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Post by Holly Brown on Dec 15, 2008 15:52:18 GMT -5
Holly sat down on the floor indian legs. Her mind was a whirl of colors, feelings, emotions. She had officially lost it. "Go ahead. I am waiting," she whispered.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Dec 15, 2008 16:13:22 GMT -5
"Maybe you are mad," Ariel said softly, raising an eyebrow at the angry student storming away from the door he had slammed which was now swinging on its hinges. The air from the room was somewhat warm and welcome for Ariel, but he couldn't appreciate it with the nutter sitting on the floor a little way in front of him.
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Post by Holly Brown on Dec 15, 2008 20:38:36 GMT -5
Holly cocked her head to the side, and watched the man with her eyes. She pulled a small green envelope out of her robes pocket. She read the black letters, Atticus Brown, her father. Pulling the letter out, she read it once again.
Your fiancee will be there in the week.
Father
Holly shook her head and violently ripped the letter apart. She silently watched the pieces fall to the ground...
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 21:03:31 GMT -5
Kenneth walked through the corridor, oblivous to all others except himself. His mental disorders kept him that way, that is. However, he heard a deep voice, one tinted with an Australian accent - one that sounded vaguely familiar. "He-hello... there? Queensland... are you from?" Kenneth stuttered. He was never good with people. He and his patterns stayed close, and he never let anyone inside. "I myself am fom Sydney." He sat down in the corridor, a couple of metres from the girl and the young man.
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Post by Holly Brown on Dec 15, 2008 21:05:28 GMT -5
Holly looked up from her letter glaring at whoever had disrupted her self-pity fest. It was a young boy, maybe a year older than herself. He stuttered when speaking and something seemed... odd about him.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 21:10:43 GMT -5
Kenneth immediately noticed the girl that was looking at him... he never missed a face. But, following the instinct that had been driven into him years before, when he caught himself looking at the girl, he quickly turned around, walked about two metres away, and sat down, not facing her. He was never good around people, not only just girls.
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Post by Holly Brown on Dec 15, 2008 21:13:17 GMT -5
Holly frowned wondering why the boy had stood up and walked away. She shrugged her shoulders and got back up leaning against the stone walls. She kicked the remains of the letter and smiled, satisfied she had gotten her anger out. There was something strange about this boy, most definetely...
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Dec 15, 2008 21:17:36 GMT -5
"I hope you're planning on picking that up," Ariel said with his eyes hardening again. He stared at the pieces on the floor, his fingers itching in their places at his side. He didn't know what had made her spontaneously decide to tear up a letter, but he definitely wasn't going to pick it up. No, he wasn't going to pick it up, even if the trash had to stay on the floor.
Then, another guy came up, and he rolled his eyes. "Holy hell, I'm not putting up with this," he said, then pushed away from the wall and, shaking his head, walked down the corridor.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 21:20:28 GMT -5
Kenneth heard the Australian man's voice again. However, he just continued sitting there, listening in on the girl and boy's conversation. It was quite interesting, to his mind. He enjoyed listening to other's talk... he just didn't enjoy talking himself.
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Post by Holly Brown on Dec 15, 2008 21:21:04 GMT -5
"Eventually," Holly shrugged. She continued to study the other boy curiously. She wanted him to speak again, or do something. She was determined to find out what was different about him. "Seems like we have a party in here. All three of us. How happy," she frowned.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 21:22:49 GMT -5
Kenneth just continued his silence. He didn't want to talk to anyone... he was busy counting the stones that made up the corridor floor. He noticed that there were 121 in each square metre of corridor. Turns out that that means there are 11 stones to each metre... strangely, that means that they were one stone off from one stone per decimeter.
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Post by Holly Brown on Dec 15, 2008 21:28:16 GMT -5
"What are you doing," Holly asked raising an eyebrow at the boy. She stood up and slid over to him watching his eyes go from one place to the next. Was he...counting the stones? Her eyes widened as she realized he must be nuts.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 21:30:44 GMT -5
"Yeah... uh huh... yeah...." Kenneth mumbled back to the girl. He was immersed in his countings. He needed to be sure that his 121 count was on the mark, because if it wasn't, it would be so much simpler if there were 100 per square metre, because than there would be an even one stone per decimeter. Turns out that an even odder number happened to be the true value - one hundred nineteen stones per square metre.
"That frustrates me..." He said to himself, having forgotten that the girl was next to him.
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Post by Holly Brown on Dec 15, 2008 22:08:17 GMT -5
Holly raised her eyebrows, forehead crunching up. "May I ask what you are doing?" Holly tapped her foot impatiently on the ground awaiting a reply. She inhaled deeply thinking back over her previous encounter with the man. She defenitely needed to apologize.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 22:11:32 GMT -5
"Ermm... counting the stones that make up the corridor," Kenneth said in his slightly Sydney-esque accent. "They aren't an even number... 119 per square metre."
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