Looking at her unsure, then down at his hand. Slowly sliding his hand over by her then watching her. He was unsure of what she might do and his hand was tense. The blood still coming from his wound that he had made. Glaring at the preps who were staring at them again. Giving them a cold hard glare as he still had his arm extended towards the girl.
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