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Post by saskai on Mar 9, 2007 2:41:16 GMT 1
Mayon looked out at the sky as the sunset, ending another day. He tried to catch a glimpse of this as many days as he could. The stars were beginning to poke out of the dark blue sky and a brief chill had risen from the air. Mayon was just standing there, looking up into the sky. He was calm, collecting his thoughts. His past was nothing now. Leaving Varron may have been hard, but it definitely felt good to be in a new place. Mayons eyes grew into a daze as his thoughts took him away.
Mayon was wearing a black, light jacket for the cold, along with a red T and blue jeans. He was wearing his old black sneakers, his black gloves with no fingers, and had a black toque. The toque covered half of his head, leaving sight of his bangs and the rest of his hair, along with the lower half of his ears, although covered by his hair. He smiled, thinking of past memories, occurrences, and events. He felt a breeze and his hair flowed softly to the left but settles back to the center once the breeze had past.
In his gloved hands, Mayon held a cup of coffee. Coffee was his weakness. He loved it. The texture and creaminess made him feel good inside. The warmth of it kept him feeling warm on the inside as well. He took a sip, letting the rim touch his lips. He quietly sipped the black liquid into his mouth. He swallowed the drink and lifted it from his mouth. He watched as the steam lifted up from the coffee and turned his gaze back up to the sky.
Mayon didn’t have anything to do that day. He decided he would stay on the roof for a while longer and see if anything happened. Not having a job made this possible. Oh how he needed a job. Mayon had a low paying and short job in the mornings but he would prefer to have a nice job at night if it was possible. Unfortunately, you had to look for a job, and Mayon wasn’t good at job hunting.
“This is a beautiful evening.” Mayon muttered to himself.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 9, 2007 7:22:58 GMT 1
"It's a bit unusual," Charlotte commented dryly, watching the other student, dressed all in black, as he stood near the edge of the roof, "to see anyone else up here at this time of evening."
She walked towards him, brushing a few wayward strands of her bangs back into place. The fading light cast an orange glow upon her dark brown, almost black hair, as she slid her glasses off, slipping them in a slim case and putting it in the pocket of her dark, pinstripe pants. The breeze blew the trails of her white scarf behind her as she walked to stand a few feet behind the other student.
Charlotte observed the boy carefully, taking in his posture, his dress, and the coffee in his hand. She had stayed late after school on the roof just to sit and think, and hadn't expected to find another person there. Come to think of it, she hadn't even brought a book, which was unusual of her. Of course, she did have a lot on her mind, still processing the transfer from her old school, and finding a niche to fit into between the Hircinians and the Varronites, neither group of which she was a part of.
She heard the student mumble something to himself, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why are you up here?" she asked bluntly, almost in an accusing tone.
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Post by saskai on Mar 12, 2007 0:32:14 GMT 1
“Nothing, I suppose.”
Mayon didn’t turn around. Instead he just stood there. Still looking up. There was a new soul up on the roof and Mayon decided that he might as well make conversation. He turned around to see whom he was talking to. He raised his eyebrow when he saw who it was. It wasn’t that he knew the person but she was mildly attractive. He hadn’t me this girl before and didn’t know her name. In fact, he hadn’t even introduced himself yet.
“I was just watching the sunset. Err, My name is Mayon Dept,”
Mayon stuck out his hand, knowing it was common courtesy to shake ones hand. The girl had a slightly pale complexion with long hair. Mayon had to admit that she didn’t hurt the eyes, but the way she talked to him already sounded a bit accusing. Her personality already felt like an aggressive one, but Mayon didn’t know what she was capable of. He noticed that she was wearing a scarf, but it didn’t seem cold enough for one. Mayon never liked wearing scarfs, they made him scratch his neck. Mayon took in the girls figure. She was slim, maybe athletic. She intrigued Mayon and Mayon already wondered where this was headed.
“And you are?”
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Post by charlotte on Mar 12, 2007 20:47:26 GMT 1
Charlotte raised an eyebrow as she took in Mayon staring at her. He extended his hand to her, and she made no motions to take it, instead brushing past him and taking a careful seat at the edge of the roof, her feet swinging casually off the edge. She brushed her bangs back as her scarf fluttered out behind her in the wind.
The smell of coffee, Mayon's coffee, filled her nostrils and she took a deep breath, drawing in the warm aroma. At least there was one good thing about meeting someone on the rooftop: the smell of warm coffee.
"Charlotte Anders." She stated blankly and icily, taking a momentary glance over her shoulder at Mayon. "That's my name, in case you didn't understand that." She spoke patronisingly, then turned back, viewing the breathtaking sunset.
Charlotte sighed, leaning back on her hands, her feet still swinging off the edge slowly.
"I suppose you want to talk to me then ..." Charlotte rolled her eyes. (They always want to talk ... why do they always want to talk?)
"So then, what do you want to talk about? The usual ice-breakers; my hobbies, what I like to do for fun, where I live, if I have a boyfriend? ..." she sighed exhasperatedly, subtley bringing up the fact that she had caught him checking her out earlier, though she doubted if Mayon would realise her referential sarcasm.
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Post by saskai on Mar 14, 2007 0:33:03 GMT 1
Mayon smiled at what Charlotte had said. He did check her out momentarily but wouldn’t be so obnoxious to talk about the things she had suggested. He merely walked over to the edge, standing on the right side of her. He continued to stare at the sunset for a couple minuets. She already seemed obnoxious, but Mayon never gave judgment on first impressions. He continued to look at the sun while he began to talk.
“By the sounds of it, you don’t want to talk. So if you don’t want to I won’t. I wasn’t up here for conversation. I came for the sunset. If you do want to talk, you can come up with the topic, as you think mine will be so bad.
Mayon just continued to stare at the sunset.
OOC: OMFG Short!
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Post by charlotte on Mar 14, 2007 3:53:26 GMT 1
(OOC: Ugh, I know, it's horrifyingly short >.<)
"You know ... normally I don't like to talk, but you've been one of the first people considerate enough to ask me whether or not I actually wanted to talk. Most people just continue to blather on, then get pissy when I tell them that I was actually trying to get them to leave." Charlotte turned her head to face Mayon, still leaning back on her hands. "For that, I think I could be persuaded to have a decent conversation, like civilized folk are supposed to act."
She delivered the line "supposed" with blatant distaste, showing her clear hate of expectations and social standards.
"So what do you want to talk about then?" she asked, changing her tone to a moderately friendly one, swinging her feet and offering a brief smile.
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