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Post by Tyler DeWild on Aug 27, 2007 11:29:40 GMT -5
Tyler walked over the cracks in the pavement, gently opening the door for Delilah before walking inside. Tyler pushed his razorblade side-bangs out of his eyes, walking over to the counter with workers scurrying to finish their busy shifts. "Ah, hey, could I get a White Chocolate Mocha please?" he asked the lady at the counter.
The lady had straight, short reddish-orange hair and freckles. She was pretty, rather country looking though. Under her worker's uniform and the nametag "Caitlin" was a nice white pinstripe shirt and black jeans. He walked to the side, waiting for Delilah to order whatever it was she felt like ordering, then took a seat in a little booth near a window.
As Tyler waited for their drinks to be called, he decided this called to get a nice conversation going. "So why were you sitting at the old playground, anyway?" It was probably just because she was bored. He being a good thinker understood going to places like an old abandoned playground opposed to the water park or In N' Out.
It allowed more privacy, more room to think and not be noticed, to do whatever you want without having to pay attention to how you acted or how you looked or anything. Or, if you were just too tired to walk far. If you didn't know where you were going, you might go anywhere, even if there was a great place right in front of you or something.
There was always the fact that they just wanted a rest break from the walking they had already done. But then again, the playground was so close to the school... maybe she hadn't come from their. Tyler calmed his rambling mind downed and told himself it was just the boredom thing, duh! It always was, anyways. He focused his attention at Tiffany to wait for her rendition of the answer. |
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Post by Delilah on Aug 27, 2007 16:11:42 GMT -5
Delilah walked into Starbucks with Tyler. She let her hood down and waited for him to finish ordering, then went up to the counter herself. Can I have a Strawberries And Creme she said. She then placed some money on the counter, just a few bucks she found lying on the street, and walked over to Tyler. She sat across the small table from him in the the little booth he claimed.
Almost as soon as she sat down he started firing questions at her. What? oh. I dunno. Just a way to pass the time I guess. She said. She took off her jacket and put it on the chair beside her.It was warm in the shop.
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Post by Tyler DeWild on Aug 27, 2007 19:09:18 GMT -5
Tyler leaned back and perched his arm up on the booth's top. He took a deep breath, looking around to investigate the scenery. It was a nice place, really. Very cozy and pretty warm. Ah, much better since he had forgotten to bring a sweatshirt along with him. Oh, nuts. But he still had to walk back, didn't he? Ah, well, why think about that now?
Oh, right! He had stowed a sweatshirt in his backpack earlier when he had been going somewhere on some stupid errands with his parents. Why he had gone, he didn't know. His parents were always bugging him about the most random things, and it was like, hey, im eighteen here, I can make my own freaking decisions. Oh well. He was still young, and he couldn't always make the right decisions.
He zipped open his backpack and found a black and red sweatshirt that looked kind of vintage and scrap-booky. Tyler DeWild re-zipped the backpack, giving his full attention back to Delilah. He didn't really need to look, he just new he'd keep thinking about it, even though it didn't really matter, if he decided not to do so.
"I guess that makes sense." he stated simply. That would kind of cause a silence, wouldn't it? He thought about asking why she got sent to a troubled kids school, but even though they both went there, some kids stories were really personal, and others liked to keep them to themselves more than others, so he didn't ask that.
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Post by Delilah on Aug 27, 2007 23:09:19 GMT -5
Delilah was lost in thought. She didn't know what to say. Her mind was blank. She wanted to ask why he was here, but that might be a bit personal. SO she sat there, leaning against the seat, when The lady called Tyler's name for the drinks.
She glanced up at that. She looked over at Tyler.
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Post by Tyler DeWild on Aug 29, 2007 20:06:34 GMT -5
Tyler sat there silently with Delilah sitting across from her. Yeah, sure, they weren't doing anything at all. At least not anything too interesting, and, obviously, they hadn't yet started up anything in the way of a "conversation" yet. But, really, he was glad to have any company. He was bored today, really bored, and so was she, so it was a good thing to do. At least they both weren't still sitting out there in the cold with absoluetly nothing to do. At least, they were lucky enough to have that good fortune, right???
As the lady beckoned him over to retrieve the little Starbucks delectables from her, Tyler looked over at Delilah briefly. Why, he didn't know exactly... well, it was just kind of a reflex. What kind of a reflex? He didn't know that either... or why? Who knows. He pushed the thought out of his head. God, Tyler DeWild had a wierd way of thinking about things, didn't he now???
He smiled at her warmly and looked over her thoroughly as if he was already saying goodbye to her, though he was just about to walk a few yards then come back. Oh, well... it didn't matter. Tyler stood up and walked over to the counter where two drinks had been set down. He read the labels to see if they were their drinks. Sure enough, they were, so he picked them up carefully and carried them over to the table at an average pace of steadiness.
He should start a conversation... it was important for them to actually talk about something or else going to Starbucks would've been a wasted effort. Ah, the drinks were cheap. But friendships never were, never are and never will be. So, yeah. A conversation. "Here's your drink." he said, handing it to her and regaining his rightful position of comfort in the booth seat. Nice conversation starter, Tyler.
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Post by Delilah on Aug 29, 2007 20:26:50 GMT -5
Delilah smiled up at him with warmness. Thanks she said softly. She took her drink and took a sip. So. How do you like it here at this trouble school? She asked, gazing over at him with soft eyes as she took another sip. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She leaned back against the seat and gazed at him. She brushed off her jacket and glanced out the window. Sighing, she looked back and took another sip. She wouldn't say being here at the school was a dream come true or anything.
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Post by Tyler DeWild on Aug 30, 2007 23:10:12 GMT -5
So how do you like it hear at this trouble school? Yeah, it was a trouble school alright. But not a troubled school, just a trouble one. He hated it. Well, so did everyone else. Nobody here liked their past. Tyler wanted to know: why did he have to be here? Why was he forced every day to live in the past instead of doing what he ought to do, learn from it.
"The same as you."
[Normally I'd be posting 3-6 paragraphs, but I have to go.]
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Post by Delilah on Aug 31, 2007 23:30:20 GMT -5
Occ: 'tis okay.
Delilah Smiled at Tyler. Whenever she was with him she had this warm fuzzy feeling. Her smile was warm and sweet. Well you haven't suffered as Much as I have I can tell you that. she said softly. She looked up at him with glittery green eyes. Nobody could have possibly had a worse life then she.
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Post by Tyler DeWild on Sept 1, 2007 0:19:59 GMT -5
He smiled at Delilah as she smiled at him, sharing that moment with a lot of thoughts inside of his head. In a way it pissed Tyler DeWild off to have someone tell him that he hadn't gone through as much as they had. It should've. But to people in the troubled youth school, everyone was allowed to believe that... none of them possibly think there is ever anyone like them who knows what they went through. He was like that, too.
"I guess neither of us know for sure." he said, not really wanting to give out his past too much to this Delilah girl. He didn't really know her too well, and he was just sensitive about his past... what was new, seriously. Well... it wouldn't be too bad with another of his kind... right? Of his kind. That sentences made it sound like he was some sort of science experiment gone wrong. An outcast, perhaps. Maybe even a hideaway... runaway.
A piece of shiny black hair fell down from his layered sidebangs. He chewed on it quitely as he was very busy in thought of his own. No... he didn't even want to think about his past. Not even to himself... not ever, and sure as hell not now... right? Or was this just another shield that should be taken down?
Oh well. It didn't really matter. Whatever happened would happen and only fate could determine anything for sure, so he'd leave it to fate then. Tyler took a deep breath and looked at Delilah with a questioning stare. |
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Post by Delilah on Sept 1, 2007 0:30:00 GMT -5
Delilah looked down at the table. She shook her head My Mother died when I was young. My father died too. I was only 8 at the time. My only family abandoned me. I never had a real family. She said quietly and softly, looking up at him. She sucked in her breath, keeping tears from falling from her green eyes. She missed her family so much. Some of her hair fell infront of her eyes, but she didn't push them away. She took another sip out of her drink again.
She leaned back against the chair with a sad sigh. She was bounced around from fmaily to family. That was when she did the thing that landed her here. The agency didn't what to do with her so they sent her away to this school. Of course she had no say in anything.
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