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Post by Jake on Mar 19, 2015 14:07:36 GMT -6
Heading over to the counter Jake went and put an order in for three pizza's with half of a few favorites among them glad he had earned a few extra from his parent's in honesty he also wanted to forget the one fact that became a reality for him. He had to disappoint Tom. Tom who had gotten on the basketball team and is now on the college team and is a favorite of many. He was naturally talented for it. So everyone expected that same talent from Jake, except he personally didn't really care about it. He got lost in thought for a moment, it's not like he can hide it from Tom, he will probably hear from someone who's sibling goes to the school ~Your little bro didn't make the cut too bad.~ Snapping out of thought he blinked, yeah right like that would happen. Heading back to the table he noticed Marco going on in his usual way, noticing the girls he walked past them and sat down after hearing Cassie's comment about the mall. "So what did I miss? The Mall...I guess hey Marco do you have any quarters? " The girls may end dragging them around to see girl stuff, so might as well see about the arcade. Luckily they where waiting on Pizza still , the server came out and put a pitcher of water and a pitcher of soda down and glasses .. Eyes looking up a moment to see a perky cheer in a sweet heart shaped face with hazel eyes and a crown of deep red hair pulled back into a pony tail, and of course like any guy shying his eyes away a moment before Rachel or Cassie notice, the name tag on her shirt said Lacey which sounded cute and oddly distracting her voice came out chipper and girl next door sweet. " Your pizza will be out soon thank's for your patience if you need anything let me know. " Waiting a few minutes to see if they had any other orders from them. The corner of his eye caught Cassie and inside he felt that Cassie was way prettier and nicer.
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Post by Tobias on Mar 25, 2015 21:06:13 GMT -6
Tobias grinned, thankful for Rachel's support. Marco sure did seem to like to brag, didn't he? "I had to be," he responded drily. "I really did not want to lose that bet." And nevertheless, he had been quite gracious about it when Rachel won...but it left no mistake that there was a definite competitive side to her. The nickname Marco had given her was starting to make sense. He slid into the booth next to her and nodded distractedly to the waitress as blue eyes flicked over to Cassie. Tobias was good at reading people. He caught the urgency in her tone and frowned, but shrugged it off thinking it was just another sale, one of those things girls tended to go gaga over that guys just didn't understand. He also avoided the gaze of the girls who had been laughing at Marco, realizing that now some of them were laughing at him, too.
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Post by Collin on Apr 1, 2015 12:52:30 GMT -6
Change is a difficult thing to get used to. But sometimes, change can be good. A contradicting force of both the positive and the negative. But wasn’t everything that way? Collin had what most people did not—he had a tutor, he had home schooling. He didn’t have to worry about getting to the bus at eight in the morning, or being teased, or—egads—physical education. In a body that he could only use two hours at a time, it was difficult to get these things. But they always say that absence made the heart grow fonder.
Which was why he had sought to—like any normal teen would be forced to—go to high school. He had only just begun his foray. He was about a couple of weeks in. The course-load was almost overwhelming. He did nothing extracurricular. He was in special education, and his quirks easily passed him off as autistic. High-functioning, for sure, but autistic people generally had difficulty speaking. For Forlin, it was because not only did he enjoy the sound of words, but he was geared more towards talking by thought. It was something he had had to work on.
And the bathroom breaks, that too had an explanation. As well, his mother was an AP English teacher at the school; if he needed her, he could call on her easily. She was how he got to school; he didn’t have to take the horrible bus. And she could get him into the teacher’s one-person bathroom so that he could return to his own form, rest a moment, and then shift back to human. It was always a godsend when he could find such a bathroom; good thing Pizza Overlord had those, too. He had reset the clock on his shifting, so that he wouldn’t get stuck. It was one of the few things he’d retained of his alien memory, and he was relieved he knew of it. And the fan would cover up those disgusting sloshing and snapping noises.
Collin was very good at passing for a human. But there was one irresistible thing. “One medium pizza,” he said. He was in line, followed by a dark-haired male. “Small box of Chicken Poppers, and some breadsticks. Oh, and a soda.” Food.
The man gave him a look-over. “What would you like on your pizza?”
“Anchovies, onions, Canadian bacon, bell peppers, tomatoes, spinach, and sausage. Lots of saw-sidge. Sawwwwsidge.”
“Heard ya the first time, kid. Alright…that’ll be twenty-one-twenty-three.”
Collin handed him three ones. “Keep the change. Tip, after all.” It was pretty cliched, he realised, but—despite his family’s fortune and his sizable allowance, Collin preferred the simple things. ‘The Bare Necessities,’ as the Disney movie put it. They were the things that made him feel normal and have fun. Sometimes he could pretend he was someone else. But he couldn’t resist the large portions. And leaving large tips. He’d always been told servers weren’t paid much. And so he was glad to make their day. That, and those fancy restaurants? They weren’t as good as people made them up to be. It was all a gimmick. Oh, and they had tinier portions—a major selling point for him being serving size.
“Why…thank you,” the man said, taken aback.
“Awwwyeah, leftovers for sure,” Collin added. Hopefully there would be leftovers. He might explode otherwise, and nobody wanted. The only thing that would make Pizza Overlord better, he realised as he accepted the red cup and the receipt, was if it was a buffet; like Village Inn Pizza, or CiCi’s.
But at least he could get a sampling of sodas. Mountain Dew, Cherry Crush, Coca-Cola Classic, Doctor Pepper (He said as he poured it in, “Trust me, I’m a doctor,” then laughed), Barq’s Root Bear, Sprite, and everything else they had—as long as it fit in his cup. People called this a ‘suicide’, didn’t they? At least, back in the nineties, they did. He could hear the laughing of girls as he did their thing, though their attention was on someone else. He was probably too ‘nerdy’ to catch their eyes. Not to mention the fact that a girl probably wouldn’t want to snog a guy whose true form was out of this world—a four-eyed, blue-and-tan-furred, centaur-like, no-mouthed alien with a scythe blade.
Well, there were some that would. There were Garrus fangirls, after all. And Ka’Dargo, Dukat, Spock, etc. Though Collin had more of a crush on Pilot from Farscape. And hey, he liked his four eyes. As it was, he had to keep looking behind him, despite having done the human form for years.
Collin grabbed a straw, mixed the sodas together with him, and took a sip. “Yum,” he remarked. “Much syooogar.” He made his way to a table, setting his bag down into the seat beside him. He shoved his MP3 player into his backpack. This time? He wanted to listen to the indigenous species, and emulate them. The ambient dialogue. Did that make him a protagonist, and the other people NPCs? Dear Maker, he hoped not! He’d rather be in the background, himself. But I suppose we’re all protagonists of our own, he thought. Not that I’m a hero of anything. Though his life would make for a compelling story nonetheless.
He glanced across his table at the gathered group of teens, people who seemed to be from Hedgeview if he could hazard a guess. He snorted into his soda at the mention of girls and toilet paper. But he had to admit, the one called Marco; he sounded amusing. Why wouldn’t a girl go for that wit? He snrugged mentally. Could be they were laughing at him too. He was a quirky little nerd. He started to fiddle with his new iPhone as he continued listening in. Then he noticed something catching his eye. Something that made him wonder.
Because he wasn’t just tired from all the morphing. He had been having dreams.
“Nah…just a meteor shower,” he mumbled. “Meteor. Meeeeee-teee-yor.” That was a fun word.
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Post by Marco on Apr 7, 2015 21:07:24 GMT -6
"You want to go to the mall?" He stopped his flurry of "I'm-so-freaking-awesome" chatter to whip his head around at Cassie, who'd uttered a few words strung together just now that Marco never thought would come out of her mouth. "The Overlord aliens have taken over her brain," he hypothesized, not caring at all that he was the first person to reach for a slice when the pie came around. "They'd have to for me to give any weight to her toilet paper theory." Eyebrows lifted incredulously as his eyes snapped to Rachel's oh-so-photogenic face in the wake of her girlish little taunt. "They're just appreciating a little thing called sex appeal, Rachel. If you had any shred of taste, you'd be batting your eyelashes at me too. As it is, I think you're in - hold up, String Bean, what's that river in Egypt? De Nile? Yeah, sounds about right." Cue the dimpled grin. Lights, camera, gorgeous!
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Post by Rachel on Apr 8, 2015 7:35:12 GMT -6
She couldn’t help the almost embarrassed grin that curled her lips at Tobias’ comment about the bet as he slid across the seat next to her. Yea, about that. It would seem that she had gotten rather...loud about the whole ordeal, when she won. Not once did she shove that in his face, however, the idea of winning anything (even a silly video game) just got her going. Rachel couldn’t help the feeling that he hadn’t tried hard enough, though. Either that, or he just really sucked at games...but that would be her little secret to keep. About ready to reach passed Tobias to smack a hand over Marco’s mouth to shut him up, he already had; just a second sooner before Rachel was staring at her bestie with a new quizzical expression. Had she heard that correctly? Cassie wanted to go to the mall?
Bright eyes blinked, but Marco’s annoyingly, rambling voice kept her from wondering if this meant Cassie was allowing her to pick out some clothes for her. Gritting her teeth, she slowly looked back to him. “Have you looked at them, Tut?” she asked, her voice purposely louder than usual. Perhaps she was hoping those girls would hear and just shut the hell up already. “It’s like they’re trying to hide something under all that makeup. And don’t even get me started on the color coordination…” Nonchalantly, she reached for a piece of pizza, pausing before taking a bite to look sidelong at Mr. Confidence. “You can call it what you like...but that, my friend, is called desperation. You’re an easy target.” Damn this pizza was good.
For the briefest of moments, Rachel looked sidelong to a kid sitting at one of the other tables nearby...talking to himself?
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Post by Tobias on Apr 8, 2015 16:07:31 GMT -6
...rather loud, sure. His ears had been ringing for two days from her girlish victory shrieks, not that he'd ever complained. And maybe he'd thrown the game, but guys who might want to hang out with a girl more than once - a competitive girl, at that - could perhaps let the desire to win take a backseat to the desire for her company. Tobias couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Marco who, if his bragging made any good indication, did not seem prepared to lose at anything for a girl - no matter how much he sought to be in their company. His lips twitched in a slight smile at this revelation before he let his gaze drift from Marco back to Rachel. His brow creased slightly as he took note of her catty remarks, turning (not as subtly as he should have) toward the table of girls that she called "desperate." Were they trying too hard? He wouldn't know, as girls like that tended to avoid him like the plague. To date, Rachel herself was the only one who'd condescend to talk to him. The girls appeared to be engrossed in some conversation or other, until one of them saw him looking and gave him a disgusted once-over. Tobias quickly looked away, feeling the blush creep all the way down to his neck before he could stop it. This quick attempt to divert his embarrassment resulted in his line of vision matching Rachel's as she looked quizzically over at another kid, who looked to be about their age, sitting alone at a table. Tobias was fidgety, all of a sudden. Blame it on the girl who'd made him feel uncomfortable, as if he'd been staring a second too long. As if she was all too used to dorks like him admiring her and he didn't have a shot in hell. Not that he actually wanted one. Still, it was always unsettling to be looked at like a flaming bag on a doorstep. He found himself moving, sidling out of the booth. His legs seemed to carry him to the other kid's table on their own, and he didn't know why. Seriously. He'd been about to step outside for a smoke to settle his nerves, not exacerbate them by talking to strange people. But...Tobias was strange people, and it kind of sucked to sit at a table in a pizza parlor all by yourself. Yeah, he'd tell you how he knew if you asked, but he wouldn't really want to. So, he found his feet carrying him over to the kid, just as the waitress was bringing him a totally massive order on one of those three-legged stands. "Hey, I saw you were sitting by yourself so..." Tobias paused, sizing up all that food. "...um, are you waiting for some people? I'm sorry, I just thought maybe you wouldn't want to..." He lapsed off into uncomfortable silence, weirded out by the flat sound of his own invitation as it settled, incomplete, like a weight in the air. Damn. And all I wanted was a cigarette...
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Post by Collin on Apr 9, 2015 12:16:33 GMT -6
Setting down his phone, Collin turned his gaze to the giggling mass of females. The noises they made were utterly obnoxious. But it was a pizza restaurant, and they were preferably to screaming children. Humans, in their natural environment, he mused to himself, taking a bread-stick and shoving it into his mouth, chewing thoroughly. Then he corrected himself: High school students. Like me. But not like me. They were too scantily-clad, too made up, to be like Collin. For one, Collin didn’t wear makeup. And he didn’t even like wearing shorts; pants all the way. Nevertheless, he wanted to study them, wanted to analyze them so that maybe one day he could understand their intricacies and at least seek to emulate that. He glanced to the other table, noting the aesthetically pleasing waitress and how the boy shied away quickly from her. Why was it so awkward for people of the opposite sex? He never truly came to understand it. Were there impulses that—in the form of a human—he did not have? Or was it merely a quirk of this tall boy’s personality?
And the sharply-dressed blonde was right. They were trying. Way. Too. Hard. Could he successfully charm a girl? Or fail trying? Or was it simply a waste of time that could be expended in other ways? Like…reading the dictionary over again, as he did when he was younger and very bored. Maybe this was just like that; an attempt at easing boredom. Not that he’d waste it on the dolled-up model wannabes.
So instead, he just sat there, nibbling at his breadstick, and noting the other group—the smarter one. Hearing them joking about alien overlords and taking over people’s brains—prompting a laugh from him. Oh, the things you people don’t know, his thoughts came, laced with irony. Aliens were here—at least one was—and were wearing human masks, all in an attempt to assimilate. Not assimilate them, but himself. And to eat their food, but that was because their food was delicious. No Invasion of the Body Snatchers here, thank you very much. No probes or tinfoil hats, either. Or parasitic fungus that could reprogram your mind or something. Even though he’d heard of it doing that to ants…ew!
He wished he had stalk-eyes; then he could look about the place, and know if people were staring at him. Maybe they wouldn’t even realise he was staring. But normal people didn’t have stalk-eyes, and he’d have to learn to live without. He pondered re-reading the driver’s manual. He was too nervous to try for his learner’s permit yet. For he was sure that there were eyes upon him—probably resulting from him laughing at himself, sounding out words, eating a lot, or a mixture of the three. Goodness, he did stick out like a sore thumb, didn’t he? He tried not to think about it.
Be normal. But what is ‘normal’? Certainly isn’t eating loads of pizza.
The waitress came to him next, his pizza with its many toppings balanced seemingly precariously upon her palm. She set it down on the stand with surprising grace, and Collin flashed her a smile. “Lacey? Lay-ceee. Ceeeee.” he said. “That’s a nice name for a nice waitress. Way-tressss. Tressss.” Immediately, he regretted the words coming from his mouth; they were cheesier than the pizza! He’d have better chances at charming a dust mop. “I’m Collin, by the way.” He extended his hand.
Lacey laughed. “Why, thank you,” she replied, shaking it gently. “It’s nice to meet you, Collin.”
“You make…um…balancing a large pizza on…um…one’s palm look easy. Eeeezzzeee. I doubt it, um, actually is. That you are just…talented. Very talented. Yes.” He laughed.
She returned the gesture, her grin dimpled. “I suppose I do. Well, Collin, I’ve got to tend to other guests. You wave to me if you need anything, okay. Oh and here.” She set some napkins down on the table. “I reckon you’ll need these.”
Now that he had his pizza, he figured he’d start eating. Though, it was hot. Might burn the roof of his mouth. And then did he notice the boy powering himself over towards his table. His table (or technically, the one he was sitting at; he didn’t own it, literally)? He was astonished that someone would come over to him. Unless their intentions were malicious. But, no, this boy seemed nice. Nervous, but he could more than identify with that. There was something else about him, though he couldn’t quite place it. Maybe it was the stumbling upon words. Collin smiled. “Unfortunately, I don’t have many friendzzzzuh…at least around here…” he said. “I’m sorta new. Sheltered and such.” He hoped he was saying the right thing. He offered his hand. “Name’s Collin, by the way. And…if your friends don’t mind, I’d love to sit with y’all. I’ll, um, gladly share the breadsticks and chicken poppers, and the pizza if you…don’t mind anchovies. Annnnnn-choveeeez. Sorry. Habit. I hope it does not annoy.” He laughed nervously. He couldn’t begin to say how happy he was for some interaction, and not just watching people as if they were a show. He wanted friends—and maybe he would get just that. He could only hope.
And he could only hope that he wasn’t an annoyance. Or gross. Or something. Or weird, wrong. What if he ended up speaking with telepathy instead of normal speech? With his other hand, he rubbed himself on the head, relieved to find no bumps or anything, no sign of him not being what he said he was. It might have simply looked like a nervous gesture, but it was that too, as he nibbled his lip.
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Post by Cassie on Apr 9, 2015 18:33:35 GMT -6
By suggesting the group take an excursion to the mall, she had probably consigned herself to a certain kind of torture involving brand names and dressing rooms. An amused grin tugged at the corner’s of the teen girl’s lips. But the thing about the mall was that there was always something for someone. Food would probably not be among these, if they were going to end up stuffed on this pizza.
Besides, Rachel hadn’t managed to get her into those Timmy Hill-finger clothes. Yes, she knew it was Tommy Hilfiger, but she had to give the impression she didn’t have even a sliver of a passing interest in things fashion-related—if she did, Rachel would win. And by ‘win’, it would mean she would soon own herself several pairs of new pants. Possibly bought by Rachel, and she couldn’t let her friend spend too much on her—that was just wrong, especially if it wasn’t something she was going to use much.
At Marco’s alien overlord joke, Cassie rolled her eyes. “You boys and your sci-fi fantasies,” she teased lightly.
She noticed the exchange between Jake and the waitress. It was funny to see the difference between him and his best friend; whereas Marco tried to drive people like Lacey into his wake, Jake seemed repelled by them. He looked to her, their eyes locked, and like many of these moments Cassie gave him a warm smile. It wasn’t like they were dating or anything; however, she knew Jake wasn’t one to be unfaithful in those ways, either.
Cassie had an innate talent for understanding people. She called it empathy, and it was the same thing that helped her understand other animals. Humans were, after all, another kind of animal.
The girls at the other table were bursting forth with another wave of giggles. Cassie cast them a glance, and—as she suspected—they whispered something (likely rude), and burst into crazy laughter. Cassie didn’t let it get to her; she knew who her friends were, and it wasn’t some group of girls who got a high off of finding imperfections in others. Connected by family, friendship, or attraction, this group was a motley assortment of very different individuals, yet something to resound in each of them, something that gravitated them together.
It was almost mystical.
“There’s something called ‘trying too hard,’” she added to what her best friend said, “and those girls are doing a fine job of it.” Cassie smirked slightly, before turning to the pizza, grabbing a slice after patiently waiting for the others to get theirs. It was dripping cheese and steam was still rising from it. She could feel its warmth, and she could smell it. Cassie made sure to grab some extra napkins; you’d need those if you ate the pizza properly. She took a bite, chewing thoroughly, then swallowed. “Delicious!” she remarked. For a place with such a cheesy name, they made amazing food. Nothing beat a pizza on a Friday night.
All the while, she was looking around, but it was Rachel and Tobias who noticed the strange and seemingly lonely boy. Cassie’s natural caring was getting the best of her as she wondered if he was alone. She saw Tobias get up, saw him end up gravitating towards the boy—as if he’d made to go out, but ended up at his table. He and Tobias, now, seemed to be the target of the girls’ whispered jokes. Hearing him as he stumbled on words and repeated them, she wondered if he was autistic. It was nice of Tobias to be willing to accommodate him.
“The more the merrier, right?” she said warmly with a smile, nodding in approval of letting him join them.
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Post by Jake on Apr 9, 2015 22:52:18 GMT -6
Looking over to the others his thought's came together and a bit of a smile came to his face. "Collin can come join us, and if it's ok with you guys how about we go to the Mall afterwards. I'm up for it Cassie." His smile was soft his eyes stayed meeting hers and stayed there for a few moments probably longer then originally intended, turning his head and standing to make some room for Collin. Grabbing some pizza and taking a bite he loved the pizza here he didn't know why it just was. Swallowing his food and taking a deep drink of soda he looked over to Cassie. "So what did you want to look for at the mall ?" Somehow he could could picture in his mind Marco already griping about going...yet he hopes he will change his mind this once it would be nice to see Cassie smile.
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Post by Marco on Apr 22, 2015 20:48:41 GMT -6
"She said something about fur coats, genius. Or weren't you listening?" Marco grinned wildly. "Too busy kissing ass to open your ears? Not cool, Jake. Don't you know women like a man who listens to them or whatever?" He eyed the kid from the other table skeptically; this one seemed like he might be even weirder than Tobias and that was saying something. Apparently they were just letting everybody hang out tonight. "Hey. If you're going to kick it with us, you might as well do something useful, man." He reached toward Collin. "Cough up the grub. Pass the poppers. Hold the anchovies." He grinned. All those orders were given in a joking manner...sort of. Those poppers were serious freaking business.
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Post by Cassie on Apr 24, 2015 4:07:39 GMT -6
She took a slice of pizza, biting down on it and enjoying the flavour. It was the one she had chosen, the spinach pizza. The healthiest, if pizza could be called such. There was bacon on the pizza, but Cassie didn’t mind; it wasn’t like she was a vegetarian, despite her vocation. She wiped her hands on her napkin once she was done.
“I don’t know, now that I think of it. It might be a bit too late for the mall.” She flipped her phone out, looking at the time. It was gonna get dark soon, and her parents wouldn’t want her out late. It was dangerous, too.
“Thanks,” Collin said, slipping into the seat and setting the food down. “Sure,” he said with a chuckle at Marco, passing him the poppers as he did. “I’m Collin, by the way.”
“Cassie,” she replied. “That’s Jake. Marco, Rachel, and Tobias. Nice to see new faces in our group.” She meant not only Collin, but Tobias as well. Both seemed friendly and awkward, yet in different ways. Whereas Collin appeared to be pretty comfortable, Tobias seemed quiet, a bit shy.
Jake asked what they would be doing, and Marco answered, teasing her—but that’s just how Marco was. Cassie tilted her head and placed a hand on Jake’s, to indicate she wasn’t annoyed by him—he was just clueless. “There’s a place that sells fur,” she said, gritting her teeth. She was passionate when it came to this. “Did you know that more than 50 million animals are violently killed? And for fashion—nothing more.” How could humans be so cruel? But she knew their motivation; greed. And a lack of compassion for what they considered subhuman.
“Violently. As in they’re gassed or electrocuted. Or their necks are snapped. Some are caught in body gripping traps. And seals are being clubbed and brutally slain for their fur, in Canada. All for what? Just so someone could look pretty? So they could say that they have authentic fur? Can’t they be happy with imitation?” She hoped Rachel didn’t have any fur coats, but she was sure she knew her best friend better than that.
“There are no doubts about it—the fur trade is pure evil.”
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Post by Tobias on Apr 29, 2015 22:12:48 GMT -6
Tobias just listened to them all as they chattered amongst each other like normal kids. He didn't have much to contribute to the current topic of conversation, although he did wince when Cassie began talking about animals being brutally murdered. She did seem to stress it a bit, didn't she? Suddenly, Tobias wasn't very hungry. At all. He pushed his chair back and stood up, trying not to look like he might be sick. "Er...yeah, you've got a point there. It is kinda late. My aunt..." He trailed off. He'd been going to say "would have a cow," because it sounded normal, but it wasn't the truth. His aunt worked late nights and his uncle was always drunk and passed out on the couch. Neither one of them would care how late he got home; they probably wouldn't even notice. And since he wasn't sure what to really say and decided against lying, the sentence sort of just trailed off as he let his gaze trail to the exits.
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Post by Jake on May 3, 2015 21:56:24 GMT -6
Why is it she's touching my hand it makes me feel happy and then she talks about the fur coat's and I feel like if I say the wrong thing she will skin me alive with her invisible fangs right now, quick eye glance to Marco SOS dude save me! Crap what to say what to wait...If I don't say anything I will be an ass, if I do say something and it's not right I will sound like an ass, maybe I could say something... his heart was pounding each minute with every infinite possibility Cassie laid before him with conviction ringing in her voice that would do Joan of Arc proud , oddly he also felt this was almost a battle. How to word it without sounding like he is a complete lacking. "Well it is pretty late, and now with all that mentally pictured I don't think I can eat right now. But wouldn't it be better to make a stand in the day time where people could see you maybe have a petition and get people to sign a paper asking that real fur be banned from the mall. Then it would be a vote by the community that could be taken to the city maybe teachers will sign it." Ok that was way too much to say but it did offer a way out tonight and give a plan of action if she does want to continue to go on with a picket line to ban fur from the mall.. He could see her in PETA too honestly. Then looking over at the pizza he shrugs "Let's head out then and everyone can take home what ever slices are left. I think we should stick together since it's preety late. " It at least seemed best if they all walked part of the way home together, especially with Tobias and Colin hanging with them he wasn't sure how much of the area they knew.
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Post by Collin on May 7, 2015 17:56:41 GMT -6
After Cassie had given him the names of the others, he said: “Nice to meet you all.” And he’d return to that, if high school didn’t work out for him. Nevertheless, he was hopeful. He wanted to be as ‘normal’ as he possibly could. While still doing things as he wished to…like eating as much as he wanted to, and enjoying words and video games and his iPhone. Not to mention, making friends with people who didn’t mind his awkwardness. People he could feel normal with. As the one called Jake moved to make room for him, he took a seat. “Thanks. I don’t get out much, so this is quite the treat.” He grinned. “You go to Hedgeview? I just started. Been homeschooled most of my life.”
Now, now, Collin, he chided himself, they don’t want to hear your whole life story. Cassie and Jake seemed to be talking about going to the mall, though she was saying it might be too late. And Marco asked to pass the poppers, though Collin was sure he was joking, not demanding. “What’s mine is yours,” he responded with a chuckle, passing him the box.
Then Cassie said exactly why she was interested in seeing this fur shop at the mall, and Collin frowned at what he was hearing. He had to admit, it all sounded horrible. But—judging by Jake’s and Tobias’ reactions—it wasn’t the best dinner conversation. It made Collin angry—not at Cassie, mind you—but at how some people could be. Not that there was really anything that he could do about it. He wasn’t going to go campaign or something. Least he’d do is sign a petition. Besides, he was a part of the corporate machine. He was all over buying things, like games and food. And—though he’d heard someone say Wal-Mart did bad things—he still loved to shop there.
He finished chewing on his food, swallowed, and then spoke, grabbing another slice of pizza. “That’s horrible, the things people do. That’s why I prefer imitation leather. No need for fur coats, but imitation all the way.” He had wanted to get something sweet after this, but he supposed you can’t always get what you want. “I’ll sign your petition if you have one.”
He wondered why Tobias trailed off about his aunt. Probably meant she was overbearing. Jake suggested they head home. “Not a bad idea,” he said, and polished off the slice of pizza he’d taken. He’d finished his homework, but he was really wanting to recline on his bed, and play some Pokémon Alpha Sapphire. Thankfully, there were carry-out boxes up front. He went to get some, soon returning with them.
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Post by Cassie on May 7, 2015 20:29:19 GMT -6
Cassie nodded. “Yeah, we all do,” she answered when Collin asked about Hedgeview. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to be homeschooled for your whole life, but it certainly explained why he seemed a bit awkward, and it might also account for his enthusiasm at joining them. Wanting to belong. At least, that was her impression of him.
And then she got caught up, as she had a tendency to do. Once she got going about animals and the injustices humans did to them, she couldn’t stop.
It was only when she saw the expression on Tobias’ face, and heard what Jake said, that Cassie realised what she had done. She’d gone and grossed them all out, ruined their dinner. She widened her eyes, placing a hand to her mouth.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Not proper dinner talk! I’m so sorry!” She noticed that Jake had seemed a little nervous as he’d spoken—perhaps jittery? At least, that was the impression she’d gotten from his body language. Nevertheless, she should have realised her mistake. She felt her cheeks going hot.
“We should get going, yes.” She’d say that her parents would worry, but her mother was working late, and her father trusted her enough to take care of her own affairs. It was only if they expected her home, to help them, that they would get annoyed. And she could understand that; it was a commitment, after all. She was almost never late.
She flipped out her phone, sent a quick text to her dad. It was your ole flip phone, this one the more heavy-duty kind. She’d had it for what seemed like forever. “stayed late w some friends will be home soon” she texted. She knew he’d ask if she needed a ride, but she’d wait until she was much closer. No need to bother him with something she could handle herself.
That being said, she wouldn’t go alone.
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