Post by alyse jem on Aug 17, 2013 22:54:47 GMT
IN A ROOM FULL OF EMPTINESS
tagged everyone words ? muse not sure notes please forgive the level of attitude!
credit DelusionalFor real, what were the chances that Alyse would walk into the kitchen from the back patio to find two people that literally disgusted her? Actually, the chances were pretty good considering Alyse was a very opinionated person, and she found many people she didn't mesh well with. Oh, and no, she wasn't referring to the two girls at the table. In fact, she knew Millie from home, yes, a whole group of them back home got picked to come here because of their special specialness .. but, right now, that was neither here nor there. What was here, now, was a sure fire way to cause nausea and annoyance. Waving at Millie, and giving a nod and a smile to the other female at the table, Alyse decided to continue on by, and go to the counter and grab herself a plastic cup, keeping the eye rolling to a minimum.
Okay, so there was fire whiskey. Where in the heck was the normal whiskey? Standing there, trying not to make a comment about the whole lollipop remark, Alyse decided against alcohol all together, and just yanked the freezer open to get some ice so she could just have some ice water. She didn't need the alcohol anyway, Alyse was a runner, and every morning around six, she was up and out, running the grounds of Hogwarts, or if at home, running the neighborhood. Not that it mattered to anyone, Alyse was sure she got the running thing from her mother. All the time, when Alyse and her brother were little, her mother had them outside, running and playing. She hadn't wanted her kids to be couch pototoes with a remote in their hands, or a game controller. At the time, it seemed annoying because when you're a kid, all you want to do is be like your friends. But even if they'd been able to play games, and become pasty and round, they still would have always been different. Their mom, she was very different.
Alyse, decided that after snatching an apple from the basket, she was just going to head back outside and sit at the lovely patio furniture and ignore the fact that her friends had got lost in the mix of all the people here, and were basically leaving her on her own. Not that it was a big deal or anything. Alyse was okay with sitting outside for now. If the mood struck her, she'd go back inside later and find her friends and dance, but for now, idle mode was nice. Walking between the strawberry blond--hair color noted due to the number of hair flips--and Brewer, Alyse made her way back out the door after an eyeroll at Brewer. Sometimes it just seemed a necessity to want to smack him with various objects. Not like a brick or anything, that's murder, at the least assault with a deadly brick. No, more like, loaf of bread, bag of authentically made tortillas from back home, backpack, notebook .. things like that. Things that wouldn't harm in a permanent fashion, only put him in check. For one, he thought he was too good looking to be anything of substance, and he was a spoiled entitled brat. Oddly enough, his parents aren't that bad. At least that was what she had heard back home. Whatever, it didn't matter, Alyse was going to go to the backyard, enjoy the evening, and count the minutes until one of the people on the roof slipped, slid off, and made an impact on the finely manicured lawn.
Okay, so there was fire whiskey. Where in the heck was the normal whiskey? Standing there, trying not to make a comment about the whole lollipop remark, Alyse decided against alcohol all together, and just yanked the freezer open to get some ice so she could just have some ice water. She didn't need the alcohol anyway, Alyse was a runner, and every morning around six, she was up and out, running the grounds of Hogwarts, or if at home, running the neighborhood. Not that it mattered to anyone, Alyse was sure she got the running thing from her mother. All the time, when Alyse and her brother were little, her mother had them outside, running and playing. She hadn't wanted her kids to be couch pototoes with a remote in their hands, or a game controller. At the time, it seemed annoying because when you're a kid, all you want to do is be like your friends. But even if they'd been able to play games, and become pasty and round, they still would have always been different. Their mom, she was very different.
Alyse, decided that after snatching an apple from the basket, she was just going to head back outside and sit at the lovely patio furniture and ignore the fact that her friends had got lost in the mix of all the people here, and were basically leaving her on her own. Not that it was a big deal or anything. Alyse was okay with sitting outside for now. If the mood struck her, she'd go back inside later and find her friends and dance, but for now, idle mode was nice. Walking between the strawberry blond--hair color noted due to the number of hair flips--and Brewer, Alyse made her way back out the door after an eyeroll at Brewer. Sometimes it just seemed a necessity to want to smack him with various objects. Not like a brick or anything, that's murder, at the least assault with a deadly brick. No, more like, loaf of bread, bag of authentically made tortillas from back home, backpack, notebook .. things like that. Things that wouldn't harm in a permanent fashion, only put him in check. For one, he thought he was too good looking to be anything of substance, and he was a spoiled entitled brat. Oddly enough, his parents aren't that bad. At least that was what she had heard back home. Whatever, it didn't matter, Alyse was going to go to the backyard, enjoy the evening, and count the minutes until one of the people on the roof slipped, slid off, and made an impact on the finely manicured lawn.
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