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Post by ASHLEY VINCENT MICHAELS on Mar 28, 2011 22:28:39 GMT -5
 
Wasting time in this little cafe, well 'technically' he was working on school work with the papers laid out in front of him on the table. He would get the work done before it was due, that was for sure, but right now it was just an excuse to keep people at bay while he was out in public. Since most seemed to think he was "too young" to be out on his own in the little city because evidently no one around here could contemplate the fact that some people were short, fucking idiots.
The short blond scribbled on the paper some more before pushing it away from him. Ugh, seriously why couldn't school and nonsense like this be for he lesser people of the world? He could think of hundreds of things more worth his time then this work which was just pushing off said work more and more with each new idea.
He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee as he looked around the small place. Honestly, this place was smaller than his room back home. All this useless work was just making his mood worse and worse, so instead now he was down too people watching.
His legs crossed tailor-style in the small booth he occupied as he watched other people. Some passed by, some came in for something then left, and then others were sat around the small place like he was. Ashley was so close to smashing his head into the table top for some kind of amusement, but that would not work for his image so it couldn't be helped.
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Post by micketymack on Mar 28, 2011 23:55:57 GMT -5
He’d be in major trouble if he was seen there, downtown. Strictly speaking he was only supposed to go downtown if he had express permission- no matter the reason. It was part of the agreement, since he’d been so lucky to get into Lux, and after the trouble he’d gotten into the year before in middle school. Arthur didn’t exactly have express permission… and in fact he didn’t have any kind of permission at all. Period. Sad thing was, he didn’t even really have anything he wanted to do downtown. All he knew was that he didn’t want to work that day.
He wasn’t sure if it was because everybody at the home was just stupid, or if they were all just heartless bastards, but the fact of the matter was that they’d given a receptionist job to the resident stammer. Th-th-thanks for call-calling the… Cinders G-g-g…
Are you kidding?
Fuck that, he thought to himself as he trotted through the door to a small café. It wasn’t even a real job. Hell, he got paid in Twix bars. Twix bars were good, but they weren’t worth the aggravation. They could answer their own stupid phone calls. If they wanted to ground, him they could ground him. He wasn’t exactly spending every night out on the town or partying in the dorms. And it wasn’t like he had anything he really cared about that they could take away.
Arthur kind of wished he had a cigarette. He didn’t smoke, and didn’t even really like the idea of smoking. But whenever you saw a movie and there was a real bad-ass kid in it, he smoked when he was pissed. You could flick a cigarette into your mouth and light it up and people would know that you were tough, and you were pissed off, and no one could stop you from smoking if you wanted to. So just back the hell off. Arthur supposed the smoking wouldn’t really be necessary if he could just tell someone how he was feeling. Like that’d happen.
For a while he just browsed around the shop. Every so often he glanced at a kid sitting in one of the booths, sipping coffee and working on homework. Arthur didn’t know him personally, but he’d seen him around Lux. He remembered him because he was so small. Maybe he was a total genius and skipped a couple of grades. Or maybe he was just small. Either way, he figured they had to be in the same grade.
The guy behind the counter told him he could pay for something or get out. Arthur dug around in his pockets until he found four crinkled dollar bills, folded and rolled together so that it took a good minute to get them disentangled from one another. He threw the bills down on the counter and asked for a couple of Snickers’ cookies for the trouble. The cashier gave him a few cents’ worth of change and slid the cookies to him on a paper towel. He didn’t know why he’d bought them. Arthur wasn’t even particularly hungry. He should have kept his four bucks and just left. He’d have felt guilty, though, hanging around so long and then not even buying anything.
Arthur glanced dubiously back at the boy in the booth. Blonde Booth Boy. After a second’s hesitation, he walked over to where Booth Boy was sitting, and nodded to him. God only knew why. Maybe it was because he needed something to do and was so determined not to go back to the group home for at least another hour. This would be his last night of freedom for a while, after skipping out, and he’d take it for all it was worth.
”H-hey…” he started a bit lamely. “T-t-think I’ve… s-seen you around- school.” New people always made it worse because he was nervous. He stood dumb for a minute before proffering the cookies in his hand. “You w-want one?” he asked, not really sure of anything else to say.
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Post by ASHLEY VINCENT MICHAELS on Mar 29, 2011 18:48:47 GMT -5
The small blond took another drink of his coffee taking in all the less than amusing patrons of this cafe. People watching like this was not a common hobby for the boy as to keep with his appearance. For if he were caught staring that would be rude and that was against his facade, but right now he was to bored to give a fucking damn if it were rude or not.
He was so caught up in this new little hobby that he didn't even notice the other was speaking to him. Ashley looked up at the boy, not having a clue who the hell he was but evidently he went to Lux as well. I mean honestly he would have remembered someone with such an annoying thing as this kid had. It was one of those things that people found cute or made fun of one for it, Ashley just found it fucking annoying and wished the kid would just fail and go mute.
Besides that, if he could actually overlook that stammer, the kid wasn't much else to look at. Average height, brown hair, brown eyes, and just an all around average bland appearance. Though that was out of the question, it didn't mean this whatshisname was out of the question yet because he might just become useful in the future. So he would wait, for now at least and see what came of it all.
Ashley started pulling some of the papers into his book quickly as to not cover the entire table with his things. "Ah, no thanks. Wanna sit?" he asked looking back up at the other again with that innocent smile.
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Post by micketymack on Mar 29, 2011 19:43:30 GMT -5
"Sure. Thanks," he nodded, in what he hoped was a friendly manner.
Arthur tried not to look as though an invitation to sit down was the equivalent of an invitation to have lunch at the Lunar Base. Let’s not make ourselves look that hopeless just yet, hmm? Not just yet. And it’s a bit of table, for God’s sake. Not like you haven’t ever sat at a table with another human being before, even if you’ve never sat with this particular Booth Boy before. He slid his dessert- or dinner, rather- onto the space Booth Boy had cleared for him and took a seat in the bench opposite him. He frowned a bit at the cookies. They didn’t really look all that good, and he wasn’t in the mood for them anyway. He was really starting to regret having bought them. He could have gone to Micky D’s and gotten a whole lot more than a couple of lousy cookies.
“Y-you’re in m-m… my class,” he told Booth Boy, after a brief pause, and without much pretense. That was where he’d recognized him from. It’d taken a bit, though, because Arthur was always in the very back of the class, and wasn’t used to seeing kid’s faces that way. Plus, Arthur was the kind of kid who took lots of notes. And when he wasn’t taking notes he was drawing in margins, things like that. Damn. He needed to learn to look up every once in a while.
“C-C-Connor’s,” he added as an afterthought, seeing as technically it wasn’t Arthur’s class.
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