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Post by Racelle Janssen-Murray on Oct 20, 2011 15:31:45 GMT -5
Eliza couldn't bear to sit there any longer. Couldn't bear the awkward stares from the corner of their eyes -- or the muffled whispers. She knew that they knew. After all, it wasn't much of a feat to figure out. Being single in a school of supposed pairs is not to good a feeling. For one -- everyone, or nearly everyone, else is paired off with that student who is there other half -- the lack of said partner upon arrival to school leaves sprouting doubts about actually having one. She wasn't a blank -- for sure, just half finished for now.
Of course, she knew she wasn't the only student without a partner -- there were a few like her whose other half had yet to be located but it was still an isolating feeling -- after all as soon as their respective sacrifice or fighter showed up, it was byebye loser singles.
Eliza had always been used to being alone. Being and adoptive child with a rather gruesome past tends to do that. That didn't mean she didn't want a partner -- the one person who was supposed to understand her in this place. Still -- though it was an ever-present thought, she refused to be Debby Downer about it.That is, until the partnered took it upon themselves to be catty. Perhaps because she hadn't made an effort to socialize, rather get ahead in school work, that they'd taken a disliking to her. Regardless, her current safe-haven of the back staircase was as good as a five star hotel. Anything to be away from that.
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Alex Blake
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Fighter of Temperless, I belong to Dorian Maietta
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Post by Alex Blake on Oct 20, 2011 20:10:51 GMT -5
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Post by Racelle Janssen-Murray on Nov 1, 2011 17:25:49 GMT -5
She hadn't been paying attention. Stocking clad legs were curled tightly under the flowing mint green skirt, only the tips of her worn shoes showing on the step beneath them. She was curled in on herself, almost as if it wasn't melancholy that sent her here -- rather the chill that hung in the air. She did perhaps look rather cold, as if the cream sweater that adorned her shoulders was not providing enough warmth.
When the rough boyish voice of another drew her from her musings of home -- Eliza managed to keep from jumping in surprise and turned to face this boy -- surprised to find a rather small fellow with a generally girlish figure. Well, appearances can be deceiving she mused to herself. "Oh, don't worry. You're completely fine. I can leave if you like?" Was this some claimed spot? was this girlish-looking boy the head of a school mafia or something? Was she going to be cornered and forced into being a spy and taking the wrap for his thugs?
No. It didn't seem so. The boy introduced himself, and stuck out a hand. She glanced at it for several moments before raising her own. "Eliza, it's a pleasure Alex." Strangely formal, yes -- but that was just Eliza.
He almost looked like he didn't want to be here -- or was unsure of her. Though she couldn't blame him for she certainly was unsure of him. With a sheepish glance she would scootch from the middle of the step toward the left side -- leaving room for him. If in fact he was escaping just like she -- instead of holding a mafia meeting -- he could share her place (or she could share his, since he seemed rather comfortable here?) and she wouldn't object, even if it was awkward.
A glance at the book she hadn't noticed before -- though unable to dicipher the title she turned curious green eyes to his own yellow pair. "A good book?" a half grin -- about as excited as anyone would ever see her -- and only over books, perhaps her one passion.
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