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Post by Juleanna on Jul 19, 2009 9:41:41 GMT -5
Dead-white-looking hands toyed with a fork, as violet eyes simply stared at the plate with a small, dainty sandwich.
Juleanna imagined what her parents would've said if she were still human. "Just eat it,dear! It's not going to eat /you/ inside out!"
And then her reply. "But, Motheer...I'm full..." She would've whined back, shoving the plate away.
OOC: If I put /[word here]/ that's what I'm used to using for Italics, 'cause where I usually RP, they don't allow you to italicize.
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Post by Drew Nilson on Jul 20, 2009 4:57:41 GMT -5
Drew made his way to the cafe, the only place he thought of to go. No one would expect him to go there, so he was relatively safe from them for the time being. The shop was quite empty except for the workers, who seemed quite bored, and a girl about his age. She looked as though she was concentrating hard on something, something that would never appear. She was staring at her plate, with held a small sandwich, was wasn't so bad when you ignored the cardboard tasting bread. He had eaten one for a bet. He got a few small dollars for it, and he still didn't get why he had made the bet.
Quite confident of being rejected, Drew walked over to the girl. She didn't look familiar, but he couldn't assume she was new, he was always surrounded by his so called friends. She probebly didn't know him, or of she did, probably thought he was something he wasn't. He was quite smart, but he didn't show it, he was protective of his hard-earned 'rep'. He hurried to the table, thinking of a way to introduse himself.
"Hello, I believe we have not met. I'm Drew by the way, it's nice to meet you." |
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Post by Juleanna on Jul 20, 2009 10:04:17 GMT -5
Juleanna jumped causing the fork to drop and hit the ground with a soft 'bing' , startled by someone simply coming up and introducing himself.
"Um..Hi?" She replied, still completely aware that this was someone she didn't know.
Juleanna bent down to pick up the fork, still looking at Drew out of the corner of her eye.
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Post by Drew Nilson on Jul 20, 2009 16:38:10 GMT -5
Drew was rather confused with this girl. Maybe it was because she didn't know him, or she did know him and took him as someone much much worse than he accually was. But he did earn some of the blame, but not entirely. He didn't order anything, he just sat at the table across from the girl. The workers, however were slightly confused, he had never come here, at least not at this time of day.
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Post by Juleanna on Jul 30, 2009 12:39:29 GMT -5
Ooc; WRITERS BLOCK. >.>
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Post by Drew Nilson on Aug 1, 2009 1:17:51 GMT -5
((ooc: ohh.....I hate that))
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