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Post by Amissio Despero on Oct 30, 2013 18:29:57 GMT -5
Amissio staggered from the bathroom, wiping carefully at his lips and popping a strip of gum into it.
Blonde hair, recently bleached, fell across his face and he brushed it away, ready to hide the rest of lunch away in the auditorium writing lyrics. He usually forced food down for those around him, retched it up, and went there. Not neccesarily to hide from everyone, but because he liked the quiet where he could rehearse his lyrics without feeling like a complete fool.
His stomach groaned at him and he frowned, knew his loss of weight had been even more noticeable lately. But with staying at Derek's, the guy wasn't there to get on him about eating in the first place.
He hauled himself onto the edge of the stage, kicking his feet and humming as he fished for his notebook.
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Post by Alaska Collins on Oct 30, 2013 18:49:45 GMT -5
'attention whore'
'such a slut'
'i bet she cuts and shows them to people'
The last one caught me by surprise. I was used to the insults, about why I'd dyed by hair blue and white. Only the last one hit on the truth.. only I didn't show them to people. I was on my way back to my seat near the wall outside at lunch but my feet lead my towards the doors and I walk back inside, going swiftly down the hallway as I wipe at my eyes.
Who the fuck had said that? I hadn't been looking, and they were probably just making assumptions, but.. it scared me. If anyone found out I'd be send to some hospital or something. I push open the doors to the auditorium, wanting to just hide from the world.
I sniffle, looking down at my feet as I climb the stairs, not noticing the guy until I was up on stage, my eyes landing on his face as I stop.
outfit: click herr
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Post by Amissio Despero on Oct 30, 2013 18:59:00 GMT -5
Amissio lifted his head and fell silent as the door opened. Curious eyes trailed after the sniffling girl and she made her way onto the stage without seeming to notice he was there.
When she paused, he frowned. "Why are you crying? People being dickwads?" He stood up, fishing around, and found a little package of tissues in his bag, approaching and offering them out with a slight smile. He'd seen her around before.
"Can I give you a hug?" He murmured softly, unphased by his forwardness.
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Post by Alaska Collins on Oct 30, 2013 19:05:20 GMT -5
I blink as he speaks, his accent catching ym attention. British. I dont' speak, just a ghost of a nod moving my head up and down. I wanted to leave. I wanted to be alone. I blink as he stands, holding out a package of tissues to me. I take them, pulling one out to dab at my eyes before my eyes meet his face again.
"Mmmhm." I mumble, opening my arms to him. I did want a hug. My arms close around him and I rest my head on his shoulder, blue hair falling around my face. What was this? I usualy hated people, but a hug. It was nice. I hadn't had a hug in.. ages.
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Post by Amissio Despero on Oct 30, 2013 19:09:47 GMT -5
Amissio smiled, hugging her tight to his thin frame. He rested his chin on the top of her head, sighing. "I'm Amissio. But people call me Vee 'cos it's easier," He drawled absently. "And not as sad."
Pausing to kiss the top of her head, he straightened a bit and held her at arms length. "Don't let those sluts get to you hon."
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Post by Alaska Collins on Oct 30, 2013 19:14:29 GMT -5
He was thin. That was one of the first things my mind really processed about him, but them he's talking and the thought is pushed out of my head. "I'm Alaska." I mumble, fiddling with Vee's hair absently. A sniffle escapes me and I look down, not wanting to meet his gaze. He probably thought I was some sort of creep, he didn't even know me.
I shrug a bit as he speaks, pulling back and pushing my white and blue hair from my face. "You have nice hair." I mumble lamely, my eyes meeting his and I offer him a small smile.
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Post by Amissio Despero on Oct 30, 2013 19:18:26 GMT -5
"Thanks." He gave her a lopsided grin. "I like yours too. Loving the blue." He twised a strand of her hair around his finger then let go and plopped back down where he'd been sitting.
Lying back, he stretched out lazily and held his notebook up to read what he'd written so far, reachig to pull his shirt back down where it had startedto ride up.
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Post by Alaska Collins on Oct 30, 2013 19:34:26 GMT -5
I grin a bit as he tells me that he likes my hair, too."Thanks." I reply softly, watching as Vee sat back down. I pause for a moment before sitting beside him, drawing my knees up to my chest. "What're you reading?" I ask curiously, raising my eyebrows at him. I didn't want to be nosy..
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Post by Amissio Despero on Oct 30, 2013 20:28:07 GMT -5
"Lyrics I wrote. I dunno..." He grew sheepish, finally offered the spiral out to her. "Does this sound good?" He loved writing, and singing, but he usually did it in private.
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Post by Alaska Collins on Oct 31, 2013 16:53:22 GMT -5
I nod a bit as he replied that they were lyrics, a strand of blue hair falling into my face. I blink as Vee offers his notebook out and I reach out to take it from him, stretching my legs out as my eyes skimmed that page. "They're good." I state, turning the page.
I was surprised that he'd handed it to me, but I was grateful. Maybe I wasn't such a freak after all.
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Post by Amissio Despero on Oct 31, 2013 18:58:27 GMT -5
Amissio smiled the slightest bit. "Thanks.." He murmured. "I usually don't like showing them to people but hey, what the hell." He shrugged as best he could in his position, yawning.
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Post by Alaska Collins on Nov 1, 2013 17:16:04 GMT -5
"Yeah? I must be special then." I reply, reaching over to poke him playfully, a ghost of a smile gracing my face. I close his notebook to hand it back to him, not wanting to read anymore if it made him uncomfortable. "Why're you in here?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at Vee curiously. I hoped that it wasn't some big fiasco that he didn't want to talk about, or else I jsut fucked things up.
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Post by Amissio Despero on Nov 1, 2013 18:38:15 GMT -5
Amissio giggled faintly at the poke on the nose, and rolled onto his side to gaze at her thoughtfully as she asked a question. "Because I prefer hanging around alone, or with one or two people over a huge group." He shrugged. And because there was nobody there to hudge when he didn't eat. There was nobody there to bully him, call vulgar names. He rarely let on that those things bothered him though. They usually went into the lyrics, or the purges, or the tears at night. Oterwise he faced it with a smile and a snarky joke.
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Post by Alaska Collins on Nov 1, 2013 21:15:42 GMT -5
"Agreed." I reply, nodding a bit as I draw my knees up to my chest after Vee takes his notebook back. "I... I don't really have friends, either, so maybe that's part of it." I mumble softly, resting my chin on my knees, my white and blue hair falling in a curtain around my downcast face. I didn't really get why I had to be made fun of- why couldn't they just turn on each other?
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Post by Amissio Despero on Nov 1, 2013 21:50:21 GMT -5
Amissio coughed, reaching over to play with her fingers. "I'll be your friend.." He insisted softly. "We can go shopping and stuff." He smiled at her brightly, rolling onto his back again with a grunt.
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