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[ZOEY ELIZABETH NELSON]

Zoey was sitting alone at a table farther away from the bulk of the crowd. Not only that, but she was sitting at the farthest edge of the table at the corner of the dining hall. She had just gotten her meal, and was now neatly making sure the food was in its own spot and not touching the other food. Her face was expressionless as she worked. Beside her trey lay a sketch books; straight, and neatly opened to a blank page, and a pencil lay dead center of the page. On the other side of the trey a small pile of napkins and eating utensils. Along with the top of the trey was her hourly bottle of water, milk which she had gotten with her meal, and on a neatly folded napkin, an apple.

Once the food was in order, she opened her milk and took two small sips before she placed it back exactly where it had been. Before the girl even began eating, she picked up her pencil and began sketching. Zoey never knew what it was that she was when she began, but she'd know when she was through. She only interrupted her drawing enough to take small proportionate bites of her pizza; neat and small bites. Once she was finished with the first she would move to the other, but never would she eat more than one at a time.

The girl knew, despite her slowly wanting to change, that she was being particularly compulsive today. She stopped momentarily to put her head phones in, she then began listening to the music on her iPod as she went about her normal routine. Drawing, eating, drinking, drawing, just to do it all again. She was being particularly compulsive this day, but she wasn't feeling well, and needed to feel in control of something because she felt she was slipping away.

Honestly, she felt like she was going to explode. Zoey began to close her sketch book to put it in her shoulder bag, then she stood, with her iPod in the pocket of her vest -- the wires hanging from her ears, and threw her food and Styrofoam trey into the trash. Normally she wasn't keen on wasting food, and she hardly ever left without finishing her meal... Zoey had her bag draped over her shoulder as she began to leave the dining hall. When she was about to exit, she collided with another boy and was sent stumbling before she regained balance.

Moving her hand softly to her face, she moved her tousled hair out of her eyes and began to speak softly, "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I can be so clumsy sometimes." She smiled as kindly as possible to the person before her, waiting for the person to accept her apology. Typical Zoey, being so absentminded and clumsy.

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476 // open // so clumsy and compulsive

[ATTICUS ESTHER REINOEHL]

Between Dietrich's busy schedule and Finn's flighty nature (meaning, being distracted by girls), Atticus found himself alone more often than he would prefer. Sure, he put up a tough front and pretended that he liked being alone, but he wondered if anyone really preferred to be solitary. After all, wasn't that the point of cellphones, instant messaging, even websites: to keep a person connected to society. Hell, even television was designed to make a person feel less lonely.

He sighed and checked his cellphone. No new messages. Well, he wasn't surprised. Dietrich was probably in class, and he knew his brother was a stickler for rules. He was always such a goody-goody. Now, if Atticus had been in class with him, he assumed it would probably be very different. Dietrich and Finn always acted so different when they were with him as opposed to when they were alone.

At least, so he had been told. Well, whatever. He scowled and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He was too upset to really pay attention to where he was going. That was what led him to walking straight into a girl he didn't know. He stumbled back- apparently she was apologizing to him, which was strange, he thought. Hadn't it been his fault?

"It's okay." he found himself speaking before he remembered his vow of silence. Well, shit. Maybe it was because he finally had his brother back again that had him so 'chatty'. Well, that was an interesting thought now wasn't it? He was surprised by himself... but perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing. Wasn't he just thinking to himself how much he hated being alone? "Are you... alright?"

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TAG - Zoey
WORDS - 369
NOTES - A meeting?
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[ZOEY ELIZABETH NELSON]

Zoey stood straight, and then looked at the person she had bumped into. First she made sure the person was alright and not going to fall before she looked at his face. She assumed it was a boy simply because they were firm like a boy, even though she felt awkward noting that when she had bumped into them. Only moments later when she realized who she had bumped into did her cheeks start to warm and her heart skip a beat. Though, it was not the boy she had intended a goal to speak with, it happened to be his brother. She had learned all this on her own because she really did intend on speaking to them one day, but she hadn’t expected for it to happen solely by pure accident, and she certainly hadn’t intended on speaking with this one first. She admires him for his silence; he was intimidating, thus she wanted to speak to the other first. The girl couldn’t take her eyes off his face; she just couldn’t believe this boy was standing right in front of her. And… and speaking? Had she made him break his vow?

At first she hesitated, and stuttered as she began to speak. “I-I’m alright yes. Uhm… Are you alright?” She looked at him, her eyes covered with concern for the older boy she had bumped into. “I didn’t mean to bump into you, I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was walking,” she said nervously, “Normally I pay attention.” She smiled at him, hoping this wouldn’t be awkward for either of them. He probably didn’t know who she was, or why she was acting so strange… And that may have been a good thing on Zoey’s part seeing as how if he knew she’d probably be classified as the strange girl who was honestly too curious about their group. She just wanted to badly to fit in with some people, and for some reason she always had hoped, when she first saw them, to hopefully hang with that group. They had seemed so free compared to her compulsive and in control side of life.

From his point of view, she could imagine herself looking like a doe-eyed idiot. She was just in awe at her luck, as she would classify this… meeting? She felt inclined to introduce herself, even though she knew he would probably forget who she was. Switching the hand her drumsticks were in, she extended her left hand to him – always taught to be formal when introducing oneself – “I’m Zoey Nelson.” She smiled kindly at the boy before her. She knew all of their names, Atticus, the one before her, Dietrich, his brother, and Finn, their mutual friend. Though some of these she had learned through this year, she was finally able to put names to faces, instead of just having their names and no idea what they looked like. Well, she had an idea, but they were a little different than she had thought.

She couldn’t help but find herself thinking that Atticus was actually a very pretty boy.

517 // atticus // she's freaking

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[ATTICUS ESTHER REINOEHL]

She spoke just a little fast for his tastes, but at least she wasn't speaking a lot. He just watched her as she pulled herself together or at least attempted to. Well, at least she was okay. He didn't smile back, per say, but he wasn't frowning, either. he was just watching her with mild interest until she introduced herself. Zoey... Zoey.... no, the name didn't ring a bell with him.

"Atticus." he responded shortly. He didn't feel polite enough to give her his last name in return. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude, he just wasn't making the extra effort. He didn't need her to like him to feel validated or anything, not like most of this school seemed to. "So what are you in for?" he spoke of the school as if it were a prison as opposed to the sanctuary it was for some.

It wasn't as if he actually thought it was caging him in. After all, there were plenty of reasons he loved Lux Lucis- his brother being there was one of them. But it appeared that phyiscal proximity wasn't going to be fixing their deeper issues anytime soon. At least it was a bandaid, something to ease the wound before it continued to fester... it wouldn't fix it, but it would keep everything safe until they could deal with it.

He stopped thinking about his brother to focus on the girl in front of him. He hoped she hadn't said anything else important because he hadn't been paying close attention.

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TAG - Zoey
WORDS - 346
NOTES - ZOEEEEYYYY
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[ZOEY ELIZABETH NELSON]

Zoey had calmed her nerves upon meeting the boy the more she stood in his presence. He was much less intimidating up close, and when he was talking. Honestly he seemed kind of pleasant, but that could be slightly because he was trying to put on a show for her. Of course, Zoey wasn’t one to judge before she got to read the contents of the book. The Dietrich’s were a pair of books she had wanted to read for a long time, in the most innocent thinking as possible. They seemed like such a good pair together. Zoey smiled at the boy before her.

“Drumming,” she answered softly. “Percussion is what I’m trying to better myself at. It’s something I’ve been interested in since I was little.” She smiled again, holding her drumsticks in her hand after she had pulled them from her back pocket; a detail she had almost forgotten. She smiled nervously, she always got this funny feeling when she told people that because not many ever suspected a girl, much less her, playing the drums. Although it was something she had grown quite talented at because of her ritual practice sessions with her father ever since he had introduced drumming into the house.

“Yourself?” She looked into his face curiously; not wanting to make full on eye contact with the boy for fear her nerves would get the better of her again. Inside Zoey was hoping that Atticus and she could become friends but that was probably a long stretch since they were so different. He was so free with his personality and action while she was closed off and compulsive. But a girl could dream, could she not?

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283 // atticus // at least her nerves passed
sorry it's been so long, exams and all.