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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 20:37:19 GMT -5
She looked at his hand and took the fabric in her hand and wrapped it around his hand over the wound. Tying the knot above the wound so there would be pressure on the wound. She made sure the fabric was on tightly and then let of the fabric. You can still see the red coming out staining the white fabric.
She followed his stare over to the preps. She rolled her eyes she really doesn't care for those people. Even being an orphan those preps can't get over themselves. It highly annoyed her. She would call over a worker but they don't trust her. None of them do. They would accuse her of hurting him. Selfish, yes. Worried about the boy, slightly.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 21:00:17 GMT -5
Duke watched as she wrapped the fabric around his hand. When she let go he pulled his arm slowly towards himself again. Looking down at the white and red cloth then back at the girl. He nodded his head then grabbed his fork again. Bringing it to his arm he starting digging it into his skin but it was ripped from his hands. Looking up to see a worker he glared. The worker said “ Duke Keep it up and I will send you to the Isolation room again.” Duke glared at the man and folded his arms and let his head fall onto the table. Making another loud noise but he didn’t care. He hated that room more then anything. Raising his head and moving his hand to where he could see it. Poking at the fabric and pulling on it slightly. [/sup] OOC(( Sorry took me so long! Dad came home and barked orders then my dog got into the garbage.))
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 21:10:27 GMT -5
She glared at the worker as he warned Duke. She hated those workers more then anything. Keeping these orphans hostage. Not helping them. She was used to the isolation room. She been there so many times it wasn't even funny. The worker looked at Ophelia just glared at her then left.
She sat down at the table rolling her eyes at the worker. "I hate this place so much." she muttered to herself as she started to stare at her combat boots. They were beaten up an worn. It showed how long she had them and how much she uses them by how worn down they are.
((it is fine)))
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 21:18:52 GMT -5
Duke felt the need to say something. She didn’t leave him and has been with him for the past hour. He said very quietly “ not when it’s the only place you can go without being beat.” Looking at her then looked down at the table. His voice was shaky but still gentle. He stopped playing with the fabric and pulled his hands to his chest and leaned against the table. He looked at her surprised he just talked. He didn’t talk at all unless it was a very close friend. He still had a dull look on his face and his eyes still not twinkling.
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 21:33:50 GMT -5
She was surprised he talked. From what she figured he was mute, never talking or enable to. She then shooked her head and said. "Well, then go away from this place and whomever beats you." she told him quietly. She wondered who beat the boy. More likely the father. "I can't ever leave this place. Been here for nearly nine years, and eveytime I try to leave I am brought back." she told the boy with a sigh. She looked around the hall and looked at everyone. "I just want to leave." she then started kicking the heel of one of her boots onto the back of her chair. She needed some noise in this place. It was too quiet.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 21:44:48 GMT -5
Duke looked at her and said still very quiet “ Running away from here is pointless. They will just get you again.” Sighing softly as he looked over at the preps. He looked away then at the doors. He thought “ just run Duke. She’s right just run away from everyone. Where will you live?” He said to her a little louder “ I couldn’t run away anyways, I don’t know hardly anything.” He remembers his father pulling him out of school when he told the teacher about his father. Sighing as he felt very stupid now. All his memories and past flooded back. The scars on his back seem to sting like they did when he just got them. Rubbing his back with his good hand then looking back at the girl. [/sup]
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 21:58:43 GMT -5
Ophelia looked over at him as she started tugging at one of her many braids. "It doesn't hurt to try. Just a week in the Isolation Room." she told him with a shrug. She doesn't find that place bad anymore. She was used to the place since she had been there so many times. "It doesn't matter if you know anything. Running is easy. You take your stuff then leave." she explained to him. "Now, the only thing you need to worry about when running, is getting caught." she told him still tugging at the braid. "Names Ophelia by the way." she told him realizing she hasn't said her name yet. She wondered what his was though.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 22:14:12 GMT -5
“ Ophelia the name rung in his head. He said “ if you didn’t hear my name was Duke. If you ran away are just going to shrivel up and die? You will need to eat and find somewhere to live.” He grabbed his fork and chucked it hard at the prep. Hitting his head the prep spun around. Duke was looking the other way and acting like nothing happened. The prep muttered “ Great two assholes here now.” referring to Duke and Ophelia. Duke gritted his teeth and beginning called names. Standing up and walking over to the prep. Grabbing his shoulder and throwing him to the ground. The prep quickly jumped up and Duke welcomed him with a fist in the face. The prep flew back and his nose began bleeding. Duke glared at him and spat on him then walked back to the table. Sliding in the seat and looking over at the preps. [/sup]
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 22:29:45 GMT -5
"I don't eat here anyways." she told him with a shrug. "The only reason I am down here because I haven't ate anything in a week. And still haven't." she told him with a shrug. She did not care. This was her way of rebelling against the school. If anyone found out that they were feeding them this horrid excuse for food the school could get closed down.
She jumped when she saw him throw the fork at the prep. Then going to the prep and started to beat him up. She wondered what caused that. But thought the prep deserved it. When Duke came back to the table and sit down she raised an eyebrow at the boy. "What the hell caused you to do that?" she asked him looking over at the prep with the broken nose. It was a new add to her list of injuries that have occured to the school. Uneven floors cause male student to trip and break nose she thought in her head of what she would say to the people who have the power to close the school down.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 17, 2007 22:42:46 GMT -5
Duke said “ If you could hear his comments you would have done the same thing. That or stab him with a fork.” Duke looked over at her then back at the table. His hand had stopped bleeding and Duke took off the torn skirt. Looking at the gash he had made he sighed. Rubbing his index finger across it then looked up at Ophelia then back down at the cut. He tucked it in his jacket pocket then rested his head against the wall. [/sup] OOC(( Wow, sorry for short post Brainfart ))
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 17, 2007 22:53:09 GMT -5
Ophelia looked at him "I am assuming that you are probably right." she said with a shrug. She looked over the preps and they all seem not to look at them anymore. She laughed slightly. "Idiots." she said referring to them rolling her eyes. She looked down at Dukes hand where the scar was. She debated on asking him why he stabbed himself on the first place. She decided against it. The place started getting colder she took her stolen jacket and pulled it closer around her trying to warm her body. She hated the cold. Which adds to her hatred of this place.
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 18, 2007 11:10:58 GMT -5
Duke nodded to her but didn’t smile. He had never smiled in his life and didn’t plan on smiling for just anyone. Duke froze when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His face blank again and eyes wide. Duke flashed back when he father would throw him into the wall then beat him. Feeling his color drain from his face and his whole body go numb. Closing his eyes to try and clam himself down. His heart went faster and faster until Duke finally heard the worker speak. “ Duke your going to isolation.” Duke quickly though of something to say “ Why?” Removing his hand quickly. The worker said “ You punched someone!” Duke looked around and said “ you were in the bathroom how do you know I did it?” The man grunted and said “ I will get you for the slightest thing you do.” Duke just shot him a glare but froze when the man tapped his face. Duke shook his head and muttered “ Bastard.” He glared at him and his face slowly began getting its color again. [/sup]
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 18, 2007 11:24:03 GMT -5
She laughed slightly when he lied to the worker. When he was out of ear shot she looked at Duke and smiled. "Nice job." she said with a nod. She glanced at the table of preps they all looked pissed that Duke was not in trouble. She gave them a mock smile and rolled her eyes.
She looked down at the pasta she had toss onto the floor from earlier it had a couple of bugs crawling on it. She shuttered slightly before looking away. She heard the bell ring. The horrid lunch time was over. She didn't move yet from her seat though. She will leave when there is hardly anyone left in the room. She looked up at Duke and said "Finally..."
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Post by Duke Matherson on Nov 18, 2007 11:40:46 GMT -5
Duke jumped when the bell rang. He hated the bell so much, because he was never ready for it to ring. He heard her say “Finally.” when he was a little sad because he had to go to class. Not knowing what class she had but he wanted to talk to her some more. Sighing as he put his hands in his jacket and looked around at the emptying Eating Hall. He said “ You’re the only I have talked to in about 10 years.” Looking over at Ophelia as he said this. It was true. Ever since he had told the teacher about his dad beating him he didn’t talk to anyone. [/sup]
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Post by voguegurl on Nov 18, 2007 11:47:24 GMT -5
Ophelia looked up at him her eyes widen. "Your serious?" she asked him in shock. She wondered how he could stay quiet for ten years. She sure as hell cannot. She may be crazy but she loved talking. But it was usually to freak someone out. "Why?" she asked him. She was asking why he has not talk to anyone in ten years. How can he stand it? She did not care if he was sane or not. She definatly wasn't. She was going to ask why he decided to talk to her. But probably because she did not leave him alone at all. She has a habit of doing that. Bothering people but not caring at all what they think of her. She glanced at the workers as the slowly left you can tell they were wary of leaving Duke and Ophelia alone in the lunchroom.
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