|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:35 pm
Reverie let out a long, exasperated sigh as she sat on the edge of her seat, silently seething. She tapped the stiletto heel of her boot against the ground loudly in an agitated manner as she glared daggers at no one in particular as she repeated thissucksthisucksthissucks in her head over and over again like some kind of cult mantra.. The so-called food that those creepy "cooks" served tasted like s**t and yet the damn cafeteria was still crowded anyways. Sure sure, people had to eat to live and all, but seriously? Did all of these starving creepers have to come and invade her table? Did they have to sit so close and smell so bad and look so filthy?
For the past fifteen minutes, Revi had been swirling the plastic spoon (apparently too many people had been stealing the good spoons, according to others) in the slop on her plate as she scooted down the long table every time someone took a seat. At one point some dumbass had even sat down on her tail extension, luckily for him Revi had held her tongue and simply given him her dirtiest look. She had been clutching the spoon for so long that it was beginning to leave red marks on the inside of her hand. If she had been anywhere else, Revi would have flung her lunch at the nearest person and probably dropkick them, but that was just it...
If.
No, she couldn't afford to get in a fight in a place like this, not where she could be outnumbered or stabbed in the middle of the night. She had to remember Lennox's advice where ever she went. She couldn't draw any attention to herself; she had to be invisib -
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted as the greasy... something next to her laughed loudly, shaking the entire bench. Revi scowled darkly as she slowly stood up, I don't even know what the hell I'm sitting by. Is he or she supposed to be some kind of mutant? Like what the hell. I'm sick of this. To hell with this food! To hell with all of these freaks! Clenching her fist into a tight ball and biting her lip in an attempt to keep herself from cussing out the person, she quietly walked away from the table, leaving her lunch there for whoever was desperate enough to eat it.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 12:34 am
"Effmylifeeffmylifeeffmylife- how is this food?!"
Gray eyes glared down gloomily at the gunk on his plate, not even bothering to poke it with the utensil he'd hastily grabbed. He was quite sure the bubble that popped when he tried jabbing it moments before had been the substance snarling and opening a mouth to bite at the offending fork. Bark and flesh rubbed together as the sixteen year-old crossed his arms before his chest, lips twitching to the side in a pout as he watched for further signs of life. In this place of bloodied walls and echoing screams, he wouldn't put it past the cooks to serve them living experiments.
Maybe these were failures? Or something from someone they brought to the catacombs..?
His stomach did an uncomfortable flop and drop at the thought, hair at the back of his neck rising. Gagging lightly, he unhooked one of his hands to push away the plate with a finger, poking it bit by bit as if expecting an attack from the delectable meal atop it. A patient sitting across from him took the movement as a silent offer, and was quick to swipe up the plate before the boy even had a chance to register what was going on. "Hey, that's-!" He cut himself short, hands half-fisted when the other male glared and bared unusually long and sharp fangs. A whole mouth chock full of them. He resisted the urge to gulp, but it was impossible to stop the color from draining from his face. Still, Rory returned the heated glare. Instead of rising to the challenge, he rose from his seat with a snort when the other one began to straighten in his seat. A few of the other patients who'd been sitting around him gave him a strange collection of looks - calculating, laughing, disgusted, leering - that he tried to ignore. The other guy was huge. Those muscles had to be caused by 'roids. The guys around him? They looked like they'd be more than willing to side with whichever one of them was most likely to win a fight. In this case? Not Rory. It was a sore and blunt fact he had to bite his tongue to and keep moving. Besides. He was going to move anyways - or so he told himself to regain the confident posture and step his quick retreat had originally lacked - the bench was uncomfortable.
Like.... y'know, almost everything else in this damn place.
His back was still sore from sleeping on the metal spring in his room. It was either that or the floor and he didn't even want to begin to image what happened down there before he took over the room. Even now, crossing the cafeteria floor with his sandals was enough to make him cringe inwardly. He wanted sneakers. Unfortunately, a glance down to his root covered feet told him, once again, why such a comfort could not be his as he marched his way towards the exit.
"Effing asylum. Effing tree roots... branches... whatever. Effing life!" About the only plus to the day? The shinny red apple he'd been able to pluck before entering the cafe from the tail-like branch that extended from the end of his spine. Currently nestled in his shorts pocket, that at least could serve to be a proper mini-meal.
And promptly push away how weird it was to eat something that grew from him. He was not an apple tree. He was not an apple tree. He was not a freaking apple tree. He just happened to have branches of one growing on him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:44 pm
Nimble hands unhooked the long silky tail that had been wrapped around her waist and a small, almost smug smile graced Revi's lips for a fraction of a second as she watched the tail swirl around her hips before settling down neatly behind her. She ruffled up her hair in her usual frustrated fashion and quickly fixed her ponytail as her green eyes scanned around the crowded cafeteria. She needed a distraction, but it was already too late. The fluid motions of her tail extension had brought back the memories of all of those performances and all of that praise and -
The sweet thoughts were quickly thrown aside as she recalled the nightmare that she had woken up to. Of course, Revi was used to those by now, but what had truly bothered her and put her into a bad mood was the fact that she had suddenly thought of food after waking up. After staring at her ceiling and thinking of all of the warm meals she had enjoyed with her Leader, Revi had finally hopped out of bed with a grumbling stomach. Of course, she hadn't expected some kind of fancy gourmet meal in a hell hole like the Asylum, but she was at least hoping for something... half edible.
But no. Of course not. Some higher being didn't like Revi. Some higher being was teasing her. Mocking her. Messing with her for shits and giggles and she was not pleased with that. In fact, displeased was some kind of twisted understatement. Revi was downright pissed off and fighting off the urge to maul the first cook she could get her hands on. She was just so damn angry and she had nothing to vent on. If she was in her own room she probably would have kicked that little drawer thing across the room - she almost smiled as she thought of all of the times that her Asylum neighbors had complained about the noise and how she'd respond with a quick, "Oh, well is it as loud as the sound of you jacking off? Hm?" - but she wasn't in her room at the moment and her drawer wasn't anywhere in sight annnnd she was pretty sure that she would get a butcher knife thrown at her if she started a fight with a cook and -
Revi suddenly snapped out of her mental rant and looked around in an almost sheepish manner. She had zoned out yet again and had been standing there for who knows how long. Even though there weren't any curious eyes or hushed snickers, she still felt oddly embarrassed and disappointed in herself.
Gotta pay attention to my surroundings. Gotta focus. Gotta be ready and on my toes - ew, what the ********? No way in hell was that meatloaf. Goddamn liars. Revi pursed her lips as she scanned over the sloppily written menu that was being posted up nearby. Shaking her head, she stomped off towards the exit on the other end of the cafeteria. The small girl quietly slipped through the crowd, making sure to avoid sharp elbows, spikes, claws, whatever and even though they couldn't be heard over the roar of random conversation, her stiletto heels were clicking angrily.
She wasn't really quite sure how she ended up in the air like that, flying across the room. Perhaps her wings had grown back or maybe the cafeteria had asked her for a performance and she had been feeling just generous enough to grace them with a back flip or something of the sort? Either way, she distinctly remembered squeezing in between others in an attempt to get to the exit.
And then.... Oh yes!
And then she had been been bumped into by some person having a seizure (or something of the sort) and then she had stumbled back into some large brute. There had been a quick and heated exchange of passionate words that had probably included a "What the hell? Watch where you're goin'!" and a "You filthy slob!" and maybe even a "Piss off, a*****e!"
Yeah. That sounded about right.
Revi had been picked up and tossed like a feather across the room like some kind of rag doll by one particularly large and angry looking patient. She quickly came to her senses mid-air and managed to to grab onto what felt like a branch (well, that's odd! she had thought to herself for a split second) in order to vault herself into a neat back flip. After landing gracefully - it was a wonder that she hadn't landed on somebody's head due to the crowded state of the room - and found herself trying to look past a mop of brown hair. Maybe she needed higher heels.
"Tch. Where the hell did that jerk go? God dammit!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:59 pm
Now, Rory wasn't the shortest guy in the world, but his still growing five-foot-nine was pretty easily towered by a good few of the crowd he mannered through, ducking under arms and spiky appendages when needed, half-leaping over tails or lower limbs that might cause him trouble otherwise. It was times like this he was grateful his branches were rather small, the worst being the tail. Now and then he flicked it, trying to avoid hitting those around him, before feeling it slightly curl closer to his body. It wasn't like he had a fully functioning tail, nothing super prehensile to use like a fifth limb, but hey, he had some control over where it moved to. No complaints here.
Beat turning around and smacking someone he shouldn't smack with a tree branch, right?
Still mindful of the fruit in his pocket, he reached the door a tad slower than he would have wanted, having trying to ensure the precious apple wasn't squished by another heavy body. Still a few feet away but now the closest to it, the large gateway opened, and more patients barged in en route to grab some of the dingy grub. The brunette was about to take his chance, intending on slipping through the mini mob into the halls. A disgruntled glare from one fellow who was forced to lift his arm to ensure he didn't smack Rory in the head as the teen took another step was the only thing that made him pause. Rory was impressed. He figured there wasn't a soul in here with any form of manners.
His mouth opened, a faintest of upward curves pinching the corner of his mouth as he lifted his arm slightly to give a quick wave of gratitude. "Alright man, tha- The ********> The f-bomb tore from his throat before he could stop himself, ripping his arm down and towards his middle, clutching the appendage as he started, startled, at the girl who landed neatly beside him. She'd managed to tug one of the branches curving around his arm, tugging it enough to make the area it protruded from his flesh throb, but no serious damage had been done.
He completely forgot about the man he'd been about to thank and zip past, instead when the brightly clothed newcomer began to speak, his shoulders dropping when he realized she didn't even notice grabbing onto him like that.
Well now. This just won't do.
"Hey, lady," he growled, standing straighter - towering over her, might he add, much to his secret delight, he was begging to fear he was among the shortest of the bunch after all. "Mind watching who the hell you grab now on?" She wasn't one of the giant mutants around, though he did give her feathers and tail a longer-than-normal look. Didn't look like someone he'd have too much trouble taking, if things got nasty. But he was hungry. He wanted to eat his apple, damn it!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 9:41 pm
Revi had planted herself firmly by the boy and was trying to look past dozens of tall heads to see if the man who had thrown her was anywhere in sight. There were several people that bumped into her and gave her dirty looks as they came rushing - no - stampeding into the cafeteria, but she was determined to hold her ground. Her stiletto heels were grinding into the dirty floor as she swayed side to side, trying to look past the people in front of her, not really seeing any of their faces. She quickly snatched up her tail and held it in her arms to avoid having it trampled over by the dirty feet, claws, flippers, and whatevers of the clearly hungry patients.
Her hand balled itself into a tight ball as her eyes flickered over the boy that had just addressed her in a rather rude manner. She opened her mouth to cuss him out due to her foul mood, but instead, her eyebrows arched up in interest as she took in his appearance.
Gray eyes, probably a good two or three inches taller than her, brown hair with corny highlights, relatively human except for -
"Huh. Well s**t, that explains it. Mmm..." she reached up with her other hand and tapped at her chin thoughtfully, forgetting about the vulgar speech she had been about to give him.
"So I wasn't imagining things after all, that's goooood, yeah," she motioned vaguely at his branches, "that's cool, yeah? But anyway... sorry, man. Meant to grab a shoulder - y'know 'cause most people don't have branches an' stuff - but I guess I miscalculated or somethin'. Maybe I'm outta shape, hell if I know - " Her head quickly snapped around as she gave someone the finger and glared daggers at them, "Hey! Watch where you put your filthy hands, you dirty a*****e!" Honestly, the patients at this horrible place truly disgusted her at times. Well, no, not quite. They pretty disgusted her at all times.
Green eyes slowly turned back towards the tree boy and studied him for a few seconds and she felt the corner of her lip twitch into a hint of a smirk. How peculiar. It seemed pretty obvious that he was some kind of tree person (what else could have branches and leaves?), yet he wasn't nearly as scary looking as he could have been. She was pretty sure that if he looked like one of those tree things from that closet lion movie -
It's called Narnia, Reverie. Righto.
- then everyone in the room probably would has cleared the area out of fear... or they'd at least clear the cafeteria because there wasn't any room what with a giant tree chilling and -
She blinked a few times to clear her thoughts and let out a soft 'hm' before casually waving a hand at the not-so-scary boy, "So like, couldja move outta the way? Blockin' my view, y'know? Or hey! Actually, maybe... couldja turn around and check it out for me? See if there's some big creepy lookin' fellow comin' this way? And I mean like a freakin' massive, dude."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
