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 Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 8:03 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan did as he was told. He put the squirrels down on the deer and strapped his bow to the quiver on his back, handing the other to Roxy. This would not be a pleasant time, his back was hurting already and pulling this massive animal back though the forest would be hell. Ryan grabbed the edge of the tarp and waited for Delia to do the same before he tugged and started to drag the beast over the forest floor.
"Why did you have to shoot this one?! It's so heavy!"
Ryan wined and kept tugging the edge of the tarp. He was about to give up, really just collapse into a pile of aching limbs and sadness when they neared the edge of the forest. Together they pulled the stupid tarp out of the even stupider forest. Their coach was waiting on a bench not far away. Ryan helped pull the deer over before he sat down on the grass and rubbed his face with his hands.
"I killed it! Okay! I killed it and now it's dead and I hate this stupid class."
Ryan looked up at the teacher and frowned. He was in to much pain to care if he would get yelled at. He just wanted to relax now. Slowly the boy got to his feet, he opened the tarp and took out the squirrels, tossing them into the man's arms.
"Two dead animals, That's twice the required work for today. Now I'm going to take a shower."
Ryan crossed his arms and walked back into the building headed for his room. Once inside he shed all of his clothing and put it in a laundry soap soak in the sink while he washed his pale and scrawny body vigorously. After ten minutes of scrubbing he turned off the water and dried himself, dressing in a pair of jeans, a blue T with a diagram of the earth's cross section on it, and a red hoodie. He slipped on his shoes before he walked quickly to the cafeteria, he needed to get there to grab Sierra something to eat.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 9:08 pm
 + J - e - n - n - a +
- - - + - - - - - - J . a . s . m . i . n . e - - - - - - + - - -
Jenna brought her tray with her as she walked over to sit across form the street rat. He looked content about something, that was rare. Jen sat down and picked up her fork, smoothing the metal teeth with her thumb. She took a deep breath and looked across at Andy.
"What happened to you? Do I want to know?"
The princess smirked and pushed her salad around on her plate with the fork she had been fingering. Jenna wasn't as hungry as she thought she was five minutes ago... Now that the food was in front of her she thought she could probably go a few more hours without... NO! Wrong, BAD! She needed to just eat. Jen picked up a fork full of lettuce, plain unseasoned undressed lettuce and put it into her mouth. Carefully, slowly she chewed and when she was ready she swallowed, not liking the feeling of the food stuffs travailing down her throat.
It was always like this, well, most of the time any ways. She had just gotten on a new cocktail of medications and this one didn't seem to help her at all with her eating problems, just her depression laze. She had no laze. Unfortunately she never felt like eating anymore. The girl took another bit of her salad and almost choked. she really wasn't hungry!
"Do you want my protein bar? I don't think I'm going to finish all this."
Jen spoke to Andy and looked up at him questioningly. If he didn't want it she would just throw it away. It's not like she was going to eat that much any way. The girl opened her water and took a sip, clearing her throat with the cool crisp liquid.
"Really though, what happened? You look horrible and way to happy."
It's not like she really cared that he was hurt, the a** deserved to get hurt most of the time, she just wanted to know who had done it so that she could thank them.
a darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
that hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor
and in the dollar store the clerk is closing up
and counting loonies trying not to say
i hate winnipeg the driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
crowded riders' restlessness enunciates
the guess who suck, the jets were lousy anyway
the same mood every day
and in the turning lane
someone's stalled again
he's talking to himself
and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
i hate winnipeg
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 9:35 pm
 ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin searched the gym with no luck. Hmmm. Maybe Belissa was in the library. He knew how much the girl liked reading. It was almost as much as the girl liked adventure...which reminded him to check the forest afterwards. Martin didn't think she'd go prancing in the woods at this hour with people hunting, but she was fearless enough to go. And really, the hunters were good enough to avoid hitting a person...probably...
He turned a corner only to whip back to his previous place. Oh goodness. He just saw the Sea Witch reading a book. Okay, he had to stay calm. She probably didn't see him. She wasn't going to go looking for him. All he had to do was turn away and keep going.
But that might mean missing Belissa in that part of the library. He sighed. Oh the things he'd go through for that girl.
This wasn't to say he disliked Bridgett. She was just a very touchy person and he wasn't. She oozed sexual tension and liked to tease people. Oh he knew that there were lots of guys who willingly went to her. He knew she was a woman of loose morals (he didn't like to cuss - it was crude and unnecessary). But him? He was still a virgin. Heck, he hadn't even had a kiss. He was not at all ashamed of this...after having perverts attempt to force themselves on him, he was proud to retain his virginity. Hey if Bridgett was willing to get it on, she could do it all she wanted. Just not with him.
Touching made him uncomfortable (the earlier scene with Sierra was a completely different matter).
Okay. He could do this. He could get past Bridgett to check the rest of the library. The girl was probably too enthralled in her book anyway so there wouldn't be a need to talk. He took a deep breath and walked past the reading Witch. If he did get her attention, he prayed that she wouldn't try flirting with him.
Oddly enough, his alternate personality completely agreed with him. He wasn't a fan of sluts and felt that the girls ought to respect themselves more. But whatever, right? It was their lives and he had nothing to do with it. Yeah, he may be a bast--uhhh, a jerk at times (wow, Sierra's lectures on language were really getting to Dark) and totally confident, but he still wanted his first time to be special.
And screw whatever his "better" half wanted. He would make the boy feel a migraine if he ever attempted to have sex with a girl that the two halves didn't agree on. At least he didn't have to worry about the lighter half's feelings towards Bridgett. Actually, he might be able to use the girl's pushy teasing nature against himself to come out and enjoy his freedom...it would all depend on Bridgett though.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:58 am
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra listened and tilted her head at Marcel's words. Odd perspective. She'd never imagined that she was using it as an excuse...but perhaps it was like the age old saying: you can't see the forest for the trees. Because she was in the middle of her own problem, she wouldn't be able to pinpoint it out like she would have in another person.
It was a hard concept to think of. Since she had been able to comprehend the English language, she'd always been taught to behave and act a certain way in order to preserve a family name/title/honor/etc. She once remembered being punished for crying in front of a guest because she skinned her knee at the age of 5. Her parents had been...rather strict on her to put it lightly. All of their life lessons and preachings had been so ground into her, she hadn't really ever thought of being her own person. Not until she came to the Academy (which was rather ironic timing) at least. She had never known how to ignore a person's opinion simply because she had never known that she could. Whether her parents knew that they'd been essentially creating a breathing mannequin or not was debatable (it was also unknown whether it was worse if they had known what they were doing or not).
She shrugged. "Quite possibly. I hadn't thought of it as such." She set aside the tea cup on the bedside table and faced Stetson. This was a chance to bring him into the loop, and she would take it.
"And what will you do once you are rid of said kingship? The Academy will not let you leave now that you know so much about it. They will place you as an extra or bestow upon you another title. If you argue about it, they will find ways to crush you." There was a small amount of bite in her last words. There had been more at work than simple disagreements with her parents to lead to abandonment. She couldn't be absolutely sure, but it was the way that her parents had phrased the disownment that caused her to think. It had also forced her to wonder if the school was checking and editing the letters. Regardless, that letter had torn through her much more than she thought it would.
"I did not know you were so disappointed with Ever After. What is it you want to do?" Sierra was going to let him come to her. She would not reveal her cards before a potential threat. From the way he sounded though, he was already leaning towards becoming a potential ally. Sierra mentally hit herself. She shouldn't be so optimistic until she'd gotten more information.
She knew herself well enough that she could build false hope on the smallest of things. She'd done it enough before to recognize the signs and mentally crushed it before it could cause any harm. Sierra had always been a "cup half empty" kind of girl, but a smaller part of her would always imagine "what if." It was the "what if" that always broke her heart when she let it grow. She'd despised the phrase because "what if" rarely ever worked out. Now she made sure "what if" turned into "when." If that made her a miserable girl, she preferred it to being a weak spineless girl.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:26 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  As both Sierra and Stetson spoke of their dislike of their titles, of the blatant cross that they both had to bare, Marcel couldn't help the soft scoff that passed between his lips. He held the label of the 'Devil'. A 'title' that he neither asked for nor truly wanted...but he didn't complain about it. He didn't act as he was expected. Titles were titles, something that could easily be passed from one person to the next. A label that can be exchanged or removed. Adhering to it would only cause it to become stronger, a tougher obstacle to overcome with time. Like fear that becomes more real with each passing.
It was possible that he didn't completely understand what they were feeling. He had spent most of his life ignoring the opinions of others while both had to use it to the best of their advantage. A defense when they had no other. But did they had to harp on it? To make it so important, so essential, that it eclipsed all in the midst of it? That way led to misery. The fact becoming even more evident by the tired way they both spoke of their 'burden'.
"It seems to me that you are using your title as a excuse." The statement was to the point, he would have it no other way. In the game of villains subtly was key. But in the game of life changing discussions...sometimes blunt conjecture worked best. The comment wasn't meant as a insult, though it could be considered one with the way that he threw it out into the air. It was merely a observation, " Though prestige is important, only you can stop yourself from what you truly want. The title is just a grouping of letters that explains yourself as a person. And nothing more than that."
If Stetson truly thought that getting rid of his title was just hinder him, then he had no problem with it. In fact he didn't care. But if he was only getting rid of it with the hopes that it would magically fix all his problems...
Well, he didn't care that much either. But it just seemed stupid to allow yourself to wallow in such idealistic dreams.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:39 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder's mouth twitched in a movement that was equal parts grim smile and annoyed grimace. "Very blunt, aren't you, Mr. Devil?" he asked, his eyes narrowing momentarily before he raised an eyebrow. He supposed Marcel was right, though - who was Schraeder to be whining about his title, when Marcel was branded as a Devil? Besides, it was not in Schraeder's character to sit around and endure a problem without fixing it himself. "You're right, though," he said grudgingly, nodding a bit. "I suppose it is a problem that I can fix myself. I should thank you for that." He smiled a bit before looking at Sierra. "And Sierra, if there's something you want to ask me, you should do so before I get started on all this. We're more alike than you think, and I can see through most of your words." He looked at her in a mixture of expectancy and humor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 3:05 pm
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ ℬ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ  ..:тнe ɴιɢнтιɴɢαʟe:.. Holding the cup between her hands, a motion that was mostly made to take in the warmth and comfort than anything else, Aquila carefully sipped at her tea. It was a black blend heavily accented with mint and lightly laced with three spoons of sugar. To say that it eased the pain in her throat was a given, but the fact that it happened to clear the foul taste from her mouth was something short of a relief. Her stomach was finally calming from its rolling, her hunger coming through as the mint tea sat warmly at the bottom of her stomach. Maybe she would be able to swallow something down? A small Caesar salad would be nice. Nothing too heavy. Just something to stave off the hunger.
As she contemplated whether she could stomach the salad or not Aquila looked out of the cafeteria windows. The tables near the paned portals were always her favorite place to sit. Though it had nothing on the busy bustle of the city of her birth, the cool leafy green view was pleasant as well. And a delight to see at any given time. By this hour the sun was painting the school grounds a cool purpled red. Not quite dark, but not quite light either. The falling sun turning all that it touched the sleepy hue of blue as it gave up its place for its lunar partner. To say that it was a beautiful sight was a given, considering the old stone walls added a almost...fairy tale like appearance to the surrounding area. Breathing in the stong mint scent of her tea, Aquila crossed her ankles and settled in her seat. Ignoring the clanging noise on the inside and instead absorbing the blissful silence on the out. The salad could wait a moment more. For now she just wanted to avoid all the crowds and enjoy her own company. [ « ]xx[ ► ]xx[ ll ]xx[ » ]
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 6:36 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾  Roxy rolled her eyes at Ryan as he complained about the weight of the deer. What did he expect? And as for why she had to shoot it, she had gotten that gut feeling she followed when she hunted. "You know why I shoot particular animals...I follow my gut.." She reminded with a small smile.
It wasn't long before they had made it out of the forest and deposited the bounty at the archery teacher's feet. It hadn't seemed like a diffiucult task, but Ryan seemed upset about the whole ordeal. He stormed off quite quickly after he sort of snapped at the teacher. The coach had been about to tell him off, but Roxy stepped between him and Ryan's retreating figure.
"I suggest you keep your mouth shut...You know how Ryan hates killing things...Don't be an a** to my brother...Seriously...You know I'm a better archer than you, and just as good as Robin Hood, if not better....Don't mess with him, because if you do, it's the same as messing with me. I don't put up with any crap..." She warned before stalking off. Roxy went her own way, leaving the man to take care of the carcasses. The meat would more than likely go to the cafeteria for meals.
After she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, she made her way to the cafeteria. Not really hungry, but it was dinner time, she decided to eat anyways. Once she got her meal of chicken and dumplings, she set out to find someplace to sit. There was no way in hell she was going to sit with Aladdin and Jasmine. Nothing against the girl, really, but Andy, yes. He was a man whore. Plain as that. Oh, there was the Nightingale. Aquila, right? With that observation, Roxy decided where she was going to sit.
"Hey, Aquila....how are you?" She asked with a polite smile before taking a seat diagonally across from the girl, for she seemed to be looking out the window. Roxy didn't want to block her view.
.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 7:16 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy looked up when someone sat down across from him. It was Jen, Jenna, Jasmine. His would be princess. The girl was no longer a goal, now just a stepping stone. He had her way with her a few years back. The girl wasn't interesting, she was just a ball and chain, he would be stuck with her and her crazy. The boy put his bowl down and looked across the table to the twig like young woman.
"I got beat up by Stetson and the black guy..."
Andy rubbed his neck and frowned for a moment... That moment was all it took for him to decide that he wanted Jenna to be like PR gal. She could get the word out like no other when she wanted to... And this was something he wanted people to know. Andy wasn't just a ladies man any more...
"Then I screwed Eph... He's a nice guy, I don't see why It took me so long to figure that out."
There we go, it's out. Andy grinned and let the hand clutching his neck slip down to the table. He knew that Jen would spread the little nugget of gossip gold around the school quicker then anyone else. She was the master, she knew about all of his partners, she knew them better then Andy himself did.
"Did you know that he's got this weird necklace? It's like a red marble with stuff in it. It's really pretty."
Andy sounded different, then he normally did when he talked about Ephraim. He sounded much more interested, and he almost never talked about the person after he got what he wanted, but Eph was just sticking with him... Like a freaking ghost or something, he couldn't get the boy out of his head.
"He's really nice too... You wouldn't expect it, but he his. I think I'd hit that again, you know?
It wasn't that he wanted Jen's advise, no. If she gave him advise he wouldn't take it... Andy was just trying to make this as hard for himself and everyone involved as possible.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 7:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:45 pm
+ J - e - n - n - a +
- - - + - - - - - - J . a . s . m . i . n . e - - - - - - + - - - Oh, Stetson.... That would make sense. That man was always getting on Andy about one thing or another it was like a perpetual game of cat and mouse. And in this case forever being the mouse. The hand shaped bruise on his neck was disturbing to say the least. If it were not for the next bit of news then Jenna would have done something about it... But when Andy said that he had ******** Eph, the gay kid... That little whore. And poor Eph. Andy was a brute but most of the girls that he slept with were only slightly better, Eph on the other hand, she knew him. He was fragile. He needed someone who wouldn't just throw him away like a used Kleenex.
"You ******** Eph? What happened to... No gay stuff? Remember? And he's not for you! He's... Delicate. Maybe not physically, but in here."
Jenna pointed to her chest and then balled her little hand into a fist. She looked both concerned and disgusted. Andy was not thinking this though, he never did, but this time was worse then anything he had ever done. This was going to ruin him. Jen forgot about her meal, she wanted to reach over and shake Andy, make him think about his actions for once. The boy was to stupid to see what he was doing... To stupid to see what was going to become of him.
"This is not going to end well for either of you. Here.... I'm out... If you want my suggestion, go apologize to Ephraim. If I know you, you took advantage of that boy's feelings and body. And if you want to keep seeing him... You need to get your act together. Get him some flowers at least."
Jenna tossed her protein bar into the boy's lap then got up with her tray and headed over to the windowed area where she would be away from Andy and able to talk to some people who didn't make her want to kill herself. It was Roxy and Aquila that Jenna decided to sit with, she placed her tray down next to Roxy, across from Aquila then looked to bother of the girls, making sure she wasn't interrupting anything.
"Can I sit with you guys? Andy's being... Andy."
She gave a little hopeless forced smile and shrugged glancing back at the boy before she looked down at her tray. It was still full. She hadn't even made a dent in the salad and the bottle only hand a about an inch missing at the top... Jen wasn't hungry.
a darker gray is breaking through a lighter one
a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
that hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor
and in the dollar store the clerk is closing up
and counting loonies trying not to say
i hate winnipeg the driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
crowded riders' restlessness enunciates
the guess who suck, the jets were lousy anyway
the same mood every day
and in the turning lane
someone's stalled again
he's talking to himself
and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
i hate winnipeg
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:16 pm
S t e p h e n
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Robin~Hood Steve smiled at the woman behind the counter holding the spoon full of steamed carrots. She gave him a little smirk back and heaped a large helping of the orange vegetables on his tray. Steamed carrots were one of the boy's favorite foods. He liked how they were still a bit crisp but super sweet and warm. Plus it helped him see in the dark. And Steve loved to have good eye sight, it was only of his best traits. Once though the dinner line the hero looked around the cafeteria, skimming over faces... One stood out, Roxy. She was sitting by the windows with, Nightingale and Skinny. Steve grabbed an extra apple and casually walked over the the table, taking a seat across from Roxy, next to Aquila. He put his tray down and smiled at the ladies, sliding in beside the darker skinned girl. He had always liked the way she kept her hair short... And he liked her lips though he would never admit to it for fear of sounding raciest. He thought it was cute how big and plump they were compared to the other girl's.
"Evening Ladies. I hope you all had a productive day. I found something you might need Roxy."
Steve placed the apple on the girl's tray and grinned across at her. It was a reference only she would get. The apple... An archery joke. The kid smirked and retracted her arm, picking up his fork as he did. He started to eat, odiously starving... or just a teenage boy.
"Practice, makes perfect woman... These carrots are awesome."
They were gone in a matter of seconds. Steve couldn't make food last, he was horrible at such planing. The boy swallowed and took a sip of his milk, strawberry milk, the best kind of milk.
"Hey, Jenna, You going to eat that?"
Steve looked over at the girl's almost untouched salad. Steve had very little left on his tray and he would have eaten everything on the table if he was allowed to.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:55 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy heard a faint sigh come from Aquila. She honestly felt bad now. She hadn't meant to interrupt anything. However, Aquila seemed to get over the intrusion pretty quickly though. When the girl stated that she was fine with a raspy voice, Roxy gave her a critical look. "Do you need me to get you some hot tea? I hear that helps soothe a sore throat...or in your case, vocal cords.." She offered as she began to eat her soup. "And I can tell...Seriously..they shouldn't overwork you like that..." She commented. She hated girls being treated unjustly.
Then she was asked about hunting. Roxy had been about to say something about the deer, but frail Jenna came to sit with them. She had no problem with the girl joining them. Especially if she was getting away from Andy. "Oh, You mean he's being a man whore again?" She stated casually as if she was commenting on the weather. "It's amazing he hasn't been diagnosed with an STD yet..or that his d**k hasn't fallen off due to over usage..." Yeah, she was not kind to the sluts of the school. It was kind of an Artemis thing, but a Roxy thing as well.
True, she sucked having to be a virgin eternally due to the role she was cast, but that didn't mean she was against it at all. Roxy was sure that as long as people weren't sex crazy, and waited til marriage, or kept the partner count low, there wasn't anything wrong with it. However, it seemed as if Andy had slept with at least half the school. That, and his friend Bridgett probably got most of the other half.
Well, enough on that subject. Roxy was throughly distracted from Andy being Andy when Stephen joined their table. Roxy wouldn't admit it to herself, but she kinda had a love/hate relationship with him. He was so infuriating when it came to their skills. She had always wanted to be the best. He was the only one who could challenge her at the school. Roxy liked a good challenge. However, it would be frustrating because some thought that because he was a guy, he'd have to be better than her.
That was crap. She was just as good as Robin Hood, if not better. She also, deep down, kind of had a crush on him. That was the part she kept a secret, even from herself. He placed an apple on her tray and she refrained from blushing quite easily. "Alas, Mr.Hood...I am no William Tell...I am better." She said with a smirk. "Would you like me to stick the apple atop your head? I could shoot it off...Maybe miss on purpose.." She stated teasingly. That was no feat. Shooting an apple off of someone's head. She'd done it once to Ryan, and he completely freaked. It was quite funny, but she still pinned the apple.
Woman? She grimaced at the word. It grated on her. In that context, it was almost insulting. However, she refrained from commenting and instead, kicked him from under the table. He knew how she didn't like that word said like that. Roxy knew he did it to annoy her.
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You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:29 pm
+ J - e - n - n - a +
- - - + - - - - - - J . a . s . m . i . n . e - - - - - - + - - - Jenna literally cringed when the word whore fell from Roxy's lips. She knew the boy slept around, but after all was said and done he was her prince, and she needed to at least stand by him... He was her first, she had some loyalty to him. Then to make matters worse Roxy commented that he should have an STD or better yet from her perspective, have his d**k fall off.
"Yeah. yeah that's what I mean."
The girl took a seat and kept her eyes down. she looked at her salad and poked her fork around the plate, never actually picking anything up. what Roxy said hurt, it stung. Jen knew the girl was just trying to be nice but... Andy wasn't someone she could just walk away from. He was her's. He was someone she needed to keep an eye on, learn to love.
"He ******** the sorcerer's apprentice. today... I think he ran out of girls."
It was clear that the newest addition the the list of partners Andy had was extremely painful for Jen. She looked up at Steve when he asked for her salad. She wasn't going to finish it.... yeah he could have it.
"You can have it."
Jenna passed her tray across the table keeping only her water. That was necessary. She needed to keep her electrologists up if she wanted to stay alive. And she wanted to stay alive... just not eat.
"Roxy, Andy's still my guy. I... It hurts me when you say stuff like that. you don't know what it's like to watch him destroy himself."
No fear, no waver was in her voice. But she did stay looking down at her water. She didn't want to look at Roxy, all she wanted to do was curl up with a hot water bottle and sleep.
a darker gray is breaking through a lighter one
a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
that hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor
and in the dollar store the clerk is closing up
and counting loonies trying not to say
i hate winnipeg the driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
crowded riders' restlessness enunciates
the guess who suck, the jets were lousy anyway
the same mood every day
and in the turning lane
someone's stalled again
he's talking to himself
and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
i hate winnipeg
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