Post by DYLAN CHASE O'RYAN on Jan 10, 2012 20:57:18 GMT -5
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Voices hummed in Dylan's ears. Loud laughs and mindless gossip filled the cafeteria as he made his way through the crowd. It was bustling as always, and Dylan couldn't help but feel a little lost amongst the commotion. He scooted past a cluster of giggling junior girls and slipped into the line at the salad bar that drifted toward the edge of the large room. Not that he had much of a taste for veggies and lettuce, but as he wasn't alone in that opinion, it was the quickest fix to get food and be seated.
From where he stood, he had a good view of everyone at their respective tables. Dylan could survey each group and quickly categorize them based on mannerisms alone. Jocks, stoners, backstabbing bitches - a whole variety of people. He could even spot a few like himself. They were the ones that didn't really seem to mesh with anyone. Kids that just sort of drifted around and took up conversations as they came. He sighed to himself. He hated the idea of clumping himself as a loner, but times like these, he couldn't help but feel a little lost in the sea of students. Generally unnoticed, he had a few people he hung around with, a couple more he would consider friends, and as for the rest, he could say he tolerated them at best. His mind trailed to his sister. She'd deemed him a loser since they'd started high school. That idea quickly spread to her extensive group of friends, so even peers he'd never spoken to thought lowly of him. Not that he cared too much. He didn't value shallow personalities like that. He was content sailing solo if it meant he didn't have to deal with it all.
The line shuffled forward, and Dylan went through scooping leafy greens into a cheap-looking plastic bowl. Shredded carrots, a little cheese, a pack of ranch. He blindly piled on all the choices, not really concerned with how it would taste. Food was food, and he was starving. He trailed to the end of the line, grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler and paying for his lunch. The lady at the register grinned politely at him as she handed him the money. "Here's your change, sweetie." He smiled back as he shoved the crumpled dollar he'd gotten as change into his pocket. He made his way from the bar and to a small table near the doors. Not too many people flocked here, so Dylan had the place to himself for now. He didn't care if anyone joined him or not, as that changed from day to day. Sometimes he'd have company, other days he wouldn't. It was the usual.
He caught a glimpse of a familiar face as someone walked by. He glanced up immediately, and was quickly distracted from filling his hunger. He found his eyes on Emily Rune. He knew her fairly well, he supposed. She'd been over to the O'Ryan residence plenty of times. She and Diana were close friends, even if Diana treated the poor girl like dirt. It bothered Dylan immensely. He was tired of his sister walking on people, especially someone who seemed relatively nice. He didn't plan to speak, but a thought sparked in him. He called out to her. "Hey, Emily?" he said, raising his voice to make sure she heard him, "Got a second?"
From where he stood, he had a good view of everyone at their respective tables. Dylan could survey each group and quickly categorize them based on mannerisms alone. Jocks, stoners, backstabbing bitches - a whole variety of people. He could even spot a few like himself. They were the ones that didn't really seem to mesh with anyone. Kids that just sort of drifted around and took up conversations as they came. He sighed to himself. He hated the idea of clumping himself as a loner, but times like these, he couldn't help but feel a little lost in the sea of students. Generally unnoticed, he had a few people he hung around with, a couple more he would consider friends, and as for the rest, he could say he tolerated them at best. His mind trailed to his sister. She'd deemed him a loser since they'd started high school. That idea quickly spread to her extensive group of friends, so even peers he'd never spoken to thought lowly of him. Not that he cared too much. He didn't value shallow personalities like that. He was content sailing solo if it meant he didn't have to deal with it all.
The line shuffled forward, and Dylan went through scooping leafy greens into a cheap-looking plastic bowl. Shredded carrots, a little cheese, a pack of ranch. He blindly piled on all the choices, not really concerned with how it would taste. Food was food, and he was starving. He trailed to the end of the line, grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler and paying for his lunch. The lady at the register grinned politely at him as she handed him the money. "Here's your change, sweetie." He smiled back as he shoved the crumpled dollar he'd gotten as change into his pocket. He made his way from the bar and to a small table near the doors. Not too many people flocked here, so Dylan had the place to himself for now. He didn't care if anyone joined him or not, as that changed from day to day. Sometimes he'd have company, other days he wouldn't. It was the usual.
He caught a glimpse of a familiar face as someone walked by. He glanced up immediately, and was quickly distracted from filling his hunger. He found his eyes on Emily Rune. He knew her fairly well, he supposed. She'd been over to the O'Ryan residence plenty of times. She and Diana were close friends, even if Diana treated the poor girl like dirt. It bothered Dylan immensely. He was tired of his sister walking on people, especially someone who seemed relatively nice. He didn't plan to speak, but a thought sparked in him. He called out to her. "Hey, Emily?" he said, raising his voice to make sure she heard him, "Got a second?"
notes // went on ahead & let him spot Emily even if she hasn't technically showed up, if that's alright ♥ this is a little ramble-y though, so i apologize ;c
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