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Post by dels on Sept 5, 2007 20:51:49 GMT -7
Delilah sat down and slid her tray further into the center of the table, then looked around. She seemed to be one of the first seated in the cefeteria. She was seated at a lower table by herself, watching students flood into the lunchroom and into the line, or to meet their friends. Her table looking especially empty. Delilah wore a white qruochet dress with a white dress underneath, it fell to her thighs. It was a halter top with a large wooden bead conecting the halter to the top. It was fitted to her body and, even though white made most people look larger, it didn't on her. Either that or she was anorexic. Underneath she wore paint covered, holy pants. Dels had black and white thigh high socks showing through the holes in her pants, two large holes being held together by safety pins from the knees to the bottom. She wore black and white heels. A buret was a necessity for this outfit, ofcourse. Then a large, black man(not the race, it's a button-up shirt for guys. XP) shirt, also covered in paint, was worn over this. Her slender finger curled a wavey strand of dark hair as her eyes searched for someone she recognized. She found people she recognized but knew they wouldn't be sitting with her, she was really looking for one in particular, her cousin Oz. Not finding him she looked down at her food, mac 'n cheese. Boring, blah food. Food you could get anywhere. With a sigh she slid it even further away from her to where it was on the other side of the table completely. Her next motion was to pluck the single yellow dais from behind her ear and place it in the middle of the table, as if this made the table more desirable. She looked around to see if it had worked. No one came rushing to her table so, out of her large black purse came a journal and pen, after much searching, of course. Then she began writing, probably a song, knowing her. It began, This is how it works It feels a little worse Then when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowd [/i] It sounded like nonsense, but to Delilah it was a new song. She loved new songs. Her pen scratched at the paper, continuing, While laughing up a storm Until we were just bone... [/i] She bit the end of her pen and looked at her paper with a complexed look on her face...what next? (ANYONE JOIN! Oh, and the song she's writing is 'On The Radio' by Regina Spektor, who is Delilah's voice. All of her songs are also Del's, to me. ^_^)
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Post by Ryan Evans on Sept 10, 2007 21:33:07 GMT -7
((does this take place the day after Gwen and Ry go dancing?))
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Post by Xander Donova (Scott) on Sept 12, 2007 19:53:22 GMT -7
Ah, the lunchroom, a place to talk, to do homework but mostly to eat. Xander Donova loved this part about the lunchroom, being a boy and all, he did enjoy eating. He found a place in line and got his tray of the food today...which was mac and cheese and hot dogs. He grabbed a fruit punch Gatorade and looked around for a table.
He saw a girl sitting at a table with a yellow flower in the middle. Now normally Xander would just head straight for his normal table with all the skater folk but, today he was bored with the same old, same old. He wanted Sharpay to notice him and one way to do that was to tick her off. Sitting at a different table would usually do that...of course, most likely she wouldn't notice anyway, being so self-absorbed and all. 'Why would I want her to notice me anyway?!' he thought, Xander realized after much deduction that the only other explanation was that he just wanted to tick her off. He liked that scenario, he decide to stick with it.
He walked over and sat down in the seat across from her, "Hey," he set down his backpack on the floor, "Xander Donova." He smiled. Well, another reason was this girl looked nice and she also looked like a girl he could be friends with. Not sure how he could tell that but, he could.
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Post by dels on Oct 6, 2007 2:58:13 GMT -7
Delilah looked up, surprise flitting across her face when she heard someone saying 'hey'. She looked around, temporarily dazed by his friendliness...had he been speaking to her? When her eyes hadn't rested on what his friendliness had been directed to she looked back at him, seemingly expectant.
While he took his seat Delilah grabbed her lunch tray and slid it from his path, finally accepting that he wasn't just an enmity. She suddenly felt very at ease with the boy, the way he took charge and sat right down, stating his name bluntly. She liked that. It was very similar to what she was known for doing. Being blunt, that is.
Delilah smiled lightly and stuck her hand across the table, all business. "Delilah Jones. Pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Xander Donova (Scott) on Oct 10, 2007 9:15:11 GMT -7
"Hey there Delilah...heh, great name." Xander said with a grin. He liked this girl already and they had only just met. He gestured to the yellow flower in the middle of the table, "Your flower drew me to the table." As he opened up his Gatorade he struck up a conversation, "So, new I presume?" The skater guys sat down at there table but, they really hadn't noticed that Xander was missing. They were too busy talking about Tony Hawk and awesome shreds...stuff like that. Xander did like to talk about more then skating, so he was happy to get away from the stereo typical 'skater boy' talk. ((lol, I feel so in character typing this in the library Of course, Giles would never have a computer in the library ^^...maybe if Jenny asked him he would ((Buffy references))
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Post by dels on Oct 11, 2007 11:01:03 GMT -7
Delilah appreciated that he liked her name, she liked his as well, unusual as it was, yet she could never figure out how to respond to someone complimenting your name. After all, you hadn't named youself, you shouldn't be taking credit. So she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Her eyes fell onto the flower Xander had mentioned. "Thought it might." She shrugged again, a trait she shared with her cousin. Delilah picked up the flower and stuck it behind her ear again, now that it had served its purpose. When he asked if she was new Delilah grinned and shook her head slowly, fiddling with her vitamin water. "No, I've been going here since frosh year."
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Post by Xander Donova (Scott) on Oct 23, 2007 21:57:03 GMT -7
"Wow, guess I'm the new one then." Xander responded. "I've been here a few weeks...maybe a month," he put a hand to his chin, "when your in school you kinda loose track of the time and the days...a lot like prison." He nodded his head, agreeing with himself. He looked down at his Mac and cheese. Taking his hot dog on a separate plate he cut it into pieces. He then mixed it with his mac and cheese. It simply gave it more flavor.
((lol, I was a bit brain dead -_-'))
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Post by dels on Oct 24, 2007 15:11:40 GMT -7
Delilah nodded, "That you would be." She pointed with her index finger as she lifted her milk to her lips and took a drink. She instanlty stopped her drink when he mentioned prison, surprised but delighteb by the comparison. She really was warming to Xander. She set the milk down and grinned.
"I suppose so, though I've never thought of that before..the food certainly seems similar." She prodded her mac n' cheese. Delilah was surprised she hadn't thought of school being like prison before. It sounded like something she would think. "So, if we're the prisoners in this scenerio, then the teachers would be...what? The inquisitors?"
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Post by Xander Donova (Scott) on Nov 13, 2007 23:42:48 GMT -7
"Yeah. Prison gards...cops...inquestitors. You get the picture." Xander said nodding his head. "Oh and If you do something out of line, you are tortured." Xander gestured with his hands as if this fact was blatantly obvious. He smiled and picked up his Gatorade to take another drink.
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Post by dels on Jan 2, 2008 16:31:05 GMT -7
Delilah chuckled lightly, feeling much better than before. She would deny it if asked, she didn't think she needed people or friends, but she did. Delilah had so much to learn.
"So, I'm gonna guess that you're a...skater?" She hated the sterio types but it was nice to know what he was into, though he seemed much more witty than most skater-types.
(Writers-block, sorry!)
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Post by Xander Donova (Scott) on Jan 3, 2008 21:32:20 GMT -7
"Very good guess, yes, I am. Although I kinda like to do my own thing, hang with whoever." Xander replied. "You seem like the witty type, yet I'm detecting some artistic creativity." He tapped his lips, then shrugged, "I'm stumped, but, I will say, I believe you are a girl." He teased her.
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Post by dels on Jan 3, 2008 22:56:40 GMT -7
Delilah laughed at his catagory for her, she had to admit, the guys was funny. "I'd say that's pretty dead on. I am exactly that." Dels said with an amused smile in place. "I don't like labels but I guess you could call me a music/artsie kind of.." She paused and her smile broadenned. "Girl.."
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Post by Xander Donova (Scott) on Jan 5, 2008 22:09:57 GMT -7
"Cool." Xander replied. She was really nice, he liked her. She seemed fun to hang out with. "So, better start eating this processed food before the prison bell rings." He said, looking at the clock and picking up his fork.
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Post by dels on Jan 7, 2008 20:31:44 GMT -7
"Uck, I'd rather be executed." Delilah said cynically as she sat back in her chair, a 'grossed-out' face in place. Delilah wasn't that hungry anyways, so she could wait 'till after scool. That was only three hours away.
Suddenly the bell rang. Delilah stood up, grabbed her stuff and the tray to dump the food in the trash and smiled at Xander. "I'll see you around, Xan Man." The nickname seemed to fit so perfectly. She then walked away, dumping her food on her way out.
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