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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 25, 2009 16:03:50 GMT
Diane walked into the hall of the cafeteria. It was early in the term, lessons hadn't begun yet and a lot of people hadn't even moved into the school yet. The cafeteria was nearly empty, apart from a few distant tables filled with huge groups that practically ruled the school. Although there was no language divide, it was still all too obvious that most people liked to stay with people from their own country, or even continent. The two large groups were mostly Asian and African, and Diane didn't want to risk intruding either.
She stepped through and pulled out a chair as far as she could from the table, sitting down and facing out into the room. She needed more people; most of her friends had been in the years above, and had left last year. She needed to just know there was a familiar face, or at least a friendly stranger.
She pulled her bag onto the table, opening it and emptying out the mass amounts of food her father had packed 'for the journey'. She hadn't been able to tell him that the trip was instant. She smiled, though, and pulled out a cereal bar.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 26, 2009 22:55:44 GMT
Antosha stepped into the cafeteria, pulling up his skateboard before it crashed into the wall. It was handmade, and cost alot of money. Class hadn't started yet, thankfully. His first class probably would have been Necromancy, which was his favorite subject. Too bad it was only theory, so much could be done with that class.
He smiled to himself as he looked around, it was so much high school. Everyone was in cliches, or at least ethnic groups. Running his hand to spike his hair he headed for a seat beside Diane. "Hey De." He laughed, leaning against the back of his chair. "Nice bag." Antosha commented, still chuckling.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 26, 2009 23:18:34 GMT
Diane smiled at Antosha, self consciously starting to pull her bag off the table even before he had commented on it, metaphorically freeing up her table to allow her friend to sit. She blushed at his comment - she wondered if he was being sarcastic, and a stereotype of gay men being able to judge fashion better than anyone flashed in her mind. Then, she immediately felt guilty for assuming that stereotype. Her face was burning redder.
"Thanks," she said, just so short it was unclear whether she was saying it or snapping at him. She pulled out a cereal bar and held it in his general direction, asking, "Cereal bar?"
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 26, 2009 23:27:26 GMT
Antosha smiled, leaning over to take it. He noticed the blush across her cheeks, wondering what was on her mind. 'How cute' he thought, smiling to himself. Even though he was gay, he could have his straight moments- couldn't he? Oh well, he couldn't worry about it now. Smiling still he shook his head.
"No thanks love, I couldn't. I'm on a diet, you know? Can't get a body like this by eating tons of food" he joked. "Why your cheeks so red? Hmmm?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. It was fun for him to tease the girls, knowing he wouldn't date any of them.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 26, 2009 23:34:03 GMT
She raised one eyebrow, or at least tried to, and told him sarcastically, "Yeah, I can really see you need the diet," looking at him objectively and running her eyes across his body quickly. "And what do you mean 'junk food', these are packed with fruit and-" she looked down at the packet, putting it close to her eyes as she read the tiny writing, "Ok, maybe coco-pops ones aren't fantastic, but the fruisli ones are really fruity."
She turned back to her back and pulled it back up onto the table, purposefully fiddling with it as she put the snack back into it, trying to avoid his eyes as she said, "I always have red cheeks." she said, giving him a sideways look.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 26, 2009 23:43:31 GMT
Antosha laughed, trying not to be mean. "Artificial flavoring." he stated. Yawning, he stretched trying to relax in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. "You'd think with so much money we'd have better seat." he muttered, shaking his head. Acting took a toll on his health, probably why he was go thin. He took a moment to rub at the dark bags under his eyes before speaking again. "Why are we up so early, some of us need our beauty sleep, though some could use coma." he yawned, looking at the Russian table.
He was suppose to sit over there by his other 'friends' but really, what was the point? Diane was always more fun, the Russian just shout and dance around. "Hun, you do not always have red cheek." he replied, giving her a smoldering look with his dark eyes. She was pretty, that much he couldn't deny. But she was much to innocent for a guy like him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 26, 2009 23:51:04 GMT
Diane nodded, closing her bag quickly and almost breaking the zip in the process. "I only arrived a few minutes ago," she explained, not feeling very welcome to the reminder that this was the morning, never mind how early, "I needed to let my Dad think I had a really long journey ahead of me," she said, leaning back, "Bless him, he even drove me all the way to the trainstation and forced me to get on some train to God knows where!" she said, laughing to herself sympathetically.
She looked up at him, saying defiantly, "Actually I quite often have rosie cheeks! Its called rosea or something like that - its when your face just blows up bright red for no reason," she said, sounding rather smug.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 27, 2009 0:02:11 GMT
Antosha looked away suddenly, pulling his hood onto his head to hide his face further. Diane was lucky, her dad loved her. His dad wouldn't have ever done anything like that, not that he couldn't. The old bastard was dead, and he would never bother anyone again. He shook his head, dispelling the darker thoughts and forced the happiness back into his voice. "Oh god, I probably look so goth. Don't I?" he laughed, turning back around. No one should be a good an actor as he was, it was almost inhuman.
"Oh My God! Dee!!! What classes do you have?" he asked suddenly, reaching for his own black bag. He moved the skateboard over to one side to grab his own piece of paper. Sure, they might all have the same classes but not all at the same time.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 27, 2009 0:15:34 GMT
She laughed at his immitation so loud that she got a few looks from the nearest table. She didn't mind though, answering, "Yeah, proper emo!" leaning forwards and trying to push the hood off his head all together, though the fabric bent under her fingertips and she quickly gave up.
She took out her phone from the side pocket of her bag and flipped open the protective black case. "One sec," she commanded, fishing her way through a series of menus. She turned the phone to him, pulling over her chair to his so they could look at it together. On there was a smart timetable of all her lectures; "Ok, so lets see... Monday first I have Necromancy with Miss Jackson... it says on the main letter that came that she's the headteacher. Do you think Miss Mirrora was replaced?" she clicked down the page, "And then straight after is History with her again - didn't that used to be taken by Mr Mirrona?"
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 27, 2009 0:23:59 GMT
Antosha smiled, looking down at her phone. 'Yeah, I think so. Hey! We'll be in Necromancy together, did you ever get your grade for last years course? Whatcha get? I heard that Mr Mirrona got killed, didn't you? The networks are saying something about witchhunters being back, but that not true at all." he said, then taking a double take. That was probably the most he has ever said at one time, oh well.
He pulled out his own phone, something he just bought this summer. He flipped it open, letting the biohazard sticker hit the table. As of yet he had no use for it, but everything was becoming electronic now.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 27, 2009 0:34:37 GMT
She gave him a very doubtful look, keeping the expression for a second before bursting out laughing, "Witchhunters? You really think they'd let us into the school if something like that happened?" she shook her head, "Maybe he and Mrs Mirrona just went and are having a baby or something?" she said, shrugging. She knew it wasn't very likely, but she didn't know what any other reason could be.
She watched his new phone, admiring the look of it, "I love flipphones." she told him, "So rare to get ones which are any good though. I used to have one and I had it in my bag and it snapped shut on a pen lid or something. Screen completely cracked," she said, pulling a sad face. Yes, she liked to talk. She had a story for everything, and the more she talked the more she felt other people would do the same to her.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 27, 2009 0:49:33 GMT
Antosha smiled pulling off his hood, he wasn't used to talking this month they only did so once in awhile anyway. "Well, it doesn't break. Teacher charmed it for me." he said, yawning again. Classes started really early so they had to wake up even earlier. At times, Diane could be really cute. But he wasn't suppose to think that way, typical gay guys are suppose to be like girls. They aren't suppose to like them.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 27, 2009 1:23:49 GMT
She laughed, "oooo get you, teachers pet, " she teased him, turning back to her own phone and flicking through her emails and texts, "I hate to think how much this is charging my phone on all the international rates." she said, sighing, "I really should have got it fixed before I left. Last year I ended up spending over £100 on a single phone call without realising!"
She pulled back on her seat, sighing to break the quiet, "So, what did you do over the holidays? Meet anyone special yet - you do seem to have a loving glow about you," she teased. She didn't know whether he had any sort of glow around him or not, she just knew that if it seemed like she knew something like that then he would have to come clean - if there was anything to come clean about.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 27, 2009 3:15:26 GMT
Antosha laughed, shaking his head. "What Holiday? I had to stay at Aunt's, get a job, and babysit Charlie. Yes, seems like so much fun. What about you? Meet anyone special?" he was talking fast, the wording rushing out of his mouth. Every time he was around her he couldn't help but talk, it was like that girl from that movie said. "She's like her own personal sun, everybody else can't help but want to be around her" or something like that. Antosha couldn't really remember.
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Post by Diane McLain on Nov 27, 2009 14:50:18 GMT
She sucked the air through her teeth at the very thought of working so hard and having no holiday. Particularly the part about babysitting - she couldn't stand babysitting. "What'd you work as?" she asked, genuinely curious, "I tried to look for a job and I kind of got half way through the holidays and though to myself 'Yeah, that isn't going to happen.' It was so boring." she said, rolling her eyes.
She found herself blush again as he mentioned a boyfriend, "Oh yeah, didn't you know? I got engaged, married, had four children - oh, they're so cute, you should come and see them sometime." she smiled a wide, cheeky grin.
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