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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...
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.