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Oct 15, 2010 0:53:03 GMT 10
Post by Henry Hoover on Oct 15, 2010 0:53:03 GMT 10
Neither sun- nor moon-light shone on the carpet of the dark, damp dusty corridor that Henry sat in, literally only candles illuminating the sifting dust that fell from the blank canvas of a ceiling. His shadowed form sat hunched against the wooden skirting of the wall, his suitcase stood on end next to him, his head buried in the gap between his legs. The clock had passed the number twelve twice during his search for the dormitories, having been told that his would be located in the basement, by surprisingly, an older student who he had unwillingly had to trust. Yet, it had taken him that long to decide that the search through the minute space of corridor in the basement was unworthy and pointless.
The silence that prevailed in the unaccommodating claustrophobic centre of medieval stone frightened him, and although he was not good at making friends, it was a time like now that we wished he had one to help him out. Lifting his head from his legs, he turned toward his suitcase and unbuckled the straps that held it tightly shut, preventing the bulk of his belongings from springing excitably out at him at some random interval.
Slowly lifting the lid, he braced himself for his own belongings to mutiny, and surely enough, within seconds, he was greeted with a couple of socks on his shoulders. Picking them off, and placing them back in the case, he sifted through the rest of his belongings, looking for the flashlight that he had taken from his parents, the one he had usually used when taking his daily constitutional through the nearby fields in the early hours of winter.
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Misled
Oct 15, 2010 4:55:09 GMT 10
Post by Angelina Morrison on Oct 15, 2010 4:55:09 GMT 10
Angie had been rather restless unable to sleep, waking up several times, before she came to the conclusion sleep was going to be a unaccomplished task. She hadn’t taken the ones she usually did to fall asleep with. Pain medication with a sleeping ingredient added it. They always knocked her out but she wasn’t supposed to take them every night just when it was really a bad night. Tonight wasn’t bad at first and so the pills still sat in there bottle.
Looking at the clock made her very aware that taking them now would do her little good as she had to be up in less hours than she was supposed to sleep while on those. A sigh escaped from her and the girl got up and quietly managed to get some clothes and head into the bathroom where she got dressed. Just as quietly the girl gathered her jacket and with one last look around the room to make sure she hadn’t woken anyone made her way out of the room.
The night outside was cool and crisp and the air felt good in her lungs. The night didn’t bother her much. A light caught her eye, at first she thought it might be someone patrolling the grounds looking for night owls such as herself. And worse if she felt awful because of tonight tomorrow she probably couldn’t say she was ill after being caught wandering around the campus so late. She moved back to hide slightly but then noticed there didn’t seem to any movement of the light or sounds of anyone walking. Curious the girl got up to investigate.
A boy was sitting with a flashlight and a suitcase. She had the feeling this was probably the work of a twelve year student. They could be so mean to the newbie’s sometimes. ”Hey,” She said in a gentle voice. ”Do you need some help?” Trying to make it obvious that she really was trying to help him.
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Oct 17, 2010 2:41:16 GMT 10
Post by Henry Hoover on Oct 17, 2010 2:41:16 GMT 10
Rummaging through his suitcase for the flashlight, Henry had not at all expected for the soft voice of a girl to approach him. His thumb colliding with the switch of the flashlight now in his palm, the bulb illuminated the corridor, revealing the source of the voice. Henry looked up at the girl, noticing her slightly towering stature and although she wasn't gesturing out to help him, he could tell that this was the primary cause for her standing there.
Henry buckled his case up again, placing the tiny flashlight between his teeth, gripping it while he stood himself up. Once standing, he brushed the dust and dirt off of his trousers, fumbled with this suitcase briefly, before looking towards the girl and deciding what to answer. He had never been any good with making friends, and although he was a good public speaker, it was because it was not on a personal basis. There was no relationship he had to commit himself too. There was nothing beyond the speech - usually.
"H-hi," he replied to the girl, looking past her to the passage out of the dungeons that he had gotten lost in, "Er.. n-no, it's, er, okay."
He shuffled his feet nervously as he hoped for an escape.
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Oct 17, 2010 5:34:28 GMT 10
Post by Angelina Morrison on Oct 17, 2010 5:34:28 GMT 10
Angie raised a brow when the boy said he didn’t need any help. She didn’t buy it but also couldn’t make him accept her help.
”Are you sure?” She asked not believing him. ”I can walk with you to your dorm room if you like. I mean it’s no problem.”
No, Angie hadn’t suddenly developed mind reading powers but it was pretty obvious that was what the boy had been looking for. She wasn’t sure if he would accept her offer but would feel better than leaving him out here alone. ”Though, it’s up to you. This place can get kind of tricky if you don’t know where you’re going.”
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Oct 17, 2010 6:31:46 GMT 10
Post by Henry Hoover on Oct 17, 2010 6:31:46 GMT 10
Contemplating the impeccably well-read offer, Henry dropped his case for a moment, and torch still in hand, ran his fingers through his hair, allowing the breeze to reach his forehead, where before it had been blocked by the blonde streams. It may have been true that he was lost, he needed help and that he didn't know where he was going, but he found it almost pitiful that someone of his intelligence would have to resort to relying on the help and gratitude of someone else.
So, therefore, placing his free hand in his pocket, he smiled graciously, and shook his head, "N-no, it's fine. I know the way, I just like... to .. s-stroll, I suppose." He looked around him again, noting a spider crawling along the floor towards the girl's foot, but immediately dismissed it. A building of this age and size was sure to be filled with many more of them.
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Oct 19, 2010 9:19:41 GMT 10
Post by Angelina Morrison on Oct 19, 2010 9:19:41 GMT 10
Well, he wasn't going to accept her help. Pride could be the death of some people, the blonde figured. Still, she wasn't going to push him too much, that would just make him feel more uncomfortable.
Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small pad and a pencil and quickly wrote something down and handed him the sheet of paper. "I'm going to walk away now but here is my cell if you need it." It was about all she could do. "Oh, my name is Angie."
She started to walk away but then stopped and turned back around. "Oh, not that you need it but the CAPA dorms are in that direction."Pointing out the direction they were in. "The academics are over there in that building. And if you wait long enough they'll probably be someone coming around who is patrolling the grounds." She paused. "I would appreciate though if you ...ummm....never saw me." Figuring if he was at this school he was smart enough to understand.
And she started to walk away slowly. If he wanted to walk with her or stop her the choice was his but there was little she could do when he wouldn't accept her help.
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Oct 20, 2010 8:21:11 GMT 10
Post by Henry Hoover on Oct 20, 2010 8:21:11 GMT 10
Having not anticipated such an easy win over the girl, let alone a phone number on a piece of paper for him to comfortably store, think about and stare at for several hours on end in awe, Henry was suddenly overcome with a feeling of power, and even though he knew that he should act responsibly with such a gift, he knew that this was quite unlikely. He had a difficult time making friends for this reason; he had no social manners. There was no etiquette in his lifestyle. There was no remorse in his actions.
"Sure," he called out to the girl as she walked away, "I'll keep this in case I need it".
He smirked at her behind her back, some misdeeds forming in his mind. It was perfect. A phone number from a stranger to a stranger was the exact situation that allowed for irrational, unemotional practices to take place, where no bond was formed and no-one was betrayed. Henry had been blessed with such a moment before, but never had it approached him so quickly; this one had simply pounced on him.
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Oct 20, 2010 10:54:45 GMT 10
Post by Angelina Morrison on Oct 20, 2010 10:54:45 GMT 10
Angie stopped dead in her tracks when he said the word need that way. A shiver went up her spine. She suddenly felt like an idiot for giving out her number based on the fact that the guy was lost and looked harmless. The blonde should certainly know by now looks could be deceiving. A sigh escaped from her lips, a roll of the eyes and she turned around to face him again.
”You know I was trying to be nice being you seem too proud to accept my help. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that you’re lost and have no idea where you’re going.” He had unknowingly pushed one of the wrong buttons on her and she no longer cared about his pride. ”If you need that number to help you find your way out of this maze we call a school then use it. Otherwise throw it out or burn it, I don’t care which. But don’t call me based on some fantasy about what you think we’ll do together.”
He knew nothing about her, nothing about her past or what she had been though. For him to make the assumption that she’d well…..with him based on a piece of paper was a huge leap and she wanted to make it clear that it wasn’t happening. Besides, even if she was interested she certainly wouldn’t simply because of the scars and the pain that was constantly with her. Not to mention certain other reasons she wasn’t even going to think about right now. She paused for a moment trying to control her anger and stared at him for a moment. ”So, it’s up to you. We can start over and you can walk with me back to the dorms or you can stay out here for how ever long it takes for you to find your way around.” She took a few breaths and waited for his response.
He was lucky, Angie had given him a second chance but he knew nothing about her and probably wasn’t expecting that response.
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Oct 21, 2010 7:39:37 GMT 10
Post by Henry Hoover on Oct 21, 2010 7:39:37 GMT 10
Henry, although suddenly overcome with some sort of nerve, scoffed. The girl had completely mistaken him, taken him for some kind of pervert and insulted him beyond his imagination could have stretched. She hadn't even questioned his reply - how rude could someone be. It was obvious that obliviousness to his true intentions was going to stick in his heart and head for a small amount of time. He just didn't understand where such a wild and radical accusation could have come from - it was almost preposterous, so preposterous in fact, that he decided to overcome the majority of his nerves and confront the unjustified pride filled girl.
"Excuse me," he called out to her, "Do you really think that's what I meant? Do you really honestly on Earth think that I would just take some girl's phone number, and decide to ruin both of our lives and popularity with some kind of sick sexual fantasy that neither you or I actually want to participate in let alone lie in our beds, phones out, thinking about?"
He paused for a brief second, before pounding his fist against the wall, crying "NO!"
The spirit of his anger had arrived now. He menacingly began his torment of her ridiculing. "How could you even think that? You, you horrible sick person. I mean, what the hell? What gave you the right to suddenly decide that I was like that?" He growled with anger, "What? Why? You make me sick. That's just despicable."
He looked past her in the direction she had pointed, "Even if I do need your help, why I would take it from someone who makes such rash judgments without really knowing someone. Well? I wouldn't."
He swore. "Good bye, Angie. Let's hope we don't meet again." And with that, Henry grabbed his suitcase, held the torch forwards in his hand and walked out of the basement, purposefully bashing into the girl on the way through, no remorse felt.
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Oct 22, 2010 11:43:40 GMT 10
Post by Angelina Morrison on Oct 22, 2010 11:43:40 GMT 10
Angie really thought his anger was not unjustifiable but said nothing as the boy went into a rant about her rant just a few moments ago. Angie couldn’t help but wonder how else she was supposed to take the way he said the word need. In her mind she had been in the right but as she listened to him go on, she realized she might have jumped to conclusion. If he only knew… but obviously explaining was beyond this situation and she couldn’t have even if she wanted to.
The bump hurt her though she still said nothing and doubted it would have hurt most people. Besides she didn’t want to give him the benefit of knowing he had hurt her. And maybe, that’s what he intended, she didn’t really know and could only guess as it was a possibility.
She sighed and shook her head as he walked off. Once she was sure he was out of sight and pretty sure out of ear shot, the girl leaned against the nearest wall and rubbed her shoulder which was beginning to hurt more. She felt a tear in her eye and wiped it away. It had nothing to do with the boy who had just left but she was starting to reach her limit.
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