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Atami Uchiha

The Miserable Muse

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xxxxWhy was she even bothering to go to this lame highschool meeting thing? It had been years since she talked to anyone whom she graduated with and the girl wasn't sure what was making her want to go. Was it curiosity? Out of all people she wanted to see, it just had to be the one whom she hadn't heard of in forever, the one that she had been with all throughout her highschool days. Shaking away the thoughts, she held the invitation, staring at it to try and determine if it was really that time of year - if it really had been so long since she had graduated. Giving a sigh of frustration, the girl shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. Maybe she should go but why would he? School had been nothing but days of trouble for him and rumor was he had straightened up his act so why in the world would he want to go back for anything? It was worth a try but who was she kidding? 'I'm not putting myself through pain again.. I can't let myself fall back into his arms, if he is there.' Then again, rumor around town was that he was back but as far as she knew, they were just rumors.

Throwing two of her precious bags of chex mix puppie chow into a bowl and covering it, she soon started to focus on the task of getting ready for this big meeting. Food was already made, hell, she had done things the lazy way and now it was time to go ahead and get dressed. Sure, dressing up would make her look hell of a lot better but as far as she was concerned, she wasn't that prim and proper person, no, she was a party girl and she hadn't ever been to any parties where you had to dress up. Grabbing her chosen outfit and putting it on, she did her hair into a high pony tail, deciding that she would at least have another heavier coat in her car just in case things got too cold though for now she was glad to wear one of the coats from college. Really, she had gotten ready in the nick of time, she had about half an hour to get there unless she wanted to be fashionably late though she didn't want to be out if the storm were to hit.

Why they always arranged this thing on the days that it was supposed to be bad weather, she didn't know. "Maybe this is their way of telling us they don't want us to come back. Shame, if it were that simple, they may as well cancel the damn thing." She muttered, loading her jacket and her bowl of treats into her passenger seat, making sure everything was safe before driving off to the highschool. She didn't live too far but with the weather, everyone was driving like a turtle and it was much too dangerous to pass. But as it was, her car was built for speed, and wasn't meant to be behind all of these cars. The car had been a gift from her parents after she graduated, and she adored her Dodge Charger, it was her baby in every way. And so she would for now, behave and not pass this long line of cars in front of her.

Eventually, she made it to the school and she was sure that she was late. After all, a few cars were in the parking lot and the snow was just starting to stick. Parking a bit of a ways away from the main doors, Keirra grabbed her stuff and headed inside, turning to stare outside with a out. "Why couldn't you have waited til after, Jack Frost? It's too early for snow." She muttered, frowning as she turned to look around the room, setting her bowl of snacks down on a table with everything else and helping herself to a glass of sweet tea. Standing by the refreshment table, she looked around the room, watching others begin to converse and remensce back to the old days.

Location; Highschool cafetera - by the refreshment tables With; All by her lone some Thoughts; This thing is already so boring..

xxxxxDanielle was sitting at home, alone watching the weather channel on one TV and playing Spyro through her PlayStation 2 on another TV. She was in a baggy hoodie and sweat pants at the moment. Her Cell phone started ringing and she looked down at it, pausing the game. There was an email on it reminding her of the high school reunion tonight. She made a small noise and turned off her game after saving it, heading to the bathroom to make sure that she washed up and got ready before she went. There was no way she would go looking like she did. She had already taken a shower once this morning before she went to the bakery. Then a second time earlier to get all of the frosting, flour and any other materials off of her. So she simply washed her face in the sink then patted it dry. There came a sigh from her lips as she changed into a more comfortable outfit. Her style was a mixture of what she loved and what looks good. She put on her fedora and smiled happily as she headed towards the door, checking the news on her way out.

xxxxxThere as a cold chill as she walked out the door and felt the wind hit her right in the face. The baker ran to her car, holding onto her fedora for dear life and jumped into the car. She shivered for a moment then shook it off. The car roared to a start and the chill started to reside as she cranked the heat up. Danielle felt a bit nervous while driving to the school and it sort of felt like her stomach had sank. As she pulled into the parking lot, it didn't seem like many people were there yet. This made her even more nervous to go in because she was afraid that the few people that were there would turn to stare at her. She pulled her hat down a bit farther and slowly got out of her car, heading towards the school's front doors.

xxxxxAs she reached the front doors, Danielle took a deep breath and pushed them open. She was at least glad to get out of the cold wind and snow. A small thought lingered in her mind and she wondered if everything would be alright with the weather out there. She took her jacket off and shook it on the rugs so that she didn't become soaking wet as the snow melted. She did the same thing with her hat then put them both back on and headed towards the cafeteria area. There were some familiar faces and a few that stuck out from high school. an old couple seemed to be there, but not near each other. And also a blonde named Elena. It was funny that she had noticed Elena, because they didn't really talk much during their high school years, but some of their interests had seemed the same. Perhaps I should go talk to her? Danielle hesitated a bit then decided to go sit at a table and read a comic for bit, waiting for some more people to come in and see if anyone was willing to break the awkwardness of this reunion before she herself had to. Worst case scenario would be having an even more awkward conversation with someone.

Staring at the doors, Elena wasn't sure what to think, who else would arrive? Who was there to count on arriving? Archie was busy these days, last she'd heard from him, he wasn't even in the States so why would he be able to show up? Out of all of her friends, he had been her absolute best friend, the one whom had been there for her through thick and thin. He was part of the reason why she always had something to read, as he was always suggesting books or having her read over his ideas and give him feedback. Part of him had inspired her choice of career, always reading over his ideas. Of course now, the job made nice money but it was frustrating at times. As the door swung open, she looked at a male whom she hadn't seen in years, literally. She didn't even remember him graduating and though she never interracted with him throughout the years, she still knew him just by looking at him. Dean Madoc. He was the trouble-maker, everyone knew him, and certainly not on good terms. If he was here, where was his little side-kick? She hadn't seen her yet, maybe she had missed her coming in? She couldn't be sure and a once around the room showed the girl, Dean's ex. Surprisingly they weren't standing together and she wasn't sure what to think, waiting to see how this would play out.

Others were arriving in the cafeteria, either going off to their own tables or standing around the refreshments to feed themself. The door opened yet again and a black haired female walked in and if she was remembering right, her name was Danielle. She hadn't really talked to anyone, but somehow Elena knew just who everyone was. Her memory was doing enough for this part but then again there was the fear that she would get someone mixed up. This was a highschool reunion and hardly anyone was talking. Deciding to try and start up a conversation for once, she stood to walk over the the dark haired girl, smiling at her somewhat shyly. "What are you reading?" She questioned, deciding to make herself known if Danielle hadn't noticed her walking over to her. It wasn't common for Elena to come out of her shell, not in highschool at least but now she'd grown into a woman and didn't fret nearly as much as she had before. No, she wore her big girl panties now and wasn't nearly so shy. After all, working in the office, you had to be brave, and you had to be ready to approach others, lest the coworkers walk all over you. They had tried it once and after proving that she wasn't so easy to bend, she had climbed her way to the top.

Looking around briefly while she waited for a reply from Danielle, she was surprised to see yet another person come into the school and then eventually, into the cafeteria. This event wasn't turning out to be as hopeless and desolate as she had thought, more and more people were showing up by the minute. She turned her attention to the doors and saw the snow coming down, giving a frown. Was that bad storm due to hit? When would it? She was glad that it hadn't hit til she was over halfway towards the school but what about getting home? Hopefully it would continue to be a light onslaught, otherwise she and the others would be stuck here. It was an interesting thought but it still didn't sound too fun. "This thing is turning out to be better than I thought it would.. Though, we're still missing over half of the ones we graduated with. Maybe this is as many as we're going to get?" She questioned, trying to find a good conversation starter. This time she was looking directly at the dark haired girl, they hadn't talked much, if at all back in the day and really, Elena had no idea what interested Danielle. So instead of risking offending the girl by saying the wrong thing, she would touch down on a neutral subject and hope that nothing bad came out of it.


Location; Highschool cafeteria With; Danielle Thoughts; Hopefully I don't offend her in any way..

xxxxxAs Danielle sat there and read her comic, she watched as a boy had come in. She thought she remembered him from school, but wasn't quite sure. Perhaps he had been one of the boys that were picked on a lot and she had always wanted to stick up for. He seemed like a nice enough kid. During high school, she had always hated the bullies and those that had picked on others for their own gain. she didn't agree with bashing others for personal pleasure. Everyone had feelings and no matter who it was, you could always break people down and hurt them on the inside with even just one wrong word. He had gone off to sit alone and she went back to looking at her comic. There was a small wonder of whether or not others will join them and the place would get more lively the this. It seemed to be going well so far, but then again, she was alone.

As soon as her thoughts stopped, she looked up to see that girl Elena sitting down at a chair next to her. The girl had asked, "What are you reading?" Danielle pulled the comic back from her face and set it down on the table to show the girl, "Oh, it's just an old Journey Into Mystery comic. I like to read the old comics about the superheroes and learn how they came to be. It explains much more than the movies, but the movies they've come out with recently are not that bad, either." She smiled and moved the comic over to the girl. The main characters of the comic seemed to be Loki and Thor. Loki was, after all, her favorite villain. Her shirt she had on under her jacket even had something to do with Loki. She found Tom Hiddleston to be gorgeous. most could say that she was a nerd, a geek or even a freak and it wouldn't bother her that much. It was just what she liked and enjoyed to do.

Smiling and listening to Elena yet again, Danielle nodded in agreement. The place may not be the liveliest of places, but at least they were talking and it seemed the old couple had even started to converse yet again. Perhaps they were catching up after a long time not being together? She nodded and looked over to the window. "Well, it does seem to be snowing pretty furiously out there. I wouldn't be surprised if some people stayed home instead of attempting to drive all the way out here," she added. Danielle wondered if the snow would ever subside and she would get a chance to walk out and make a snowball. That would be an interesting thing to do, make a bunch of snowballs and start a huge snowball fight in the cafeteria. She laughed and told Elena her idea, "so what if we started a massive snowball fight in here? think that would lighten people up?" Perhaps they could wait until later to do that, but it would be quite a fun idea.

Dean lingered by the door, as if it was a comfort knowing he had an exit in case something was to happen. He had no plans to stray too far from it, of course, but could anyone blame him? With how many people in this room probably hated him because of what he was like in high school, there were no doubts that they would take advantage of a situation if he were having a panic attack or something. At least, that's what he thought. Besides, he didn't want anyone knowing what was wrong with him. He'd had enough personal problems in the past that people knew about, and he really didn't want them to know about the newest ones. That was understandable, right? One arm went up, rubbing at the back of his neck as hazel eyes glanced around the area, taking in the different faces that were present. Some he recognized, some he had no idea who they were, but regardless, almost all of them that he did recognize were people that he really didn't want to see or talk to. It wasn't as if they had anything nice to say to him, anyway.

The sound of a familiar voice struck his ears, sending a light shiver down his spine. He almost seemed to freeze, keeping his eyes forward though he knew the girl was standing beside him. A part of him didn't even want to look at her, as what good would it do? Bring back memories that he didn't ever want to think about? Make him remember how hard it was to be in the army, knowing he left her back home? Or about how the last letter he ever received from her was a break-up letter, just before he was taken prisoner? Or about how many times he wanted to die because she was the only good thing he'd had in his life since he got clean? Dean swallowed hard. He didn't want to look at her, and every fiber in his body told him to just walk away - but instead, he slowly diverted his eyes into her direction, locking gazes with her. "Yeah," he muttered lightly, glancing away momentarily before reverting his eyes back to her.

How was he? How was he doing? The question seemed to be an ice breaker almost, though Dean was unsure if he really wanted to answer it. Not many people would want to hear the problems he was going through. Besides, you couldn't really just casually admit the issues he had. "Oh, been pretty shitty. I have PTSD now, I have at least five panic attacks every day, I'm heavily medicated for other mental disorders, and I'm seeing a therapist three times a week. But nevermind that, that's just the petty stuff. What about you?" Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Dean knew just how bad this conversation could go, and he wasn't really going to let it turn to s**t. Besides, it's not like she would even want to hear about the issues anyway. "I've been... okay. I moved back here a few months ago, still trying to settle in." Oh, he was only praying that she didn't ask about the army. "What about you? How've you been?" he countered, clearing his throat lightly as his hands went into his pockets.

As Keirra's eyes looked around the room, so did Dean's. He took notice of everyone again, though his gaze settled on some kid he remembered picking on just because he was having a bad day. Riley. Honestly, Dean couldn't really remember what he did to half the people he got into it with, but he knew that he'd done some horrible s**t. Most of them would probably kill him in his sleep if they had the chance. Hell, could he really blame them? "Well, it's been a long time since people have seen each other," he added with a shrug of the shoulders. "Things get... awkward." There was no doubt that their attempt at conversing was quite awkward, as well. With a moment of silence, Dean cleared his throat lightly before shuffling his stance some. "So... uhm. What do you do for a living now?"



ooc If it's not too much to ask, Radio, could you please use a darker blue for Elena? I have problems seeing light colors u.u

xxxxEven as he hadn't replied, she was still tempted to turn and run, pretend that she needed to use the bathroom really bad or something. But that was something that would be beyond rude and even if Keirra wasn't the best person in the world, walking away from someone in such a manner? There was no excuse. No matter how bad she felt or just how awkward it was. As far as she knew, maybe this was the normal Dean though she truly didn't think it was. After all, so many people whom came home often had PTSD when they came back and sometimes, such things changed them completely. Though she didn't blame them at all, coming home from a war to normal life was probably beyond confusing and even scary. "Yeah? Hm. The Dean I knew isn't.. so.. One worded." She mused, staring at Dean curiously. What was with him? Sure, he never explained things in such big sentences but this? This wasn't normal, this wasn't the male she knew. Had she done something terrible in leaving him? Him being gone all the time and her worrying constantly had been too much to bear. Would it consolate him if she told him that no one else amounted to what she had once had with him? Would it make things better?

Shaking the thoughts away, she nodded as he spoke up, her eyes on him momentarily before she gave a small sigh as he asked a question. "Good I suppose. Bored, the shop has been slow as of late. But what I do for a living now? I own a little bakery. Doesn't sound like me at all but it's true." She mused, debating on whether or not to ask the same question. "What've you been into since you came back? Have you found a place to work yet?" She asked, just being curious. Maybe he'd need some extra time to settle in? She really wasn't sure but he wasn't being himself. Not so loud or playful, hell, here he seemed timid. As if any little thing would make his world fall apart. "I wonder if any others are coming.. They always hold this thing when we have bad weather. I think it's their way of trying to ward us all away. They don't want us back after all the hell we caused." Keirra mused, grinning up at him. This was supposed to be a reunion party but here, it was so boring. There had to be something better to do.

"You have any ideas to get this party going? I don't think they have any alcohol but someone has got to have some good music. If I wanted to freeze my a** off I'd go out to my car and grab a few cds but that snow is coming down hard. But if it's going to be like this all night, I'm considering taking my chances in this little supposed to be blizzard." She spoke up, focusing her attention on him momentarily before looking around the room. It was true, all they were doing was talking and sure, she didn't mind standing around and talking but eventually it got boring. "In all honesty, I'd rather be home feeding Mazie rice balls at this point.. she's my slow loris. Wanna see?" Keirra questioned, pulling out her phone and flipping through it to find a picture of the adorable little critter . But if Dean knew Keirra at all, he'd realize he didn't have a choice, she was showing him said picture whether he wanted to see it or not and she held her phone out to him, watching him curiously. 'Maybe now that he's back.. We can pick up from where we left off? Would he want to? Is he still into me? Did he find someone else? Is he still the same as before? Obviously not.. But he couldn't have changed too much..' Her thoughts were all over the place and she shook them away, refusing to think more into it. She wasn't sure if they could ever pick up the pieces, after all, she hadn't waited. She had practically already ruined her chances with him. Who would want someone back? Especially after that.

Location; Highschool cafetera - by the refreshment tables With; Dean Thoughts; Why am I even thinking about this? No. I can't! Not again.