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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 18:12:02 GMT -5
Derek chuckled, calming a bit as no voices returned to his twisted head. "Mm I know the feeling. Believe me it only gets better from there." School-wise, maybe not always life-wise. Obviously. He scratched at the stubble aling his jaw. "It's definitely something I don't miss."
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 18:19:03 GMT -5
"The school's filled with girls in short skirts who want the D, stuck up cunts, and guys whose only thought is on pussy." I agree, chuckling bitterly. I lean back in my grass, putting my arms behind my head as I look up at the sky. I didn't know why I was so comfortable around Derek, but I tended to do better with people that weren't my own age.
"Then again, college will probably be the same." I add with a soft sigh, biting my lower lip. There really was no escaping the cliques and the rumors.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 18:23:25 GMT -5
Derek tilted his head, watching her before gkancing up at the sky. The sight was soothing. "Mm, that depends on where you go, who you hang out with." He shrugged. "I was never a social butterfly though. Stuck to myself." He still did. And it wasn't always that he'd had a choice either.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 18:27:10 GMT -5
"I don't really... hang out with people." I reply, shrugging my shoulders as well as I could while laying down. I cross my converses over each other, closing my eyes for a moment. "I prefer books and poetry to people, quite honestly." I add, sitting up and pushing my hair from my face as I looked over at Derek. My eyes run over him for a minute before I look away. I didn't really know what to make of him, honestly.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 18:31:03 GMT -5
Derek dropped his gaze from the sky to the grass thoughtfully for a moment. "Yeah?" He murmured to show that he was still listening. "Hey, not everyone likes being in the in crowd. Besides, books are always good." Not that he could focus on teading for long periods of time. "I used to enjoy poetry. After school I'd curl up alone and read for a few hours whenever I could. When I graduated college though, I started ah, just busying my life with work."
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 19:25:36 GMT -5
"Yeah." I reply, nodding a bit as I pick at the grass around me. "I'm distantly related to Edgar Allan Poe." I state randomly, looking up at Derek fora moment before looking back down. I'd say that whenever and to whoever I could- it was like a bragging right to me. It was pretty awesome to be able to say I was related to one of the best poets ever.. through an aunt twice removed on my cousins side or something like that, but, still.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 20:21:01 GMT -5
"Yeah?" An actual, crooked smile lit up his serious features. "That's really cool." Derek stretched his legs out a bit and leaned back, supporting his weight on his palms. "So do you write poetry too?"
He didn't want to seem creepy, but he was enjoying talking to a younger female who was so reserved, didn't expect anything of him.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 30, 2013 15:41:33 GMT -5
A genuine grin crosses my face as he smiles and I nod a bit, pushing my black hair over my shoulder. I cross my legs, plopping my chin into the palm of my hand, my gaze on Derek's face. "Yeah, but its really nothing compared to his.. I don't write drunk." I reply, a soft chuckle escaping me.
I absently look down, tying a blade of grass as the night wind blew around us. A slight shiver races up my spine- maybe wearing a cut top wasn't the best idea.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 30, 2013 17:41:53 GMT -5
Derek chuckled. "I'm sure they're fantastic." He was so different around one person compared to many..
Noticing her shiver, he slipped out of his leather bike jacket, muscles becoming that much more revealed as he offered it out. "It's cold out at night anymore. Maybe you should find a warmer place to hang out. And a safer one too." Eyebrows rose in mock challenge. "Hell I could have been some creep out to kidnap you." Pausing a moment, he shook his head, smirked. "I probably am a creep huh?"
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 30, 2013 18:05:10 GMT -5
I blink as he shrugs out of his ajcket before offering it out to me. A hand reach out to take it from him before I slip it on, drawing my knees up to my chest. The thing was huge on me, but it was warm. "Thank you." I mumble, picking at my nails. A wry grin crosses my face as Derek speaks and I shrug my shoulder, raising my eyes back up to his face.
I raise my eyebrows as he spoke and I shrug my shoulders. "You're really.. buff, but you don't seem like a creep.. just.. I don't know." I say before finally shrugging my shoulders. I couldn't really get a read on him.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 30, 2013 18:10:38 GMT -5
"No problem."
Derek chuckled, the sound a but off that time, almost disappointed in himself. "I work out and I work." He shrugged. "Not the mist interesting life, but I'm not a people person.." He literally didn't think there was anyone he could even call a friend if someone were to ask. Because that was all he did. Or hung out alone, really.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 30, 2013 18:36:30 GMT -5
"I feel you." I agree, nodding as I set my chin on my knees. "All I do is go to school, write, read and wander around at night." I say, shrugging a bit as I look down at my feet. I didn't really know what to say to him, other than the truth. I felt like I didn't have to constantly worry about what he was thinking of me, or what he'd say.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 30, 2013 18:39:41 GMT -5
Derek sighed, nodded. The breeze picked up again and he glanced up at the sky. Hopefully it wouldn't rain, he hated driving in the rain.
"And I got some kid living with me. Which is weird. You probably go with him too."
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 30, 2013 18:57:54 GMT -5
"Yeah? I hang with my twin brother, Osric, too. If I don't know him, he probably does.." I reply, nodding a bit as I look up at the sky. "We're total opposites, he's really outgoing and has ADHD, I'm antisocial and have insomnia." I add, not even noticing that I'd let my condition slip. I was more focused on why I was talking so much. I never went on like this.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 30, 2013 19:02:09 GMT -5
"Yeah? Just labels though hm? We are who we are..can't help it." He almost told her he heard coices but well..he wasn't ready to cross that line. "I don't wanna be like, creepy or anything, but if you uh..want.. My place is warmer. And I'm a damn good cook.." He smiled awkwardly. "I could take you home when you nee to be back.."
'Dumbass.'
'You always fuck things up.'
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