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Oct 01, 2011 03:54PM
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He almost smiled, shocked as he was by her general unfriendliness. Two could play at this game, however. "Yes," he said, simply.
((Ah, sorry))Rinette moved her fingers apart to glance at him between them. "What a beautiful answer," she said with another sigh.
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"Agreed," he said, now smiling broadly. "I'll figure it out somehow or another- won't keep you any longer." He found himself recording her facial features for later use in art- such striking violet-silver eyes! "Unless you want to bandy about more monosyllables."
((Lol, ikr?))Rinette nodded, pulling her hand off her face. "Do you know any really good ones to use when people try to converse with you? I don't know any good ones to fend them off."
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Rinette tapped a finger against her chin. She shrugged back. "Those aren't things I would say."
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Rinette shrugged. "Yeah. And why would math be in the library? Wouldn't it be... you know... in the math room?"
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Rinette nodded. "I see. Well, I don't know where any of my classes are..." She reached into her bag and pulled a paper out. "Oh look. Schedule. What's next? Oh."
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Rinette's face fell. "Math. You've got to be kidding."
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Rinette shrugged. "It doesn't say anywhere. I was hoping I could spend it not doing anything..."
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Rinette raised her eyebrows and nodded at the same time. "What a good idea." She took a step backwards herself.
The library doors slid open without a sound, and in walked Ruby Hill, the personification of cool, calm, and collected. She walked to the back of the room and sat down in a corner, making sure she was parly obscured in shadow. A small pale hand reached behind her, pulling a small leather-bound book out of a good-sized niche in the wall. She didn't know why she hadn't noticed the little crvice before, the place in the back of the huge book-filled room, the perfect size and shape to hide her recipe book if need be. A small smile lit her face as she slid the little book open, scanning the first page, the one with Nightshade's Hand written in large, neat letters across the top.
Pale hands automatically snapped the book closed at the sudden noise, while dark eyes scanned the immediate area. The boy soon came into her line of sight, and she skewered him with a sharp brown glare. "Hello. May I help you?" The words that should have been warm came out coated in ice, the lips forming them set in a frown of disapproval.
"Mmmm." Ruby set her own book down, standing up slowly, stretching her legs out a bit. "What have you got?" She took a few steps foward and squinted, peering at the book's title. Curse my horrible eyesight, she thought, annoyed.
"Good choice," said Ruby, her lips curving up into a smile. "I love that book." She bent down to pick up her own small volume, feeling a tad better now that she knew the boy wasn't directly interested in her or her book.((So much for interesting. :P))
She had spoken too soon. Eyes flickered from the book to Tyson and back again,hands placing the small journal on the table nearby. Ruby cleared her throat. "A recipe book," she said. She twirled a stand of tawny hair around her index finger, a habit of hers. One that only appeared when she was nevous or uncomfortable.
"Mmm-hmmm." Ruby nodded in assent. "It's not much, but it...suits my purposes." That strand of hair never stopped twirling. Wind up, wind down. A pattern, one repeated over and over. She again fixed the boy with her gaze, watching him carefully, almost curiously. What was he thinking?
Aaliyah tip-toed into the library, hoping for some good reads.((Haha, good reads....))
((Lol))Michael leaned closer to the screen of the computer monitor, occasionally moving the mouse in clicking furiously.
((Punny. XD))Aaliyah slowed down as she passed a boy on the computer. She raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
((Yep))Michael's face was scrunched in concentration as he shot at virtual spaceships.
Aaliyah smiled. She had liked to play games as well. "Mind if I sit here?" she whispered as she stepped up to the chair next to Michael.
He briefly glanced up and at that moment an enemy spaceship blew up his fort. Michael turned back to the screen and groaned slightly. "Dang," he muttered.
A hand flew up to Aaliyah's mouth. "I'm so sorry!" She hated it when people broke her concentration.
Michael turned to the girl. "Oh, it's all right. I'm bad at it anyways."
Aaliyah winced as she lowered her hand. "All the same, I made you worse, didn't I? But really, do you mind if I take this seat?"
"Oh, no. Go ahead. I don't mind, wasn't really doing anything important as you saw," Michael said with a gesture.
Aaliyah nodded. "No worries, I'll only go on for the same purpose." She sat down and turned her computer on, but shrank when it made the, DONNNN! starting-up noise really loudly.
Michael winced slightly and glanced around. No one looked their way, so he relaxed. "Don't you hate that?" he asked in a whisper.
With a nod, Aaliyah whispered back, "Definitely!" She quickly logged on and opened Firefox.
"I'm Michael, by the way," he whispered as he began a new game.
"Aaliyah," she whispered in response as she opened up a browser game of !FISHY!.
"Thanks." Aaliyah began the wonderful game, already in heaven. The heaven of time-wasting.
There was a companionable silence as the two of them played their games. "So, um, you skipping class? Or is this your period off?" Michael asked conversationally.
Aaliyah shrugged, her eyes glued to the screen. "I actually have no idea. I'm really new, and I don't know where anything is. Or if school has actually started or not."
"Oh, I'm new here too. I guess we'll find out later." Michael smiled briefly over to her.
She nodded. "I hope so. My mom won't be too happy if I start to fail."
"I don't think my mom would even notice," he muttered in a sad, bitter voice.
Aaliyah looked a little downcast as her game ended and she turned to look at Michael. "Oh. I'm... I'm really sorry. If it helps anything, my father wouldn't care about me at all."
Michael gave a crooked smile. "Oh, it's fine. I should get used to it. I'm sorry about your dad, though."
She looked away with her hair covering her face, her tone darkening a little. "You shouldn't be."
Michael looked down and didn't say anything, feeling horrible for even bringing up the subject.
