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Post by Christopher Sharp on Jul 9, 2008 11:31:47 GMT -5
   it's not my h e a r t you're breaking...it was a typical day for chris. waking up in a cold, horrible dorm, shoving some random un-washed clothes on and walking down to the cafeteria. not really caring about his make-up, not that he usually bothered with it anyway.
sighing, he walked through the deserted corridors to the cafeteria. the corridors were deserted for a good reason, too. checking his watch carefully placed on his left wrist, he realised just how early he was at waking up. normally, he was up for around eight, but today he was two hours ahead of his usual day.
feeling slightly freaked out, he walked into the cafeteria to find only a few people sitting at the long tables. it was strange to him, usually there was well over a few hundred people cramming for the counter and another hundred or so sitting down in their seats. so it was weird for him to see so little people in there, even at the time of day, or morning as any normal person would call it.
making his way to the counter, he decided to get a carton of milk and a banana shake, not his usual breakfast, as it was always sold out, but today there was loads of the stuff. chris made a mental note to always get up this early for his breakfast, always a good thing for his milk and shake.
after paying for his food, chris sat down at a table in the middle of the room, wanting to feel more secure by the people around him. not that it would work, as usual. and he was right. as soon as he'd sat down all of the people who sat there before moved at least a seat away from him. but he liked it like that, he'd decided it a long time ago. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by { lilly coeur on Jul 9, 2008 12:15:13 GMT -5
lucie astrid coeur }   { let me be your stupid little fuck up
lucie felt horrible. she'd have to remember never to go to a party with alix again. lucie had so much alcohol given to her that it was a miracle she was still alive, and that she hadn't been busted for underage drinking. again. lucie fully lived up to the standards of her clique, and she wasn't planning on changing anytime soon.
clutching her hands to her forehead, lucie curled up in a ball underneath her duvet, trying to get away from the light. she hated sharing a dorm ; the person she shared with didn't particularly like her, so took pleasure in waking her up far too early when she knew that lucie had been out until god knows what hour and would wake up with the worst hangover imaginable.
she could hear her roommate talking now. god, she hated her. lucie halfheartedly looked around under her duvet for something to throw at her, but gave up when it became apparent that there was nothing there. she must have knocked her teddy out of her bed during the night.
hearing the girl mutter under her breath and slam out of the room, lucie tentatively peeked out from under the duvet and, as soon as she was sure that the girl was gone, hopped out of her bed and into the bathroom, picking her phone up on the way. she'd only gotten in at two a.m. and it was now . . . 9 a.m.? this was good, even for lucie. lucie had found that she didn't sleep as much when she had alcohol, despite what it did to others.
emerging from the bathroom half an hour later - and only feeling marginally better - lucie checked her make up for one last time in the mirror and frowned at her hair. ever since she'd dyed it, it had been ignoring her explicitly and doing whatever the hell it wanted. lucie rolled her heavily made up eyes and shoved her phone into the pocket of her black skinny jeans. lucie loved skinny jeans. she had at least eight pairs with another ten back at her home in france. she adjusted the straps of her black and grey spaghetti strap tops - the black one was shorter than the grey, and lucie was cold anyway - and grabbed her jacket before exiting the dorm.
she made her way towards the canteen, thanking god that she'd finally managed to find her way around this damn school. walking into the cafeteria, lucie pulled a face. the only thing left to eat was toast, and orange juice. lucie wasn't very fond of either of them, but she didn't have much choice really, did she?
picking them up, lucie nodded at the people who smiled at her, trying not to give away that she had a huge hangover. spotting someone she hadn't seen in ages, lucie flopped down into the seat opposite him.
"hey," she said, poking her toast.
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Post by Christopher Sharp on Jul 9, 2008 12:43:26 GMT -5
it's not my h e a r t you're breaking... chris had finished his milk and was half way through his banana shake when a bubbly girl sat down opposite him. well, she looked bubbly, but it was pretty obvious when you looked at her properly that she had a bad hangover. chris had been there hundreds of times, so he would know pretty well how horrible they could be.
"hey." he replied, looking down at his banana shake, not particularly wanting it now, he'd had enough. more than he usually would, which was a glass of orange juice that he didn't even like in the first place. but when you got up with a hangover and you were almost late for your lessons, it really didn't matter what you were drinking, as long it woke you up and was good for you.
sighing to himself, chris pushed the shake away and looked back up to the girl, feeling talkative today, he decided to talk to her, usually, he wouldn't have had the time or energy to talk. but today he felt as if it was new beginning, well, sort of, with all of the crappy lessons still involved of course. "i'm chris." he smiled. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by { lilly coeur on Jul 10, 2008 10:25:50 GMT -5
lucie astrid coeur } { let me be your stupid little fuck up
lucie took a bite of her toast, grimacing at the taste of it. lucie had never much cared for toast, and this particular slice had gone cold. she pushed the plate away from her, and took a sip of her juice. lucie didn't much like orange juice either. she'd have preffered it if it were vodka, to be honest. lucie wrinkled her nose andmassaged her forehead. it probably didn't help that she had the worst headache ever. or was it a hangover? lucie couldn't tell anymore. she'd found that the best hangover headache cure was to get drunk all over again, but lucie didn't particularly want to try and talk her way out of a month's worth of detention again, like the last time she'd tried it. now she thought about it, that was probably not the best idea in the world.
"i'm chris,"
lucie snapped her head back up at him. hadn't she met him before? the previous year, lucie had managed to get lost so much that she must have met him at some point. "i know," she said, cupping her glass in her hands. at least she wasn't the silly little new girl anymore ; she could find her way around reasonably well, at least. "we met last year, didn't we? i'm lucie. lucie coeur."
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