Dex Doppler
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"Thanks. I have a lot to offer anatomically-astrotonomy-ASTRONOMICALLY." *facepalm*
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Post by Dex Doppler on Oct 6, 2012 23:05:02 GMT -5
(September 4th, between classes open to the...less popular of students :3)
Dex thumbed his way through a textbook, studying madly before the shining light of the sun which poured in from the windows. Dex was hiding. It wasn't like he didn't like his roommate, quite the contrary, but sometimes one just had to be alone.
ESPECIALLY when you were hiding from a bully like Morgan.
He keep peaking around the bookcases, lifting his glasses and trying to see if she crept around the corner. She'd proved to be his bully. And damnit if his bully wasn't younger...and a friggin' girl. He breathed out and returned to his book. He just wanted to study, maybe make a friend or two. But not get picked on.
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Post by Sienna Bell on Oct 7, 2012 13:04:14 GMT -5
Creeping down the hallways was young, brown haired girl with her bag hung over her shoulder. She was, to tell the truth, very displeased with herself. She kept avoiding everyone, not because she was afraid that she wouldn’t like them, no, but because her nerves simply went ballistic. Sienna was far above of grateful to know that her roommate was nice. How would it be to live with someone like… that girl who was picking on that boy during the fire drill? Morgan, was it? Well, that would… that would surely be horrible. Scary, even.
Come on, Sienna. What’s the big deal? You just go and… and… make friends! Stop being such a pessimist, she told herself and glanced behind her. She didn’t see anyone, and in a way she was glad. Well, what happened to your plan, being cool this year and all that? Sienna asked herself and sighed. I guess plans are just made to fail. I can’t do it. …No. But I can! Of course I-
And just then Sienna came across to a young boy. The very same boy she’d seen that Morgan girl bully during the fire drill, it seemed. Stopping on her tracks, the shy girl just looked at Dex, swallowing hard. …Yep. I can’t do it. “Uh. Um, I… Well, uh, hi?” she laughed nervously and scratched her neck.
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Post by Amadi Dearly on Oct 27, 2012 14:36:00 GMT -5
Amadi wondered disinterestedly between the library's shelves, not really paying attention to he surroundings. Mostly, the deformed youth just wanted an excuse to get away from his freaking neurotic roommate for a few hours. He didn't dislike Milo, not especially - he was nice enough, for a boy; nicer than any of his own gender he'd known back in the orphanagem at any rate - although he was jealous that they other boy had managed to come out with no physical indication of his incestuous parentage. It just wasn't fair. They were both the kids of Lucky and one of his sisters... why, then, was Milo outwardly perfect while he was cursed with a stump for his left arm? Every time Amadi looked at his roommate, he was reminded of his own mishapeness, and that was only causing his depression to grip him deeper.
Why did he even bother with life?
Amadi sighed, failing to dismiss the thoughts as he continued walking. As was usual for him, the youth was still clad in his Academy uniform - he didn't know if anyone else wore it around as much as he did, usually being too caught up in his own misery to notice -, the tie not entirely straight, his single hand clenched deep in his pocket, his posture slouched forward so that his long, dark hair fell to partially obscure his vision. It was this that caused him to run into the other two students in the library right then.
Quite literally, in fact. Amadi hadn't even realised he wasn't alone until he walked straight into someone, sending them both sprawling. In a useless reflex gesture, Amadi threw out his stump to catch his fall, which short as it was did little good and still left him with his face planted into the floor. For a moment, Amadi didn't respond, just contemplated the futility of getting back up. Still, he'd guessed he'd better check who he'd hit, so the long-haired youth rolled onto his back, glancing across at the figure he'd collided with.
"...my mistake," he apologised unenthusiastically, staring at the other person's knees instead of their face.
(ooc: Either of you can be the one Amadi knocked over, I don't mind who)
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Post by Sienna Bell on Nov 1, 2012 10:49:02 GMT -5
Sienna looked nervously at Dexter’s shoes, trying to think of what to say. She didn’t want to send rest of her time in this school alone, did she? The only option was to get to know other people. Just as Sienna was about to ask Dexter what he was reading to start some sort of conversation, someone ran into her. The loosing of balance caused her falling on her back onto the floor.
“…my mistake.”
As Sienna scrambled hurriedly up onto her feet, rubbing a sore spot on her back which she had fallen onto, she shook her head quite feebly. “I-it’s okay, it didn’t hurt.” A lie, but that boy didn’t need to know that. Sienna moved to lean against the wall while watching Amadi. The stump of an arm was quite noticeable, and Sienna truly felt bad for the boy. It must be difficult to live with one hand… She kind of wished she could help him. “But, um, y-you didn’t get hurt, did you?”
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Post by Amadi Dearly on Nov 2, 2012 15:12:18 GMT -5
The fact that she was showing concern didn't really surprise Amadi. Girls often felt sympathy for him, he'd noticed this back in the orphanage - while boys generally just mocked his missing limb - so mostly he just shrugged her words off. "No, I'm... alright." Alright. He internally shook his head at his stupid word choice. Yeah, he was alright... if you didn't count his ever-present depression, that he frequently felt the world would be a better place in general if he wasn't in it, and his ever-obvious missing limb. The fact that he'd just smacked face-first into the floor wasn't something he really even counted, although his jaw did smart a bit.
"My hair was in my eyes," he offered by way of an excuse, halfheartedly pushing it back from his face. Of all the dumb ways to make an entrance... It wasn't often Amadi felt like an idiot - he would feel pathetic, useless, a waste of life, a failure and any number of other similar ways, but very rarely co0mpletely stupid - but he did right now. He scratched beneath his collar with his single hand, thinking he should probably just make his excuses and continue moping, but couldn't help but feel that right now doing so would only make him seem like he was trying to avoid the accident he'd unintentionally caused. So for the moment he simply lingered where he was.
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