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 Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:10 pm
 It'd been a weird morning.
Okay. So maybe 'weird' was kind of a little bit of an understatement. It wasn't every night Sam had vivid dreams about ripping other students' innards to shreds between his razor sharp teeth. (Like those dreams about forgetting the huge math quiz in his underwear weren't bad enough, huh? Ha.) So good. It had been so good. The desire for flesh had been more than he'd ever known in any single person or thing before that moment. He'd wanted for things before, plenty of times. He'd denied himself a thousand times more - he didn't need that second fruit cup. Someone else was more hungry and had none. He didn't need that camera right this second. His still worked, and the money could go towards making someone else's dreams come true.
Sam hadn't just wanted it; he'd needed that flesh between his teeth, needed to feel the blood rushing into his mouth in a torrent, needed to hear those screams and feel those limbs writhing for freedom they'd never again attain -
He'd woken up in a cold sweat, so ravenously hungry it left him sick to his stomach - that did it. No more pepperoni pizza before bed. Simple as that. Sam wasn't sure how long he'd sat there, his shaking arms wrapped so tight around his own sides it'd hurt. But like every morning, much as he might wish it sometimes, he couldn't stay in bed forever. It wasn't doing him any good anyway.
Later, he'd kind of wish he'd just stayed put. If only because the dream was made that much more chilling when he heard the news - Ignacio was dead. He wasn't somebody Sam had known too well. 'Acquaintances' was the best word for them, if anything. But he'd been a cool guy. Laid-back, like Sam was.
He'd also been the fellow student he'd been so cheerfully ripping to shreds in that god awful dream the night before. Much as he'd love to say it killed his appetite when he realized, it didn't. The boy was hungry, and in the end figured it was probably better to stuff his face full of some cereal than freak himself out. Any more than he already had, anyway.
It was just a coincidence. A damn freaky coincidence, yeah, but a coincidence regardless. He hadn't had anything to do with it, didn't mean anything. He had himself pretty well convinced by the time he'd settled down with a nice bowl of peanut butter crunch and some OJ. Better, much better.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:27 am
 WHAT!?! A student had died? How was she meant to get over something like that. I mean it could have been anyone, this was not right, was this place haunted now? She wondered as she walked down the hallway. Looking over the heads of other students. If you noticed something about Alease, before her blood red eyes and countless piercings. It was she was incredibly tall and thin. She was taller than most girls in her bare feet however on top of this she choose to wear high heeled boots that gave her a extra boost making her as tall as most of the boys. Some called her a freak because of it but to be honest she liked to be tall. To be able to see over the tops of peoples heads and look for the spaces in the hallway. She made her way into the cafeteria with her bowl of bran cereal with several scoops of sugar on the top, she liked the flavours and the texture of it being soggy and all meshed together, first thing in the morning not even she had the energy to chew and to be honest she was not that much in a meat eating mood after her dream. She wondered, who was she eating? she remembered the dream so vividly and she even remembered the face. However putting the face on a person was proving to play a very difficult role. Then it hit her like a tun of bricks. Sitting at a table was a boy with pink hair and bright eyes. That was him, he was the person she ate. What is the matter with her? Sam! she ate Sam!? She went a little pale the last little bit of hunger she had in her running away as she just put her whole bowl in the bin, spoon and all. She walked forward in a attempt to go past him with out making eye contact. Then in her long limbed goofiness found herself falling, slipping on some milk that was not cleaned up. Just at the moment she was next to where he was sitting, Her legs went parallel with her body as she reached over to anything to stop her from falling, too bad the closest thing to her was Sam's blazer...
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:13 am
No matter how much 'better' he was feeling by then, Sam was staring into his bowl as he ate, prodding the cereal with his spoon between bites. He was trying to will himself to focus on something else instead. Anything but the expression of sheer terror and muted pain on Ignacio's face as he ripped his stomach apart, the image still fresh in his mind. It hadn't yet faded as dreams were so apt to do; maybe because he was sitting there thinking about it. Most likely. So why was he still thinking about it?
Two students were dead, that's why. It was the shock of hearing his fellow students were gone. He knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. People died all the time, in places and schools everywhere. But he'd never experienced it first hand before. Then two at the same time, of the same thing - yeah. It was a big shock to the system, weird dream or no weird dream.
He'd go pay his respects later. Even if he didn't really know them, it was only right. Hopefully they hadn't gotten anything weird from the cafeteria...
Sam was jerked from his train of thought, literally, when he was jolted sideways by someone grabbing a hold of his blazer. "Whoa!" he yelped, throwing out an arm reflexively while the other hand grabbed a hold of the table, unintentionally jostling his breakfast. Milk began to creep across the tabletop as he whirled to catch a peek at his would-be 'assailant'.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:21 am
Alease let of a small grumble as her head came in contact with the floor.
"Effing son of a bi- eep."
She squeaked as she saw milk heading towards her from the table sitting up so she did not get a face full of it. That must have been her most graceful moment ever. She took a deep breathe in to try and come to a conclusion to what had just happened before she heard some people snicker. Let them laugh like they where perfect. She looked over to who she still had a hold off before she let go of his blazer and sighed grabbing hold of the table and pulling herself up. Man great just great the one person she was trying to avoid too just her luck!
"I am sorry. I have as much co-co-ordination as a two legged rhino, I will line up to get you some more breakfast."
She stated as she started to wipe herself down. Did they EVER clean these floors seriously?
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:46 am
"Oh - Alease!" Sam's eyes widened, and in a heartbeat he'd whirled clear around in his seat to face her. He shuffled awkwardly up onto his feet to try and offer her a helping hand. Even if she was already up and he nearly slipped on his own milk in the process. "Are you okay?"
If only he'd had enough foresight to turn around sooner. He mentally cursed himself for being too busy staring into his bloody cereal to notice anything else. The poor girl was so tall to begin with. With heels like that, she had a lot further to fall, and he wasn't liking the sound her head had made against the floor in the slightest. "Don't worry about the food man, worry more about yourself - seriously. Quick, tell me, how many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, purposely holding up two fingers and a thumb.
He was aware of how many eyes were on them, and he felt even worse when he heard some of the other students snickering at her expense. If he'd been paying more attention, he could have caught her. Or at least tried. Like she didn't get enough crap from everyone else as it was. "Oh, right, " Sam murmured swiftly, reaching around to make a grab for his napkins. Only to realize they were already sopping wet from the milk he'd spilled in the first place. D'oh. "... napkins. Here, you should sit down. I'll go get you some napkins, alright?" he offered, flashing her a tentative grin.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 3:19 pm
"No. No its okay. I am fine and your holding up 8... I am kidding dont worry. I have hit my head much worse in the past. Might knock some sense into me seriously."
She chuckled and nodded before she stroked her hair back and smiled. "I dont need any napkins, I am okay. No need to make a fuss, Just slipped on something." She smiled really, she hated being the centre of attention besides when she was on stage. She would much rather blend into the wall but at the moment that was proving difficult.
She looked down at him with a small smile, no avoiding him now. I mean how could she so she might as well return his kindness.
"is anyone sitting there?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 4:03 pm
An expression of sheer mock-horror flooded the boy's face at the words, though he was chuckling right along with her in the end. "Seriously? If that's the case, you sure a rock-hard skull isn't your real gift?" he teased, prodding her side in a playful way before he backed up, mindful of the milk on the floor. One trip between the two of them was enough for one day, thanks.
"There's some milk on your blazer, though, " he pointed out, "And on the table. And on the floor." Whether it was for her or not, a couple of napkins wouldn't hurt them any. "... seriously, you slipped?" he murmured, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. "Where's the janitor when you need him, huh? I swear, the guy's kicking back somewhere watching football as we speak."
Hastily, he smiled again, stepping forward and then back again as he motioned to the table with a sweeping gesture of his arm. "Oh, yeah! ... I mean, no. Nobody's sitting there, go on ahead, " he offered warmly. It'd probably be better for her to sit down anyway, just in case that head wasn't as hard as she thought.
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