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Post by Tamika Tucker on Nov 17, 2009 21:37:37 GMT -5
Tamika had eschewed a table in favor of sitting against the wall with her legs outstretched (other people's way be damned), glowering down at her copy of River Out of Eden. Had anyone asked, she would have said she was enjoying it, but she also couldn't allow herself to show such absurd emotions as enjoyment. She slid her gaze over to the people around her. Every smiling face was proof that the vast majority of the population was just plain stupid. If they'd had any modicum of intelligence they would have realized that life was horrible and unfair and filled with suffering, and they ought to have been appropriately miserable over the whole affair. She sighed heavily as she turned the page; people just didn't get it, they didn't get her. This was actually reassuring, because it meant that she was as superior as she assumed. If people had been able to understand her, it would mean she was just as pedestrian as them, and that was simply not allowed!!
As she didn't much care that she was in anyone's way, she failed to either note that someone was trying to get by or move, and she was less than apologetic when they tripped over her converse-clad feet. "Oh.my.GOD." She snarled at the hapless other student, "Can't you watch where you're going?"
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Post by D.J. Mac on Nov 19, 2009 6:48:34 GMT -5
To say that DJ's day was a bad one was quite redundant. Every class he had gone to that morning, everyone wanted to see the damage that Jay had done. He was feeling more like a freak show more now than ever. This had cut the mustard, he was heading home during lunch and not going back till the morning.
He went to his locker and checked to see if it was as bad as people thought. Black eye, split lip, bruises on his face, he couldn't even think of what his sides and back looked like at the moment. He sighed as he tossed his books in one by one.
He headed down the hall where the main entrance was. His mind focused on going home and not on feet sticking out in front of him. One bump was all it took.
Down he went, face first. Thank god he got his hands out in front of him to catch him. He was pissed now which became worse when the girl snapped the attitude at him.
He turned around to face her. "Take a good hard look, does this look like I can see where I'm going?" He snapped back at her.
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Post by Tamika Tucker on Nov 19, 2009 21:56:56 GMT -5
Tamika rolled her eyes at DJ. God, it was that dumb jock, the one who had gotten into the fight just that morning. She snapped her book shut and glared up at him, not the least bit sympathetic. "Oh, boohoo, you got in a fight and you got beat up, whose fault is that?" She taunted. "What, you want me to fawn over you like one of your bimbo groupies? Sorry, ain't happening." She informed him, certain that the only reason he could be pointing out his injuries was a desire for female sympathy. She had no interest in babying some dumb football player, even one who had a reputation for being nice -- in fact, especially not one who had a reputation for being nice. She didn't know how he'd tricked people into thinking he was a nice guy, but it couldn't be true, so clearly she was dealing with one of the more manipulative members of the athlete community.
His stupid fight had been on the same hall as her locker, too, which had been quite irritating, as the crowd had made actually getting to her locker difficult. "You're just determined to be in my way today, aren't you?" She grumbled, ignoring the fact that it was her feet that had tripped him, not the other way around.
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Post by D.J. Mac on Nov 22, 2009 3:53:38 GMT -5
"Oh gee let me think, probably some brother who has nothing better to do with his time than be Big Brother." DJ informed her. "What the hell are you smoking? I don't see any females swooning and fawning over me." He threw a small zing to her. "And I certainly don't need OR want the sympathies from someone who looks like a raccoon!" He slowly started to rise.
The words that had just escaped from her lips cause DJ to give a look that would make the Devil himself think his demise was near. "Excuse me? Me in YOUR way?! I do not think so!" His chest puffed out slightly. "I am not the one taking up the area like some drunk on a park bench with the gangly Raggedy Ann legs sticking out!" He tried to smirk but looked a bit like Popeye. "Its as if you want the attention drawn to you. You know what your most royal highness? You went about it all wrong because your getting more attention that you know what to do with!" He folded his arms in front of him and scowled he wasn't going to lose...to a girl!
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