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Post by Alexia Ciannor on Aug 12, 2016 22:31:32 GMT
The cafeteria was usually a hub of energy and noise, where the sound of laughter and conversation would normally permeate the air. Usually it was a place of grand theatrics world shattering dramatics and gossip that would make people cry, usually anyway, this moment however the Cafeteria was in a bit of a lull. Silence had taken over the usually lively room with only a handful of people there, numbering four in totally, excluding the staff which added three more to the total. There wasn’t a whole lot of conversation going on, two people were just hanging out, one was eating a snack and then there was Alexia who sat with her laptop open, eating from a rather large bag of potato chips. School classes had ended recently, but the café was open all day for students to come and go at their leisure. The young woman named Alexia was clicking away at her computer, her glasses reflected the light from her screen a mirror image of what she was looking at. With a gaze intently fixed on the screen she was scarcely aware of the world going on around her she was typing away at a storm hitting nearly record numbers of words per minute on the poor laptop. It was less than six months old, but already the lettering from the keyboard had begun to erode under her relentless assault as she hammered away at it. What exactly was she typing with such intent that a bomb could go off and she’d not know, well why of course it was telling someone why their opinion was wrong on the internet. What else could she be doing, hacking into the government in order to expose a conspiracy of the most sinister of natures? No, this was far more i It was a website devoted to music, it was supposed to be an all encompassing site but she found most of the users deplorable. They talked about that obnoxious noise of synthetic music like it was some sort of art, there was not heart to that sort of crap and she had to explain to them why they were wrong. People didn’t like to hear why they were wrong so of course they resisted her superior opinion, attacking her or just making up silly excuses like she was closed minded. Its not being closed minded if it just outright sucks, it was ignoring crappy things like bad music. Just the other night she’d gotten into a rather heated internet fight with some tool. He’d started to get on her nerves to the point she’d hacked his device and dumped all of his private photo’s on facebook, imgur, imgbox, twitter, Instagram, tumblr, and even myspace, although no one actually used myspace anymore. It hadn’t been difficult, and the guy had deserved it for trying to troll her, well you couldn’t troll Alexia without serious repercussions, she was amused to think of the distress of having all of your photo’s and texts uploaded in a massive dump to the world wide web. Sucks to be him, hopefully he suffered for it. dean vegas [[Hey Auto sorry, not the best post on my part things have been chaotic the last few days I’m about to go away to my sisters wedding for two weeks trying to get everything done. I’m sorry take your time replying to this I’ll be a little slow until the 27-28 when I come back, although I may still reply if I get a chance!]] |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 16, 2016 18:53:56 GMT
▲ "aw c'mon! can't ya do somethin' about it?" dean whined with a loud huff as he practically hung from his friend's shoulders. "not with you hanging off of me, i can't," the friend replied with a groan, attempting to pull himself out of the ginger's clutch. it didn't seem to actually work however, and he wrinkled his nose with a groan when he felt a plate being placed on his person, "did you just put a damn burger on my head, you li'l-""naw, why would i ever do that?" blinkingly, dean picked up his very-early supper again and took a bite, still draped over his classmate from the back, "but for real, will ya fix my laptop? it suddenly doesn't do shit anymore.""ah huh, and suddenly everyone and their mother's pictures are online." the friend rolled his eyes, finally able to pry himself away while dean was stuffing his face. but of course, the senior only blinked stupidly with widened eyes. "everyone and their mother?" he stared, gulping down his mouthful but then shook his head with a laugh, "well, definitely not my mom's pics. i mean, even i haven't met her before, heh!"there was a brief moment of silence as his friend stared at him with half-lidded eyes, "i was being sarcastic, dumbass.""oh yeah?" dean questioned absent-mindedly, his focus more or less on the food even though his gaze remained wandering across the half-vacant cafeteria; looking for other friends to bother, as per usual. "what were ya bein' sarcastic about?" another moment's silence came from his side, which eventually caused dean to blink over to the empty space the friend had previously occupied. "wow, what an asshole ditcher jerk!" he complained though with a quick shrug, looked away again. that was when he noticed a somewhat unnoticeable girl, currently on her own computer; not exactly the rarest of sights (no pun intended) since some students did prefer to work in the cafeteria. however, what actually made her stand out to dean was the particular site she was currently looking at: a music site that dean himself frequented which, coincidentally, also happened to be where he had gone into war with some girl recently. while he wasn't usually the type to purposely pick fights with others, this girl in particular had been giving him so much cyber-attention that he kind of just... had to continue. not only that, it had gotten to that point where he would track her down on any platform available so he could harass her there as well. sure, it was probably borderline criminal (hell, it was as it was probably 'cyberbullying'), but it's not like dean vegas didn't attend a school for problematic teens. curiously, the ginger stuffed the rest of his burger into his mouth as he hunched over slightly beside the girl, "yoo, what'cha lookin' at?" he asked, casually pulling a chair close to the 'stranger' so he could settle down beside her, "yer on that site too? what's your username? i'll add ya! i didn't know there's people here that use it!" well, not that he actively went around asking about it. in fact, he wasn't even that enthusiastic about music or this particular site in general. it's just that he had the tendency to register for an account on any site he came across, "dean vegas, by the way! but you can call me whatever ya want. what kinda music are you into?" at this, he reached into the girl's bag of chips and grabbed a handful. his gaze, however, remained fixed on her as he awaited her response. Alexia Ciannor ● 632 ● don't even sweat it!!! have fun at the wedding & congrats to your sister ahhh MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Alexia Ciannor on Aug 30, 2016 3:07:05 GMT
Alexia hadn’t been paying nearly enough attention to see Dean coming, she was lost in her own little world that was far removed and far better from the current one. Her fingers moved on muscle memory alone, she didn’t need to look down at the keys, or even think about the location of her fingers. The image on the screen reflected in her large glasses, obscuring her eyes, for all purposes she had been long lost to the net, that is until someone leaned in and spoke up next to her. The young girl yelped as her heart practically exploded into a screaming ball of panic, pounding inside of her chest the guy was already pulling up next to her. Who the hell was this, what did he want, why was he talking to her. Never mind that Dean was in fact saying his intent out loud. With a face that had turned a deep red color, she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, looking at him directly would send another panicked flash of anxiety through the poor girl. She struggled not to fidget in her seat, as the words came out in a tumbly shaky manner, quietly wishing this guy spoke so casually he would be oblivious to her wish that he would be set aflame this moment. ”O-o-oh y-y-yeah it’s- uhm…” Online her internet handle had always been some sort of badass thing in her own mind but as she said it out loud she wished death would claim her there. A shock of 0.1 – 0.2 mAmp’s was enough to kill a person, by her estimation the laptop she used had a 5 amp current running through it at any moment, even with the resistance factor that was more than enough to kill a person. It was all about placement, the human body is made mostly of water and waters conductivity is mostly due to the inorganic ionic compounds derived from salts, which which… agh dammit why was he so close. ”K-krazyM-metalh-head (Stutter there lmao) “ Her face couldn’t stop turning a deeper red, she was so red now that her face might classify as a tomato. Oooh why couldn’t this guy just die. ”I’m…A….Alex….ixa” She mumbled, wanting to die so very badly, someone needed to die. She didn’t even care if it was one of the cafeteria workers, someone needed to die for her to get out of this situation, but alas no one did. “uhm… I l-like… uhm thrash metal and heavy metal….” Looking at this guy it was very likely that he was into some normal person trendy crap. Her mouth dropped open when he reached in and just started eating her chips! What in the flying computerized digitial era of information- fuck was he doing eating her dam chips! She stared, utterly appalled by this sight, DID HE KNOW HOW MANY GERMS A HUMAN HAND CONTAINED 332000!!! ON A NORMAL HAND THIS GUYS WAS PROBABLY TRIPLE THAT! dean vegas |
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Post by dean vegas on Sept 2, 2016 4:54:13 GMT
▲ staring at the girl's flushed face, a laughter began to gurgle in his throat, "man, if y'were a ginger like me you'd prolly look like a red silhouette from far away," said dean in clear amusement, watching with curiosity as the girl stuttered, "shouldn't you be more careful? 'cause y'might end up without a tongue." a few blinks later, he decided to explain his observation (read: joke), "since, yanno, you might accidentally bite it off and stuff. don't do that though! i'm pree sure ya need it to makeout with someone."did it even matter? not really. but, dean was always just making casual conversation anyway. people probably didn't even know what he was getting at most of the time in all actuality. a pointer finger extended, and he was about to send a playful 'boop' to the tip of her nose when she finally stuttered out what was probably her username. "kuh-krazymeh-metalheh-head?" he repeated, "how do y'spell that?" he offered another set of blinks, but then frowned, "is it 'crazy' with a k or 'crazy' with a c?" without waiting for an answer just yet, he suddenly leaned a lot closer so he could actually peer at her computer, "'cause it sounds super familiar actually! like, there was this-"the rest of his words never left his mouth as the girl proceeded to introduce herself. still stuttering, of course, "yer not very good at this whole talking thing, huh?" dean offered though it wasn't exactly a question. well, maybe a rhetorical one at most. nonetheless, when she finally told him the music genres she liked, something seemed to have clicked inside the ginger's head. he stared at her, eyes slightly widened. one of the chips in his handful fell out of his grip, but dean quickly snatched it up with his teeth before it could even hit the table. as he chewed, his gaze snapped back to the younger girl, his upper body leaning forward even more so he could stare right into her eyes, "so it was you! it's 'crazy' with a k, right?" quickly, he sent the last two potato chips into his mouth, crushed them quickly with his teeth. with the same chip-holding hand, he pointed a finger at his own face and laughed, "it's me: swithaline. yanno, that guy you were bitchin' at?" nevermind that he was the one that was provoked her first. or was he? he couldn't quite remember but, it's definitely true that he'd tracked her down outside of the one particular site so he could pick more fights. with a grin, dean's free hand reached forward and made a grab for alexia's jaw, just so he could possibly turn her face left and right in order to inspect it, "heh! so this is what y'look like! wow, what an absolute honour, i'm like, yer biggest fan and all. minus yer shitty music taste anyway." or lack thereof. who actually liked metal, anyway? well, maybe it had something to do with the fact that he could hardly understand what was being sung most of the time. he snickered, and finally retrieved his hand, "but it's been fun, huh? we should hangout some time. especially when y'have chips with you." at this, he casually reached into her chip bag again. though he never forgot to dig out his cellphone with his other hand either, "what's yer number? text it to me, m'kay? mine's 567-3690."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Alexia Ciannor on Sept 14, 2016 7:04:21 GMT
Alexia didn’t know what to make of this guy, his words and mannerisms made so little sense it was like a math equation without numbers, letters or any rudimentary pattern to form a baseline from. The only thing Dean would get from his illogical babbling was a few blinks of disbelief from the young woman as she tried to comprehend his words, she wasn’t a ginger so being a red silhouette wasn’t possible, not was it at all likely that through the simple manner of speaking she would bite off her own tongue. In fact, most people could only extend a third of their tongue into biting range and you’d only be able to expend roughly 8kg of force on the muscle, so in order to properly sever the tongue she’d need some assistance of outside force on her jaw. She googled it once, but she wasn’t able to stay it out loud before this guy had already moved onto another tangent. It was nearly impossibly to get a word in while Dean was speaking she as absolutely pushed to the side and the poor girl was forced to listen as Dean talked AT her. When he commented about her ability to speak Alexia opened her mouth and started to speak ”I’ll have you know th-“ her snatched a chip out of the air with his teeth, that was both gross and sadly-kinda neat. However, there was no way in the infinity that was forever would Alexia be willing to admit, also he was staring at her again, why was he staring, uwahha! The color only just starting to fade returned with a vengeance filling up the young lady’s face until she felt like her nose could bleed. Shock robbed her ability to realize that this guy had eaten all of her junk food, which was before he realized who she was. The moment his user name came out of the annoying guys mouth Alexia felt dread wash over her, this could be bad, this could be very bad. She had done everything possible to mess with this guy, her eyes flicked to the other people in the room, if he wanted to get violent surely someone would step up, probably, maybe. Oh she really hoped someone would help because he was directly between her and the exit door, and smashing him over the head with a laptop was an expensive thing, rather her face than her beloved computer. Yet that scenario was not going to happen, Dean’s reaction was needless to say surprising. Her mouth was gape as the guy put his hand[/b] on her face, what in the undernet was that?! A soft yet high pitched ‘ahhhhhh’ leaving her throat. Dude no one touched her ever this was one of those moments in an anime her eyes would get all swirly and dizzy. ”I-I … what? Are you? Ah! W-well I mean uhm ah thank you…” bumbling her way to a thanks she didn’t miss a chance to say. Hey…my music isn’t s-some crappy t-trendy superficial shit like the stuff y-you like” Wait why did he want to hang out, chips? That was so illogical there were better ways to get snack foods that didn’t involve her. ”Uhm…o-okay I guess” She chewed her lower lip as she pulled out her phone, outside a simple no name generic phone, on the inside a totally customized powerhouse with homebrew OS, not that she expected him to appreciate the art of it. “I…uhm…okay..” with trembling fingers she sent her number to this Dean guy, this was not how she had ever imagined the first time swapping numbers with someone. ”but….w-why would you even want to? Did Dean want something from her? Alexia just didn’t get it. dean vegassorry for the delay ! Super bad of me D: |
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