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Post by Chloe Waters on Aug 10, 2008 17:47:49 GMT -5
Topaz eyes moved across the page, refusing to look up. There was no point. By now, the woman was used to all the strange glances, even though she wasn't new to the school. New theories, new plans, new ideas. Of course, they were nowhere near close to what she actually was, but it wasn't any of her business. To tell them would be taboo, to show them, exile. So, she kept her eyes in her book, and didn't bother to talk to anyone.
Granted, she had earned the reputation as a loner around Forks, but it didn't bother her. Let the parents speak as they would, let the kids form their own opinions. No one knew what she really was, and anyone who did, didn't seem too bothered to actually talk to her. Therefore, she had no business with them.
She turned the page, the pale hand falling back into her lap. She had the other elbow on the table, holding her chin in her hand, looking completely bored. She was also dressed the part, baggy jeans and a baggy long-sleeved shirt. On anyone else, she'd look like a bum; now, she just looked like a rather lazy model. |
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Post by Nicolas Gabriel on Aug 11, 2008 0:00:16 GMT -5
He slowly sauntered through the large but crowded cafeteria, holding a tray of lunch although he wouldn't eat it. He didn't like this... stuff. He preferred something more in a liquid form. Say... blood? This was Nicolas Gabriel, vampire. His gaze wandered around the room, glancing at tables for only a second. He was looking for a place to sit. Sure he talked with many people in the high school, but he didn't get to know them enough to call them a 'friend'. Everyone was sitting with a group of friends.
It would be rude just to walk up to them and ask if he could sit with them. And besides, he didn't want to. He didn't want to sit with some guy who was on the football team, or some girl that only went after the most popular guys in school. That was just some interesting facts about what he was getting from some of these people. He stopped for just a moment as he glanced down at his tray. So... unappetizing. How he wanted to throw it out right there, but wouldn't someone suspect something? Who cared.
His left hand removed itself from the tray as the other limb quickly dropped it into a trash can without anyone seeing. The smell that wafted up from that food was enough to make anyone sick to their stomach. Unless you were a human that is. From here, he would either grab an empty table, or go to the library until lunch was over. He was definitely considering the latter. He started walking towards the exit, but his muddy brown orbs landed on someone who seemed to be isolated from the rest of the student body.
Just by looking at her, Nicolas could tell every basic detail about her. Her name was Chloe Waters, she is considered a "loner", she likes to sing, she is sixty-nine years old... well that wasn't right. How could a sixty-nine year old look like a sixteen year old model and go to high school? There was only one explanation for this. This "Chloe Waters" was a vampire. Maybe going to this school would be more interesting then he thought. With a content sigh, he made his way over to her and stopped on the other side of the table. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked, gesturing to a seat almost diagonal from where she was sitting.
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Post by Chloe Waters on Aug 11, 2008 21:17:09 GMT -5
An almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she closed the book. She was rereading it. It wasn't like there was much else to do. No one was going to bother with the model-esque woman who sat by herself, after all. She said nothing, glancing quickly around the cafeteria as a boy came up to her. She glanced him over, tilting her head slightly as she tried to place him. Was he...? No, she shook off the thought. But... it was possible...
Mind if I sit here?
His question snapped Chloe out of her musings and she nodded, motioning to the seat across from her. She felt his apprehension at sitting down and tilted her head again, saying nothing for a moment, before she stuck out her hand toward him with a smile.
"Hi. Name's Chloe," she said, her smile genuine this time around. She was genuinely happy that someone was actually braving the gossip, or whatever, and talking to her. "Glad to see that not everyone is affected by rumors." [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by ` matthew ' haile ´ on Aug 13, 2008 20:15:35 GMT -5
There was definantly something different about this one. Yes, this girl, Chloe, sure was a little bottle of sunshine wasn't she? Pale white skin, dark black hair, that blood-sucking look in her eyes. What was she? A vampire!? The simple thought of a loner being some mythological creature was enough to bring a smile to the boy's face, bright white teeth beaming through to display his happiness. Approaching the table she sat at, Matthew stopped as he saw another guy, this one not so popular either, sit at the table and say something. Now second thoughts came to mind. Should he still go and sit down? What if that was her over-protective and paranoid boyfriend? What if that was her older brother? No. Ofcourse not. He would have heard the rumours if Chloe Waters was dating. Right?
The African-American teen continued his casual approach toward the table, trying to look non-chalant. Not like Matthew really cared what the other Jocks or Musicians thought about what he did, but rumours spread fast and Matthew didn't want to be labelled as a loner himself. It could reflect on how people treated him, and the boy knew better than anyone that how you were treated was important in Forks. White teeth beaming another handsome smile, Matthew stepped right beside the table and sat down without speaking, a nervous grin on his blemish-free face.
"Err.. I hope you don't mind if I sit here..."
Matthew looked down at the pale green tray on the wooden table infront of him, slowly lifting up some Iced Tea and taking a sip from the plastic bottle before replacing it. With a friendly smirk, the boy nodded his greetings to the two other teens and took a bite out of his bright red apple, noting that if it was held in Chloe's hands then the contrast would be beautiful, maybe accompanied by feathers or flowers. It would make a good picture .. and that in turn could make a great song. Thoughts ran through the black boy's mind as he deftly introduced himself without thought.
"I'm Matthew, Matthew Haile. You?"
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