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Adriane Holloway
"I want to live, not merely survive."
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Lock-ins had always felt childish to Adriane -- and totally because they were. Seriously, who's bright idea was it to make a yearly tradition of breaking into the school? If you were going to break into anywhere, make it somewhere cooler and not nerdier.
It was about this point in her thought process, as she'd been carefully applying her lipstick, that she decided the lock-in must've been organized and perpetuated by the nerds of the school -- the Chas Marinos if you will. The ones that were set to peak in high school, so clearly those people wanted to spend as much time in the place where they would be seen as a somebody before they became loser nobodies.
Despite her rather scathing review of tonight's events, she had shown up for the lock-in. Her reasoning? Unknown -- perhaps partially because she was a senior, so surely, she should attempt to enjoy as much of her last year of school as possible. It was all about the "memories" or whatever it was that adults liked to preach -- all voiced by adults that had enjoyed their time in school. The ones that had peaked.
Adriane, for one, would've been fine avoiding all of this, and yet here she was. Standing alone in the gym, one hip cocked to the side while she examined her fingernails to try and look, well, occupied. Every so often, her gaze would drift up and move lazily over everyone around her. She was seeking out anyone that might be able to entertain her for a few minutes, and yet she was unable to find any of her meager handful of friends.
And clearly, no one else was worthy of her time. She almost missed the days when she was younger and people would actually approach her in hopes of making some kind of connection, and she would simply crush each one under her heel like the cockroaches they were. Granted, at the time she'd been annoyed by it, but now... well, it was more entertaining than what she was doing.
No one really approached her anymore -- both a benefit and consequence to having a reputation of being a bitchy ice queen.
Of course, as if the universe just lived to try and prove her wrong, a starry-eyed boy that obviously hadn't gotten the memo about Adriane's attitude decided to approach her. Her eyebrows drew together, her eyes darkening slightly as she watched the boy close the distance between them. If this boy had had any survival sense, he would've caught sight of Adriane's murderous gaze and turned and walked away.
That's what Adriane was trying to impress upon him, anyhow.
Maybe the short, doe-eyed boy had a death wish, Adriane decided as he positioned himself in front of her. Her harsh glare softened a bit, one eyebrow tilting up in a silent question as she dropped her hand from in front of her face to cross over her chest alongside her other arm. She didn't speak, instead waiting for the dumb boy in front of her to make the first move -- he had been the one to approach her, after all.
"I saw you from across the hall," he started -- and cue the eyeroll from Adriane. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone like you in my life. Not to be dramatic, but you took my breath away."
Her lips cracked into a slight smile and she brought one hand up to cover up her mouth and keep herself from laughing aloud.
Seriously? That was the best this little boy could manage to do?
She swallowed the bubble of laughter, sucking in a deep breath to keep herself from bursting out with laughter at his ridiculous and predictable attempt at... what was he even doing? Was that supposed to be a pickup line or...?
Whatever it was, it was almost as pathetic as this boy's general... everything. His general demeanor.
"So, I drew you. I hope you don't mind." He said. "What do you think?"
Well, if Adriane's perfection had taken his breath away, then hearing that some weird boy had just drawn her took Adriane's breath away. For once, the girl that typically always had some kind of quick, jabbing insult was speechless. Her lips were parted to speak, but no words offered to spill from her mouth, instead she just... looked from the strange, strange boy to the sketch of her.
Ewww.
This was going down in her list of worst encounters.
Eww eww. He was basically a creepy stalker boy. That was the only reason anyone drew someone.
After that shock had washed away, Adriane was able to find her words once more. The look of faint shock had washed away to be replaced with a look of pure disgust -- her upper lip was curled up, her eyes narrowing as she stared down at the boy.
"It's horrible," she said, her words dripping with venom as she looked back at the sketch, her nose wrinkling up in disgust. "Seriously? Please don't tell me you're here for visuals because clearly, you've never held a pencil in your life. I've seen better sketches done by dogs. This," she pulled one hand away from her chest to jab at the sketchpad, "looks absolutely nothing like me, unless you think I'm an ugly bitch."
Well, she was the latter half of that remark.
"Also, what the hell is wrong with you? Did you get dropped on your head when you were little? Beaten? Hit by a car or something to make you this incredibly stupid? You don't draw people without their permission, you little creep."
Ugh.
She really was losing her edge with insults.
It was about this point in her thought process, as she'd been carefully applying her lipstick, that she decided the lock-in must've been organized and perpetuated by the nerds of the school -- the Chas Marinos if you will. The ones that were set to peak in high school, so clearly those people wanted to spend as much time in the place where they would be seen as a somebody before they became loser nobodies.
Despite her rather scathing review of tonight's events, she had shown up for the lock-in. Her reasoning? Unknown -- perhaps partially because she was a senior, so surely, she should attempt to enjoy as much of her last year of school as possible. It was all about the "memories" or whatever it was that adults liked to preach -- all voiced by adults that had enjoyed their time in school. The ones that had peaked.
Adriane, for one, would've been fine avoiding all of this, and yet here she was. Standing alone in the gym, one hip cocked to the side while she examined her fingernails to try and look, well, occupied. Every so often, her gaze would drift up and move lazily over everyone around her. She was seeking out anyone that might be able to entertain her for a few minutes, and yet she was unable to find any of her meager handful of friends.
And clearly, no one else was worthy of her time. She almost missed the days when she was younger and people would actually approach her in hopes of making some kind of connection, and she would simply crush each one under her heel like the cockroaches they were. Granted, at the time she'd been annoyed by it, but now... well, it was more entertaining than what she was doing.
No one really approached her anymore -- both a benefit and consequence to having a reputation of being a bitchy ice queen.
Of course, as if the universe just lived to try and prove her wrong, a starry-eyed boy that obviously hadn't gotten the memo about Adriane's attitude decided to approach her. Her eyebrows drew together, her eyes darkening slightly as she watched the boy close the distance between them. If this boy had had any survival sense, he would've caught sight of Adriane's murderous gaze and turned and walked away.
That's what Adriane was trying to impress upon him, anyhow.
Maybe the short, doe-eyed boy had a death wish, Adriane decided as he positioned himself in front of her. Her harsh glare softened a bit, one eyebrow tilting up in a silent question as she dropped her hand from in front of her face to cross over her chest alongside her other arm. She didn't speak, instead waiting for the dumb boy in front of her to make the first move -- he had been the one to approach her, after all.
"I saw you from across the hall," he started -- and cue the eyeroll from Adriane. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone like you in my life. Not to be dramatic, but you took my breath away."
Her lips cracked into a slight smile and she brought one hand up to cover up her mouth and keep herself from laughing aloud.
Seriously? That was the best this little boy could manage to do?
She swallowed the bubble of laughter, sucking in a deep breath to keep herself from bursting out with laughter at his ridiculous and predictable attempt at... what was he even doing? Was that supposed to be a pickup line or...?
Whatever it was, it was almost as pathetic as this boy's general... everything. His general demeanor.
"So, I drew you. I hope you don't mind." He said. "What do you think?"
Well, if Adriane's perfection had taken his breath away, then hearing that some weird boy had just drawn her took Adriane's breath away. For once, the girl that typically always had some kind of quick, jabbing insult was speechless. Her lips were parted to speak, but no words offered to spill from her mouth, instead she just... looked from the strange, strange boy to the sketch of her.
Ewww.
This was going down in her list of worst encounters.
Eww eww. He was basically a creepy stalker boy. That was the only reason anyone drew someone.
After that shock had washed away, Adriane was able to find her words once more. The look of faint shock had washed away to be replaced with a look of pure disgust -- her upper lip was curled up, her eyes narrowing as she stared down at the boy.
"It's horrible," she said, her words dripping with venom as she looked back at the sketch, her nose wrinkling up in disgust. "Seriously? Please don't tell me you're here for visuals because clearly, you've never held a pencil in your life. I've seen better sketches done by dogs. This," she pulled one hand away from her chest to jab at the sketchpad, "looks absolutely nothing like me, unless you think I'm an ugly bitch."
Well, she was the latter half of that remark.
"Also, what the hell is wrong with you? Did you get dropped on your head when you were little? Beaten? Hit by a car or something to make you this incredibly stupid? You don't draw people without their permission, you little creep."
Ugh.
She really was losing her edge with insults.