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xmutanthigh2007-12-06 01:08 pm
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[open thread] backdated to somewhere before the attack
I borrowed some people very, very briefly, I hope that's okay!
Lance is in the kitchen reading a very -cough- interesting book. Interrupt him!
Lance sincerely missed the days back in his old high school, where people generally ignored him but he still had what people usually called "lackeys", who followed him around due to fear and admiration of his mutation. Here, everyone either hung around with their friends or hid in some dark corner of the school, and even that guy wasn't doing that so much anymore, he noted sourly. So much for finding friends in emo-ness.
Instead, he had been basically lazing around his bedroom (it was nice, having one to himself) and looking for alternate ways of getting around the mansion and having to bump into as little people as possible. One of the things about going to a boarding school like this was that everyone knew everyone else, and you always felt obliged to wave, or even worse, make conversation. His worst nightmare. Besides, if he needed human company, he could watch a some random movies with Lorna or the boy upon which he bequeathed the title That Scary Kid with The Television. And there was always Nori, with whom he could have a decent conversation/exchange of snarky comments. The two were probably the same in her dictionary, anyway.
He wandered down the hall way, which was to his relief, empty. Lance would have wondered where everyone was if not for the overwhelming gratefulness he was going through. As he passed by the kitchen, he noticed something sitting innocently on the kitchen counter.
"Ah," he thought. "A book. A sign from the heavens that I should be doing something more useful mwith my life. And now I'm getting overdramatic. Sure sign of madness."
He picked up the book. Twilight, it was called. Not bothering to read the blurb, he pulled out a random chair from the kitchen table and sat down to read...
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A/N: Oh, can someone please take ownership for the book? Or it could really be a gift from the heavens...
I know the book was mentioned somewhere before, but this is just to celebrate the fact that a decent actress was chosen for the lead role...
Lance is in the kitchen reading a very -cough- interesting book. Interrupt him!
Lance sincerely missed the days back in his old high school, where people generally ignored him but he still had what people usually called "lackeys", who followed him around due to fear and admiration of his mutation. Here, everyone either hung around with their friends or hid in some dark corner of the school, and even that guy wasn't doing that so much anymore, he noted sourly. So much for finding friends in emo-ness.
Instead, he had been basically lazing around his bedroom (it was nice, having one to himself) and looking for alternate ways of getting around the mansion and having to bump into as little people as possible. One of the things about going to a boarding school like this was that everyone knew everyone else, and you always felt obliged to wave, or even worse, make conversation. His worst nightmare. Besides, if he needed human company, he could watch a some random movies with Lorna or the boy upon which he bequeathed the title That Scary Kid with The Television. And there was always Nori, with whom he could have a decent conversation/exchange of snarky comments. The two were probably the same in her dictionary, anyway.
He wandered down the hall way, which was to his relief, empty. Lance would have wondered where everyone was if not for the overwhelming gratefulness he was going through. As he passed by the kitchen, he noticed something sitting innocently on the kitchen counter.
"Ah," he thought. "A book. A sign from the heavens that I should be doing something more useful mwith my life. And now I'm getting overdramatic. Sure sign of madness."
He picked up the book. Twilight, it was called. Not bothering to read the blurb, he pulled out a random chair from the kitchen table and sat down to read...
-
A/N: Oh, can someone please take ownership for the book? Or it could really be a gift from the heavens...
I know the book was mentioned somewhere before, but this is just to celebrate the fact that a decent actress was chosen for the lead role...
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Suddenly realizing it was a romance novel, Lance jumped, and said, "Uh, no, I just - I found it."
"Then it's Meg's," Jono concluded. "She's been looking for that."
"Take it, dude," Lance said, hurriedly shoving the book at Jono, who, with his newly reformed face, still had the habit of wearing a scarf. This time, however, his lips were visible.
"Weren't you the guy missing that whole area there?" Lance asked, curiosity getting the better of his anti-social side.
"Josh Foley. Gold skin, can't miss him. He's a miracle worker," Jono said simply, without a change in his expression.
Wonder if he smiles just as much as he did before, Lance thought bitterly.
Jono rummaged through the refrigerator. "So, the name's Lance, right?"
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"And your name is...?" Lance asked, remembering some semblace of manners. "I mean, uh, when you're basically an anti-social kid you call people by made-up names rather then real ones." He paused and thought for a moment. "I think you were 'the one with the towel.'"
Poor kid must get that alot, Lance reflected.
EDITED AGAIN. omfg why do I suck today.
He couldn't help but wonder why trying to be anti-social was backfiring on him today.
Julian Keller strolled over to the island and surveyed the contents Jono was throwing down, one hand reaching for a day-old aluminum-wrapped meatball hero. "Starsmore, are you eating my food?"
Jono twirled around, expression innocent. "No. I was just going to admire it."
Re: EDITED AGAIN. omfg why do I suck today.
"No! I was saving that!" Julian exclaimed, grabbing the sandwich away from Jono. "But," he said, in a kinder tone, "you can have the Szechuan shrimp."
"Okay. You want to share the peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich?" Jono offered.
"Sure," Julian accepted.
"Eww!" Lance put in. "That is the most disgusting combination of food I've seen."
"Hey, don't knock it til you've tried it," Jono said. "You want some?"
OOC: OMG YOU GUYS ARE TOO CUTE. HAHAHAH. "The one with the towel." And Crys, your last sentence. Hee! Adorable.
OOC and I totally took liberties here sorry!
"It is now" Julian threw back, looking at his former roommate with distaste.
"Damn I miss you. Oh wait, no I don't" John quipped, helping himself to a jar of extra-hot chipotle sauce from the pantry, and a spoon from the cupboard. Lance had watched him quietly for a moment.
"Wait- you're not going to-" Lance said, as John ate a spoonful of the salsa straight from the jar. Jono and Lance both made noises of shock and disgust.
"How can you eat that stuff, mate- and straight out of the jar," Jono groaned. "It's hot enough to blow my face off again."
John shrugged "We're out of corn chips."
Julain scoffed, raising an eyebrow "No wonder our room used to smell like the inside of a bag of dry-roast nuts" he said, his lip curling with disgust.
John caught sight of the book under Jono's arm "What're you reading?" he asked.
"It's his!" Jono cried, pointing at Lance.
Lance threw his hands in the air. "I simply found it on the counter" he protested.
"You guys are such faggots, fighting over a book" Julian said in an amused tone.
"Yeah, don't fight over book. Keller here has plenty of Mills and Boon that he'll share around" John said, thumping Julian on the back with faux-affection as he left.
"Don't fucking touch me" Julian grumbled.
"That's not what you used to say every night" John called back from the hall.
Julian swore after him and looked up to find Jono and Lance staring at him speculatively.
"That's very homoerotic" Lance commented.
"Oh fuck off, mullet" Julian grumbled, leaving.
"I'm not a kind of fish" Lance said, looking bemused.
Jono shrugged at him. "Kids these days, eh" he muttered, wandering off.
Lance frowned. Now he'd have to risk the library for something to read.
Re: OOC and I totally took liberties here sorry!
"Oh, fuck off, mullet." :D HEEEEEEEEEEE.
(I also always thought "mullet" was an amusing name for a fish...)