Sugar.High [open] « Thread Started on Jul 6, 2007, 4:51pm »
Never, ever, attempt to study on a complete sugar high. As Violet had just discovered, it was a pointless effort and a waste of time, but then again so was studying. So in theory either way Violet would be wasting valuable time, time that could be used for something so much more productive, so much more useful, so much more pointless- yet far more amusing.
But Violet had yet to discover that occupation so instead contented herself with tapping her foot impatiently and every so often singing random song lyrics to the empty room. It was a good thing that the room was empty because Violet was a terrible, terrible singer. It was sure that a terrible fate would befall anyone who caught her in this kind of mood belting out Green Day's 'Warning'.
She really, really hated this. This stand-still of time, where not one creative thought would cross her mind. She was dying for someone to talk to, to annoy, to shout at. Flicking a piece of long brown hair from out of her face she sighed, because today was a day when Violet needed to be around people, she's was in a bubbly mood and willing to talk to anyone however there was no one, no one atall.
« Last Edit: Jul 6, 2007, 4:52pm by Violet Moors »
Tyler wandered the halls, skulking down corridors, a bottle of coke in his left hand, his right stuffed in the pocket of his black hoody. He scuffed his converse along the floor as he looked left and right down other corridors and into empty classrooms. Where the hell was he going? He didn't know himself he was just working around and around the school, often in circles. Bordom was slowly but surely creeping through him and he just didn't know what to do with himself.
His feet eventually took him to the corridor where the student lounge was. It was normally empty in there, who studied these days? He opened his bottle of coke and pushed open the door. He saw someone in there, and the first thing he heard was a random line from warning. Great, at least this person had great tatse in music, though maybe not the greatest voice in the world, Tyler was hardly one to talk. The girl, it must be a girl, long hair, had her back to the door, so he couldn't see if he recognised them.
He stepped into the room and took a large gulp of coke at the same time. Bad idea. Being a guy, Tyler was inept at doing two things at the same time and when he tried to do stupid things like that, it always resulted in some kind of accident. This time, his bad luck was at hand, so as he stepped into the room, taking a drink of coke, he tripped on a bit of loose carpet, spilt coke down his front, tipped the bottle up all over the floor and went and fell flat on his face. What a great start.
Violet thought she had heard the fizz of a bottle being opened but pushed it to the back of her mind and continued singing. It was when she heard a loud thud that she whipped her head around, her long hair smacking her, in the face and looked down to see a boy lying face down on the floor.
Not really knowing what to do Violet eased herself off the couch and slowly approached the boy who showed no signs of getting up. There was coke, inccidently one of Violet's favourite drinks, spilled all over the floor.
"What a waste," she muttered shaking her head and looking down at the back of the boy's head, she didn't recognise him but then again Violet hardly knew anyone that she could recognise. Finally she decided she better make sure this boy was alive, if he was dead she could run, she thought. She did not want to be convicted of murder. "Are you alright?" she asked, poking the boy's back with her index finger.
Tyler groaned, his face hurt badly. He heard a voice somewhere in the distant region of his mind and with a lot of force, he managed to lift his head up. "Huh." He looked up and saw a pair of feet. He groaned again and managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, though he leaned on the floor for support. His head ached and he felt his nose, blood trickled down and dripped into his open mouth. He tasted copper and furrowed his brow, he hated the taste of blood.
Eventually he remembered what had happened. "Oh." He said in recollection. He looked up at the girl. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you. I think I'm OK." He rubbed his forehead, it ached and he could still feel blood trickling slowly out of his nose. "I suppose I look like a right mess." He managed a smile, well it was more like a grimace. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket, it was lucky he normally carried them around with him. He wiped his nose, least it wasn't a drastic nose bleed and he hoped his nose wasn't broken.
[OOC: I'm going for lunch now I'll be back after, just so you know ]
Violet watched as the boy slowly got up, one of the first things she noticed about him was the trickle of blood flowing from his nose. She leaned her head slightly forward, wide-eyed and stared at it. From a very young age Violet had an unhealthy obsession with blood and gore, her parents thought she was a little disturbed. When she first moved to America she cut herself, not out of depression, just beacuse she like blood. She stopped after a few weeks when it started to hurt too much, but here were still a few faint scars on her legs.
Violet was bought back to earth when she heard the boy speak, quickly stepping back she looked at his face and tried to ignore the blood. She tilted her head to the side, "yeah, you do look a bit of a mess,"she said truthfully-Violet was never one to lie- "here" she said digging her hands into the pocket of her army shorts and pulling out a cruppled, yet clean, tissue and held it out infront of him, "need more tissue?" she asked.
Tyler was a little put out that she was staring at his face. Maybe she had a fascination with blood, he knew people who did. He thought those people were slightly strange. He hated blood, everything about it. Its taste and he especially hated horror films, it always made him wonder why people who want to watch stuff like that, People being tortured in grusome ways and blood and gore flying everywhere, where was the entertainment in that?
"Thanks, I think it's ok." He said, holding the tissue against his nose. He pulled it away and it was almost soaked in blood. "Okay, I think I'll need it." He said smiling and taking the tissue to clean up his nose. Soon enough all the blood was gone and he chucked the used tissues into the bin. He shook his head so his hair flew out of his face that was also a bad idea, his head objected and he suffered another jolt of pain.
"Sorry about all that. I'm the clumsiest person ever." He admitted, grimacing again. "I'm Tyler by the way, I don't think we've met before."
Violet watched him throw his blood stained tissues away and looked at them for a moment resting on top of the other rubbish in the bin. It took her a few moments to realise he probably thought this was weird and she shook her head slightly and turned back to him.
He introduced himself and Violet smiled, "I'm Violet," she said happily before quickly adding, "but I prefer Lettie, or Lettuce or..." she stopped mid-sentence and remembered that not many people like to here your life story within the first few moments of meeting you so quietly concluded, "but that doesn't matter- take you're pick of what to call me," with a small smile, her blue eyes twinkling and a strand of long hair falling into her face.
« Last Edit: Jul 8, 2007, 9:21am by Violet Moors »
Tyler shrugged, "Ok." Werid, Lettuce? He was intrigued he'd have to ask why people called her that. But maybe right at this minute wasn't a good time. The problem however with Tyler was that if he and a question to ask, he'd more than likely just burst it out. He hated and just wasn't able to keep his curiosty locked up. "Lettuce?" He blurted out, smiling but in an amused way, not a nasty one. "Why?"
He continued to smile as random reasons to why she was called lettuce ran through his mind. He had a weird imagination he scared himself sometimes. "If you can't be bothered to call me Tyler, you can call me Ty I suppose. I have no nicknames, unless you can invent one for me."
Lettuce was a name her best friend in England had given her, she didn't really like it that much she had kept it because it reminded her of home. She smiled when Tyler asked where her nickname had originated, not because it was a funny story- in fact it was the most bog-standard boring tale you could think of but it meant she had to talk about Charlotte, or Lottie as she was more commonly known and that always made her happy.
"Well," she began, "I had a friend back hom called Lottie, and we were Lottie and Lettie. But that was kind of confusing and one day when we were about..." she bit her lip and thought hard, Violet's memory really was terrible, "eight" she concluded, "I was eating Lettuce and Lottie cried 'LETTIE, LETTUCE', and thus the nickname was created" she finished with a big smiled and flopped down into a chair opposite Tyler.
She looked at him for a moment then nodded, "Ty, cool name but I'm sure I can come up with something more original." Whatever Violet would come up with would be original, she had such an obsurce line of thinking that anything she thought of was completely out of the blue and unpredictable. "How about..." she said slowly still thinking, "shoelace?" she asked with a smile, "because you know, you tie your shoelace."
Violet's story made him laugh. "Thats cool. The goings on of an eight year old." Tyler couldn't really remember that far back, he hated his primary school and tended to forget those memories on purpose, so now as per usual, he pushed them to the back of his mind. He needed happy memories. "So where's 'back home?'" He asked. He liked knowing where people came from, everyone was totally different here and it was nice to see the origions of people.
Not just that, but Tyler wa a nosy guy. He liked to know everything about everyone and hate dbeing kept in the dark. He hated nothing more than only hearing "half the secret" as he out it. If you were going to tell him something you might as well tell all. It just annoyed the stubborn boy more.
"Shoelace!" He laughed out loud." I like it but you can tie your shoelace as well, loads of people can. But it's cool Okay, we can be Lettuce and shoelace."
Violet laughed, Lettuce and Shoelace- it sounded good, like superheroes and Violet loved superheroes. Her favourite was Batman, because she didn't really have an super powers. Realising that Tyler had asked her about home she quickly snapped out of her day dream about Batman and looked at him.
Violet didn't mind being asked about herself, being an inquisitive person herself she understood. And anyway, Violet loved to talk about herself, not that she was vain, or self- absorb, she just felt she had an interesting story to tell.
"Home is where the heart is" she said wisely, or what she thought sounded wise. "And my heart is in England, Oxforshire to be exact," she sighed, "I miss it," she said sadly. All her friends and family were in England and she missed them all so much- especially Lottie- but her father would never pay for a holiday back home, even though they were well off and could easily afford it.
Git, that was her father, a big fat git who took her away from her home, her friends and all her memories and then shoved her in a boarding school when she became too much trouble.
"Wicked, your from England. So am I!" Tyler was suprised, he never thought anyone here would be from England, it made him happy, he wasn't an outsider then. "I'm from Brighton." He sighed, remembering. "I love it there. The sea, the arcades, the rain." He rolled his eyes and decided to tell her the story of why they moved.
"My Grandad moved over to England just after my dad was born, for his work or something. Anyway, my dad grew up here, met my mum and had me." He smiled. "Then, a few years ago, my grandad got sick. He died and left all his money and stuff to my dad. So he decided to move back here." He shrugged. "God knows why. I don't mind, I like it here, but Brighton's way better." He sighed again. "Like you said, home is where the heart is."
Violet smiled, she was glad to find someone from her home country it made her feel more at home, not so much an outside anymore. She knew Brighton- quite well infact- many happy days of her childhood were spent in Brighton, on the beach or pier, back when her family weren't a bnch of jerks.
"Yeah, I know Brighton, it's a really cool place," she said happily, "Oxfordshire isn't that bad, bit boring. I lived in Kensington for a while, now that was cool, really artsy..." she quickly realised she was rambling and stopped, "my dad owns a large computing company and wanted to set a branch up here, so he uprooted us all," she concluded glumly.
America wasn't so bad, it just wasn't home, it didn't feel right. Violet felt so out of place here when everyone spoke with an accent and her 'posh' english one stood out so violently.
At first, Tyler just felt so different being here, his voice and everything was out of place, it was just too weird. "Ooo, Kensington, very posh." He said in a fake, posh English accent. "I notice you still speak in an English accent." He said to Violet.
Ty didn't. People always used to tell him it was great and everything, he thought he'd get stick but he got so fed up of people telling him it was great that he made a great attempt to pick up an American one. It didn't take, living in the country made him speak the language basically.
Violet's accent define her, it's what made her stand out from the crowd and she liked that. Also she was too stubborn to even attempt to pick up an American accent like her younger brother.
"Well," Violet began with a smile, "as much as I like the lovely American twang I have to say I prefer the English accent," she smiled even more as she continued with a very posh accent, "even if it is a little posh"
She laughed, Violet was terrible for doing that, laughing at her own jokes but she thought she was a funny person, even if other did not think the same.
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