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Post by Krispey on Jun 2, 2007 22:42:45 GMT -5
Lengthy strides carried the slender figure of Oshaya into the common room. It had been furnished with two long couches, a love-seat, and a recliner. On a wall, alone by itself was a fireplace lined in scarlet bricks. It was apparent that it hadn't been used at all lately. Then, an appropriate sized television was far back enough that from which ever couch you may have chosen to sit at, you could view it with ease.
As Oshaya plopped down into the recliner, the plushy material sunk lightly underneath her slender figure. Thin digits coiled themselves around the wooden lever that was attached to the side of the recliner, sending the chair into reclined position. Oshaya had the remote in one hand, flipping throughout channels, the other running it's long fingers throughout the raven tresses. The day hadn't went too good for Oshaya.
No one, hardly anyone had shown her any attention. What'd you have to do to become popular around here? sleep with half the swim team. Well, surely, there was another way, and Oshaya was willing to find out what it was. Being unpopular was not in her life's plan, and she assured herself that this period of unpopularity would only be a phase. But Oshaya had to constantly drill in her Head that she would not become popular for all the wrong reasons.
Oshaya was never the one to easily give into peer-pressure, for others around her were always following her. But only time would tell, but Oshaya wasn't going to worry her little head off, for she was to do almost anything it took to gain her popularity, and respect as a fifteen year old back. Only if only there were someone at this school that was the most popular. Oshaya knew that hanging out with the right people said it all for you. It was a dirty and manipulative job, but somebody had to do it. She'd be sure to listen out for names that occurred most, for in the next few days, she'd be paying them a visit.
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Post by niknakker on Jun 3, 2007 14:55:47 GMT -5
If this was what they called the Main Hallway then they named it right. Everyone used it to get from point A to Point B. Yet it was simple enough. There was a lounge area just to the left of him and then the hallway broke off into different hallways. Some with offices and others with classrooms. At the moment he had no classes, so he was free.
This blond hair covered his eyes as he turned to look at the lounge area. It wasn't like him to relax or rest in the middle of the day but the day had been dragging. People were always asking him questions and two girls today had already asked for his number. Just because he was handsome or cute didn't mean he wanted to be. Girls were nice but at the moment he wasn't looking.
He walked to the lounge area and walked to the window. It was a large window that started about 4 inches off the gound and ended about 5 feet above him. It was tall, well taller than him atleast. Then he turned and walked to a chair, sat down and looked around. He felt out of place almost. His black cloak always gave off this wrong impression that he was some dark and quiet person.
It was the complete opposite actually. He was a light being, having no wish for violence but never denying that it wasn't fun. He had a mischevious side but it rarely showed anymore. He rarely smiled, laughed or even shared his good thoughts with anyone. Life was good, yes, but it hadn't been good to him.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 3, 2007 15:05:01 GMT -5
Being heavily focused on her thoughts and schemes of being reunited with the popular crowd again, Oshaya almost didn't notice the newly arrived stranger. She laughed to herself. She had thought of him as a stranger, when she hadn't been here for that long herself. And afterall, most of the people at this school were indeed strangers to her. She had spotted him out of the corner of her eye, as she was seemingly focused on the television.
He was actually pretty cute. But, there was always that factor of age. Some said age was nothing but a number, but to most, it was truly a big deal. He looked as though her were at least wo years older than her, if not more. For some people, it sucked to be young, but for Oshaya, it was nothing but another breath of oxygen to her. She didn't let her youth bring her down, and it surely didn't discourage her from going after people two-three years older than herself. "Hello to you to." Oshaya said, not completley turning her gaze towards him.
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Post by niknakker on Jun 3, 2007 15:12:53 GMT -5
His head didn't even turn to her. She had said hello but it sounded almost irritated that he hadn't said it first. Yet it made no difference. He hardly spoke and this was no different. He hadn't been much of a speaker for a long time now. His past had ensured that he would be silent.
Then his blond head turned to her and his honey colored eyes looked out from his blond shadow. His eyes were completely covered and she couldn't see the honey eyes yet they radiated a warmth, a hope that floated in the air.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 3, 2007 15:19:56 GMT -5
After he didn't reply, Oshaya decided to take a glance at him, to at least see if he had at least taken not on her words...Or even her. As he faced her, she stared at him, her black oculars naturally wide. Oshaya quirked an eyebrow. Was he going to say anything? She sighed after about thirty seconds of silence, just constant staring.
What was with that? People who didn't talk. How was anyone ever supposed to know how they felt if they didn't talk? How did Oshaya know that he wasn't a mute, and just wasn't speaking? How could she know anything? Sheesh! Oshaya simply shrugged, and turned her attention back to the television. POWERPUFF GIRLS!! It was her favorite cartoon, and about the only one se watched on cartoon network. Hah. If she was like any of them, she was mostly like Buttercup with a splash of Blossom.
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Post by niknakker on Jun 3, 2007 15:44:31 GMT -5
She was staring at him. It felt like she was trying to get something out of him, searching him for any emotion. Yet there was nothing. Not a shrug or nod, just a stare. He wasn't even staring. He was just looking. Then when she turned to the television he sighed.
His gaze went back to the room and he looked around. No one but him and her were around, it was empty. Then he turned his gaze to the television screen. When the hell was this? Three girl fighting crime? MY GOD WAS THIS A TORTURE FACILITY!?
(Hehe I thought that was funny)
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Post by Krispey on Jun 3, 2007 15:51:55 GMT -5
(Hahaha! Me too!!)
Oooh, this was so boring! He simply looks at her, and says nothing. PPG's on the television. Oh my goodness! This was hell! "You know, maybe you should focus less on becoming a mute, and more on working your way out of the anti-social hole you may have already dug yourself into." Hey, it wasn't nice at all, but Oshaya was used to being popular, and being popular, and having brown-nosers follow you round everywhere didn't exactly make you polite. Despite the cartoon, Oshaya wasn't exactly made of "Sugar and spice and everything nice."
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Post by niknakker on Jun 3, 2007 16:00:06 GMT -5
He turned his head slowly to her and and looked at her. The sun caught his eyes from the window and they shimmered. Her comment ment nothing to him. She was just ranting around like a normal girl. Were all the girls at this school completely stupid and think that the world revolves around them? Wait til they found out that it didn't.
"I am nothing of a mute. I chose to remain silent because I have the ability to make that choice."
His voice was both deep and soft. It had an earthy sound to it yet was crisp and perfect.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 3, 2007 16:06:10 GMT -5
Oshaya continued to take in the scenes that went on on television, a monkey with an over-sized brain by the name of MoJoJoJo. Hah, this monkey was hilarious. Unlike some people, he actually made an effert to speak.
Seconds past before a rich voice fluttered into Oshaya'a ear canal. Oshay quirked a brow.
"Aaaand, he speaks! Nice to know. But that ability you speak of isn't something tht most would be proud to have...I mean, portraying yourself as a mute doesn't sound like that much fun at all."
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Post by niknakker on Jun 3, 2007 16:12:15 GMT -5
"Do I appear to be in search of fun? And why would it matter how others look at me. Their opinion mean nothing more than the sound vibrations their throat makes to speak them."
He didn't like being told what he was and wasn't. He simply was and this girl presenec was starting to annoy him.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 3, 2007 16:17:06 GMT -5
"Do I appear to care whether or not you're in search of fun? I was simply stating what I thought. And if my opinion of you meant nothing, then you wouldn't have even spoken on behalf of your part, and would have remained the mute that you probably very well are longing to be." She tilted her head to the side, resting it upon her hand, elbow sinking into the arm of the recliner.
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Post by niknakker on Jun 3, 2007 17:16:26 GMT -5
"You are quite the loud mouth aren't you? I speak when I please. The reason I do not is of the past." His head turned away from her and his gaze went to the window again. The sun shined in his eyes and a gust of wind brushed his eyes back for a split second. His honey colored eyes looked as if he was weary and tired yet strangely at peace.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 3, 2007 17:27:21 GMT -5
Oshaya focused in on the cartoon, this guy had taken her by surprise. He spoke more than she would have thought. "Of course I am a loud mouth. And I suspect that I'm ruining your practices of becoming a mute, am I not?" Her expression was rather blank, "We all have pasts, whether they were good or bad, but they shouldn't hold you down no matter what..And besides, me, or my saying hello to you ha nothing to do with your past."
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Post by niknakker on Jun 3, 2007 17:32:52 GMT -5
He didn't speak. The word only making him more annoied. She knew nothing of his past and for her to speak of it made her a fool. She acted as if she were something of a smart being yet she was nothing but insignifigant. Unimportant....
Suddenly he stood up and walked over to the window, his cloak whipping around behind him as if it were alive.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 3, 2007 17:52:13 GMT -5
An exsasperated sigh passed Oshaya's lips along with, "See, mute.." She knew exactly wht she was doing..Well, at least you would think she did, but in all reality, Oshaya was just being Oshaya without trying what-so-ever. She didn't care that the boy may have been upset at her, for he hadn't made an impact on her life, and she wasn't sure that he ever was.
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