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Post by may on Jan 9, 2010 21:02:41 GMT -5
May looked at herself in the mirror. What a bitch it was to do. She saw every imperfection, everything that was possibly wrong with her. Her hair was too curly, too long, too ridiculous. Her eyes were too plain and boring, lined with lashes that were nonexistent without twenty thousand coats of mascara. There seemed to be a permanent fixture of bags under her eyes, while her mouth seemed to remain in a straight line across her face. Whenever she smiled, on whatever rare occasion that was, there were unsightly dimples in her cheeks, like a freaking chipmunk or something of the sort. May was too short, her body too petite. Her nails weren’t long and glamourous, rather short and painted to match whatever she happened to be wearing on a certain day. And in matters of whats he was wearing that day, why did she even bother? She didn’t like to spend money very often, other than for the things she really needed in life. When she did spent money, she often spent a lot. That didn’t bother her much; she had more money than several people in the town combined did, yet she couldn’t even legally drink yet. Of course there were times when she was perfectly capable of buying things, like shirts or whatnot, that were on the less expensive end of things. Despite her copious amounts of money, she really wasn’t stuck up about it. It was just something that she always lived with growing up.
Ah, growing up, how she missed that so incredibly much. Her parents were alive, they were happy. Granted, the kids originally teased her for her inability to speak English, but she eventually grew to learn to be content with fading away into the background while the popular girls got asked out and whatnot. It was sad that she was content with being invisible, but now she was just sad. Actually, that was pretty much an understatement of the century. May contemplated her life so far as she searched around for her charm bracelet watch. Her parents were gone, Danny had left, then she tried to kill herself. If only they didn’t find her on the floor when they did. Just a few more minutes and she would have bled out and she would have been with her parents again. Then she met Chase, but like the constant stream of people leaving her in her life, he left as well. What a surprise. Then she tried to kill herself again, get hit by a speeding car or whatever, but Caellum was actually paying attention to where he was driving and stopped before he hit her. Then finally, when she started to open herself up to him, he left as well. You could say that this time it was an improvement, though not by a whole hell of a lot. It was just an improvement in the sense that this time a guy left her, she didn’t try to kill herself. That was always a good thing, right? She assumed so, though she couldn’t be too sure. She wasn’t well versed in the area of suicide assumptions.
May frowned to herself in the mirror of her vanity table before spotting her watch atop the small jewelry box that previously belong to her mother. She slipped the watch around her slender wrist, put on some studs and a necklace, then grabbed her shoes. Before putting them on, she dragged her lazy but down the stairs. No need to break her ankle on top of everything else. She grabbed her purse and her car keys before heading out to her baby, her lovely Rolls Royce that had been her sixteenth birthday present from her parents. Yeah…if the people at school didn’t like her before that, it was the equivalent of her showing up to the prom with Brad Pitt on her arm. Not that that happened, but same sort of level of jealousy. Then she was disliked even more. How nice of them. She popped into her car and just drove. She drove until the songs were out of her head along with the thoughts of anything important. She just drove until her mind was numb and that she didn’t actually have to focus on anything. Unfortunately for May, she didn’t snap out of it until she found herself in Port Angeles. Oh, great, now she was in yet another boring town. Whatever, at least this one had about two things more interesting than Forks did, though even then it was kind of a miracle. Rather than turning around, she figured she might as well make this trip useful. After some retail therapy and several pairs of new shoes in her trunk, she stopped by the movie theatre. She bought a ticket for some random movie, not really caring what she saw, and headed for the concession stand. Good God, could the line have been any longer?
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Post by sebastien on Jan 23, 2010 23:14:43 GMT -5
 you're questioning the answersof the faith you put in me• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Things at home were a constant ongoing battle between Sebastien and his so called “parents.” They kept demanding that he fit in and hang out with kids his own age. He continued to refuse to do that. He didn’t want to “hang out” with other teenagers. They were all ridiculous and really not worth his time. Plus, he was more interested in spending his time obsessing over that Sophia girl e had met at work a few weeks earlier. Yeah, his parents had noticed a change in him as he began to question them on why they left their vegetarian ways and began to drink human blood again. He wanted answers, and they wanted to distract him. He knew for a fact that Tristan, his “father,” had once lived the life of animal blood. What he didn’t know was why he left the coven he was in or why he chose to take on a life of killing humans. Sebastien, as the son, felt he deserved to at least know that much about his family, but he was refused each and every time. Did he not deserve to know the truth? It was part of his family tree, wasn’t it? However, Sebastien backed off when he was questioned about his want to know all the details of what his family called a “forgotten” life. But he had to ask himself if he would be this curious if he hadn’t met Sophia. There was something very curious about her, starting with her golden eyes. She was also gorgeous, and he was sure that was not only because she was a vampire and being beautiful was just normal for them.
Considering his vast curiosity was what had Sebastien asking these questions, he decided to drop it until they forgot the conversation ever came up. Then maybe he’d try again. For now, he decided to indulge his parents and decided he would humor them and hang out with someone for the night, to make himself appear normal. ”Thanks for inviting me, man.” Sebastien felt a hand slap against his shoulder. He was asking for something when bringing Brian along. The two boys had gotten to know each other fairly well at work and they weren’t enemies. So, he wasn’t expecting fights or anything along those lines. But he was expecting whining. Sebastien naturally attracted girls because of what he was. Of course, he was designed to do that that sort of thing. He was supposed to draw people in. Brain didn’t know that, though. There would be a lot of jealousy involved in this night because Sebastien was positive that he and some girl would end up flirting, if even just a little, and Brian would go on complaining how he could get a girl’s attention so easily. To what was said, Sebastien simply nodded. ”I’m still shocked you asked me instead of Aleena. That girl is all about you. I was sure…” At the moment, Sebastien tuned the other boy out. ”One please?” Upon receiving his ticket, he focused his attention once more on the guy that came with him. ”…unless you’re gay or something which Aleena is convincing herself you are.” He turned around with an angry look and shook his head.
Brian shut up about the whole subject then and went about purchasing his own ticket. ”So, why don’t you go out with her?” Sebastien rolled his eyes. That was no one’s business but his own. He hated people trying to pry. ”I’m just not interested in her, ok?” His arms flailed as he spoke. He was interested in Sophia who was hardly giving him the time of day. He was not interested in some human girl who had no clue what he was or what it meant that his eyes were red instead of blue or brown. Brain took the words to meant Sebastien didn’t want him around. Well, that wasn’t a lie, but he didn’t want to be rude. ”I think I’m going to find seats,” Brian nodded. ”Hey, do you want anything to eat or drink?” The kid nodded, read off his order and began to hand money to Sebastien. ”It’s on me.” With that, the two separated. Brain went into the theater while Sebastien went to the concession stand, right behind a girl. Would this be the girl that he would take it upon himself to flirt with? He was sure it wouldn’t be meant to have anything more than just a good conversation with people as all good conversations for him came with a bit of flirting. ”This line seems like it will never end will it?” He just said it out loud hoping to attract the attention of the girl in front of him. He almost had no doubt that it would. There was something about his voice that just had been hooked on his words. That’s why Aleena sat down and listened to his insults with a giggle. She didn’t realize his voice was enchanting her in a way. There was a tone in his voice that attracted her. Could he attract this girl? He decided to give it another try. ”The movie will be over by the time they get to us.”
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Post by may on Jan 23, 2010 23:57:25 GMT -5
May was not a fan of movie theatres; they were far too sticky for her tastes. Everywhere you looked, there were germs hiding about. On the floor there was a thick layer of popcorn and butter coating the once carpeted area. Now, in her mind, it was more likely that you would find a square metre of popcorn, rather than a square metre of carpeting. Seriously, now she knew why they filled the bags up so damn full. Every time someone bought a half, it felt like half of it landed on the floor. May wondered why they did that in the first place. They’d make more money if they only filled it up to about a centimetre under the edge of the bag, then there’d be no overflow. Then again, the prices for the food were so expensive anyways. At least, that’s what people had told her. She never really worried about money, mostly because she had more than she knew what to do with. She felt a pang of guilt twinge in her heart; she wasn’t one of those people that went around flaunting their wealth and she didn’t like the people that did. But she wasn’t going to act like a poor person when she wasn’t. She just had to work a little bit harder at understanding what a reasonable price to pay for something was. She didn’t want to get ripped off just because someone wanted her money. But apparently movie theatres were one of those places where they ripped you off regardless of how much money you had in the first place. But she maintained her stand that if they charged the same for popcorn that wasn’t overflowing, they’d make more money. Though, it would be more of a rip off. Lose lose for the customer, win win for the theatre it seemed.
But aside from the whole popcorn issue, there was the rest of the place in general. So ridden with germs; it worried May really, but mostly it worried her obsessive compulsive like tendencies. Part of that was being afraid of germs. Now, it wasn’t as bad as people with OC disorder, but it was lining on that. She always had to make sure the house was sparkling clean, though that wasn’t all that hard when it was just herself and her goldfish. She had to clean the dishes right away, do her laundry once a week and change her sheets often twice a week. Going to a place like this freaked her out. So many people went through here on a daily basis. She never even dared going into the washrooms. No, that was the last thing she wanted to do while she visited the movies. Most public restrooms she tended to avoid if at all possible, though if it was an emergency she would go. The arm rests of the chair were always wiped down with a little sanitary wipe which she kept in her purse, plus she used hand sanitizer before and after eating the popcorn. Other than that, there was nothing else she could do besides pray that the people working behind the counters washed their hands and didn’t cough into the food. It was rather annoying living in fear of germs, but she often got sick as a child. It was worse when they had first moved to Forks from Italy, mostly because it was a different country with different germs. It seemed she picked up everything when she came over. That didn’t help with getting to know the kids at school, though they didn’t care much to get to know her anyways. But that overall was what probably stemmed her avoidance of germs and getting sick.
May thought these things to herself as she stood in the seemingly million person line. She would have liked to not think about them, mostly because they were secretly freaking her the hell out, but there was no escaping it now that it had ventured into her mind. Damn it all, she thought to herself. Why did she have to be such a giant freak all the time? She didn’t know. She fiddled nervously with the charm bracelet watch that hung delicately on her wrist as she shifted her weight from one side to another. She was so lost in thought that she hadn’t really realized that the person standing behind her was actually talking to her. For a second, May didn’t know how to react. Most people never really talked to her. Well, as a kid they didn’t, so she mostly was a hermit now, therefore denying people the opportunity to talk to her in the first place. She thought in confusion about what he had said. He spoke again and this time she turned slightly to see just who was talking to her. She was a shy person, so eye contact at first was not on her agenda. ”Uhm, you’re at the end of the line, so it kinda does end,” she said in oblivious confusion. Or did people suddenly line up behind him? She looked for a moment and found that that was not the case at all. Oh dear, perhaps he was blind? The only way to check for that was to make eye contact, and that wasn’t happening until more words had passed between the two. She hoped he wasn’t blind; she wouldn’t want to have offended him. ”Statistically that’s unlikely,” she said, wondering why he was saying all these false observations to him. ”Granted, there are a copious amount of people in line, but if there are fifteen people say, give them five minutes a piece, that would only take 75 minutes, and most movies run for at least 90 minutes,” she said. She turned for a moment and counted. There were only seven people ahead of them, and she doubted it would take five minutes for each of them, though you never knew. She turned back to him and hesitantly looked up. No eye contact though; just pretend contact. She had mastered the art of that in her earlier years.
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Post by sebastien on Feb 3, 2010 19:16:46 GMT -5
you're questioning the answersof the faith you put in me• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] There was a reason Sebastien never left his house. He didn’t like people. He didn’t like being in crowds more than he had to, and his parents already forced him out into the world enough. It was more than enough for his liking. He only chose to come out tonight so they didn’t catch onto his questioning as anything more than just curiosity. He didn’t like to be surrounded by human beings. He didn’t necessarily have a problem with them. Sebastien just didn’t like that they were all the same. They were all so stereotypical, even the ones who thought they were being different by doing something. Moving to a new town always consisted of the same people, not literally of course. There were always a group of jocks, emo/scene kids, popular girls, desperate girls, nerds, and arrogant people who gave Sebastien a run for his money, but that was only the beginning. There were so many different types of people. It just all grew boring. Some days he wished Tristan had just let him die instead of saving him from being dead forever. He was bored. Life was boring. People were boring. They did nothing for him except make him want to bash his head into a wall, but then someone would notice something because he wouldn’t be hurt. He would just look stupid. And the way he was sure to bang his head into the wall would surely be hard enough to not only leave a mark, if he were human, but also leave a rather large dent in it. Yeah, he decided a long time ago that doing that was a bad idea. Not to mention that someone was sure to drag him away from the wall, telling him how stupid he was being. If only they knew all the stuff he had been through. Maybe they would understand then.
However, people probably wouldn’t understand. They would only think Sebastien was being a baby and complaining about it. It would be another one of those kids that cried about their lives. No way was he going to be that guy that people made fun of. He would rather be the sarcastic one that cracked jokes. The only problem was this girl didn’t seem to get that. He already didn’t like this. She was too serious for him. Didn’t she get it? Sebastien was only trying to make casual conversation. He wasn’t looking for statistics or logic. He was looking to grasp someone’s attention. He wasn’t looking to get answers. Sebastien held his composure, though, and thought of something to say. She didn’t seem like she meant it to be a bitch. It sort of seemed clueless. Well, maybe she didn’t mean for it to be that, either. He just had a way of thinking of people’s words and how they meant them. He knew so many tones and what each tone meant. Sometimes, Sebastien was wrong. He would admit that. He wasn’t always right. He wouldn’t admit that to anyone aside from himself, though. He wasn’t that willing to admit when he was wrong. Then again, he never really saw himself as wrong. That was part of that stubbornness about him. As much as his actual parents refused to admit it, he got that from his father. What he did not get from his father was the hot head. Sure, he got angry every once in a while, but Sebastien knew how to keep a very level head, a quality he had to put into use right now. He nodded his head before speaking. ”Touché.” It wasn’t like he didn’t have anything better to say. He just didn’t often get rude or mouthy with girls. He saved that for if they truly pissed him off, something she hadn’t quite accomplished, yet.
Regardless of how he was acting, Sebastien was not looking for statistics. He knew that, statistically, he would probably be sitting in his seat in the theater at least ten minutes before his movie started. All he wanted was her attention, which he did manage to grasp, even if she didn’t look him in the eyes. It was probably better that she avoided his face. She didn’t need to see his eyes or the fact that they were red rather than a normal color like blue or brown. They were a deep red. But why did she avoid him. Sebastien wasn’t going to try to seduce her or brainwash her. Just looking at his face couldn’t accomplish that either, but he wasn’t going to push or try to figure it out. Some people were just that way, and he was fine with that. At least he wasn’t trying to grope him. She wasn’t batting her eyelashes and trying to get him to kiss her. Regardless of how she was, Sebastien sort of liked her, as a person of course. He avoided human relations all together. However, the two of them could get along very well, assuming she wasn’t rude. He would have to talk to her more, and flirt a little. With any luck, he would get to see within the next few minutes if she talked to him some more. She was facing him, though still avoiding eye contact with him. Goal one, however, was to make her a little more at ease around him. Sebastien hoped he could loosen her up a bit and quickly, too. ”Unless service is slow or the popcorn machine explodes all over the place. Or the nacho cheese machine spontaneous leaks cheese everywhere. Then they may have a much larger problem on their hands. If that were the case,” he looked away to observe the rest of the line, ”then I really hope these people aren’t starving for food or they may have to cater for pizza.” Sebastien’s eyes adverted back to the girl in front of him. Yes, it would be very interesting trying to get her to loosen up a bit and take things a bit more at ease, but he was willing to work on it. He wouldn’t waste his whole night, but he would certainly waste a bit of time. ”I’m Sebastien, by the way.” He smiled at her, hoping it held that charming quality it usually did.
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Post by may on Feb 3, 2010 19:55:46 GMT -5
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So why was it that she had such a hard time with guys? Did they just not like her? Perhaps she was wrong in her assumption of what guys wanted. Maybe she just wasn’t the right sort of person for anyone. It was best when she just stayed at home. None of the old ladies that she and her parents knew could ask her how she was coping, God knows they still did, no one could look at her with pitying eyes. How she hated those eyes. It was bad enough that she lost her parents, but it was worse when the looks people gave you reminded you of it every second. The movie theatre was probably one of the worst places she could go to to avoid people. The mall and school was a close second. Thankfully she could order clothes and such online, thanks to knowing her measurements, and she graduated high school early. She was already part way through her first degree online, then she would do her masters online, then she would probably go away somewhere to do her doctorate. Unfortunately for the masters she would probably have to go outside of her house, even her town. May wasn’t sure yet; she hadn’t looked into it that much. All she knew was that she was going to get her doctorate in psychology, then do something with her life. It was just a problem when she didn’t know what yet. She still wanted to be an artist, the complete opposite of a doctor, and she had the talent to do it. She was indecisive. But the movie theatre was a place she could just forget about all the stuff, if even for a few minutes. May wasn’t exactly sure how to reply to his return. ”That’s a fencing term,” she stated for lack of better things to say. She always spouted off random information when she was nervous. At least it was somewhat relevant. ”Though many people have adopted it to common conversations, as your usage clearly shows,” she said. Another fact. She was comfortable around facts, they were real. Facts weren’t biased, at least, true facts weren’t.
She didn’t understand why this boy was talking to her. Maybe it was the whole body thing. She was aware that she fit the mould of the lower body mass that the Western culture deemed to be the ideal of beauty, but she didn’t think that should be the case. She thought that as long as people took care of themselves, they were beautiful. So she didn’t know why boys’ eyes strayed to her at times. They never did at school; no, she had been to invisible for that, but they strayed when the boy had never met her before. Was that what was happening now? Oh, now May was uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable than she usually was. May listened to the boy ramble for a moment and wondered why he thought those things could happen. Most common machines didn’t spontaneously break apart. Generally they would have a slow decline in proper function. She looked over her shoulder for a second at the line, then back in his direction, still avoiding eye contact. ”I suppose, though that would be both unlikely and costly if that did happen” she mumbled. Was he being humourous? She paused for a minute and let her eyes quickly flicker up to his face, though only to briefly look to see if he was smiling. Hmm, she could not tell. She decided it was humour and offered a laugh. She felt awkward. She didn’t like it. It was hard for her to understand jokes from strangers; she needed to know a person’s thought process before knowing if the things they said were meant to be funny or if they were serious. ”Or they could just go out to eat, or home,” she pointed out. That would be much more logical than catering in for pizza. Not to mention then everyone at the theatre would want pizza. The bill would be astronomical. May made the mistake of looking up for a split second, only to see his smile. She was struck the same sort of way she had been struck by Danny. Then again, that was probably crazy. Danny was a vampire, this boy was not. Well, most likely wasn’t. She was probably never going to look in his eyes, and if she did, he could be wearing normal coloured contacts. She ignored the faint blush in her cheeks and tried to suppress the smile that toyed on her lips. ”I’m May, nice to meet you” she said shyly. She always was worried when it came to new people. Was she supposed to make small talk now? Dammit. She sucked at that, or any social interaction really. ”What movie are you seeing?” she asked and nervously fiddled with her necklace.m a n
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Post by sebastien on Mar 15, 2010 23:35:59 GMT -5
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Sebastien was never too fond of human interaction. He wasn’t that kind of people person. Then again, he didn’t really understand humans, not the teens of today that he was forced to get to know. He found that somewhat humorous considering he was actually supposed to look twenty years old. Of course he had always been told he looked a few years younger than he truly was. But that was another story for another day. Simply, he didn’t understand the whole fascination with these nights out that people took. That could have been because he never really had a date in his life, not that he could remember. The one date he did have his parents had set him up on and he came up with every excuse as to why he didn’t want to go on it. He convinced one of his best friends at the time to go. As far as Sebastien knew, the two of them got married and had a family. Again, he really wasn’t concerned. If fact, he had very little concern for most people. He had to look out for himself while possibly helping people out along the way. He did have somewhat of a heart. If someone, especially a pretty girl, was sitting in a corner upset, he would occasionally, but very rarely, intervene and talk to said person. However, he held no care for that person past that meeting. This girl in front of him, Sebastien wouldn’t care about her past this moment. All he wanted was someone to talk to as he was bored, and she was the person in front of him. He would spend these next ten minutes or so talking to the very lovely girl in front of him. He may even flirt. Scratch that. Sebastien would undoubtedly flirt with this girl. But he would also leave it at that. The second she walked away from him with the food she purchased at that concession stand, he would forget all about her. This was his standard routine, and he was really very good at it, if he said so himself.
Something seemed cold about this girl. That’s what Sebastien would say, though it wasn’t necessarily cold. She just didn’t seem like she knew how to talk to people, at least boys. That was not a good sign for him. He wasn’t exactly used to girls who jumped all over him because he labeled them as sluts, but he wasn’t sure what to think of girls who were like this one. He didn’t hate her. Sebastien didn’t know her to hate her. His opinion was really indifferent towards her. How else was he supposed to have a clear opinion of someone who seemed very uninterested in talking to him? Yeah, it didn’t take long for Sebastien to decide he was done talking to this girl. However, he did take a slight disliking to her pointing out facts to him. Sebastien knew what touché technically meant. His actual father always wanted him involved in some sports and fencing was one of the things he was forced into. Of course, shortly after that everyone decided they were done trying to force Sebastien into sports. Not only that, he was technically in his eighties. Wait. She wasn’t supposed to know that. To her, he was just another boy. Fine, he would let it slip without saying anything harsh and condescending. Instead, he just nodded and responded simply, ”Yes, it is.” He knew a lot more than what people gave him credit for. He was intelligent and that didn’t just come from decades of school. Again, that was not for some random human girl to know. He had to remain calm and let her random statements pass with a smile and some flirtatious words. What else was he going to do while he was in this long line? ”I knew that, too,” he nodded with a smile, ”Though it’s probably still used more while fencing than in conversation these days. I believe most of civilization has returned to using simple words that they don’t have to research the definition of.” Could he really make this conversation any less awkward for her if he used logic and knowledge? He wasn’t opposed to trying.
Sebastien wasn’t exactly sure why he was still trying to talk to her. It wasn’t as though his intention was sex. He had no intentions actually. He just wanted to make casual conversation with someone and she was the person closest to him. She seemed to be trying, though, but it also seemed very uncomfortable for her. This wasn’t her sort of thing. She didn’t talk to random strangers on a day to day basis. Sebastien could clearly see that. So, he wasn’t going to push her for much. He had to remember simple conversation and a little flirting. That really couldn’t hurt anything, not unless she made a big deal out of it. However, he hoped it made her a little more comfortable. It wasn’t like he was thinking about getting her into bed. But Sebastien knew this was going to be hard, especially when she didn’t see the tiniest bit of humor that was supposed to be in his words. Yep. This wasn’t going to be easy for him at all. Maybe he should find with brains. ”Of course it would, but they would make up for it by over pricing for slices of pizza just like they do for everything else they sell.” That was why he didn’t like to go out. They jacked up prices of everything. It really didn’t take two hundred dollars to make a pair of jeans. Why the hell should he waste his money like that? He didn’t care if everyone else did, but he didn’t like to. That was his personal preference. More logic. This was really going to wear on Sebastien before the night was over, before this meeting was over. Maybe he should just fight back with his intelligence already? It would be worth it. ”They very well could, which would be a very logical decision, but do you think the movie theater would pass up that kind of money? Every business is just money hungry these days and eager not to go bankrupt.” Yep, he was tiring of this, but he wasn’t going to give up his efforts, not exactly. He needed someone to talk to before going back in there and dealing with his co-worker. May…like the month. Sebastien figured he could remember that if by some chance he was supposed to run into her. ”It’s nice to meet you, too,” he said with a sly smile and a small nod. He wasn’t going to be rude. That would just be wrong, and totally out of character for him. Never would he ever dream of doing that. ”Some thriller movie that this guy I work with wanted to see. I’m not much into this whole movie thing, but he asked me to go. I figured I may as well be a teenager for a night.”
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Post by may on Mar 16, 2010 18:15:53 GMT -5
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Of course that didn’t seem to stop this boy’s pursuit, but she had a feeling it wasn’t helping his case either. May found it odd that he was spurting random sports words, especially because she thought that she didn’t seem like the type of person to be interested in sports. She was wearing stilettos and a skirt for gosh sakes. But maybe he was just mistaken or it was a slip up. “Do you fence?”[/b] she asked curiously. Perhaps that could be reason for his word choice. “Though really the amount of people that fence these days are so few that the use of the word touché by normal people is probably even more uncommon,”[/b] she debated, mostly to herself but somehow her words always found a way outside of her mouth. Little buggers they were. May thought for a moment, considering what the boy had said, and found it rather odd. “Or they use words they don’t understand in the wrong context. Kind of like the difference between affect and effect. They don’t really care which is which.” May didn’t know what to be when she grew up, which in her case seemed to be the day she was born, but she knew she was not going to be a teacher. At least not an English teacher; she’d get headaches from reading all those essays and such. She had been toying with the idea of becoming an art teacher. She was good at art. She understood art. What she didn’t understand was why she was in the line for the concession stand talking to some stranger about the use of words in the modern English language. Surely he didn’t actually care, did he? He didn’t seem like the type that would, no offense to him. It was just something she thought to be true. May turned for a moment and looked at the prices. Were they over priced? Darn it, she probably sounded really snotty right about now. “Yeah, no kidding. That’s one thing I don’t like about going to the movies,” she lied. She didn’t know how good she was at lying, she didn’t do it often, other than when people asked how she was. She was basically a robot when it came to answering that question. Most of the time she was very upfront about other things though. She felt bad that most people found these prices expensive, meanwhile she just thought they were normal. She hated being different, though it pretty much defined her life. Then again, boys were a bit different when it came to the price of things, though that was generally clothing. You were more likely to see a girl buying more expensive clothes and accessories than you were a man. May laughed, actually laughed, and rolled her eyes. “Trust me they won’t go broke. They already have the movie tickets to consider, not to mention 3D movies cost more than normal movies. Since 3D movies are apparently all the rage now, there’s going to be more people buying tickets to see those ones. They’re just money hungry, that’s all.” She highly doubted that movie theatres, unless they were the really old style ones that were completely out of fashion, would go out of business. As long as there were bored people, there would be movies. As long as there were hot summer days, there would be people searching for a nice air conditioned building and some entertainment. As long as people went on dates, there’d be movies. Now that she thought about it, maybe she should invest in a movie theatre chain. Her father did always tell her to make smart investments and she considered this to be one of them. The person at the front of the line moved; one down, a billion to go. May took a step closer, unfortunately stepping on more popcorn as she went. The sad thing was, that was kind of inevitable. She sighed, wiped her shoe on a clear square of carpet and returned her focus to the boy. Sebastien. Well, not completely. She still didn’t like looking at people in the face. May hated how she noticed the way people smiled though. She was too easily caught by smiles and it was a rather distressing weakness. May suppressed the urge to raise her eyebrow; perhaps he was a homosexual? Maybe that’s why he agreed to go to the movie with this man. That would make sense, but May wasn’t one to pry. May furrowed her brow and wondered. “Aren’t you a teenager every night? And day, for that matter,” she mused. She had only ever met one person that was going to look like a teenager for the rest of his life but would be creepishly old on the inside. Somehow that fact hadn’t bothered her. Nor had the whole bloodsucking thing. Damn, she was messed up. She shrugged and shifted from fiddling with her necklace to twisting the bracelet around her wrist. “Maybe it will surprise you and you’ll end up liking it. You can’t say you like or dislike something until you understand it,” she said. Or experience with. Some things it was knowledge, some things it was experience. 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Post by sebastien on Apr 20, 2010 14:12:15 GMT -5
you're questioning the answersof faith you put in me
Sebastien never really had patience for people. His real family made sure to actually tell everyone that. There was only so much he could take before he felt dizzy and wanted to scream. Through the years, his patience really hadn’t improved much. He didn’t care for stupidity. It baffled him why people were the way they were. Girls would throw themselves at guys or they would be so withdrawn that they stood to the back and didn’t pay a bit of attention to guys. Boys were so full of themselves that it was amazing their parents were able to live with them. And then, some like Sebastien were so arrogant that it was hard to keep them down to earth about things. The bad thing was, Sebastien had time for this arrogance to only get worse. This could be because he knew everything by now, or thought he knew everything. He felt as though he was slightly above all of this teenage stuff. At a time when he should have been old and sitting at his home reminiscing with his children and grand children about his like, Sebastien still looked as though he was twenty. He was still in high school and repeating the patterns he had started. This was his life, boring and so day to day. He didn’t like this life. He thought there was something better, something more worthwhile to be doing. After all, he was supposed to be dead. Some days he wished he could die as honorably as he was supposed to. He also didn’t like the people in this life. Everyone thought their problems were worse than someone else’s. People were so psycho. He remembered that one girl he had met at school here. He was pretty sure she wanted to have her way with him. ”I know what you are.” Did she really know what he was or was she just trying to be a pain in his ass? Better yet, did she honestly think he was going to admit to being the creature she deemed him to be? Sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, like trying to decipher if he was a vampire or not, only made her a pain in his ass and a lot less worth his time. He didn’t appreciate it. And now, if he saw her again, she would find the best way to avoid her and make sure he left her be.
”No,” Sebastien shook his head, ”My parents wanted me to, and started me in it, but it never stuck.” Then again, that was when he was a human. Then, his concerns were far from sports. He wasn’t sure where his concerns were, actually, but they were never where his parents wanted them to be. Even still, he didn’t have his priorities straight. Sebastien was a bit all over the place and played to his own music. He carried the arrogant attitude of love me or hate me. He didn’t care which, either, honestly. A lot of people they didn’t care if someone hated them or liked them, but Sebastien could say that with honesty. So what if someone didn’t get along with him? As soon as he left this town, they would never have to meet again and things would be ok. He could make more friends, if he wanted any. He felt the same way about his current situation. If May didn’t like him, then so be it. Sebastien did his best not to laugh at what seemed like rambling to him. It was like her thoughts were uncontrollable and just spilled out of her mouth. ”People tend to be a bit ignorant these days. That or they simply don’t care about how unintelligent they seem by improperly using words.” Sebastien was willing to bet on either, which was sort of dumb. When he grew up, people worked so hard not to have those stereotypes where if you say this you’re considered to be in this social class. That would shock anyone to know. He looked like the type of guy that didn’t give a shit and got in a lot of trouble. That was a very bad perception of him, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter what people he didn’t know thought about him. Something about the way May answered Sebastien was sort of curious. There was something wrong with it if you asked him, but he didn’t push or get into her business. It didn’t really matter. So, instead of raising his eyebrow like he really wanted to do, he kept his expression as it was. ”Absolutely,” he nodded, ”Not everyone has the kind of money they want you to have.” Sebastien did, rather his parents did. But that’s because they had lived for a very long time and were quite frugal with the money they had. Still, it was the principle of the thing. Life in general was getting to be too much, even for him, and he hardly did anything. That was saying something.
Wait. Was Sebastien being laughed at by a girl who was kind of socially awkward? This was weird if you asked him. Shouldn’t he be laughing at her? After all, she did seem a bit out of place in the process of talking to him. He was just making casually conversation. He did not approve of this. It didn’t matter whether or not he approved, though. She was going to laugh at him, and he was going to let her. Honestly, what was the point in arguing with her or saying something to her? It wouldn’t make any difference. Not to mention, he could have been thinking that’s what she was doing. It was weird of Sebastien to have all defenses up. He wasn’t sure he enjoyed it much, or at all for that matter. He liked being carefree a lot more. It came with less stress or tension. He could feel himself getting tense. Ugh! Stupid girls! He knew better than to get associated with them when they had acted like May. What could Sebastien do now? Walk away? He didn’t like that option much, but only because he was stubborn as hell. ”Well, I know they won’t,” he shrugged. He wasn’t stupid. He hated people making him feel stupid or saying something that had the words “you’re dumb” written all over them. Chances were he probably actually knew more than the girl standing in front of him. He probably also had more life experiences than she did, quite honestly. ”Everyone is a little money hungry, though, whether they realize it or not. What’s sad is that a company made simply for entertainment gets the money that everyone else wishes they could have. Truthfully, we don’t need movies, sports teams, or music artists.” That was something he strongly believed in. What contribution did they really make anyway? They made tons of money for hardly anything. He wouldn’t shy away from admitting that he kind of wanted to start a band at some point in his life, but even then it wasn’t for the money. It was just because he was bored and needed something to do. The next question had Sebastien looking at her sideways. ”Yeah,” he nodded, ”But I meant in the respect of getting out and doing something aside from sitting at home most of the time.” He said it without a bit of hesitation. He was perfect at lying by now. It was absolutely no big deal for him at this point. It almost came second nature. ”The movie?” he questioned, ”I never said I wouldn’t like the movie. I just don’t like ‘hanging out.’” He added air quotes and everything to that. ”I don’t like sitting in a movie theater with children either and at least one parent brought their son or daughter to the movie to scream and cry. I’m not a socialite, either.” No statement could ever be truer than that one. Sebastien was a loner and he preferred it that way, despite the girls that felt sooo sorry for him that he never got out. He didn’t get out because he didn’t want to.
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Post by may on May 1, 2010 9:27:15 GMT -5
may ANNA notte
[/size]  STONES TAUGHT ME TO FLY
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die[/center][/font] May would have been indifferent about this conversation had it been any other day, a year ago. She would have just talked to the boy, but the standard movie theatre food, gone to the movie, and gone home. She would not have been perplexed by his nature, she would not have been perplexed by his strange words, nor would she be too frightened to look up at his eyes. But things weren’t the same anymore, were they? No, things had changed, she had changed, and she was pretty sure that change was for the worst. She had changed into nothing good, nothing inviting, nothing fun. She was as exciting and joyful as a wet sack of flour. But really, she didn’t see how she could just pretend to be herself again. She had been screwed over by three boys and her parents were dead, and on top of that she didn’t have any friends because they all bullied her when she was little and then she just never made friends after that. So really, what good parts were there to her life? She was rich and could buy whatever she wanted? Maybe, but there was that old tried and true saying: money can’t buy happiness. The more the days progressed the more she realized this was true. She almost wanted to sell her big house and move into a tiny apartment, but she felt like that would be cutting off the last ties she had to her parents. She’d probably end up being one of those crazy cat ladies in the old house on the hill when she finally succumbed to aging. That would be awhile since she was blessed with her mother’s great skin, but when a person hit seventy or eighty, they tended to get a little bit weathered. Of course, at the present moment in time, May just looked like your average rich girl. Pretty, sweet, dressed nicely. There was a difference in her appearance than other people of her breed, however. Despite the fact if she smiled or dared to look at a person in the eyes, there was still something hidden behind her eyes. There was that horrible sense of despair, longing, sad lost hope. Nothing she could do and nothing anyone could say could erase those feelings that were trapped within her. She hated herself and she hated the world around her. Why did life have to turn out to be that way? Why did fate have to be so cruel? Surely she wasn’t a horrible person that deserved the bad hand she had been dealt in life. No matter how hard she searched for answers, she always came up blank.
May was distracted by her thoughts when the boy, Sebastien, spoke once more. She blinked, as if that was the action that would bring her back into the world she was currently oblivious to, and almost caught herself looking up at the boy’s face. Thankfully she didn’t and she remained casually enthralled by the theatre around them and the painfully boring lineup for food. May had to admit she thought that to be rather odd. What he was saying, she meant. “Really? That’s not so much a sport that you come across these days. No wonder it didn’t stick. Though isn’t it a boy thing to like to hit people with swords? Granted the sword things aren’t as nice as say, pirate swords, but then again the pirates these days are a great deal less impressive than the ones way back when,” [/color] she noted, unable to shut herself up before sounding too strange as usual. She was both blessed and cursed with that ability. On most days May would rather like to think it was a curse, but depending on who she was talking to, there were a few odd people odd there that would say it was a blessing. May would dare to disagree with them. “Then again if everyone around them sounds unintelligent, then they probably wouldn’t feel too bad. Maybe that’s why they do it,”[/color] she said with a nervous shrug. The collective intelligence of the human population had been in decline since the invention of mindless television shows. She was careful not to say since the invention of television because she firmly believed that was not the cause. It was mindless, stupid shows that turned the brains of the viewers into complete and utter garbage. Though really, after being in high school for those painful years, she did have to note that whenever the kids on the other end of the IQ stick started talking, she couldn’t help but want to block out whatever they had to say. It was really just boring pointless things that either made no sense or made sense but she wished they didn’t because they were just that pointless. Not to be mean or anything. She’d never say that out loud and she’d never tell them to shut up, but despite how she tried not to be mean or say harsh things to people, she couldn’t help but think it in her mind. “Yeah, no kidding,”[/color] she said for lack of a better thing to say. Honestly it didn’t seem all that expensive to her, but apparently it was. She suddenly felt bad. She was so privileged yet she hated her life so much right now. She was the type of girl that others criticized, wasn’t she? The ones who didn’t have money looked at her like she was a brat because she wasn’t happy. Maybe if they would take five seconds to walk in her shoes, they’d understand why she was so unhappy. They’d understand why money wasn’t everything and no matter how much you had of it, it couldn’t erase the pain that life put you through sometimes. Maybe that was why she didn’t like unintelligent people: they were always judging her wrong. May removed her smile and laugh when she noted that Sebastien was regarding her oddly. Okay, this was why she tried not to do either of those things. She never did them at the right moment, or she offended people somehow. See? The curse of the socially awkward smart girl struck again. She bit her lip uncomfortably and dropped her eyes to the ground. She willed herself to be invisible but frankly it wasn’t working. Darn her being human. If she was a vampire like the boy that got away, she might be blessed with a power, and that power might have been invisibility. But if that was the case, she’d probably be off slaughtering people rather than standing in line to see a movie, and frankly she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she killed someone. “Right, they won’t,”[/color] she said quietly, easily agreeing with Sebastien since she didn’t want him to start yelling at her or something for laughing. She hated being yelled at. It was one of the things that distressed her most in life. She didn’t feel like she ever did anything bad enough to be deserved to be yelled at. She was always trying to please people and make them happy. So, that’s what May would do at the current moment with the Sebastien boy, she’d quietly agree and pray that he didn’t get all mad at her. “No, we don’t really, though I think the world might be a little bland without those things,”[/color] she admitted. She would be able to live perfectly fine, but she doubted the general population would. It seemed like their lives revolved around those three things being there at their fingertips. Everyone was always plugged into their music things, watching sports on the television, or watching movies in their spare time. It was like no one picked up a book anymore unless it was some dumb book about sparkling vampires. “Oh, right, of course,”[/color] May said, blushing slightly, rather embarrassed. Obviously he was always a teenager. She felt incredibly dumb for pointing that out. She wanted to smack herself sometimes; she really never could say the right thing at the right time. “Oh, true,”[/color] she said, thinking about it for a moment. His description of a movie theatre sounded pretty accurate and made May try to remind herself why she was going there at all in the first place. Of course now she was starting to question it and it took her a moment to find out why. “You could have always just said no,”[/color] she said with an easy shrug. May didn’t understand why people always felt obligated to accept social invitations. She knew she didn’t and after her parents died she often said ‘no’ to people trying to get her out of the house. Then again, Sebastien seemed relatively normal, whereas May knew she was not normal in the slightest. “It’s not like people would hate you if you declined their invitation. Lying never hurt anyone. Well, white lies. Just say you’re busy next time or something,”[/color] she said. She felt the need to correct herself, seeing as how much lies had hurt her in the past. They were dangerous.[/size] what am I wearing? am i nude?
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Post by sebastien on May 12, 2010 19:09:34 GMT -5
you're questioning the answersof faith you put in me
Sebastien was starting to warm up to this girl. It was taking a lot longer than he would normally like, but he was starting to. It wasn’t easy for him to get to like people, though. They were all the same in his mind. Well, they weren’t the exact same. That would make them robots. Wouldn’t he be a robot, too, if that were the case? It was more or less that they all wore labels, whether intentional or not. There were very few people who stuck out in his mind. Even a lot of celebrities were all alike. It was rather embarrassing if you asked him. He would hate to be labeled, though he kind of was. He was the outsider he supposed. Actually, that wasn’t completely true. People were curious about him. He didn’t exactly seem normal or look like he fit in at all. Who could blame them for seeing him that way, though? Sebastien’s skin was so white bleach couldn’t get a sock that color. His eyes probably stood out most, too. They were a deep shade a red. That was something he was quite surprised he wasn’t asked about more often. People just assumed he wore contacts, though. So, he didn’t argue with them. He let them believe whatever they wanted to believe about him. Sebastien, though, was a mixture of things to people. He was intimidating. He was intriguing. Most people weren’t sure what to think about him. He stuck out like a sore thumb, though he really wasn’t the only one. There were dozens of other vampires around him. He could smell them, even in this building. He was never alone when it came to being the only vampire, not that he cared. It made it all that much more interesting. These humans standing around him, including the one he was talking to, had no clue just how much danger they were in on a daily basis. And vampires weren’t their only worries. There were werewolves, too, though they swore they were there to protect the humans. Sebastien had doubts of how honest and sincere that was that they were there for protection. Did some of them even really want to be werewolves? Well, they had a reason to want to protect humans, anyway. There were many vampires just like Sebastien out there, though he knew a lot them were “vegetarians” and thought it was wrong to kill humans. He actually wondered what was wrong with it himself. There were so many humans out there that just took up space, though he would never kill anyone that he knew had something to live for. It was more or less those homeless people that begged him for money when he was walking down the street.
If the truth were being told, Sebastien was a very judgmental person. He looked at most people and had an immediate opinion of them. This girl was one of those girls he really wasn’t so sure of. Still, after talking to May, he had no idea what to think about her. Part of him was bored by her, but that wasn’t to say anything about her, really. Everyone bored him. There was not one person in the world that he had met that was in any way interesting enough for him to maintain some sort of relationship with. People were not interesting in his eyes, not that he was the crowning jewel of the world. He wasn’t that self absorbed. He was pretty much boring, too. He never did anything. His life was spent working, moving, and hunting. There was hardly any time for anything else, though that wasn’t something that Sebasiten often complained about. He wasn’t a people person, not since the last girl he was interested in shot him down. He chuckled at her ramblings. He found them slightly amusing and not in a way to make fun of her. He found it sort of cute that she rambled, not that he was attracted to her that way. ”Well, boys prefer to hit things over poking them with swords, though if we had pirate swords we’d be more inclined to stab things,” he nodded decisively, ”But…yeah, I fenced when I was about twelve. I just didn’t find it as entertaining as my father. I was much more into baseball. That’s hard to believe looking at me now, right?” He ended with a shrug. Most people thought he was into witchcraft. He was mean, but not in that way. He would never put curses on people. It wasn’t his thing. But he was interested in sports at one time in his life. It was the only real way he could bond with his birth father. They never had anything in common, mostly because Sebastien was such an independent and strong willed kid. He never took no for an answer and went out of his way, almost killing himself if need be, to do the things he wanted to do. His father was quite the opposite and followed everything by the book. No wonder they butt heads a lot when he was growing up. They were so different, it was uncanny. You would almost think they weren’t related if they didn’t look so much alike. Another thing Sebastien prided himself on having that his father didn’t was a brain. His father was a very intelligent man, but Sebastien always knew how to outsmart him, just like teenagers today. ”I think that it’s so commonly misused that no one realizes how unintelligent it is anymore,” he shrugged again, ”To each his own, though.” The line moved forward a little and Sebastien followed suit, behind May of course. He heard her words, too, and sensed a bit of something behind them. She must have been one of those people that had money, not that he was going to judge her based on that. His family had money. So, he knew how it was to be in that position. He was clueless like that once, until the military kicked him into shape and made him glad he had what he had.
That didn’t mean he thought any less of May. It really wasn’t worth gathering an opinion about her when Sebastien was pretty sure they would never talk again. On top of that, it was just the way she was raised. He would never hold that against her. He was raised with money, though. His parents gave him everything. He wasn’t quite sure what taught him otherwise. He also wasn’t sure what made him hate the entertainment industry so much. It wasn’t like Sebastien wanted to be a writer. That was the last thing that kid ever wanted to be, actually. He was in the armed forces, though. He had a sense of the fact that celebrities overshadowed people who truly deserved the recognition for serious things, not making films or music. Don’t get him wrong. He loved both. In fact, music was very important to him because it gave him an outlet. He knew how to play a little guitar, though he never would have dreamed of singing. It was just, he hated the fuss that was put up over them. They weren’t that special. Maybe he had let that come across in the wrong way. May probably thought Sebastien was nuts, now, though it wouldn’t be a change from what most people thought about him. That was beside the point. ”Sorry,” he apologized to her. He realized he may come across as a bit angry, which wasn’t all that unusual, but he wasn’t angry at her. ”We would be pretty damn bored without entertainment, but I think the celebrities are highly over rated and we are charged too much for our entertainment.” He thought again, ”Don’t get me wrong, I can afford to waste money on concerts and movies, but that still doesn’t mean I want to pay thirteen dollars for a movie ticket when I can pirate it for free.” He really was a horrible person, wasn’t he? He was going on like this in front of May and didn’t even seem to care. ”Again, sorry. I just need to shut up at times, don’t I?” he gave her a friendly smile. He didn’t want to freak out anymore than he already had. Sebastien was really good at that sort of thing. It was no wonder he didn’t hang out with people often. Well, that was because he didn’t like people. It didn’t matter how that one was tossed. He was not a very sociable person. He laughed when he fed her that piece of advice, as if he didn’t know that. He had lived eighty-something years. He knew how to not go and hang out with people. He had just met his match. ”I did say no…a hundred times. It’s not like I can lie about work with him because we work together and I’ve used the ‘going out of time’ excuse so many times, that he bypassed everything and just showed up at my house and asked my parents if I could have one free night to hang out with him,” he chuckled, ”And here I am.” There was no way his parents would not let him stay at home after that. ”I guess, I should make the best of this evening. It could be worse. At least I like him ok.” That was truthful, and he would, just so no feelings were hurt.
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Post by may on Jun 5, 2010 18:59:11 GMT -5
MAY ANNA NOTTE
[/size] STONES TAUGHT ME TO FLY
LOVE TAUGHT ME TO LIE
LIFE TAUGHT ME TO DIE[/center][/font] Sometimes May couldn’t help but wonder about the thoughts that went through her head. After all, there were some pretty weird ones. There were the usual weird ones, like, ‘What would it be like to be a fish?’ That was one of the ones that occurred often in her mind. Really, it was a very good question. Do fish sleep? Do they talk? She was almost one hundred percent certain they did not talk but she wasn’t so sure about the whole sleeping question. They had to rest themselves somehow though, right? But they definitely didn’t talk. They communicated somehow, though she didn’t know how that was. Maybe they didn’t really communicate all that much. The most communication they really needed to do was ‘oh shit, run! Big fish coming to eat us little fish!’ and also ‘you there, have my fish eggs babies’. She really did not think it was a very complex way of life at all. Perhaps life WOULD be easier if she were a fish. Sure, she’d probably lose her family to the jaws of other, larger fish, but she would be a fish so she wouldn’t know any different. There wouldn’t be these crazy emotions that she would have to deal with. She wouldn’t have to deal with being ignored, being taken advantage of, being used and left behind by guys, being alone, being without her parents, being terrified to drive, being completely lost in life, and being afraid to look people in the eyes. Technically she wouldn’t even be living in the same world that she was living in at that moment. She’d be living under water somewhere completely far away from Forks. She could live in Australia or Spain or wherever it was her particular species lived. Yes, she would enjoy being a fish very much. It would be a much simpler life. Plus, when you’re a fish, you don’t have to worry about live. Like said before, you needed someone to help with the fishy egg babies, but that was about it. You didn’t even really need to do much with the fishy egg babies either. Kids were not in May’s plan but if she were a fish they probably would be. But at least she wouldn’t have to go through the awful childbirth that women went through. Could fish adopt fishy egg babies? She wondered if they did. If another fish got eaten and they had a little collection of eggs, did another fish come and take care of them for that fish? Maybe, though that would probably go under the whole communication thing that was very sketchy. Perhaps she needed to talk to a marina biologist about these things. May was a very intelligent person- despite her curiosity of fish life- but she didn’t know everything in the world. She’d be surprised if she could meet a single person that did know everything about everything. Their head must be completely throbbing. But, the point remained that May had very strange thoughts at many times of the day, and when she was around there was not some sort of weird exception. Nope, she was still thinking weird things. For a moment she almost thought he was a vampire like her ex-boyfriend. But who was she kidding? She was probably just going crazy.
Even though May was in fact intelligent, she sounded really dumb a lot of the time because she could never stop rambling. If the previous paragraph of May Mind Ramblings was not enough proof of that, one could just look at her conversation- or somewhat conversation; she was rather awkward- with Sebastien to see that she never knew when to shut up. Unfortunately she had learned that when you rambled a lot people tended to think it was because you didn’t have anything important to say in the first place so you just said a lot so that you would attempt to fool the other person into thinking that you were saying something worth listening to. She hoped that Sebastien was not getting the ditzy dumb girl impression from her, though her ramblings did not support her cause in the slightest. She frowned to herself when he laughed when she spoke. Damn it, he probably did think she was completely clueless. She was clueless when it came to social things, yes, but not completely clueless otherwise. May cracked a little bit of a smile despite herself. “No, to be honest, you don’t look like much of a sports guy,” [/color] she said. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t in shape. He had some sort of…strength, some sort of curious strength about him, but he didn’t seem like a guy that would be the first would to propose a game of ball- whatever sort of sport that involved a ball. “Somehow I think the world would be safer if they banished guns and brought back the good old fashioned pirate sword. After all, it’s a lot harder to hide a sword than it is a gun. And people could still defend themselves but there would be less need to,” she said. Okay, to the normal person she probably sounded like she was joking around. May was not joking around at all. She firmly believed that guns would cause less violence than guns would. Though if you were to throw in daggers into the mix, then maybe that statement would be revoked slightly. But to her, swords seemed like a good idea. You just run from the guy with a sword sticking out from his belt or from his back pack. The modern day gangster business would go completely extinct though, and there’d be a lot more people with scurvy. Oh well, these were sacrifices the world was just going to have to get used to. May scratched her head slightly and sighed. “That’s what I get for living here, I suppose,”[/color] she said. The accents some of these people had. When her parents travelled around the country sometimes they brought her along, but sometimes she would have no clue what someone was trying to say with her. The English language was so butchered. Back home in Italy there was no such butchering of their own language, except maybe with the people that lived on the streets, but there weren’t as many of those people as there were in North America. May dropped her chocolate brown eyes to the ground as she bit her lip slightly. She was nervous when she thought people were going to yell at her, but she was uncomfortable when people apologized to her. She just wasn’t good with that for some reason. It freaked her out. It might have something to do with the fact that she didn’t want people to apologize to her because it meant they had offended her in some way in the first place, and that wasn’t very good either. May nodded and looked around. “I bet you half of the people in here collectively make less in a year than what Johnny Depp made in his last movie,”[/color] she said, somewhat sadly. She didn’t want to include herself in that total because she had money- a lot of money- despite the fact that she never liked to flaunt it. The closest way she came to flaunting it was by the clothes she wore and the car she drove. But she only bought expensive clothing because she grew up like that and she didn’t like the feel and look of cheap clothes. And her car? Her car had been a gift from her parents. She wasn’t about to sell it just because some people would turn their noses down on it. “Yeah, though pirating is illegal,”[/color] she pointed out. “Though everyone does it,”[/color] she said and adverted her eyes slightly. Okay, so she had done it a few times herself. That’s what happened when you were too scared to leave the house after finding out your boyfriend- well, ex-boyfriend- was a vampire and that there were others out there. It wasn’t like they delivered movies to your door within five minutes of you wanting to watch one. May shrugged awkwardly and looked around. “I don’t mind,”[/color] she said and honestly she didn’t. He was a bit outspoken, but it was better than talking to her goldfish. That was her main source of interaction with another creature for the past month. Even though she was nervous around people talking to him wasn’t so bad. At least he had opinions and would stick behind them, rather than if she were talking to some mindless numb nut that didn’t know what they wanted from the world. “Oh, well, you can always use the girlfriend excuse,”[/color] she said easily. “I use it all the time. Well, the boyfriend excuse,”[/color] she quickly added, considering she didn’t bat for the other team. “Even if he does show up on your doorstep another night you could say you were waiting for your girlfriend to come over. Make her a figment of your imagination. Or use my name. I exist so technically he can’t tell you there isn’t a May out there. Just…bend the truth a little,”[/color] she said. May had become an expert at avoiding telling people the truth. She could write a book about it if her heart was actually in writing anymore. It wasn’t. “You could…”[/color] she said and looked at the slowly moving line. “Or you could leave?”[/color] she suggested, taking a small breath before looking up at her with her almost constantly nervous eyes. “We could go somewhere. Say that imaginary girlfriend of yours got mad that you ditched her on a date tonight. You could go over to him and I could look angry and you could tell him I’ll break up with you if you don’t take me on a date right this very second,”[/color] she suggested. No, she wasn’t trying to go on a date with him. Not in the slightest. She was trying to free him, that was it. The boy better not have gotten the wrong impression or she would be leaving him to his friend to suffer.[/size][/blockquote] any clothes? am i nude?
am I crazy? what’s in my head?
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