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Post by Scarlet Cross on Aug 2, 2016 2:33:56 GMT
 The girl’s hands trembled slightly, causing the dishes on her tray to clatter alarmingly. She jumped a bit, gasping as her bowl nearly tipped over. Blue eyes watched it in wide distress, knowing she could do nothing other than wait to see what would happen. Thankfully, the bowl settled back into place on her tray, only spilling a small amount of its contents. Her stomach growled hopefully as she looked at the food. Scarlet had skipped both breakfast and lunch because she couldn’t handle the sensory overload that came with being in the cafeteria. Already, she could feel tears forming in her eyes as she looked up to find a place to seat. The cafeteria was packed, and everyone seemed to be talking animatedly with their friends. She took a deep breath, her eyes finally landing on a mostly empty table toward the corner of the room. She chewed her lip nervously as she started to make her way toward it. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and she was already wondering if perhaps it would have been better for her to skip dinner too and just show up extra early for breakfast. Actually, it wasn’t too late for her to do so. She could dump her tray and come back in the morning. Scarlet was so caught up in these thoughts that she didn’t notice a person in front of her. She walked straight into them, only to be sent backwards as her tray clattered to the floor. Food and drink exploded everywhere, spattering her pants. However, as her eyes finally looked up to assess the damage to the other person, she realized they were nearly soaked in her food. Her lips parted to apologize, but the person was already talking over her. “Watch where you’re going!” they snapped before pushing past her. She felt tears burn in her eyes once again as she squatted down. With shaking hands, she started to gather the dishes that her dinner had been sitting in. |
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Post by NICOLAS VUONG on Aug 4, 2016 10:09:24 GMT
[googlefont=Questrial] [attr="class","turnmeonbase2"] [attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]It was a fairly pathetic scene if he was being entirely honest.
From one corner of the cafeteria, Nicolas watched the figure of an ivory-haired girl stumble about with mild disinterest, a turkey club sandwich in one hand as he took a casual sip of his drink with the other. Yet again he found himself with nothing better to do, and he could hardly consider watching the meek student entertaining by any means — if anything, it was a rather cringeworthy sight. Presumably, the girl was new, given the way she looked much like a deer — or in this case, fawn, given by how wobbly her legs seemed — in headlights as she took one precarious step after another towards a table not too far from him. Had it not been for the fact that it was Birchwood of all places, the senior would’ve felt almost sorry for her. But alas, he was apathetic to her struggles, as he figured that she couldn’t have been that innocent if she was committed here. She could fend for herself.
Or, that’s what he had thought, anyway.
But, this belief was challenged when, in the midst of her walking, the girl had unknowingly bumped into the person in front of her, spilling the contents of her tray all over both herself and the unfortunate bystander in question. Granted, this was a rude thing to do, but he couldn’t help but let out a snort as he heard the loud clattering of dishes on the floor. He was never one to care for manners to begin with, and for the most part he had no qualms about taking amusement in the girl’s misfortune — really, how could he not laugh when she looked like a kindergartener that was on the verge of passing out from fear?
Well, there was also the fact that he was kind of a dick.
But, he digressed.
Even with this being said, however, Nick was far from heartless, and after wrapping up his own dinner quickly, he rose from his seat and approached the miserable girl. Without prompting, he bent down to help her, his fingers working nimbly to collect and stack the fallen dishes neatly on her tray. “Oh, man. You really made a mess, didn’t you?” he said with a chuckle. “I thought you were going to piss yourself there. Is this your first day or something?” Despite his apparent insensitivity, he maintained a light-hearted tone in an attempt to cheer her up, albeit admittedly he was going about it an odd way. Shrugging out of his gray hoodie, he extended it to her, his free hand reaching to pick up the tray of dishes from off the floor. “Here, take this. It’ll hide the stains for now. We can probably leave this mess for the janitor to deal with, so let’s get you cleaned up first.” [attr="class","turnmeonlyricssub2"] OUR THOUGHTS ARE SILENT, TRANSPARENT. ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM, ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM. I WANNA BREAK THE RULES WITH YOU.  [attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"] Scarlet Crossi got it done, and now i may die. ;v; [newclass=.turnmeonbase2]width:400px;background-color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonscript2]padding-top:25px;padding-bottom:25px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#ccc;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonlyricssub2]width:150px;padding-bottom:25px;text-align:left;font-family:questrial;font-size:9px;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;word-spacing:3px;margin-right:130px;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonnotes2]height:0px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#999;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonbase2:hover .turnmeonnotes2]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] |
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Post by Scarlet Cross on Aug 7, 2016 1:06:56 GMT
Scarlet wasn’t expecting anyone to help her. Really, it was surprising that the girl had even bent to pick up her mess anyway. Everything inside of her was demanding that she run. Though most people in the cafeteria had lost interest, she felt as though everyone was staring at her, laughing, making fun of her. Her head seemed to spin, and just as she was about to lose herself in paranoia and anxiety, someone squatted down next to her. The timid girl jumped a bit, squeaking. Bright blue eyes focused in on him, lips pressing together to suppress her reactions a bit. “O…oh…” She whispered, drawing her hands back quickly as he started to gather up her fallen items. His fingers were nimble, quickly gathering the mess, whereas her own fingers had been shaking failures. She swallowed as she came to realize that he had asked her a question. “Y-yeah… it is.” She muttered, her cheeks blushing scarlet. Was she really that obvious? Well, she supposed she had to be. After all, she had just poured her dinner all over someone. She felt guilty about it, but the person was already long gone. And she doubted apologizing would do much good. She just hoped she hadn’t ruined his clothes! Anxiety and guilt writhed her stomach, but were once again distracted by the boy who had stopped to help her. She blinked, somewhat surprised, as he held out his hoodie to her. Shaking fingers moved forward and grasped the fabric. Bright blue eyes blinked at him, confused. Her lips parted, and she almost asked him ‘why’, but in the end she thought better of it. That was just rude, wasn’t it? “Thank you…uh…” Well, at least she’d managed to speak without stuttering that time around. She pulled the hoodie around her shoulders. It was way too big for her, but it smelled nice and it was warm, at least. “I really appreciate it, you didn’t have to.” She rambled on a bit, moving to help grab the last dishes before finally shooting him a shaky smile. |
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Post by NICOLAS VUONG on Aug 7, 2016 18:57:34 GMT
[googlefont=Questrial] [attr="class","turnmeonbase2"] [attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]A low chuckle escaped his throat as he took the tray of dishes from her, brushing off any particles from his clothing before coming to a rise. Although this action was largely unnecessary, Nicolas couldn’t help but feel pity for the snow-haired girl — it was rough enough already being the new kid at school, but it was infinitely more difficult when the school happened to be Birchwood of all places. Rather than being an asshole and leaving her to fend for himself, he figured that he’d do her a favor instead and make her life a little easier. It was the least he could do, after all. “Hm, I figured as much,” the senior said, stifling a laugh and extending a hand to help her up. “You looked really lost there.” Violet eyes took in her flushed face, a gleeful smile finding its way to his lips as he suppressed another bout of laughter. “Not a bad sight, though,” he added, his words intentionally vague as he left the girl to ponder the meaning behind them. “Not bad at all.”
He was enjoying her embarrassment a little too much.
But, it was kind of cute he had to admit. Very cute. The eighteen-year-old took her rambling in stride, waiting patiently for her to finish before saying another word. “Don’t worry about it. I have a ton of them.” And by them, he meant jackets, of course. The good-for-nothing virtually lived in jackets, regardless of what season it was currently. “Seriously, no worries. I’ll just leave this on a table of something,” Nicolas continued. “Let’s wipe off as much food we can off of you first.” After turning to place the tray of dishes on a nearby table, he reached into the confines of his pocket to take out several napkins, all of which had been shoved into his pocket from his earlier dinner. The male offered several to her, amusement crossing his features as he took in her soiled appearance. While his hoodie did seem to cover whatever stains the food may have produced, he wasn’t too sure whether this was enough.
“On second thought, do you want me to take you to the girls’ restroom so you can clean up?” he inquired with a tilt of his head. “Of course, I can’t come in with you, but you’re probably going to want to wash up before doing anything else. I can’t imagine that you’d feel too great with dinner all over you and whatnot.”
“Unless you want me to come in with you?” He joked, his innocent expression a stark contrast to the implicit innuendo entwined within his words. “Your choice.” [attr="class","turnmeonlyricssub2"] OUR THOUGHTS ARE SILENT, TRANSPARENT. ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM, ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM. I WANNA BREAK THE RULES WITH YOU. [attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"] Scarlet Crossscarlet omg. it’s ok bb. nicky the loser is here to come to ur rescue ;v; <3 [newclass=.turnmeonbase2]width:400px;background-color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonscript2]padding-top:25px;padding-bottom:25px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#ccc;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonlyricssub2]width:150px;padding-bottom:25px;text-align:left;font-family:questrial;font-size:9px;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;word-spacing:3px;margin-right:130px;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonnotes2]height:0px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#999;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonbase2:hover .turnmeonnotes2]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] |
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Post by Scarlet Cross on Aug 8, 2016 3:53:57 GMT
As the boy who had stopped to help her stood up, Scarlet followed his lead. At the very least, the girl was able to stand up smoothly. It was surprising, really, that she hadn’t stumbled forward or otherwise embarrassed herself more. Her head tilted back to regard him, blue eyes watching his face with rapt attention as he spoke. However, his words seemed to leave a confused expression on her own. She blinked a couple of times. What wasn’t a bad sight? Her spilling her food all over a stranger? That was a bad sight though. She bit her lip a bit, but downright refused to argue with the boy who had just helped her. It was okay if he was a bit weird, she supposed. It never once occurred to the girl that she wasn’t a bad sight. Why would it? “I-If you’re sure?” She replied, tilting her head a bit. Her fingers gripped into the fabric of the hoodie. She really liked it a lot. It was a present? Or, no, she’d give it back of course… but for now it was and she really like it. She really liked feeling like he was taking care of her. Although Scarlet was paranoid in the best of times, the thought that he had been laughing at her moments before never occurred to her. He was helping her now, so they meant he had to be a good person. There were no further questions regarding this in Scarlet’s mind. “Oh… yeah… okay….” She took the napkins from his hands and then looked down at herself. She frowned. There was too much food for them to possibly wipe off, but she started to wipe her shirt down nonetheless. The napkins were quickly soiled and useless. She looked back up at him with a frown, her rabbit heard giving a couple of quick thumps. Would he be disappointed? Her breath hitched, however, the senior continued speaking as though he didn’t even notice. She grinned brightly at him, his implication soaring right over her head. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” She questioned, tilting her head a bit. “And I mean I wouldn’t mind you coming in but…” ‘I would be undressing.’ Scarlet’s lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened as a blush crept over her cheeks. He had known that though, hadn’t he? She swallowed and quickly dropped her gaze to his feet, unsure of how to continue. |
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Post by NICOLAS VUONG on Aug 15, 2016 3:58:09 GMT
[googlefont=Questrial] [attr="class","turnmeonbase2"] [attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]Nicolas watched as confusion clouded her features, and with a laugh, he instinctively reached out to ruffle her hair, the corner of his lips quirking upwards to form a smile as he did so. Although the senior had his doubts regarding the girl’s apparent naiveté, he was content with her reactions no matter whether they were genuine or contrived. “I’m kidding,” he explained with a chuckle. “I doubt that anyone likes having food spilled over themself.” Against his better judgment, the truant was tempted to further tease her by adding “unless you’re a masochist,” but fortunately for the girl, he refrained from doing so, as he was fairly certain that any more peculiar comments from him would send her running in the opposite direction. Despite whatever questionable motives he may have had, he really didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
He was an asshole, not a creep.
Taking notice of the way her slender fingers grasped the fabric of his hoodie, a contemplative expression crossed his face. “You can keep the it. I’ve been looking for a reason to buy more.” He paused momentarily before continuing. “It looks better on you anyway, uh…” The slothful teenager trailed off, unsure of how to refer to her. Nick briefly considered asking the girl for her name, but all things considered, it would’ve been more effort than it was worth, right? After this encounter, it was doubtful that they’d cross paths again; to begin with, he only went to help her on a whim. But, he wasn’t one to fuss over such trivial social formalities — whether they exchanged names was of no concern to him. For the time being, he’d refer to her as… Well, shit. He wasn’t entirely sure himself.
“Bunny.”
The word escaped his lips unwittingly, and with his mind temporarily distracted, Nicolas didn’t take notice of what he said. It wasn’t until the ivory-haired girl mumbled something that he diverted his attention back to her, just in the nick of time to see that the napkins were rendered virtually ineffective and that the girl was, from what he assumed, disappointed by her futile effort to clean herself up with said shoddy napkins — the thought that she was nervous for his reaction not once crossed his mind. “Ah, I can’t say I’m surprised,” the male said nonchalantly, shrugging as he extended a hand to take the soiled items. “Sorry about that. Still, I hope they were of at least some use,” he added before continuing.
“Oh?”
The senior wasn’t anticipating her response at all, and he cocked his head to the side in response to her answer, his eyes alight with amusement as his violet eyes took in her sudden change in disposition. Although somewhat perplexed, Nick took it all in stride, his voice still a steady, even calm as he replied to her. “Of course nooot,” he drawled. “Why would I mind? You’re not thinking of anything weird, are you?” He was teasing her now, though given her innocence, he doubted that she’d catch on. “But hmmm, I don’t think the teachers would be too keen on me going into the girls’ restroom.” He hummed thoughtfully before continuing. “But for a cute girl like you, I’ll risk it.”
“Well then, let’s get going, shall we?” [attr="class","turnmeonlyricssub2"] OUR THOUGHTS ARE SILENT, TRANSPARENT. ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM, ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM. I WANNA BREAK THE RULES WITH YOU. [attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"] Scarlet CrossOHOHOH, SCARLET, YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE BEAST. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) But on a more serious note, Nicky is v amused rn. LOL [newclass=.turnmeonbase2]width:400px;background-color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonscript2]padding-top:25px;padding-bottom:25px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#ccc;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonlyricssub2]width:150px;padding-bottom:25px;text-align:left;font-family:questrial;font-size:9px;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;word-spacing:3px;margin-right:130px;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonnotes2]height:0px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#999;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonbase2:hover .turnmeonnotes2]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] |
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Post by Scarlet Cross on Aug 21, 2016 3:25:13 GMT
Even though the boy didn’t want to make Scarlet uncomfortable, that was exactly what he happened to be doing in that moment. The actions probably wouldn’t have made most people uncomfortable. And honestly, Scarlet wasn’t entirely sure if that was the correct word to describe what she was feeling. Her heart was fluttering against her ribcage like a desperate bird, and though her breathing was forcibly even, it was all she could do to keep it that way. In fact, as the older boy reached out to ruffle her hair, she felt her breath catch. His fingers mussed in her hair and then fell away, and she felt the urge to raise her hand to touch where his had just been. Her fingers twitched, and had they not already been wrapped up in his hoodie, she might have done it. However, she somehow managed to stop herself long enough to think. ‘That would be weird, wouldn’t it…’It would. For sure. Though she managed to quiet that particular reaction, the giggle that fell from her lips, and the subsequent grin she flashed up at him weren’t quite as easy to stop. As soon as she realized what she’d done, however, one of her hands did raise to cover her mouth as she looked away. Still, her gaze was brought back to him seconds later when he started speaking again. She blinked a bit, clear confusion on her features. Why could she have it? Scarlet wasn’t exactly someone who had received many gifts in her life. Before she could contemplate the gift more, however, he was addressing her. Or. She assumed it was her. “B-Bunny?” She managed to squeak out. Why Bunny? He was calling her Bunny? Once again, the girl giggled, and once again, her hand rose to cover her mouth as she laughed. “That’s silly.” She whispered. But she liked it, didn’t she? That had to be obvious with the way she was giggling and blushing. However, as the conversation shifted to him accompanying her to (and into???) the bathroom, her disposition changed a bit. The easy grins and giggles melted away as a blush burned up her face. She swallowed, unsure of how to continue the conversation. She didn’t want him to come in the bathroom. Well. She supposed she could go in a stall and he wouldn’t be able to see her but…. “But for a cute girl like you, I’ll risk it.”Her thoughts halted like screeching brakes. “C-c-c-cute?” The girl stared at him like a dear (or rabbit) in headlights, her lips parting slightly as her mouth opened. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing or what was happening in general, really. She stood rooted to the spot, only lowering he gaze when he suggested they start walking. She made a small, quick gesture for him to take the lead. |
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