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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on Apr 24, 2012 20:29:45 GMT -5
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Cafeterias are nosy, crowded, gross, and slippery. After being mean-mugged by the cafeteria ladies for asking for a salad--how dare she be a vegetarian--Masylnn made her slow, cautious way across the cafeteria to the last few empty tables. There were only thee left. One, the opportune one, was close to a window and a little ways away from the rest of the student body currently shoving greasy, unidentifiable sludge down their throats. The second was next to the trash can, but the third was directly in the center of the room. It was abandoned because someone had puked all over it.
Somehow, Massy managed to get to the one by the window before anyone else took it. She even did so without slipping. How she managed it, she'll never know. But at least she didn't have to hang out with a garbage can or a pile of vomit while she ate her salad.
She wished she had remembered to bring either some money or her room key today. She also wished that it wasn't raining, so she could have a chance at sitting inside. There was also the idea that if she hadn't been trampled my a group of upperclassmen on her way to lunch, she wouldn't have been so late. And now she was eating her salad alone, in a noisy cafeteria, and she felt hyper, anxious, jittery, calm, nervous, melancholy, angry, and, especially, agitated. She hoped that if someone came to sit by here they would at least give off some positive energy. She could focus on it and hopefully it would get rid of the emotions that the other students were feeling. It was a bit vexing to be stuffed in a room with this many hormonal teenagers all at once. She was beginning to get a migraine from it.
To keep from exploding, Massy went over ballet formations in her mind as she attacked her salad. It only proved to make her more anxious, though, when she couldn't remember some of them.
Relax, Massy. Just get through this hour. Her next class only had seventeen students in it. It would be a very nice break after this chaotic lunch.
363 WORDS , Jace TAG , OUTFIT , aaron carter yeyuh NOTES |
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 25, 2012 13:05:25 GMT -5
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one of those days
As graceful as Jace was when he was flying, the poor boy couldn't manage coordination anytime he was out of the sky. Thankfully, his pretty-boy looks made up for it, right? He could just flash someone that adorable smile of his and they would simply forget about his little klutz moment (and here he goes, thinking highly of himself, gosh). And this was one of those moments. One of those embarrassing, I-meant-to-walk-into-that... no-I-really-did! moments. Okay, so he didn't actually mean to walk right into a trash can, but it just kinda happened. One minute he had been looking down at a text he had just received, and the next he had tripped over the garbage. Awesome.
Glancing around the crowded cafeteria, he actually wished that no one had witnessed his little episode. No such luck. There was Massy. He flashed her a little embarrassed grin and bent to pick up the can that had landed on its side and rolled a couple feet. No way was he touching the trash left by students, though. Righting the garbage bin, he stood and made his way, reluctantly, towards the otherwise vacated table that Massy occupied, ignoring the amused stares as he went.
Too be honest, Jace hated cafeterias. With a passion. They were full of teenagers who had nothing but sex, drugs, and alcohol on their mind. All three of which he didn't care for. And the floor was always slick. Which, he liked to think, was the reason for his previous epic klutz moment.
All smiles, the boy sat down beside his friend, eyeing the salad on her plate with amusement. It looked like a school salad. Slightly limp lettuce and all. "You know, I could have made something for you." Jace loved to cook. Whether it was baking simple sugar cookies or making some extremely fancy main course, he loved it. And he would have been perfectly happy to whip up some great-tasting vegetarian dish for the girl.
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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on Apr 27, 2012 13:37:16 GMT -5
i don't want just anyone to hold i don't want my love to go to waste | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] BEAUTIFUL SOUL!
Massy jumped when she heard a nearby crash. She looked up just in time to see the end of Jace's little episode. Rather than laugh, she was actually a bit worried about him. She tilted her head to the side as he sat down. "Are you alright, Jace?" she asked, not a single trace of humor. Massy never understood what was so funny about other people falling. Probably because she could always feel how embarrassed they were. In Jace's case, he bounced back almost immediately. She still felt bad for him.
When he commented on her food, she looked down at it with a small frown. "I usually bring my own," she told him. "But I didn't have a choice today." She shrugged and put down her fork, her appetite gone completely. Really, she should eat more, and she was often forced to eat by her boyfriend, but looking at the pitiful salad was making her stomach turn. That, and all the trash that was now spewed about on the floor. No doubt there were people calling Jace rude for just leaving it there, but Massy couldn't say that she was particularly eager to pick up other peoples' filth either.
"You should cook for me some day, though. I can't cook. I can hardly bake." Massy and her best friend Lucia were always trying to bake brownies. Between Lucia's clumsiness and Massy's uselessness in a kitchen, it didn't always work out. It was sometimes dangerous, even, but they had fun.
Massy was glad that Jace had come to sit with her. He was happy and bubbly, and it was doing a lot to improve her mood. She needed more friends like that. Or, rather, the world needed more people like that. She tried to zone in on the positive feelings coming from him, and she almost completely forgot about all of the things that had previously mucked up her mood. But it took a lot of concentration to do so.
"Anyway, how's your day going? You know, aside from running into trash cans."
343 WORDS , Jace TAG , OUTFIT , aaron carter yeyuh NOTES |
table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0 |
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 28, 2012 20:59:29 GMT -5
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one of those days
A tiny, very embarrassed laugh came from Jace when Massy asked if he was alright. Yeah, he was fine. He knew he would have a bruise from a small throbbing area right below his left kneecap, but other than that, he came out unscathed. Good thing Noah wasn't here to see that.
"Yeah, I'm alright." He chuckled lightly at himself afterwards, a sure sign that he wasn't going to freak over some klutz moment like his previous one. He would laugh it off, and than soon forget about it, as everyone else probably will. There will be the occasional person who will, more than likely, hang it over his head, but Jace wasn't one to get nervous on how people perceive him. He'd merely brush it off.
A light frown crossed his face when she told him she didn't have a choice. "Why not?" He was genuinely confused, and it showed on his face. Poor, simple-minded Jace. Watching her set her fork down, a very disinterested look on his face, the small frown deepened. "Aren't you hungry?" Jace was, in fact, starving. It was the middle of the day, okay! He hadn't eaten anything for, like, two hours. Which was, honestly, some kind of a record. Jace seemed to constantly be eating. And he always blamed it on the fact that he burned tons of calories whenever he went flying.
The frown instantly disappeared when she mentioned that she'd like it if he would cook for her sometime. Instead, a wide, ear-to-ear smile reigned on his face, his usual bubbly personality coming through. "That would be awesome!" He stopped himself from going on a food rant. Oh, Jace. All he ever seemed to think about was food, food, food.
The smile stayed as she teased him. He actually liked it when people teased him. Probably because his little sister would tease up a storm whenever she could. "Oh, you know, just the normal sort of day," he joked lightly with a small wink in the direction of Massy. "What about yours?"
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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on May 3, 2012 21:39:44 GMT -5
i don't want just anyone to hold i don't want my love to go to waste | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] BEAUTIFUL SOUL!
Massy flashed a relieved smile. "That's good," she told him. And she meant it. Massy has a bad habit of throwing things way out of proportion. She would probably make the most annoying mother in the history of mothers. Seriously, she was that bad. It was just that she felt pain from others and sometimes feeling it from a bunch of different people amplified it and she was always scared of feeling like that. Her power, she knew, had a lot to do with the way she acted and who she was now. It almost controlled her life in so many ways. She wondered how she would be different without it. How the other kids would be different without theirs.
Massy frowned, though, when he questioned her about eating. She glanced down at her plate for a reminder of how disgusting that salad was. "Well, I guess I'm just not very hungry for mushy green stuff. Because that is not salad, Jace. That is. Well. I don't know. Whatever. I'll eat after school is over. Promise." She almost added that Wren would probably make her eat, but she was worried that it might come out the wrong way. That wouldn't be good. She didn't want Jace thinking badly of Wren. They were pretty good friends, from what she understood.
"I am hungry. Just not hungry enough to eat this. I only got it because I have really high expectations," she promised, laughing lightly. It wasn't much of a laugh. More like a noise that was similar to a laugh. It took Wren a lot to make Massy laugh for real.
Massy's face brightened a few seconds after Jace's did. "Aw, I'm glad you're excited to feed me," she said, rolling her eyes a little. She meant it as a joke, of course, but she had no idea how awkward it came out. Oh, well. Maybe Jace would forgive the poor innocent blonde. After all, she was very sheltered and a determined dancer who spent most of her childhood in nothing but leotards and ballet shoes.
She smiled when he told her that his day had gone well. "That's good! Mine hasn't been the best, but I'm feeling much better now that you're here." She flashed him another smile, this one full of honest gratitude. He had managed to make her bad day practically vanish within a few minutes.
398 WORDS , Jace TAG , OUTFIT , aaron carter yeyuh NOTES |
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Jun 7, 2012 20:14:02 GMT -5
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one of those days
A little while ago, he had been close to falling asleep in class. English wasn't his favorite subject, and it just made things worse that he had been up late last night talking with Noah. When he finally went to sleep it was close to three in the morning, so he hadn't gotten the most refreshing nights sleep. He tried to pay attention to the teacher. It was just kind of hard considering.
That is not a salad, Jace. He couldn't help letting a small chuckle out of his mouth when she spoke. It really wasn't. It appeared to be old lettuce with a variety of other vegetables that didn't, honestly, look edible. At least to the food snob over here. He loved eating with a freaking passion. But there was some food he just wouldn't eat. Like that salad, for example. As she promised him she would eat after school, an easy smile graced his face, and he pulled out a bag that he had filled with enough food to feed a Jace (a.k.a. the bottomless pit). The bag's contents were: a container full of spaghetti, a slice of Hawaiian pizza, a Ziploc baggie filled with sliced apples, an identical bag filled with strawberries, and a little Tupperware housing four snickerdoodle cookies. Not wanting to be rude (and, honestly, he could spare some food), he offered some to Massy. "You want some of my food?"
With a mischievous look, he opened the bag with the strawberries, lightly grabbed one of the juicy-looking red fruits and wiggled it a foot or so away from her face, as if having a strawberry waved in one's face was a temptation.
The only sign that he gave that he had got the accidental awkwardness in her next statement was a small, repressed smile. "Just prepare yourself for some insanely good food. Not to brag or anything," he took a bite of an apple for emphasis and smiled with his lips tightly closed, so she got no glimpse of any 'sea-food.'
...I'm feeling much better now that you're here. A light laugh bubbled up out of his mouth. It had always been fairly easy to get a laugh out of Jace. "Ahh, yes. Well. I do have that effect on people," he teased after he had swallowed his apple, grinning wholeheartedly.
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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on Jul 3, 2012 22:37:40 GMT -5
i don't want just anyone to hold i don't want my love to go to waste | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] BEAUTIFUL SOUL!
Massy was dumbfounded when Jace pulled out his lunch. It had to be something about boys where they just ate and ate and ate and never stopped. From her boyfriend to her brother to both of her self-appointed surrogate daddies, Massy had yet to meet a boy who didn't stuff food down his face like he was feeding an army. "Jeez. Are you planning on going into hibernation soon?" she asked, before she really had a chance to think about what she was saying.
When she did think about it, though, she felt bad and bit her lip. "I'm sorry. That's just a lot of food. It was really sweet of you to offer, but I can't even eat most of that. Plus, I would feel bad if I took your lunch." She did think that the fruit, at least, looked really good, but she was pretty sure she had a milk bar in her bag that she could eat during class if she got really hungry.
Massy shook her head at the strawberry he waved in her face, and took another stab at her salad. She couldn't bring herself to actually eat any of it, though, just poke around in it a little bit.
Massy laughed again at that. "I'm sure it's lovely," she said half-heartedly. "My brother used to do that all the time, actually. He likes to cook, though he would never admit it. He was always dangling food in front of my face--literally. Especially after I decided to be a vegetarian, because he didn't think it was healthy or something." It was weird how Wren and Jace reminded her so much of each other, but, while Wren was nothing like Mark, Massy was constantly comparing Jace to her brother in her head.
Massy found herself laughing right along with him. Jace was just infectious. "I'm sure. I think it would be pretty hard to not to laugh around you, what with all the falling you do." Massy didn't fall very often when she wasn't dancing, considering she moved with all the grace and poise of a good dancer, and so when other people fell she didn't usually find it amusing, but since Jace was obviously alright the humor was just starting to sink in.
378 WORDS , Jace TAG , OUTFIT , aaron carter yeyuh NOTES |
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