Post by Matteo Greco on Aug 7, 2011 22:25:40 GMT -5
For Your Consideration .Recall the deeds as if they're all Pawns: Matteo, Meredith .Someone else's atrocious stories Status: Open, Active .Now you stand reborn before us all Setting: The hallway of Haven, outside Matteo's locker. .So glad to see you well Scene: Adjusting to a new school, and a new life. .But I'm more than just a little curious...
Click click click.
Matteo's left hand, covered in a fingerless leather glove, clicked the top of a solid blue retractable pen in and out repeatedly. He was staring absently at his locker as classmates, teachers, and other staff ebbed and flowed around him. The other hand rested in his trouser pocket, curled in to a soft ball.
Click click click.
Matteo had been at Haven for about two nights. It had taken some time for him to adjust to his new surroundings... To be separated from everything he knew and loved... again. He bit his lip, not knowing what class to head to, hell, not even knowing what his locker combination was... Even though that soft mock fist was clutched around a piece of paper with the numbers scrawled in the secretary's polite little chickenscratch.
Click click click.
He hadn't even yet talked to anyone. He didn't want anyone to see the truth. For the first time in his life, Matteo had given way to his fear. As the soft tapping of gentle rain struck the roof over head, A single drop of sweat hit the ground, splashing lightly against the tan tile.
Post by Meredith Beckendorf on Aug 9, 2011 1:46:32 GMT -5
She swept those straight black strands back behind her shoulder, slipping through the crowds as they passed around her. Years had passed and she'd gotten used to the stares they gave her when she walked down the hallway. Up a small stairwell, turning her big brown eyes up to the ceiling and the architecture above. She wasn't feeling particularly unpleasant today, and her feet were forgiving of her 3 inch heels. The morning had passed without much event and as she stood at the edge of the locker hall, watching people filter in and out, she was avoiding the nagging understanding that she was the only overweight one standing in this particular hallway.
Meredith shifted the pack over her shoulder and sighed. She shook the feeling that crawled up her spine, warning her of what she was about to be dealing with in a matter of moments. Meredith adjusted the black corset and lace arms and started forward in the tattered skirt she wore around her legs, quick flashes of fishnet appearing above the boots as they swung out in a long stride, carrying her forward through the crowd.
She had almost reached her locker before her ear twitched.
Her little finger reached up and pressed into the canal of her ear, wiggling a second before pulling out again, waiting to confirm the topic at hand.
"Why do girls her size wear revealing clothes? It's disgusting."
"She should take her fat ass and go get some granny clothes.."
Never a day without a critic somewhere. Her teeth grit, and she turned on her heel and bent over low, "I'm sorry! Did you have a problem with my outfit?!" The voice was loud, causing a small hush around her immediate area and prompting the girls to jump almost out of their skin as they realized she was addressing them. "I always wondered why chicks without any breasts were allowed to wear low cut blouses--since they were meant to show off cleavage."
"Excuse me!?" One of the girls turned to face Meredith completely, putting her hands on her petite waist--she was the taller of the two, brunette hair that was blonde tipped at the end. She stood up straight and stepped two feet forward, but she was engulfed by the Gothic girl before her. Her pride wasn't about to let her back down, but Meredith already knew that look.. and her friend was just sitting there huffing angrily without any idea what to say after she was called out.
"... You're excused, Twat, but don't do it again." Meredith turned and stomped away, only to be followed by a chorus of insults about her weight. Today was starting out peachy. She turned around the corner, ignoring her locker and her previous destination with her head tilted down and a quick strut.
"God, I hate people like that," She kept muttering to herself, trying to unclench her teeth and assuage her anger, "It's like they think 'cause they happen to have a quick metabolism the rest of the world is lazy and doesn't 'keep up'.. and even if they do diet, it's no fucking reason to be rude. After all, my body type is just fine, and I look good in this goddamn corset, so they can go fuck themselves. Social culture would have preferred me in Renaissance days, so it's not like my body type is definably unhealthy.." She kept snarling to herself as she walked, stomping those heavy boots with a click, click, click of the high heel against the marble flooring.
She was so busy muttering her arguments at an inane crowd that she barely noticed anyone, and especially did not notice the boy standing right around the corner she whirled around, near another set of lockers, just waiting for her to run herself into and start to fall backwards from.
Post by Matteo Greco on Aug 11, 2011 21:33:05 GMT -5
Blake felt the collision, but didn't register it until half a second later, when his body was reaching casually for the ground. He blinked,and realized he was falling as his arms instinctively moved up to protect his face. As he fell, his awareness branched out, and he realized there was a throng of highschoolers around him. He imagined, probably correctly, that there was shock on their faces, and amusement on some... possibly concern on others.
As he felt the fall, felt gravity take over his body, he watched passively as the brown tile came to meet his body. He would have wondered if it was going to hurt, but he didn't have time. The collision rocked his body, and for a moment it stung, but the moment passed quickly. Time seemed to resume, as did the audio level on the world. Muttering seemed to surround him. Obnoxious giggles seemed to peak in isolated parts of the crowd.
The words sounded then. "Fat ass needs to watch where she's going..." Matteo heard from someone. For a moment, all he heard was fat ass, and assumed the boy was talking about him.
"Hey!" He said angrily. The rest of the comment hit his ears, but he was already angry at the man... So what if it was meant for the other girl? "Who the fuck are you to judge, asshole?" His anger hadn't meant to be so biting, but he didn't really mind. Bigotry didn't sit well with him. Then,and only then, did he look at the girl. He paused for a moment, then looked back and added, "She's not even that fat!"
Post by Meredith Beckendorf on Aug 16, 2011 15:09:10 GMT -5
Instinct one: Get angry. She'd just fallen on her rump with quite a bit of pain, and some other smartass decided to make another comment that she would surely be up kicking him in the shins for. It was these two things that made his defense of her seem more like an attack than a help. She glowered for a moment and almost got up and kicked him instead, but by the time she had reached her upright position, she was a little more caught on her temper and realized that the boy was only sticking his foot in his mouth with every good intention in the book--so she wouldn't turn it around on him.
She pulled her backpack back up off the marble floor as she stood there for a moment looking around with a slightly disgruntled and irritated look at the people surrounding them. The other boy hadn't stopped to argue, not really wanting a fight, so that left her.. and him, and some quickly shuffling onlookers. She shuffled by him instead of berating or thanking him and got to her locker--which was no more than 20 feet away, no less. She had almost made it unscathed. She twisted the damn thing right and then left and right again before flinging the lock off with some amount of resentment, then throwing her whole backpack into it with a violent and somewhat loud thud. She slammed the damn thing closed and determined that she would go without books to her first class today--it wouldn't be all that big a deal to her anyway, because it was easy enough to just listen to her teacher while he pranced around in his newest costume.
Her hands pushed the black hair that had fallen into her face back away from her cheeks as she took a deep, and well-needed, breath. Today had just been one of those days at the beginning. She'd have to deal with it for now.
Post by Matteo Greco on Aug 19, 2011 22:10:27 GMT -5
Matteo watched as the girl walked off, a bit miffed. She must be embarrased, he thought. I should try talking to her. His throat, in reaction, tied itself in to a pleasant little knot, and said, in its own way, but quite plainly, 'No thank you, I'd really rather not.' Matteo forced a nervous swallow down, which was a very clear response of, 'I really must insist, I'm afraid.'
He walked over casually, purposefully ignoring any of the straggling onlookers. The small twenty foot walk all at once was too close and too far. He wished he had more time to gather his thoughts, but he also wished he could just be there without having to walk. It was frustrating to say the least.
Finally though, he was there. He wished, like was his custom, that he could come up with something witty to say, to prove how suave and debonaire he was, but all he could really manage was, "Look, I'm sorry for that whole scene there. Those guys are assholes. I'm Matteo... I'm new." He caught the rambling before it got too far... he hoped.
Post by Meredith Beckendorf on Aug 23, 2011 18:22:49 GMT -5
She was just about to escape without having to talk to the kid when up he walked, lo and behold, to save the fat princess and prove he wasn't a prejudice prince. She gave him a smile as she leaned on her locker for a moment, somewhat feline in nature, "Oh, don't worry. People like me get fully aware of who is an asshole or not." She was almost snapping at him, and upon noticing her tone, took another deep breath, pressed her black-painted lips together, and closed her eyes.
"Sorry. You know what--that's not nice. I'm really appreciative for your concern," She sounded as sincere as she could with her whole body crunched up against her locker like she was trying not to lash out and eat the first person who spoke, "My name is Meredith, and I've been here for about 2 and a half years now." She held one hand out as a greeting, offering it in all its lace-covered glory to him for a friendly handshake. Her black hair was done up in ringlets and curls, falling around her face as if she had walked out of a gothic anime poster--if she was three sizes smaller and her tits were two sizes bigger, anyway.
Post by Matteo Greco on Sept 13, 2011 21:13:26 GMT -5
Matteo couldn't help but be taken aback at Meredith's initial response, and he could feel his anger rise slightly at the back of his throat at what he thought might have been a vicious remark, but her follow up soothed it back again. He took her hand with only the slightest hesitation. "Nice to meet you." He said, the casual social niceties automatically rolling out, as if they had queued up.
He wasn't really sure where to lead the conversation after that, because the only thing they had in common was the unfortunate incident only a moment ago, and Matteo didn't feel like going back on that train of thought... so he followed a new one. "So are you... like, do you have the nightmares too?" He already knew what the answer had to be, but he supposed his words would have to work as a segue.
He nervously smiled and scratched the back of his head. It took a small force of effort to not look her up and down; he didn't want her to think he was checking her out... which is exactly what he would have been doing.
Post by Meredith Beckendorf on Sept 13, 2011 21:36:47 GMT -5
"Nightmares? No." She was confused for only a moment before she realized he was talking about the disease--the disease she coveted in a bit more than an unhealthy sort of way. "Oh. Sorry, you meant Chimerism." That thing we're all here for She almost didn't stop herself from saying. It wasn't that she was trying to be rude or make another enemy, it was just that she didn't deal with anyone who seemed like they were more or less normal--calling them nightmares, like they were some tortured soul; that was pretty standard around here, it seemed like, and he was attractive and didn't seem socially awkward and that was always a dangerous place for her.
She pushed those black curls behind her shoulder and shrugged as she organized her things within her hands so she'd be ready to head to class. Her brown eyes flicked back and forth--the crowds had evened out and the world was back to normal, except she was talking to someone other than herself. She took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh of resignation, letting her awkwardness melt away in hopes of a less tense conversation.
"I don't call them nightmares. They aren't bad for me. I enjoy them." She turned and started down the hall, her heels clicking as she walked short steps with the skirt swaying around her. She was taking enough time to give him the opportunity to walk with her as he chose, or he could choose to let her go and she'd call over a goodbye. Whichever he preferred.
Post by Matteo Greco on Sept 13, 2011 21:52:56 GMT -5
Matteo followed, happy to have someone... anyone... to talk to. It was one thing to move to a new town where you didn't know anyone. At the very least, you have family. You have parents. Matteo didn't even have that. The thought that anyone was talking to him made him feel slightly comforted, and he was happy for that. Thinking about his parents made tears threaten to build up pressure behind his eyes. He blinked, and the moment was gone.
He forced his voice to be normal, to hammer out the edge that grief puts to uncontrolled tone, and spoke in a regulated, even rhythm until he was sure he was back to normal. "Yeah, they... They scare me a little. I mean, not all of them are bad, but the feeling of being someone else, somewhere else... is terrifying. Amazing, sure, but terrifying." He felt his feet switch gait to match her steps, felt his arms stop swaying, as he adapted to the person beside him. "Is it true that we share the same dreams? Again, I'm still pretty new to all this..."