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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 23:29:21 GMT
Diane looked down at her phone. She'd been trying to organise things for a few days, but every time she tried something always ended up going awry. She had texted her closest friends too all meet at the coffee shop in Henton just after school hours finished. She made it sound like it was just a friendly get together, which is what she wanted, but secretly it was a chance to bridge the uncomfortable gap between her friends and her boyfriend. She hoped that they would get along.
She leaned against the wall of the coffee shop, not quite willing to go inside until she was quite sure that others would be with her. She had been checking her phone incessantly, but there was still no reply from anyone. Was she really going to be left alone?
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 23:36:53 GMT
Brendan checked his phone, sitting on a bench somewhere in the mall. So he didnt know where he was at, he was on crutches, and his girlfriend wanted him to meet the guy she was -and probably still is- madly in love with. He groaned and slumped down, keeping all pressure off of his left foot. Yeah. Sounds like the greatest day ever. He ran his fingers through his hair, more than a little pissed at the 'ingenius' plan. He pulled himself back onto his crutches and set off to find this coffee shop, something he was assuming this guy loved.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 23:40:54 GMT
She looked around herself, sighing as she thought she'd given up all hope. She was about to leave when she looked up, seeing Brendan walking towards the coffee shop. Her heart bounced up, but dropped straight back down as she saw the look on his face. "Brendan!" she called, putting her arms around him and holding him tightly, before holding him at arms length. "What's wrong? Is something the matter?" she asked, trying to judge his expression.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 23:47:13 GMT
"Just fucking peachy.." He said, shrugging her off and hobbling to a chair, relieved to be sitting down. His arms were in so much pain. He set his head on the counter, banging it there repeatedly before just letting it settle there. He shrugged off his booksack, his only means of transpoting things now that he was crippled. What he thought would be a great day with his girlfriend was turning sour fast. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and threw it on the table, shrugging out of his jacket because he was too hot.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 23:57:06 GMT
She looked at him with concern, not really sure what to say or do. She put her hand on his shoulder, realising that this must have been a bad day. Unless... it was the meeting he was upset about. She looked away, not really wanting to put any more stress on the situation. "Well... I guess it'll just be you and me, unless one of the other guys finally reply to my text." she said, feeling a little disappointed that things weren't working out as they were meant to, but it wouldn't be a completely ruined day. Brendan was still there, and that was what mattered. "So, want me to get you a coffee?" she asked, already beginning to stand.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 0:04:37 GMT
Brendan wanted scream. Coffee? Was she serious?!"I do not want coffee, Diane. The last thing I want is his coffee. Ill be back."
He lifted himself to his crutches, hobbling to the bathroom. He perched himself on the counter, doubting highly Diane would watch the things he left at the table. He hung his head, wishing he could crawl in a hole and never come back out. He wished Braxton was here. He would care. Then again, Brendan doubted he would. He sighed and hobbled back outside, sitting down at his table, laying his head down.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 17, 2010 0:12:21 GMT
Antosha looked at the phone for the thousandth time, still unsure why he would go anywhere with Diane at this moment. Let alone to go see her new boyfriend. He grimaced, fixing the metal on his face, trying to look as scary as possible. A metal claw ring hung from his neck, the only reminder to himself about the passing of his sister. He wouldn't talk about it anymore, nor would he think about it. But it made himself feel better to have a part of her near him.
A massive black cat jumped onto his bed, startling him out of his trance. Antosha smiled, pulling out the snake bites to apply another coat of black lipstick before throwing them back on. Already his face was chalky white, his eyes and lips covered in a thick blanket of black. The cat started complaining, giving a me-uhf-roow in protest. "Sorry, Boo. Gotta head out for the meet and great with midget." he patted the cat's head affectionatly, smiling again before heading out the door.
His trench flared behind him reflectively as he stalked the mall, headed for the coffee shop in question. A few girls stopped and giggled at him, one of them pointed at his strange appearance before he brushed passed them. Earbuds blaring an appropriately titled "Faggot" into his brain, setting the mood for the day. Antosha paused inside the doorway, raising an eyebrow at his sister before slinking up to the table. He waited patiently to be told to sit, wanting to be noticed first.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 0:13:50 GMT
She drummed her fingers along the table as she waited for him to return, feeling like she should be angry but not quite sure why. She stayed exactly where she had been sitting before, though, watching over the things for his return, trying to work out who he was. The sentence didn't seem to make any sense in her mind; did he have something against the place, or was he just so deep into paranoia that everything seemed an accusation.
She sighed, smiling up at him as he returned, but it was a hollow smile. "Brendan... are you going to tell me what's wrong?" she asked, trying not to sound too accusing, but she was starting to get tired. She had put in a lot of effort for this, and she had been expecting drama; just not like this. She had thought herself and Brendan being alone would repair whatever happened at the meeting.
She looked up, suddenly seeing Antosha standing up infront of them, hoping that he hadn't heard to much, but knowing that whatever he hadn't heard he would probably be able to pick up. "Wow.... Antosha, you're looking scarier than ever." she teased him, motioning to the chair beside them, silently scolding him for having appeared so instantly offputting. Couldn't he see this was important to Diane, or did he just not care?
"Antosha, this is Brendan. Brendan, Antosha." she introduced them quickly, shifting her chair instinctively closer to Brendan. It seemed awkward, but for the exact opposite reasons she would have guessed.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 0:20:39 GMT
Brendan shook his head, glancing at the guy, the deciding he was going to leave. He picked up his booksack, slinging it over his shoulder and shoved his phone back into his pocket. Diane was the only thing he used his phone for anymore. No one seemed to want anything to do with him. Not that it was much of a surprise. This guy obviously wanted him gone. And Diane for himself.
"Ill catch you later, babe." He said, leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. He reached for his crutches but ended up knocking them over. He stepped down, cringing as his stitches hit the floor. It brought tears to his eyes. He cringed, picking them up and leaning on them, his teeth bared down into his lip.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 17, 2010 0:33:59 GMT
Antosha set his hand on the guy's shoulder, Brendan, as he corrected himself bitterly. His grip was light but firm, not letting the boy wiggle away like this. "I came to meet you, I met you. Now stay, pleasure my sister. If you make her cry, then you'll have me to answer to.." His words were cold steel, not a hint of joke was in his face. He flashed a small smile at Diane, further contorting his features. Another second ticked by, he waited for the boy's reply, keeping his grip on Brendan's shoulder.
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Post by Emilija “Ellie” Klause on Jan 17, 2010 0:39:59 GMT
Ellie placed her hands in her lap, staring at her feet modestly. A slight breeze tossed her pale blonde hair back and forth, fluttering around her jaw. She shifted a bit on the bench, unsure of what to do. People walked by, conversing loudly. They were all older teenagers, though. There was no one her age around it seemed. It made her feel insignificant, and lonely. Sure, she had met a few people, but they all had their own groups of friends.
Letting out a sigh, Ellie stood slowly and began walking around, almost dragging her feet along. She glanced around and pulled her jacket closer around her. She didn't see anyone she knew, which made her feel even worse. Ugh.
She continued on quietly, still on constant look-out for friends or even potential friends. Ellie spotted the first girl she had met, Diane, at the coffee shoppe, and decided she would say hello. Walking over, she smiled slightly, but not like she usually did. "Hi there.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 0:39:56 GMT
Diane closed her eyes tightly, having never felt more embarrassed in her life. Her face was a deep beetroot colour. She knew what Antosha was like, and was beginning to learn what this new Antosha could do, but she had never thought that he would do anything like this. "Antosha..." she said through her teeth as she stood uncomfortably, taking Brendan in her arm and trying to release Antosha's grip. She tried to throw insults, tried to tear him apart, but could do little but glare at him, no words rightly summing up how furious she was with him.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 17, 2010 0:43:22 GMT
Brendan was growing extremely furious. This guy was kidding, right? He had to be kidding. He honestly couldnt be that stupid. He shrugged his hand off, sitting back down in his chair.
"You think I would hurt her?! Youre about as dumb as you look. I would never hurt Diane. Ever. And if you even think I would, you dont know me that well." He barked, shrugging out of his booksack. This guy was really starting to make him mad. He looked like a clown, a fool spawned from the pages of a poorly written novel. How could Diane ever have fallen for this guy?
And at that moment, Brendan gave up any hope at all of being loved by her. It didnt matter how much she meant to him, this guy would always mean more to her. And he would never measure up. He touched the chain he wore around his neck, wishing his dad was here. He would know what to do.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 17, 2010 0:54:12 GMT
Antosha almost growled, feeling hate coming out of both of them. He'd deal with Diane first, she was always the safer of the two. "De, it's still me, in case your worried." his voice was clam and controlled, just like the waters he walked in. He turned to address the new boyfriend, smiling widely. "Your right, I don't know you. Maybe that's because I just met you? Ohhh, who would have thought it! And I do not look like a clown!" he gave another glare before sitting down. Antosha looked over, feeling another person enter the area. "Gah! Little girl! Who are you?" he gave a soft voice, trying to look less weird then his face would allow.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 17, 2010 1:03:13 GMT
She frowned, feeling Antosha coldness washing over her. "I have tried very hard to make this work, Antosha," she said, struggling to keep her words calm enough so that they wouldn't crack. "I realise that you're just trying to be protective, but this isn't right." she told him, practically begging him as she clutched onto Brendan. "You can't just walk in and threaten my boyfriend; are you trying to scare him away?" she asked, not sure if she should be afraid or flattered that he was being so... brotherly. At least, it felt vaguely similar to a feeling of having a brother that she knew.
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