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Post by Lydia Rose on Oct 22, 2008 16:41:27 GMT -5
Lydia slid into the kitchen, dressed from head to toe in solid black, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Getting into this place had been a lot easier than she had guessed. Some kid had left their window cracked and she had simply slid in as a cat and hidden until night fell. She had expected to be seen or at least noticed in some way, but she thankfully hadn't. Knowing that they housed so many students - and thus had to have enough food for all of them - had made it worth any risk. She felt like she was starving, which not eating for a day or two could do to you. Yes, she could hunt, but it wasn't so easy in the city and the effort made her that much more exhausted.
Cracking the fridge open, her eyes grew wide at everything in it. She quickly pulled out a slice of cold cheese pizza and a bottle of beer beer and shut the door quietly, afraid the light may attract someone. Tearing a mouthful of the pizza off the slice, she chewed quickly and popped the top off the beer. She couldn't fight down the feeling that someone was going to walk in at any moment and find her. Maybe she'd be lucky enough that they wouldn't notice she wasn't from the school, but she doubted that. Her head turned toward the door as she heard a noise in the hall.
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Post by conscious on Oct 24, 2008 23:57:10 GMT -5
He figured that this late at night, everyone would be in bed. He was suppose to be in bed as well. His head was throbbing though, he couldn't sleep in that room with his roommates. Their dreams tortured him every second he lay in his bed, he had to sit up and get his headphones. He was yelled at by a feral boy in his room for turning music on, because then he couldn't sleep. Now Hayden wondered the halls with his headphones down low, playing some random song. He wasn't paying attention to lyrics or genre. He put his head phones on the base of his neck when he entered the hallway to the kitchen. It was quiet in there for some reason.
The boy straightened his glasses and straightened out his white tank-top, currently dressed in his pajamas. He wasn't even wearing shoes even though, in the kitchen, he probably should have been. He entered taking a bottle of Advil out his pajama bottom pockets and approaching the fridge before cringing as a new voice appeared in his head. "Who's there?" He asked in a low voice rubbing his head, not even quite able to open his eyes.
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Post by Lydia Rose on Oct 25, 2008 15:48:47 GMT -5
Lydia took a quick drink from the bottle, watching the boy as he entered the kitchen. She could see him clearly from the light that filtered in, though she wasn't sure if he could see her. It had been so long since she had "normal" eyesight she had forgotten what it was like. She studied him quickly, from his glasses to his headphones to the fact that he hadn't even put on shoes. He had to be a student here, though why he was up this late she couldn't fathom.
At his question she couldn't help but smile. Why did everyone ask that? If she wanted him to know who she was she would have introduced herself already. Still, she had better answer his question. "Me, of course," she replied quietly, noting by his actions that he either had a hangover or a headache. She'd be nice and go with the latter. She quietly placed the bottle back down and took a small bite of the pizza. "And obviously you are you. Now that the introductions are out of the way, why are you lurking around here so late?" Quite the question for her to ask, but he couldn't possibly know that she didn't belong here.
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Post by conscious on Oct 25, 2008 22:53:57 GMT -5
"Just getting something to drink." He replied shoving his hand back into his pocket with the advil in it. He shuffled his feet a bit before realizing that the voice wasn't one that he recognized. "I should ask you the same question." He peered over and rubbed his eyes a bit. She was notably shorter then him and also seemed older. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked, now would be a great time for him to be able to read her mind but he was still in a lot of pain.
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Post by Lydia Rose on Oct 26, 2008 12:41:26 GMT -5
Lydia purred with amusement at his question. He sounded almost like he was scolding her, and that certainly hadn't happened in a while. Come to think of it, this was probably the longest conversation she'd had in months. "I'm more of a night person. Less of you kids running arond," she replied. It was interesting to call him a kid, considering he seemed at least a half a foot taller than her, but he was definately younger. A part of her wanted him to just get his drink and go so she wouldn't get discovered, but another part of her found she actually missed talking to someone. As long as he didn't pry too much, she guessed it wouldn't be too bad to be around him. At least until she had to leave.
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Post by conscious on Nov 6, 2008 12:03:31 GMT -5
"Oh." He nodded to that as he scuffled over and picked a soda out of the fridge, he pretended to cough so he could slip the pain pills into his pocket, then quickly took a sip to get them down his throat and then beat his chest slightly. "Ugh, allergies." He lied with a smile. It would be at least thirty minutes before his head would start to numb, which was unfortunate. "So, how long have you been at Xavier?" He asked as he went and took a seat on a bench waiting for his head to get better.
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Post by Lydia Rose on Nov 10, 2008 12:11:02 GMT -5
Lydia nodded at his explaination, though a quick sniff told her he had just taken Advil. Maybe he had a headache from allergies. Who was she to judge him? She was the one who was breaking in here. Any lie he told her was nothing when held against how much she was lying just by standing here. "Not very," she replied. "Feels like I just got here." Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. "You?" she questioned before taking the last bite of her pizza and sitting down on one of the stools around the counter.
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